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naburi · 3 months ago

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DO YOU THINK I’M PRETTY?

MOMO X READER

TAGS: NTR, GANGBANG, DOUBLE PENETRATION, MOUTHFUCK, CREAMPIE, REVENGE SEX

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You heard men laughing in the background, they can’t comprehend what is happening right before their eyes. It was 6 cocks surrounding a kneeling girl who's still in her school uniform. The video shows your childhood friend trying to put two cocks in her mouth.

It’s a slow afternoon in the campus, the professor's voice can’t find its way into your ear as you seem too deep in your thoughts. You want to have a conversation with her to know how she let that happen. Momo is your childhood friend, you grew up together and you know she’s not that type of person. How can the innocent and naive girl, who easily gets scared over the smallest of things let herself get used like a fuckdoll by the varsity team.

One of the varsity players in the video is your classmate, he boastingly shows you the video of them doing it with Momo. He said they invited Momo to a late night celebration as they won over a rival division. He said the girl knew that it was all men there but still decided to hang out. You wanted to ask for more details but your classmates easily got irritated and jokingly said that you should see how she’s begging them to not stop filling her holes. It made you angry how he brags about it but it also made you feel jealous, if it wasn’t for your shyness, you could have confessed your feelings to your childhood friend.

You decided to message her later in the night, you wanted to make sure that she’s okay. You’re in limbo if you should open up about the video you saw but you’re afraid to make her uncomfortable.

“He cheated with my classmate,” Momo said in the text message. The star player of the varsity team breaks her heart. This is her first relationship and first heartbreak, you can’t imagine how hurt she must have felt.

“Can I visit you tomorrow?” You asked, you wanted to comfort her, it’s been a long time since you spent time with one another. She has been distant to you ever since she got a boyfriend.

You’re infront of her apartment waiting for her to open the door, you are bringing canned beers and some snacks just like she requested. Momo welcomes you with her “just woke up” face. She’s wearing a tight crop top which gives you a better look of her nipples as she’s not wearing anything underneath, her exposed skinny waist which looks like she hasn't eaten anything good for a while, and her loose shorts that’s hanging too low in her small waist. This look of her made you feel hot the seconds you saw her.

You made fun of how she probably hasn't taken a bath for a few days which she loudly denies those allegations, you keep exchanging insults and banters like how it was when you were younger. Sitting comfortably in her living area, Momo opens the canned bears as the conversation gets serious. She’s tearing up while explaining how she found her boyfriend cheated on her. They have been together for a few months and she admitted that she gives her virginity to him because he threatens to break up with her.

“I watched a video of my boyfriend getting his dick sucked by my classma…,” she can’t finish her sentence as she’s still hurt by what he found on her ex’s phone.

Momo stated that she wants to hit back at her ex by “dating” one of his teammates, not telling her that you know what really happened, how you watched a video of the 6 teammates taking turns putting their dick on her destroyed tight pussy. Momo is laying on her back in a small dining table, lifted skirt, exposed boobs through her opened up uniform, masturbating dicks on both her hands, her tongue giving two dicks equal attention, one member pumping his dick inside her while the other member is making sure that all of this are getting recorded.

She asked to cheer bottles before you both drank the beer. She goes on to share how terrible her boyfriend is while your mind is playing the part of the video where the girl in front of you is getting her mouth stuffed by a thick cock while his pussy getting rammed at the same time. The boys in the background loudly cheer about the erotic scene they are witnessing. Some of them are getting their hands through her tight body feeling up all of her softness. Some slaps and grope her boobs while it’s aggressively moving due to the pounding she’s taking in both directions. The video closed up on her drooling mouth while she’s still getting mouthfucked, then it pans out to her crempied pussy while it’s still getting pounded hard.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” The more she drinks, the more Momo opens up to you. You were stunned by her sudden questions, you remember the times that you almost confessed to her but pulled back at the last second.

“I like you,” you said softly, maybe it’s the alcohol but you finally found courage to confess to her. You're looking at her in the eyes hoping for an answer.

“Kiss me,” Momo said with a straight face. She doesn’t have the same feelings for you but the fact that one person likes her is enough for her.

Your body moves first before you can comprehend what’s happening. You started to kiss her aggressively knowing you waited for this for a long time. Your hands sink down as you grope her boobs, wanting more, you pull up her crop top. You pinch and pull her hard nipples which made Momo moan. You made her lay down on her sofa while kissing hard on her neck making sure she will go to school with the hickeys you made.

You remember how the 6 boys left kiss bruises all over her body, not wanting to get out done, from her neck to her tits, you made sure to leave as many hickeys as they left.

Momo felt hot the way you hungrily kissed her body. She guides your head to her shorts. You notice the wet spot forming in her shorts, you pull down to see how wet she is. This is the same pussy that gets rammed by the players. Blinded by anger, you put two fingers quickly inside her. Momo gasped by your sudden movement, she starts to moan loudly as you ram your fingers directly into her g-spot. She has no idea that this aggressiveness stems from pain you felt after watching her get gangbanged.

“FUCK ME PLEASE” she shouted out with her orgasm.

You wasted no time, you aligned your cock in her entrance. Looking at her in the eyes, she have the same look back when they are taking turns fucking her. She’s looking at you like she’s pleading to get her pussy pounded hard, which you’re more than happy to give. You hold her small waist to fuck her hard from the get go. You wanted to fuck her more aggressive than they did to her, you pound your dick inside out to her like you want her pussy to only remembers your cock.

Momo can only moan with her eyes closed as she’s getting overwhelmed by the pleasure your dick is giving. She remembers the time that she caught you staring at her body but doesn’t confront you with it to retain your friendship, she never thought you could fuck her as hard as your doing right now.

You put her thick legs over your shoulder to get deeper inside her, this made Momo intensely moan, you go deeper each thrust making sure you feel all of her inside. You felt her inside walls tighten, signaling she’s near orgasm again. Your thrusts get harder as you're about to cum as well. She asked you to pull out but you remember how all of the boys creampie on her, felt insulted by her suggestions, you fucked her pussy rapidly making both of you orgasm in unison.

You pulled out and watched how your cum, drip out of her. She moves her body to the side like she’s about to sleep which you didn’t let her. You move her head hanging over the sofa just her position in the video. Momo is trying to protest but you are hellbent on destroying her holes more than they did to her. You shove your stiff cock in her mouth, you see the form of your cock down her throat. The girl is mumbling, trying to say something but you pull your cock just to hardly put it back down her throat. You hold her head in position as you continue your rampage against her mouth.

You saw her mouth drool just like it did in the video, which pushed you even more to pump her mouth longer. You notice that she’s stopped mumbling which makes you worry that you go too far. You pulled out your cock but kept slapping your wet dick to her face reminding her that you’re not with her. Momo gasped for air but it didn’t take long before you put it back inside her throat to continue using her mouth. The girl is moving her tongue around your cock while it’s inside her mouth to give you more pleasure, accepting her faith that she's your fuckdoll now. This added pleasure made your cock twitch. You groan Momo’s name as you leave out a huge load deep down her throat. Untidy hair, teary eyes, cum drooling out her mouth. You made Momo a mess.

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bunnys-kisses · 4 months ago

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cw: smut/pwp, mafia au, aftercare, roleplay, sane and consensual, power play, mafia boss!lewis, missionary sex, unprotected sex, "virgin"!reader, reference to au-typical violence

moanco was beautiful. it was the kind of place that felt picturesque. there was beauty to the area that left you stunned, even after all this time in it. it seemed like every day the sun shined.

but there was a small issue, you were.. wrapped up in a situation. you never expected yourself to ever find yourself involved with the mafia but here you were. in front of one the head boss of a division of a family that hailed from the united kingdom.

the man seated across from you was handsome. his dark eyes loomed over you like an impending force, the rings on his fingers looked expensive but could also deal damage if he were to throw a punch. surprisingly there were no guards around.

you were in his dining room, he smiled at you and then took a sip of his wine. you shifted in your seat unable to take a sip of yours, the nerves ate at your stomach.

"you look scared." he noticed, "there's no reason to be scared."

you swallowed, "i think i have good reason to be scared. you're a scary man, lewis hamilton." you tried to reach for your glass but found yourself too shy.

he chuckled, "i guess you should've thought of that before you took out that loan from the family. it wasn't a small amount either." he rapped his fingers against the expensive table, "actions have consequences, miss."

you replied, "i'll do anything to make up the cost, i've already told you my reasons for why i had to take the money." you swallowed, "it was greatly needed and i'll do what i can to make it all back to you, sir."

he rested his cheek against his hand and smiled at you, "sir, huh? i like the way you say it. comes off your tongue so easily. but, i can think of a few ways that you could make it up to me. i'm not an easy man to buy, dear."

you swallowed, "i don't know if i have much to give in all honesty." you ducked your head. you heard the chair lewis was sitting in be pushed back and him walk towards you. you caught sight of his perfectly shined shoes.

he took you by the chin and made you looked up at him. he smiled at you, most likely a lot softer than he would towards most people. he rubbed your cheek with his thumb. his rings felt nice against your hot skin. he said, "i could get a pretty price for you."

you leaned back, "no, no. please, anything but that. i..i don't want to be sold."

he crowded your space more, both hands now on your face. he raised his eyebrows at you, "well, you'll need to pay back somehow, right? you're running out of options, dear."

"please sir." you swallowed, "please, please, please. i.. i can't!" you felt the anxiety buzz in your mind

"if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?" he said, almost like a promise. he didn't want to hear your grovelling. he hated when people grovelled.

you leaned a little further into his touch, not knowing what else to do. you were running out of options, "i..i wouldn't mind being yours... personally. if i can pay it back through sex." you looked up at him, a glimmer in your eye as you hoped he'd accept your offer. it was all you had to give, to give him your body.

he chuckled, "you want to pay me with sex? i guess you must have a whole bunch of fun tricks then?"

your gaze adverted his, "um.. sir... i'm actually a virgin.. only i've ever touched myself." you felt pin pricks of anxiety along your neck.

lewis laughed, it was the kind of laugh that came from deep in the gut. he pulled you up to him from your chair, he looked down at you with a smiled, "you're willing to give em your virginity. well, aren't i special then."

slowly you were brought to lewis' large bedroom. this room alone was worth more than the rent of your tiny studio apartment in a bed part of town. you swallowed when his hands were on your back.

he already taken the necklace off of you and now he was slowly pulling down the zipper of your dress. exposing the skin of your back to him. he placed a hand in the center of your back and rubbed it, "mmm, so soft. so delicate. i could break you in two."

you swallowed, "you wouldn't, right?" you wanted to reassurance.

he chuckled as he got the dress down off your body. then wrapped his tattooed arms around you. he kissed at your jaw and you shuddered. he said, "of course not, it's going to take a long time to make it all back for me. i can't break you on my first ride, that's just a bad investment." his hands then lingered to the waistband of your cute red panties.

everything about you was painfully cute. you were dedicated to making it all back to him. to not be under the thumb of the mafia, but lewis had a hunch that it would take a long time before that happened.

and by the curves of your body and the softness of your lips. how pretty your breasts felt in his large hands. oh, he had every intention of keeping you around for a while.

he kneaded your breasts through your thin bra, he whispered in your ear, "someone was anticipating tonight. were you hoping to get lucky, miss?" he pinched your nipples through the thin fabric.

"i wanted to dress to impress, sir." you said meekly, "in case anything happened." you could feel his erection in his slacks as he rubbed himself up against you.

he kissed the base of your neck and said, "so sweet. maybe if you're a good girl, next time we meet, i'll get you something a little more expensive." it was clearly obvious that everything came from a value pack at a department store. not that he minded obviously, means he could rip them in the future and have them replaced with ease.

however the idea of ripping something off you that cost more than a semesters tuition also made something stir in lewis' gut. so many things to do with this little treat in his home.

he got you fully undressed then told you to get on the bed. he undressed as well and you got a good look at his toned body. you swallowed and tried to advert your gaze to show some kind of respect to the boss. he chuckled and said, "don't hide yourself, beautiful. you can look."

you made eye contact with him and he smiled at you. the most dangerous man in this part of the continent. he was smiling at you, and it made heat pool in your gut.

he didn't kill you on the spot, but rather he was about to fuck you as he got those calvin klein briefs off. when he exposed his hard cock to you, you wanted to look away again. but catching onto your tricks, he said, "eyes on me, beautiful. i like to see the woman i'm fucking's face." then got onto the bed with you.

you were soon under him. he had you by the hips as you rested on your tailbone. the perfect angle to slot his cock into you. you said, "i don't know if it'll fit."

he chuckled, a bit of danger in his tone, "oh. it better fit. or else i'm going to throw you to my boys and when they're done with you, anything will fit that pussy of yours." he could practically feel the skip in your heartbeat. he grabbed at your hips as he rubbed his cock across your slick pussy. he didn't quite sink in yet, wanting to tease the both of you first.

"please, sir. don't hurt me."

"oh, no, no. when you came into my house. i was wondering how to clean up your blood all over the wall. they don't make that paint colour anymore. but watching you over the course of our meal made me hungry for something else." he took his cock in one hand and guided his cock into you, "in this world, my dear. when you are given a gift, you hold onto it. and you, are quite the gift." he pressed a soft kiss against your cheek.

you winced at the feeling of his cock inside of you, the heft of it in your sweet pussy made your insides feel warm. you shivered a little and his lips were on you.

"where have they been keeping you all this time." he kissed at your jaw, "mmm, you feel perfect." he rocked against you. he could feel the pleasure go to his brain, "such a pretty thing. yeah? you like this?"

you nodded and reached out for him. you were getting into the groove of it all. you could feel the heat across your body, it almost felt like burning. your core throbbed for him. this dangerous man fucking you.

he chuckled, "perfect fit for me, and on your first time too. sometimes it takes a while for little things like you to fit around me. but you're just a nice fit. should i be worried that you were lying to me about being a virgin."

you batted your eyelashes at him, "no, sir. i wouldn't lie to you." and he pressed his chest up against yours. you held onto him tighter as the two of you moved together. your movements were soft and unsure. a sign that you hadn't done this before.

he captured your lips once more and moved faster. he found his pace as he thrusted. he could feel the sweat on his back and your nails digging into his skin. he swallowed back the pleasure as he continued to move. you were just so fucking cute.

who let you even take that loan out? they should've just given you the money based on how precious you looked. there should've been no questions. he heart hammered deep in his chest. for such a cold man, when he was with you it all melted.

he could feel the pleasure hit him in the chest as he thrusted up against you. god, you were perfect. the kisses were sloppy and soon his pace had gained enough speed that it was a tad erratic. he yearned for the rush of pleasure that was hitting all the right parts of his brain.

you really were something.

"sir." you said.

"shh. shh, be a good girl. just let me fuck you." his voice was a tad tight.

you dug your nails into his strong shoulders, right up against his tattoos. his lips were on you as you moaned against him. you tightened your legs around him as he bumped his cock into you. when you pulled away. you gasped, "i love you."

he chuckled, his smile big at the sight of your blissed out state, "oh don't worry, honey. i love you too." a slip in the little play you two were having. but he couldn't help it, not when it came to his wife. (oops).

you tensed up and held onto him tightly you. you came around his cock, a wet ring formed around the base of his heavy cock as he continued to bury it inside of you. you let out a small noise and it drove him wild.

he continued his pace, it was a little erratic. this was less the sexy roleplay you two were doing and more two lovers tumbling in the sheets together. oh well, lewis didn't care. he just loved the feeling of you.

close after your orgasm, he had his own. he held onto you by the sides then kissed you on the lips. he groaned into the kiss and tensed up as he finished inside of you. when he went over the peak, he relaxed against you. his face ended up in your chest as he relaxed against you.

"mmm, honey." you said softly.

"you are crazy." he said as he looped an arm around you. he kissed the side of your face, "when i said we could try anything, i wasn't expecting mean mafia boss takes advantage of a poor girl."

lewis hamilton was your husband, had been for two years now. while the fact he was a head boss was true, you were far from an innocent young lady who fell into his trap. you were his wife, the most precious thing to grace this planet. lewis worshiped you like a divine being, so it was hard for him to be so rough with you.

he kissed at your face and said quiet 'i love you's as he made sure that every inch of you was okay. that he didn't take your little roleplay too far tonight.

he got you in one of his old t-shirts, then he got you under him. not to fuck you again. but to just hold. his grip on you was firm, but not painful. he was one of the scariest men in europe. but in the warm intimacy of your shared bedroom, he adored you.

eventually he looked at you, those dark eyes gleaming in the yellowing light of the lamp. he traced patterns across your arm as he said, "next time, how about you be the mean mafia boss. and i'll be the poor in debt fool. maybe you can put those rope skills to use.' his bare thigh rubbed against your soaked cunt.

you held his face then kissed him, "sounds like a plan to me, mister hamilton." then smiled at him. <3

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atarathegreat · 1 year ago

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Inciting Incidents

Featuring: Keisuke Baji, Nahoya Kawata, Shuji Hanma, Sanzu Haruchiyo

Genre: Very dramatic, very "Worldstar"

Synopsis: Fuck Around and Find Out

Damn him if he hadn't seen the way this other girl was trying to one up you. She was always trying to cling to him and the others, talking louder than you, interrupting you, and trying to keep the attention on herself. Keisuke hated when the girl would invite herself to a captains meeting. Sure, you went, but that's because the other captains and even the commander and vice commander liked you and valued your opinion. No one had any idea who this girl was, just that she showed up one day with Emma and never. Fucking. Left.

Keisuke stood at the head of his division, Chifuyu just behind him, with you standing very still in front of him. His arms wrapped firmly around your neck, with your hands hanging from his wrists, giving him the perfect opportunity to whisper in your ear. "That girl is here again." Keisuke grumbled, his chin on your shoulder.

"Okay?" You whispered back, "Why is that our concern?"

He shrugged, "I've noticed she thinks she can talk over you."

The way you giggled made him curious. Did you truly not care to notice? "Take it easy, Keisuke. So what she wants attention?" You looked up at him.

He rolled his eyes, "She hangs off all of us. Me included."

A sly grin covered his face as you tensed. Now he was going to burrow deep and make you angry. "She's very vocal when you're around. Like she wants to be more important than you. Apparently, so I've heard, she thinks she can get all our attention and we'll fall for her."

Your chest filled and deflated slowly, Keisuke knew he had you.

"She talks over you so-"

"Enough, Keisuke." You cut him off, your eyes glaring over to where the girl and Emma were sat, "I've heard enough."

For everything you were, you were not patient.

Everyone went silent as you walked across the courtyard of the shrine to the two girls, placing your hands on your hips as you stood before the problem.

"Uhh, can I...help you?" She raised an eyebrow at you.

No one moved as you smiled. They knew that smile, and it was a bad omen. "No. But, let me help you." You said it so sweetly, as if you were going to fix her hair so she could impress someone, "Enough trying to be seen. No one here is impressed and no one here cares. You're annoying and rude."

She spat back at you, going on some rant you didn't care to listen to. You didn't want to yank her around by her hair, but damn if your hands weren't itching to have the strands clenched in them. It was when she called you yesterdays whore that you finally gave in, curling your fingers in her hair and jerking her from the bench.

It was a shrine after all, so you had to take her down to the parking lot.

The captains, vice captains, commander, vice commander, and Emma followed you down the steps. She was thrashing around, you being the only thing keeping her from falling, "Stop whining. You asked for this."

It wasn't a day for you unless Nahoya had slammed somebodies septum into their brain. And so far, he was seeming pretty calm.

"Hoya, are you okay?" You looked up at him, his usual smile plastered on perfectly. Nahoya looked down at you, "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

Truly, you had no response. If you said he was acting strange because he hadn't busted a guy up, he'd pick some rando walking by. Definitely something you wanted to avoid. Instead, you shrugged and continued to walk in silence with him.

It was nice to see him so calm and quiet, a juxtaposition from his usual demeanor. Souya would never believe you.

"Take a picture with me!" You pulled out your phone, flipping it open and clicking on the camera. Nahoya took the device, strapping you to his side and clicking a quick picture of you both smiling, "There, babe. Why, though?"

"Just wanted a picture of us." You leaned into him as you walked, discretely sending the photo to Souya. Nahoya hummed, leading you carefully to keep you from bumping into anything.

Until some dude decided it would be a good idea to shoulder check you, making you drop your phone. Nahoya's smile dropped, "Excuse you."

Shit.

Nahoya managed to clear a clean fifty foot radius as he dragged the guy all around. By the time your boyfriend felt the guy had enough the poor sod had a black eye, busted lip, a gash in his cheek, and a broken nose. Seeing him fight always made you a little shaky, adrenaline wasn't your thing.

"Excuse your bitch."

Double Shit.

"Alrighty!" Nahoya wiped a small splatter of blood from his cheek, "Let's go!"

Hanma was already having a shitty day. There was nothing for him to do after ditching school, and you weren't on board with leaving class to hang out with him. So, he did the only thing he could do. Hanma showed up to your class.

Your teacher paused his lecture as a commotion was heard just outside the door, but you knew whose laughter was drilling through the door. "Y/n, isn't that your boyfriend?" The girl next to you whispered. You wanted to disappear into the ground, and wished for death the second Hanma threw the door open.

Naturally, your teacher went to keep this random boy from entering the class. "Excuse me, young man, I'm conducting a lecture right now." He was a kind man, he'd have more luck with the soft tone, but this is Hanma we're talking about. You saw the way his eyes went from shining to bored all over again, but when he saw that your teacher was shorter than him, that familiar glint returned.

"See you after school!" You hissed to the girl beside you, jerking your bag from the floor and rushing forward.

"Baby! There ya' are!" Hanma hugged you tightly when you were close enough, "Wanna go for a ride? Me and you?"

It gave Sanzu a sense of superiority to have you in his lap at his little meeting, the most trusted of his division sat around him. He'd picked out your outfit that morning, the shorts and tank top allowing him to see as much of your body as he wants as you scrolled through whatever apps on your phone. Sanzu wasn't too concerned about what you were doing, he could see it and your facial expressions gave away whatever you were thinking.

"Sanzu, sir?" One of his men cleared their throat, pulling his attention away from you, "I hate to interrupt your moment, but this meeting is very important..."

The man was silenced by the glare Sanzu sent to him, "Then speak about the meeting. You should already know I've been listening."

And he had been, he was extremely aware of the shipments he was going to be getting and when. Sanzu kept up with all of it outside of these ridiculous meetings, he didn't want to waste time if there was something getting stolen or a truck was going to be late. After all, he had to make sure things ran smoothly for Mikey.

"My darling." Sanzu relaxed, "Tell this moron what's been discussed so far."

Without looking up from your phone, you droned on, "Three shipments arrived in Shibuya at three in the evening, two of six arrived in Tenjiku and it's suspected the other four are being delayed due to tracking issues. Two men were caught in Musashi with seven pounds of the shipment, and they were promptly disposed of." Then you mocked the man, "Sanzu, sir, this is a very important meeting."

The man, the one you'd mocked, stood abruptly, "No woman-"

Sanzu stood and settled you in his seat, "Rest easy, my darling. Don't look up."

The only time Sanzu "The Mad Dog of Bonten" Haruchiyo was calm, was when you were involved. He swore to himself that you would never see him go crazy, and he'd always kept to it, and he knew you would listen to whatever he said. None of the other men moved as he slammed the older guy against the wall, "Finish your sentence. Now. No woman..."

"No woman should speak up like that..." The man was practically pissing himself as Sanzu's grin spread. Two hits in and he was already spitting out teeth, but Sanzu didn't stop until the man was unconscious.

"Darling, what's our rule?" He asked, not turning to you. He didn't have to, he knew you kept your eyes on the phone.

You chuckled, "I'm free to speak as long as I don't interrupt you."

"Good girl."

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leonstoenailunderhisbed · 8 months ago

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A Southern Myth

Summary: Leon had been sent to a rural place in Texas where sightings of a BOW were reported. But upon entering the forgotten town, he began to get entangled in a horrific twist of events involving a religious cult. Things escalate and now he must survive with the help of a girl who doesn’t believe in anything.

Warning: horror. religion. mentions of blood and gore like description. cult activities. violence. swearing. reader is fem. there is no romance/smut.

A/N: omg I’ve never written something like this before🙈 CAPCOM should hire me for script writing.

“You believe you're on the righteous path, you believe you're a force for good, but you're not.” - John Seed, Far Cry 5

“Come forth, my children. Let your souls become pure under His guidance.”

“Let us rejoice in purity as we bathe in this sacrifice. Let us become one for Him, for He has been waiting.”

The sound of the dirt rolling under the car’s wheel made the road feel bumpy for Leon. The heat was intense the further he went into the rural side of what was once a town named Giligand in Texas. Once a lively town that had become a ghost town.

Until a group of religious settlers took over the desert land and claimed it their new home. They built their own society, far away from modern civilization. The orange and dried plants surrounding the new town as the wind blew hard. The sun intensified and caused Leon’s sweat to trickle down his body.

Right in the middle of nowhere is where he got sent- yet again. The D.S.O has assigned Leon a more haunting mission. The government division found in Texas’ own legislation had found weird signs of an unknown entity roaming around the dried up land. He found himself standing in front of an agent in Austin telling him about this entity.

“Our homeland security experts have raised a few concerns regarding a secluded town in Western Texas. They believe that this could be related to the virus incident that presided in other countries,” The senior agent stated as he gave Leon a stack of papers containing pictures and files of the sightings.

The abnormality was big and round. But its eyes were the only visible thing in the dark of night. Pure white eyes protruding from the creature’s face, sending a wave of uneasiness to Leon. The monster seemed tall, definitely more than 9 feet tall. Leon couldn’t tell exactly what it was but he guessed there were some sort of horns coming out the creature’s skull.

Leon had finally reached the town, being greeted by a yellowing sign. The sign written in Times New Roman “Welcome to Cunstacin” on the bottom “previously Giligand” and then near the border edge “Pop. 189”

Such a small town for a big state. Leon didn’t think much of it. He wasn’t aware of how much his life would change the minute he passed the sign without seeing those pure white eyes watching him from behind his truck.

The town itself was small but seemed very busy. The roads were flat with gravel. The houses were old and barren but still usable. He wondered how people were able to make a living of such an abandoned place. As he neared a motel, he was met with the leader of the town. A tall man of tan skin, hair long enough to reach his shoulders as his beard grew to his neck.

He approached Leon’s truck and greeted him with a polite smile, “Ah, you must be the new guy they sent here.” Leon nodded as he turned off the engine and jumped out of his car.

The man walked up to Leon and patted his shoulder, “Hope the road wasn’t too tedious. The distance between here and the city is pretty stretchy.” The man chuckled and looked behind him where two young women stood. “Go fetch his luggage and take it to his room. We don’t want to make our esteemed guest work too much now, don’t we?”

The two ladies nodded and walked over to the trunk of Leon’s truck. They both carried the brown and thick luggages to the motel, their silhouettes getting lost in between the halls.

The man then gently forced Leon to walk with him, “I’m sure you’re tired and you might want to get some rest, but there’s an afternoon mass the town wishes for you to attend. The people want to meet the new guy in town,” the man laughed again and gave Leon’s chest a lazy slap.

“I appreciate the offer but I’m here for work- strictly for work,” Leon replied as he looked at the man and then around the area.

The man chuckled and took his hand away from Leon’s shoulder, “No worries- I get it. You’re a busy guy and your work ethic is commendable,” the man leaned towards Leon’s ear to whisper, “But if you find yourself in need of His words, do come to the church behind the Great Willowed Forest.” The man leaned back and gave him another toothy smile, almost unsettling. “Make yourself at home.” That was the last thing the man said before he began to walk away.

Leon exhaled through his nose. He already got the creeps from the background check he ran on the town but meeting the people in person made the whole experience much more precarious.

He began to walk along the town, trying to find any other civilians. He saw an older woman with two children outside a two story building.

“Excuse me,” Leon said as he jogged to the three individuals. One of the children, a little boy with a bowl haircut pointed to Leon and exclaimed, “Look, meemaw- ‘tis the new guy!” The older woman slapped the little boy’s head, “Pointing at strangers is rude.”

Leon cleared his throat, “It’s alright,” he looked down at the kid before looking back at the older woman, “I’ve heard there were some strange… sightings around this town-“

“Ah, yes-“ the woman cut him off, “You’re talking Tervin.” Leon immediately furrowed his brows. They had named the potential B.O.W?

“Tervin?” Leon asked and the woman nodded, “Yes. He was sent by God,” she looked up at the sky and then back at him.

“He was kind enough to send us a messenger. My boy, the end is coming. We must cleanse our souls of our sins in order to enter our Eden.”

Leon immediately felt a weird sense of unease in his lower stomach, the bottom pit sinking down after the woman spoke.

The woman took a step forward and cupped Leon’s face, “He is our savior. He will bring us to an eternal peace. Time is ticking, we must proceed with His plan.”

Leon took a step back, taking deep breaths. What was this feeling? His heart was hammering against his rib cage and he could feel his head become light. Maybe it was heatstroke or maybe it was fear.

The woman stared at Leon, seemingly in a trance. He swore he saw her eye color vanish for a moment, not right before she “came back” and smiled at him. She then took hold of the two children’s hands and walked away. He could only stay there watching as they got further away.

He exhaled shakily as he ran a hand through his hair, this would be harder than he thought.

For the next following days, he’s been trying to talk to these people but everyone said remotely the same things.

“Monster? He’s no monster. He’s our salvation.”

“God sent him, it is His gift to us.”

“We must act quickly, the end is nigh”

Leon was currently sitting on the edge of the bed in the room he was currently staying. His elbows rested on his knees as his gaze fell on the picture of the creature he had in his hand. Pure black, except for the eyes. Something felt sinister- almost too evil. But he couldn’t pinpoint what. Everyone looked normal-ish.

He left the motel and began his 15th round of research. He was so sure he’d get kicked out if he kept asking the people questions. His mind traveled back to what the leader said, something about attending mass.

He didn’t want to but he knew that he had to try. Maybe there was something that could be useful in the church.

So that’s where he was headed. To the Great Willowed Forest. A forest full of tall trees and tall grass. The sun was setting and the church came into his line of vision. A tall Victorian structure that was adorned in white and gold. A bell sitting on top of the highest tower peak of the religious establishment. He slowly walked up the freaking and old steps of the church. Muffled talking from just the other of the door. With a light inhale, he pushed the door open with gentleness and stepped into the church.

The inside was much more beautiful. The benches were neatly fixed in rows as the windows were stained glass depicting stories of their God. The church was packed and the leader stood on the podium, preaching about their path to salvation.

“We must obey the Lord’s rule. For we are His children as well as His servants. We must makeup for the loss of His journey.”

Leon found himself an empty seat at the very back. No one seemed to have noticed him enter, they were all focusing on the town’s leader words. Almost as if they were bewitched.

“Tonight, we must bring our sacrifice and cleanse our souls. We must savor the taste of blood as He has given us a vessel from his sacrifices. We must show him our devotion.”

The mass lasted for an hour and a half, and he didn’t find anything remotely useful. He sighed in defeat as he felt like he wasted his time, yet again. There were no signs of any B.O.W and these people were most certainly convinced that the monster was their key to heaven.

It was nighttime when Leon had left the church, walking aimlessly through the forest. His mind preoccupied with thoughts about potentially lying to the D.S.O and telling them it was just some southern myth.

Until he hears clinking sounds coming from behind a bush. His agent instincts activated and he quietly walked towards the bush to see what was behind it.

To his surprise, he’d found another person. A girl working on a garden. She had been couched down on the floor as her hands worked through the soil.

As he walked towards you, his boots crunched against the twigs lost in the grass. Your attention had been drawn to the sound and you quickly spotted the new man in town.

You furrowed your brows as he approached you, “You’re the new guy everyone’s talking about.”

Leon nodded curtly, “The one and only,” you hummed in response and resumed your duties.

“Can I ask-“

“No.”

He was caught off guard by your immediate answer. You didn’t even look back at him. He could only stare at the back of your head as your hands worked through the soil.

“You didn’t even listen to what I had to say,” he approached you and crouched next to you, glancing at the plants you’ve been planting.

“I don’t need to. You’re asking questions about this stupid and fake thing everyone claims to be salvation or some other bullshit,” you grumbled.

“Not necessarily-“ he sighed and looked at your side profile, “I’m not here for that-“

“What do you want me to tell you? That there’s some sort of monster roaming around the forest?” You turned your head to look at him, “Because I won’t. I haven’t seen anything and I do not believe it even exists. Those lunatics are hell bent on their stupid… belief,” you scoffed as you turned your attention back to your plants.

“Bunch of bullshit if you ask me,” you muttered. He looked at you some more before looking back down at your hands covered in dirt.

“So you aren’t with those people?” Leon raised a brow as he analyzed you. You shook your head no, “Hell no. You don’t know what they do to those who don’t believe in their God… you don’t know anything.”

Leon remained silent as your words settled down in his mind. There was more than what you led on and both of you knew this.

“Then tell me,” he replied quietly. You sighed and looked at him with an annoyed expression, “Doesn’t matter. Just go back to your shit and mind your business.”

He didn’t say anything, he just watched you for a few minutes before he stood up and left.

He went back to his motel room and laid down on the bed. Staring up at ceiling as he thought about the events that took place. He still couldn’t shake off the strange feeling he felt about this town. Something felt odd but he just didn’t know what. He sighed and decided to just sleep for the night.

Leon woke up early in the morning and tried to find the leader of the town. Surprisingly, he was at the church. He was sitting down on a bench, silently praying. Leon walked up to him and sat next to him as he waited for him to finish praying.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t our visitor. To what do I owe the pleasure?” The man said as he noticed Leon’s presence next to him. Leon cleared his throat and pulled out a picture of ‘Tervin’

“I need you to tell me about this. What do you know?” Leon’s brows were furrowed, he was serious. He didn’t come around to play. The man took the picture and stared at it. Something in his aura had changed upon seeing that picture.

“Where did you get this?” The man asked as he looked at Leon with an unreadable expression. Leon shrugged, “I can’t say.” The man hummed and looked back at the altar in front of them.

“Tervin is a gift from God. He was sent as a warning of impending doom,” the man replied in a flat voice. “If he isn’t satisfied, then he seeks blood. We must cleanse this town of impurities and relay a message to God that we are worthy of his Eden paradise.”

Something in that caused a shiver to run down Leon’s spine, but he didn’t show it. He remained serious and calm. Leon nodded once and stood up, feeling like no one will actually tell him anything.

“Thanks,” he muttered before he left the church. When he walked out, he nearly crashed into you.

“Watch it,” you hissed at him. He looked down at you with a raised brow, “I’m pretty sure you meant ‘excuse me’” he crossed his arms over his chest and kept blocking the doorway.

You sighed and looked at him unimpressed, “Excuse me.” Leon rolled his eyes and stepped to the side. As you began to walk past him, you noticed the picture in his hands. Your brows pinched together and you quickly pointed to it, “what’s that?”

Leon looked down at the picture and then back at you, “I’m supposed to investigate this… thing.” He watched you closely, trying to gauge your reaction as you stood there silently thinking.

“You’ll get yourself in trouble if you keep putting your nose where it doesn’t belong,” you warned before stepping inside the church. He saw you walk up to the leader. He exhaled and walked back to the town. When will someone actually help him?

It was somewhere past 11 pm, he was staring at the files he had about this town and his objective. It was impossible to think how he didn’t have any leads. It was the Leon S Kennedy! He always saw that the job got done, always.

He groaned defeatedly and began to walk around the town, he doesn’t even know how many times he’s done that.

The town was awfully quiet. There was a fog occupying most of his vision, making the place look eerie and unsettling. He heard the rustling of the trees and grasses but he paid no mind to that. Not right now, at least.

He saw you sitting on a fountain, staring at your reflection deep in thought. Why were you the only one out here. He walked over to you and spoke in a soft voice, “What are you doing out here?”

You looked over at him and then back at the water, “Could ask you the same.”

Leon sighed and scratched his head, “I just- I wanted to ask questions but seems like everyone just… disappeared.”

You hummed in response as your fingers played with the water, “They didn’t. They’re at the church praying or something.”

His ears perked up, praying at this time? He didn’t want to question it but it still lingered in his mind.

After a few moments of silence, he couldn’t help but ask, “You said you didn’t believe in God, why is that?” He asked in a quiet voice.

You looked at him before motioning for him to follow you, “It’s better if I just showed you.”

You led him through the dark forest, twigs snapping under your shoes and wind howling soft whispers as the moonlight glimmered down you two.

“This town ostracizes those who don’t believe in God. Do you know what happens to nonbelievers?” You looked behind your shoulder to glance at Leon for a brief moment.

“No, I don’t but do tell,” he followed behind you as his eyes scanned the forest for any threats.

You sighed and stopped walking once you’ve reached an abandoned cemetery, you walked up to one of the gravestones and stared down at the name, “Jeffrey Clyle. 1987-2024.”

“Sacrifice,” you whispered. Leon heard you and walked up next to you, your eyes distant and your expression solemn.

“Ever since rumors of the “messenger” started, they’ve been capturing and targeting those whose faith has been faltering…” your gaze remained down at the gravestone and Leon remained silent as he let you talk.

“They’ve been doing human sacrifices in the name of God. They believe that God would forgive them if they kill those who oppose him…” your voice trailed off for a moment before you turned your face to look at him, “It’s evil. Punishing people for not believing in something is inhumane. They’re all slaves to their own fucking religion, that God is not kind and I will never believe in it.”

“Then what are you still doing here?” Leon asked as he stared into your eyes, searching for an answer.

“Because my father is the fucking leader of this whole thing. I can’t just leave,” you mumbled and looked away. “I already get judged for not believing- imagine what would happen to me if I left?”

He remained silent once again. Your father was the preacher and the leader of the town? That makes things even more interesting. Leon never pictured himself to be in this kind of situation- not since Spain, at least. It all seemed the same to him. Religion controlling people, is that all it will ever be?

Then he remembered something from mass he attended,

“Tonight, we must bring our sacrifice and cleanse our souls. We must savor the taste of blood as He has given us a vessel from his sacrifices. We must show him our devotion.”

Leon’s eyes widened as he began to finally realize what might happen. He looked down at you, “You mean to tell me… that your father participates in human sacrifices? Why?” His eyes were narrowed as his breathing became faster.

You looked at him with narrowed eyes, “Because his idiotic self thinks that sacrificing people will help him and his goons reach their heaven.”

Innocent lives were being used for this town’s religion. This didn’t sit right with Leon. He quickly ran out of the cemetery- his heartbeat speeding as his legs carried his body towards the church.

Under the embrace of the moon and the night, a gathering assembled at the edge of the churchyard, shrouded by the shadows cast by the townspeople. Their faces unrecognizable under the dark night, their chants in hushed tones as they circled around a sacrifice.

Bound by chains, a person writhed in resistance, their muffled cries stifled by a potato sack over their head. Leon stood behind a tree as you came behind him to look at the scene unfold in front of your eyes.

The leader of the town emerged, wielding a sacrificial blade gleaming under the moonlight. Each stroke of the blade sent shivers down your’s and Leon’s spine, as the victim's anguished pleas echoed through the night, a haunting presence appeared through the tethered night.

“We give this sacrifice to you, our Lord. Let us repent for our sins and wash ourselves with the blood of those who’ve been cleansed.”

The creature- otherwise known as the B.O.W- emerged from behind the forest and entered the churchyard. Its stature was 11 feet, towering over everyone. Its black glistening skin reflected the moonlight as its pearly white eyes penetrated the group of believers. Its horns swirled upwards, reaching up to the sky. The townspeople all bowed to the creature as they chanted its name, “All hail Tervin.”

Leon’s eyes widened as he saw the B.O.W while your eyes widened at the fact that this “messenger” was indeed real. Leon took out his gun and aimed it at the B.O.W. You quickly pulled his arm down and whispered in a harsh tone, “Are you stupid? That thing could be dangerous.”

Leon narrowed his eyes at you, “I’ve fought those things before, I know what I’m doing.” He shook your hands away from his arm and aimed the gun back at the beast.

The beast approached the human sacrifice and with its claws, it picked up. Almost instantly crushing the human, letting the blood fall down like rain on the townspeople.

“Thank you, Lord, for this blessing”

The B.O.W then ate the human sacrifice after the townspeople showered in their blood. A scene so horrific and disturbing, it twisted your stomach upside down. The creeping sensation of the fact that it could’ve been you in that situation only made it worse.

To feel your rib cage cave in, piercing your lungs and heart as blood trickles down your mouth. Its claws clawing into your body, letting the blood flow like water.

It only made you shiver and writhe in disgust.

Leon then began to shoot at the B.O.W with his gun, drawing the attention of the townspeople. One bullet shot the creature’s eye, causing it to stagger backwards in pain. The group of believers all turned to look at you and Leon.

Their faces unrecognizable- their faces foreign as the creases and eyes all felt like distinct people. The group slowly began to walk towards you two as the monster howled in anger.

“God, forgive those sinners. They haven’t sought your guidance. Let us illuminate their path,”

The leader spoke as they approached you and Leon. Anxiety coursed through your body as you saw the B.O.W swing its claws at the group of believers. People flying left and right. The leader turned around and observed in delight.

“Yes, God, yes! We shall sacrifice ourselves for Eden.”

The whole group then began to chant, “For Eden. For Tervin.”

The B.O.W only had one goal in mind- and it was to kill the person who injured it. As Tervin kept walking towards you and Leon, Leon took hold of your wrist and began to ran. He dragged you through the forest back to the motel he was staying in.

He looked the door to his room and turned to look at you, “What the fuck was that!?” Leon was stressing, all these emotions resurfaced and he felt overwhelmed. Why was this happening, how was this happening?

“I told you, they’re fucking evil when it comes to their God,” you replied harshly.

“Yeah I wasn’t exactly expecting your father to be the leader of a cult with that thing as its dog!,” Leon replied as his hands traveled through his face and hair.

You scoffed and crossed your arms over you chest but just as you were to speak, the ground shook. Heavy footsteps were heard and Leon rushed to the window. He peeked through the blinds and saw the group of believers walking over to the motel with Tervin in following them. They kept chanting as they kept walking.

“We need to get out of here now-“ you said as you began to hurry out the door. Leon, however, stopped you.

“I can’t just leave, I have a mission to do and it requires me to kill that thing. I cannot go home until it’s dead,” he said as he stared at you with a resolved expression.

You could only stare at him in silence for a few moments before sighing defeatedly, “Fine, do whatever you want.”

“Stay here,” he instructed as he took his gun and walked out, leaving you alone in his motel room.

In the flickering glow of the moonlight, amidst the eerie chants of the cultists, Leon stood there, gun in hand as he scanned the group. He needed to be smart. They had a B.O.W to their advantage.

As the first cultist lunged forward, knife in hand, Leon countered with swift precision, deflecting the blade with a punch to the gut. His movements were a blur of calculated strikes and evasions. As he killed and wounded the cultists, they grew more frenzied, their chants escalating into desperate cries of fury. Yet, undeterred, Leon continued fighting.

“We must bring him to God!” They chanted as they kept lunging at Leon.

Amidst the chaos, the B.O.W stepped forward, its twisted features contorted with rage as it charged at Leon. With the gun pointed at the beast, he shot bullet after bullet, causing it to slow its movements.

“God, please forgive our brother for he has sinned. We must cleanse him.”

Leon ran out of bullets and just as the B.O.W was about to strike, he saw you throw a pitchfork at it. The blades piercing the creature’s skin, stabbing it right in the chest.

The B.O.W let out a screeching scream, “No! Our messenger!” The leader spoke in anguish as he watched the creature stumble back, falling to the ground with a thud. Leon reloaded his gun and began to shoot again, this time aiming for the head.

As Leon became busy, your father glared at you and it was like something turned in him, “You bitch. I’ve had just about it with you. You will submit to your God and you will repent!”

You’ve never heard him speak to you this way, so much malice in his voice that you didn’t recognize the man that used to be your father.

He lunged at you, his hands trying to reach for your neck to strangle you. You took a nearby torch and set his clothes on fire. He stood back and tried to set the fire off of himself- to which he fails. He screams and cries in pain as he began to get engulfed in the flames of his sins.

“Forgive me, my children!”

You finally understood everything. There was no God because your father believed he was that God. The flames burned up in hues of blue and orange right before the sparks flew into the night sky.

His skin melted, his eyes became a blobby mess and he fell to the ground. His screech becoming more faint as the life in being burnt away from his body. The flames expanding over the dried wheat of the town, engulfing the town in a pit of fire.

Leon had been too busy to even notice that you killed your father. He’s been shooting the B.O.W, making sure to blow its head off once and for all.

After two rounds of reloading, he finally was able to kill that damn thing. Watching it fall to the ground, sending harsh vibrations to the floor as silence overtook the ghostly town.

Heavy panting overtook the two of you as the silence grew deafening. You turned to look at Leon as he stared at the B.O.W all lifeless. You looked around and saw the bloodbath. Everyone was dead.

Pools of blood stained the gravel he once stepped, the lifeless bodies of the townspeople growing cold. The flames being the only source of light under the dark night.

Leon turned to look at you for a brief moment before looking up at sky as he tried to take deep breaths. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He couldn’t believe what he was brought into. But he was glad it was over. For now at least.

Leon packed his things and went over to his truck, he looked at you, “Aren’t you coming?”

You looked at him and then back at the town- or what remained of the town. You nodded and walked over to his truck.

Both of you driving down the lane of the rose, exiting the town. Passing by a sign that read, “Please visit soon!”

Unaware of the presence with the white eyes watching you two leave the town.

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sitp-recs · 5 months ago

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Can you recommend fics where harry thinks draco is up to something? thank you so much! I love this blog.

Sure thing, anon! A classic Drarry trope👌🏼I hope you enjoy these:

push and pull you down by @bonesliketambourines (E, 5k)

Harry's resigned himself to petty, inconsequential cases and no real connection to his job at the Auror department—after all, what else would he be doing with his time? He's not happy, not really, but that hardly matters. A chance encounter with a mostly-naked Draco Malfoy exposes him to an entirely different world, one much more colourful than the lonely one he currently occupies—but at what cost?

The Usual by @aibidil (T, 9k)

Harry finally tries the new magical coffee shop on Diagon Alley. A story in which Draco is Up To Something™ and Harry is going to get to the bottom of it, and to the bottom of that sixteen ounce to-go cup.

Operation Dragon's Shenanigans by @nv-md (E, 14k)

Harry's in love with Draco, but it's complicated. Even more complicated than 'I'm in love with my ex-archnemesis and I get dizzy every time I see him smile'. No matter that Harry's an Auror, and always loved a good mystery, he's still having trouble figuring Draco out. And he's the only one who can see that Draco isn't a regular human.

Sleight of Hand by @the-starryknight (E, 15k)

It’s another one of those horrid Ministry affairs, and the only interesting thing is twinkling from Draco Malfoy’s finger. Can you really blame Harry for being fascinated by the gorgeous emerald ring and those long, elegant hands, especially when he’s certain Malfoy is up to something?

Espresso Patronum by @tasteofshapes (T, 15k)

When Draco reappears five years after the war and opens a wildly popular coffee shop, Harry’s pretty sure that Draco’s Up to Something. He just has to prove it.

The Regret Machine by @cavendishbutterfly (E, 15k)

Malfoy’s coming in to do fancy Legilimency work on Hermione’s mind healing machine. Harry’s his test subject—and he’s pretty sure Malfoy is still Up To Something.

Infuse With Affection, Enchant With Love by @bafflinghaze (T, 16k)

It starts with Draco making protective pendants for himself, his parents, and his friends, after the war. Something that would watch their backs—and their fronts—as people spat on them in the streets and hexed them in the alleyways. Draco gets better at it, does a course on it, and takes enough commissions for charmed jewellery that he eventually opens his own shop.

Rich Friend by @sorrybutblog (E, 18k)

As far as Harry can tell, Draco Malfoy is still rich as hell. He’s just not a wizard anymore. Featuring: Draco Malfoy trying to make it as a Muggle pop star, Harry Potter as our confused and horny hero, bad driving, good music, and the mysterious magic of falling for someone.

Here Be Dragons by birdsofshore (E, 21k)

Harry doesn’t want to waste his time investigating illegal dragonhide trading, whether it involves a fetish club in Knockturn Alley or visiting a remote island in Wales. Why the bloody hell does Malfoy always have to be up to something?

Trouble, My Old Friend by Tepre (E, 21k)

Harry goes rogue investigating an illegal potion and ends up at Draco Malfoy's dodgy lab.

Tuxedo Angel by tryslora (E, 25k)

Harry and Neville are looking for the infamous Dragon Lily, a Dark witch active throughout Europe and Asia. Instead, they find the Tuxedo Angel, a beautiful witch performing in Rome. Harry quickly discovers that the Angel is not what she seems, and fights his attraction to her, while both he and the Angel are drawn into a web created by ancient magic that pulls them together, whether they are ready for it or not.

À Bon Chat by @oknowkiss (E, 35k)

Draco Malfoy didn’t intend to lead a life of crime after the war. It’s just that being good had turned out so incomprehensibly boring. Now he's thirty-five, a fully redeemed member of society, the darling of the wizarding social pages, and a newly minted consultant for Gawain Robards' Investigative Research division. In his spare time, he enjoys good whisky, casual sex, and moonlighting as an art thief.

measures of our days and nights by flimsy (E, 40k)

Draco returns to London to help the Ministry decipher a spell, but things aren’t quite as simple as they seem.

The Last Day We Ever Close Our Eyes by @firethesound (E, 43k)

When Draco Malfoy returns to the public eye by purchasing a run-down little antiques shop on Knockturn, Harry is convinced that he is up to something. It turns out that Harry is both very right and very wrong about that.

Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats (E, 104k)

Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

The Star Splitter by @oflights (E, 219k)

On a routine time travel assignment to the past, Draco stumbles upon 7-year-old Harry Potter and witnesses his neglect and mistreatment by the Dursleys. In the moment, there is only one solution, even if it goes against all his training as a Time Agent: he has to bring Harry back to the future with him.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #harry thinks draco is up to something

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shirohige-pirates · 5 months ago

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Sing for Me

Marco x afab!reader

Word count: 3.924

CW: oral (receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, mdni

Summary: Static electricity was enough to cause a strange problem, and Marco's losing his mind over it. He can hear your thoughts, and your on his mind way more than he expected.

Random inspiration, and completely self-indulgent.

Marco felt like he was losing his mind at first.

As far as he could tell it had just been a simple static shock between the two of you the other day. The build up of static in the current dry climate had just made the random brushing of fingers as you two worked together bite more than it should of.

Enough to cause you both to pull your hands back and shake them, laughing over it easily.

There hadn’t been anything else. No odd weather. No strange devil fruits or devil fruit users. No curses or odd alignment of the stars. Just that one unexpected crackle of dry electricity between you both.

And now he had a problem.

He could hear your thoughts.

And they were… detailed.

He was infamous for being able to keep calm. Thatch needled him all the time for how he looked on the brink of a nap every waking moment of any given day. He might be the First Division Commander, but he was easily approachable, and exceptionally laid back.

He’d worked to be that way. He didn’t want anyone to feel as though they needed to stay at arms’ length with him. But your thoughts were going to break him.

You thought about the shape of his lips. Wondered if he could transform just his tongue, and how deep it could go. You thought about the shape of his teeth against your skin, how it’d feel to have his talons at your throat. You wondered if he had a knot because of his devil fruit, and seemed fairly well convinced he could keep going all night.

He was flattered, and flabbergasted.

His second major problem was the simple fact that you were his assistant. There was no avoiding you.

Not that he wanted to avoid you, but until he could figure out how to un-hear your thoughts he was desperate for a break. He had been mostly certain you found him at least a little attractive - lucky him, he was pretty smitten with you himself, but as the commander he wasn’t going to pressure you like that.

That was less of an issue now. Your thoughts weren’t just lewd, you held him in high regard and seemed to love him dearly, but knowing all of it because of whatever this was, felt wrong. He couldn’t act on things he wasn’t supposed to know.

Two weeks later he was losing his mind. He’d even tried to create another static charge between you in the hope that it would sever whatever happened.

It hadn’t worked.

The night before last he’d been walking down the halls and gotten too close to you. There was, it seemed, a range limit, and there were plenty of places he could escape to for his own sake.

Marco, please.

He froze, standing in the hall and realizing that he was coming up on the showers.

Fuck I just want you to touch me, play with my tits. Lick my clit. I want to see those beautiful eyes looking up at me while you’re between my thighs.

He’d put his hands over his face, but that wasn’t going to block out the sound of your voice in his head. Nothing in his body wanted to move. If anything he was desperate to get closer. To give you everything you wanted of him.

Instead he stood there and listened to you fantasize about him until he could hear relief wash through you.

The way you always thought about wanting to fall asleep in his arms after you came was the hottest part of all of it. The wet spot in the front of his pants was a recurring issue, but he was able to get himself out of the hallway before you left the bath. It was everything he had in him to not just palm himself right there in the hall.

He could endure it. He had more self-control than that. He could.

He would.

He did.

Until he finally cracked.

The two of you were doing inventory for the medical supplies. Despite the size of the ship, Marco’s supplies and his office were relatively small. The crew was strong, haki stopped most injuries, devil fruits many others, and his devil fruit meant there was really only a need for major injury type supplies.

But even if the stock was small compared to the crew size, it was still important to keep it tallied and organized correctly.

You’d picked up a box of rolled up gauze spools and the thought in your head went straight into his.

I wonder if there’s enough gauze in here for him to tie me up and muffle the sounds while he fucks me stupid? Fuck that’d be hot.

He heard you sigh, soft as it was.

Marco’s amazing though, there’s no way he’d look at someone like me.

“Oi.” Marco says, setting down what he was working on and coming over to where you were knelt by the box of gauze rolls.

“Hm? Did you need something…” You look up and the words fade on your lips. Marco’s looking down at you with a strange expression. “… Commander?”

Marco looks up at the ceiling, letting out a long breath before he kneels down and looks right into your eyes. “I’m sorry, yoi.”

“S-sorry? Sorry for what?”

“… I’ve been able to hear your thoughts.” He begins, as you stare at him blankly for a second. “For the last couple of weeks.”

“My… how?”

“I don’t know, yoi.” He admits, rubbing his forehead. “We had that static shock a couple weeks ago and since then…”

“Since… my thoughts.” You stammer, understanding dawning on you as blush dusts Marco’s face.

“All of your thoughts.” He asserts.

Holy shit Marco’s blushing!

“Oi! Hey, stop - stop thinking!” He snaps, face burning bright red.

You clamp your hands over your mouth, even though you hadn’t said anything out loud.

All my thoughts?

Marco flinches. “All of them.”

Oh no.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say something sooner I-.”

“No it’s… it’s… I wouldn’t know what to say either.” You admit, hands on his shoulders, head down, eyes closed. “I… I should apologize.”

“Don’t.”

Your eyes open and you look up at him in surprise. He can’t hold your gaze for long before he looks away.

“You can think of me… however you want.” He clears his throat and looks back at you. “But… don’t think about yourself like that, please.”

“Like…?”

“There’s no way he’d look at someone like me.” He says, repeating your earlier thought. Your eyes go wide, and gratefully for you both your mind goes blank. Marco smiles, it’s soft and warm and he reaches out, brushing his finger tips against your cheek. “You’re beautiful, yoi.”

“I…”

“I’ve been listening to you praise me for weeks.” Marco says, his voice soft and low, eyes hooded, as he leans a little closer. “I’d be honored to… exceed that praise.”

“I - I… I…” Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water a few times, and it’s a credit to Marco being Marco that he’s keeping a straight face.

He leans forward, cheeky grin pulling at his lips, as he moves so he can speak right by your ear. Words meant for you and no one else. Not that anyone else was in the room with you both right now anyway.

“I can transform just my tongue.”

Your hands flinch against him and you can’t stop the nervous whimper that escapes you. The stark realization of everything he had to have heard sinks into you.

Holy fucking hells.

His hands are on your arms. You could pull away if you wanted, but he wanted to make sure you knew it was okay to stay. Okay to keep your hands on him. Okay for him to know your thoughts because he wasn’t going to hold them against you.

“I…”

“Take your time, yoi.” His voice is warm and reassuring. “You can just think it.”

I’m so embarrassed.

“Don’t be, you’re allowed to think what you want.”

You’re so hot it’s not fair.

The soft chuckle sends a thrill down your spine. “I’m flattered, pretty bird.”

I’m nobody, I’m just-

“You.” He says, gripping your arms a little harder and leaning back so he could look into your eyes. “Are everything.”

You suck in a breath in such surprise that you nearly hiccup. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes as emotions crash inside you. It was a whirlwind situation and you didn’t know what to think. It didn’t matter if he could read your mind, there was nothing you could even hold onto.

“I’ve… loved you… for a long time.” He says finally. “As your commander I didn’t think it was fair for me to say anything.” He explains. “But -.”

“I love you, too.” You manage to say, the words that had been stuck in your throat finally coming free. Tears spill down your cheeks alongside the words and you hide your face in his shoulder. “Don’t listen to my thoughts!”

“I can’t block them out, yoi.” Marco retorts, laughing as he hugs you, fingers against your back.

“I feel so bad,” you admit, words muffled against his shoulder.

“For what?”

“I objectified you so bad.”

“Your thoughts are your thoughts, it’s okay. You didn’t say anything unwelcome.” He assures you. “You didn’t smack my ass.”

“I wanted to.”

“I know, yoi.”

“It’s a perfect ass.”

“Oi. You’re killing me.” He sighs.

“It’s gotta be all those aerial maneuvers.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“You can hear everything?”

“Mm. There’s no overlap when you talk, and it’s not like it’s so loud it drowns out everything else.” He explains. “But it’s still your voice.”

“Mm.”

“And since I like the sound of your voice,” he begins.

“Don’t, no, no, no, don’t say that.” It was too embarrassing.

“But you don’t moan in your thoughts.” He continues, going down a line of thought you hadn’t expected. “I don’t… yet… know what that sounds like.”

You can feel the shiver roll through your body, trembling against the hug Marco has you in. A shivering sigh, part moan part whimper, escapes between your teeth as you tilt your head up, letting the involuntary sound out right by his ear.

“That�� is not nearly enough, yoi.” His voice sinks into your skin. “I want to hear more.”

Please.

“Say it.”

“Marco.” You sigh his name and as far as he’s concerned there’s nothing else in existence.

He lifts you up easily, one arms under your thighs as he almost puts you over his shoulder when he stands up. You yelp in surprise and laugh as you hear him clear supplies off the desk behind you before he sits you on the desk. His hands are on either side of your thighs, and he’s bent down enough to be face to face with you.

“Kiss me,” he commands and you lean forward, closing the small gap between you both, brushing your lips against his. Dry and warm, you lick your lips and close your eyes, leaning in again and slipping a hand around his shoulder, tugging him closer as his hands leave the desk to grip your hips.

You moan sweetly as the kisses deepen, letting the satisfied sound rattle against your ribs. His hands shift up your sides, pulling your shirt up as they move further and further up. When you raise your arms up over your head he grabs the gathered clothing and pulls it up and off, tossing it aside before putting his hands on your skin.

You lean back against the sensation, biting your lower lip and moaning.

Marco’s kisses trail down your neck and over your collarbone, his fingers undoing the hooks of your bra with unexpected struggle.

“Need a hand?”

“Nope,” he says as he finally gets the troublesome hook to let go.

He pulls his shirt off, tossing it aside, his lips barely leaving your skin. You slip the straps of your bra down, leaning back against the hand against your back, helping to steady you as he bends lower, raining kisses on your stomach as he gives you room to toss the bra aside. Your fingers dance along the back of his head as he works his kisses back up your stomach toward your breasts.

“Lean back, yoi.” He murmurs, guiding you to lay back against the desk. Your legs curl around his waist as his hands move over you. A heavy lick against your nipple pulls a sweet sound from your lips. He presses a finger against your tongue, letting you roll the muscle against the pad of his finger. His other hand teases the other breast as his mouth works against your flesh.

Moaning against his finger your mind fills with thoughts on how good it feels. How he could do this forever if he wanted. How it feels so much better than you had imagined.

“Ruthless.” He mutters against your skin, sucking the stiff nipple a little roughly as his fingers pinch the other, sending jolts of pleasure into your chest like lightning. You cry euphorically against his finger, body tensing from the delicious sensations.

“More, please, Marco, more.” You gasp as he teases you. “It feels… so good, ahhhnmmm ♥”

He straightens up a little too fast, his hips hitting against the desk roughly. You can feel his stiff cock against your thigh through the layers of clothing.

“Don’t rush, yoi.” He teases, bringing your legs together and tugging your pants over your hips and up your legs.

“He says as he pulls my pants off.” You tease, letting your bare legs fall back open on either side of his waist.

He sticks his tongue out at you, and it keeps going, long and tapered, wiggling at you as he kneels down in front of the desk.

“Oh gods,” holy shit. “Oh wait,” that’s going to feel amazing. “Marco, wait, that’s gonna be-.”

He pauses, gaze locked on yours. The look on his face makes the blood rush through you. He can hear your thoughts, and your words are at odds you know, but you don’t know what to think.

He watches you, and slowly sticks his tongue back out, pressing it right against the hood of your clit. His gaze stays on you as the tongue shifts, flicking and teasing your clit and sending delicious chills through you.

Oh I’m going to cum screaming.

“That’s the plan, yoi.” He says, taking his eyes off yours and leaning down, mouth wide as his hands spread your labia apart and give him better access.

“Fuck.” You husk the word as his lips and tongue sink into you. Your hands are against his head, torn between wanting to push him deeper and wanting to pull him off. The pleasure of his lips against yours, the twist and push of his devious tongue, the skill and motivation of his own desires left you to do little more than hold on for dear life.

Swears dribbled past your lips, broken and half-spoken between gasps and whimpers as your thoughts melted into less coherent concepts.

There, there, oh fuck!

Marco had no qualms about using your thoughts against you and assailed you with a mix of his own skill, and you’re involuntary instruction.

The first time you came against his tongue the pleasure had coiled your muscles too much for you to cry out. Your breath was frozen in your lungs as taut muscles curled your entire body for a few long seconds.

You were finally able to breathe out, a shivering whimpering sound before you breathed in deep body trembling from the pleasure as he continued to eat you out. He gave your insides a break, suckling on your clit and flicking his tongue against the swollen bundle of nerves.

“Wait, wait, please, Marco I’m gonna - gonna - HNNNGGGGH-.” Your body tenses again and you manage to pull in a breath between shivering teeth before finally crying out in pleasure.

He’s ruthless, continuing to focus on your clit as he pushes a finger in your trembling cunt.

“FUCK!” All you can think is that you’ve never cum so hard before, and never so many times in quick succession. It’s building again, and you can’t stop it, and you don’t want to stop it. He’s going to make you black out before he’s even inside you but it feels so good.

He pushes in deep enough to find the reaction he’s looking for, curling his finger inside you. Your hands slam onto the desk as your hips buck. You’re trying to move away from the pleasure, half of you wanting it, half of you worried you’ll lose control.

“Please, please, please,” you whimper the words, unsure if you’re begging for him to stop or continue. He pulls his finger out when you’re close, but you don’t have time to calm down as his tongue coils inside you again, beating against the same sweet spot his finger had found. One hand’s splayed out on your stomach, holding you as still as he can. The thumb of his other hand is teasing your clit.

“Marco! MARCO!” His eyes shift up, catching your gaze for a split second before you cum against his tongue again. You fill the room with a euphoric sound before collapsing against the desk. Heavy panting breaths move your chest up and down, but you don’t have the energy to try and raise your head to look at him right now.

He slowly pulls his tongue out, reveling in the sweet little mewls that escape you due to the over stimulation. He hadn’t meant to bring you to orgasm three times in a row. You were delicious, and sensitive, and the cheat of being able to hear your thoughts made it impossible to deny your desires.

You might just be his favorite meal.

Sweat slicked your body, cooling you in the comfortable room. Marco wipes his lips with the back of his hand before he moves over you, placing soft kisses against your stomach, making a lazy trail up your torso as you catch your breath. He’s careful not to kiss you anywhere too sensitive, and he uses his normal tongue when he licks your lips, before kissing them softly.

“You sound,” he begins, kissing against the line of your jaw as you turn your head for him. “Even better,” the lick against your neck makes you gasp quietly, moaning as he nips at the shell of your ear. “Than I imagined.”

His hand is hot against your leg, and he lifts it slowly, putting your ankle on his shoulder. He kisses your ankle before pressing against you. You can feel his cock, thick and twitching, hot and heavy along your thigh.

“How are you holding up, pretty bird?”

Tired.

“I’m good.”

“Tired?”

You nod. “Yeah, but not exhausted.”

“I’ll be gentle, yoi.” He promises, kissing you before he brings your other leg up to his shoulder.

“F-fuck me rough later?” You question, looking away from him in embarrassment. You wanted to say your thought instead of just thinking it.

“Look at me, yoi.” He commands and you manage it even if the heat in your face is making you a little dizzy. “Whenever,” He begins and you can feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. “And however you want.”

Marco presses in slowly, holding your gaze with his, drinking in every detail of the expression on your face as he pushes slowly into you. You’re so wet from everything else there’s no real pain, just a soft sweet ache as you stretch ever so gently to accommodate him.

He’s filling you up far deeper than anyone or anything had ever done so before, and you can feel tears welling up at the corner of your eyes. It’s not just how good it feels, it’s because it’s him. A shift of his hips is enough and you can feel him flush against you.

“All in,” he sighs, rolling his hips and shifting inside you. “You,” he gasps softly as you twitch against him. “Are perfect, pretty bird.”

That’s too much. “Don’t s-say that,” you whimper the words, covering your face with your hands.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He questions rhetorically, pulling back slowly until it’s just his tip inside you, before pushing back in just as slow. You nod from behind your hands and Marco reaches out, pulling them away from your face.

“Let me see you, yoi.” He requests, pulling out and pushing back in the same slow and deliberate pace as before. “Let me hear you, pretty bird.”

“Marco, please,” you sigh, his long slow exacting movements are already driving you insane.

“The sun hasn’t set yet,” he muses, devious grin on his lips as he continues. As he leans back against you again he continues to press, leaning down over you until he’s stretched your legs back, bringing your knees nearly to your chest. “But I bet I can do this until the sun comes up, yoi.”

“Suh-someone will come in,” you moan as he pushes in again, grinding against your clit a little in the new position.

Marco grins, eyes bright with his flames. “Half the ship heard you screaming my name earlier.” He says, as your mind stutters.

“No one would dare to bother us right now.” The long slow motion is beginning to pick up pace, slowing only when his hips press against you. He takes a second to tease your clit before continuing.

“Oh gods, oh gods,” you gasp, caught between the slow build of pleasure and the mortifying realization that the ship heard you screaming your commander’s name in such a lust-filled way.

“Just think about me, yoi.” Marco asserts, catching your gaze with his as he thrusts into you heavier than before. “Feels good.”

You nod. “It feels,” your hands are on his arms as he pushes in deep, nails digging into his skin. “Amazing!”

“Don’t worry about anything else, pretty bird.” He huffs, picking the up the pace and sending ripples into your body with the deep thrusts. “Everyone can know you’re mine, yoi.”

He pushes in fast, pushing the air from your lungs and grinding heavy against your clit as he leans down and kisses you. Your legs ache a little from the stretch, but he lets up before it hurts.

“I’m yours too, yoi.” He assures you, adjusting a little until you’re crying out every time he bullies the sweet spot inside you. “You scream my name,” he huffs, desperately trying to hold out a little longer. “Because I’m yours.”

“Yeah,” you gasp, nodding as the pleasure is already coiling around you. “Mine, hnnngh, yuh-you’re mine.” Your breath is coming out hot and needy, fingers desperate to hold onto him as the pleasure builds. “Please, fuck, Marco, it feels so good. I can’t, I can’t.” It’s too much I’m going to scream again.

“Don’t hold back,” his voice is more growl than anything else. “Sing for me. Just me.”

Marco slams you into your orgasm, using every trick he knows, and guided by your jumbled and desperate thoughts. His lips capture yours, devouring the melodic cry, and swallowing the euphoric sound with his lungs. This particular song was only for him.

Someday, one day, he’d let you sing with all your might. Maybe in a cabin, set just a little ways away from the rest of a small village, where no one else but the morning birds would dare to listen.

#marco the phoenix #reader insert #x reader #Sing for Me #mdni #one-shot

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months ago

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AITA for telling my teacher to stop asking my opinion about Israel in front of the class?

Both of my parents are Israeli immigrants. I was born in the USA. They are generally pretty progressive and raised me to be critical of the Israeli gov. There were many different reasons why they decided to move to America, but their disapproval of Israel’s colonization of Palestine and right wing leadership gaining more power was a factor.

Israel is also where they grew up, so despite their criticism of the government they have a lot of emotional and family ties there. As you can imagine the current situation has been emotionally complicated for them.

As a Jew who is pro Palestine I tend to keep my opinions to myself because it is such a divisive issue and I am pretty conflict avoidant, I really hate getting into arguments with people and I don’t think getting yelled at by genocide sympathizers would actually help anything. I have a very obviously Jewish last name, and I’m told I also look stereotypically Jewish tho I’m not even sure what that means bc there are Jews of every shape and color but that’s besides the point. My philosophy teacher has decided I am the class expert on Israel and Palestine. She brings the topic up CONSTANTLY and she calls on me first every single time, to ask me questions about specific aspects of the situation and get my take… she treats me like I am authority on the subject and I very much am not.

After several classes of her doing this, I met her during office hours and explained to her that I’m not like, an expert just because I’m jewish and that it makes me feel uncomfortable when she singles me out. I told her that it’s a lot of pressure to be put on the spot about such a delicate issue in front of people I don’t know well. She apologized but also said that she was just trying to give me the space to express myself as a Jewish person and seemed kind of offended that I asked her to stop. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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angstigone · 3 months ago

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WARNINGS: grief, insomnnia, this is written horribly at the presente tense but I thought I'd try.

a distraction can cost a devil hunter their own life.

aki knows.

you should know it, and yet aki can tell that your movements have slowed down comprehensively and your reflexes aren't as sharp as the job requires; he might have wondered why you were so distracted but the answer came quick and sharp with just a look at your face: heavy undereye bags, zoned out eyes and a slight teary effect to them.

obviously, you don't seem to recount when was the last time you slept peacefully.

when confronted by a playful himeno, you reply that it's simply an aftereffect of some neighbors waking you up earlier than usual due to maintenance works, but none in the squad believes it as you have lost your partner a few weeks ago and the signs of mourning are evident in your face.

nightmares are keeping you up, a condition that aki knows all too well. yet, he finds it difficult to properly comfort you: you aren't that close, and especially, an air of danger gets him whenever involvement with you - his pretty colleague - is brought up.

it feels like he's toeing a line he shouldn't cross.

and yet, his concern doesn't diminish as you come into work tired by the day till you eventually snap.

he shouldn't have kept you waiting that day, especially as you had been working overtime but the dudes of division two had been eager to catch up and he had ended up leaving you steaming in his office for an half an hour.

when he went to open the door with an apology already on his mouth, he caught the sight of you slumped, head against the desk and hands beneath it to cushion it comfortably.

he guessed that you might have thought of adjusting your position more comfortably to plop your head down in relaxation while waiting for him, just to close your eyes and start what must be the first relaxing nap in a long time.

aki is quick to adjust himself so that he doesn't make too much noise, gently closing the door behind him with the silliest 'click', as not to have you exposed to his colleagues - the few that remains, anyway - both as to give you a bit of privacy and both as he doesn't want to share such an adorable sight with anybody.

you don't drool but sleep with your mouth lightly opened and your nose emits a soft grunt, albeit not yet snoring, probably due to the position. your shoulders are slumped and lightly raised with gentle breathing. something is fascinating in watching a person sleep, aki thinks, immediately feeling like a huge pervert as he comes behind you and with a gentle shake of your arm, he's quick to wake you up.

it isn't a choice that he went with willingly: he doesn't think that it's fair for him to interrupt the first wink of sleep that you got in a long time, but at the same time you have to go back home and sleep in a better place, especially as you don't live nearby. he wouldn't want for you to fall asleep again in the subway.

you wake up with a stilted startle, at first slowly as the stilling of your shoulder is a sign that undoubtedly you have risen, before turning like a whip your head to the hand on your shoulder and then swiftly to aki's face. comforted by the familiar sight, your cheeks immediately becomes heated enough that aki can feel the warmth coming from them.

«I... wasn't... I...».

«sorry for having kept you waiting» he says professionally, walking around his desk to move in front of you, not yet seating himself and not yet looking at you to give you the time to collect yourself, which you do by gently closing your mouth and straightening your slumped posture «... and please... if anything, I am glad my office was comfortable enough».

he tries not to let the note of obvious pride linger in his tone; you chose his place - out of every other office in the public safety department - to fall asleep as you haven't gotten a single wink of sleep. it feels like there's something lingering although aki quickly shuts it down again with his careful ease.

«yeah, I...» the apology is on your tongue and you hold it back by simply shifting your gaze from the desk to your lap. a pity as aki has always been so fond of your pretty eyes. «... either way, I have the reports you asked and I'd like to get through them as they might be interesting for...».

the following half an hour is an uncomfortable discussion about tactics while aki's eyes will sometimes linger - when you can't notice it - on the slight rumple of your skin due to being pushed on his desk; is it creepy he thinks it's the closest thing to a mark of him you'd ever have?

«... and that's all» he finishes the quick discussion, as you nod and go to raise up quickly; you do seem a bit more relaxed and aki, himself, noticed the slight slump of your shoulders, that tend to be more tense «... I mean that'd be all if you don't have...».

«at ease» he jokes, obtaining the opposite effect that you tense up, before releasing the slight tension slowly «... I also well, I wanted to ask whether there was anything in this period that...».

as if expecting this question - it must be the one that everybody seems to be asking you as of lately, for sure - your eyes lightly roll in an unamused expression, before answering mechanically:

«it's fine, it's just some lack of sleep. have been waking up much earlier on the weekends than I'd like...».

«sorry to hear that» something in aki's chest pushes forward as he wonders whether he could ask you something further, wether he could comfort you but there's a clear line of demarkation about what he can and what he can't ask you, with the latter being a longer list than the former one «... you could take the day off, if you need it...».

«that'd be nice but in the end of it all,it's my house that's the problem» you are deflecting although there's a partial truth in what you say: giving you a day, a week or a month off wouldn't change the fact that you are still mourning the death of your buddy.

maybe your own self is also mourning the life that you signed away as a devil hunter.

aki should tell you that the civilian sector would be the best fit for you, but as somebody who is pretty vocal about his involvement with public safety, he doesn't think that he has the right to tell you what to do; it'd make a hypocrite out of him.

«alright» let them go, aki, or the next person they'll lose sleep on, it'll be you.

you nod and go to be dismissed before stalling and something in aki is hopeful for once, although your question is anything but what he expects.

«do you... do you use an air freshener or specific perfume for this office?» aki's wide eyes are enough to get you to again feel embarrassed as you rushedly explain «I... I don't know why but this place... it smells... comforting to me».

you could have gone with any other adjective - good, fresh or exotic - but you stuck with 'comforting' and although aki should know better, he feels his heart skip a beat.

«I am... well, I am not sure» he does know that the cleaning ladies have left a few air freshener and diffusers throughout the time, mostly to kill the stink of the cigarettes stress-smoked inside but he can't quite place the clear smell «... maybe you could ask the cleaning ladies? maybe they know what they use in the offices to avoid the whole department stinking like a chimney».

you laugh. you genuinely laugh at his harsh comment, before nodding and with a swift 'I'll do, thanks' you are off, leaving aki to think whether you'll sleep alright tonight, although it isn't any of his business; you are part of his squad and that's it.

and if he stops by the cleaning ladies as he moves out of his office - after having worked overtime - to ask what they use to help his office stink less, he's doing it as a good squad leader.

he's being a good squad ladder even when he leaves a bottle of the specific essential oil on your desk the following day - he didn't wake up early and find a kombini just for it - arriving ahead of you and wondering whether you slept alright.

whether it's the perfume that smelled comfortingly or the fact that you were in his office.

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sunburnacoustic · 2 months ago

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Being a citizen of both England and America, and seeing the turmoil in the U.S. over the last few years [around WOTP] — along with being affected by fires where you live — did you ever think of moving back to the U.K. permanently?

I usually go back a lot anyway. But Dom, the drummer of the band, did actually go down that road of “I want to go home, I want to go back to England, where it feels safe.” And when you go to England after being somewhere like L.A. for a long time, England does seem very safe by comparison. In America in general, obviously there’s the gun culture and everything here that doesn’t exist in the U.K., and natural disasters that you get in California, and also the political division. We do get that in the U.K, but it doesn’t come in the same format that it comes here, which is genuinely quite crazy. But oddly, I went the other way. I actually wanted to stay here and be in the eye of the storm, if you like, because America is where it’s going down. It’s where the whole world is, America right now. And where’s this going? America’s a couple of steps away from going in a really crazy direction, you know? We just don’t know. I’m talking more about the division and the potential for real civil unrest, on a grand scale.

And so I think being literally where we are right now in this room, looking out that window during the making of the album, was really kind of fascinating. I saw everything out that window, from the initial shutdown of everything, a lot of the shops going out of business, to the looting and smashing windows. I had this place boarded up at one point. And then the National Guard coming in with tanks, and people walking around with machine guns on this street — seeing all that happen just right outside that window just was pretty full-on. I’ve never made an album that close to real shit happening.

You add the wildfires into the equation, where we got evacuated from our home; then you add the January 6 riots to this equation. We had a baby in June 2020, and shortly after was when I started coming in here to work, and I was alone, largely, on a day-to-day basis, when I was working here. All that stuff I described all happened here right in front of us. And when [the original owner of the studio] moved to Vermont, and the general vibe was like Dom saying, “I wanna get back to England,” I was like the only one that’s like, “No, I want this space. I wanna be honest. I wanna stay here and see what happens.”

Matt interviewed in Variety, published 26 August 2022 (WOTP release day)

#muse band #muse interviews #muse #matt bellamy #2022 #Variety #Variety magazine #Will Of The People #WOTP #music interviews #music

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The Intruder, Pt. 8

Sheppard and McKay take off with the intention of outsmarting the virus. They don't need to talk to understand each other, to know what it is they have to do. However, as they make their way toward the fighter bay, there is a moment in which McKay clearly almost says something to Sheppard. He wants to say something to Sheppard but then thinks better of it. His natural inclination is to make some kind of a comment but he walks it back.

And this gives us a hint of what their interaction must have been like before, when they felt freer around each other. Because now that we get more of these private moments between them, both of them seem to be holding back something. Clearly, there is something McKay wants to say to Sheppard but does not. He takes a look at the man behind him and decides not to say it. He moves his hand like his body had already started saying something when his mouth decided to swallow it down.

While Sheppard is also the first to take off, he seems to trail behind McKay most of the way. Often, we see them walk side by side or Sheppard in front, because he wants to be able to turn back to look at McKay. Here, he is purposefully slowing himself down when they are under a time element, they need to get this done fast. He is letting McKay call the shots here. But things are not normal between them and McKay can definitely sense it here.

It seems as though the virus is not going to make it easy for them, doing what ever it can to stop them (and it's amusing that through the security camera footage, we can see the virus tracking them; even an AI can tell that these two, when they are together, are a problem). As soon as Sheppard notices that the virus is working against them, he does rush to put himself between McKay and the door, between McKay and the danger. If it had just been a question of getting to the door before it closes, he would have told McKay, who was in front of him, to hurry. He might have shoved McKay aside to get to the door faster. But that's not what he does. He goes around McKay to place his own body between this man and something threatening this man. That is Sheppard's instinct, his natural inclination. It's the second time we see him do that in this very episode.

As mentioned, we did not get to see many private moments between them in the first season, but we get one now. We get to see how they are when they are alone together:

McKay: It's not working. Sheppard: Let's try another way. McKay: It's the virus. It must know what we're trying to do. Sheppard: How's that possible? McKay: It's thinking ahead; anticipating our moves, like in a chess match. Sheppard: Well, I hope you're good at chess. McKay: I don't get to play much. It's tough finding challenging opponents.

They have a division of labor we see many times: McKay is telling Sheppard what is possible and giving him the specs, and Sheppard is trying to come up with ideas and solutions. They are 'we' even when they're just between the two of them. They are an item. They are in this together. But at the same time, they are still getting to know each other, they are still interested in the other, in learning new things about them.

Now, Sheppard and McKay have supposedly been playing 'the game' at this time, retcon though it is. It is much later that we see them play chess together, and it seems as though that was the first time they had ever played chess together, as Sheppard managed to take McKay completely by surprise by a pretty elementary move. Either that, or Sheppard had let McKay win on purpose previously, which is possible although not necessarily likely. Here, it seems as though McKay says what he says because he is implying he would want to play with Sheppard. That he thinks Sheppard might be enough of a challenge for him, a worthy companion to while away the time with. Sheppard has challenged McKay pretty much since day one, impressing him not only with his mental math skills but on multiple levels. McKay wants to play with Sheppard. He even ends with this half-questioning, half-reverent look at Sheppard like he's asking if he would be the one (to play with him).

But that's not what Sheppard hears.

Sheppard doesn't answer McKay but sighs instead, changing the topic by contacting the bridge. It's not the sigh of a long-suffering leader having to endure the irrelevant ramblings of his arrogant side-kick because this is simply not the time for that; McKay gonna McKay, what can you do? There is sorrow in his sigh, resignation.

He projects the inferiority he feels toward McKay's education back on him and interprets him as meaning that he does not consider Sheppard a worthy opponent and that he is still looking for someone that could challenge him. He thinks that McKay wishes there was someone like that around since Sheppard could never be that for him. But Sheppard knows that he can play chess. He would very much like the opportunity to surprise McKay.

And even in this episode, we see that Sheppard is better than McKay in strategic thinking, in "playing chess" with the virus. He's the one who is both able to figure out its moves and then physically counteract it. It took both of them to resolve this situation. Without McKay, they never would have known what's going on. And without Sheppard, they never would have survived it. It took the both of them to save everyone, and in the process they also saved each other. But they don't see it. They are both blind and deaf and in the dark trying to find their way back to each other, and yet they seem to drift further away from one another.

But while during their private moments together like this we are able to witness to how familiar they are with each other, how the way they talk is different when there are no other people around, we also see the awkwardness between them, especially when they cross that invisible line that is apparently supposed to keep everything platonic between them now. When two people have been intimate and still want each other, it is difficult to walk that back. And that's not even the only thing that has changed.

So, Sheppard comes up with the idea to beam them on the other side of the wall, and let's not forget that he comes up with this idea because McKay had used it on him previously. He takes McKay's idea and runs with it, and McKay has some qualms about this:

Sheppard: You're gonna have to beam us in. McKay: Wait a minute! The Asgard beam wasn't designed to beam from one point to another point inside a ship. We could end up re-materialized half inside a wall. Sheppard: Well, we're just gonna have to take that chance. McKay: Right! Of course. Why not?

There's something very curious about this scene. Sheppard seems almost cavalier about the possibility of the Asgard beam malfunctioning when being used against its intended purpose. And it's doubtful he doesn't believe McKay when he tells him this, or that he thinks McKay is exaggerating, being a hypochondriac. That his worries aren't warranted. Sheppard also knows McKay well enough to know when he means something for real. McKay sounds genuinely concerned, and he understands the danger much better than Sheppard. And it's very likely Sheppard gets this, this is why he wanted McKay on his team in the first place. To tell him these things. To make sure he doesn't accidentally get materialized inside a wall. So, what gives?

Yes, unless they get to the other side of the wall it's very likely that they are all going to die, and time is running out. Taking the chance, flipping that coin, it makes sense. For Sheppard, it makes sense. But he doesn't need McKay to do it with him. Two months and a change ago, he would have made McKay stay back and do it himself. No point in jeopardizing both of their lives. That way, if something happens, McKay still has a fighting chance of coming up with something else.

But the thing is, it was leaving him behind that had hurt McKay. Maybe they have talked about it, maybe they didn't, but enough time has passed that Sheppard has probably come to understand why what he did hurt McKay so much. So while he believes McKay about the danger, and while he is protective of McKay and would very much like to not have to gamble with his life, this too he is doing for McKay. If he needs them to face death together, he can do that. It's infinitely better to being left alive when the other has died, and he gets that too. Not quite in the same way McKay does, but he gets it. So he decides to flip that coin. And the way he says "Well, we're just gonna have to take that chance" has this "You asked for this, this is literally what you asked for" energy about it. Sheppard's tone is hinting at a whole conversation behind his words. And he even steps closer to McKay as he says this, as though to show him physically that he's there, that they're in this together. Sheppard even speaks for the both of them as they contact the bridge to make it happen.

And McKay's reaction is likewise revealing. He doesn't argue. We have every reason to believe that his concerns are genuine. But Sheppard had just reminded him of something. He had. in fact, signed up for this. The way he responds, the way he looks at Sheppard has such old married couple energy about it. He's not saying "Right. Of course. Why not?" like he thinks his superior is clearly nuts and he just has to go along with it. He's not saying it like he thinks the situation is dire enough to warrant taking crazy chances. He's saying it like a person that had just been reminded of his own words from a previous argument. He's saying it like a person resigning to his fate.

And then we get another reference to dick. McKay, being familiar with the principles on which Asgard technology works, is likely well within reason to be cautious about using the technology in a way that it had never been designed to be used. But the scene is played for comedy again, the idea being that McKay is a scaredy-cat, that his reaction is unreasonably timid and hence ridiculous. Sheppard is the heroic leading man, he is brave and exemplary (although notice how Sheppard takes a step to stand closer to McKay as he prepares to be beamed). We're meant to think that Sheppard is secure in his masculinity and McKay is insecure and hence Sheppard is obviously the better endowed of the two. Only, we specifically see McKay cover his parts. And we were specifically told that Sheppard was worried for his parts before, in connection with the same thing -- the Asgard beam and the possibility that the technology of these junkless aliens (as noted by Sheppard himself earlier) might possibly put their parts into jeopardy.

Both men are fond of their parts. And not only their own parts, those of the other man too. They are not just well-acquainted but very much like the parts of the other. And it is actually McKay that is much more secure in his masculinity than Sheppard, able to perform masculinity in a non-traditional way where Sheppard's performance is very traditional, keeping in within a narrow framework of accepted heteronormative behaviour. Besides which, as mentioned previously, we have been hinted at McKay being exceptionally well-endowed in the parts department, so secure in his size to as be completely unfazed by the kinds of complexes men are wont to have. He has something to worry about here, and he knows it.

So, Sheppard looks at McKay as he covers his junk and seems to attempt to make himself seem smaller by drawing into himself, and he says nothing. The easy interpretation is that Sheppard is silently judging the other man, "rolling his eyes" at him, that Sheppard is partly long-suffering of his goofy friend and partly amused by his antics. That seems to be the mainstream characterization of their interpersonal dynamic. Sheppard is the action hero that is too cool for school and McKay is the socially inept clownish sidekick. Where McKay is book-smart, Sheppard is street-smart. It almost seems like they think Sheppard feels contempt toward McKay and frequently makes quips because he barely tolerates him. Mainstream Sheppard seems to be kind of a dick. But a lot of that is pure projection.

Here, Sheppard keeps his expression carefully schooled. His intention is not to let McKay see what he's thinking right then. But of course he can't help but to look at the man next to him. Even though they are on dangerous waters, they're skirting too close to lines that they're not supposed to cross, he can't help but look. Imagine for a moment, if you will, that John Sheppard is in love with the man next to him. Imagine for a moment that Sheppard wants him so badly he can taste it, that he's had the best sex of his life with this man and suddenly it's been denied to him, and he hasn't been able to touch him for weeks. That for one reason or another the man is out of bounds for him which only makes him want him more. That he is having to risk this man's life because not doing it would hurt him even more, and he's trying to do right by him. Imagine this for a moment, and look at how he tries to school his eyes but then fails at this, has to take a peek at the man next to him.

It had been Sheppard that had reminded McKay of his Johnson being in jeopardy with the beaming technology, where Sheppard himself had been reminded of it by seeing what Hermiod lacked when he had come to visit McKay. And here, it's not actually what McKay does that makes the scene sexual. He's just protecting his family jewels. It's Sheppard's reaction that makes the scene sexual, that makes it awkward. And it stays on his mind because the comment he makes about offering McKay the stick later has its genesis in this moment. Sheppard also checks up on McKay three times, and we can interpret him looking at McKay as either his usual need to look at the man or concern for his well-being, being worried about him.

While he is trying to appear nonchalant, Sheppard himself is also clearly nervous about this and definitely took McKay's apprehension about materializing half-inside a wall seriously. The tone in which he says "Colonel, we're ready" to the bridge is also interesting. It's light and airy, no big deal kind of a tone. That's not what he's feeling, it's what he's trying to project--both at the bridge and at McKay, but for different reasons. The people on the bridge don't need to know how dangerous this might be since they've already made the decision to do this. But by speaking in this tone for the both of them, he is also letting McKay know that they're in this together. He's there for him. They're both ready to do this and he knows it because he knows McKay both inside and out.

The audience may not always take McKay's fears seriously but Sheppard does. Sheppard cares about McKay, he is protective of McKay and he is concerned for McKay's well-being. The second glance at McKay, Sheppard seems to have to tell his own hand to stay put so as not to grab McKay's hand. We saw McKay almost do that in The Defiant One (S01E11), to almost grab Sheppard's hand while frightened by the glowy bugs but then stop himself. And it makes sense because while a world of things have changed both between and around them since that time, in some ways they are back there again. That had been the last time we were shown private moments between them. And now we get to see these moments again. And between these two episodes, there was a reason why they could not show us these moments, not even in passing.

Their transport is successful and they reappear in the fighter bay. On the other side, they run into another snag.

Continued in Pt. 9

#sga #stargate atlantis #sga meta #john sheppard #sheppard is bi #rodney mckay #rodney is gay #ep. the intruder #ep. the defiant one #ep. the game

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comicaurora · 1 year ago

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So, you mentioned on the podcast that you were watching some classic-era Gundam.

For the season(s) you've watched, assuming you're not planning on suddenly taking the plunge and making a Universal Century Detail Diatribe, would you mind sharing your opinion so far? Universal Century can be a bit divisive, but I always enjoy seeing people's opinions on it. I have mixed feelings on some of the decisions made, myself, but in the grand scheme of things I enjoy what I've seen so far. (Especially Unicorn, but that's not really classic era.)

Also, I'd like to reccomend watching (or reading!) Gundam The Origin, since it acts as a really good, pretty, (and in the anime's case, short) prequel series to the original.

It's interesting! I've watched the compilation movies for 1 and 2 and most of 3, and I can't tell if they lost the plot after 1 or if the writers were being really, really scathing in a subtle way.

1 was incredibly blatant about how Amuro is a traumatized kid who got strongarmed into being the gundam pilot and using it to kill people, something that he clearly absolutely hates - and it's pretty overt that the Federation Force is more than willing to mulch up as many child soldiers as they want in order to win. The movies, and I assume the show they're compiled from, go out of their way to show that there are sympathetic young people on both sides of the conflict that just want to be free of this war, and there are also right bastards on both sides that are willing to be very callous with the lives of others. You can, of course, always identify who the compassionate people are by how pretty they are, and all the right bastards by how grotesque they are. It's pretty unsubtle about that being the core of the narrative, and they really twist the knife at certain points, like when Amuro's mother is horrified and ashamed at him self-defense-killing a Zeon soldier that was actively menacing her refugee camp, and Amuro concluding that she doesn't love him and he truly has no family to go back to.

By 2, things have gotten a little confusing, and I'm inclined to assume this is because the compilation movies had to make some cuts that would've made the character arcs flow a little more smoothly. Amuro decides to leave the whole war behind, which makes sense, but he takes the gundam, which doesn't. They introduce this thread that Amuro is extremely attached to the gundam and very proud of his ability to pilot it, and he has an actual breakdown when he learns that other members of the crew are now trained in its operation and can use it just fine, if not quite as skillfully as he can. It seems like there was a bit of a lurch from "Amuro has been unwillingly dragged into this nightmare and is forced to fight again and again despite his extremely obvious PTSD" to "Amuro refuses to let go of the giant robot that tethers him TO this nightmare," and while it's very interesting in the implications, it doesn't exactly flow cleanly. In fact, this is where there seems to be a bit of a shift from "war is bad" to "wow! cool robot." Amuro goes from PTSD-catatonia every time he destroys an enemy mobile suit to counting them during fight scenes, which is kind of a chilling indicator of the mechanized horror he's becoming accustomed to - assuming that was on purpose and not just a broad defanging of the story to do more Cool Robot Fights.

But the thing is, there's this subplot sometime around 2 or 3 involving a bunch of actual toddlers that have been hanging around on the ship - because it started as a refugee vessel escaping the destruction of a colony, so there's a lot of women (who are now conscripted pilots, of course, and shockingly badass for the era it came out in) and children onboard, and they've been stuck on the front lines running from Zeon with almost no ground support because the Federation likes throwing the gundam at things too much to care about a handful of six-year-olds potentially getting mulched. But throughout this little arc, the kids are finally on track to getting rehomed on Earth by the military - something that the kids are unhappy about because they've got a whole Found Family thing going, but Amuro approves of them leaving, saying "little kids shouldn't see people killing each other," which aligns very firmly with how he is a kid who hates all the killing he's stuck in.

Except then the happy ending is that the six-year-olds get to stay on the warship because they recently helped out with bomb disposal and "they've seen things you guys can't imagine, they don't want to leave!" And this is either really losing the plot or absolutely brilliant spiteful writing on the part of the creative team, because as I understand it, executive meddling was pushing them to include newer, flashier, more colorful giant robots (weapons of war and untold suffering that our teen hero has been trapped in by a mechanized war machine that has effectively enslaved him for his talents) to push toys to the exact age demographic of those chipper six-year-olds. It's almost like the teenage child soldiers are turning out to directly face the camera and saying "what's the difference between forcing us onto the front lines and letting these precocious youngsters keep flinging themselves into the crossfire? Gotta sell more gunplas, right?"

So if that was on purpose, I really liked it. If not, it's kinda hearbreaking to see the show gradually start pulling its punches in favor of turning the Oops All Babies warship into a heartwarming found family situation.

Also they started really banging the "newtypes are the plot now" drum in 3 and once everyone started getting psychic powers I kinda lost steam tbh

#asks #not aurora

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ilikereadingactually · 2 months ago

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Asunder

Asunder by Kerstin Hall

i've been seeing a LOT of marketing for this book, so i was pretty excited to get around to reading it. i think there are many really intriguing ideas here! the world Hall has created certainly feels broad, and her characters are distinct and each have their own charms. I can definitely understand the kind of reader this book is for! unfortunately it didn't really make full enough use of the ideas and world and characters for me, and what was probably intended to be a heartbreaking ending instead felt somewhat confusing and a little bit flat.

the cosmologies and political/social divisions in this world are quite complicated: there are dead (or mostly dead) old gods, the Bhatuma, who were slayed by the newer demonic Ephirite, and humans might work either Bhatuma or Ephirite magic depending on their culture. the main character, Karys, has sold her soul to a horrifying Ephirite in order to be able to communicate with ghosts and see the inner workings of both kinds of magics by opening the Veneer. there are also clearly political divisions, marked by borders and by bias; Karys's status as a deathspeaker clearly holds different connotations to different secondary characters and in some cases puts her in danger, while other kinds of magic—like the Hounds, dog-like taxis with bowls for backs, and the Silkess, a giant spider that serves as a kind of train—seem ordinary, or at least not scorned. i wanted to know so much more about every single one of these elements! this is the sort of fantasy that drops the reader right in without a lot of exposition up front, which i personally adore, but that method requires eventual payoffs for the trust we're asked to extend. i was very willing to go with the flow, but i never felt that any of the underpinnings of this world were adequately explained or demonstrated.

then there's Karys, and the man she is accidentally sharing a body with, Ferain. their banter is very charming; as i've said on this blog before, romantic plotlines are not really my thing, but the slow building of trust and camaraderie between them will definitely appeal to many readers! we get to see bits of their backstories, particularly Karys, and i did grow fond of them both as the story went on. but the side characters who gather along the quest felt charming but a bit shallow to me; i wanted to know them, and wanted to like them, and by the end still felt that i didn't have a good handle on who they each were as people at all.

i have to say though, this was a pretty long book, but it was a speedy read in spite of my struggles with it! the plot moves along at a good clip, and it was compelling enough to carry me through. i often felt a bit unsure as to why plot points were happening, and how they connected to the rest of the story, but the prose itself was very readable and hooked me right in. that said, the ending really didn't do it for me, emotionally or narratively—but again, romance is not my thing, and the book took a much more romantic turn at the end, so ymmv.

i think my final takeaway here is that i had a really good time reading this book, even though it didn't blow me away—and i think for readers who are less invested in the whys and hows and more interested in fast-paced action, some h/c goodness, and the romance of it all, this will be a hit.

the deets

how i read it: an e-galley from NetGalley, as per usual these days!

try this if you: dig a big-feeling fantasy world, enjoy some demonic horror in your books, love a fraught and fun "there was only one body" situation, or are into bi tsundere heroines.

a line i really liked:

Marishka watched her eat, smiling slightly. She stroked her rabbit's pale ears. "I heard an interesting story this morning," she said. Karys swallowed a mouthful of dipped bread. "Oh?" "Apparently Scuttlers was visited by a Lure during the night. A naked woman rose out of the sea, tempting the good people of Psikamit to a dance below the waves." Karys finished the last bite of her bread, and reached for another piece. "I wasn't naked," she said.

pub date: August 20, 2024! it's out there, go forth and find it!

#books and reading #booklr #bookblr #book recs #book reviews #queer fantasy #asunder #kerstin hall

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thevalleyisjolly · 10 months ago

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Rewrite of the Timeless Child concept to keep what I feel are some of its strengths (the idea of Gallifrey as an Omelas that's rewritten its own history to obscure its exploitative foundations; opening up story opportunities with forgotten regenerations) and addressing some of its weaker areas (making the Doctor even more secretly and innately special; keeping the Doctor's sense of self-identity static throughout their regenerations instead of grounded in their choices and experiences; some logistical questions about the reconfiguration of Shobogan society into pretty well established Time Lord lore):

Long ago, when the inhabitants of Gallifrey still called themselves Shobogans and they were newly venturing out into the wider universe for the first time, a colony ship meant to travel to the next galaxy over fell through a rift in time and space and was lost. For generations, the Shobogans thought that was that and regretfully wrote the colonists off as dead.

Several hundred years later, an explorer named Tecteun travels to the edge of the universe in a much more advanced ship and finds the wreckage of the colony ship around a monument underneath a wormhole. Oddly, there is a small group of children living amongst the ruins but no trace, living or dead, of any adults. The number of children is the same as the number of children recorded as being on the colony ship, though none of them match any passenger descriptions, and none of them have any memories of anything other than the small planet they're currently on. Tecteun scans them and while their base genetic structure reads as Shobogan, there are some fascinating anomalies she can't make sense of which seem to have something to do with the wormhole.

She brings the children back to Gallifrey where they collectively become known as the Timeless Children. Opinions are divided on whether they're descendants of the colonists on the ship or if they're somehow the same children from hundreds of years ago and if so, what might have happened to them to enable their survival for so long.

Tecteun begins conducting highly unethical experiments to decode the anomalies she detected. Along the way, she discovers that the children have gained a high sensitivity to temporal energy and that their cells contain some sort of regenerative quality which should give them a much longer lifespan than the average Shobogan. The biggest "discovery" happens when one of the children falls off a cliff while playing, and regenerates into a new body in front of Tecteun's eyes.

Using this knowledge, Tecteun ramps up her experiments on the children until she figures out how to reproduce the secret of regeneration. Most of the children die as a result of experiments about what conditions would cause or prevent a regeneration. Receiving a fatal wound to both hearts, for example, or complete destruction of the body will prevent regeneration. In the end, only one child survives the gruesome experiments and outright murder - the child who first fell off the cliff.

Inspired by their new regenerative abilities and awareness of temporal lines, the Shobogans refocus the bulk of their scientific and societal development towards the mastery of time. This is eventually fully realized by enterprising scientists such as Rassilon, Omega, and The Other. Having gained the power of the Time Vortex and the Eye of Harmony, the Shobogans rename themselves as "Time Lords" and fully dedicate their society and culture around this theme of temporal mastery.

The child is largely forgotten by everyone. Eventually they are snatched up by the Division as an agent. They don't use the name of "Doctor" and they are seldom trusted alone with any TARDIS, but they seem to enjoy having the company, they show a delighted wonder in seeing the universe, and to the Division's occasional frustration, they will drop everything no matter how important or pressing to help a child who is crying or alone. After an unspecified amount of time and several memory wipes, they vanish even from the Division.

Coincidentally around this era, one of the official founders of Gallifrey, the Other, quietly disappears without any fuss. It is unclear if they died or were lost or are still living somewhere as a recluse or were even assassinated, but it very easily (almost too easily) falls out of everyone's minds.

Some generations later, the House founded by The Other gains a new child of somewhat vague origins. The official position is that they were Loomed like any other proper Time Lord, although there are scurrilous rumours that one of their parents is actually a human, while some within the House itself believe that the child is a reincarnation of The Other due to certain dreams and memories in their mind. Whatever the truth, they thoroughly disappoint everyone when they're brought to the Untempered Schism for initiation and instead of being inspired or even driven mad, they just run away.

Many years after that, an old man and his granddaughter steal a TARDIS (or maybe a TARDIS steals an old man and his granddaughter) and they run off into time and space.

#doctor who #keeping the theme of 'time lord society was built on the torture and exploitation of children'#while moving away from 'the doctor is the most special person in existence with innate qualities of specialness'#and acknowledging other doctor origin stories #also keeping elements of mystery (how did the children get these abilities? what about the adults? what happened in the division?)#which can be explored in future or left as is to continue the motif of the doctor's origins being unknown; possibly even to themselves

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1000punks · 9 months ago

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bonding. //the playlist

for the folks who want something to listen to while you read bonding., here are some of the songs that i felt fit the fic. ♡

if you want a detailed reason/analysis (song-by song) head under the cut. otherwise, enjoy. and thank you to everyone who supports this fic!

after midnight - wayv this song is all about the baser/physical aspects of intimacy, it's night-based, and it talks a lot about secrets and desires. my favorite line is: that someone's scent and someone's secret, someone's scent breaks the gap between each other - which i'm sure sounds more eloquent in chinese. (translation here!)

the summoning - sleep token i know this is the "token astarion thirst trap song" but i think i particularly like the lines: raise me up again, take me past the edge, i want to see the other side. new life, pushing boundaries in a healthy way.

rain - sleep token favorite lines: and i don't wanna get in your way but i finally think i can say that the vicious cycle was over the moment you smiled at me - nuff said.

hell above - pierce the veil cannot spend another night in this home i close my eyes and take a breath real slow the consequence is if i leave, I'm alone but what's the difference when you beg for love? this song is very astarion to me, i feel like it's reminiscent of his escape/kidnapping at the very beginning of the game, as well as that first sexual encounter.

first light - hozier another token astarion song! festé, to me, is very sun-coded. and i think this would be astarion's way of saying that he didn't know things could be this good before that damned imp walked unceremoniously into his life.

haunted - type o negative this part: a living flame, impossible to resist; burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick. astarion's thirst, and the effect festé's blood and body seems to have on him. also, the way he can't figure them out even though they're very up-front about the things they say and do.

sexual healing - marvin gaye, kygo this one is pretty obvious but!

mother may i - coheed & cambria i wanted to grab this one as a nod to one of astarion's voice lines. but this line: god only knows when your word isn't pure, and the blood on your hands isn't yours screams to astarion's guilt for manipulating them. oopsie

boy division - my chemical romance this line: i buy my enemies rope to hang me and the knives to gang me; you can watch them stab me on your television referring to astarion feeling like he was complicit in his own trauma, and the anger that goes along with that. also the coffin part (:'D)

vampires will never hurt you - my chemical romance can you take this spike? will it wash away this jet black feeling? i think, deep down, he feels guilty for having to feed on them, and in general, being the way that he is. of course, they accept him fully but he doesn't accept that, not at the start. also heehoo vampire song

please please please let me get what i want - deftones good times for a change that's it, post. no but this version of this song to me speaks desire, not just melancholy and longing like the smiths (i honestly hate the smiths). deftones brought a more "feral" quality to this cover that i really like.

vore - sleep token your flesh and bone welcome me in, welcome me in are you in pain like i am? will we remain stuck in the throat of gods? will the pain stop if we go deeper? this one is for both of them, honestly. that moment where you realize that, emotionally and physically, you're in too deep with someone to quit, to cut things off.

irresistible - fall out boy this is just for the bdsm elements HAH. no but this entire song, i don't know why it fits them both exactly, but it does. the way they both go through the absolute worst trauma (both apart and together) and can still mostly laugh, shrug, make love, and keep on living.

w.a.m.s. - fall out boy my head's in heaven, my soles are in hell let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well on astarion's side, it's a song about feeling like he's the sum of his past deeds. on festé's, it's a song about meeting in the middle and being physically present.

big iron - marty robbins this... lmfao. i was listening to spotify on shuffle and i was like this is so... unserious. festé would love this song. but this (and the wanderer) point to the many adventures they've had before they met astarion. and how they're generally a judicious and "good" person.

the wanderer - dion festé slept around a lot before this, and on the surface, they might seem like a ripple on the water. moving around a lot, having lots of sexual conquests, etc. for as short as their life has been relative to astarion's, they've certainly lived a lot. he's changed them though, they want to stay in one place now.

drowning - radio company this is more under the surface with festé. i feel like if they were here in modern times, they would love folk and americana music. they may look like a thembo, but underneath that, they're emotionally complex and actually quite guarded. specifically this line: hold the day oh we pray to make it through the night i think would have been a hard-hitter in the very end of the netherbrain conflict. they were trying really hard to hold it together for the sake of everyone else, and that's something they really struggle with emotionally; feeling like the world rests on their shoulders.

forever ain't long - radio company take me to heaven or wherever you're from back where it started before the hurt came along this is love, plain and simple, from festé to astarion. it also hints at something they're going to go through in a much later chapter in the fic.

undisclosed desires - muse i listened to this a lot when i was writing //taking. festé is the type of top/dom that intensely cares about whoever it is that they're sleeping with. they're a service top, plain and simple. luckily, they're pretty forthcoming with how they approach topping someone else, though. they want to find exactly what the other person needs, and provide it. i know you've suffered but i don't want you to hide it's cold and loveless i won't let you be denied

coming of age ceremony - hyolyn, xia this song was another one i listened to a lot during //taking. it's about coming into a different role. it's the switch song. hahah it's actually a cover! i think the duet makes it really... sensual. give me twenty stems of roses so i can feel your love is a BAR. 20 roses is symbolic of sincerity and a deep belief in something, so i thought it fit well with the theme of commitment and exploration. (translation here!)

i'll keep you safe - sagun it's really simple, it's a lofi song. does what it says on the can. i imagine it being the background song to the two of them drifting off to sleep in each others' arms, as cheesy as that sounds. they haven't spent a night apart since act 2, give them a break.

tell it to my heart - meduza, hozier this is the song that plays in astarion's head whenever he gets really down on himself. i don't know that he'll ever truly believe he deserves someone like festé, and this is the little voice in his head confirming that. it alludes to him tending to misread situations that are actually innocent, which i think is something a lot of people who have trauma can relate to - jumping to the worst conclusions. what he doesn't know that deep down, they feel the same way.

it's not a side effect of the cocaine, i am thinking it must be love - fall out boy put your hand between an aching head and an aching world we'll make them so jealous we'll make them hate us those moments where astarion is trapped in his memories and he feels his imp touching him and grounding him back in the moment? yeah, i think of this line. they both want to show the other off, they're both so proud of each other and so DISGUSTINGLY in love.

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To Hold the Sea | Ch. 2

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synopsis: Things get awkward working with Ango. Dazai is acting strange. Pretty Dazai focused...? I think.

warnings: Suggestive at the end hehe

“Sakaguchi from the Special Division is in the front waiting for you, come out when you’re ready.” Haruno prompts you.

“I’ll be a minute.”

You slept alone last night, no Dazai to snooze your alarms for you. He never made it easier to sleep, but he was pleasant company for the hours both of you spent awake. Reluctantly, you get up from your chair and walk to the front, when Ango sees you he gives you a meaningful nod and follows you back to your office.

“The paperwork, please.” He hands it to you carefully,

You had some work to do regarding Kyouka’s entrance to the agency, some documents detailing her ability, and its history that would be passed off to the Special Division.

“...There’s a lot to get through,” He mumbles, pushing his glasses up.

“Yes, there is.”

“Why don’t we make some tea?” he asks meekly.

You sigh as you get up to walk toward the kitchen. He notices the lack of sleep in your eyes. Boiling the water is awkward. Ango just stands out of your way as best he can. Anyone who entered the room made a point to get out quickly. When the water finally boils and the tea is finally steeped, you make your way back to your office and get to work. Things are tense, but they go by fast enough.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with this.” Ango sighs,

“With what?” You question.

“All the work with the Special Division.” His response is quick and sounds forced.

“Anything else?” He shakes his head disappointedly and looks at his own papers.

“Are you sure?” your words are harsh and aggravated; he nods.

“You’re such a liar.” You scoff,

“I was going to apologize because obviously working with me upsets you.”

“There it is.”

Although you’re acting so cold you do feel a little bad. You figure it must be difficult for him too. You break the awkward silence,

“Did Dazai acknowledge you at all when you came in?” You ask, a little softer than before. He laughs a little,

“No…” He takes a deep breath in, “He calls when he needs me, that’s all I ask.”

You nod meaningfully. The workday’s almost over and you both still have plenty to get through.

“We have a lot left to do and it’s getting late. Let’s continue tomorrow.”

“Of course.” He excuses himself and thanks you for your cooperation.

As soon as Ango’s gone you switch over to some other reports due by the end of the week. Soon, there are 3 minutes left until you can go home. Dazai pops in to check on you,

“Wrapping things up?”

“Yeah-” he cuts you off,

“Dinner tonight?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll be waiting downstairs.” As soon as he arrived he disappeared.

You collect your things, turn off your computer, and put your teacup in the dishwasher. When you meet him downstairs he has a strange look on his face. When he looks at you it changes. The two of you walk side by side on the way to your usual spot, a local noodle shop. The owner recognizes you as “that strange couple” and sets you up at your regular table; it’s pushed away toward the corner of the restaurant. You’ve been going there since you went underground all those years ago.

“How’d today go?”

“Fine, Why?”

“Just curious.” He shrugs.

Your conversations have been dry lately. You think even the waitress might notice it. Although, she still hasn’t realized that you and Dazai aren’t really a couple. You don’t blame her for thinking it, though. You’ve always been alone together; he felt like a part of you.

“Is that really all you have to say about it?” he pries,

“Well, you know how it is; it’s just difficult to see him, I wish it wasn’t.”

He thinks on this for a moment. He looks like he wants to ask something but he doesn’t.

“Did you do any work today?” your question seems more like a dig at him,

“Of course!” he scoffs, “I’m always very productive, you know.”

You roll your eyes at him. When you’re handed the bill (as usual) Dazai takes it from you.

“I’ll handle it this time,” he smiles, charming as ever. You give him a suspicious look,

“What do you want from me?”

“Your time and hospitality, my dear, nothing you don’t give me on the regular.” He winks.

You don’t just let it go but push it aside for now. On your walk home, his steps are in sync with yours and he feels extra close.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything? You’re being clingy.”

“It’s as I said, nothing you don’t give me on the regular.” You purse your lips.

“You’re so weird.” You suspect something but, again, you push it aside.

When you arrive at your apartment he makes himself at home. As you lay on the couch, watching a show to keep you busy, Dazai comes to lay beside you. For a while, he just sits there calmly, but eventually, he rolls over on top of you.

“Hi,” You smile and run your fingers through his hair.

“Hello,” his eyes scan your face.

“Do you need something?” You ask playfully.

He hums and brings himself to hover over your neck, dipping down to kiss it lightly. A hand falls to your waist. You tangle a hand back into his hair and pull him down for a kiss on the lips. When he pulls away he smiles. You smile back but give him a knowing look,

“You must really want something from me.” you joke. You hadn’t forgotten.

“This,” he breathes, “this.”

And somehow you’re disappointed. When you wake up, an annoying amount of marks strewn about your neck and collarbone, you curse his antics. Yet, you question if that’s truly all it was he wanted.

Note: I looooved writing the end :))))) Please lmk what I did right (or wrong!) I love feedback! Also, maybe some advice on when to release chapters??? I don't have a schedule and I've written probably about 20 chapters by now, haha.

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