#there are a couple other ''factions'' but these are on my mind for now

[pandorasfavorite]

I live for your writing literally supporting my delusions ❤️❤️❤️ But anyways I think you’ve already written with this idea before but hopefully this request is a little different. So a fem reader and Dominik have been dating for a couple months but the reader beings to get annoyed by Dom’s close relationship with Rhea. The reader kind of starts giving him attitude about about this and Dom takes matters into his own hands with him showing the reader that he only wants the her and saying some stuff like “Do I kiss/touch Rhea like this?” and then proceeds to show her😝😝

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AN: Requests are coming as fast as I can write (don't give up on me). And keep a look out for your request mixed in with other posts.

It's not in Dominik's hands how he is supposed to do things. I mean he did choose to join the Judgement Day but the close relationship with Rhea was essentially pushed on him for more attention and heat. You were not a part of the Judgement, instead you stayed solo and stayed away from factions. You weren't with Dominik until 3 months after he joined The Judgement Day. But he grew on you slowly but surely; the way he was constantly in your life and that adorable smile and crazy hair; he was irresistible. You knew who all was in The Judgement Day too; you knew he liked Rhea as a friend, so he said, though lately the jealousy has gotten worse.

When you liked Dominik it didn't hurt as bad to see them paired together in the center of the ring acting like a couple. Yet the longer your relationship carries on, the more you love him, seeing him hug her and hang off her shoulder was slowly killing your nerves. So yeah you've been moody towards him lately, he should know by now anyway. On the other hand, Dominik was getting a little frustrated with your little mood. But he wasn't dense; it was clear as water that you were being pissy about Rhea. What could he do other than show you how he only wants you? Just finding the right time was the tricky part.

Well, the tricky part was over because you were blowing up on Dominik for touching Rhea's hair. In his defense, it really was an accident, but anything that had to do with them being in contact was ticking you off effortlessly. So now you were pacing in front of the king-sized bed (where Dominik was leaning against the headboard with his arms crossed), and you were going on a rant about the ridiculous events that have happened recently.

"You know it wouldn't matter if you at least acted like you didn't mean to do it. And then you want to throw your arm around her shoulder- or wait NO MY ARM, what's yours is mine, and your mine. So what I guess I'm really asking is why are you throwing my arm around another woman?" you spewed with your hands flying around to emphasize your point. Dominik was so fucking flabbergasted; somehow you managed to not only call him out for an accident but also claim his arm as yours. But he listened anyway and tried to act normal because if he smiled at your insanity; you would say he was making fun of the problem. So with a straight face (one that was about to break), Dominik patted the bed beside him.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him with apprehension, yet your body still went and sat beside him. Dominik turned to look at you with soft loving eyes while you turned to look at him with fire burning behind yours. He did the first thing that came to mind, kiss you until gasped out his name. His lips slipped against yours in a wet kiss and his whole body moved with the kiss. Every smack of your lips against his was followed by Dominik moving on top of you with ease. One of his legs was slotted between both of yours and your mind felt a bit foggy at the unexpected sensation. But the fog wasn't thick enough to distract you, that much Dominik already knew, his thigh pressed against your clothed cunt and he began pulling your clothes off one by one.

First start with your shirt and then your bra right after. The moment it slipped off, not even on the floor yet Dominik's hands were playing with your tits and his lips were sucking dark marks onto your sensitive skin. Each movement of his hands was directly followed by his thigh just barely pressing against you. He pulled back to taunt you, "Do I touch Rhea like this? Kiss her like this?", he rasps but you grit your teeth at the name alone.

"Don't say her name right now", you huff and grab the back of his head like you are about to push him back down onto you. He grins and pushes his hair out of his face, "Yea, I rather hear you say my name instead". You held back your surprise when Dominik ripped your pants completely off your body and slid your panties off. He looked at them with the same cocky smirk and showed you the prominent wet mark right in the middle. He smacked your pussy lightly; you felt yourself jolt and moan at the same time. "No surprise there", he commented and threw them off the bed all the same.

His hand splayed down your body; only for his tongue to follow the same trail, just barely dipping down to lick the inside of your thighs teasingly. You wither from above and try to wrap your legs around his head like you always do. Dominik never went a day without tasting your cunt. It was his favorite way to relieve stress; it was almost like a routine for him to come home with you and get on his knees to slide his tongue into your wet pussy. Though tonight he only glided his tongue against your clit for a split second before just barely letting his teeth graze over it. Your body reacted before your mind processed the new action. You gasped and raised up off of the bed to see what the fuck he just did and why the hell did it feel so good. "Like that mami? I thought you would, I know this pussy in and out", he sticks his tongue out playfully but he was still so low the tip of his tongue hit your pussy all the same.

You moaned his name and glared with impatience. You had never claimed to be the patient one in this relationship. Dominik took that as a sign to hurry up and pull his cock out to slip inside of you. After all this time you thought you'd be used to the stretch of his cock, but each inch sent you reeling and gripping the sheets for support. The way his cock filled you up, made you feel full it was unexplainable; really only your intangible moans could begin to explain it. "Fuck you feel so good", you whined and convulsed around his cock.

Dominik let you scratch down his cock and throw your arms over his shoulders while he just barely rocked into you. But he couldn't help but reply, "Oh yeah?" he asked but knew the answer based on how much you were pulsing around him already. "Fuck you", you grit out without meaning, though in reality, you wanted to pull his face down to slip your tongue into his smart mouth. He looks at you from the curtain of his long hair, "I can't wait" he said back. And he meant it with his entire being. Dominik loved you on top, roughing him around, and shoving your panties into his mouth.

Now Dominik was practically abusing your cunt with each harsh thrust that hit your g-spot with no effort. Each thrust made a smacking sound of his hips against your ass and then the squelch of him pulling in and out of your pussy. Dominik was now holding the headboard to better fuck you and the sight you got to see was better than any other. He was panting and licking his lips while watching you moan and work through the up-and-coming orgasm. His muscles were convulsing and his hips were ramming his cock inside of you. The quirks of Dominik being so athletic really paid off in bed.

Dominik pulled out and barely gave any time for you to whine out complaints. He grabbed you by the hips and flipped you over, he pushed your knees up and pushed your back down so you were arched in front of him; ass up and ready. Dominik slipped inside of you effortlessly this time and groaned at the sight in front of him. He grabs your hips again tightly this time and slams you back on his cock while he thrusts into you all the same. "Why would I want her when I have you taking my cock like a whore? God, I could fuck you forever Mami", his words are sloppy and dirty. You pulse around him and moan into the sheets he pushed you into over and over again.

"Dom please", you mumble from the sheets; that was the best way to tell him you were about to cum. And in this case, it was going to be the best one you've had in weeks. Dominik groaned as your pussy got tighter with each pulse and now one of his hands moved to the arch of your back to keep you in the right position. "Just a little longer princess, my good girl can do that right?", you only nodded into the sheet and Dominik felt his body constricting with each long pull. But you not speaking wasn't nearly enough for him. "My little cock slut can handle it hm?", he moved his hands down to grasp and pull at the plush of your ass. Smacking and pulling to make his cock drive even further into you. The degradation and praise mixed together always had you gushing around his cock and stilling while you cum. Already knowing Dominik would have no problems with fucking you through it.

Your ass pressed against him and his cock was as deep as it could go when you squeezed around his cock tightly. So tight he could barely pull out or stutter his cuss of praise. But of course, he managed, "That's my girl"

[inkofthebrain]

Imperial

[Paul Atreides x F!Reader] 1468 words

Paul Atreides, Duke of Arakkis, takes the hand of the Emperor’s eldest daughter for the throne, yet neither are pleased. They know they must learn to be civil, but what will it cost them…

Tags: post-Dune 2, strays from book canon, no use of y/n, dune typical everything, Corinno!Reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers kind of? (More strangers to lovers tbh) ARRANGED MARRIAGE TROPE, not proofread LOL

Warnings: mild use of the voice on reader. Dune typical themes, motifs, and actions. Jessica being Jessica….

A/n: this chapter goes from 0 to 100 plot wise: be ready >:) sorry 4 whiplash… || Thank you for all the support! I upload these chapters as i write them so apologies for the spontaneous new chapters. My request are open for one shots and more!

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Three———

The following weeks with the Atreides are spent planning, discussing politics, and all the while you continued to silently observe Paul and his mother.

There are two things you are certain of. One, Bene Geserit have been at work, a congregation of women who you have always been weary of, and two—their plan had gone horribly wrong. Paul was the byproduct of a story not of his own which he, or should I say his mother, has appropriated for political power.

“Abomination”

Your fathers truth sayer’s words ring through you ears. You are terrified for what is to come, you gaze out of your bedroom window at the sloshing sea lapping at the edges of the cliff.

The nightmares about your soon to be home still plagued your nights, you were getting less and less sleep and as the wedding grew nearer your exhaustion grew with it. You prayed Arrakis would kill you quick.

You and paul spent hours in the Caladan meeting room, discussing the various political forces across the galaxy, alone and with both the Atreides and Imperial advisors. the details were complex, and Paul's understanding of the universe was quickly expanding by the day.

He learned about the various noble houses, the political factions within the houses, the imperial courts and their complex bureaucracy, and the many conflicting religions and belief systems across the galaxy.

This was just the basic information. the true power came from analyzing and understanding the social complexities and hidden motivations of the various players. Paul knows he must oblige with the current way things are running before slowly putting his own reforms and systems in place.

As you taught him the complex workings of the imperium and its politics, you realized his intelligence was unmatched. It was as if he absorbed the information like a sponge, taking it all in and putting it to use. his natural abilities coupled with his hard work and dedication made him a formidable political force.

You sensed that his thirst for knowledge and a desire to understand what drove the universe was insatiable, just as yours was.

You had grown closer to Paul but your shared disinterest in the Marriage lingered. You did not care for marrying a stranger, that was bound to happen, it was the circumstances of your engagement that lit an unpleasant fire in you. Paul, on the other hand, was clearly longing for something, someone, he knew he could not obtain.

You both were children who were manipulated, selected, and bred for this. And now as adults you must face your unnerving future.

Duty is everything in this world.

———

The day of the wedding was a week away, but the planning began much earlier. The ceremony was highly anticipated by the imperial court and the noble houses. rumors were rampant, various debates and gossip spread like wildfire. It was clear that this wedding was much more than a marriage of political convenience. It was a pivotal event for the empire, one that everyone would be watching closely and analyzing under a microscope.

As you walked to the dining hall, Delia at you side making occasional small talk, you mind was racing. You had compiled a highly educated theory based on observation and the small bits of Benne Geserit secrets you sister had let you in on. You were determined to gather more data to support this.

Jessica sat at the head of the table, Paul sat to her right and you sat to his left. The three of you were discussing the political ramifications of the wedding, how they would be viewed by the various noble houses and imperial courts. Your discussion was respectful and polite, but under the surface there was a tension, a subtle underlying pressure, that nobody acknowledged but was very present. After clearing her throat and waved the guards out of the room.

Your stomach dropped as she looked to you "Now, there's one other matter we've yet to discuss." She turns her attention towards you and looks straight at you, with a serious look on her face.

Jessica continues. "I am aware you understand the political nature of this union, and you understand the political implications of the ceremony itself. But what isn't discussed enough is the reality and expectation of the marriage after the ceremony. The two of you are to consummate the marriage immediately after, and the child that results from it will have enormous political implications. Do you understand what i'm saying?"

You almost choke on your wine at her boldness. Paul glances at you, he is alert to the seriousness in her tone, the way she is careful to drive home this specific point.

Still watching your reaction, she finally resumes speaking. "The consummation is expected to immediately produce a child. The pressure will be immense, and I am asking you to treat this with the upmost seriousness. The birth of the child will create a political shift that will alter the galaxy for generations. I trust you understand the gravity of the situation at hand? Correct?”

You take a large swig from your wine glass. “May I speak freely?”

"Yes, by all means, speak freely.”

You take a deep breath. “I have not been trained by the Bene Geserit like my sister so I am not privy in the ways” you pause. “But from my observations I have compiled a theory. There is a plan, a plan greater than us all. And you, Lady Jessica, set that plan on fire by giving the late Duke Leto a male heir. Yet they allowed you to become a Reverend mother after disobeying the high order.” You pause, watching her reaction. “Now you must scramble to solidify your disobedience into the prophecy”

Jessica is frozen for a few moments, eyes locked on your own, trying to hide the surprise you've seen through. It's clear that you've struck a nerve here.

Paul leans forward, his eyes locking onto yours. "This is impressive. Very impressive." there's a glimmer of admiration in his eyes, and the slightest of smiles tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“I assume I am correct then?” You look between the two

Jessica finally nods, a hint of a proud smile on her face. "You have struck at the very heart of it. My disobedience is not my own, Paul was set to be the bridge between the Bene Geserit and Atreides... and the imperium's entire future. And because of my actions, that entire future has been brought upon us prematurely. We have a plan, it is true. I will ensure that paul's inheritance of the empire remains intact. But you are key to that plan, and you must comply with my direction on this matter."

“Tell me everything.” You demand, your temper growing short as your heart starts beating faster and faster. “This is my life and the legacy of the Imperium!”

She leans forward, her intense gaze meeting yours. there's a firmness in her eyes, and she speaks with a sense of conviction. "Listen to me; if you wish to ensure your safety and the safety of Paul and the empire, then you will need to trust me. Do you trust me?"

“No!” You yell, “You made your son a false prophet and I refuse to go along with it until I am aware of every detail of this plan.”

“Calm yourself and listen” Jessica demands, her voice is dark and distorted. You are enchanted instantly—She has used the voice.

“Mother…” Paul says, guilt pricks at his soul as he watches your face go blank, but Jessica ignores him.

"I will not tell you everything at this very moment, but trust me, you will see it all in time. Just like I have, just like Paul has. There are some things that are necessary to keep from you until that time. I will tell you what you need to know, nothing more and nothing less. does that sound acceptable to you?"

Her hold on you breaks and you look to the mother and son in disgust. Everything about this woman is fabricated so she may complete her plan, a ploy in which you are just a mere stepping stone. Rage runs through your entire body with such velocity that you feel sick. You sit in silence.

“Do. You. Understand?” Paul’s voice is stern and startles you and you nod your head.

“Good” Jessica says flatly.

You turn your head to look out the window, closing your eyes while taking a deep breath you attempt to collect yourself. Paul and Jessica are staring into you. You can feel it.

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[earthstellar]

Miko and Holding a Grudge: Storytime is Learning Time

I was thinking about how in the final episode of TFP, Miko uses the "I'm going to beat your ass" armour to punch Knockout clean across the face

Miko punches him so quickly and efficiently that I genuinely could not get a screenshot of the impact moment. lmao

And there are a lot of good reasons for her to want to slap this twink into the stratosphere, but I was thinking about any specific grudges Miko might have personally against Knockout to help fuel that punch

Because typically Miko goes in with a sort of "I learned this by watching WWE with Bulkhead and I'm excited to hurt you" tiny human wrecker energy and is naturally hyped, so she tends to go in with a slightly showy approach to delivering a beatdown, which makes sense.

We know she watches stuff like monster truck rallies with Bulkhead, and we know she's watched Bulkhead and Wheeljack pretty closely, and this has had an impact on her developing her personal fighting style: High energy, maybe a couple attempts at some kind of signature moves. she's learned from TV shows and watching actual factional alien warfare play out in the Nevada desert. Shit's wild, and so is she.

But when she punches Knockout, it's a totally silent, quick, efficient hit-- which is pretty different to how Miko usually approaches "the smackdown".

Sure, part of it is because Knockout is sort of ruining a huge moment for the Autobots by quipping at a particularly annoying moment to do so, and she probably just wants him to shut the fuck up as quickly as possible so they can all get back to enjoying watching the revitalisation of Cybertron.

And they're all probably a bit tired from even managing to get to this point.

But then I remembered:

In the episode Flying Mind, Miko and Raf help Fowler off the Nemesis after he's been incapacitated.

But Jack stays behind, and when Knockout snaps out of Trypticon's stasis, he attempts to power drill through Jack's head/upper torso.

Ratchet comes through the ground bridge and punches Knockout, in the same way Miko punches Knockout in the series finale. One hit, and we're done here.

(Sorry for the crunchy quality screenshot, my internet connection is a bit crunchy itself at the moment lmao)

Now, Miko wasn't there to witness this, but we know Miko frequently asks the others to tell her about anything she misses, either because she's been asked to stay home or because things kicked off when she was otherwise not around. She likes to hear battle stories. She's actively jealous of the others when they get to go deal with cool shit and she can't for various reasons.

So we can assume that she asked Jack what happened, or perhaps Ratchet briefed everyone once the other Autobots were revived from temporary stasis, and she would have been present for that in the base.

Miko holds a grudge. There is an entire episode where her and Wheeljack essentially go on an ill-advised revenge mission after Bulkhead is injured. She operates on that mafia level shit, wanting revenge so badly that she essentially withholds information from Wheeljack until he agrees to let her tag along.

And while she learned from that experience, it does hint at the type of mindset she has-- Don't fuck with her friends, or she will very much hold onto that anger until she gets the chance to act on it.

When she punches Knockout, it's a quick, clean punch. Which makes sense contextually for that scene, she's not going to haul completely off on him in that moment.

But it also echoes how Ratchet dealt with him when Knockout was threatening Jack, and that seems like the kind of detail Miko would remember after having it described to her.

She has a bit of a vengeful streak, and even though she does learn not to act on desires for revenge, she's still a kid and god she loves fighting so much, and there is no way she forgot about that one time Knockout tried to kill her friend with a fucking drill-- Even if she didn't get to witness it, it's likely she was told about it in some way, and she's been holding onto that for a while.

So I just really like that her punching Knockout is a mirror of when Ratchet punched Knockout previously, because we know she's very good at paying attention to detail when it comes to fighting, and we know that she learns from observation and from listening to battle stories.

It makes a lot of sense if she just recognised Knockout as being that one bot who nearly killed Jack and remembered how Jack likely described the incident to her later (or may have gotten details from any debriefing Ratchet may have provided at the base), and in that moment recalled that Ratchet took him down in one hit, so she should probably just do the same.

It's quick, it worked before on this exact bot, it'll probably work again.

Miko does learn. She very much holds a grudge. And I like that even though her actions in the finale make sense even without the possible background connection to a prior episode, it does perfectly make sense either way.

You know she begged Jack for all the details later, and you know she committed that shit to memory.

If Ratchet can knock out Knockout, so can she.

And she's not having their victory moment fucked up by some dude who seriously put them in danger on many previous occasions, even if he came around to the "winning team" in the end.

anyway you just know Miko is a mascot for the Wreckers later on, like there's no way Wheeljack and/or Bulkhead doesn't custom paint the side of a ship at some point like a WW2 aircraft lmao but it's just a painting of Miko laughing maniacally while punching a boulder or something

[prettymuchteddy]

Yeah I’m a Rhaenicent fan, but I also refuse to watch S2 E8 ever again

Not to be rude but how did you genuinely think Rhaenicent was going to happen?

For the ship to become canon one of them would have to abandon their faction and family for the other, we all knew it wasn't going to be the Black Queen thanks to writers' evident TB bias. There is a civil war, Aemond killed Luke, and AA&D are very real threats to Jace because of his questionable paternity. Rhaenyra was always going to want them dead, "a son for as son" may sound unfair but it's in character for her.

Rhaenyra loves her children more than Alicent, Alicent loves Rhaenyra more than her children. That's what Rhaenicent has always been about, so why are you pulling a surprise Pikachu face once the inevitable happened?

I think you misunderstood my sentiment, just because someone likes a ship doesn't equal them thinking it will happen. Literally more than half of the ships I like are not canon and I don't like these couples because I think they will happen. For Rhaenicent, simply put I think they have an interesting dynamic and history. Also, I didn't think they would make Rhaenicent canon cause in my mind, why would they? They implied there was something between them last season but never confirmed anything in universe and Rhaenyra is seemingly having something with Mysaria now. So, yeah didn't really seem inevitable to me… 😐

[valerieisunavailable]

Credit to Zyomih on Tumblr: ✨Link✨

Ok WOAH did y'all like my vibrating piercing Simon post I did. So why not do a pt.2?

Pt.2 Sub!Simon w/ vibrating piercings

Pt. 1: ✨Link✨

CW: Angst, Sub/Dom relationship, Simon being the sub and you the Dom, edg*ng, overstimulation, h*ndjob.

🔞 MDNI PAST THIS POINT 🔞

You had noticed that Simon hadn't been paying that much attention to you. Whatever, you thought. He was just busy, that's all. You knew that he would get like this sometimes, where he gets too focused on his work. But it was getting to the point to where you were always sleeping alone in his bed, and he would barely even talked to you.

But what had pissed you off even more were the nights when Simon would go to the bar with his buddies, and you be there, watching how he would flirt with the women there. The way he'd put a hand on their hips, that seductive gleam in his eye, his flirty comments that he made towards them. And this was all when he was still sober. You were absolutely furious with Simon, seeing how he acted like he forgot you were there. As if the two of you weren't together.

But when Simon had eventually gotten out of his work craze, that's when he noticed that something was off with you. He would try to kiss you, until you pushed him away. He would try to talk to you, until you ignored him. Simon had gotten tired of this silent treatment pretty quickly. He forcefully pulled you into his room, his eyes giving you a glare. "Alright, what's gotten into you, luv'?" He asks, his voice showing a hint of anger, although there was also concern in his voice and the way he looked at you.

You had finally snapped at him, explaining how he had been barely paying attention to you until recently, and all those nights at the bar where he would be flirting with those other women. As if you didn't even exist. Hell, you even thought of transferring to another military faction so that you didn't have to see him anymore. Simon stared at you in shock, now realizing how he's wronged you. How he's ignored you. He's treated you terribly these past couple weeks.

"No, no… Don't leave me luv', please. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." He pleads, holding your arms in his, his expression in his eyes desperate. "I'll spend more time with you, love you like I should. I won't ever flirt with another woman at that bar again." He promises. But you were still mad at him. This had been the same cycle for the past few months. At first, you didn't mind it, but now it was getting too much. You didn't want to be the desperate one here. You wanted him to be the one begging at your mercy.

Simon started taking off his military gear, now in just a T-shirt and his military pants. He held you close in his arms, nuzzling his head into your neck. "Please luv', I'll let you do whatever you want to me. Punish me how you see fit. Let me make it up to you." Simon said. You smirked, before pushing him onto the bed. He stumbled back, before his body laid on the bed. He looked up at you. But you could see the expression in his eyes. He thought that you had forgiven him, that the two of you were just going to have a fuck session. But no, you had something else in mind.

You slid down his pants and boxers, before slowly stroking him at an agonizingly slow pace. But your soft and smooth hands wrapped around his cock was enough to make him let out a groan in pleasure. But you were going to make him drool for you by the end of this. You wanted to see him absolutely filled with brain fog from being edged and fucked senseless. An idea crossed your mind as you remembered the piercings that went down his thick and lengthy cock. You continued stroking him at a more moderate pace as you heard his moans and whimpers from you stroking him. "Oh, please luv', please don't stop…" He moans.

You quicken your pace, grabbing some lube as you pour it down over his cock, making him slippery and easier to control the friction and the motions of his cock. You could feel his cock twitch as in your hand as he whimpered and moaned. "L-Luv', I'm gonna come, gonna–" he said, his breaths now heavy and anticipating. But that's when you go back to your agonizingly slow pace. He whines, his cock swollen from the denial of release. "Fuck, please luv', please… This is torture.." he begged. There, you could see the drool starting to come out of his mouth. You waited until his pleasure died down, before once again stroking him at a rapid pace. You could see his pleasure quickly rising up again, with him being close to climax. "Please, please luv', please…" he begged.

But you stopped again, going back to the agonizingly slow pace. He whined and whimpered under your teasing touch as you continued to edge him. "Fuck, please luv', I won't ever talk to another girl again– Fuck..! Nobody but you can do this to me! Nobody can fuck me like You can!" He whimpers, close to the breaking point of his climax. You finally decide to let him come, his choked moans of pleasure ringing in your ears. You let out a smirk, watching his chest rise and fall, his breaths still heavy.

 But then, you grab the remote to his piercings that are on his cock, pressing the button that makes them vibrate, hearing the low hum of the vibrations on his cock. His body twitches, still not used to the previous orgasm that he just had. Simon whimpers, his legs quivering in response. "Please, Luv', oh.. please, I-I can't, it's too much.." he begs. With that, you click the remote again, increasing the intensity of the vibrations. His entire body shivers as Simon comes again, this time coming harder than he did previously. You can see the drool of pleasure pouring out his mouth.

You watch as Simon enters Cloud Nine, barely even able to speak from how overstimulated he is.

[lxkeeeee]

FOX CHRONICLES [PART ONE]

synopsis: the fatui members never ever questions the harbingers—no matter how weird, how unusual, and how out of character for them or else they would be goners in a blink of an eye.

notes: fluff, slightly suggestive at the end. No smut.

The sixth harbinger—harbingers rather, for a long time the seat has always been occupied by two people—Scaramouche and his wife, [y/n]. Though, Scaramouche is the one who leads their faction of soldiers most of the time as [y/n] usually plays the role as his assistant.

The fatui soldiers made a silent agreement to never question the harbinger ways, especially the couple's relationship—as they never saw the two being so openly affectionate with one another. Some rumors say they were married for political reasons, some rumors also say that they never genuinely loved each other. They don't even know the story of how they got married.

That's what they think.

The scene is very comical if you ask me, fatui soldiers eyeing each other in attempt of communicating to each other as if asking if they saw what they're seeing.

Scaramouche stood confidently Infront of their soldiers, strong and powerful—his presence is enough to make the entirety of the fatui soldiers shake in fear, they're afraid of him and his sadistic tendencies and he knows it and he loves it. Scaramouche stood Infront of his soldiers, barking out remarks to his men.

The comical thing is, a certain harbinger lies comfortably on his shoulder. [y/n] now on her fox form, curled up comfortably on top of her husband's shoulder, her tail used as a pillow as she purred softly near his ear. Scaramouche occasionally bringing his hand up to rub her fox ears making her purr before bringing his hand down again and rested it on his hips.

“You pathetic fools! You had one job! And you fucked it up!” He says, voice seething and bouncing around their office inside the Zapolyarny Palace. His voice making their soldiers shake in fear. “I ordered all of you to keep an eye and watch the traveler and now you're telling me you lost her?!” he seethes, [y/n] just snuggling closer to his neck, her fluffy tail swinging back and forth in amusement.

“But Sir, we did try to keep an eye out on her but she just dis-dis-disappeared! She was just standing near the Statue of the Seven in Mondstadt and she just vanished into thin air!” a soldier stammers in fear, Scaramouche's eye twitched at the tone of the soldier's voice and his pathetic excuse. The air cackle with electro from his delusion, his fingers twitching with the urge to kill the man. “Do you think I'm a fool? Do you hear how idiotic you sound right now?” He seethes and the soldiers began to shake even more from the fear they felt. This is it, this is their doom.

[y/n] sighs before changing her position, now sitting comfortably on his shoulder. She brought her paw to poke her husband's cheek—causing him to flinch in surprise, he was about to go off but then realized it's his wife. His eyes soften and his anger slowly disappearing. He exhaled a tired and annoyed sigh, they talked about this—how he shouldn't let his anger cloud his judgement and make rash decisions. She need not to use her voice to remind him, her paw is sufficient enough to remind him. “Yes. I know, I know.” Scaramouche mutters in annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose before glaring at his soldiers once more making them flinch in fear. “Whatever, all of you are dismissed. Leave before I changed my mind!” He barks angrily making the soldiers quickly left their office.

[y/n] chuckles as she jumps down from his shoulder, with a poof—she transformed back to her humanoid form. Scaramouche sighs and crossed his arms, “Happy now?” he asked and she giggles, “Very much, I'm so proud of you.” She said softly and Scaramouche closed the gap between them as he embraced her and bury his face at the crook of her neck—inhaling her familiar scent, cherry blossoms and lavender. His hands lazily tracing circles at her back. “Does the Balladeer want a reward for managing his anger?” she asked teasingly and he groans, “Shut up,” he mutters against her skin, “Affectionately.” he added, making her chuckle.

Scaramouche reluctantly left her embrace as he once again lean towards her and kisses her forehead, her fox ears folding against her head as he kissed her. His lips leaving her skin as he gazed at her with half-lidded eyes, placing a hand on her chin and pulled her towards him—pressing her lips against his.

A short and tender kiss is what they shared before parting away slowly, his hands cupping her face affectionately. “You know, I might as well accept your offer of rewarding my good behavior.” he says huskily, he could see her tail freezing in excitement before intertwining his hand with hers and pulled her towards their bedroom.

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end notes:

I'll write more short fics of their moment with her in her fox form and also,

rabid anon I miss you 😔

sorry for being gone for a long time, I've been suffering with burnt out and with also with school

anyways, husband scaramouche is so Aaron Warner coded.

[luimnigh]

Okay, I wanna pitch a Marvel movie.

Now, this is a Marvel movie that will absolutely never get made. They would not allow this. So here's my pitch:

We open on a heist. A group of absolutely Z-list, one-paragraph-on-the-marvel-wiki, single-digit-appearance-count supervillains robbing a secure facility. The villain that hired them narrates the plan as we watch, and while it doesn't go off without a hitch, some of the more bloodthirsty villains cause some unecessary bloodshed, it succeeds.

Our villain protagonists leave the scene in a van, loot inside, and drive off into the countryside to a rural, isolated house in the forest to lay low for a couple days. Everyone's celebrating their success, they're drinking, there's some drugs, a few people sneak off for sex. This is the point where we get to know the personalities of our villains, some are assholes, some are complete monsters, and there's a few people who are pretty decent and are really only in supervillainy because life dealt them a shit hand. We can see factions dividing our group of villains.

Their boss finally arrives separately, sporting some more villains as muscle, and the conversation turns back to business: the division of the loot.

And then someone finds a body outside.

One of the villains has been murdered. Everyone is immediately suspicious of everyone else, accusations are thrown, motives speculated, tensions get higher and higher, weapons get drawn-

A shot rings out. Everyone either opens fire or runs. One or two villains die in the crossfire, others are injured, this goes on until one of the more sympathetic villains calls for a ceasefire.

They're in the middle of trying to talk everyone down when they hear a car engine start, and one of the villains who ran from the fight bursts out of the garage in the getaway van-

With the loot still inside.

A few of the villains fire shots at it, but are soon stopped- they could destroy the loot. The boss explains as the van drives down the road that with his resources, tracking the villain that's double-crossed them would be easy as-

And then the van explodes in the background.

As our main party of villains makes their way to the burning wreckage, flaming dollar bills falling around them, they speculate on who the hell boobytrapped the getaway van-

But are interrupted by a click.

One of our villains looks down to see that nobody boobytrapped the van. Someone landmined the road.

Thankfully, one of our villains is a techie, and after a few tension-filled minutes, they disarm the mine. The villain who stepped on the mine is thankful, and the techie explains that they should be able to clear the road soon enough, right before their head explodes in a shower of gore.

If the landmines hadn't made it clear enough, that certainly sealed the deal: this wasn't a double cross, this wasn't an ordinary murder.

They're being hunted.

This is a slasher movie.

The film continues on, the villains getting picked off one at a time in creative and gruesome ways, some even having their tech stolen and used to kill other villains. But throughout, we never catch a glimpse of the killer.

Right up to the end of start of the final act. By this stage, you've started to root for our supervillains to overcome this. There's a few assholes left you wouldn't mind seeing die before the final curtain, but the killer's will have lost sympathy by this stage, having killed some of the more likable villains. We wanna see them pay for that.

And just as the killer is stabbing one of those likable villains to death, our surving villains, and the audience, finally catch sight of the predator that's been stalking them through the night.

A man dressed all in black... except for big white skull painted on his chest.

And suddenly there's no guarantee that any of the villains you've come to like are walking away alive.

[morganwrites12672]

If it’s not too much trouble, Divergent story of Eric and reader, the reader is a quiet type but is attentive in initiation which catches Eric’s attention and interest since he expected so much worse from an initiate.

(Do take your time, very much appreciate it! 🖤)

Ofc! Requests are open, check my pinned post for details (I also have a lot of other characters I write for! I also would be open to writing for YouTubers and actors/actresses) (if you don't know about a person/character, no harm in asking!)

Eric Coulter x Reader

Eric watches as you throw a knife. You have a small, but short term smile when the knife hits dead center. It always did, what was the point in being all excited?

Eric liked you. Or, he told himself he didn't. You were a transfer from amity. He bet you would last a few hours. But now, after a few weeks, you had been doing better then most of the dauntless initiates.

Eric expected you to be so much worse. A transfer, was never good. Let alone a transfer from amity, the violence free faction.

He stands their shocked as you go to retrieve your knives. He hadn't noticed, but every one had been as close to the center as it possibly could.

Where did you learn to throw knives? Where did you learn to fight? How did you know how to do all of these things?

He might never know. A trainer and initiate relationship was frowned upon. He couldn't make his move until a few weeks after you graduate.

You were the most quiet one. Weren't apart of any parties, if Eric snuck out of one he would find you training.

He didn't understand. He would think that someone who leaves such a quiet faction would be looking for some fun. Why weren't you?

He could ask. It was fine for him to inquire about why you came.

Eric wanted to know everything about you. You could be in a secret relationship with him until a few weeks after training.

it would work. And even if it didn't, it had to.

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You get confused as Eric had asked to meet you here. The train platform. At midnight.

You were confused; thinking it was some kind of stupid prank until he jumps off of a train alone.

"Hey, Y/N," he calls as he half jogs over to you. You approach him and see he has a smile on his face. Red flag number one.

"What is going on?" You ask. None of this made sense. Sure, you didn't care what was going on. Eric was cute enough to make up for it.

You wouldn't admit it, but you had a crush. Never would that leave your mind; not under any circumstances.

"Straight to the point," Eric mumbles and looks rather nervous, "I kind of like you," you says with a hand on his neck.

You see he is waiting for a response. He won't be getting one. You place a light kiss to his lips and hop on the next train.

Eric is left in shock. He didn't even have time to kiss you back. He just stood there; like stone.

It's been half an hour after you left him standing there that he finally moves. And it is only because he hears the approaching train.

He jumps on it and slides down against the wall. What the hell just happened? The girl he liked, the girl he was training, had kissed him.

He was still in shock as he jumped back onto the dauntless compound. He couldn't barely comprehend what was happening as he unlocked his apartment.

He was completely clueless. What did this make you two?

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You smiled as Eric pressed a kiss to your lips, he pulls away smiling as you pour a glass of water.

Both of you still basking in the morning after sex glow. Eric loved the way you looked in the morning no matter what.

His shirt hung loosely on your shoulder as you smiled and took a sip of your drink. He smiled at you. He was in love.

He couldn't deny it if he tried. He wouldn't have to much longer. You had graduated at the number one spot of your intitation class last week.

In a few weeks you would both be the next dauntless power couple. An unstoppable force.

You press a kiss to Eric's cheek and he pouts as you put on clothes and get ready for your day.

"Do you have to leave?" He pleads as you zip up your jeans. He always did this. Every morning.

"Eric, honey, I have work," you reply and button your jeans. He pouts as you kiss his cheek before slipping out the door.

You had the control room today, you had that and during intiation season you would be a trainer. The control room was fairly easy.

All you did there was report anything suspicious to your supervisor. And yes, Eric was trying to get transfered there instead of patrolling the fence.

It was Eric, he would of gotten transfered to nursing for you. You had joked about it and he got a little mad.

Everything was great. You were both happy. You loved each other. Nothing could go wrong, right?

[cheshirecatuniverse]

If Yamato's and Hyuga's little sisters snuck into Oya

Featuring: Yamato, Cobra, Hyuga, Fujio, Todoroki, Tsukasa, Jamuo, Yasushi

Notes: Post-Murayama Graduation. NOT EDITED.

Yamato's Baby Sister ->

Yamato's little sister is the toughest kid in daycare. You need someone to stomp a spider? She's on it. You need someone to pick up two chairs instead of one? She's the first one there.

So when she was having a play date with her friends from daycare, they were told that sneaking into the delinquent high school was the scariest and coolest thing other kids from daycare have been dared to do.

When Yamato's little sister learned that kids that had bragged going into Oya had only stepped foot in high school for only a couple of minutes, it was a call for a challenge.

"Excuse me," A small voice came out of thin air. Yasushi looked back and forth but saw absolutely no one. He swore he saw everyone leave the gymnasium after the fight with Kiyoshi and some other guy from the Chun-Chun faction.

Oh no. Was Jamuo actually telling the truth, that their high school was haunted-?

"Hello?" Something tugged the fabric of his pants. Yasushi was never so relieved when he looked down before reacting, he would have felt so bad for kicking the little girl in front of him.

He squatted down and looked at her for a long moment.

Yasushi scratched his head, "Um. Where did you come from?"

She blinked, "My mommy."

"That's not- Okay, never mind."

The little girl looked down at her shoes, tapping them together. "Uh.. I don' think 'm supposed to be here."

"Makes two of us." He jabbed a hand at her, "I think I should take you to someone that can help."

Yasushi took her down the hallways, and to her benefit, they didn't seem so scary anymore now that she wasn't alone!

Except she kinda got scared when a couple of guys came barreling down, not stopping for anything, and Yasushi had swiped the small child into his grasp before she got stomped on.

Finally, he found someone some-what responsible, Todoroki... as well as Fujio.

"Yasushi. Why do you have a baby on you?" Todoroki said trying not to sound startled.

"Nuh-uh not a baby, I'm turning five!" She pouted.

"Duh, Todoroki." Fujio crossed his arms and shook his head, "She's turning five."

She nodded very happily.

"She just popped out of nowhere. Y'know what? Maybe she's the ghost Jamuo saw here last month," Yasushi nudged the top of her head with the end of his finger. She looked up at him, almost like an exhuasted adult, as he treated her head like a bobble head.

Todoroki kicked him away, while Fujio crouched down to approach her.

Fujio smiled and patted her head, "Your mom must be worried sick. Do you know her phone number?"

She shook her head to all the guys' dismay, "No... and Mommy can't pick me up!"

"Why not?" Todoroki sighs.

"Mommy works. Yamato picks me up."

"Who's Yamato?" Fujio asks.

"My big brother!" She beams and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket. The two stick figures were her and her brother, she explained and babbled. Fujio and Yasushi both try to examine the drawing, trying to see if they can recognize anything familiar from the drawing.

While the two idiots looked closely at the child drawing, she sat with Todoroki, trying to get answers that would help.

"Do you know your address?"

"No!" She said while scribbling on a new sheet of paper Todoroki found for her.

"Okay, maybe you remember signs you've seen? Stores or restaurants you go to?"

"Oh!" She nodded and started to babble again, "Itokan! Naomi makes me yummy food and and and Cobra shares shakes with me. Strawberry shakes! Cause Yamato is a meanie... He don't like to share."

Todorki put his hands in face and cursed loud enough for Yasushi and Fujio to hear. The girl just giggled in her hands, kicking her legs back and forth.

She didn't really notice the panicked whispers and possible strangling noises as she drew her little drawings on the papers on the barely standing desk.

If this was high school, then high school is weird.

Todoroki managed to get a response from Murayama via text. Cobra's number as per requested, and reluctantly, he dialed it.

While that was happening, the little girl gave Yasushi a cat drawing with really pointy teeth and Fujio a dog with a big smile on it.

"Yamato!" She ran across the classroom and jumped right into his arms.

Yamato sighed, saying her name in clear exasperation, but held onto his sister tightly.

"Cobra!" She waved over Yamato's shoulders.

Cobra was busy taking in the situation, looking at the worn-down classroom for any suspicious activity. But it seemed that Todoroki was honest on the phone. She really did wander here on her own.

"Are you okay? Do you know what I've been doing all day? Looking for you, everyone was looking-" Yamato glared and held her up to get better look at her. She was covered head to toe in dust, her shoes turned grey and even her jeans torn a little on the bottom.

"Why are you dirty- why is she dirty?" Yamato stared down at his sister's (assumed) captors. "What the hell did you do to her?"

Cobra put a hand at his shoulder, trying to prevent him from doing anything serious.

"WHAT? She was like that wh-" Todoroki jammed a fist into Yasushi stomach to make him shut up. Meanwhile, Fujio put on his best customer service smile as his brain was racking for a suitable answer.

"Yamato, Yamato," She tugged on the collar of his shirt. "I was super sneaky. I went under the fence. I'm a spy! But, But, then they found me."

In a much gentler tone, he asked, "Pipsqueak, Did they hurt you?"

"Nuh-uh." She pointed at Yasushi, "He helped me! I was a little scared. But I like it here, they like my drawings! Can we come back Yamato??"

Still lurched over, recovering from Todoroki's punch, he rasped out, "...It's true."

Exhausted, Yamato rubbed his eyes and muttered under his breath, "I swear to god, this is the third time."

Fujio tried to offer the rest of paper they found for her to take with her but Yamato crumbled it up and threw it away. Before they left Todoroki got an angry looking cat drawing from Yamato's little sister and a subtle nod of acknowledgement from Yamato.

Cobra was the only who said "Thank you" and to "Not cause too much trouble."

Cobra turned around to look at Fujio, "Murayama said you were the best choice for Oya High. You better hope he's right."

Hyuga's Little Sister ->

• Hyuga's little sister is a problem solver. Her teacher says she applies logic well but her antics were a bit much.

• She currently was going through a bit a of a stubborn phase. When Hyuga said they were having miso soup for dinner but she wanted pasta. When Hyuga said not to stay up too late, she wanted to watch a movie right before bed. When Hyuga said she wasn't allowed to have spray paint because "You have crayons like a normal child."

• But to Hyuga's little sister crayons were so last season and she wanted her poster for her school project to look cool. When they drove by Oya High one time the spray paint looked so much better than markers and crayons.

The fifth time Hyuga said 'No' made her get on a train and end up at Oya High. She snuck into an open window (it was actually just broken).

She wandered around until she found spray paint bottles hanging around. She found the jackpot in an empty room, and this room actually had a door! She took all the spray paints and went further into the school to find more.

"What are you doing?"

She didn't flinch or jump when she got caught. She was busy standing on a desk, reaching for a can of spray paint on the shelf and successfully stuffing it in her backpack.

This room didn't have a door like the previous one. She was just about to move out of the room before this blonde guy came around.

"I'm busy. Shoo Shoo," She gestured, shooing him away.

"Are you stealing?" Tsukasa said, tilting his head at the stuffed backpack.

"No..." She pouted and crossed her arms, avoiding his eyes.

Tsukasa sighed and looked at the ceiling, thinking. "Okay, how about this? You tell me what you're doing here, and I can try to help."

"Big brother didn't wanna buy me spray paint..." She huffed again. "I don't wanna use crayons for my project."

"Does your brother go to Oya?"

"No," She shook her head and sat down, "He's older."

Then she realized she didn't know how to exactly get home.

Tsukasa asks, sitting on top of the desk across from her, "Do you know where you live? Your Mom and Dad must be really worried."

She seemed to get even smaller at his words. ".. I don't have a Mommy and Daddy. Only big brother."

"Oh," Tsukasa looked a little lost. He almost apologized but cleared his throat and smiled, "That's okay. So your big brother takes care of you, right? He must want to know where you are."

"But he might get mad," She frowns, hugging her backpack. She snuck out of school early to do this. Her brother must have been going crazy when Sakyo and Ukyo came home to tell him she was gone.

"He won't get mad," Tsukasa shakes his head, "I think he'll be happy to know you're okay."

He successfully managed to get her to agree to come with her on the rooftop. Tsukasa gave her a rubix cube he found on one of the couches for her to fiddle on while he went to get Jamuo and Fujio.

Fujio greeted her warmly, but still she scooted into the corner of the couch and fidgeted with the rubix cube.

Jamuo and Tsukasa looked through her backpack for anything that could help them find her guardian, but no luck there.

Tsukasa called her name, and she lifted her head up. "What's your brother name?"

"I'm not allowed to say," She said.

"How come?" Fujio asked.

"Big brother said not to tell people his name."

"Fujio, Tsukasa," Jamuo called out, pulling out a pink folder out of her backpack. His hands were shaking.

Alaramed, they went over while she pulled stickers out of her sweater. Graffiti was everywhere, so she thought it would be fine to stick things on the beaten up desks and chairs.

Jamuo pulled out a piece of paper out of the folder. Fujio was confused at the site of elementary school math homework. But then Tsukasa's eyes widened with a small 'Fuck.'

It had the little girl's first name and last name. Hyuga.

Tsukasa ran his hands through his hair, "We're so fucked."

Thankfully, Hyuga's casinos had phone lines. Unfortunately, they were notified that Hyuga would be arriving soon.

Tsukasa pulled all the spray paint out of her backpack to her dismay.

"But.. you said you would help me," She frowned.

"Spray paint can be dangerous to inhale," Tsukasa

replied, clearly distracted, cause he was barely paying attention to her as he put the cans of spray paint away.

There was no point in arguing, so she sulked and looked at Jamuo, who was on his knees on the floor. He was mumbling to himself, clearly not doing so great.

She tugged at Fujio's shirt, "Does he always do that?"

Fujio smiled, friendly, collected, even though his mind was in a very different place. "No, he doesn't. He'll be fine, don't worry."

Fujio let her put her stickers on the door to the roof. Letting her talk his ear off about the Hello Kitty ones and the Lightning McQueen ones her big brother bought for her.

Hyuga's presence had all of them with the same expression, like a deer in front of headlights. You could hear a pin drop before she scuffled over to Hyuga, Sakyo, and Ukyo.

She had her hands behind her back, pouting with her big puppy eyes.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Check her," Hyuga glanced at her for a moment before looking at Fujio.

Jamuo had his back bent all the way down in a deep bow while Tsukasa couldn't make eye contact or he would start sweating.

Sakyo leaned down, hands on his knees, "You okay Lil' demon? Are you hurt anywhere?"

She nodded frantically and stuck her pointer finger out, "Paper cut."

Hyuga's face became colder, and Fujio thought they were all going to die because of a paper cut.

Sakyo whistled and shook his head, "Well that's no good." His twin handed him a band-aid and Sakyo put it on her.

"Hello Kitty," She smiled at her wrapped finger.

"Are those hers?" Hyuga looked at Fujio's face and shirt. Stickers were scattered across his shirt and his cheek and chin.

"Oh, yeah," Fujio wanted to laugh, but he just smiled stiffly, "She's a good kid."

Hyuga grunted and grabbed the pastel pink backpack Ukyo handed to him. He looked down at his sister, "Did they try to steal you?"

"No, I got lost," She was using her best puppy dog eyes so he wouldn't get mad, "They gave me toys!" She stuck out her hand with the rubix cube.

Hyuga looked at the Oya students for a long time, then at the twins, and then at his sister. He gave her his hand before telling her, "We're leaving."

Just as he reached the rooftop entrance, he looked at Fujio, "Just because I made the sword alliance with Murayama, doesn't mean I made it with you. Remember that."

© 2023 chesirecatuniverse all rights reserved

[thesummerestsolstice]

Part four of my series on Rivendell's guards! Wherein I finally talk about why Hrivossa and Celecoll keep getting into arguments. You might want to read parts 1, 2, and 3 first for context.

So we pick up after the siege of Rivendell is broken by Gil-Galad's forces

Among those forces is Hrivossa and her Feanorian faction, who weren't in Eregion when it fell (they were supposed to go as reinforcements later, but never had a chance)

So Hrivossa is very relieved that her lord is alive, obviously, and fully approves of Elrond creating his own little haven in the valley

Anyway then she meets Celecoll

Let me be clear; it is absolute loathing from first sight for those two

Hrivossa is decked out in Feanorian stars, Celecoll is still wearing some old Iathrim armor, they know what they're dealing with, and they're not happy about it

They are both just sensitive enough not to start yelling obscenities at each other in the middle of Rivendell's main courtyard

Especially when Hrivossa finds out that Celecoll has been an impromptu guard for Elrond during the siege (and Celecoll finds out that Hrivossa is normally Elrond's guard)

As far as Hrivossa is concerned, Celecoll is a coward who hid behind the girdle and shamefully ran away when her kingdom needed her most, all while keeping the Silmarils from their rightful owners, and who has no business around Elrond, a good Feanorian lord

As far as Celecoll is concerned, Hrivossa is a remorseless murder who's probably still extremely dangerous, and definitely crass and improper, and who also maybe kept Elrond prisoner(?) and who has no business around Elrond, a good Sindar lord

(Sidenote: a lot of people had issues with Elrond's former jailers basically becoming the basis for his house as a lord but that's another post topic)

I want to be clear both of these people almost immediately made peace with the actual orcs they were now living with and they still hated each other

After a few loud arguments (because a few cups of elvish wine can easily overcome both their abilities to not start yelling at each other) Elrond decides he's had enough and separates them

Alternating schedules where they don't have to see each other, and now they live at opposite ends of the growing city

Problem solved, right?

Wrong!

Celecoll moves next to Hrivossa and they start fighting again

I feel like I should note that half the time they aren't even arguing in the same language

Subjects for discussion include: whether or not Thingol was bad, who the Silmarils rightfully belonged to, and most importantly, who gets to guard Elrond

Can you become a toxic divorced couple without ever being romantically involved? Local elves sure are trying

This cycle repeats several more times before Elrond decides that they clearly, like, need the enrichment from arguing or something

He gets their rooms soundproofed so that their fights don't wake anyone else up and just kind of lets it happen

For some ungodly reason yelling at each other a few times a month actually seems to help both of them be more calm and relaxed the rest of the time

Some things are unknowable, even to the wisest minds, and the reason why they're like this is one of them

[99corentine]

Afterword: Will there be a sequel to GHD?

After almost four years, GOL HAH DOV is finally a finished project. 50 chapters, just shy of 375K words (about 4-5 full novels’ worth of writing) and I don’t want to know how many hours of furiously typing, here we are at the finish line. As we started getting near the end a few people asked whether I was going to write a sequel, but the answer was too complex to put in an author’s note, so I thought I’d discuss it in more detail here.

Unfortunately, the short version of this is probably not, but let me explain why.

So, there are many things that could go in a sequel. Off the top of my head, I’ve yet to write about: the events of the Dawnguard DLC. The truth about Chrysanthe’s past. How they contend with Hermaeus Mora, who is still gunning for them. How the civil war unfolds when the First Dragonborn looks at both the Empire and Stormcloaks and says ‘nah, I’ll make my own faction’. How the Thalmor react to this. Miraak’s rise to power when he’s not allowed to use his mind control powers, and Chrysanthe’s general struggle to keep Miraak on a morally good path.

All of this could definitely make for another longfic but what I don’t have is any sort of romantic development. The trouble with writing a soulmates fic is that once the couple have overcome their personal issues, there’s very little further tension. Chrysanthe and Miraak actually got together very early in the fic (about chapter 12 out of 50) and the rest has been about them learning each other, becoming more intertwined… but I’m not really sure how they can get more intertwined, after the events of GHD. There are many external points of tension (politics, Thalmor, daedra) but there’s nothing internal - only Miraak’s dubious morality, but we already know that he’ll change his course for Chrysanthe, so what else is there to add?

Essentially, I can’t see how to further develop the relationship, and to me the romantic tension is what makes a fic worth writing. Without it, I just know that even if I started a GHD sequel, I wouldn’t have the enthusiasm to see it through to the end. Now that may change, and I might think of something new… but for the time being, I’m going to put GHD down and focus on other things.

Those other things are: 1) The Tav/Astarion Baldur’s Gate 3 longfic I’ve started, Tooth for a Tooth, which has all my attention at the minute. It’s darker than GHD but the protagonist has the same steely-stoic paladin vibe, so if you liked Chrysanthe you might like him too 2) A while ago I posted a fic idea in which the Last Dragonborn (Chrysanthe, or a totally new character) ends up in the past with pre-Apocrypha Miraak. Again this is a longfic that I’m not sure I really have the spoons for, but I’d say I’m more likely to write this than a GHD sequel 3) Various other bits and pieces, unfinished oldfics, etc.

I know that might be disappointing for some to read, but I hope my reasons make sense at least! And I hope that you still enjoy GOL HAH DOV as its own piece of work, and come back to read anything else that I might write in the future. Thank you again for coming on this Skyrim adventure with me!

[warabidakihime]

Tangled Hearts, Silent Goodbyes

You stood there, a dazed expression etched on your face, the aftermath of a grueling battle evident in your heaving chest. It was Christmas Eve, the fateful day Suguru said would be the all-out brawl war between his faction and all the other sorcerers.

As one of the pillars of Jujutsu society, alongside Gojo Satoru, you lived up to your reputation, effortlessly maneuvering through your battles. But despite your triumphs, your once-pristine uniform now lies in tatters, a casualty of the brutal intensity of the fight. Bruises and small gashes adorned your limbs, and your once-immaculate hair now resembled a disheveled bird's nest.

Yet, the toll on your own body paled in comparison to Suguru's injuries. Upon seeing him, a wince escaped your lips, betraying your concern. It was the first time you had witnessed him in such a grave state, and despite everything he had put you through, a pang of empathy tugged at your heart. The pain he inflicted when he abruptly departed without a single goodbye still reverberates within you, even to this day. The heartbreak you experienced upon discovering his defection, compounded by the knowledge of the atrocious crimes he committed, was beyond comprehension.

Each day, you questioned what more you could have done to prevent his descent into darkness, to stop him from leaving, or even from entertaining such thoughts. The weight of responsibility and self-blame pressed upon you as you berated yourself for not doing everything within your power to save him. Countless scenarios played out in your mind, each one a missed opportunity. And now, everything had culminated in this moment of despair.

You and Satoru continued to gaze at Suguru, whose injuries were severe and seemingly beyond salvation. The absence of his right arm was stark, and coupled with his other wounds, it was evident that time had already slipped away, taking with it his chance at recovery. A considerable amount of blood had been lost, leaving him in a fragile state. It was disheartening to witness the once confident sorcerer, whom you had once loved so dearly, reduced to this state of vulnerability.

After a brief exchange with Satoru, Suguru's attention turned to you. With a downcast expression, he mustered a sheepish smile and said, "Hey."

As soon as his voice reached your ears, a torrent of emotions surged within you. Happiness, sadness, hurt, frustration, adoration, and love—each vied for dominance within your heart. The truth remained: despite everything that had transpired, your love for him endured. Your heart never ceased to beat with longing, clinging to the hope that someday he would awaken from the darkness and return to you. While others had lost faith in him, you never did. And it was safe to say that Satoru shared your unwavering faith.

Unable to fully trust your voice, you kept your response short and bittersweet, "Hey."

"I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye," he confessed, his voice tinged with genuine remorse.

Ah, fuck.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and your lips quivered as you fought to suppress the cry building within you. "You should be. You broke my heart, you fucking bastard."

Suguru could only manage a weak chuckle in response to your hostility. "I suppose I deserve that." He attempted to say more, but a fit of coughing wracked his frail body, blood staining his lips.

Time was slipping away, his moments dwindling.

"Well, at the very least, let me bid you farewell this time. It's the least I—" Suguru's words were interrupted as you swiftly knelt down to his level, surprising both him and Satoru. You drew closer, reaching out to fix his hair, particularly his long fringes, and gently wiping away the blood trickling from the corners of his lips. Tears continued to flow down your cheeks as you tended to the love of your life, small whimpers escaping your lips.

"I should be punching and kicking your face for breaking my heart like that, but I guess I will always be utterly helpless when it comes to you."

By this point, Suguru's vision began to blur, his focus slipping away bit by bit. Yet he could still make out the expression on your face. His hardened demeanor softened as he watched you shower him with unwavering attention.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he uttered once more, triggering another wave of tears on your part. "I love you. I always will."

Your hands delicately cupped both sides of his face, your thumbs gently caressing his chiseled cheekbones. With trembling breaths, you poured all your emotions—the good and the bad—into your single reply, "I love you too, Suguru. Always."

Without hesitation, you leaned forward and captured his bloody lips in a sweet, loving kiss. With the last ounce of his strength, he reciprocated, though not as fervently as you. Nevertheless, it was more than enough to convey his unwavering love for you. In that poignant moment, you poured your heart and soul into the kiss, savoring every bittersweet second.

But as the intensity of the kiss waned, Satoru's touch on your shoulder brought you back to the harsh reality. His somber voice cut through the haze, calling your name, "Y/N."

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes, and in that instant, you were greeted by a pair of lifeless eyes.

Suguru is dead.

The man you had loved with every fiber of your being had left this world. Forever.

Tears streamed down your face as you whispered, "Satoru, it hurts. It hurts so bad."

Satoru, standing behind you, could only nod and emit a sorrowful hum in response. A lone tear escaped his own eyes, tracing a path down his cheek.

In that moment of shared grief, neither of you could find solace in words, for the pain was too profound and raw to be easily expressed.

[professionallyyappinabtangst]

I'll Regret It Tomorrow

TW - Very DETAILED make-out session, CHEATING, Suggestive remember how my page is 17+ AN - Soo... WC - 1120 Part 1

The tension could be cut with a knife.

 Milo’s mate dropped him off a couple of hours ago. They wanted him to hang out with Ash. Milo was against the idea but they were persistent. He didn’t know why; that was a lie.. He knew why. They saw the way they looked at each other at that party. Maybe this was them giving up. 

Telling him to be with the one he truly loved. To be with the one who had his heart. While they only held a faction. He didn’t know what hurt more. The fact that they were right in that assumption. Or the fact they’ve given up. Was he really using them as a placeholder? A temporary fix?

Yes. 

Now he sat here on the couch. One that belongs to the man who had and still has his heart. The same man who awkwardly let him inside. Who agreed to let him stay.` Who looked like he had his heart crushed. And yet he still stepped away to make snacks, while setting up a movie night for the both of them. 

This wasn’t fair, not fair to any of the parties involved. 

Milos's thoughts were interrupted by Asher walking back into the living room. 

‘’ sorry.. I didn’t have much on stand-by.. ‘’  it was true. Asher wasn’t expecting any guests and he’d eaten most of his snacks the night of the house party. 

‘’ you’re fine.. ‘’  

‘’ so.. Did.. you have a movie in mind? ‘’ Asher wanted to cut the tension. But it’s hard to cut year-old tension. 

‘’n...no.. not really.. ‘’  and Milo wanted to be anywhere but here. He can’t do this. 

‘’ I heard.. Brokeback Mountain is good.. ‘’ 

‘’ lets.. Go with that.. ‘’ Milo just wanted this conversation to be over. 

Asher walked over to turn on the Xbox and went to join Milo on the couch. It was going to be a long night. And he knew that.. As the Xbox powered on. He couldn’t help but glance at Milo. His soulmate sitting this close to him. Was the idea of being alone with him that enjoyable? 

Yes. 

They hadn’t been this close since.. That night. He didn’t want to think about that. Not tonight. This could finally be his chance to.. Make things right. To apologize.. When the green screen went black.. And eventually to the profile segment. 

Milo was flashed with his Xbox account. He remembered making it when Ash first got it. He’d thought he would have gotten rid of it. This made him wonder if he deleted his switch account off his switch. If the Xbox account was still here probably not. 

Asher logged in, going to the video section. And finding Netflix, hoping Milo would fall asleep during the movie. So he could just go hide in his room for the rest of the night. But he knew Milo and that wasn’t going to happen easily. But he could only hope. 

‘’ so.. ‘’ Milo attempted a conversation. Though he wouldn’t know what to do with a response. 

Ash didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say. He just pretended not to hear him.. Maybe if he just focused on finding this movie he’d be fine. 

Milo took that as a sign to shut up. I mean he technically did show up on his doorstep. Without warning.. Adding on the fact they haven’t had a proper conversation in years. They hadn’t been this close in months. Even at pack meetings, Asher kept his distance. 

Milo couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t ignore the burning in his chest. He couldn’t push those feelings down.. He couldn’t do it. Not while he was sitting next to him. Movie be damned. He wanted him.. No he needed him. The marking on his chest only proved the universe wanted them together too. 

‘’ Ash.. ‘’ Milo palmed the controller out of his hands. 

‘’ what.. Milo .. ‘’ the sudden contact caused him to freeze. The marking that littered his shoulder started to burn. He couldn’t do this.. 

‘’  t…thats my name.. ‘’ 

‘’  I.. need you to be honest with me.. ‘’ Milo was laying all his cards on the table. If he was going to risk this.. It wasn’t going to be for nothing.     

‘’ honest about what.. ‘’ 

‘’ Me. ‘’ 

Asher looked at his friend. What did he mean be honest? 

‘’ Tell.. me what… you wanted to say all those years ago..’’ Milo held his hands in his ‘’ tell me.. What.. you failed to tell me then.. ‘’ his eye watered as he remembered that day. He needed to hear Ash say he loved him. He loved his partner but Asher would always have his heart. 

Fuck. It. 

‘’ Milo.. I want to be your everything.. I want to be the person you wake up too. I need to be the person you hold when you’re down. I need that.. But i need that with you.. You Milo Greer. ‘’ 

Asher couldn’t believe the words that left his mouth. And he couldn’t believe Milo either.. He had a partner. Someone who loved him.. Someone he fell for. And yet here he sat. in front of him. Begging to hear some words that never left his mouth. Words he promised would never leave his mouth. 

And maybe in a moment of passion and desperation. Milo kissed him. And he kissed him back. Pulling him onto his lap; were they really about to do this? 

Yes.                  

For once in his life Asher stopped thinking and let his body take control. And god did it feel good. Milo's warm body against his, lips intertwined. God he didn’t want this to end. He didn’t know when he’d feel this warmth again. 

And he wasn’t going to waste it. Not again. Not ever.. 

Asher pulled away, causing Milo to open his eyes. He was confused.. 

‘’ I need you to tell me this..is what you want..I Need you to tell me.. You won’t regret this. ‘’ 

Asher was getting desperate. He needed him.. But he needed to know for sure. This is what he wanted too. 

‘’ I won’t.. Whatever happens after.. I’ll deal with it. Just, please.. ‘’ 

Once again lips met skin.. And god the noises that escaped his mouth were just as good as he imagined. He bet his partner couldn’t make him feel like this. Asher made his way down Milo’s neck while he made music under him. 

He needed more. 

‘’ clothes.. I.. need to feel.. More.. ‘’ Asher whined in his ear. And Milo gladly offered a solution. 

As he slid his shirt over his head. And Asher eyed his tattoo. The one they shared. The one that let him know. Milo Greer was his. And smiled. 

Though Milo lied. 

He’d Regret It Tomorrow. 

He knows he will. But god did it feel good. 

[eye-merely-jest]

instead of finishing my oc's reference thing for artfight im gonna bitch about this thing thats been rotting my brain for god knows how long –

WHERE ARE ALL THE ARTISTS IN THE FALLOUT UNIVERSE ?????

i LITERALLY think about this on the daily, where are the musicians where are the writers where are the painters where are the basket weavers WHERE ARE THE FUCKING ARTISTS !!!???! in ALL the games (and the show for that matter) theres only like,, a couple that come to mind ??? and even then, at best they're bloodthirsty psychopaths. (lookin' at you pickman and redeye) ,,, (cut here as to not be obnoxious !!)

and, i mean, hey, listen. i LOVE my bloodthirsty psychopath artists as much as the next guy, but art as a whole is so scarce in the wasteland from what we see in canon that it gets to be very disappointing that this is seemingly all we've got !!!

like, you're SERIOUSLY telling me right now that theres not a single guy said "FUCK YOU BING CROSBY I'M TAKING MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS SO I NEVER HAVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR DEAR HEARTS AND GENTLE PEOPLE EVER AGAIN !!!!" or even something as simple as !! "i'm gonna draw caesar and president aaron kimball having hot steamy passionate gay sex."

and there's SO many layers to this in my noggin as well, like, HRRGHGGVBVBVM.

GRAFFITI!!! I LOVE WHENEVER WE SEE GRAFFITI!!! particularly the loading screens in new vegas is what comes to mind, since those ones are SO interesting to me. like, it varies from faction to faction what's being written, and we're able to see this visual representation of the tiniest, most indirect ways that groups like the ncr and the legion are at war with each other. its SO fucking cool and it makes me SO insane. WHICH IS WHY I WANT TO SEE MORE OF THIS !!!!

and this is just the EENSIEST POSSIBLE EXAMPLE of what could be done with artistic themes in these godforsaken games !!!! GOD its such a fascinating concept and i could go on about this for HOURS. (and who knows, maybe i will later)

FUCK MY BRAINS ALL OVER THE PLACE NOW AND I CANT THINK COHERENTLY ANYMORE !!! GOT TOO SILLY !!!! I'VE BARELY COVERED ALL I WANTED TO BUT IF I DON'T FINISH THIS NOW I NEVER WILL !!!! AUAUUGG

anyway :). I WANT BETHESDA TO DO THAT THING THAT CD PROJECKT RED DID WITH CYBERPUNK 2077 AND GET MUSIC MADE SPECIFICALLY FOR THE GAME AND ITS LORE AND ITS HISTORY AND damn i love cyberpunk's music END TWEET !!

[fullyfazed]

I keep thinking about the possibilities for the next* life series so now you all get to be subjected to my thoughts.

*not confirmed yet, just based on hope and an implied future for the series

Like I said in my other post I would LOVE for there to be a large snow biome on the map, but that got me thinking about other biomes and land features which have been under-repped in seasons past.

So I made a topographical map. Of course.

The big feature would be the stony peaks which would surround spawn (located on an island in a lake). The mountains could be used as a wall for those living inside, a lookout point for anyone living on it, and it would serve as a natural terrain challenge when it came to brawls and inter-faction attacks.

The other large geological feature would be the cavern/ravine. Another feature which could work as a base and/or difficult terrain, but could also be a good entry point for mines and the deep dark.

As for the biomes themselves I think it would be cool to use them not only because they haven't really shown up yet, but because of the aesthetics, dynamics, and building styles associated with them would be so fun to see in a season (plus the fanart would be sick)

These are just some examples but it could be interesting if there was a tree house village in the jungle, a secure winter base in the mountains, or maybe even an apocalyptic wasteland in the badlands. Obviously there are tons of other variations of bases that could be built in these areas, but these were the first that came to mind.

But Fazed, you cry, what will the gimmick be?

Well I'm so glad you asked because I have two main ideas, both of which involve an aspect of randomness. They'd be built off the original 3rd life system, so keep that in mind :)

The first idea is that every session, there's a random server-wide event. The event could be anything, like every player turns invisible, a random green turns red for the session, or a tornado shows up. Something that will bring an aspect of chaos to the server as a whole, and could potentially increase in dangerousness as the series progresses. There would only be one event per session, and there would be no way to predict what it will be, so they'd have to be handled in a similar way that the secrets are handled in Secret Life.

The second idea steams from double life, but instead of 2 players being connected, the server is split into teams, each with 3-6 players. Teams are randomized at the start of the series, and players switch teams (also randomized) when they die. So there's a real chance that someone could be caught in a trap and then forced to join their killers teams. Health wouldn't be linked for obvious reasons, but I think there could be potential in having shared status effects, inventories, or team synergy bonuses (couple seconds of resistance if your whole team is together, strength boost when all members attack one enemy, regen when eating together, things like that).

Personally I could see both of these ideas working in tandem but I understand how that could be overwhelming when it comes to the creation and execution of the series, so seeing them on their own should also work.

That's about it, I don't really have a good name for this yet but if you like any of the ideas in here please consider adopting them into your psyche.

[esperata]

Recommended reads

There's a lot of different Batman media and I've written versions of riddlebird for many of them. I've selected one of my stories from each fandom to hopefully give people a taste of the variety. Expect more to be added as I write for new shows or old ones I haven't got to yet.

Batman (1966) Sixties - G - Words: 4,385 As the years go on the invites turn from weddings to baby showers to funerals. In their line of work though, Penguin and Riddler consider themselves lucky to have made it thus far together. (Old Married Couple) (Wakes & Funerals)

Batman - All Media Types Minesweeper - G - Words: 269 Batman had finally navigated the typical Riddler labyrinth but what he finds isn't exactly what he expects. (Gamer Ed) (Sleepy Penguin) (Fluff)

Batman: Arkham (Video Games) Arkham Games - E - Words: 19,477 Factions are at play backing Penguin into a corner. And if that wasn't enough to be dealing with, he also has to fathom whatever is going on between him and Riddler. (Canon-Typical Violence) (Homophobic Language) (Sexual Tension) (Friends With Benefits) (except not really friends) (Stubborn Denial) (Hand Jobs) (Blow Jobs) (Frottage) (Semi-Public Sex) (Masturbation) (Rough Sex) (Anal Sex)

Batman: Caped Crusader Homme d'affaires - T - Words: 5,697 Edward Nashton just needs to land a big sale. What he finds is a whole other world of possibility. (salesman) (Implied/Referenced Torture) (Choking)

Batman (Comics) The Mind Is A Fragile Thing - G - Words: 2,454 Riddler is undergoing treatment in Arkham and Penguin is not happy about it. (Bruce Wayne) (Arkham Asylum) (Mental Health Issues)

Batman (Movies 1989-1997) Anything Yours Can Do - T - Words: 1,954 Helping Batman out was supposed to be a bit of fun. So how did she end up arguing with Riddler over who had the best lover? (Arguing) (Bragging) (Relationship Comparisons) (BatCat) (Guess which wins)

Batman Ninja (2018) Ridorā Kitsune - G - Words: 2,830 When Penguin is brought with several others to ancient Japan by an experiment gone wrong, he has a wealth of things to concern him. Not least of which is what precisely might have happened to Riddler. (Japan) (Canon time travel) (Friendly Kidnapping)

Batman: The Animated Series Do You Mind? - T - Words: 36,330 The tale of how Penguin and Riddler met, became friends, and then something more. "Words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find." (Canon Compliant) (Arkham Asylum) (The Iceberg Lounge) (First Meetings) (Friends to Lovers) (Ed Is Oblivious)

Batman: The Brave and the Bold The Brave And The Bold - G - Words: 2,088 Fortune favours the brave, they say, but Riddler is stacking the odds in his favour as he approaches Penguin for a date. (Courtship) (Crimes & Criminals)

Batman: The Telltale Series (Video Games) Bedye Art - G - Words: 1,550 The failure of Penguin's plans had merely been a stumbling block. Now, however, he had a far more pressing concern. (Blackgate Penitentiary) (Canonical Character Death)

Batwheels (Cartoon) In The Air Tonight - T - Words: 2,150 After a heist gone wrong, Penguin and Riddler find themselves trapped with very little to distract them but each other. (Ferris Wheels) (First Kiss)

Batwoman (TV 2019) Little Bird - T - Words: 4,017 Alice has left the city to undergo rehabilatitation in a private establishment run by someone very familiar with the trials faced by those seeking help in Gotham. (long separation) (Presumed Dead)

Gotham (TV) Everything Old Is New Again - G - Words: 9,722 If you had the power to go back in time, what would you hope to change? And would you do it? Those are the questions Edward is facing now he and Oswald are free for the first time in ten years. (Time Travel) (Post-Season/Series 05 Finale) (Sharing a Bed) (Jealous Edward Nygma) (Love Confessions)

Harley Quinn (Cartoon 2019) Groping For Trout In A Peculiar River - T - Words: 2,350 Riddler's attempted seduction of Penguin is curtailed but things aren't quite what they appear. (Misunderstandings) (Flirting) (Awkwardness)

Teen Titans Go! Easy Escape - T - Words: 4,835 Edward is taking Oswald out on a proper date today, whether Arkham likes it or not. (First Dates) (Museums) (Aquariums) (Theatre) (toy shop) (Pier) (Innuendo)

The Batman (Cartoon 2004) Take These Broken Wings - T - Words: 13,508 Riddler has barely escaped the Batman but his trouble might not be over as he runs into another criminal acquaintance. Its a good thing he doesn't have a crush on him or anything otherwise things might get awkward. (Injury) (Hurt/Comfort) (Developing Relationship) (Bathing/Washing) (Gay Oswald Cobblepot) (Bisexual Edward Nygma)

The Batman (Movie 2022) Boss - E - Words: 5,555 In the wake of Gotham's flooding, Ed once again turns up at the Iceberg Lounge. (Anal Sex) (Riding) (Communication)

The LEGO Batman Movie (2017)/LEGO Batman: The Movie - DC Super Heroes Unite (2013) Private Island - T - Words: 8,282 Penguin has got himself a luxury island and his fellow rogues have been invited for a visit. One in particular has an ulterior motive for going though. (Bad Flirting) (Attempted Seduction) (Riddler has a crush) (Jealousy)