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detectivestucks · 4 months ago

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The Akatsuki Concubine VII

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Tobi x F!Reader

Summary: Tobi discovers you being used by Kisame and another concubine and whisks you away to heal. He claims you in front of his organization and seeks revenge on the Uchiha brothers.

Warnings: NSFW, public sex, slight degradation, unprotected penetration, choking.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: It took a hot minute and a rewrite but enjoy the final chapter of this mini series

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!?!?!?!”

Your heart drops to your stomach. You desperately wanted him to find you and rescue you but the shame of what has happened to you since he left you alone consumes your entirety.

Eyes wide, they lock onto the glowing red one beneath the orange mask. Before you know it, you find yourself alone in that void of his, still tied up and on your back. Frickin 'perfect.

You see pieces of Tobi’s body appear and disappear and you’re certain that means he must be fighting Kisame.

Paranoia rattles your nerves as you think of what he’s going to do to you once he’s done. How will he punish you? You are already sore from these past two days, not to mention the most recent interactions with his crew. You’re not sure your body can take much more. By now any touch of his is sure to be painful. Sweat drips down your brow and droplets form on your chest. You’re starting to realize that you might not survive this. He’s a murderer. This is how it’ll end. Death at the hands of the gang leader driven mad by his crew using you like a cheap fleshlight.

You strain even harder, using your fire style to continue to burn through your bindings but you can’t quite make the hand signs. The blood is pounding in your ears so loudly that you almost miss the sound of two footsteps touching the floor next to you.

You freeze for a moment, eyes locking on the furious one zeroed in on your body. The sight of you covered in cum, sweat, and blood, bruises littering your chest, tied up so tight that your knees are purple and your face is pale, struggling on the ground, scarred for your life.

Homicide filled his heart as he stared at you. You must have sensed it because you resume panicking and squirming on the floor.

He rips off his mask and pulls a kuni from the holster around his thigh before keeling beside you. You scream, closing your eyes and waiting for the blade to drive into your skin. You feel the cool steel touch your neck and know this is it. You sob as he pushes in, hooking the knife under the rope and yanking up.

The ties fall slack and suddenly you can breathe. You begin hyperventilating as you try to walk with your hands, dragging your body behind you but Tobi yanks you back towards him. You're filled with terror as you struggle against his grip. He brings the knife to your leg, the femoral artery only a few inches away.

You form the hand signs for your phoenix flower jutsu when his sharingan freezes your motions. You’re stuck as a statue while he continues to cut away at your bindings. When he’s done he tucks your hair behind your ear and pulls you close to him. Urgency and worry soak his features as his carmine eyes study you.

“How many?”

He releases his genjutsu and you collapse into him too tired to think straight but suddenly feeling safe.

“What?”

“How many men took what is mine.”

“Three, my lord.”

“Kisame, Itachi, and Sasuke”

Your eyes widen. “How’d you-“

Tobi scoffs, “ I caught Kisame in the act while inside itachi’s room. If there’s only one more it’s his kid brother.

While none of it was voluntary, despite enjoying some parts (a fact that you hate), all of it was a shameful betrayal to Tobi and you wish he had never left you alone.

It took some time for your breathing to return to normal. Tobi holds you, his muscles tense. He swore to protect you and he failed. How did things get so out of control in just a few hours? He wasn’t sure how much of what he walked in on was consensual but he also knows the life of a girl brought up in a pleasure house probably made you numb to men forcing themselves on you. It’s just work, but the terror that overtook you when he came in, showed him, undoubtedly that to you something is different when it comes to him. He’s not just your job. He means something to you and that detail rakes him with guilt.

He’ll do better. The only man inside of you will be him. There won’t be others. Without realizing it, he is squeezing you tighter with each passing thought till your weak voice spoke in his ear, “Tobi? You’re hurting me.”

He releases you, fearful of adding any more injuries. “I need to get you cleaned up.” He collects your body and stands up with you cradled in his arms. When he steps out of the void you walk out to a lovely secluded waterfall seemingly far away from the hideout.

Tobi sets you down and begins to disrobe. His clothes lay on the ground at his feet before he grasps your hand and guides you into the river.

The water wasn’t nearly as cold as you had imagined, it is actually nice and soothes the rope burn that formed around your wrists and ankles. It also cooled the chafing at your entrance that formed from overuse.

As soon as the water is deep enough you begin to scrub at your skin. Rubbing away Itachi and Sasuke’s seamen, Hana’s blood, and all the salty sweat that dried on your skin. For good measure you dunk your entire head, washing the events of the day off your body.

When you are done, Tobi comes over to you. He squats down in the water and pulls you into his lap. Your legs straddle each side of him and your arms drape over his shoulders.

“You don’t have to tell me anything yet. Just focus on healing.”

A tear slips from your eye as you nod yes, a tiny “okay” squeaking from your throat.

He holds you close. Memorizing the goosepimples that populate your back. As angry as he is, he’s trying to keep it together for your sake. He’s mad at you, sure, but he also knows it’s not your fault. He hates that someone other than him ravaged you but without his protection, who was going to stop one of his own from targeting you? How are you going to fight against someone like Kisame with your pathetic jutsu? You’re not a trained shinobi, you’re just a whore. It was either submit or submit. You’re only betrayal was enjoying it.

That treacherous shark on the other hand, won’t be walking for a few weeks. By the time his concussion heals, your bruises will have faded away. But his leg, that will take over a month. Good thing there’s not many missions right now. The only reason he isn’t dead is cause Tobi needs him. After his purpose is fulfilled, his execution will be immediate.

Your head drops to rest on the juncture between his neck and shoulder. He looks down at you, hoping you feel comfortable when his eyes catch a glimpse of a bruise forming on your neck. You were fighting hard against the fibers of the rope. A chill runs down his spine imagining how you must’ve felt.

At that moment he comes to a concrete decision. You’re moving into his room. You will be with him 24/7 and if he’s on a mission, you will be tucked away in his void. He’s not leaving you by yourself for a second. As precious as gold, you are to him, so safety is now his top priority. You won’t know the meaning of privacy now that he’s seen what happens to you when you’re alone. You are his possession and he will murder the next person who tries to take you for themselves.

You sit on his lap in the water, noting that he isn’t growing stiff underneath you. At first a flash of panic registers in your brain. Is he done with you? He no longer finds you attractive meaning he no longer has any use for you. You’ll be dead or discarded after this. However, his embrace tightens around you and you realize it’s quite the opposite. He cares. He is upset by what happened to you and is comforting you. Why would he do that? You betrayed him.

Your head is a mix of emotions. You’re upset that so many used you when you were reserved for Tobi but you feel guilty cause you enjoyed it. All you wanted was for Tobi to rescue you but now that he has, you feel shame and remorse. You snuggle in deeper to be met with an affectionate kiss to your temple. You hum, content and relieved.

The next two days Tobi remained distant from his group, opting to stay locked away with you till the time came for you to reveal the truth. A panging suspicion reeled in his head about your bruises but without your confirmation he wasn’t about to slaughter the remnants of his clan.

During your silence Tobi treated you like gold. He brought you witchhazle to soothe your center and touched you tenderly. Any desire he has for you melts into protection. He holds you gently, buttery soft kisses adorne your cheeks, temple, forehead and the back of your hand.

As a sex worker, you’ve never gone this long with your legs closed. Your madam never gave you a break that lasted more than 24 hours. You wonder if it was the same for the other girls. Have they had a break yet? They probably haven’t, and they’re probably working as hard as you were cause they were made available to the entire crew. But now…you’re relatively certain that life is about to get much easier. Tobi’s not going to share you and it doesn’t seem he’s ever going to force himself on you again either. You have the right to tell him no. You’ve never had that luxury before.

A piece of you gives itself to him at this realization. Bit by bit, you’re going to belong to him in a way that is more significant than the ownership he currently has over you and all the girls. Your heart is starting to do something you never thought you’d experience and the feeling makes you uneasy.

Three days after the incident and Tobi is back in the meeting room. His eye darts viciously between the perpitrators. He wants to strangle them and watch the blood drain from their faces but he has to remain composed.

Every single member of his organization attends the meeting excluding the concubines. Per your request, you are hanging out with them on his side of the hideout but the condition was only allowed because he knew none of his faction would be out of his sight.

As instructed, at the end of the meeting you join him so he can introduce you to the crew and lay his claim. When you enter through the double doors many of the men look at you with hunger, upset that they didn’t know there was a fourth girl. Kisamae looks down, ensuring Tobi didn’t have a reason to confront him again. As your eyes scan the men in the room, they flit over to Itachi and Sasuke. Itachi’s expression remained a stoic neutureal, but Sasuke wore a gloating smirk that made you stiffen. His eyes latched onto the bruising around your neck, knowing his handiwork left it there.

“Knew it.” Tobi grumbled confirming it was the youngest Uchiha who left you marked. As much as he wanted to rip their heads off that second, an Uchiha battle can be quite distructive so he opts to exact his revenge later. His hand reaches out for yours, waiting for your delicate fingers to slip into his grasp before he closes his large hand around yours.

“One last thing,” Tobi announces to the room, “this concubine here,” he spins you around so you’re facing outward but your back is flush with his chest, “is not for use. She is mine.”

His hands begin to grope you through the Akatsuki cloak he let you borrow, the front of it coming undone and exposing your naked body underneath. His mask pushes up against your neck and you can hear him sniffing you, flooding his nose with your intoxicating scent. His fingers dig into your skin harder with each wiff.

He pushes your forward, so you fall onto the table. In swift succession, he pulls the hem of the black and scarlet cloak above your hips while pulling out his manhood. He rubs himself against your slit, glazing his shaft with your slick before pressing into you.

Your moan upon his entry stiffens every cock in the room. Do you have any clue how sexy you are? No wonder your madam put up with your rotten behavior for so many years. You could have easily been her number one girl had you played the part.

As much as Tobi wants to be sweet to your adorable cunt, he wants to prove a point so he retreats, wrapping your hair around his fist as he does so before pounding into you with a single powerful thrust. You scream from how he yanks back on your hair, lifting your chest and stretching your neck as your backside collides with his hips.

Tobi repeats these punctuated thrusts with a slap to your jiggling flesh, watching the handprint form.

“This one is mine.” he grits through his teeth, his length spearing your flesh in will-bending blows. “Touch her, you’ll lose your hand.” He continues to pound into you, one breathtaking stroke at a time. “Fuck her, you’ll lose your dick. Hurt her, you’ll lose your life.”

Tobi’s trusts pick up pace, pistoning into you and causing your chest to sway. Each shinobi’s eyes watch lustfully as your nipples graze the table, tickled by its surface as it’s edge bites at your hips.

Sharply, he withdraws from your gushing center, slamming you down before flipping you over, onto your back.

Your eyes have a moment to nervously wanter the room, realizing how many men are in his organization. Feverishly the Uchiha leader pulses into you, “Don’t look at them baby, look at me.”

Your eyes snap up to him. Your gaze is hazy but you cling to consciousness as he drives into you, keeping your body from creeping beyond the edge by placing careful pressure on your neck.

You try to reach for him but he’s too far away, You look pathetically owned by him as your hands search for his touch. Unable to grasp him, your hands wrap around the forearm baring down on your column instead.

Tobi is envolped by you from your stare to how good you feel wrapped around his length. He’s drunk on it. This feeling of need, affection, and lust. It consumes him, leaving him grunting.

The snapping of his hips doubles in pace till he suddenly loses his cadence, doubling over and groaning in your ear as you feel warmth spring inside of you. You shift to sit up when he pushes you back down. Fucking his cum into you with all the strength of his core.

You tremble beneath him, spasming around his appendage like a helpless slut, tears pricking your eyes in complete satisfaction. Your labored breathing, a sharp contrast to his controlled deep breaths. He calms himself, standing up and tucking himself away.

Once he’s composed, he affectionately covers you with your borrowed robe before putting his hand behind your head, guiding you up to sitting and fixing your locks so you look presentable once more.

He sits down in his seat at the head of the table and pulls you to his lap, holding you close, the position comforting. “To those of you who defiled her, you will be punished, and any future attempts to harm her will be met with death. Am I clear?”

Many men aroud the room grunt or roll their eyes, finding the threat unnecessary but the three who’d already had their turn wore downcast eyes. “As long as that’s settled, you’re dismissed.”

The scraping of wood against the floor can be heard as the members rise from their chairs. Tobi’s hand clutches you, his fingers bruising your skin with greed. An uneasy feeling whirls though your gut as you watch the group stand. You feel vulnerable but with Tobi beneath you, your nerves are soothed.

There is a sudden stiffness in his body as he removes his mask and you know exactly what he’s thinking.

“What are you going to do?” You tremble, seeing the anger streaking across his face.

“Tell me, how did you end up like this?” His fingers lightly ghost over each bruise, “I dont care if you enjoyed it or not. They were told not to touch you and they disobeyed. I won’t be an effective leader if I let this go unpunished.”

You proceed to tell him everything, sticking to just the facts, and steeling your emotions, keeping them hidden so as not to make things worse. He thanked you for telling him, sealing his gratitude with a gentle kiss and then lifted your hand in his, signaling you to stand. You rise from his lap and interlace your fingers with his once you are both erect. “What are you going to do?”, you ask again.

“I’ll deal with my clan, but I won’t kill them till after I’ve executed the plan. Once they’ve played their part, they’re dead.”

You don’t press for further details mostly cause you’re afraid to be reminded of what Tobi is…a murderer.

That evening while everyone sleeps, Tobi sneeks into Itachi’s room. Stepping into the space fuels his anger. Itachi sleeps in the very spot you were bound and used. It makes his blood boil.

He walks up to the resting shinobi and snatches one of his eyes. Immediately Itachi awoke. The two of them fight in an explosive battle. Itachi knows he can’t lay a hand on Tobi with his tricky ability so he tries to use his mastery over genjutsu to gain the upper hand. With only one eye Itachi’s black flames appear all over Tobi yet he’s not burned. Quickly realizing his amaterasu will be insufficient, he extinguishes the flames. He allows Tobi to pin him to the ground, midway through dealing an incapacitating blow, he reveals his genjutsu, switching places with Tobi and striking him in the head, knocking him out. However Tobi disappears in a cloud of smoke only for the man to be standing behand Itachi, swiping his second eye and leaving him blind.

“You can have these back when you’re on missions but while you’re under the same roof as her you won’t be allowed a peek. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of them. I’d never waste the eyes of an Uchiha. I’m sure you know that better than most.”

Tobi went across the hall and did the same to Sasuke. The crackle of chakra tickled the air as he tried to fight for his second eye, the first one being taken during a surprise attack. However, Sasuke’s Chidori’s were in vain. Tobi trained under Madera, a ruthless Uchiha who learned many secrets of the sharingan. The young Uchiha who’d never trained under a clan member was no match despite his extreme talent.

Satisfied with their matching blind state, Tobi whirls into his secret lab located at a far away hideout. Before him is a wall of rectangular vats. Each vat lay host to a pair of red eyes. Stepping up to two side by side vacant tanks, Tobi deposits the eyes. He always knew it would come down to this. Procuring the eyes of the Uchiha was why he helped Itachi with his masecure to begin with but in his gut, he knew the remaining sharingans would always join their brethren down here. He seals them away and turns to head home.

Now that business has been delt with Tobi is ready to return to your sleeping figure. He steps through his void and into his room to find you curled up in his bed, waiting for his warm body to return to your side. With a slip between the sheets, his form outlines your own, leaving you both comforted by the presence of the other.

Tobi isn’t sure what this feeling is, but with you, he feels stronger, happier, and lighter. When he holds you in his arms, and you stare back at him with affection illuminating your eyes, he loses himself in your orbs, drunk on the light they emit. He may have bought you, but little do you know, you own him every bit as much as he owns you. You are his safe space and his obsession. If a member of his crew necessitates it, he will eliminate them and risk ruining his plans if it means protecting you.

Over the next several months the two of you only exist side by side. He wakes you up each morning to a tongue inside your heat and you exchange the favor many times throughout the day, sometimes kneeling between his legs during meetings. You swallow him whole while he directs the rogue shinobi on their next attempts to capture the various tailed beasts.

During missions you tag along, hiding in his void whenever circumstances get dangerous, and coming out to spend the night in his arms. Even though you spend as much time on your back as you did before, now it’s spent worshiping the scar ridden face of your protector.

A warrior, passionate and caring, sworn to keep you safe. An insurgent, cruel to others, but gentle with you. A man you will bear children for and follow the rest of your life. The day he tells you this intention he also shares his true identity.

“So your name is Obito?”

“Yes baby.”

You sit up on your knees and stare deeply into his eyes as you utter the words you’ve been toying with finally admitting

“Well then, Obito Uchiha, I must inform you that I love you. I love you and I will never stop loving you.”

Obito lays down on his back, guiding one of your knees to the other side of him. His hands wander up your hips, lifting your dress as his palms circle your behind. With you sitting astride him, his eyes run scarlet as he whispers back,

“I love you too baby, now and forever.”

The End

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blacktabbygames · 6 months ago

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Hello, after enjoying Slay the Princess and checking out your other game, I absolutely fell in love with Scarlet Hollow. It is such a beautiful game with such a comfy yet horrifying atmosphere, it’s so unique and it is undoubtedly my favorite narrative of any game I’ve played, I eagerly await your continued efforts.

With The Roads Untraveled and Chapter 5 next in your sights I had a couple questions regarding that state and current features of the game.

“With new routes being made and narrative alterations happening for the currently released chapters, what will be the status of current saves and will they be able to be continued when Chapter 5 is released?” I intend on continuing my first save when any new chapter releases so my very first ‘complete’ playthrough will be seeing all the content blind. But if you go back to change material previously implemented, I am curious on what will be the procedure if existing saves contain decisions that have been changed.

“Will hardcore mode be expanded to new chapters, and if so will it remain available from the beginning going forward or will we have to clear a chapter normally to unlock its hard mode?”

“In general, is there any intention to expand hardcore mode?” Hardcore mode is my personal favorite as I really enjoy difficult decisions in games and not being able to always have a perfect option. For a game with ‘You can’t save everyone�� on all the marketing, the trait get out of jail free cards always kind of rubbed me the wrong way. So an option to disable those and get an extra trait meaning more dialogue and character strengths had no downside to me. I am curious if there are any plans for differences between a hardcore route and a normal one in regard to story or otherwise, seeing as a hardcore world is one with every sacrifice made.

You have made an amazing game and I have been hard at work spreading your gospel among my friends and family.

Hi! Thank you for being a hardcore mode superfan. I think it's pretty neat and that everyone should do a hardcore playthrough at some point for maximum pain. :) Answers in bold: “With new routes being made and narrative alterations happening for the currently released chapters, what will be the status of current saves and will they be able to be continued when Chapter 5 is released?” We never make any narrative changes to the game that invalidate pre-existing saves.

“Will hardcore mode be expanded to new chapters, and if so will it remain available from the beginning going forward or will we have to clear a chapter normally to unlock its hard mode?” Once you unlock hardcore mode, you unlock hardcore mode, but as more episodes release in the future, its initial unlock will continue to move to the end of the most recent episode. (So if you haven't unlocked it yet, you'll have to finish Episode 5 to unlock it after that release, and then when 6 and 7 release as a pair, you'll need to finish the game. But if you already have it unlocked you'll retain access.) Hardcore mode is very much a supplementary way to enjoy the story, so placing it at the end of the game feels right.

“Hardcore mode allows for the choice of 3 traits rather than 2 when Scarlet Hollow is clearly designed around having 2 with the different synergies and certain choices that use both. Is there any chance that hardcore combination will be added that use 3 traits?” No. It's a lot of extra work for a supplementary game-mode. There will probably be some instance where tree logic means you effectively get something like this, however. (i.e. situation X requires traits a and b to reach based on earlier decisions, we forget this while writing, and add a menu option for trait c.)

“In general, is there any intention to expand hardcore mode?” Hardcore mode is my personal favorite as I really enjoy difficult decisions in games and not being able to always have a perfect option. For a game with ‘You can’t save everyone’ on all the marketing, the trait get out of jail free cards always kind of rubbed me the wrong way. Yes and no. Hardcore mode was designed to offer a rich alternative to the base game primarily through emergent narrative. So while we're not consciously adding something specific to hardcore mode, there will likely be dialogue combinations and scenes that are only attainable through a combination of things that can happen over the course of a hardcore playthrough. These are interactions that would have been written regardless (because we're as thorough about fringe worldstates as possible) but may not have been accessible (or would be very difficult to access from the main playthrough.)

From a labor perspective, we built hardcore mode because it offered a whole new way to play the game in exchange for very little development effort — I think it took about a day to set things up and rework the logic around major decisions. Putting a bunch of extra development time into it defeats the purpose of that efficiency, especially when the game is complicated enough as is. We do have more projects we'd like to get to after Scarlet Hollow is done, which does require it being done at some point ;)

#scarlet hollow

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strawberryfairi · 8 months ago

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Synopsis🌹: After discovering a strange yet alluring red book in a boutique bookstore, you find yourself sucked into a strange world, where all of your inner most desires exist…

Pairings: Wakasa Imaushi X Musician! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Author AU, scifi, Musician! reader, reader is a talented nerd, smutty (slow burn) romance, tiny doses of angst, adventure, futuristic city, magic?, !!sexual tension!!, etc (just find out the rest, lol)

w.c: 4.2k💠 Released: November 3

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A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Lowkey the ending of this chapter...idk like it's kinda not giving to me idk. Like it's ok but it's not at the same time. I'm probably just in my head😭 But anyways I hope y'all enjoy this chapter! Also, the smut is coming very soon so don't worry....gotta love a lil "slow burn"😈

C.W: None

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𝟔 || 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

The scent of old wood and a faint metallic hum filters through your foggy mind as you stir. Slowly, your eyes flutter open, met by the dim glow of muted blue and purple neon lights seeping through the cracks of a wooden ceiling.

You wince as you shift into a sitting position, a dull ache spreading through your limbs. Your fingers flex against the cold, hard surface beneath you. You're lying on a white floor.

"I'm gettin' tired of waking up in random places like some drunk..." You grumble under your breath, massaging your lower back with a hand.

As you move, something warm slips off your shoulders—a blanket quilt that must have been thrown over you while you were unconscious. Confusion gnaws at you. Simultaneously, you hear a small thud on the floor right next to you. You shift the blanket off of you, noticing that same purse from the first time you were here is next to you.

You grab it, checking the contents like before.

This time, it's different. Yes, there's a handy lipgloss and liner, but now there's an actual wallet inside.

"Where the hell were you when that robot was all up in my face...?" You grit out, narrowing your eyes as you snatch the wallet.

It's sleek, and actually metallic which is strange to you. Leather is usually the go-to for wallets back on earth. Metal is mind blowing. There's an ID inside, your picture and a citizen number like that cyber police bot was asking for.

Citizen ID: 1186-25

It shows your status as immigrant, your sex, it even somehow has your birthdate on it too.

How is this possible?!

A slight unwanted panic begins to rise in your chest, but before it can fully take hold, the sound of muffled footsteps reaches your ears. Your head snaps towards the source—a door just beyond the workbench, cracked open with the words "Employees Only" etched into its wood in fading silver paint.

Then, the door creaks open fully now, revealing a tall figure in the doorway. For a split second, you tense up, but then you catch sight of his face—a kind face. The man standing there is older, though not elderly, with gelled back dark hair that has a striking silver streak running through the front. His lavender-colored eyes, oddly familiar, were filled with concern.

"You're awake," the man says, his voice low but gentle. He takes a step forward, hands raised slightly as if to show he means no harm. "You had me worried. I found you passed out in the back here, but there weren't any sign of injury, so I figured I'd let you rest."

You blink, the fog in your mind beginning to clear as you take in your surroundings. The room around you is small and cluttered, filled with what looked like old tools, spare parts, and strange devices you don't recognize. There's an unmistakable smell of dust and the faint hum of something electronic, though not in the modern, sleek sense you've become used to in Neon City. Everything here seems...dated, though not necessarily from your world.

"Where am I?" You ask, your voice raspy from the lack of use.

The man smiles softly. "You're in my shop. It's called 'Echoes.' I deal in musical instruments, sound systems, and the like."

"Is this...the underground?" You ask cautiously.

The man lets out a hearty laugh, "No, but I can see why you'd think so."

"So, I'm in Neon City?"

"Yup. You're on the Lower East side of the city." He nods, "You must've had a crazy night."

"I definitely did." You chuckle, recalling the events of the last time you were "dropped" in Neon City.

"Well, feel free to look around if you're feeling up to it. Take as much time as you need."

You smile lightly, genuinely appreciative of his thoughtfulness, then nod. "Thank you."

You stand and make your way out of the backroom, stepping into what was clearly the main area of the shop. As soon as you cross the threshold, your breath catches in your throat. The space before you is a literal treasure trove of musical artifacts—some familiar, some utterly alien.

Shelves line the walls, crammed with instruments and sound equipment. Old record players with intricately detailed designs, boom boxes that looked half-scrap and half-art installation, and microphones that seem to shimmer with a life of their own.

Curiously, you wander down an aisle, fingertips grazing the objects as you pass. A sleek, silver device caught your eye—it looked like a cross between a violin and a guitar but had no strings. Instead, it hums softly when you pick it up, vibrating beneath your touch.

"What is this?" You ask aloud.

The shopkeeper, who had followed you out of the back, smiles faintly. "Ah, that's a Virelax. It's a stringless instrument—well, stringless in the traditional sense. It uses sound waves to produce music. You control the pitch and tone by adjusting the frequency with your hands, like so." He demonstrates, running his fingers over the air just above the device. A soft, ethereal melody began to play, the notes shifting with each subtle movement of his hands.

Your eyes widen with a gasp. "Woooow!"

The shopkeeper chuckles. "It's one of the newer instruments in my collection."

You set the Virelax back down carefully and continue exploring, your heart filled to the brim with excitement. You come across a large, circular object with glowing blue orbs embedded into its surface. When you touch one of the orbs, a deep, resonant bass note echoes through the shop.

"Oooo! What's this one?" You ask, intrigued.

The shopkeeper nods appreciatively. "That's a Tymbrys. It operates on a similar principle as percussion but it's entirely digital. Each orb represents a different frequency, and you can create complex rhythms by pressing them in sequence."

"Ha, an electric bass..." You murmur with a grin.

Your fingers dance over the orbs, creating a spontaneous rhythm that pulses through the air. You grin, momentarily forgetting your confusion and the strange circumstances of your second arrival. For now, you're completely lost in the world of sound.

As you move further into the shop, something else catches your eye—a large object in the center of the room, partially covered by a thick, dusty cloth. There's something about its shape that tugs at your memory, something so familiar. Without thinking, you approach it and slowly pulled the cloth away.

You gasp loudly, your eyes sparkling with excitement. It's a concert grand Steinway & Sons piano!

The sleek, black surface is worn with age, but the instrument is unmistakably from Earth. The keys, though dusty, gleam faintly under the neon lights, and for a moment, you can almost hear the soft hum of music that had once been played on it.

The shopkeeper appeares beside you, his brow furrowed in curiosity. "That's an odd one," he remarks. "I found it many years ago, though I never could figure out how it worked."

You can't help the small giggle of amusement at his deep wonder of the instrument. "It's a piano," You inform, your voice soft with reverence. "It's from Earth; where I'm from. An acoustic instrument."

"Earth..?" He murmurs with furrowed brows.

"You can get real interesting with the keys—that's another name we call it. You just press down on the keys and there's—have you never thought to try it?" You ramble, thoughts coming out a mile a minute.

The shopkeeper chuckles at your burst of enthusiasm. "Of course not. I didn't know what it was."

"No no, I feel that. That's valid." You nod. If there was a strange object as huge and heavy as a concert grand piano, you'd leave it alone too.

"Can I...?" You trail off, pointing towards the pretty instrument.

"Please. You're the expert." He raises his hands in surrender. Without another word you go and take a seat on the piano bench, adjusting your skirt as you do. You sit there for a minute, grazing your fingers along the keys before finally striking the first note, and slowly building a song. As your fingers get accustomed to the new chord changes your heart makes up, some lyrics begin to follow after, meshing with the melody line you made.

The shopkeeper's eyes widen in awe as the music washes over him. "Incredible..." He murmurs under his breath. Nearly stumbling in the process, he goes and places his hand on the holographic panel by the front door of his shop. The door slides open, and the neon sign that say "OPEN" flickers to life.

The sound filters out for the outside world to hear. Almost instantly passerby's stop in their tracks. The citizens of Neon City are accustomed to synthetic, electronically produced music. The natural, acoustic sound of the piano is foreign to them—alien, yet captivating. One by one, people begin to gather outside the shop, peering through the windows to see where the strange sound is coming from.

As you play, more and more people gather until there's a large crowd, their faces pressed against the glass, eyes wide with wonder. Some even venture inside, drawn by the unfamiliar yet beautiful sound. Soon, the whole shop is filled with a crowd, all listening in rapt silence as you play. You aren't sure how much time's gone by when your hands finally slow to a stop, your right foot on the damper pedal creating a soft resonance from the last chord you played. And the, as you lift your hands from the black and white keys, a roar of clapping and cheers nearly makes your heart leap out of your chest. You turn around, just now noticing the crowd that's formed. There's strange looking phones out, recording still or just finishing up as others continue to cheer for you.

Your cheeks warm from the praise. It's something you've never been able to get used to even after all these years of performing. It's crazy having so many eyes on you, so much attention. But it's heartwarming nonetheless.

The people begin to disperse, going back to their regularly scheduled programs. You fiddle around haphazardly with the keys some more before the shopkeeper makes his way over to you with a warm smile.

"Here," He says, handing you a small handful of what you could only equate to reddish pink, gem-like coins. "You put on quite a show earlier, something I've never seen, and I figure you need something to eat after that. Consider it a 'thank you' for...whatever that was." His expression softens, and his tone takes on a more serious note. "I haven't heard sounds like that in...well, I've never heard them."

You smile flattered as you look at the foreign currency in your hands. "Thank you, really. But... I don't want to take your money," You mumble, feeling both touched and conflicted. "I'll be fine."

The shopkeeper chuckles and shakes his head. "You're not from around here, right? Look, let me help out—it's no trouble, really. Just a couple credits for a bite. And who knows, maybe I'll see you around again."

After a moment's pause, you smile gratefully. "Alright...thank you so much." You clutch the "coins" in your purse, glancing back to give him one last appreciative look before stepping out onto the streets.

In the morning light, the streets look almost ethereal. The glow from the enormous holographic ads seemed less intense in the sunlight, more muted yet still mesmerizing as they pulse across towering screens. Large advertisements hover above the streets, holographic models and products being promoted by smiling faces and energetic gestures. A soft hum fills the air from the thousands of small mechanical parts working in perfect harmony throughout the city, powering its lights, transportation systems, and other technologies you could hardly recognize.

You wander down a broad avenue, marveling at the towering buildings that stretch up to meet a bright, cloudless sky. Many of the structures seem designed with metallic finishes, causing them to glint and gleam as the sunlight hits their polished surfaces. The streets are bustling with people of all different looks and styles. Many wear clothes embedded with tiny, flickering lights, some with holographic patching that changed designs as they moved. Others have more minimalistic but edgy styles, their eyes shielded by sleek, transparent visors.

Lost in the flow of the city, you let your feet carry you forward, absorbing each new sight. Vendors line the sidewalks, with food carts offering strange, colorful snacks that you can't even begin to name, and tiny drones buzz around, delivering parcels or providing live updates about city happenings. You feel yourself moving in tune with the morning vibe—a different rhythm from the nightlife you'd experienced, but captivating in its own way.

Eventually, your eyes caught sight of a small diner on the corner of a bustling intersection. Its design was a blend of sleek metal and soft, ambient lights, and a neon-blue sign flickered with the words "Circuit Diner." The place seems busy enough but not overly crowded. Through the large, clear windows, you can see customers seated in metallic booths with robotic waiters gliding past them, delivering plates of vibrant food.

Curiosity got the better of you as you push open the glass door, and the inside is even more entrancing than it looks from outside. The walls are adorned with minimalistic light strips that cast a soft glow, making the space feel both futuristic and surprisingly cozy. Screens play holographic images of abstract art that seem to move in time with a soft, ambient soundtrack playing in the background.

"Good morning, citizen," Chirps a robotic voice, and you turn to see a sleek, mid-sized metallic server gliding over to you, its faceplate reflecting your curious, semi-bewildered expression. "Welcome to Circuit Diner! May I recommend our most popular breakfast combination?"

You blink, unsure of what exactly a "breakfast combination" would entail here in Neon City, but nod nonetheless. "Uuuhh, sure, I'll try it."

"Excellent! Your order will be ready soon." The server says with a polite and chipper "beep" before gliding away.

As you wait, you take in the sight of other patrons around you. Some sat alone, scrolling on transparent screens projected from tiny devices worn around their wrists or in their hands, while others sat in groups, chatting animatedly about topics that sound damn near alien to you. You catch snippets about racing, new tech upgrades, trending styles, and names you don't recognize but file away, curious to learn more about this city that feels both familiar and otherworldly.

After a few moments, the robot server returns, setting down a tray with a strange yet appealing meal. The food looks almost too beautiful to eat—perfectly shaped and colored in a way that makes you wonder if it's meant to be eaten at all. There's a glass of ombre purple liquid that seemed to shimmer slightly, along with a small plate of neon-colored bites that look vaguely like fruit but don't smell like any you know.

Taking a tentative bite, you're surprised by the burst of flavors—sweet and slightly tangy, with a soft texture that melted in her mouth. You can't help but smile, savoring each bite and sipping the purple drink, which tastes like a refreshing blend of berries and mint with a hint of something you can't quite place, but it's amazing.

As you sit by the window, enjoying the quietness of your breakfast, you feel a prickling sensation on the back of your neck, an unshakable feeling that someone was looking at you. You glance outside, and your heart involuntarily skips a beat.

Wakasa stood there, just beyond the glass, his lilac eyes locked onto yours. A storm of emotions passed across his face—surprise, confusion, then something darker, almost like hurt or frustration. You can't look away, mesmerized by the intense gaze he had fixed on you, like he’d been searching for you without even realizing it. For a second, you forget where you are, that you're just two people in a bustling, neon-lit city; it feels like the whole world has gone quiet, leaving only the two of you in a strange silence.

Your heart began to race, and you quickly drop your gaze down to the table, hoping he didn't notice the flustered look on your face. But by the time you look up again, he's already pushing through the diner door, his steps quick and purposeful.

You watch, your nerves on edge, as he moves through the space with that effortless confidence of his, like he's barely aware of the way people turn to look at him. He scans the diner, eyes narrowing until they land back on you. In an instant he's at your table, his expression unreadable. A strange mix of irritation and relief, but his gaze is intense, like he has something he needs to say but can't quite find the words. You decide to speak your piece first.

"Hey, Wakasa!" You smile brightly, "I didn't think I'd ever see you again-

"Are you serious? Where the hell have you been, huh?" He cuts you off, not at all interested in your little chit chat.

You're completely caught off guard, your face contorting into a look of bewilderment. He looks so genuinely upset, and you've never heard his voice come across so stern before.

"I-I was..."

"You-you were? Do you realize it's been three whole days? You had me out here searching for your ass thinkin' something happened to you! You got the audacity to be sitting here in your little cutesy ass outfit eating breakfast!" His words spill out in an uncharacteristic rant, frustration and annoyance evident in his tone. He shakes his head, glaring down at you as if you'd committed some grave offense.

You try not to laugh at the sight of him—the usually laidback, stoic man, standing in the middle of a diner, upset because he couldn't find you. It's actually sweet, in its own strange way. You can't help but mess with him a little.

"Well, yeah," You shrug casually, forcing yourself not to laugh too soon. "I mean, don't they say to always keep a man on his toes—"

"Don't play games with me," He snaps, his tone serious, though there was an edge of something softer beneath it. "You disappeared. Like a ghost. No trace, no word, nothin'. I thought—"

"Not you being worried", You giggle, hovering a hand over your smile, "Not you...caring."

You laugh out loud at the way his eyes narrow at you, his jaw tensing up as he tries to keep his annoyed expression. "You're pissin' me off..." He grumbles.

"I'm sorry! Ok, really, I am sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry." You reply, forcing the smile down so you can try and get serious. He only gives you a low grunt in response.

"You forgive me? Com'ere." You say softly, taking his hand and looking up at him with your best doe eyes you can muster. His scowl deepens, but it doesn't last very long. He sighs heavily, his shoulders relaxing just a little.

"Yeah, whatever." He glances at the seat across from you, then back to your beaming face. "You gonna let me sit, or am I just s'pposed to stand here while you finish eating?"

You chuckle and scoot over, gesturing to the seat across from you. Wakasa takes a seat, still grumbling under his breath about how you're such a pain, but the relief in his eyes is unmistakable.

"You know," Wakasa starts, leaning back against his seat, "I've got a race later tonight. Pretty high-stakes one, too. How 'bout you come and watch me?"

Your eyes light up immediately, a spark of excitement unmistakable in your expression. "You want me to watch your race?" You couldn't even try to hide the enthusiasm in your voice. Last time he was so adamant about you not coming along to watch that kid Jaxon's race, now he actually wants you to go.

"Yeah. I mean, you missed the last one," He replies, the corners of his mouth curving upward, almost like he's enjoying your reaction. "Figured you'd wanna actually watch a race this time."

Another rush of excitement washes over you; after all, you'd heard Wakasa and even Benkei briefly talk about street racing and its wild world of high stakes and pride, and whatnot. So to be able to see Wakasa in action makes your heart race. You laugh lightly, "Yeah, for sure, sounds like fun. I'll be cheering for you."

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Why my name for that instrument (virelax) sound like a damn medication for people 60 and above with like 99 different symptoms that come with it😭💀 absolutely do not entrust me to name instruments🤡

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The First Time: Part 3

pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

chapter summary: Mando goes on a hunt to find who stole your stuff, and you demand to go with him

rating: 18+ (no minors please)

word count: 3.8k

Warnings: Time travel, confusion, fluff but barely we are only just getting to know ourselves here, Din wants to show affection but restrains, flashes of wanting and yearning ya know, pining, some fighting, alternating POV’s, I swear the next one with have smut okay I know it’s been a minute, inaccuracies about Star Wars megaverse, please forgive me.

A/N: Dang where has time gone...the release of new Mando content coming up I felt the urge to wrap this chapter up, and already 1/2 through the next. Please enjoy.

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It had been a bit of an argument, of whether or not you should go with him.

“He has my stuff!” You had exclaimed, unhappily flailing your arms around and pacing at the end of the bed, back and forth, back and forth.

Lugho stood in the doorway, watching your argument unfold and not for the first time snorted in amusement at the sight. Mando turned his head to the Gamorrean, his glare unseen but somehow known enough that Lugho shrunk back an inch.

When Mando had turned back to you, your hair swirling around your frame as you paced, your brow furrowed in a way that made your eyes shine with rage. Beautiful, his mind screamed at him.

“Mesh’la, I will get it back. I swear to you.” Was his soft hum.

“I’m coming.” You asserted, not stopping your pacing to grace him with even a glance.

“No–”

“It’s my god damned stuff, I’m going to get it back!” You screeched, coming at him so quickly that even Mando couldn’t stop you from shoving your hands against his chest. He didn’t move, of course, but his heart burned with delight. This is the feisty woman he knew. “I’ll go with or without you, but I’m going.”

He knew the answer already, but couldn’t help himself when he asked, “Do you even know how to track someone?”

“Yes.” Your chin held high, snarling at him. Your eyes flicked to Lugho, telling him you were ending your stay early, and wanted a refund for the remaining portion of the week. Lugho didn’t have the typical gaul to argue, nodding his head and disappearing down the hallway.

You had immediately started packing your stuff, mumbling to yourself about stupid men thinking you couldn’t track, that you were a lost puppy and needed your hand held, as if you hadn’t been to war. Din’s heart was soaring, thrilled beyond measure that your attitude had turned around so drastically. You were so determined to find whoever stole your stuff, the information you were sharing was new and exciting. The sarcasm in your tone had Din smiling behind his helmet, giddy with the prospect.

His mood stayed upbeat and excited as he closed the door after you, followed you down the stairs, and even waved at Lugho as he handed back your money before following you out the cantina door. Your attitude continued as you stomped through the bush, your bag slung over your shoulder and not even a look back to see if Mando was following.

Of course he was.

It wasn’t until the two of you are sitting across from each other at a fire, your head lolling to the side and on to your bag to rest, that Mando’s excitement wanes to discomfort and concern. Someone stealing your stuff, a random and unknown traveler to everyone but him, and specifically your badge from war, has him shifting uncomfortably on the dirt.

Your eyelashes flutter, a dream taking hold as you roll to face Din more clearly, and his chest tightens. He has to keep you safe out here, whether you want his help or not. Your skin glows, the reflections of the fire swimming over your face and arms as your muscles begin to relax. He watches as you go completely limp, unconscious to the world.

Mando remains awake, watching you, scanning your surroundings, waiting. He only finds a few animals, sniffing around as they crave the heat of the fire, but nothing dangerous comes close. He’s thankful for that, leaning his head back to look up to the stars.

He listens to your breathing, a slow inhale and short exhale, over and over again, lulling him off just as he knew it would. You’re comfortable, so he is too.

You wake to a dusty and fuzzy treeline, your eyes not able to open enough to take in the light. The coals of the fire that Mando had set up the night before are stoked, a small but not insubstantial fire going while Mando is off to your left, skinning an animal. Without turning his body toward you, he says, “Sleep well?”

You grunt, sitting up and rubbing at your eyes. “Not really.”

He grunts back, tuning his body to show a small animal on a stick, ready to be held over the fire. “Me either.”

You squint in his direction, watching as he holds the meat over the flame. Your eyes are still heavy, the energy you had from the day before is gone, and you are left with this pit in your stomach.

Who would want to steal your badge?

An honor, at the time, to be awarded the medal that showed everyone around you who you were; until it became a brand to your family that you were the enemy. You thought you were doing the right thing, that you were on the right side of history. You needed to bring it back to show your remorse, to turn it over to the leaders of your people.

Confidently, you had strode off into the forest, wanting to finish what you could on your ship and gather the rest of the supplies you may need, before heading toward where you assumed many workers of this moon would reside. A gut feeling that your item was hiked half way across this moon, had led you astray from your ship.

As if Mando could read your mind, you hear him. “There wasn’t anything on your ship that you needed for this. The person that took your badge is another day’s walk.”

You hum, tilting your head to crack your neck, and sigh heavily. “I don’t have my gun.” You say quietly, turning to look to the tree line again; the suns have risen enough that it is no longer a fuzzy dream, more clear to see the birds watching over you and Mando.

He doesn’t respond, likely not caring if you wanted to have a gun or not, before he pulls the skewer of meat off the flame. Silently, he pulls the tender meat off the stick and into his gloved hand, unaffected by the heat of it. He offers you the remaining stick, a couple legs hot and charred to perfection. “It’s not spicy.” He says quietly as your fingers wrap around the stick, brushing his own.

“Thank you.” You nod, holding the skewer with one hand as you watch him pick at what is still held steadfast in his other. You begin to bite into the meat, hot on your tongue but delicious, unaware that he is still staring at you until your eyes lift to see he hasn’t moved. “Are you going to eat?” You ask quietly.

He’s silent, tilting his head only slightly before sighing. “I will soon.”

You don’t really understand what he means, chewing the meat and swallowing another couple mouthfuls as he continues to stand and stare. It dawns on you suddenly, “You don’t remove your helmet?”

He nods.

“Ever?”

“Well…no. I have to sometimes.” He huffs, sitting himself down across from you. “I do not show my face.”

You ponder this, taking another bite. “Why not?”

“It is the way.” Is his immediate response, sighing immediately after.

You hum, accepting the answer and turning your attention back to your almost completely empty skewer. Cleaning off the remaining bits, you toss the rest into the fire, stretching your hands above your head. “Are you going with me?”

“Of course.” He scoffs, as if offended.

You aren’t completely sure why he’s so adamant about remaining by your side, helping you, but you choose to not make a further comment. If he wants to come with you, fine, you weren’t going to push an argument when having him help you in whatever capacity he felt like was better than him hunting you. “Alright.” You clear your throat, tossing him a closed mouth smile before clearing your throat. “I want you to eat.”

He doesn’t say anything, his helmet tilting down to his food before coming back up. “I…I will wait–”

“I am going to go on a stroll, I’ll be fine.” You hold your hand out to stop him, his boots already taking steps in your direction as if to follow. “I am going to find somewhere to sit for a while, get a better idea of my plans for this…mission. I want you to eat.” You say carefully, your lips curling into your mouth and holding your breath.

“We should not be separated.” He states, but not taking any further action to follow you.

“I would have done this without you.” You sigh, stepping away from him. “Find me when you’re done eating.”

He watches you continue backward, finally nodding at you in defeat before you turn your body away from him and head for the treeline. You don’t hear him remove his helmet, or any movement from your campsite, but you smile to yourself as you continue forward-you won this argument.

The smile on your face stays put as you move past a few rows of trees, coming to a denser area with a few large rocks and stumps surrounding a rolling brook. The area seems close enough that it would be easy for Mando to find you, but secluded enough that you don’t have a fear of closing your eyes for a few moments.

You choose to sit, a stump calling your name to cross your legs over and relax back into a meditation.

It had been a while since you had taken the time to meditate, but something nagged you to take a few moments and recenter yourself before moving forward to find your medal. Throughout your years during the war and after in your own ship, shipmates would roll their eyes when you insisted on taking a moment to sit with your eyes closed and find a balance they had not ever experienced.

They stopped rolling their eyes when they observed time and time again that whatever clarity you gained from the minutes of silence led you all to where you wanted to go.

Running your fingertips over the top of the stump to test how smooth the surface is, you hum in satisfaction before resting. You turn to find the purple hue of the forest and bushes surrounding you unmoving, the wind only heard above the leaves and the water running smoothly over rocks in front of you. Your eyes shut, focusing yourself.

The second your eyes close, you feel a familiar pull in your stomach. It's a pull that has always appeared when you meditate, directing you to your next move. It had been so long since you had last done this, that the intensity of the pull was shocking. Has it always been this strong?

The only way you could describe this feeling to other people when you were asked why you liked meditating, was as if you had been tied to a piece of string that was just barely tugging you along to where you needed to go, and the only way to feel it was to close your eyes and sit still.

Most did not understand.

But today, this pull didn’t feel like a string. It felt as if a chain had been wrapped around an empty stomach, tugging you backward, away from where you were currently sitting. You furrow your brow at the feeling, shaking your head and opening your eyes for a moment before trying again. You shut your eyes harder than you mean to, spots of purple and blue mixing together behind your eyelids, trying to control your breathing.

A deep breath in, the air stinging your nostrils just slightly as you exhale. Steady, strong and forceful the pull continues, backwards. As if you’re going to fall off the stump ass-over-head. Are we going the wrong direction? You ask the pull, no answer given beyond the continued yank.

You ask yourself again, tempted to turn your body in the direction of the pull to see if the feeling changes, but you don’t get a chance. Your eyes pop open, the sound of air whistling past your head close enough that the wind of it catches a strand of hair, and you topple over. Your back immediately presses into familiar armor, huffing into your ear.

Gods, that hurt.

Mando’s arms are pressing you into his chest, no room for any movement and you hold your breath as he rolls. “Don’t move.” He growls, as if you had a choice, and he presses himself up to stand.

You don’t see the man with a fist full of sharpened knives, one of which he most certainly threw at your head, ducking behind a tree as Mando pulls out his blaster. “Got a security guard or something?” He calls out at you, and you turn your head in his direction.

Squinting, you try to see if you recognize him. Hair chopped hastily close to his ears, pointed nose and ears but somehow human. You don’t think you’ve ever served with him, or had him on a crew. His eyes are piercing, brighter and colder than any set of eyes you’ve ever seen, but not recognizable.

“You could say that.” You grunt out, Mando’s shoulders stiffening in front of you as you stay on the ground.

“Who are you?” Mando barks out, his blaster pulled free of his utility belt and aimed at the man. He’s not having this small talk, and doesn't want to hear the back and forth.

“I’m here for her, not you.” He spits, attempting a casual step around Mando as if they were on the same page. But Mando isn’t, and you barely hear the grunt that comes from under his helmet.

When the man doesn’t retreat away from him, attempting to still go around Mando, he becomes more aggressive. His gloved hand reaches out, yanking at the ratty shirt he’s wearing and pulling him closer, lifting his feet off the ground. “If you think I’m going to let you near her–”

“What do you want?” You cut him off, leaning up on one hand and reaching toward your waistband for your own knife to shine in the light, proving you’re not totally worthless.

He huffs, still held up by Mando’s grip that is unwavering, holding at his collar to not choke. “I-I was sent to c-collect–”

“My medal?” You squeak, confusion flushing your system. “Why the hell does everyone want that?”

“It’s new, valuable metals…” He confesses, frowning at Mando as if asking him to put him down, but still not budging.

“New?” You question, staring off into the purple haze to think for just a moment. “It’s missing…” You say, closing your eyes again and shaking your head. You feel the pull again when you close your eyes, not even meditating, and the feeling sinks your ability to concentrate.

Unaware of everyone’s eyes on you, including Mando’s, the man still held up in his grip reaches down with one hand to a knife still secured at his belt, throwing it in your direction with the hopes of hitting you.

You gasp at the feeling, sharp pain at your upper arm that has your eyes opening again in time to see the Mandolorian whip his head back to the creature in his grip, pulling the trigger of his blaster and killing him in an instant.

Your hand reaches for your arm, blood dripping down your bicep, but nothing you’ve not dealt with before. Just a cat scratch you think, smearing the blood a little and looking up to see Mando has tossed the man to the side and is striding over to you.

“What do you think you were doing?” He questions, bending down and pressing his hands into your arms as if to shake you, the blood spreading on to his gloves.

Confused, you shake your head, “I told you, I was–”

“You need to be aware of your surroundings, you can’t do that again.” He presses on, giving you a little shake.

You scoff, trying to wiggle out of his grip, no matter how unsuccessful. “I was fine, I would have taken care of it.”

“No.” Mando continues, his grip changing to pull the offending arm out to show you your own injury. “He was going to kill you, do you not get that?”

“Of course I get it, Mando. Don’t act like I’ve never dealt with someone trying to kill me before.” You hiss, pulling your arm out of his iron grip to throw your hands in the air. “Why do you even care? You didn’t have to come with me!”

Instead of responding to your question, he takes a step toward you, crowding you again. “For someone who knows how to ‘handle it’ you sure needed me a second ago.”

Your upper lip curls in annoyance. “What, you want a thank you or something?”

“It wouldn’t hurt.” He grumbles, reaching for your wrist and you don’t pull away. “Don’t do that again, do you understand?”

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m trying to keep you safe.” He bites back, pulling you against him again, his grip tightening.

You puff your chest out, the cool beskar armor pressing deeper against your skin. “I don’t need you.”

He pauses, his breath audible under his visor. “You don’t feel that pull?”

Like someone dumping cold water on your head, it shocks you, what he’s just whispered to you as if it was a secret. Your anger and annoyance at him melts away, and shock fills your senses. How he was able to read your mind, know you in that way, spooks you. He loosens his grip enough that you can step back. “W-what?”

He’s silent, staring at you and waiting.

But when neither of you say anything further, the chill going up your spine warms as he absently tilts his helmet down as if to look at your legs before letting it settle back straight. “His scent leads back to a different place than where we are going.” He says instead, striding past you to where your bag still sits by a fire. “Let’s get moving.”

Din watched you, confusion clear in your face as you trail behind him. Almost to the next campsite that Din has scouted, his initial worry about you that had bled into anger has completely subsided, now unsure if you’re scared of him.

He hopes not.

You’re not acting scared; you’re not avoiding him or refusing to look directly into his soul every time he calls your attention, but you’re quiet. Your movements are reserved, as if you’re stuck in your head thinking too hard, too loudly to be able to articulate anything. He thinks you’ll tire yourself out, and may be more open to him tonight.

He doesn’t know what to say to you either, to try and better understand what you’re thinking. He knew asking about your pull toward him would surprise you, seeing as you’ve not figured out that it’s him you’re being pulled to. He’s not figured out exactly how it works yet, but he’s inclined to think you were right, the last time he saw you.

He begins to confuse himself, unsure how to unravel the information he knows, what he wanted to deny, and what he didn’t know yet. Setting up the next camp, Din is so lost in his thoughts as he loses track of time, nighttime taking over quickly. How much is he supposed to tell you? Is he the one that planted those ideas in your head that led to an argument? Din is so lost in the possibilities, poking at the fire to coax it awake and keep you both warm, he doesn’t see how you’re watching him.

“Do you feel the pull too?” You whisper out toward him, hands resting on your thighs.

Din tilts his head up, giving you a brief nod.

“Do you know what it means?” You ask again, teeth sinking into your cheek as you continue your nervous stare, your fingers beginning to tap on your leg unconsciously. Din clocks the yawn you try to cover, tears brimming your eyes at the force of sleep trying to overtake you.

He thinks for a moment and then mumbles out, “bic's mand'bor.” resting against the log at his back. When he places his hand down on the ground, he realizes just how close you are, within arms reach, and his skin itches to reach out and touch you.

You frown, not bothering to ask what it means, but mirroring his lean. “I’ll take that as a no, then.”

Somehow, Din finds his fingers reaching for yours, only aware of it when he’s squeezing them so tightly, pressing them into his palm. “You will find out, soon enough, what it means.”

Unmoving, you ask, “How do you know that?”

“I told you already.” He gruffs.

Your fingers stay locked in his hand, looking around the dark trees as if the answer is there. “But…the Jedi aren’t alive.”

Din takes a deep breath, shaking his head to try and clear it before muttering. “Yet. Not yet.”

Your head snaps to his visor, still confused. “I don’t understand how you know that.”

He mulls over what you’ve said, not denying that it could be true, but not understanding the process. Are you already open to the idea of traveling through time? Or are you too tired to argue the point? “I suppose I’m only repeating what I’ve been told.”

Your sigh is heavy, pulling your hand away from his and leaning further into the log that his back is also pressed against, your body tilting toward him as if the pull is present even when your eyes are open. “Where does it pull you to?”

His heart is racing, his breath stuck in his throat. How much is he to tell you? “I’m not sure.” He lies horribly, your face scrunches up in knowing that it’s a lie, but not pushing him to tell the truth either.

“It felt like it was pulling me backwards, before that man started throwing knives.” You hum, your shoulder now touching his pauldron, but neither of you say anything. Your head turns, looking at the contact before looking up to his helmet. It’s as if something clicks in your pupils, widening and consuming the color there. “Kind of…like it was pulling me to you.”

“Sounds like you’ve been overthinking today.” Din brushes it off, leaning his weight toward you, addicted to you touching him, even if it is through his armor.

“Do you know why?” You ask, eyes now half lidded, the warmth of the fire and his body making you sleepy. He thinks you’ll curl up like a cat soon enough, and he hopes you do.

“Gar cuyir Pal'vut, ibac's tion'jor.” He says deeply, bringing his other hand up to brush his gloved hand against your cheek. He just can’t help it, it seems, and at this moment you don’t seem to mind either. “Get some sleep, before we raid this camp.”

“Tell me what it means.” You whisper, eyes closing with your cheek pressed to the beskar.

“Another time.” Din says quietly, letting you drift off against him, desperate for any type of contact.

Mesh’la → beautiful

bic's mand'bor → it’s magic

Gar cuyir Pal'vut, ibac's tion'jor → You are mine, that’s why

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #din djarin #din dijarin x reader #din dijarin fanfiction #star wars universe

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foxydivaxx · 2 years ago

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Things heat up here. Notice how Gossip Girl is kind of supportive of Zoro and Sanji. Can you all guess who Gossip Girl is? Also One Piece will be mentioned here. What do I mean? Read on. Warning: X-rated content.

Gossip Girl: Bad Romance Chapter 3

Hi there Upper Eastersiders. Guess what?! We’ve got our first S and Z sighting in months. The couple were spotted at a five star hotel at the Upper East Side. According to sources, Z was there to do a photoshoot to promote an upcoming movie project. Yes, the Power Couple are back in town!!

S also did a photoshoot for the same magazine that has been described as empowering, glamorous and sexy. Apparently he wore a sexy black dress that would make Morticia from Addams family proud. S is no longer playing kiddie games. We talking big leagues here especially since he is no longer a little boy anymore.

Afterwards, the two went clubbing. Also been noticing Z introducing S to some well-known producers and influential figures in the music industry, both in Asia and here in the U.S. Could it be possible that S may work on his first proper album soon?

For some context, S originally debuted as a solo artist when he was just 13. He released the single Good Vibes which did not do well on the charts.

Despite this, he met Z around that time and they hooked up almost immediately, thus starting their long term relationship. Z is two years older than S. S would later join Popstars: The Rivals and Aogiri was born and the rest is history.

Some film and fashion heavyweights were spotted at the club the Power Couple were hanging at. These folks also spoke with them. Looks like things are working out in S’ favour.

Taking that secret trip has done them some good. And hold up, is that a diamond encrusted Rolex watch I see S wearing?! It even matches Z’s signature diamond Rolex!!

Plus, he is wearing what looks like brown Louis V slacks. Hmm. Z is spoiling his man, and it shows. Also, S’ famous derriere turned a lot of heads as usual as many were shocked by how sexy he still looks. Come on, he is 18 now.

Another piece of good news for S is that Aogiri’s latest musical offerings have been mad flopping on the charts lately. The various TV shows that the boys have been starring in have been struggling with low ratings. What goes around comes around indeed. LE has signed with a brand new agency and will continue to be an actor. Please support him.

I bet the Power Couple has something big in the pipeline. Who knows? One thing I know is that the rest of the Upper East Side's elite are taking notice and, let's just say, many people are not happy about the latest developments. Dethroning the power couple never ends well and they are about to find out why.

"So those two are back huh?" says Eren. He just read the latest Gossip Girl blast and man. He does not like this one bit. Sukuna said they will show up at court but this, this is terrible. No one knows where the both of them went to. But all this is clearly Zoro’s handiwork. As usual, Zoro is always one step ahead of them.

The others gather round Eren as he showed them Gossip Girl’s latest blog post. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” Light exclaims. “Now what do we do?” Natsu says. Eren sighs. “Even I do not know.”

Sukuna too has seen the blog post whilst lounging in his jacuzzi and is seething with rage. Why?! Why are those two now deciding to show their dirty faces?! Especially that bitch Sanji?!! “Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

Lelouch reads the latest news about Sanji and Zoro and grins. “About time. Things are gonna get crazy now that they are back.”

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Meanwhile, Sanji and Zoro are at Zoro’s apartment in Manhattan. “The court case has already begun. However, you have to be in court in the next 2 days to testify against them.” says Zoro.

“Good news for us.” Sanji says with a chuckle as he sips some white wine. “This is why I love you so much Zoro. All these bitches think they are smart not knowing that you will somehow outsmart them.”

Zoro smirks. “This is why I am the King baby. They can buy school but those motherfuckers cannot afford class..” he says as he wraps his arms around Sanji’s waist and pulls him into a kiss, a gesture Sanji happily returns.

“It’s been a while we have kissed Daddy.” Sanji whispers faintly. God does he miss hearing that nickname. Whenever Sanji calls him, it is obvious what he wants.

Zoro takes Sanji’s glass away and places it on the stool and picks Sanji up bridal style, leading him to the bedroom.

Once they got to the bedroom, Zoro gently placed Sanji on the bed. The blonde giggles and motions to his lover who takes off his shirt and pounces on top of him, kissing his neck hungrily, earning moans from the blonde who takes off his clothes without hesitation and kisses him back.

“Ride me.” Zoro groans.

Sanji smirks and helps Zoro to unzip and strip off his jeans and boxers. Once he spots his cock, a mischievous smirk appears on his face. How they managed to spend 3 months with each other without having sex is beyond him.

That is perhaps the longest he had gone without having sex with Zoro. Well; if you add the previous months of drama, that is six. Not counting that one time they had sex on top of Sanji’s piano in his home. Or that time they fucked each other in the limo at an award show. Sure he was still technically dating Sukuna then. But it did not matter. It seems like destiny wants the two of them to be together. So why fight it now?

“Oh how I have missed this.” the blonde coos as he gently traces a finger over the head, earning a gasp from his lover.

He lowers his head down and begins to slowly lick and then suck Zoro off, letting out a horny moan. It is a well known fact that Sanji was the biggest slut on the planet.

Zoro moans as he places a hand on his lover’s head, slowly pushing him down so that he can take more. “Fuck!! I keep forgetting how skilled your mouth is.”

Sanji continues to bob his head as he takes as much of Zoro as he possibly could and pleasures him. Zoro has always been a big guy, something that Sanji deeply appreciates as it makes sex a lot more fun and pleasurable for him.

He then pulls away. “Nah. I need that dick inside me now Daddy. So nope I won’t make you cum like that.” He heads over to the dressing table and pulls out the bottle lube.

He pours some into his fingers and begins to finger himself. Zoro watches in awe as Sanji begins to let out those sexy wanton noises that he loves to hear. The way his face contorts with pleasure did not help matters either.

Once Sanji had felt he was stretched enough, he then proceeds to straddle his lover’s laps and positions himself before sinking onto the cock.

“S-Shit!!”

“F-Fuck!! Still tight as ever.”

Sanji smirks and begins to bounce up and down the cock. Zoro places his hands on Sanji’s ass, aiding the blonde with his movements as he bucks his hips into Sanji’s hole.

As time passes, Sanji’s cries of pleasure get louder as Zoro gets a lot rougher with him. “J-just the way I like it…” Sanji purrs as he rolls his hips.

Soon, Zoro hits a certain part that makes Sanji scream. “AH!! ZORO!!” The greenete smirks, flips them around so that he was on top and proceeds to fuck the living daylights out of Sanji, the bed below them creaking under the pressure.

A couple minutes later, Sanji mewls and cums hard with Zoro soon following suit.

The lovers pant for air as they come down from the high of their orgasm. “Man that felt good.” Sanji says with a giggle. Zoro chuckles and kisses Sanji on the forehead, before slowly pulling out of him.

“I keep forgetting how naughty you are.”

“Says the bitch that keeps taking photos of my naked ass!!”

“Oi!! I had to!! Like you got the best ass in the world and that ass needs a shrine!!”

The two of them laugh and cuddle between the sheets.

#zosan #sanji #one piece #roronoa zoro #Zoro

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jazlynriddle-legacy · 8 months ago

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Welcome to your life - Pt 3:

It's My Own Design Ch 3:

Summary:

Ominis fought to control his expression, to keep his hands from trembling. Five years. Five years since he'd seen his parents, and this. This was the reason they'd given him the honour of their time? This was the reason they'd sought him out at Hogwarts?

The bitterness welling up within him was thick enough to gag on.

New year, new allies, new responsibilities, new avenues of revenue, and new aspects of their own Ancient Magic to explore. As the Keeper and their partners enter their last year at Hogwarts, it remains to be seen if the new school year will bring with it new problems or adversaries, but they are confident in the strength of their relationship with Sebastian and Ominis. The three of them would endure, no matter what befell them.

And if they were wrong?

What a joke, they would suffer no alternative.

Warnings: Sebastian x MC x Ominis! Drug Addiction! Spoilers! Slow-burn corruption! Dark content! Fucked up 1800s orphanages! MC has no love for Anne or Solomon! Dubious happy ending (it's happy for MC, Seb and Ominis at least).

You can also read on AO3! (chapter specific warnings below)

Notes:

Warnings: Torture! Human experimentation! All that fun stuff x3

My god, the last two weeks have been awful, I've been so busy that I almost couldn't finish this chapter in time- I am so tired OTL

“Rise and shine, toff.”

A jet of cold water hit his face and Macnair shot upright on his cot with a gasp, shaking the water from his head frantically. His eyes darted about, searching for the source of his jarring awakening, and quickly spotting the Keeper standing next to him in his cell.

He recoiled in fear, pressing his back against the wall while wiping the water from his face with a hand, the one that still had fingers that is.

“Had a nice sleep?” The Keeper asked pleasantly, their good-natured tone only serving to heighten his terror.

“Wha- what do you... want?” His stammer only made their smile widen into a sharp grin.

“Wouldn't you like to know.” They chuckled, reaching forward to grab him by his grubby collar and drag him bodily in the direction of the wall.

Naturally, he immediately panicked and began struggling, grabbing their arm, and digging his heels into the cot's mattress, his breath wheezing sharply through his teeth.

“I take it you'd like to lose more fingers?” The Keeper asked flatly, levelling him with a cold gaze.

Macnair flinched and dutifully ceased his futile resistance, though he still dragged his feet reluctantly and, with some impatience, the Keeper pushed him up against the wall, where the manacles automatically clamped around his wrists and ankles the moment that they were within range.

“Pl- please-” The shaky words fell from his trembling lips repeatedly, almost like a mantra, as though his fear had robbed him of the ability to control his mouth.

The Keeper snorted, they hadn't even done that much to him. Wimp. They took a few steps to the side and set a box down on the cot, opening it to reveal an array of needles of varying sizes arranged neatly in little pockets. As they considered their options, the sound of footsteps approaching caught their attention, and they looked up as Sebastian entered the cell.

“Oh, good. I'm not too late.” Sebastian quipped, closing the door behind him.

“Just in time actually.” The Keeper chuckled as they continued to consider which needle size would be best to start with.

“Thank goodness, I hate missing violence.” Sebastian grinned, throwing Macnair a sly glance as he rolled up his sleeves.

Ignoring the renewed panicked wheezing that Macnair released at the sight of Sebastian, the Keeper snorted absently, before asking. “Don't we all. So, how'd the trap check go?”

“Pretty well, the traps caught enough Red Deer and Ibex to last us another week. Might be good to get some fishing in too if we can, since we ended up using more than expected last week.” Sebastian stood beside Macnair, patting him on the cheek tauntingly. “You should be grateful that we're feeding you, you bloody wanker.”

“Oh, but he's not bloody. Yet.” The Keeper grinned as they collected a few needles from the box and turned to face the boys, hearing Macnair let out a whimper as they spoke. “But that's good to hear, the less we have to buy, the better.”

Sebastian nodded, before asking in turn. “How'd the brewing go?”

“Smoothly, we have plenty of wiggenweld and other potions to sell now. And after today's instruction, Tibsy should have no trouble providing Ominis with visual aid during potion brewing for the foreseeable future.” The Keeper's expression was quite satisfied as they came to stand before Macnair, raising the needles with a playful grin. “Now, shall we?”

“After you.” Sebastian waved a hand towards Macnair with a wave and a slight bow of the head.

Without any further preamble, or warning, the Keeper adjusted their grip on a single long needle and stabbed it into Macnair’s side, wedging it between his ribs and drawing a startled squeal of pain from the boy.

Sebastian snickered. “Well I'll be, Macnair, you sound exactly like the pig you are.”

“W- why-” Macnair whimpered, looking down at the piece of metal lodged in his torso, every breath pulling on the sensitive skin around the needle and tugging against his flesh.

The Keeper drew their wand nonchalantly and, ignoring his flinch, held their wand over the boy while tapping into their Ancient magic. They weren't really sure how to do this, without Isidora’s guidance, but they knew that Ancient magic was involved. So, they pulled that magic to the tip of their wand and closed their eyes, recalling the feeling of the pain energy they'd become so familiar with over the last year and trying to hold that sensation in their mind.

For a few frustrating moments, there was nothing. Then the Keeper felt something, a slight hum along their wand, as though something were pushing against the thin and misty funnel of Ancient magic that was fanning out from its tip. They shifted the wand, feeling the pressure lessen when they withdrew and increase as they pressed close. What was this? It didn't feel like pain energy.

They opened their eyes, frowning as Macnair blubbered and sobbed.

“Shut up, you're distracting them.” Sebastian scolded, flicking the needle as punishment and getting another high-pitched whimper in response.

As he did so, the Keeper felt something zing through their wand and dance along the tips of their fingers, and then it was gone.

With a hum, they flicked the needle themselves this time, but nothing happened. Well, besides a strangled gasp from Macnair, but that wasn't important.

With a nod to themselves, the Keeper offered the remaining needles to Sebastian. “Here, you can do the rest.”

“Really?” Sebastian asked with some surprise.

“Yes, I want to see if I can find that feeling again.” The Keeper explained as they readied their wand, focusing again.

“Alright then.” Sebastian grinned, rolling the needles in his fingers, and looking over Macnair speculatively.

Closing their eyes again, the Keeper moved their wand over the curious pressure radiating from Macnair’s body, when a shriek of pain rang out. At the same time, they felt the pressure almost... ripple, like the surface of water when a pebble was thrown into it. It was that feeling again, rippling over the pressure against their wand and zinging up along it, and they realised.

This pressure was Macnair’s magical, or possibly life, energy. An ephemeral aura radiating from his body.

“Flick it.” The Keeper instructed Sebastian, their eyes remaining closed as they did so.

A moment later, there was another whimper and the ripple happened again. The synchronisation of the ripples and pain inflicted was too consistent to be a coincidence, this had to be the energy that they were looking for. The Keeper grinned with excitement, shifting their wand towards the source of the ripple, pushing out more of their own Ancient magic to get a clearer feel for the shape of Macnair’s aura. Their wand almost acted like a candle, illuminating a small area of his aura as they moved.

“Again.” The Keeper murmured, focusing harder, and the ripple occurred once more, but with much less intensity than before.

Did the physical pain lessen, even though he was clearly still hurt? Did he become numb? Or was it the impact, that it made on his psyche, that was lessened, due to already being injured for a while, like some sort of coping mechanism?

“Again.” They instructed, frowning as they continued to move their wand, struggling to pick up the slightest change.

“Again.” The signal was stronger now, strange.

“Again.” Weaker this time, like before.

While it was difficult to detect the ripples, it helped that the length of their wand and its fulcrum effect, were amplifying the weak pressure against the tip of their wand into a stronger movement against their fingers.

“Again.” Blast, they weren't sure which direction that had been from.

The ripples almost felt like they were bouncing off a wall, distorting the direction from which it was emanating. Were the ripples hitting the edges of his body?

“Again.” Oh, it was this side...

“Again.” Getting closer...

“Almost..."

There.

The Keeper's breath caught as the faint, barely perceptible ripples began vibrating in a ring around the tip of their wand, indicating that they had found its source, and they opened their eyes, already knowing what they'd see.

A victorious grin stretched across their face. Bullseye. Their wand trembled as it hovered over the needle embedded in Macnair’s right underarm, buried in the soft and sensitive pit under his outstretched arm. Well, that explained the ripples lasting longer, that looked painful.

“Love, are you alright?” Sebastian's worried voice shook them from their reverie.

“Huh?” The Keeper blinked at him unintelligently, wondering what he was on about, when he reached over to brush his hand over their forehead, surprising them when it came away shiny with moisture.

“You're sweating all over, maybe we should take a break.” Sebastian frowned, taking a handkerchief from his pocket, and dabbing at their face.

That was about the time when the Keeper noticed that their breathing was laboured and their grip on their wand was shaky. Perhaps from the constant stream of Ancient magic that they had been using, or perhaps from being so focused for... how long have we been doing this-

“I- ...yeah. I guess that took more out of me than I expected.” The Keeper nodded absently, straightening, and taking a step back, wavering in place unsteadily enough for Sebastian to wrap an arm around their shoulders in alarm. “How long...“

“Oh, you don't say.” Sebastian rolled his eyes as he ushered them over to a wall to lean against. “You've been at this for a little over two hours now.”

“Huh. Didn't feel that long.” The Keeper murmured, giving Macnair an unimpressed stare as Sebastian went back to the boy. Only two needles and already he was hyperventilating.

Granted they were pretty long needles, so breathing was probably awful for him right about now. Perhaps their theory that a duration of recovery time between each instance of pain, made pain worse, or hit harder at least, was correct.

“We really should get a gag.” The Keeper rolled their eyes when Macnair thrashed in pain, the fingers of his hand spasming erratically as Sebastian pulled the needle from his side. Making a point of removing it slowly and at an angle so the tip scraped along his insides, before adding the used needle to the unused needles in Sebastian's right hand.

“I'll tell Tynx to add it to his grocery list. Oh, hold still you fuckin-” Sebastian growled as he shook the boy's fingers off his right hand while trying to get a grip on the needle lodged in Macnair’s armpit.

“Were you only flicking the needle?” The Keeper asked curiously, noting that the skin around the remaining needle's entry point was inflamed, stretched and extremely bloody, compared to the first needle.

...wait. Was that two needles under Macnair’s arm?

“Did it make a difference?” Sebastian's eyes lit up and he spun around to face them with an excited expression, holding up the two bloody needles in his left hand. “I shook it up after the first flick. Went to rotating it, and then wiggling it, and then I noticed him drifting off, so I stabbed another in and stirred and..."

The Keeper smiled fondly as he enthusiastically described the different means with which he'd increased the impact of that one injury, Sebastian could be so cute sometimes. Well, it seemed like varying the type of stimulus also increased the impact of pain, interesting.

“Very clever, and yes, it certainly helped, made it much easier for me to trace his pain to its source.” The Keeper nodded approvingly.

Sebastian's initiative was always such a boon to them. He wasn't simply standing around getting bored when they were taking the helm, he was using his brain and actively trying to help, and that made him a wonderful partner in any endeavour.

That or he was just having fun.

“Well, I'm glad to have been of service.” Sebastian bowed with a flourish.

“Perhaps with more practice, I'll be able to do so faster and with less effort... then I can try to extract it.” The Keeper nodded to themselves absently. “We're making progress.”

“Think you're still up for tonight's Occlumency lesson?” Sebastian asked with some concern.

“Of course, I'm sure I'll feel better after a proper bath and some food.” The Keeper waved a hand dismissively.

“If you say so.” Sebastian flashed them a wry smile, turning back to Macnair and dropping him from the shackles. “Don't expect me to come to your rescue if Ominis decides that you're pushing yourself and didn’t tell him.”

The Keeper chuckled as Sebastian dropped the needles back into the box, before picking it up and carrying it over to them. All while Macnair lay in a fetal position on the floor against the wall. They considered dragging his arse to the bed, but decided that they couldn't be bothered, they'd just send Tynx to feed him a wiggenweld later, like last time and have the elf sanitise the needles as well.

Taking the box and pushing off the wall, the Keeper was relieved to find that their strength had returned somewhat. “Come on, let's get going then.”

“Bye piggy.” Sebastian beamed down at Macnair, stepping on the boy's curled up back on his way out and following after the Keeper at a relaxed gait.

As the door sealed shut behind the two, Macnair ground his teeth. Such disgrace, he'd never had any illusion that he was smarter or stronger than his older siblings or even his peers, but the sheer level of disregard his captors were giving him was almost more offensive than the torturous pain that they were putting him through.

Merlin, the pain. His parents had never been afraid of belting him, but that didn’t even come close to the agony that he was experiencing in this disgusting cell. He still wanted the mudblood dead, sure, but if he'd known how sadistic and cruel they and their fucking mutt Sallow were, he probably wouldn't have picked a fight with them.

He groaned in pain as he moved stiffly, going to push himself up with his right hand, only to remember for the nth time that his fingers were gone. That damn mudblood, he shifted his weight carefully, his right shoulder burning with agony after Sallow played around in it, he didn't even want to know how the wound looked.

It had hurt his pride terribly to blubber like a coward, especially because of how easy it had been to do so, but it'd had to be done. Those two would come to regret underestimating him. This he swore as he tightened his left hand around a long, thin...

...needle.

“Thank you for your help, Tibsy.” Ominis smiled as he flicked his wand, vanishing the remains of the last potion inside the cauldron, while the elf busied herself with cleaning the potions station.

“Tibsy is happy to be being of helps to Sir Ominis!” The small elf beamed brightly as she tidied up, snapping her fingers to send the remaining ingredients floating back into the cabinet. “Sir Ominis can leave cleaning to Tibsy!”

“Alright, I'll leave this in your capable hands.” Ominis nodded as he folded his apron and set it down on the table. It really was nice to have such a cheerful and pleasant servant. He liked Tynx well enough, but the older elf reminded him too much of the jaded and cold elves in his ho- his parent's home.

He was feeling quite cheerful as he left the barely furnished Potions Lab on the second basement level. The floor was still barely developed, bare bricks lining the ground and walls, but the room he, the Keeper and Tibsy had been working in, was at least furnished with two cabinets and a potions station. They'd given it priority since potion making was a rather substantial necessity.

Taking a right turn and heading up the steps to the first basement level, Ominis idly considered that it might be good to get in some strength training this holiday. While most wizards and witches didn't bother with physical strength, and Hogwarts’ Grand Staircase was considered as sufficient exercise by most students, he'd started to feel a little inferior in that aspect, next to his lovers.

As he made his way past the staircase leading to the Dungeons, Ominis shivered in discomfort. The Keeper had left several minutes ago, and he could only imagine what they were doing with Macnair or Selwyn right now.

Nope, he didn't need to imagine it, nor did he want to, Ominis shook his head and continued, quickly climbing the stairs to leave the basement altogether. He'd made a few visits into the Dungeons to heal Selwyn, but he'd avoided spending too much time down there if he could help it.

Emerging from under the tent flap, he made his way across the sanded floor that made up the foundation of what would become their home. Ducking under some crossbeams and stepping around a few crates, he carefully descended the short flight of stairs down to the courtyard's cobblestone path.

Ominis sighed, following the cobblestone path towards the greenhouses absently. It was nice that the Keeper had had time to spend brewing potions with him this morning, they and Sebastian had spent most of their first holiday week running themselves ragged with Tynx and Tibsy on the castle. Preparing the bricks and layering them into the various measured rooms in advance, before letting them sit for the next two weeks or so, to cure and dry.

It had been quite a novel idea to Ominis when he'd heard it, creating the rooms in advance, so that when all of them were dry, they could simply levitate the ready-made rooms into place, quite like that of a dollhouse. This allowed them to work on the various rooms without endangering their lives by working at an elevated height. It did touch him that they'd gone to such lengths to satisfy him when he'd expressed concern, Sebastian's mind was truly a brilliant thing when he put it to good use.

Now that the two were done with the walls and were leaving them to dry, perhaps his lovers would have more time to spend with him.

Ominis felt his cheeks warm at the thought, it- it wasn't like he was some dainty lady wanting attention from his working partners. He'd been working too, tending the greenhouses, and helping Tibsy with thinning out the courtyard's dominant grass species and seeding the clover to grow in its place. He'd offered to help with the construction, and it’d been the other two who'd insisted that he would hate working in the summer heat and that the two of them were enough.

He wondered if they didn't think him strong enough for more physically strenuous work...

Shaking his head, Ominis slipped into the greenhouse, his partners weren't like that. There were a great many people who'd looked down on him, who'd thought him incapable just because he couldn't see, but there was a difference between consideration and condescension. His lovers simply didn't want Ominis to exert himself or put himself through physical discomfort… right?

“Speaker!”

“Speaker's here!”

Ominis smiled softly, he was really getting used to this, each day the girls were always excited to see him, and it warmed his heart every single time without fail. He hadn't imagined that he would come to love them so deeply, the twins weren't extremely intelligent, but they were the sweetest creatures he'd ever known.

“Hello, little ones.” Ominis greeted, his feet effortlessly carrying him over to their basin.

To his surprise however, as he neared the nest, Mira let out an alarmed hiss. “Eww- Speaker smells bad!”

“Why does Speaker smell like that?” Kira echoed, shaking her head as though to dispel the stench from her snout.

Ominis blinked for a moment, before laughing sheepishly. “Ah, I apologise, my dears. I was brewing potions. I suppose the fumes must be irritating to your sensitive little noses.”

“Not little!” Mira protested, while Kira hissed curiously. “Potionssss?”

“You needn't concern yourselves, it'll dissipate in time.” Ominis shook his head, staying a few steps away to spare the girls their sensitive olfactory.

“Speaaakeeeeer.” Mira whined. “Can we go outside?”

“Yes, we're bored!” Kira agreed, bobbing her head excitedly. “We want to go out!”

Ominis frowned. “It's dangerous outside, there are many creatures that could harm the two of you.”

The girls thumped their tail on the rock that they were lounging upon, and Mira hissed irritably. “Speaker brought us out to the loud falling water, why can't we go out again?”

Ominis paused, that's right, they'd brought the girls with them to the picnic at the waterfall, but that had been when the twins were still small, clumsy, and easy to hold in a hand. Not to mention, the girls had also been wary of the fact that they were a tiny snake in a big world. Now, however, the last few months of care had given the twin snakes a great increase in length, they were almost as long as his arm and half as thick as his wrist. What if they decided that they no longer needed his protection and swam or slithered away?

He frowned at the thought, was that what he was afraid of? That the girls would leave him? Yet... right now, despite having grown larger, the girls could still barely coordinate themselves enough to move in a straight line. That was probably more concerning than his fears, if the girls were ever separated from him, with or against their will, if they couldn't fend for themselves even in the slightest... couldn't even flee an attacker...

“Alright. We can go down to the lake today.” Ominis nodded, their ability to survive came first and he forcefully tucked away his fear of being abandoned, of being left behind.

“Yes!” The twins hissed in unison.

“Tynx.” Ominis called out, and after a moment, the elf popped into being just a few steps away from him.

“Yes, Sir Ominis?” The house elf bowed his head respectfully, even though he knew Ominis couldn't see him.

“Please help me inform my lovers when they are finished in the Dungeons, that they can find us down at the lake on the bank closest to Dìon.” Ominis instructed as he began to undo the top button of his cream toned button-down.

Tynx nodded, before asking politely. “Yes sir, is there anything else you need?”

“Nothing else, thank you. You may go.” Ominis shook his head and the elf popped away promptly.

Certainly not one for pleasantries, that elf. Then again, he supposed that wasn't very different from the Keeper themselves, Ominis mused as he shrugged off his shirt. It wasn't like there was anyone to see him in the entire territory, and he didn't want to distress the girls with the offensive smells clinging to his clothing.

“Come then, little ones.” Ominis smiled, offering his hand to the girls, and feeling them eagerly coil upwards along his arm before draping themselves over his shoulders comfortably.

“Speaker still smells bad...” Mira whined, and Kira hissed quietly in reprimand at her. “Quiet, Speaker might change his mind.”

Ominis chuckled, making his way towards the exit, and holding back a sigh as he pushed the door open. It was going to be quite a long walk. At least he could take a dip in the lake to wash off the smells and sweat some when they got there.

By the time Ominis arrived at the lakeside, the sun was already starting to dip towards the east and a quick tempus informed him that it was just past four in the afternoon. At least the walk had been a mostly comfortable downhill descent, in the presence of pleasant company, and he wasn't feeling very tired as a result.

Dodging the Keeper and Sebastian's traps had also been fairly effortless, since Ominis’ wand sight could easily reveal them and he'd long since been briefed on what types of traps littered their territory. Making it a simple matter of avoiding the bear traps, pitfalls, and spikes. He tried not to think too hard about how it'd feel to actually fall into one of them.

The gentle sound of flowing water rippling against the lakeshore was soothing to his ears and he found himself instinctively relaxing at the serene atmosphere as he neared the lake, the inane chatter of the twin snakes in his ears. Scanning the pebble lined bank with his magic, he quickly found a portion of the shallow water that was suitable for his purposes.

Pausing to tug his shoes and socks off, Ominis tucked the small cloth neatly into his shoes, before removing his pants and draping it over the branch of a nearby tree. Left in his undergarments, he made his way over to the shoreline, enjoying the cool water lapping at his bare feet, as well as the soft and fine sand between his toes.

Standing beside the spot he'd chosen, Ominis made a sweeping motion with his wand, easily targeting several small rocks scattered about the sand before sending his magic out to all of them with a flick. “Wingardium leviosa!”

All as one, the rocks were lifted from their resting places and swirled through the air in a long trail, following the swish of his wand, before coming to rest in a wide circle at his feet. The rocks lined up neatly, forming a wall that cordoned off a shallow pool of water a few metres wide and he carefully scrutinised it for any gaps in the barrier, adjusting some of the rocks’ positions until he was satisfied.

Next, he turned his focus to the lake, scanning it with his wand sight, until he found several small fishes swimming by in a school.

Once more, he targeted these little bodies of fish with his magic easily, undeterred by the speed of their movements as he plucked them from the water like an expert archer, one after the other. “Accio! ...accio. Accio!”

One, two, three, in no time, the small pond he'd isolated had now three little fish swimming frantically within its borders. Pleased with his results, Ominis ran his fingers gently along the twins’ scales and knelt beside the pool, lowering an arm down into the water. “Now, little ones, I will teach you how to swim and hunt together.”

“Food!” Mira exclaimed excitedly, immediately extending her neck towards the pool, and coiling down towards it along his arm.

Unfortunately however, Kira didn't seem to have gotten the memo and was dragged along, only for her hesitation to disrupt their coiling body and send the twins flailing into the pool. Ominis smiled wryly, sighing as he listened to them thrash for a moment before righting themselves in the pool and immediately begin hissing at each other angrily.

“Girls...” Ominis shook his head when they ignored him, sighing again before reaching out a hand to flick them on the tail.

“Ow, Speakeeeeer!” Mira whined, while Kira pulled their tail closer defensively. “Speaker, Mira's being stupid!”

“I'm not stupid! You're stupid!” Mira snapped back at her twin.

“Girls. Food.” Ominis reminded, and as expected, the girls abruptly forgot their argument.

“Food? Food!” The two hissed in unison and shot towards the closest fish.

“Hang on.” Ominis shook his head, grabbing them by the tail before they got very far. “First, the two of you need to learn coordination.”

“Coor-?” Mira echoed, while Kira hissed insistently. “But the food will get away!”

“No, they won't. The food are trapped in here with the two of you, but if you want to catch them, you'll need to work together.” Ominis explained patiently. “I know neither of you chose to be together, but you have to learn to live with it.”

“...fine.” Mira hissed and Kira grumbled for a moment before conceding. “Fine, even if she is stupid.”

“Good.” Ominis continued quickly before the spat could resume, standing and planting his feet in a commanding stance. “Now, the two of you struggle with moving because each of you controls a section of your body. So, you'll need to take turns moving the part of your body that you control, in order to move in a straight line.”

“When I say your name, I want the one I name to constrict and the other to relax, alright?” Ominis folded his arms, waiting for the girls to hiss their confirmations. “Then, let's begin.”

“Mira!” Ominis hissed, and she tightened her segments while Kira relaxed, causing them to wiggle to the left.

“Kira!” Ominis hissed, and she tightened her segments while Mira relaxed, causing them to wiggle to the right.

Their first lap across the pool was closer to a bolt of lopsided lightning than a straight line. With Mira or Kira struggling to regulate the force, with which each constricted, parallel to the other's, to avoid swerving too much in one direction. Naturally, that came with a slew of arguments on the nature of the other's intelligence.

This continued for a little under an hour, the twin snakes taking turns to tighten and loosen, until finally...

“Speeeeeed!” Mira squealed excitedly as the twins shot forward through the water.

“Turn coming up, Kira! And Kira again!” Ominis called out, watching with his wand as the girls cut through the shallow pool with their powerful muscles, taking a sharp right turn before the rock wall. His heart swelled with pride, the girls were growing up. “Mira!”

“Yessss!” Mira hissed excitedly and Ominis smiled in amusement, she was so chatty when swimming, Kira in contrast was silent in sharp focus. He could already tell that Mira would want to shot call when they began to practice moving on their own, without his direction.

After a few moments, the girls came to a stop in front of Ominis, raising their necks proudly as he stooped to kneel before them again.

“Did you see Speaker!?” Mira asked eagerly while Kira nuzzled against Ominis’ outstretched fingers.

“Yes, I saw.” Ominis replied with a soft smile.

“Really? You're not just saying it?” Mira asked and he chuckled, the girls always seemed rather sceptical that he could ‘see’ despite being blind.

“I'm not lying, I told you two to turn at the wall, didn't I?” Ominis answered gently. “Now, we can move on to the next step.”

“Food!” Kira hissed excitedly.

“Yes, next you'll practice attacking. As the two of you move, only one of you will be facing forward at a time. So, whomever is within range can bite, let go, and then the other can bite as well.” Ominis instructed, this way, the girls would be able to deal consecutive attacks in rapid succession. “Ready?”

“Ready!” The girls hissed in unison as they turned to face the closest fish.

“Kira! Mira! Kira! Mira!”

With a flash of sharp teeth came a bloom of red spreading through the water.

“Oh, there he is!” Sebastian removed a hand from around the Keeper's waist and pointed towards the ground.

Following his gesture with their eyes, the Keeper nodded and adjusted the grip of their ankles against Sepulchria's sides, urging the thestral flying over the plains to descend in the direction of the lakeside. With a gruff neigh, the powerful mount's wings spread wide, catching the blanket of air, and slowing its descent as her hooves clopped upon the sand.

Trotting for a few metres, the thestral came to a slow stop a few steps away from Ominis as the sound of hisses drifted through the air. The Keeper couldn’t help but shiver as those hisses reached their ears, making Sebastian snicker, and they huffed, rolling their eyes as he dropped down from Sepulchria's back.

As he did so, the hisses faded, and Ominis turned to grace the Keeper and Sebastian with a soft smile. The late afternoon sun reflected off the water's surface, providing a glimmering backdrop to Ominis’ slender figure as he stood in the shallow water in his undergarments. At the ethereal sight, Sebastian was struck with the familiar urge to embrace his lover once more.

“Why, hello there, fancy meeting the two of you here.” Ominis greeted coyly with a playful smile.

“Ominis!” Sebastian beamed, splashing through the shallow water, opening his arms wide and throwing himself towards the blond, who promptly sidestepped without the slightest change in expression.

“Wah!” Sebastian yelped as he fell forwards and face first into the lake. Flailing for a moment, Sebastian eventually got his hands under himself and pushed his head back up, over the surface of the water. He spluttered and coughed a few times, before turning around to sit in the knee-high water with a whine. “Omiiii, what'd you do that for?”

“You stink of blood, Sebastian.” Ominis tipped his chin up, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

“Pffffbbt.” Sebastian blew a breath through his lips sulkily.

“You can have a hug after you've cleaned off a tad.” Ominis waved a hand dismissively.

“Does that apply to me as well, love?” The Keeper chuckled as they strolled over, having tossed their clothing over a nearby tree branch while Sebastian was fussing.

“Of course.” Ominis raised an eyebrow warily as the Keeper approached, though he relaxed when they made no move to embrace him, instead merely leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek as they held their hands behind their back.

“Give me a moment then.” The Keeper grinned, taking a few steps to the side, and stooping beside Sebastian to splash the water on their arms, washing even the smallest traces of blood from their skin and hair.

With a sigh, Sebastian dunked his head back into the water, to actually wash himself this time. Grumbling to himself, he shook his shirt out in the water too before standing to remove the garment, hopping on one leg as he struggled to peel the wet fabric of his pants from his skin. Laughing, the Keeper reached out to steady Sebastian, gripping his shoulders firmly so he could focus on dragging the heavy cloth off without losing his balance.

“Thanks.” Sebastian flashed them a sheepish grin before splashing towards the bank, finding the tree that his lovers had hung their clothing upon and choosing a separate branch to lay his clothing out to dry.

As he did so, the Keeper took the opportunity to slip their arms around Ominis’ waist, enjoying the sound of his hisses as he spoke with the twin snakes, their eyes fogging over with lust at the sensual language. It took everything in their power to resist snacking on the tempting fair skin of his nape, resting their cheek against it instead. They didn't want him to smack them for distracting him... or maybe they did?

As the Keeper pondered this, Sebastian came over and peered into the cordoned off pool curiously, spotting a single small fish swimming on the other side of the pool, before asking absently. “How'd you get that fish in there?”

“Easily.” Ominis smiled wryly and leisurely flicked his wand off to the side without turning his head. “Accio.”

As Ominis did so, a large fish was plucked from the waters, seemingly without much effort on his part and brought to hover before him over his wand.

Sebastian's eyes were wide. “You never told me you were good at fishing.”

“You never asked.” Ominis shrugged, tossing the fish at Sebastian, who scrambled to catch the slippery thing and, naturally, failed. The fish dropped into the pool with the snakes with a plop.

“It's pretty impressive, we should spend some time at our beach, we can probably get a fairly sizable haul with your skill.” The Keeper purred, letting their lips brush against the shell of Ominis’ ear, and delighting in the goosebumps that raised on his skin.

Sebastian eyed the Keeper for a moment, before folding his arms and cocking an eyebrow. “Hey, quit hogging him, I'm still waiting for my hug.”

Flashing Sebastian a smirk, the Keeper swiped their tongue along Ominis’ nape and the blond promptly slapped them on the back of the arm that was wrapped around his waist, his ears red as he wiggled free.

“The two of you are unbelievable.” Ominis grumbled, the redness spreading down his neck when Sebastian took the opportunity to latch onto him.

“You promised I'd get a hug too.” Sebastian grinned broadly while the Keeper laughed merrily, as they took a seat beside the pool, reaching over the rocks to pet the twin snakes and smiling when the girls hissed contentedly.

Ominis sighed, slumping in defeat as Sebastian pressed his face against the blond's collar. “I swear, the two of you are so clingy.”

Sebastian pouted. “Come on Ominis, I haven't seen you all day.”

“You would have if you'd woken up earlier.” Ominis rolled his eyes, though that reminded him of his earlier thoughts. He paused for a moment before asking hesitantly. “I don't suppose there's anything I could help with around the castle?”

The Keeper blinked, that came out of nowhere. “Hm, right now we're waiting for the bricks to dry while we're running our tests...”

Ominis grimaced at the reminder of their experiments and Sebastian hummed thoughtfully, before perking up. “Oh hey, we haven't started preparing the Vivariums.”

“That's true, it should be simple enough to craft the small building and four entryways, then we can cast a few expansion charms and start preparing them for the beasts.” The Keeper nodded and now it was Ominis’ turn to look thoughtful.

“Well, I do know how to cast expansion charms, I can probably handle it with Tibsy's help, but I'm not entirely sure what the beasts might need.” Ominis frowned, absently stroking his fingers through Sebastian's hair, seemingly without noticing his own actions.

“I can't say I know much beyond the basics since Deek has done most of the caring for my beasts up to this point. Perhaps you can consult Poppy? She is extremely reliable when it comes to care of magical beasts.” The Keeper suggested.

Ominis’ fingers came to a stop upon Sebastian's head, a pinch of nervousness tightening in his chest, his voice was small as he spoke. “I- do you really think she'd welcome such a request from... me?”

The Keeper frowned at the self-deprecating doubt in his voice, standing and placing a hand on his cheek. “Ominis, you are no less than anyone else, love. In fact, you're quite wonderful and you can trust my judge of character. She will not hurt you.”

And if she did, not even Poppy would be exempt from my wrath. The Keeper's eyes narrowed.

Ominis smiled, covering their hand with his own and closing his eyes as they pressed a soft kiss against his lips, feeling safe within Sebastian's warm embrace and the Keeper's gentle reassurance.

He'd think of what to write tomorrow, for now he'd enjoy the moment and try not to think about the possibility of being rejected again when extending a hand to someone else when he was in need...

Notes:

I think the amount of teamwork that is needed for a two-headed creature that shares control, is more interesting than JK's Runespoors, where two heads are just tagging along for the ride and potentially even kill of one of the heads, but maybe that's just me xP

Also, Ominis is so done with his lovers constantly licking him like he's a lump of Ishgardian Rock Salt xP Maybe if he were a little less hygienic and thorough in cleaning himself they'd do so a little less, but ain't nothing gonna get Ominis to be anything less than pristine.

I feel like Ominis has a lot of internalised self-esteem and trust issues, so this arc will be touching on those and their roots a bit more substantially than Part Two. I think the main reason Ominis is so attached to Sebastian and Anne is because he got the Sallow twins before those fears and trust issues became solidified in Ominis' mind and he started putting up an act.

Similar to the way that Sebastian has neglected kid symptoms, Ominis has a lot of domestic abuse symptoms, naturally. In contrast to Sebastian who came to accept being mostly alone and be content with that, Ominis wants friends but he's had his real self rejected by his loved ones so many times, that he puts up a fake self. If the fake self is rejected, it doesn't hurt as much, but that also makes it impossible to get real connections. (Hey, that sounds like masking! Because most autists have trauma ha ha ha...)

While Sebastian and Anne's access to Ominis’ real self was partially luck, the Keeper's victory here, was seeing through the fake self that Ominis put up. Though to be honest, that's also partially luck with the timing of Hogwarts Legacy's events and the Keeper's relations with Sebastian xP

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #gender neutral mc #mc x sebastian sallow #mc x ominis gaunt #sebastian x ominis #sebastian x ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #fanfic #jazlr welcome to your life #jazlr #lgbtqia #nonbinary

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my-favourite-zhent · 2 years ago

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New Tricks

Well the votes are in and it seems to be overwhelmingly in the favour of chapter releases~

Current chapter is fairly tame but we will eventually hit that NC-17 rating. Fair warning this ending up to be much more plot heavy than I initially anticipated.

Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5

Status: Work In Progress Version: 1.01 Pairing: Rugan x AFAB!OC Rating: NC-17 (eventually, this chapter is fairly PG-13) Genre: Adventure/Romance Summary:

“Who the hells are you?” The elf turned to size up the duo. “Family from out of Baldur's Gate.” Rugan supplied. “Ah, Zarys' crew. She said you were halfway competent.” “Probably the closest thing to a compliment we’ll draw out of her.” Muttered Rugan.

Beware of an old man in a profession where men usually die young.

Being the Southern Deliveries Manager for the Baldur's Gates Zhentarim is not an easy job. Between mentoring new recruits, juggling vicious coworkers and whip-cracking bosses, bandits are the least of Rugan's troubles. An encounter with a charming stranger on the job serves to only complicate his life all the more.

Table of Contents

Read Here on AO3 or below the cut~

New Tricks - Chapter One

The run between Elturel and Baldur's Gate was a common one. Rugan must have done it a thousand times before, though rarely with the full Gate crew.

The reason for the entourage had become clearer upon collecting their package in Elturel. Zarys had brusquely informed the company that instead of returning to the Gate they'd now be turning north up the Trade Way. All the way north in fact, to the venerable Waterdeep.

Boareskyr Bridge was quiet this early in the morning. Their caravan had set out at dawn, when the bustle of its impromptu market would not start for another hour or two.

In the sky the Companion could still be seen hanging above distant Elturel, a second sun to light the way.

“No more protection from undead this far out.” Olly muttered somberly as he looked at the ever shrinking Companion.

“Ah take heart lad. Few skeletons ain't nothing to worry about. They don't even have the brains to outwit Brem; an easy task as ever there was.” Rugan gave one of his most charming smiles and Olly chuckled in response.

“S’ppose you're right.”

“Oy! Can hear you up here Rugan!” Brem shouted from the front of the caravan. This gave them both a laugh as they followed behind the wagon on horseback.

“Zarys,” Bellar began and Rugan felt in his gut that whatever came next would surely raise her ire. “last I checked we managed the Southern deliveries.”

“How astute of you Bellar.” Sarcasm dripped from Zarys’ clipped tones.

“So then why in the hells are we going to Waterdeep? Management realizes Waterdeep is north right?”

“It's a very special delivery, lady Urmbrusk herself. Even you should be able to understand that.”

Somewhere from the front of the caravan Rugan could hear Brem bark a laugh of his own. He could tell Bellar was straining not to bite something back.

It was no secret among the Zhents that the Urmbrusks were in their debt. Any work for the Urmbrusks was in reality a job tasked by upper management, perhaps even Zhentil Keep or Manshoon himself.

“Lad does have a point.” He chipped in before Bellar could. “Highly unusual request.”

“Northern team didn't have the men to spare,” Zarys continued, giving Rugan a pointed look. “besides they'll have a delivery to Baldur's Gate for our return trip. And weren't you the one that wanted a change of scenery, Rugan?”

“I was thinking more like Amn, follow along the coast. Some nice sea breeze.” Rugan lilted the last bit. “But I'll enjoy the sights here well enough.”

What he didn't like was not having a northern guide when none of the other crew had even done the route before.

‘Haven't done this route myself in nigh on ten years.’ He thought to himself, but it would do no good to voice those thoughts when Olly was still spooked. He met Zarys' eyes from where she sat in the back of the wagon and could tell she had gleaned his thoughts on the matter.

“Northern team has given their assurances that we shouldn't have much trouble.” She answered his unspoken thoughts.

‘Sure not much trouble, and Roah Moonglow is a templar of Torm.’ Another thought unspoken.

“Ah well then, nothing to worry about eh lads? Now how's about a song to make the work go faster.” He clapped Olly oh the back who only shook his head but smiled all the same.

“What about Dark Dark Wood?” Suggested Bellar cheekily.

“You want to sing that on the road?” Asked Rugan, utterly exasperated. The whole point was to raise spirits.

“Might scare off any bandits!”

“Nah, were doing a proper song, Red Roof Girls-”

“No.” Zarys vetoed, tone dark.

“Not a lick of fun, the lot of you.” Rugan sighed and shook his head in exaggerated fashion. He noticed that aside from Zarys the members of the company were all working to hide grins.

“Here, I know a better one then.”

Zarys had not heard Jonstan the Rover before, so Rugan had managed to get through a whole stanza before she forbade singing of any kind altogether.

The trip had been quiet after that but there wasn't a frown to be found. Unless you counted Zarys, and even hers seemed feigned to Rugan's trained eye. The old Zhent counted this a roaring success.

‘Now let's just try and survive the journey.’

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“Not much trouble.” Rugan muttered bitterly as he sat crouched behind the remnants of an overturned wagon.

They had been on the road three ten-day since the bridge and had already encountered several ghouls, two groups of bandits and now this.

He turned to Bellar who was squatting beside him. “Does this look like not much trouble to you?”

“Looks like a bloody Harper ambush.” Bellar spat.

“Aye, it's got that feel to it. Bandits wouldn't be so careless with their fire around the cargo.”

Olly slid over from his hiding place behind a rock, basket of fire flasks in hand. “This should do it.”

“Good thinking lad.” With a grunt of effort Rugan hurled a bottle over the wagon and heard it crash on the other side. He grinned in satisfaction when a chorus of screams followed. Bellar followed suit to similar effect.

“And just where in the hells is our mage?” Barked Rugan. “Shouldn't he be slinging spells right about now?”

“Archers got Sal first when it broke out, it's like they knew who to look for.” Supplied Olly helpfully.

“I bet I know who gave them that little tidbit.” Snorted Bellar, peeking through a small crack between the boards. “See that girl there? The one trying to stop her friend from bleeding out?”

“Aye,” Rugan was squinting but he could make her out. “looks a tad familiar.”

“That's because she's the one who was all over your cousin back at the inn in Elturel.”

“By the nine hells Brem.” He cursed. “Alright we need to kill her and burn the body before she can give up his loose tongue or Zarys will have his hide.”

Bellar scoffed. “He's your cousin not mine.”

“As usual I have to do everything myself around here.” Rugan muttered, grabbing another bottle.

A scream rang out before he could toss and he turned just in time to see Olly drop back into a crouch behind the wagon, bow in hand. “Killed her.” The boy preened.

Glancing back through the crack Rugan saw the blood spurting from the eye socket where Olly's arrow was buried.

“Good shot lad. I owe you a drink.” Rugan cheered with a hearty clap on the back.

“I suppose what you meant to say was: as usual, Olly does all your heavy lifting.” Bellar chuckled.

“Oh aye.” Rugan waved him off before continuing. “The trio of archers behind that log are the last of the ranged I think. We can approach without getting hit if we rush them with what remains of the wagon bottom.”

“You've got to be joking.”

“We're three strapping lads, we can manage. Let’s see you do some of the lifting for once Bellar.” Rugan grunted as he slipped his hands under the lip of the planks. Olly and Bellar followed suit.

“On three.”

As Rugan had predicted they managed to heft the broken remnants of the wagon’s floor and charge their quarry. The thick wooden planks caught the few whizzing arrows and they dropped it with great effort as they reached the rock. The run had winded them but at close quarters the archers had no hope against Rugan and Bellar's sword work. The first two were cut down in mere moments. One tried to make a run for it and Olly loosed an arrow into his back.

The battle was swiftly over after that. The rest of the Zhents quickly mopping up any stragglers and Rugan casually dropping a fire flask on the corpse of the spy.

“Oops, butter fingers.” He lied when one of the other Zhents gave him a questioning look.

“How's it looking Zarys?” He approached as she was giving orders to a pair of grunts.

“No casualties, I heard you actually did some good work for once.” Her arms crossed as she surveyed the battlefield.

“Sal?”

“Arrow pierced his lung, was uncertain for a spell there but Brem was able to get him a potion in time. How's the cargo?”

“One wagon was smashed by their caster, lost four crates of spirits. Urmbrusk case is secure however.”

“Suppose we should be thankful, management would skin our hides if we lost it.” She snorted derisively.

“But it's probably what attracts all this attention.” Rugan supplied her unspoken thought. Despite Zarys' outward hostility, the pair had known each other a long time and understood each other better than most.

“Well we're almost there so no point whinging about it now.” She turned to bark orders to the rest of the team. “Get to packing what you can on the remaining wagons, I want to make Waterdeep by nightfall. Anyone falls behind gets left behind!”

Rugan made his way back to the other two, both hastily loading what goods they could.

Olly glanced up at his approach. “Looks like Bellar was right.” He opened his hand to reveal a small pin that resembled a harp across a crescent moon.

“Not surprised.” Rugan exhaled. “Damned Harpers are always interfering in our business.”

“And,” Added Bellar. “I'm always right.”

“Be a good lad and give that to Zarys, Olly.” Rugan gestured in her direction with a tilt of his head.

“Right!” The boy trotted off without a second thought.

Rugan couldn't have asked for a better recruit than Olly and honestly dreaded the lad’s eventual advancement. Wouldn't be able to find a replacement lackey half as good if he scoured the whole Sword coast.

“Good lad.” Bellar commented about the retreating figure.

“Aye.” Rugan agreed.

“Too good, you're gonna have to beat that selflessness out of him sooner or later. It won't do him any good if he doesn't think to serve his own self-interest first and foremost.”

Rugan snorted. “You'd think he'd learn that by now just watching me.”

“Well, problem is you're not particularly successful. So it's probably not sticking.”

Rugan stared at Bellar, devoid of humour. “Get to packing, you.”

Working on a longer Rugan fic that the scope of which has kind of gotten a way from me. Posted the first chapter to AO3 but now second-guessing myself. On one hand I'd like to start releasing chapters for feedback/criticism as it helps me stay motivated as well as fixing issues (even though I don't exactly write them sequentially) but on the other I find myself going back and adjusting earlier plot points and scenes if I find things aren't working out in the later sections which could be confusing to a returning reader.

#rugan #bg3 rugan #rugan bg3 #bg3 fanfic #new tricks #bg3 fanfic: new tricks

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everysongineverykey · 3 years ago

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if you look on the bright side, technically this is the first full year we've had without a deltarune release since the last release

#TECHNICALLY. i know my logic is flawed. we are all going to ignore that in favor of this skewed and misleading statement💙#i am so so optimistic you guys. they're working on chapters 3 4 and 5 in parallel!#the end is in sight for some of the content in chapter 3! release next year maybe?? any month now!

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avatarmerida · 2 years ago

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Short little late night huntlow drabble about two losers who are also nerds

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“The briefing shouldn’t take too long. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Hunter assured, giving Willow one final hug before following Gus and heading to the airship. He blamed his late departure on him “forgetting” supplies, but his empty hands easily proved he wanted to fill them with nothing else but her.

“I know you will.” said Willow,her arms anchored tightly around his neck. She knew everyone was staring, she didn’t care. She had been through too much to risk another incomplete goodbye. She slowly released her hold on him to see him better and she knew he shared her sentiment, but as much as they wanted to there was little else they could do to prolong their farewell .”Take your time.” She said quietly as she stepped back so he could get going. He nodded and turned to leave for real this time.

As she watched him walk away, Willow’s heart felt as though it was overfilling. She took a deep breath as she let the contents pour out, summoning a bold voice for them to travel on before he got too far away. “‘Take the stars if you need to, I won’t want to see them anyway if I have to see them alone.’”

Hunter stopped in his tracks. With a look of disbelief he slowly turned back around to Willow, who offered him a shy smile.

“W-what did you say?”

“‘Even if you don’t take them, I won’t know the difference.’” She continued. “‘The brightest thing in my world will be missing so the sky would be dark regardless.”

Hunter hasped. “Are you quoting-?”

“Book 3, chapter 15.” Willow eagerly replied before he could finish the question.

“B-but how? I thought-.”

“I uh, read ahead so when you finished the series I could surprise you and we could talk about it right away.” she replied, tucking her hair behind her ear, slightly nervous for some reason.

“And you memorized Ivy’s goodbye to O’Bailey?” Hunter asked with a gulp, his voice light and shaky as he took a step closer to her. He looked at her with utter astonishment.

She nodded. “It was one of my favorite parts.” She said sweetly, taking a step to him. “Especially the next part.”

“Right,” Hunter whispered, his eyes locked on the wonderful plant witch, always full of wonderful surprises. It took a moment before he caught on, seeing her prompting him. he words came naturally to him for numerous reasons, helping him say what he could not compose himself as he brought forth a bold voice of his own as he walked closer to her. “Oh! Oh, yeah uh…’You would entrust me with the stars?’”

“‘I would entrust with my very heart, Chief O’Bailey,’” Willow responded with the next line.

“‘Oh, but you’ll need it, won’t you?’” Hunter went on in character. “‘Perhaps you can use mine since I’ll be leaving it here, as it belongs with you beneath the stars.”

“‘Knowing you are among them will be enough for me to keep them in my sights,” said Willow, taking another step so he was close enough to touch again. “‘The stars cover a wide range, they can keep our hearts connected,’”.

Hunter sighed and they reached the end of the chapter’s dialogue. “I can’t believe he just leaves after that though,” he said, almost upset. “Like… that was totally a confession, right? And he doesn’t realize it? I know I should go now but I always get mad at that part because clearly Ivy was waiting for him to-.”

“Oh she was, she definitely was.” Willow replied with utter confidence. “But I think he was just overwhelmed by everything and he didn’t realize it.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Said Hunter, who wanted nothing more than to talk about Cosmic Frontier with his favorite person and could not bring himself to leave. “But I can’t help but feel like he missed his chance. I only have one chapter left and they haven’t reunited yet and I really need to know if they-.”

“Well, I can tell you.” Willow offered with a twinkle in her eye. “If you want.”

“You know how I feel about spoilers,” Hunter said with a lopsided smile. “Ugh, I can’t wait to talk about this with you! I can’t believe I had no idea you were reading ahead this whole time!”

“Yeah, I uh stole the books while you were asleep,” Willow admitted, twirling her braid. “I knew they were important to you and you’re important to me, so…”

“What was your favorite part?” Hunter asked excitedly, taking her hands in his as he suppressed the desire to jump up and down with joy.

“Oh, uh, I don’t think you’ve gotten that far yet,” Willow smiled, her favorite part being right at the end, when they were reunited. “And I know how you feel about spoilers.”

“Fair enough.” Hunter said with a fond sigh. “When things calm down, I wanna hear all your theories! What do you think about Ivy and O’Bailey? Did you like the ending? Wait wait, don’t tell me! I don’t wanna know what happens!”

Willow giggled. “Fine I won’t tell you what happens,” she said as she leaned forward and rose to her tiptoes, placing one hand on Hunter’s shoulder for balance as she gently placed her lips the one the side of his face right by the corner of his mouth. She lingered there a moment, and heard him sharply inhale to hold his breath. She smiled as she hovered by his ear to whisper. “But I did really like the ending.”

He squeaked as she returned to her place in front of him and gave him her signature wink which sent a chill up his spine. “Was that-? Does that mean-? A-are you-?” Hunter wasn’t sure what question to ask, his face a mixture of stun and delight. It was a farewell Willow was satisfied with, knowing he had extra determination to return safely. He needed to find out exactly how much she was quoting.

“We can talk about your theories when you get back.”

#huntlow #winter toh #huntlow fanfiction #toh #willow park #hunter toh #the owl house #nerds and losers

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Time for some BL/Danmei novel recs!

You guys have probably (maybe) seen my novels list here - [X] - but it’s more for my own tracking than anything else, so here’s a brief list (I’ll probably do full ones of the ones I really love in another post, probably on Minmo).

The ones elaborated on below with the asterisks are the novels I’ve actually finished reading.

*since everyone more or less knows MXTX’s works - TGCF, MDZS and SVSSS, I’ll skip those!

1. SCI 迷案集 | SCI Mystery Series by 耳雅*

Summary: Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao are childhood friends and rivals that end up working together under the newly established SCI unit as co-leads, with Bai Yutang providing the brawn as Captain and Zhan Zhao the brains as Vice Captain and the team’s resident genius psychologist. They solve cases together and slowly unravel a wider conspiracy that involves their parents’ generation and beyond. At the same time they also realize that they’re meant for each other!

Other CPs: Bai Jintang (Bai Yutang’s older brother) & the medical examiner, Gongsun Ce, Bai Chi (Bai Yutang’s younger cousin) & magician Zhao Zhen, and at least three other gay pairings, one of which is considered another main couple of sorts from Vol. 2 onwards

Status: Incomplete (Began in 2010, author is still going on strong with one chapter every one or two months, we’re halfway through Vol. 5 right now and it’s been 10 years ;-; Love that the author is going on strong!! Everyone on JJWXC are like “please author it’s okay if you go slow as long as you keep going we’re here for you” and jfc I understand the fear of this not completing, also when will Vol. 5 be completed and printed?!! I need to complete the collection)

Translations: Unfortunately, only the first volume has been translated well so far on novel updates. The one on Wattpad seems to have caught up, but I would not recommend that one.

Drama/Live-Action: Season 1 was filmed and released in 2018 under the same name with slightly changed names for the characters. Season 2 was supposed to start filming this month but... oh well. First season basically covered Vol. 1 novel from start to end.

*I love this one only because it was my very first danmei and so it’ll forever have a special place in my heart, and also because it’s still ongoing so ya know, I relive how much I love this every month

2. 成化十四年 | Cheng Hua’s Fourteenth Year (The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty) by 梦溪石*

Summary: Tang Fan, a prefectural judge, and Sui Zhou, a high ranking officer in the Embroidered Uniform Guards, meet while trying to solve a murder case. Both of them end up partnering very well together, Sui Zhou ends up inviting Tang Fan to live with him, and the rest is history. Through their days living together and solving cases + a larger conspiracy involving the royal palace, they fall in love. Adding to this mix is also Wang Zhi, a powerful, young eunuch who befriends the pair, and the three of them basically help the crown prince to overcome challenges and his enemies to become the next Emperor

Other CPs: None XD

Status: Complete!

Translations: Ongoing on several websites. I’m only translating relationship highlights, but here’s an introduction post I did for it, if you guys would like somewhere to start without getting too invested - [X]

Drama/Live-Action: The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty was released earlier this year, directed by Jackie Chan and starring Darren Chen and Paul Fu, but cases are a little different and there are new characters in the show that weren’t from the novel etc.

3. 杀破狼 | Shapolang by Priest*

Summary: Set in a steampunk universe where flying boats named ‘kites’ and flying armour exist. Young teenager Chang Geng lives with his mother and stepfather - the former abuses him and the latter neglects him, and the only person that he cares about (and cares about him) is Shen Shiliu, his (very young) godfather. He realizes his identity as a royal prince when the Man tribe invades his city and Shen Shiliu, whose real name is Gu Yun, turns out to be an army general whose duty was to protect Chang Geng in secret (among other things).

Chang Geng has been critically poisoned by his mother (who’s not actually his birth mother, if I recall she’s an aunt) which leads to him getting terrible dreams frequently with the end result of him being driven into insanity, while Gu Yun is half blind, half deaf due to poisoning + injury when he was much younger, and he can only regain his hearing and sight fully when he takes a medicine that is slowly losing its effectiveness with every dosage he has.

The both of them navigate learning about each other again, falling in love a few years later when Chang Geng is all grown up and also unravel conspiracies and fight bad guys (both external threats and internal as in the current Emperor and other parties) XD

*Note: The age old debate is that Gu Yun ‘preyed’ on and also ‘groomed’ Chang Geng, but I disagree and stand by the fact that Gu Yun was 90% of the time not around while Chang Geng grew from a teenager to a young adult as he was fighting wars elsewhere, while Chang Geng refused to stay at the Gu manor and insisted on running around, travelling on his own and seeing the world for a few years before they met again. And it was Chang Geng who’d always loved Gu Yun and devoted himself to caring about him, making advances on him etc. when he became an adult

Other CPs: Shen Yi (Gu Yun’s second-in-command) & Chen Qingxu (a renowned physician who ends up healing both Chang Geng and Gu Yun of their ailments)

Status: Complete!

Translations: Fully translated the last I heard, it’s up there in the list of holy grail BL/danmei novels, so I’m sure it’s done hahaha.

Drama/Live-Action: Filming in progress!

*This is up there in the hall of fame for danmei novels for more than just the amazing content and writing - It’s also famous for being one of the most complex novels ever. I don’t know how the translations team did it because DAMN it was complex and I read all my novels in Chinese without much issues but I was honestly STRUGGLING WITH this one and I went through some existential crisis while reading because I was like ‘did I ever learn Chinese, am I even Chinese’ XD

4. 默读 | Silent Reading by Priest*

Summary: Luo Wenzhou, a police captain, and his team including best friend and partner Tao Ran, face a few challenging cases that end up being small parts of a larger conspiracy, and end up having to consult with Fei Du, a flamboyant, charming and flirty, young and rich CEO, who Luo Wenzhou describes as someone who is an expert at ‘crimes’. Not deduction, not solving crimes, but someone who is familiar with how the murderer or culprits would commit crimes. Both Luo Wenzhou and Tao Ran know Fei Du well, because they first met when Fei Du was in high school, when he called the police because his mother had hanged herself in the house, and since then Tao Ran and Luo Wenzhou look out for him, spending holidays with him, giving him presents here and there. Luo Wenzhou and Fei Du overcome their misunderstandings of each other and fall in love while solving all the cases and the larger conspiracy behind it.

Other CPs: Tao Ran and someone he knew first from his school days or was a neighbour when he was younger, I can’t remember, but they meet again at a blind date and end up living in the same building on different floors XD

Status: Complete!

Translations: Complete!! There’s a huge post floating around on Tumblr with all the links (I can’t find it right now) and on Twitter you can also find the collated, epub versions etc.

Drama/Live-Action: Rights for a live-action was signed, no casting confirmation or set dates yet

5. 犯罪心理 | Criminal Psychology by 长洱*

Summary: Police captain Xing Conglian drags psychologist Lin Chen out of seclusion/hiding to solve a case that is indirectly tied to him. Lin Chen was involved in a case a few years ago that led to four deaths - these four victims were the sons/daughters of four of the five huge old-money (super rich) families in the country and these family members sought to make Lin Chen’s life very difficult for him afterwards by making him lose all the jobs he can find, by surveilling his every move and ensuring that he’s not happy etc. Because of that, he backed out of the police force as well and quietly lived as a school dorm administrator, which is where Xing Conglian finds him a few years later. Lin Chen fakes his death after the first case (not deliberately but kind of a by-the-way thing), but as fate would have it, he ends up meeting Xing Conglian on another case, and he decides that he’ll move in with him and also involve himself again, consequences be damned, and they fall in love!

Other CPs: None XD

Status: Complete!

Translations: I think it’s not complete yet.

Drama/Live-Action: None that I know of.

6. 死亡万花筒 | Kaleidoscope of Death by 西子绪* (MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE)

Summary: Supernatural setting where people who are about to die get a second chance to live. These individuals are either in the midst of a dangerous situation (for e.g. a shootout or a deadly mugging incident) or are about to get into accidents (for e.g. an entire bus going off a bridge or a chandelier dropping from above and crushing the person underneath) or are ill (recently diagnosed with cancer or are terminally ill with a condition for e.g.) - The list is endless, and in the situation between life and death, 12 doors will appear before them.

It is said that once these individuals finish all 12 doors, they will truly get a second chance at life and survive whatever cause of death they were imminently facing.

Each door represents a creepy, supernatural mystery, and Lin Qiushi finds himself in a strange place after opening a door when he was trying to enter his apartment one day. He meets Ruan Baijie, a beautiful, tall woman who he happens to meet, and they realize that in this strange world, he and other individuals who came through the door have to complete a given task, find a key and an exit door, and make it out alive. The others in the team (some of which have already gone through several doors) explain to Lin Qiushi, who is a first-timer, what the doors are about.

The catch is, if they die inside the door, in the real world, they’ll die immediately, by accident, throwing themselves off a building, or just throwing up blood until they die (just to name a few)

On the first night, however, three people are slaughtered and eaten by a long-haired ghost/creature. The good news is, Ruan Baijie isn’t all that she seems to be (for one, she’s not exactly a woman) and she takes a liking to Lin Qiushi immediately.

Other CPs: None XD

Status: Complete!

Translations: I think it’s not complete yet!

Drama/Live-Action: None that I know of, but honestly, this novel would be fricking EPIC as a live-action, and really creepy, but this is my all-time favourite novel, I kid you not!!!!

*I’m definitely doing a longer and more detailed to-read for KOD on my translation account, gosh you guys have no idea how much I love this.

7. 当年万里觅封侯 | Those Years in Quest of Honor Mine by 漫漫何其多

Summary: Yu She and Gu Wan were close friends for a short period of time when they were younger, but unfortunately their identities and positions meant that they were opponents. Yu She’s family was for the Second Prince and Gu Wan was taken in by the Sixth Prince’s family, but in the end it was the Second Prince who ended up getting to the throne, while the Sixth Prince was accused of treason and died somewhere far away at war after being captured. Gu Wan’s only wish was to keep the Fifth Prince’s children - Xuan Rui and a pair of twins, Xuan Yu and Xuan Congxin safe, and so he moves them to another province and asks the Emperor (the Second Prince) to demote Xuan Rui’s status to prove that they are no threat to the Emperor, if only to stay alive for another day.

However, their days of hardship have only just begun, and Gu Wan decides to namedrop Yu She, whose family is so powerful now, and claims that Yu She loves him and that he was wooing Gu Wan back in the days they knew each other so that officials and others would treat the children under his care better. A few years pass and Yu She doesn’t expose Gu Wan. Gu Wan thinks they can go on like this forever, until the Emperor asks Xuan Rui and the twins to head back to the palace for a visit.

Gu Wan meets Yu She again, but the boy he knew, who was gentle, a stickler for rules and a proper, well-mannered person, has changed almost completely. Cue palace conspiracies again, brothers fighting for the throne, scheming consorts etc. XD

Other CPs: None XD

Status: Complete!

Translations: I think it’s not complete yet but I’m not super sure on this

Drama/Live-Action: None that I know of!

*They came out with a new reprint edition three days ago and it’s gorgeous! And comes with amazing freebies, and I am a sucker and read it on the day of the printed novel release because I saw the art and loved it, wanted to see if the story was any good, and damn after chapter 2 I WAS GONE and then I checked out two copies from different stores for the two different sets of freebies

A list of those I haven’t read but I see are highly raved about:

1. 二哈和他的白猫师尊 | The Husky & His White Cat Shizun by Meatbun

- I’ve already been spoiled and I know what goes on mostly, and there are a lot of warnings for a reason, but I’m still a fan, and let’s not get into the debate on the content, I know I have to read this but the angst level is apparently ridiculous, so I need like some mental preparation before I sit down for it.

2. 千秋 | A Thousand Autumns by 梦溪石

3. 烈火浇愁 | Lie Huo Jiao Chou by Priest

4. 将进酒 | Qiang Jing Jiu by 唐酒卿

- A really good group of translators picked this up initially on Twitter, but then assholes were complaining that they were being too slow and insisting that machine translation (MTL) did an equally good and faster job, so the OG dropped it, and then another nice team picked it up, but MTL team is still being an asshole XD I’ve heard really good things about this one, it’s apparently quite complex as well, I’d liken it to Shapolang level? But it might be even more complex (with a lot of politics and stuff), so much so that apparently the printed novel comes with a relationship/character chart so readers are at any point in time clear on the characters which is like amazing XD

#danmei #bl novels #novel recs #sci谜案集 #kaleidoscope of death #silent reading #shapolang #犯罪心理 #成化十四年 #the sleuth of ming dynasty #2ha #priest #梦溪石 #meatbun #西子绪 #耳雅 #长洱

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shinydelirium · 4 years ago

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MLQC Season 2 Chapter 22- Towards the Sea of Stars (Kiro) Final Part [Mysterious Meteor] & [Unexpected Encounter] Translation [CN]

***SPOILERS*** THIS POST CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS FOR CONTENT NOT YET RELEASED ON EN SERVER!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!***

For previous translations of Kiro Season 2 Chapter 22: Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5

[Mysterious Meteor]

The desolate dead leaves swayed wildly in the cold wind outside the window and the office heater made people drowsy.

I was sitting in front of the computer holding a coffee cup, working on the follow-up work of Kiro’s concert.

Although the concert ended successfully, the topic of Evol continues to fester.

Such discussions seem to be endless, hiding under the calm, but silently waiting for the right moment to be ignited.

As for the thing in the center of the whirlpool, I still have no way of knowing its whereabouts.

Almost subconsciously, Kiro’s question popped up in my mind.

Kiro: When you find CORE, have you thought about what to do with it?

I have never wavered in my answer.

I want to find the world from before. I need the power of CORE. But like he said, I don’t know what to do once I obtain this power.

I rubbed my eyes in annoyance and then clicked on the webpage—

“Can Evol be artificial?”

“Will Evol be the next man-made weapon?”

These controversial topics are placed in front of the public. Some people are confused, worried, or agitated, but they are more afraid of the unknown.

MC: “Can Evol be achieved in all people within five years?”…

MC: What’s this all about…!

After thinking about it, I clicked on the chat box and sent a text message. In the next second, my phone vibrated twice.

Kiro: “Reporting in, Boss! According to your instructions, I stayed home obediently and didn’t run around.”

MC: “That’s great! After all, the current situation is special. Although the breaking news has been suppressed, still keep a low profile.”

MC: “If you need anything, please tell me and Savin at any time. I’ll also ask Savin to send more security forces near your home.”

I subconsciously typed the words “your ears” in the dialogue box and then deleted them after thinking about it.

The prompt “the other party is typing” appeared and I couldn’t help but smile when I looked at the sentence that popped up on the screen.

Kiro: “I have recently started to do hearing-related closed therapy and I am a very professional medical expert.”

Kiro: “I am full of confidence in this treatment, so don’t worry, MC.”

MC: “Then if anything happens, you must notify me as soon as possible!”

Kiro sent out a little bear emoji with an “OK” gesture. I can imagine him winking one eye.

I put down the phone. The anxiety in my heart has not completely disappeared.

It has not been revealed who broke the news about Kiro’s experiment but it is clear that the other person has some explicit information.

But why now of all times?

I faintly feel that these invisible hands in the dark are not just trying to intensify the contradictions about Evol , but create an even more terrifying conspiracy.

I sent a message to Zehn to continue the investigate. Then I got up and walked out of the office. As soon as I stepped out, I saw Kiki and the others discussing something.

Kiki: Don’t you think it’s beautiful?! Such a rare sight!

Willow: But experts said that it’s impossible to predict where the meteor came from. I always thought it was a bit mysterious…

Minor: Maybe it’s an ordinary astronomical phenomenon. Wait for the next news to see if you two are still fussing.

MC: What are you guys talking about?

Kiki: Boss, have you seen the news? Many people saw shooting stars last night! We’re enjoying the scene, come watch this video!

MC: …Meteor?

An inexplicable sense of apprehension settled in my heart. I stepped forward subconsciously and looked at Kiki’s mobile phone screen—

The bright arcs sail through the air in slow motion, silently releasing gorgeous light.

Just like the doomsday scene during that time.

[Unexpected Encounter]

I walked in the dim corridor of B.S., feeling my temples pounding wildly. My whole body felt cold.

A lot of questions pushed themselves into my mind and I couldn’t breathe.

Why did meteors suddenly appear in the sky? Will this world usher in the end again?

I dare not think further, trying to comfort myself. Maybe it’s just an ordinary astronomical phenomenon and it doesn’t mean anything.

Even if the meteor appearing without warning really means the same end as the past, then I still have time to do what I should—

I must find CORE.

If the previous QUEEN gene can save the world from destruction, then in this world, CORE should be able to do the same.

I must find out more information and trends of CORE.

I stopped in front of a dark door, raised my hand, and pushed the door open.

In the dimly lit room, a man had his legs on the table. Half his face was covered with faint light.

He followed the sound to look at me, shook his legs, and greeted me.

??: Well, if it isn’t Miss Nox. Didn’t you always disliked having to deal with me?

??: Seeing me now all of a sudden, did something happen?

His voice was full of sarcasm but I ignored his deliberate taunting and got directly to the point.

MC: Anole, I want to ask you for a favor. ***ANOLE!!?!? I’ve been wondering if he was going to make an appearance in season 2. Am I gonna see Hephaistos too!?!?***

The man slowly withdrew his legs and sat up straight, revealing an immature face in the shadows.

This is the first time I have seen this person in this world. Although his presence in B.S. is not low, I still have no good feelings about him and I have never actively contacted him.

***Was it Anole who leaked the news about Kiro’s experiment?***

I take out a photo from my bag, which is a photo of a custodian.

MC: I want you to make me like her.

MC: I have seen your files. Your Evol can not only “disguise” yourself, but also act on other people.

The boy’s cold expression changed as though he had heard something funny.

Anole: I can do it, but why should I help you?

I held his eyes with a blank expression and said in a firm voice.

MC: According to the terms I offered.

-End of Chapter 22-

#mlqc #spoilers #mlqc spoilers #kiro #mlqc kiro #kiro spoilers #translations #mlqc translations #mlqc season 2 #mlqc season 2 translations #kiro translations

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your-brilliant-lady-m · 4 years ago

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Part 5 - Basic Concepts of Miraculous Ladybug: Guardians

Helloooo! Did you think I was done? No!

My PhD thesis chapters were approved last week, so have some celebratory meta. I haven't seen the latest Season 4 episodes, so do forgive me for not being up to date.

Welcome to the next part of my analysis of the basic concepts of Miraculous Ladybug. Today we are talking about Master Fu, Order of the Guardians and how little everything here makes sense. I highly recommend reading previous parts to fully understand this one, but I'll try to quote most parts of earlier posts.

Order of the Guardians

Order is an international and ancient organisation (New York Special showed us the guardian from North America and he was dressed like Su Han). Presumably, Miraculous jewels were created by these people. Guardians are responsible for the preservation of jewels and knowledge about them. They also distribute Miraculouses to worthy people around the world to combat mostly magical threats, but sometimes jewels are used against normal threats too. It's implied that Master Fu used Miraculouses during WW2 when he was in Paris. Perhaps he performed some spywork with Marianne, but the magical nature of his interferences was discovered and he was forced to flee, before returning to France many decades later.

Why does the Order need so many people to take care of a 3 Miracle Boxes? If its only purpose is to preserve knowledge, keep magical secrets and distribute Miraculous jewels then wouldn't it be more logical to have Master-Apprentice system? It's much easier to keep magic knowledge a secret and train a few people in martial arts than doing the same in the self-sufficient temple full of people, keeping in mind that a good part of them are teenagers and children, who are bad at keeping secrets. Also a single person can travel around the world much easier to give out Miraculouses. Imagine that we have a few active guardians traveling the world with Boxes. What do other people at the temple do in the meantime? They teach the next generation about the powers of each Miraculous and Mirakung Fu, but besides that?

Master-Apprentice system gives us more personal conflict between Fu and his mentor and makes his relationship with Marinette and Adrien more nuanced. In this scenario Fu accidentally caused the death of his Master at 14 because he wasn't careful. It makes sense for him to take on only 1 or 2 students if this is how things were done with Miraculous Guardians. This Wang Fu is very cautious and protective, he spent the majority of his life afraid of hurting someone else and never took an apprentice as a result. But now he is ready to try again, since he is not getting any younger and he likes these 2 kids. He wants them to succeed. Maybe Master Fu, becomes the father figure for Adrien in this situation and a guide for Marinette. Just think about it. This way writers avoid the need to develop all these extra characters (Su Han) and traditions related to the Order. All inconsistencies I mentioned before and later in this post are gone now! Hell, even memory loss and the changing of the Miracle Box shape could make more sense. We also raise the stakes post-amnesia, if it happens of course (the whole Season 3 finale didn't make sense, so stay tuned for my next meta). Marinette and Adrien are on their own now, there's no one who can give them answers. It's very fun scenario, which has potential to be brilliant. Any thoughts on that?

The existence of Order of the Guardians is not quite a secret, at least it wasn't in XIX century China. Master Fu in "Feast" says that guardianship was considered "a great honor". It implies that people who lived close to the temple of the Order knew about Miraculouses and what exactly guardians did for the greater good.

The existence of other Miracle Boxes around the world makes sense from a real-life perspective. Writers have the ability to create many stories set in the same universe and use them for merchandise and an almost unlimited amount of content. Judging by the unholy amount of specials in production, this is exactly what the creators are going to do. It probably won't go down well, but who knows?

However, it doesn't work in our main story. The main conflict is Paris-centred. Gabriel's motivations revolve around Emilie's resurrection and Season 4 gives us more reasons to suspect that Adrien's mom wasn't as wonderful as everyone says. Hawkmoth still remains the main villain of the show and most likely it's going to stay that way. There's no point in moving the main story to different places for the sake of introducing more Miracle Boxes from around the world. Ladybug and Chat Noir aren't needed to fight something halfway across the world unless Hawkmoth also changes locations.

LB and CN are centrepieces of this franchise. They brought success and money to ZAG. Creators constantly need to remind the audience that this new piece of media with new characters who will never be mentioned again is connected to Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir. Writers have to come up with reasons to include our heroic duo into the story even if makes no sense.

New York Special had to introduce American Heroes whose names rarely come up in the fandom because people stopped caring about them or their stories shortly after the release of the Special. I barely saw any content dedicated to them. In order to bring LB and CN into the story, you have to include Hawkmoth too. Gabriel suddenly needs to get his hands on the Eagle Miraculous and goes to USA. Marinette and Adrien suddenly have a class trip to New York. Unfortunately, their presence in this story is required only to expand the world of Miraculous and attract fans of the show, so that they could keep an eye on new content related to newly introduced characters.

In the end, it's not their story. Events of the special don't affect main story of the show and the development of the love square is merely an illusion, because Adrien and Marinette are no closer than before. In season 4 LB and CN are growing apart and their test of trust in NY Special doesn't matter. Perhaps, some people don't see it that way and it's their right, but I find it hard to see NYS as a valid contribution to canon. I mean, even people in large portion of the fandom state in the tags on AO3 that "specials are not canon", "specials didn't happen" or "ignores both specials". It speaks volumes about continuity and preferences of your fandom.

Shanghai Special didn't give us more information about the Order, which is located in China, history of Miraculous jewels. We still don't know much about how Gabriel and Emilie found Peacock and Butterfly. Maybe, Marinette's family had connections to Miraculous jewels. Maybe, Adrien does some snooping and discovers research his parents made while Gabriel is away. All of these are relevant to the main story. However, we got something much different in the end.

Marinette chases Adrien across the globe and they make new friends. Fey becomes Ladydragon and now has a direct contact with Marinette through her uncle. Gabriel's desire to get his hands on the Prodigious comes out of nowhere. Apparently, he had been planning this trip for years, presumably even before Adrien was born. It probably happened at the same time as Agrestes found 2 Miraculouses. He bought bracelet-key (which is also a Miraculous apparently, but its Kwami is a Guardian of the Prodigious and they existed separately for a very long time - and let us not dwell on this mess) from some shady mafia boss, who can easily find out just who Gabriel really is (fashion designer billionaire) and use this information to blackmail him. This Special didn't answer important questions, but it gave us a new superhero character.

The real question is whether Miraculous as a project will survive long enough for writers to create content for every minor character they introduced in all specials. This is only a beginning after all.

Miraculous is not a global show and it can't be globalised in a way that makes sense, at least with Ladybug and Chat Noir in the centre of action. Case closed.

Mirakung Fu

I liked the idea of Mirakung Fu introduced in "Furious Fu". It makes sense and things rarely do in this show. Miraculous grants its holder superhuman strength, stamina, endurance and ability to fight. This means that essentially transformed heroes are guided by magic in combat. There's nothing personal in the way Miraculous holders fight. You can predict their moves and learn how to fight this magic guidance, which is what Su Han does.

However, if the holder has any special training, skills or knows any martial art in their civilian life then they become more dangerous opponents during transformation because now their fighting is a mix of magical moves and their personal knowledge, tricks and style. Therefore, Adrien and Kagami as skilful fencers have more chances of winning against someone who knows Mirakung Fu than Marinette, for example.

Memory loss

At the end of season 3, we find out several things:

apparently, now Miracle Box can change appearance to suit its guardian;

when Guardian passes down the Miracle Box to someone else, they lose memories not only about everything related to Miraculous, but also about pretty much everything in their life (Fu doesn't recognise Marianne, instead he experiences the love at first sight)

Master Fu trains Marinette to be the proper holder and next Guardian off-screen. He says that her training as the holder is complete in "Feast" and wants her to become the next Guardian. Fu told her lots of things, and yet, he never mentioned the fact that he would lose his memory after relinquishing the box, nor the fact that Marinette would lose her memory afterwards. She finds out about this from Wayzz after the battle with Miracle Queen and the letter that Master Fu gave her. That's not proper training! How on Earth do you forget to mention this memory loss? How?

Master Fu's amnesia is a convenient plot device that removes him from the narrative almost completely. That's mostly all there is to it. Why? Because it doesn't make sense.

Fu was around 7 or 8 when he started his training. The disaster at the temple happened when he was 14. He stated that his training was never complete, which means that he never passed any magical ritual, never swore an oath or was bound by some kind of spell that made him subjected to the rule of memory loss.

Miracle Boxes belonged to the order, not Fu. Their design reflected their country of origin because these Miraculous were made and kept in China. They were just standing there on the shelves not magically bound to anyone in particular. When Feast attacked, monks just tossed Wang Fu the miracle box and grimoire. No one at the temple lost their memory after Fu took the box with him (Su Han is the proof). Su Han not only remembers Fu and his mistake but everything that happened that fateful day as well. In "Furious Fu" Marinette explains Su Han that Master Fu lost his memory in the very first conversation they have. However, after Ladybug and Chat Noir fight Su Han on the roof and escape with the Miracle Box, the latter searches for Fu and attempts to take his staff from him. In this scene, Su Han acts like Fu knows very well what is going on and who he is.

Su Han should be aware of the memory loss rule as the Celestial Guardian. He remarks on the different shape of the Mother Miracle Box and calls her "incorrect", which means that Su Han should have been able to easily tell that previous Guardian lost his memory and the Miracle Box is now bound to someone else. But he doesn't say anything. Moreover, since Su Han is supposed to know about amnesia, he seemed awfully chill about forcing this 14-year-old girl in front of him to give up the box and her memories. Hell, Chat Noir wasn't on board with this. But we get zero reaction from Su Han.

During the first conversation between Marinette and Su Han, he doesn't ignore what she is trying to say, instead he actively comments on every word. Even if Su Han didn't listen when Marinette told him about Fu's memory loss, than he still should be able to understand that Fu doesn't recognise him, because of common sense and the "incorrect" shape of the box. But nothing of the sort happens. Because writers apparently forgot that "memory loss" is supposed to be known to everyone in the Order. On-screen it looks like Su Han is not aware of the "amnesia rule".

"Furious Fu" makes the concept of memory loss a plothole no matter how you look at it. Just like "Timetagger" and "Chat Blanc", as well as "Kwamibuster" this episode is not consistent within itself. It does not surprise me, however.

Grimoire and Guardian Staffs

Let's talk about the Miraculous Grimoire. Good things first.

There are no illustrations of Miraculouses in camouflage. Kwami can't read its contents, only guardians can. Certain elements are written in riddles as an additional precaution. The book contains only the information people have learned so far, which means that Miraculouses have more unexplored potential ("Mr. Pigeon 72"). It describes powers of each Miraculous, provides information about weapons, has instructions for potions that don't make sense (see previous parts).

Unfortunately, everything is about to go downhill from here.

Guardians are taught how to read the writing in this book. They can read it just like people learn to read texts in a different language. This means that one can read Grimoire like any other book (you don't need to consult some guide to decode each letter or word). Master Fu proclaimed Marinette an almost fully trained Guardian. He should have taught her how to read the Grimoire then (he doesn't know the code very well, but he knew enough to understand the general meaning and content of the book according to "Collector"). He didn't. We don't know why. He shows her powers of every Miraculous but doesn't teach her the code.

Master Fu knows that Grimoire now belongs to Gabriel Agreste. He knows that it's dangerous for someone else to have it. If they knew how to read the Grimoire, they could discover all secrets of Miraculouses and harm Ladybug, Chat Noir and other heroes. It's very important to keep the information about the code top secret because Fu is not the only one with the source material.

What does he do then? Master Fu proceeds to write a French translation of Grimoire for Marinette, a translation that he doesn't even need. He carries it with him at all times on a tablet (without any precautions) just like the Miracle box after "Feast". Naturally, it means that in "Miracle Queen", Gabriel and Nathalie easily managed to get their hands on the tablet and Miracle Box. It allows the plot to happen, sure. But it doesn't make any sense.

"Furious Fu" created another curious plot hole. It will probably be ignored, of course. Su Han has a staff with a magical compass that allows him to find any Miracle box, but not the Miraculous jewels for some reason. How does the staff work? Can it locate the box without the Miraculous? If yes, then it seems useless. What's the point in the ability to locate an empty box? If it can locate the box only with the Miraculous jewels inside, it implies that the staff can track the location of every Miraculous too. So, Su Han could just locate the Butterfly and Peacock without any problem. But he talks about reassigning Ladybug and Black Cat to adults and defeating Hawkmoth like locating the Butterfly is not possible. This situation makes the Guardian Staff a simple plot device that creates plot holes and its only purpose is to explain how Su Han found Marinette.

Also, I have a few more words to say about this. Master Fu had a Guardian Staff that was never mentioned before. I wonder why? That's because the staff didn't exist before "Furious Fu" was written. Writers just went: "Do you know what would be cool? If Fu's cane was really a secret Guardian Staff with a compass all along that he decided to keep even after he lost his memory? It would make people wonder whether Master Fu is faking amnesia, and everyone will definitely call him an awful mentor after this even though we kind of tried to make him a good and responsible person."

Fu didn't give it to Marinette and didn't mention it to her. Why? When he gave up his memory, he should have written about this in his letter at least. Why did he decide to keep it? He can't use it anyway now.

Please note how in the flashbacks Fu didn't take any staff with him when he escaped the temple. Su Han seemed to know how Fu's staff looked like. It means that Master Fu didn't make this staff himself, because it belonged to the Order.

Su Han wasn't even surprised that Marinette didn't have the staff as the current Guardian. Was she not supposed to have it? He never questioned the fact that the former Guardian without memories has the staff. Su Han actually returns this staff to Fu after he is deakumatized and Fu acts like they have never met before. Why did Su Han gave the staff back when he knows what it is and to whom it should belong (to him or to Marinette as the current Guardian)? The staff is useless in the hands of the civilian. Does Marianne know about its secret? We'll probably never find out, unfortunately.

Guardian Staff of Master Fu has a compass too and therefore this also makes it a plot device, just like Su Han's staff.

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lethargicsunlight · 4 years ago

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'Demon': Prologue ♡ BakugouXFem!Reader (Book 1)

Alright I'm doing it.

I'm doing the thing.

It literally keeps me awake at night I gotta write thisss *cough* okay

Originally I was only going to post this unto Wattpad, but getting traction on their website is a little more difficult than good ole' Tumblr, so I'll be posting it on both. Feel free to visit my Wattpad here: LINK if you want to support my writing on that end. (I would so appreciate it)

This post is going to run pretty long, as it will host both the prologue of the story and my author's notes. Just a heads up.

Summery:

A slow-burn action/romance where you begin in the bowels of a Villain base and rise up to join U.A.'s top Hero Class. This life was your choice. In the event of learning then losing the love of a friend, you make a decision that changes your reality at the core--to become an imposter among villains and bring them down from the inside out. The organization that ruined your premature perfect life was known as H.H., after their leader Head-Honcho. His crime of choice: intelligence. Training and conducting espionage agents and assassins across Japan as a means to further the dark underground network. Your training began at thirteen, after managing to impress the multi-faced villain with your stealth and your conviction. Rumors would soon spread through the dark alleys of Naruhata City of a masked assassin known as Demon, whose bare face could steal the souls of her targets. Everything appears to be going to plan; but the Hero Agencies you've been slipping information to are calling for an end to your superior sooner than you had anticipated. Your time as 'Demon' is limited. What will happen when your world comes crashing down? Where will you go, when everything you had known you helped to destroy?

AUTHOR'S NOTES

This is a slow burn fan-fic; and I am not italicizing those words without reason. This is going to be an agonizingly slow action-packed adventure-romance. This is a self-insert story, just like my three-part series 'Some Combat Training' (link) where you as the protagonist will not be described outside of being female, general physique, and a generalization of your uniform(s). Skin, hair, eyes, etc. will not be described at all--besides ambiguous adjectives. That said, I am taking liberties with physique and stature due to the nature of the story. You're abilities rely on stealth as well as close and fast combat, therefore you are described as 'small', 'lithe', 'athletic', and all of those other fancy little ninja woman words. Your personality has been shaped by the events of your life and the people within it; but if I were to describe it I would choose words like: Intelligent, determined, self-sacrificing, quiet, humble, and studious. The story will follow along with the anime for the most part starting at around the time of the USJ event, though at some point the story will branch off and become more my original concoction. (Such as, fast-forwarding the time-line to when the characters are older.) Some information about you as the protagonist will not be written here, as I plan for those to be revelations within the story. There will be angst, blood and gore, adult-humor, trauma, death, bad language and warnings will be listed with each chapter as needed. Feel free to comment on those chapters as soon as you see something that isn't mentioned that might make someone (if not yourself) feel uncomfortable. I will not be offended. This story is meant to get a little dark. Please comment if you can about your opinions! I have never posted an on-going fic before, and anything you have to say I would appreciate! <3 Now, please enjoy this short prologue~ Chapter 1 is being reviewed and edited, to be release very soon! 👹🖤⛓🔪💣 ...four...five...six.. You counted the footsteps behind your left ear, round the corner of the dim abandoned subway. You'd been stationary; still so long that your digits had all but numbed. Turn... one...two...three... The footsteps were distancing from the hall your attention had been set upon. A T-section, where the entity had gone down and away from your destination. You had to cross that 'T' to get to the junction--where you needed to leave a note completely undetected. The slightest mis-step would lead to suspicion. Suspicion would lead to investigation. Investigation lead to the five percent chance they could find that note--and no percentage was too small. It all hinged on absolute perfection. Nine...ten...eleven... This was their fifth round. A patrol. You had to make sure their movement were predictable before this would work--despite having successfully delivered the note fourty-two times and counting--you did not have the luxury of assumption. Only if their stride was even, only if you absolutely knew they were moving at a certain pattern, could you depend on the following information: It took fifteen steps before they would reach the broken light on their route. The haze of the dust and pollutants reflected in the working lights prior to that was your cover. Cross the 'T', leave the note, and cross it again. Out of sight and out of earshot, mission successful. Fourteen... f-- You turn, and it takes three steps to arrive at the drop to the tracks. You bunch and leap, and even the quietest friction of fabric from your uniform creases your brow. You land, just outside of the light's reach on the thin concrete slab beyond. Your eyes track the metals, the jutting wall tiles; that with which the barest touch could emit a sound--and you maneuver around them. Under, creeping low--and over, leaping to land on the balls of your feet and checking your balance before moving forward. Careful to not cast a shadow into the hall. Paced, so as not to move too quickly nor too slowly. Counting, because every second was controlled and calculated. You reach the juncture, and once again

edging the light you propel yourself to land back on the main thoroughfare. The next obstacle--removing the loose brick. Behind a metal bench centered between two closed-in stair cases, where the tile meets what had once been a decorative brick mosaic; eight bricks right and eighteen bricks up, was your note's destination. Just above your head, where you had to bend at an awkward angle to reach. Not practical, less detectable. You're wearing tight fabric gloves with grips on the pads, but thin enough you can feel the texture of the brick as you gently lace your fingers at each of the corners. Lifting, centering, and pulling the brick from its slot. Holding it just right, you can avoid the loud scrapes and grinds--but you have to hold it perfectly centered. Success. In goes the note. As does the brick, back into the wall. But you're only half-way done. Leap. Quiet, maneuver, avoid, measure. Silent. Leap. Hide. You're back is once again at the wall, the footsteps of the lackey you'd been avoiding closing in proximity to the Hall you'd just left. Four... five... six... Your eyes focus on the wall opposite of you as you ground yourself. The next few seconds determined a new reality. Either they followed their pattern, or they didn't. You had to be flexible. No assumptions. If they move towards the junction, you have to follow. If they move towards you, you'd calculate on your feet. Seven... eight... nine.. Turn. ...one...two...three.. You don't relax. Even after you count their steps to fifteen, even as you slip away back through the hall, even as you exit the unattended vent and breathe in fresh air--you don't relax until you're sitting on the floor in your room, calming down, your mask in your hands. After checking to make sure your door had not been opened, and no one had looked for you. No tracks in the dust. Only then do you allow yourself to ruminate on the contents of the note you had written, because you could still see every letter of it in your mind. ------ 55-1, Minami Senju 5-chome, Musutafu Target: Fukui Mitsuo Floor 8 3 AM. 7. Accompanied. Head. ------ For the briefest moment, you feel your hands shake. They always did on these nights. Realistically, you'd left no openings. Tested and re-tested every method. Calculated every movement. Left nothing to chance. But the 'what-if's' still linger, and you let them. The fear is good. It keeps you on your toes, your mind on edge, your tongue to the roof of your mouth. If he found out, you wouldn't know it until it was over. So you pretended he already did. Below you, underground in his base, plotting how to get at you when you were most vulnerable. Tear you to pieces, throw you in a pit or in a cage. No--too risky, he'd just kill you. A dead-end is better than a possibility. You'd learned that from him. You swallow, head turning so the amber morning sky is in your peripheral. All things considered, you would still unfortunately need sleep. You cherished the brief moments of sunlight and let your mind swim in the memories of your childhood spent in the daytime; before retiring to the broken and borrowed mattress. Seven days. You would check the location of your note in two. If there is another note in response, you would create a reactionary plan. The pattern continues. Until he finds out. ...Until he finds out.

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sadachmesarthim · 4 years ago

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towers for your honeycomb chapter 3: no i do not condone underage drinking i just think it's a good plot devic-

content: the boys have One Beer Each™, peter both sets and completely ignores his own boundaries, author remembers the communion chapter from "how to read literature like a professor" and bastardizes it, both of them have anxiety but neither say anything about it, smoking

words: 2k song: outskirts of paradise - bad suns

Looking Tony in the eye was like staring at the sun. Peter could barely hold his gaze, always finding an excuse to turn away.

He was sat in front of the other man a few weeks later, sharing drinks and pizza at a new brewery down the road. It’d cost him his liquor license, and potentially a clean record, if anyone found out, but Richie (their most beloved regular) offered to let the pair try the latest house brew if they ever swung through.

Peter wasn’t one for beer, but he’d accepted Tony’s invite anyway.

He wasn’t entirely sure why. Since their fight, they’d worked all of maybe three hours together. No other shifts, they avoided each other at meetings, and neither were particularly willing to reach out off the clock and apologize.

It was like the world was screaming at them to stay away from each other.

Peter wasn’t sure he wanted to listen.

After his shift that morning, Peter found Tony outside, leaning up against the hood of his car & working through his second cigarette. He drummed on the side of his thigh, keeping his empty hand busy as he waited for Peter to come out. Tony jumped at the sight of him, tossing the half finished cig down a storm drain.

“You know those lead straight to the ocean, right?” There was more amusement than anger behind his words. Peter wasn’t entirely sure what Tony was up to, but he was too tired to start shit. He crossed to the passenger side of his car, tossing his belongings to the floor.

“Even if it didn’t go through the city’s filtration system – fuck the fish.” Peter rolled his eyes. Funny as he was, Tony always had to be contradictory.

“Don’t you have, like, a school of them on your shoulder?” Tony’s normally visible salmon tattoos were safely tucked away behind a denim jacket Peter’d never seen before.

“Irrelevant.” Peter rounded the hood and turned, facing the other man. “Did you need something or were you just here to argue about my town’s plumbing system?” He huffed the words out, arms crossing in front of his chest expectantly.

“I, uh…” He suddenly went silent. The ground crunched under Tony’s feet, gravel scraping asphalt under his shoes. They were a rattier pair he owned – more tape than sole, oil staining the canvas.

“I wanted to know if you’d come to lunch with me. Today. Like, right now?” He hesitated at the last few words, like he wasn’t sure he could say them out loud. “I, uh. I’m pretty sure I have some things to say to you, and Richie’s got some good stuff waiting for us at the Pub House…”

Peter was astounded. “Who are you, and what have you done with my Tony?” My Tony? What? “I- why should I trust you? I’m sure as hell not getting in a car with you.”

Tony’s face fell. A bit of- what, disappointment? flew across his face. Peter would’ve missed it had he not been staring, impatient for his answer. Tony, floundering at the rejection, couldn’t give him one.

“Okay, maybe- how about this. I’ll think about it. Give me five minutes to go wash up and I’ll be back.” He turned & headed inside, not waiting for a response.

The cool water felt good against his burning, salt-stained cheeks. Peter hadn’t realized just how tired he was – opens had always taken it out of him, and the early spring temperatures didn’t always prevent the stand from turning into a heater during rush hour.

The soap in the stand was always too fragrant for his taste, but it did the job – it felt good to wash away the day’s work and come back looking like a new man. He smoothed his eyebrows down and dried himself off, wetting his hair a bit as he finished.

He wound up with grind in it again, brushing it out with a comb he found in the first aid kit. One of these days he was going to have to start wearing hats to work. Shampooing his hair every single day was taking its toll on his curls, and he wasn’t a fan of burnt coffee smell.

Stepping back, he squinted into the warped mirror in front of him. Much better.

Back outside, Tony’d lit up his third cigarette of the day. The shakes’d largely abandoned him, allowing his anxiety to drift inward. The sticks only did so much – he missed the higher, stronger hit of his Suorin, but he was trying to quit (ironically enough).

He was actually able to finish this one by the time Peter made his way back outside, looking significantly better without $5 worth of product on his face.

“Okay, some rules.” He came up, stopping just short of Tony. “You’re paying for both of us. We leave whenever I want, without complaint. We go straight there and come straight back - it’s eight blocks, I don’t want any bullshit scenic routes.” His tone was firm – something Tony’d never encountered with him before.

“Yes. Yes, anything. Okay.”

Tony’s car was a lot nicer than Peter anticipated. He’d recently sold his truck, swapping it for a silver Mini Cooper instead. It was a pretty little thing, just up his alley.

It was also fucking obnoxious. He’d bought it with a modified exhaust and had plans to make it even louder. You could almost always hear him coming, little pop pop pops audible for quite a ways.

It was… less clean than Peter expected. Tony was always so well put together, so well-maintained - seeing stray gum wrappers and drink cups littered around the interior was almost jarring. He didn’t realize he was staring until Tony spoke up.

“She’s nice, isn’t she?” Peter nodded. He silently took in his new surroundings, nerves on fire. He’d never done well around strangers, in new places. His mind’d always screamed at him, danger unsafe bad run, overriding his sensibilities.

“Hey, are you good? I can take you back if you need.” They’d barely left the Outback parking lot.

“No- no, I think I’ll be okay. Just… not where I thought I’d end up when I woke up today, y’know?” Peter tried to laugh it off, but he’d always been pretty transparent.

Tony turned a corner, cutting back into the lot they just came from and turning the car off. “Seriously, Peter. If you don’t want to come to lunch with me just say so. I’ll take you back to your car and we can pretend it never happened.” Okay, seriously, who the fuck is this guy and what did he do with Tony?

“No, I- I think I’m okay. Seriously. Let’s just go and get it over with - I kinda want to hear you grovel anyway.” He settled further into his seat, failing to shake away the agitation.

The flatbread was actually really good. It was more of a hipster take on pizza - white sauce and pearl onions definitely making it stand out - but it wasn’t a bad lunch by any means.

The beer definitely wasn’t Peter’s favorite. He was barely sipping by, trying hard to keep a straight face as he swallowed. Damn Richie anyway.

It’d started off awkward enough - discussing where to sit, small talk about their week, the weather. It felt more like a bad first date than an apology, but-

“I really am sorry. For what happened in the fridge.”

Oh.

“Okay. Why?” Peter tightened the hand around his glass, bracing for Tony’s next words.

“I.. I was kind of an asshole when I was younger, too. I figured I could make a fresh start here with a brand new town of people that didn’t know or assume anything about me.

“I was doing okay for a little while, too, but I don’t know man I just.. something happened and I just- I don’t know why I’m a dick to you. But I’m trying not to be. This is that, like, ‘first step’, I guess?” Peter nodded along, attentive.

"So, I don't know. I'm sorry for being a dick to you at work. I'm sorry for being a dick to the girls. I shouldn't yell at you or drag your family into this bullshit - I'm sorry, Peter."

There it was again, that name. His first fucking name.

“I- thank you, Tony. It’s a start, and I certainly haven’t forgiven you, but… thank you. Seriously.” Tony sighed, shoulders visibly relaxing. Peter let go of his glass and wiped it off, standing and walking around to Tony’s side of the table.

“Okay then, time for a do-over! Hi, I’m Peter Parker. I’m 19 and I’ve worked at Outback North Espresso for a little over 9 months. What’s your name?” He stuck his hand out, waiting for Tony to make the next move.

Tony laughed, pushing his chair back and standing to meet the other teen. “Okay, uh, I’m Tony Stark, I’m 18, and I’ve worked at Outback for almost 6. Nice to re-meet you, Peter.” He shook Peter’s hand, awestruck at just how soft it was. He quickly steeled his face and sat back down, releasing Peter and allowing him to do the same.

Once he was sat back down at his side, Peter looked up, confused. “Wait, you’re still 18?”

Tony laughed. “Not for long. My birthday’s at the end of next month.”

“Wow, I can’t believe I’m older than you!”

Tony rolled his eyes. “That’s - it’s literally three months, that barely counts.”

Their debate lasted well into the afternoon, alongside several other discussions. Peter’s childhood in Richland, and what it was like growing up there. What Federal Way was like, and why Tony left. Peter could tell he was remaining intentionally vague, but didn’t push it.

Their beers were warm and the pizza was long gone by the time they abandoned their table. Tony guided him out the back, hand high on his arm.

Once they were back in the car, Peter’s anxiety returned. It was like he’d spent the last few hours speaking to a completely different person, and now that he was sitting mere inches from Tony…

He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t. He wasn’t… sure, exactly. What it was.

Tony spoke up when he noticed the tension in his passenger seat.

“Hey, we’ll get you back to your car soon, I promise. Eight blocks, remember?” His right hand made its way to Peter’s knee, digging soft circles into the denim. Just like in the fridge.

“Please don’t- don’t touch me. Without asking.” It came out harsher than intended.

“Okay, all good. No worries. We’re like, two minutes away.” Tony eased off the clutch, turning right out of the parking lot and onto the road. The windows rolled down and Peter let his head fall back in relief. Fresh air always helped him clear his head.

It really was a short drive - right turn, left turn, right turn - and they were back at Peter’s car. The doors unlocked, and he was out in an instant. A bit too fast to be respectful, if he was being honest, but he knew he needed out. Tony stopped him before he was able to get in his car.

“Hey, for real. Thank you for today. I’m sorry if it was too much.”

Peter looked over and down to meet his eyes. “I- yeah, of course. No, yeah, thank you. For the apology. I’m sorry I freaked out on you. But no this- it was good. Yeah. Thank you, Tony.”

He turned, unlocking the door and closing it before either could say anything else. After turning the key he sped off, without throwing even a glance behind him.

Tony watched as Peter peeled away, reaching for the box of Pall Malls in his cupholder. He lit one, shifting into first and heading in the opposite direction.

Not bad. Not good, but not bad.

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wildernessuntothemselves · 5 years ago

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Touch Me, Tease Me | Part 3

Genre: Smut, slight angst

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: It’s time to make the hard decision: which of the three boys will you choose?

Warnings: femdom, mommy kink, soft dom, but also a bit of hard dom, praise, overstim, chastity, pegging, choking, degradation.

A/N: So I said I’ll make this into 3 chapter but I decide to write just the one lol this is divided into three parts for each of the boys. once again not edited yolo

You hear faint strumming as you near his bedroom door. It stops once you push the door open and your sight falls on him sitting on the couch with his guitar in hand. As soon as your eyes meet, he looks away, jaw clenching as he starts to play on the guitar again.

You sigh, closing the door behind you and making your way to him. "How long are you gonna sulk?"

"Depends. How long are you gonna ignore me and spend time with them instead?" He mutters softly, “I thought they were the ones getting punished.”

"Don't be so melodramatic, baby." You sit down next to him and lean towards him to give him a kiss but he turns his head forwards and your kiss lands on his cheek instead. You feel a sting in your heart as you pull back, and ask sadly, "You don't even want to kiss me anymore?"

"Of course, I do." He answers readily, "It’s just… Am I not enough for you?"

"What are you talking about? Of course you are, angel."

"Am I? Because I genuinely don't understand why I have to share you with two other guys unless I’m not good enough for you on my own."

“Don’t do this, Xiaojun.”

He puts the guitar to the side and stands up, looking down at you with frustration, his intense gaze pining you to your seat. “Why the hell not?”

“I’m not ready yet.” You hesitate.

"Well, get ready. I can't handle them touching you anymore."

"Xiaojun... if I have to choose between the three of you,” You start, already dreading your next words, feeling your heartbeat at the bottom of your throat, “It might not be you."

His face hardens at your words. It was a little scary. You’ve never seen your angel so stone-faced. "What?"

"Don't you remember that before this all started, me and Hendery were almost a thing?"

"So you’re choosing Hendery?" His voice rises.

“That’s not what I’m saying. I don’t know who I’ll choose.”

He scoffs, "Unbelievable."

"It’s not fair to the other boys if I don’t give them a chance."

He glares at you, gaze burning you up. Stepping forward, he tugs you off the couch and pulls you in a kiss that was as intense as he is, wrapping you in a fiery desire as his lips devour yours and his tongue presses into your mouth.

"I refuse to lose you to them." He murmurs against your lips, eyes opening only slightly to stare into your own but even that feels like it’s enough to incinerate your soul.

You push him onto the bed and start taking off your clothes, feeling the heat of his eyes touching every part of your body that gets exposed, making your flesh smolder under them. You feel too hot in your skin. He ignites a fire in you that he won’t quench, only feeding the flames more and more until they scorch you down to your bones and leave you bare for the taking. You needed to save yourself from those eyes.

Strutting towards his closet, with the weight of his eyes burning onto your back, you pick out a thin scarf and come back. When you go to wrap the cloth around his eyes, he falters, his eyes simmering down into a cooler appeal.

“I don’t want to.”

You hush him with your lips, not saying anything as you tie the scarf around his eyes and he resigns with a sigh into the soft kiss.

You strip him next, breathing a little easier now that his eyes are covered and you can appreciate the rest of his body without feeling like you’re in danger.

He was always on the thinner side, but lately he’s been bulking up a bit, feeling concerned about his frail frame. He wished to be more like Lucas, big and strong and manly--all qualities he thought people found admirable. But you couldn’t care less. You loved Xiaojun in whatever shape he came in. It’s the fire in him that pulls you in and all you wish for is for it to keep burning for as long as he lives.

Once he’s completely naked, you push him to lay down on the bed and climb on top of him, taking his cock in your hand. You hardly need to stroke him, but you do just to make him feel some of the burns he’s inflicted on you. And he does, his hands jumping up as if to grab you before they sink into the sheets, his lips falling open in hushed little moans that sound all the more precious for how quiet they are.

When you lick your hand and move it down to rub the wetness over the sensitive head of his cock, he can’t hold in the gasp that escapes his lung.

“Please.” He was so wrecked already, having been deprived of your touch for too long in his opinion, ready for you to take all of him.

“You hurt me, angel.” You lean down to kiss his lips and he doesn’t shy away his time, merely pouting at your accusation. “How can you doubt how precious you are to me?”

You kiss along his jawline, slow and deliberate, drawing the flames from his body. He gets hotter the further down you go. You feel more than hear his moans as your lips meet his throat, the vibrations tingling your lips as they suck down on his skin. You mark his chest in red, hot bruises, and as you reach his dick, you find it just as red and hot.

Wrapping your lips around it, you hear him let out the loudest moan he has tonight. It’s as sweet as any sound he’s ever made, and you move your mouth up and down his length eagerly, seeking to draw even more noises from him. Swallowing him down, you tear out a moan of your name from his lips.

“Yes, angel,” You praise, jerking him slowly, “ I want you to hear how good I make you feel.”

You feel his hands in your hair as you go down on him again, his fingers digging into your scalp as you take more and more of him down your throat. Forever your good boy, he obeys, letting out the sweetest melody of your name laced with his beautiful moans.

“I need you so much.” He croons, writhing under you. “I need you. Please. Please.”

You are the one in control here but you can never deny him whatever he wants. It’s like he has an inexplicable pull on you that entices you to need to take care of him. So you pull back and sit up, situating his slicked up dick against your entrance.

“Is this what you want, Xiaojun?”

“Yes.” He looks downs at you without seeing, “Please, take me.”

You slide down his dick, letting him fill you up slowly, enjoying every inch of him until he’s all the way inside you. “Can you feel me around you, angel?”

He nods, hands fluttering over your thighs as his breathing gets harder.

“I want to hear it. Say it with those same lips that hurt me so much before.”

“I’m sorry, mommy. I just need you so bad…” He confesses, gulping as you start moving over his length. “and I want you to need me too.”

“Oh, angel,” You sigh, riding him faster, his dick filling you up so good. “You have no idea how much I need you.”

You do. You really do, but the problem was, you could say the same about them all. The three of them were all so differently amazing. They were so unlike each other but so similar in their genuineness. You wish you hadn’t started this and had just gone along with Hendery. It was easy back then, but now that you got to know the three of them so intimately, you were stuck. And whatever you choose, someone is gonna get hurt, least of all you.

Xiaojun’s hands trail up to your waist and he pulls you down towards him, wrapping you in his arms closely as his hips push up against yours. With your face so close to his, you can’t help but admire how the emotions seemed to flow purely over his beautiful features. He was like an open book and that scared you a bit. He had so much goodness in him that you sometimes felt overwhelmed with the need to protect him, even from yourself. You were terrified of hurting him and ending up being the reason he loses that something that is so pure about him.

“Please, kiss me.” He whispers, and your lips are on him, smothering him with the feelings you were too afraid to speak out loud. Resting your forehead against his, you let him control the pace as he thrusts up into you, and you're content to just watch the pleasure adorning his face.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" You whisper reverently, lacing your hands in his when he seeks them out. "You're the most beautiful human being I've ever laid eyes on."

"I-I…" He stumbles, lost for words, and you hush him. "You don't need to say anything. I just wanted you to know."

You pin his hands to the bed and use them as leverage to sit up and start bouncing on his cock, determined to make him feel as good as he makes you feel.

"Ah--you're gonna make me cum, mommy."

"Do it."

He shakes his head, "No, want you to cum first."

You smile softly at him even though he can't see it, and let go of one of his hands. He immediately pushes it between your bodies to get to your pussy, his fingers stroking your clit urgently.

"Please, cum for me." He pleads as if begging for his own release, and you can't deny him, your pussy clamping down on his cock as you head falls in the crook of his neck, and you moan into his ear, "You too, baby. Cum with me."

He didn't need you to tell him, he was already cumming from the feeling of your pussy contracting around him, coaxing him to release his seed inside you with a loud groan.

He’s nervous, you can tell even if you couldn’t practically feel his heartbeat pounding through your back and thundering in the chambers of your own heart. You crane your head back to kiss his neck but that only makes him more nervous, sucking a sharp breath in as his large hands grip your thighs. So you rest your head back on his shoulder and look at his face. He looks at you out of the corner of his eyes, gulps, and looks back at the movie playing on the screen.

“What’s wrong, my prince?”

“I just want you to enjoy this. Are you enjoying it?” He looks back at you with eyes even wider than they normally are, his voice rising in worry at the last part.

“I am.” You reassure him, pressing another kiss to the angle of his jaw then nudging your nose along the small strip of skin towards his ear. “But I would enjoy it more if you just relax, okay?”

“Ok.” He nods slightly, sucking in a deep breath that hardly goes in before it rushes out. “I can’t. I’m too nervous.”

You chuckle lightly and turn around his lap, facing him and cupping his cheeks in your hands. “Let me take your mind off it then.”

You kiss him slowly, your lips molding to his as you coax him to relax. He responds, opening his mouth to capture your top lip between his and pulling it between his own, his breathing starting to slow down as his hands wander up your body.

“You’re so pretty.” He confesses, pulling back to take your shirt off, happy to see you bare underneath. He wastes no time in palming your breasts, breath coming out in a rush as he plays with them.

“And you’re so handsome.” You gasp as you feel his thumbs rolling over your hardened nipples. Tangling a hand into the hair at the nape of his neck, you pull ever so slightly on them to grab his attention. “Be a good boy and put your mouth on me, okay?”

He nods eagerly, hardly needing you to push his head forward before he’s engulfing one of your nipples in his mouth, kissing it like he would your mouth. You feel yourself growing wetter as his mouth works, sucking and licking your breast, and you start grinding down onto his thigh. He looks up at you, a glint sparkling in his big eyes as you feel one of his hands slither down the small of your back to grab your ass, using his grip on you to help move you along his thigh.

“What a good little prince.” You moan, brushing his long hair away from his face so you can stare into his eyes. He pulls back from your breast with a light pop, replacing his mouth with his other hand to rub the slick saliva in circles around your nipple while he tenses his thigh and grinds you harder against it.

“Shit, you’ll make me cum if you keep doing that.” You throw your head back, your hips swiveling over his thigh, chasing your release.

Eager to have you cum, he puts his mouth back on your other breasts while he keeps massaging the now neglected one. With your combined efforts, it doesn’t take long for you to cum on his thigh, soaking through the thin layers of your panties and shorts.

You push his head back onto the back of the couch and stroke his face with your hand. “Such a good boy.”

“I want to be your best boy.” He proclaims, kissing the inside of your hand. You kiss his mouth, hoping you could hide the sadness in your eyes from him.

“Stand up.” You order, getting off him so he can get up, and sit yourself down where he just was. Ridding yourself of the rest of your clothes, you order him to do the same. Once his shirt is off and his shorts and boxers are at his feet, you take his cock in your hand.

"You’re so big, baby."

The corner of your lips curl up when he moans at the compliment, “Yeah, you like hearing me say that?” You ask, your hand teasing up and down his length. “You like how you fill me up so good I can hardly take it?”

He bites his lips and nods, whimpering when your fist circles his head. You smile wickedly, “Lets see how many times you can cum today.”

He groans, “No, please. Haven’t you punished me enough?”

You scowl at him and he immediately regrets his words. “So you think I’m being unfair?”

“No, it’s just--”

“You think you could just disobey and disrespect me and get away with it?”

“No.”

“I thought you wanted to be good for me.”

“I do. I am!” He insists, “You can do whatever you want to me.”

You grin, “That’s what I want to hear.”

It is a ritual at this point--since Hendery disobeyed you because he thought you weren’t giving him enough, you decided to just give him everything and see how well he can take it. By now, you had found out all the little things that drive him insane and make his toes curl and you took advantage of that knowledge every day, exhausting the poor boy.

He likes when you lick the tip of his cock lightly while you maintain eye contact with him. He likes when you swirl your tongue around it like it was a lollipop, and when it is slick enough, how you pump it shallowly while your tongue makes its way down the rest of his dick. He likes when you take his balls into your mouth while your pumps grow longer and firmer until you’re stroking his entire length while sucking on his tight balls.

And just like that, slowly and teasingly, you work him until he erupts over your fingers. Hendery struggles to hold his weight up on his shaky knees. You don’t help when you bring your sullied hand to your mouth to lick off the cum dripping over your fingers.

“You’re so easy.” You laugh as his cock twitches back to life. You help him along, stroking it to full hardness, amused at his little whimpers of pain at the overstimulation. He’d gotten so much better at taking it. He used to thrash and whine when you overstimulated him before, but now he just grimaces and takes it like a good boy.

When he’s hard again, you pull him back onto the couch so that you’re laying on your back and he’s hovering over you. That’s another thing he liked, being on top and having you between his arms even if he’s not the one in control.

You open your legs wide for him to get between them and grab him by the hair. “Come on, my prince, make me cum on that big cock of yours.”

He groans, “You don’t play fair.”

You laugh lightly at the familiar phrase, taking in a bigger breath as he slides himself into your pussy. Now it was your turn to wince; it always takes a little while for you to get used to how long his cock was, and Hendery always showers you in kisses in the meanwhile, moving his hips ever so slowly, practically torturing himself as he barely moves inside you trying to get you used to his cock.

You distract yourself by focusing on kissing his neck, but that just makes him whine. “Stop. You’re making me want to fuck you harder and you won’t like that.”

His words and deep voice make your insides burn up and you feel your pussy clench around him, impatient to take him. “Who says I won’t? Come on, fuck me hard, handsome.”

“Oh, thank you.” He spills out, grabbing your ass and pounding into you. You’re not ready for him to be so rough but you gave him the go ahead and you love watching him lose himself in you. It doesn’t mean you can’t get something out of it though. “Remember, you must make me cum on your cock.”

His face falls as he realizes what your words mean exactly. Jaw set, he angles his thrusts in a way to hit as deeply inside you as he can without hurting you, knowing that’s the way you like it most. It’s a smart strategy to get you to cum before he does, but ultimately, it’s hopeless as your moans of pleasure and praise for him only serve to work him up.

“Yes, just like that, baby. You’re so good for me, aren’t you?” You pull him into a kiss, smirking as he lets out a long moan into your mouth when your pussy clenches around him. “You won’t cum before me, right?”

He shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on hitting that spot inside of you that never fails to make you cum.

“Oh, fuck.” You grunt, feeling yourself getting close. Wanting him to cum first, you wrap your legs around his waist and trail your hands up his chest, your fingers working on rubbing and pinching his nipples while your legs force his hips into deeper, slower thrusts that have your pussy squeezing around every inch of his cock.

“You’re doing so, so good, my prince. Making me feel so good.” You moan out exaggeratedly, knowing it drives him crazy. “Bet you wanna cum, don’t you? I know you can’t take it anymore. You just wanna blow your load so deep inside my pussy, it would knock me up.”

“You’re mean.” He whines, his hips picking up speed as he starts cumming, and he looks so cute pouting through his orgasm.

“You know you can’t stop yet.” You tease when his hips start slowing down and he lets out an even louder whine. “You’re a mean, mean lady.” He groans, his pace growing faster again as he tries to make you cum before his dick turns limp.

“Just like that. Good boy.” You coo, using your feet that were still locked around the small of his back to help him fuck you. “You can do it, baby. I’m so close.”

He nods, doubling down on his efforts and pounding into you like crazy until you’re spasming around his cock. To your surprise, you hear him groan as his cock twitches inside you one last time, a small spurt of cum coming out.

“Wow, you came again? Good boy.” You stroke his back as he collapses on top of you, demanding you make it up to him.

“Of course, my prince. I’ll take such good care of you.” You kiss the top of his head, already planning a night of pampering for him.

Out of the three of them, you find yourself spending the most time with Yangyang. Not only because he was incessantly following you around and begging for your attention, but because spending time with him was so effortlessly mindless in a way being with the other two boys wasn’t. You didn’t have to think much or worry about being the kind of person who deserves his love. Yangyang didn't expect anything of you, and in a way, you found him more assertive than the two older boys. He didn't wait around for you to find the time to include him in your life; he included you in his.

He would sit beside you while you worked and narrate the game he was playing like it was some kind of sports match. He would talk your ear off about his latest fixation until you had no choice but to respond to him. He would demand you stop and watch some anime or another with him if he thinks you'd been working for too long. He would show you all the news dances and raps he'd learned and coerce you into giving him compliments. And if all else fails, he would just lay his head on your lap and play with his phone while you worked.

You'd think you'd be annoyed by it but it was actually kind of relieving in a way. Yangyang didn't wait for you to contemplate if you wanted to be with him or not; he came to you and if you didn't want him he would just leave and come back later. It was much easier than having to reach out to him yourself.

And the youngest was insatiable, growing even more so after you’d locked his dick up in a chastity cage as a punishment for what he did. So now he was always all over you, his mouth on your neck or his hand under your shirt, anything to get you hot and bothered enough so you'd maybe take the cage off him and fuck him. And that’s precisely what he was trying to do right now.

“Mommy…” He moans out, voice muffled around the fabric of his hoodie stuffed in his mouth as he ruts against the pillow situated between his legs.

“You can fuck that pillow all you want, baby. It’s not gonna make you cum.” You say nonchalantly, knowing the cage around his cock will prevent him from getting enough stimulation, but also knowing he wasn’t doing it to cum; he was trying to seduce you and he was doing a fucking good job of it.

Yangyang knew how to make you weak. He’s like the bratty child that always gets away with shit just because he’s so cute, and you can’t deny how good he looks with his hoodie pulled up to his mouth and his hips humping that pillow, all while he looks at you with the cutest puppy-dog eyes and makes the prettiest little sounds for you.

“So fuck me, mommy.” He retorts, the hoodie falling from his mouth and covering part of his chest. You move down the bed towards him and pick up the hem of the hoodie, pushing it in his mouth again. “Yeah? How much do you want it?”

He tries to spit out the fabric so he can speak but you grab his jaw, keeping his mouth shut around it. “I didn’t say you could drop it.”

He moans, eyelids covering half his eyes as he fucks his pillow faster. He says something that you can’t quite make out but it doesn’t matter.

“You’re such a stupid slut, baby.” You smirk, loving how worked up he’s getting from your words. “How about this, I’m gonna fuck your ass and we’ll see if you’re horny enough to cum inside your little cage, how does that sound?”

He hesitates for a moment, a little scared, but his arousal quickly wins out and he nods.

“Good. Go grab mommy’s cock.”

He jumps off the bed, moving to retrieve the box where you keep the strap-on and coming back in no time.

“So eager.” You laugh, taking your clothes, Yangyang’s eyes never once stray from your figure. “Get on your back.”

He obeys right away, pulling his legs to his chest and giving you easy access to his asshole. With a smile on your face, you lather your fingers with some lube, making a show of it and watching how he gulps down in anticipation.

The first finger goes in easily, as it always does, and it doesn’t take long for you to be able to add a second finger, pumping the both of them in and out out of his ass smoothly, your thumb rubbing the patch of skin between his asshole and his balls, knowing that always gets him really worked up. He closes his eyes, getting so caught up in the pleasure, and that’s when you stop.

You ignore his whine and lie down on the bed, gesturing for him to lay beside you. With the two of you on your sides, front to back, you ease the strap-on inside of him. Once it’s all the way inside, you grab his right thigh and drape it over your waist, lying on your back and having him half-laying on top of you. This way--with his thigh in your hand and his legs spread wide, you’re able to fuck him deep and fast.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” You question, biting down on his shoulder lightly, making him yelp.

“You could fuck me harder.” Comes his insolent reply. He squirms in your lap, working to fuck himself on your cock.

“Fucking slut.” You hiss, letting his thigh fall so you can slap his dick inside the cage. “I’m being so nice to you and you can’t even show some fucking gratitude.”

“Maybe I’ll show some gratitude if you actually make me cum.”

“I think baby needs to be shut up now.” You growl, hand moving up his body to wrap around his neck.

“Hah, you’re so weak.” He mocks, only slightly breathless. So you tighten your grip on his throat. “Don’t push me, brat.”

“You can’t even fuck me right.” He wheezes, “Maybe you should unlock the cage so I can show you how to properly fuck--”

Your hand tightens around his throat for the last time, cutting off his blood supply for a second. “You’re a danger to yourself, brat.”

You let go of his neck and he gasps to get the air in. You grab his thigh once again and pull it up, pounding your hips into him and making him keen. “Now, is this what you wanted?”

“Fuck, yes! Keep doing that--I’m g-gonna cum.” He clutches the sheets with one hand and throws the other back to tangle it in your air, bringing your face to the crook of his neck and you take advantage of it, sucking and biting harsh kisses into the sensitive skin. “Cum, brat. Cum in your cage like the hopeless slut you are.”

“Ah--ah--mommy!” He cries out, his body jerking in your hold as his orgasm racks through his body. You bring your hand to his mouth to shut him up but he’s still too loud even with your hand over his mouth. You feel wetness on your fingers and you crane your head up slightly to find out that he is crying.

Quickly, you pull out of him and take the strap-on off, rushing to scoop him up in your arms. “What? What’s wrong?”

“It hurts!” He babbles, grabbing onto you. “It still hurts so much. That didn’t help at all.”

You can’t help but laugh, your grin growing even wider as he sniffles and pouts at you. “Serves you right, brat.”

You hold his face tightly in your hands and kiss his cheeks until he stops crying. Then you take the necklace holding the key to his cage from around your neck and use it to unlock it. You remove it from his cock gently, and take off his soiled hoodie. “Come on, let’s clean you up. That’s enough punishment for you.”

He grins at you and you narrow your eyes at him, confused. “What?”

He shrugs, “You’re just so predictable.”

You scoff, offended. “Am not!”

“Yes, you are.” He says, shit-eating grin still on his face. “And you’re stupid too.”

Now it’s your turn to pout, crossing your arms over your chest and huffing. “And may I ask why?”

“Because you’re going to choose one of them, and that’s dumb.”

Your arms drop to your sides. “You don’t know that I’ll choose one of them.”

“Unlike all of you, I’m not dumb. I know Xiaojun and Hendery don’t see me as competition, and you don’t either. But let me ask you this, who are you spending most of your time with? Who do you run to when you get overwhelmed by how needy they are or how much they require from you? I may not make your stomach fill with butterflies and shit like they do, but you’re dumber than I thought if you think that’s what makes a relationship work.”

You feel your chest tightening up. Who gave him the right to be so cocky? You won’t sit here and let this brat lecture you like he has everything figured out when you don’t even know where to start.

“Fuck you. Clean yourself up, bitch.” You throw the key at him and stand up, hurrying out of the room and away from his smug expression.

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A/N: choose your fighter lol the member who gets the most votes will end up with the reader

#wayv smut #nct smut #xiaojun smut #hendery smut #yangyang smut #dom!reader #sub!idol #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fanfics

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