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[i-am-a-fan]

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[ilovenatasharomanoff2-0]

Starstudded

Warnings: handjob (n receiving) car sex, riding, kind of public sex, p in v, unprotected sex

Pairings: intersex virgin Natasha x Fem reader

highschool au

Word count: 2.6k

This relates to this post I made: Here

Natasha was taking you out on a date for your 6-month anniversary. She had devised the idea to take you out on a picnic date during the sunset. When you agreed to do this with her, a warm smile coated her face. It was something you loved to see and made you happy.

Once you had helped Natasha load the truck the two of you started to drive down to the park. Natasha immediately started to ramble on about the new Tv she started watching with her mom.

"Y/n, you won't believe me on how cool the CGI looked in this episode until you actually watch it with me. Please watch it with me." She says to you, turning her head to the side to see you looking at her. Her lips curled upwards before she turned her head back to the road.

"Mhm, I will Tash, but you gotta tell me when they air baby. You have a habit of watching the episodes and not telling me when you're watching them."

"Oh, yeah-I'll tell you next time, 'swear. I'm sorry!" She tells you, her hand running through her hair and returning right back to the wheel.

"No need to be sorry Nat, I know it wasn't on purpose so I'm not mad." You tell her, before looking out the window on your side. You stare at all of the tall buildings and people walking on sidewalks. It was one of the best things about living in the city.

The car was soon quiet with a comfortable silence. The only things you could hear were the soft music of the radio and cars driving past Natasha's.

you sat comfortably in the passenger seat, and you notice Natasha's hand slowly making its way to your knee, her touch feels warm and reassuring to you. She was too shy to move her hand up closer to your thigh even though the two of you have been dating for 6 months.

Her hand moved up on down slowly, she was hoping you wouldn't say anything about it. Natasha's head occasionally looked at you when you weren't looking. She loved you so much and never wanted to end it.

The last 5 minutes passed in the car. Natasha parked in a parking spot and got out of the car. You followed out and left the car as well, heading over to the trunk to get to blanket Natasha had bought just for this date. You smiled at it and looked at Natasha once more who was carrying the basket that had the food you two had bought, and her telescope.

"You really love that thing huh?" You ask her eyeing the telescope she had in her left hand, laughing a little.

"What? My telescope?" She responded back, closing the trunk and looking at you.

"Mhm, love it more than me?" You said back to her a fake pout coating over your face.

"No! I love you more than this telescope y/n! Sure, it was 3,000 dollars and I did have to do lots of begging for it, but I love you way more." Natasha pleaded with you, almost dropping the two things in her hand

"I was just joking Nat, of course, I know that you love me, my love. Now let's go find a good spot to set up this stuff Kay?"

She nodded her head slightly, trying not to make her glasses fall off of her face. Natasha locked the car and started walking over to the grassy area. You followed right behind her, catching up to her and walking beside her.

After strolling for a few minutes, the perfect spot to lay down your belongings finally revealed itself. It offered a beautiful vantage point to take in the stunning cityscape. Without delay, you began to unfurl the blanket, smoothing out the creases and placing it gently on the soft grass. Meanwhile, Natasha diligently assembled her trusty telescope, ensuring that it was properly aligned. so the both of you could see the stars and hopefully a planet.

Natasha let out a happy sigh, being satisfied with her work, and walked over to you. Seeing you already sat down on the blanket, she laid down right next to you. Her eyes gazed upon your face. She had the softest look on her face, you swear you could see a sparkle in her eyes when you looked down at her.

"You're so pretty y/n/n. I could stare at you forever, just like the stars." Natasha tells you before sitting up. A smile comes up on your face and you give her a kiss, her cheeks heating up with red.

"You're too cute Tasha." You tell her bringing her into a hug. Natasha let out a laugh and hugged you back.

"Can we eat y/n? I'm soooo hungry." She tells you, immediately switching topics but still hugging you.

"Of course Nat, you don't have to ask me you know." You tell her and pull away from the hug, reaching over to the basket and grabbing the food that Natasha packed for herself and giving it to her.

"Thank you, y/n/n," she said to you before she started savoring her food. She managed to get the workers at a popular sandwich place to cut her bread into two stars. It was the cutest thing ever, seeing her open up the plastic and eat her star-shaped sandwiches, You reciprocated her smile and reached for your own meal from the basket, enjoying it alongside her.

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Natasha and you had finished your meal. You two had talked about life in general. Natasha brought up how she was gonna bring her guitar out here but Melina said no because she already brought her telescope and she knew Natasha would drop one and break it.

"You don't understand y/n! I had this amazing song written for you, planned just for tonight and she goes and tells me I can't bring my guitar? It's so stupid!" She told you, her face frowning up.

"Hey, it's okay Natasha. I bet Melina would let me come over tomorrow after school, play it for me then okay?"

"M'kay, but it won't be the same..." She whispers the last part and lays down on the blanket, right next to where you were laying.

"Natasha it's gonna sound beautiful either way I know it." You reassure her and move over to your side so you can see her. You see her looking up at the sky trying to see any stars, her hands laying on her stomach. It was a comforting view.

After a while, Natasha shifted onto her side and fixed her gaze upon you. As your eyes met, a profound sense of connection seemed to pass between you both, enveloping you in a shared moment of contemplation and understanding.

Natasha moved closer to you and put her hands on your face. "I-is this okay?" She asks you, always wanting your reassurance whenever she touched you.

"Mhm." You whisper out to her. Her lips met yours, your hands wrapping around her back as you kissed her passionately. The only thing you two could hear was the sound of cars driving past the park and the wind moving the tree branches around.

By now most people had left the park, the only people that passed were peopled that walked and ran late at night. Natasha pulled away from the kiss and looked at you.

"Could we um-do this in the car?" She whispered out to you, even though no one was around. Her face getting red as she looked down at her pants.

"Sure baby, but do you have a reason why?" You tried to act like you didn't know why she wanted to go into the car, but you obviously knew, feeling the hard-on Natasha had.

"I-I don't know." She replies back to you, looking in every direction except your face. you let out a chuckle and look away.

You sat yourself up and started to put all the trash away in the basket you had brought out. Natasha quickly stood herself up and covered her hands where her hard-on was, turning her back towards you quickly so she could put her telescope she didn't use away.

You quickly folded the blanket that was placed on the grass and grabbed the two items. You waited for Natasha to finish folding her telescope before you went down to the car.

"You don't have to wait y/n. Just take the keys I'll be down there in a second. She tells you, giving you the car keys. You walked down to the car and loaded the trunk once more. You got back into the passenger seat and waited on Natasha to get in the car.

A couple minutes later she entered the car. Her hands still covering her hard-on, and her face was looking out the window, still not trying to look at you.

"Do you need help with that baby?" You ask her, moving her hand away from her cock and palming her through her sweatpants. A low groan left her mouth as she threw her head back against the seats.

"Please." She whined out to you, her hips already moving up from your movements.

"Already so hard for me Nat? Didn't even do anything and you're hard huh baby?" You tell her before slipping down her sweatpants, leaving her in only a hoodie and boxers.

Her cock standing up in its confinements only made Nat needier for you, a small wet stain was now prominent at the top of her boxers. She let out loud and shaky breaths and she waited for you to do something.

You slowly pull down Natasha's boxers, her cock springing out and hitting her stomach, a moan leaves her mouth when you circle her tip with your thumb, slowly bringing one of your hands down to jerk her off. Her hips move up at their own pace to fuck your hand.

"F-fuck, y/n if you keep doing that I'll cum too fast s-slow down please" She moaned out to you, her hands gripping the side of the seats while you jerked her off.

Loud moans kept on falling from her mouth as you moved your hand up and down faster around her, using your hand and squeezing it just a bit so it could stimulate Natasha's pleasure.

"Look so cute right now Tash, your cock is always so needy for me hm?" She looks at you again, her eyes hazy and her mouth opened, moan after moan leaving her mouth.

"Oh fuck y/n i'-"

With an attempt at a warning, Natasha cums all over her her hoodie and your hand. Her hips bucked into your hand slightly as you slowed down your movements.

"Good job Nat." You tell her before giving her a kiss on the lips. You pull away after a few seconds and see that her face is flushed with red, her mid-length hair sticking to her face as she looked up at you.

"Y/n-i'm still hard." She tells you while looking down at her cock, her glasses had some fog on them so she took them off and sat them on the dashboard.

"Go sit down in the back Nat, let me ride you." You tell her, Natasha doesn't need to hear another word before she's climbing over the storage compartment and into the backseat. She quickly takes off her hoodie, leaving her in only a wifebeater. She lets out a groan while she waits for you.

You quickly slip down your sundress leaving you in only a bra and panties, you make your way to the backseat where Natasha was waiting and sit on her lap.

"Are we gonna do this here y/n, I mean, what if we get caught?" She asks you coming a little scared of having sex in the back of her car.

"Do you not want to do it anymore? If you don't want to that's find, but I just jerked you off Nat." You tell her looking straight into her face.

"No-no I still want to do it, just please hurry it's starting to hurt. And my mom is gonna wonder why I'm out so late so we have to make this quick y/n/n" Natasha tells you before kissing your neck, her hands making their way to your back and unclasping your bra.

You quickly move your panties to the side while Natasha is occupied kissing your neck. You slowly sink yourself down onto Natasha's cock. You needed a couple minutes to adjust to her because she was so big.

Natasha stopped kissing your neck and let out another loud moan into the car.

"Feel so good in me Nat." You moan out to her and wrap your arms around her, sinking down onto her cock once more, you slowly get down to the base of her cock.

"So full baby, you fill mommy up so good my love." You tell Natasha, her head resting in the crook of your neck as you started moving your hips up and down.

The both of you let out loud moans as you rode her. Her hands make their wait onto your waist and move you up and down. Natasha's eyebrows are scrunched as she focuses on your pussy squeezing her cock. You two have had sex a couple of times, but she's so hooked on your pussy.

"S-so good y/n." She moans into your ear, her hips thrusting up at the same time as you. The windows were all fogged up now, the car being humid and hot. Your hand reached out to the window, leaving your handprint on the glass.

Natasha moved one of her hands away from your waist and onto your clit, making you moan out into the air. Her fingers fastened their pace when she saw the look on your face.

"Does that feel good y/n?" She asks you in between shaky breaths.

"Mhm, keep doing that baby." You tell her and lean your forehead against hers. Your hips getting faster as you got closer to your orgasm, you could tell Natasha was already close by the way her eyes started to close.

"Shit, cum with me y/n please." She begs out to you, the one hand she had on your waist tightening.

After a few more seconds you finally came around her cock, squeezing around her tightly so she can finish.

"Oh my god y/n," Natasha whispers into your ear before letting go inside of you, her hot cum painting the inside of your walls. The both of you fall into a comfortable silence as you catch your breath.

"That was good, thank you y/n," Natasha tells you before she helps you get off of her cock.

"Of course baby, but I do think we should get back home, it's already 11:30 and you said you were gonna be home by 10." You tell her before putting your sundress back on and giving Natasha her boxers and pants.

"Already?! Uhhhh, fuck my hoodie. Um, can you take it home with you y/n, I already know I'm gonna get questioned by my parents about why I'm out so late and these stains aren't gonna make it better?" She tells you handing the hoodie over shyly.

"Of course Nat, I'm gonna keep it for a few weeks because it will remind me of you when you're not next to me," you tell Natasha and smile before getting back up to the front seat.

Natasha follows closely behind you, coming up to sit in the driver's seat, she grabs her glasses and cleans them with her shirt and puts the back on her face

"I had a fun time tonight y/n."

"Me too Tash, don't forget I'm coming over tomorrow to listen to your song so you better be ready okay?"

"Okay, I promise I'll be up before 12," She tells you and you both laugh at her promise.

"Yeah, you better, or else I'm telling Melina to take away all of your comics."

"Ha ha ha, you're so funny y/n," Natasha tells you before she starts driving out of the park and driving you back to your house.

[writerslittlelibrary]

"What, are you?"

masterlist

summary: when your abilities show themselves during a viscous Drüskelle attack, General Kirigan has you immediately transferred to the Little Palace for protection

pairing: Aleksander Kirigan x sun summoner reader

warnings: canon level violence, mention of blood

genre: angst, fluff

words: 2683

a/n: I watched the show Shadow & Bone a few years age, and I was absolutely obsessed. recently I picked up the books, and I cannot express how upset I am that they’ve cancelled the series. It literally had so much potential :(

also, I apologise for literally falling off of the face of the earth these past two months. I was depressed at first, and when I felt a little better me and my mom went on a two week vacation to Ireland, and this week I was at a figure skating camp, so I didn’t really get to writing lol. anyhow, I’m feeling better, and I am planning on writing more fics and hopefully do a flufftober week or something :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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The war in Ravka had been raging on for as long as you could remember. It had taken your parent’s lives, and very likely their parent’s lives as well. Now it was your turn to take your place in the army and fight in the war. 

You had never possessed much physical strength. Ever since you were a child, you were weak and fragile. It had pushed the caretakers at the orphanage to give you other tasks. 

They wanted you to posses as many skills as possible, to ensure you would have a future, even if you wouldn’t be able to fight in the war. As you got older, you seemed to develop a true talent in drawing. Your drawings were detailed and realistic, and so the caretakers pressed to ensure you would continue developing that talent. 

When you became of age, you were send to join the first army as a mapmaker. 

Currently you were stationed at a camp just next to the fold. There were several skiffs being readied to enter the fold, but after running a little detour, you found out you were not scheduled to go on any of them. 

At the moment, you were sitting with a Squaller. You had met her years ago, when both of you were just little girls. A boy had been bullying you, and she had thrown him across the field. Ever since, you had been friends. When she would return to the Little Palace, you would write to her, and when you were stationed at an encampment, she would request to be sent to the same place.

As you were laughing at something Zoya had said, you heard yelling coming from a few tents away from you. You figured it was just another soldier fight, but Zoya knew better as she stood, pulling you up with her when she seemingly spotted something that frightened her.

She pushed you behind her, grabbing your hand and she made a run to the edge of the encampment, towards the forest.

You could hear shouting behind you, and the noises of a fight reached your ears. This was not a friendly soldier fight. Too many people had been involved for that. Before you could reach the forest, you could feel two arms wrapping around you from behind, pulling you away from Zoya. 

She screamed, reaching out for you before someone took her out from behind. 

The language the man spoke was foreign, and it didn’t take you long to realise they were Fjerdans. They must’ve dressed up as soldiers so they could infiltrate the tents and eliminate the Grisha. 

You fought against the man holding you down, kicking him in the stomach and managing to punch him in the face. 

He struggled, falling backwards. You didn’t hesitate to run away from him, spotting Zoya on the ground, the Drüskelle on top of her. He had a knife in his hand, undoubtedly planning on slicing Zoya’s throat. 

You ran over quickly, jumping on the man’s back in order to get him off of her. Zoya struggled for a bit, surprised by your return before regaining her composure, raising her arms to blast the man backwards. She made her way over to you, grabbing you hand once more before she was pierced by an arrow. A Drüskelle stood behind her, a few feet away, holding a bow. 

Zoya fell to the ground, and the Fjerdan you had managed to push to the ground was now behind you again, restraining you as the other one walked over to Zoya.

He grabbed her hair, pulling her to her knees, with her head pulled backwards. He mumbled a few words in Fjerdan, something about salvation of the witches before he pressed his knife to her throat. 

You screamed, fighting against the Drüskelle holding you as they prepared to slit Zoya’s throat. 

The moment the Drüskelle drew blood, you screamed. An anger releasing inside you that you didn’t know you were holding. Your view went black, a bright light shining through the blackness before you felt your body giving out. You could faintly hear screaming, and you could make out Zoya’s voice as she held you head in her lap. 

After that, everything went black. 

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When your vision returned, you could make out you were in a tent. You saw Zoya’s face first, looking concerned as she wiped a wet cloth over your forehead. It appeared you were burning up, yet the cool cloth felt as though it had burned you.

You groaned, moving away from her touch and shielding your eyes. The light was too bright, even though the tent was fairly dark. 

“She’s awake,” you heard Zoya say to another person in the room, who hummed thoughtfully before dismissing her.

“Thank you, Zoya. You may leave,” you heard a male voice command. 

You saw Zoya shaking her head, holding one hand on your arm as her head was turned to the other presence. 

“Please, General. She’s confused and scared as is. Allow me stay, please,” Zoya said, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard her use the word ‘please’, let alone use it multiple times in the same sentence.

“Very well,” the male voice commanded, and you could hear large footsteps cross the tent towards where you were lying down.

You groaned, grabbing onto Zoya as you pulled yourself into a sitting position, noticing you were indeed in the tent of the Black General. You breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, and your eyes fell to two Heartrenders standing guard at the entrance of the tent.

“You’ve made quite the show, miss…?” the General trailed off, looking at you expectedly. 

“y/l/n, y/n y/l/n,” you said quietly, turning your gaze to fall on Zoya, who had moved to sit next to you on the cot you were previously laying on. 

Your head felt heavy, and your hands felt clammy. 

“Miss y/l/n, tell me, what are you?” the General asked, leaning against a desk placed in the tent. 

You looked at him confused, thinking about what he could possibly mean. 

“A mapmaker, sir,” you told him, turning to look at Zoya. You couldn’t read her expression, so you turned back to the General, who looked slightly offended. 

“Don’t fool me,” he started. “What are you,” he stated firmly.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you admitted honestly, not wanting to upset him.

He looked at you for a moment, determining whether you were lying before speaking again.

“Were you tested as a child?” he asked, to which you nodded. 

“What was the result?” 

“I wasn’t Grisha,” you said, a hint of pain in your voice. You had always wanted to be Grisha. To be in a place where you belong, amongst people who were like you. Instead, you were just normal, with no place where you belonged.

“Your little display of power this morning suggests otherwise, miss y/l/n,” the General spoke.

You looked at him confused. 

“I don’t understand what you mean,” you told him honestly.

“You singhandly managed to scare all of the Drüskelle away, yet you claim to have no knowledge of what you were doing?” 

“I’m sorry, sir, I truly don’t,” you replied, flinching slightly when the General pushed himself off the desk, closing the distance between you. 

“Hold out your arm,” he stated. 

You did as he said, extending your arm towards him while pulling up your sleeve, knowing what he wanted. 

“You say you were tested as a child?” the General asked in confirmation, noting the way you nodded, almost disappointed. “Were you injured during the testing?” he asked you, seeing your face contort in confusion. 

“I don’t recall… does that matter?” you asked, looking up at him as he stood before you. 

“It is the whole point of the test,” he said, taking ahold of your arm and bringing his sharp ring towards it. Gently, he pressed the talon in your arm, and you gasped at the slight sting before a warm beam of light shot from your arm.

You eyes widened, and the moment he let your arm fall back you grasped it, looking at the cut in disbelief. 

“You are very much Grisha, miss y/l/n,” the General said, motioning towards the Heartrenders at the entrance of the tent. 

You couldn’t find any words, turning to Zoya who just looked as bewildered as you. 

“I’m Grisha…” you whispered quietly, looking at Zoya. 

Before she could say anything, the General had returned to your side, gently grasping your upper arm and pulling you up. 

“We’ll have to work quickly. The Drüskelle are already on alert after the attack, and word of your discovery will spread fast,” the General said, handing you a red Kefta, urging you to put it on. “You’ll travel in my coach,” he spoke, before handing you to the two Heartrenders. 

You looked towards Zoya, who stood and asked the General if she could accompany you. 

He shook his head, insisting that she was still needed at the camp. 

Before you knew it, you were being dragged outside and towards the Darkling’s coach. Two Oprichniki stand at the doors, opening them upon seeing your arrival. You didn’t resist, taking the hand one of the Oprichniki offered to help you step inside. 

Once you settled into the coach, the two Heartrenders followed, sitting across from you. The doors were closed, and the two Oprichniki moved to the front, no doubt riding on horses beside the coach. 

You were silent for the first part of the journey, admiring the detailed embroidery on the red Kefta adorning your body. 

“It’s bulletproof,” said the man across from you suddenly. You looked up, meeting his kind smile and realising they had been watching you. “It is why the General wanted you to wear it,” he finished.

You nodded, allowing your hand to fall to your lap. 

“I’m Feydor, and this is Ivan,” the Heartrender introduced himself, motioning towards his partner beside him. He carried a stern look on his face, turning to look outside instead. 

You nodded in reply, turning to look outside in thought. 

“Where are we going?” you asked, turning back to Feydor. He smiled.

“The Little Palace, of course,” he said. 

You nodded once more, settling your gaze outside again. “Why the hurry?” 

“By now, every Drüskelle and Shu assassin will have heard what happened at the camp. What you did. We need to make sure you are behind safe walls when they come for you,” Feydor explained, and you nodded once more.

“I don’t even know what I did,” you then said, earning the look of both Feydor and Ivan. 

“You saved us,” Feydor started. “Your light killed two Drüskelle, and scared the rest away. The disguised themselves as First army to kill Grisha. Without you, they would have succeeded.” 

You looked at him surprised, not expecting that reply to come from his mouth. You could not remember a single thing that happened at the camp, let alone the Drüskelle attack. 

After the conversation died down, you turned to look outside once more. You felt your eyes drooping, exhausting settling into your bones as the world outside passed you in a blur.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and an Oprichniki opened the coach door. 

“There’s a fallen tree on the road, we’re moving it now,” he stated, closing the door again. Ivan looked uneasy, glancing out the little window. Feydor did the same, studying the other window until there was shouting. 

Immediately, Ivan and Feydor got up, both heading out the doors.

“Stay here, get down, and don’t move,” Feydor said, pushing a blade of Grisha steel into your hands before abandoning the coach. 

You did as he said, crouching down onto the floor of the coach, pressing your knees against your chest. You could hear screaming outside and multiple guns firing. When it stilled for a moment, you thought it was over, until the glass of the coach broke and a smoke bomb was thrown inside.

You coughed, pushing the door of the coach open and stumbling outside, falling to your knees as you tried to catch your breath. 

You heaved, clutching the Girsha steel knife in your hand when you looked up, barely registering the boots of a figure marching towards you, grabbing your hair and dragging you away. 

You fought, struggling against his hold as he pressed his knife to your throat, pressing harshly. You felt a trickle of blood stream down you neck, and you grabbed the knife in you hand as tightly as you could before stabbing it backwards, hitting the person in the stomach. 

His hold on you faltered enough for you to push him away, running away from him, into the forest. 

You ran for as long as your feet could take you, registering the fighting still happening behind you. When you stopped for only a second to catch your breath, you were tackled to the ground, a figure laying on top of you.

His held his knife high above his head, muttering a prayer of kinds before preparing to bring it down.

You could faintly hear a horse in the background, and you closed your eyes tightly, figuring this was it. You heard a yell, but you didn’t feel the sharp pain of a knife digging into your skin. Instead, when you opened your eyes. You could see the man on top of you, slowly falling in two. 

You turn your head, seeing the Darkling standing there beside a group of other Oprichniki. You realised he had cut the man on top of you in half. 

When he fell, you pushed him off of you, moving away from the body, and catching your breath. 

The General walked over to you, extending his arm, which you gratefully took as he helped you up. He studied the cut on your throat.

“Are you alright?” he questioned. 

You nodded, moving your hand to rub the sore spot on your throat. 

“You’ll ride with me,” he stated, walking over to his horse, leaving no room for argument. 

You followed him, standing beside him as he mounted his horse, extending his hand to help pull you up. You allowed him, settling in the saddle as he took off in a gallop. 

He held onto you firmly, ensuring you wouldn’t fall at the movement of the horse. 

With you were riding multiple Oprichniki guards, and you spotted Ivan and Feydor both riding on a horse themselves. They must’ve won the fight in the woods. 

After riding for nearly half a day, the group stopped at an abandoned barn. The Oprichniki secured it, while the General dismounted the horse, extending his arm to help you off as well. When the Oprichniki secured the barn, the group moved inside. 

The horses were giving water and something to eat, while a small group of Oprichniki went outside to hunt for dinner. 

You settled on the ground, close by the fire that Ivan had made. Once the sun had set, the temperature had dropped significantly, and you could say with certainty you were freezing.

You pulled the dirty Kefta around you a little tighter, hoping to conserve some warmth. The General seated himself beside you, reaching out a gentle hand to touch the cut on your neck. You winced slightly at the sting, and General Kirigan retreated his hand to retrieve a small, black cloth from his pocket. 

Gently, he wiped the blood away from you neck and face, making sure to avoid pressing to harshly. 

Once he retreated his hand, you gave him a small smile. 

“Thank you,” you said in a quiet voice, and he nodded. 

“Once you’re in the palace you’ll be able to clean up properly. The cut isn’t too deep, but in your weakened state it is enough to stir some worry,” he explained, tucking the small cloth back into his pocket. 

You nodded once again, moving to lay down, using you arm to support your head. The palace. That is where you were headed, after all…

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[c-e-d-dreamer]

I Can Take the Upper Hand and Touch Your Body: Part One

A/N: it's here! It's officially @acotar-omegaverse-week party people! Did you know there is a serious LACK of Nessian omegaverse? It's a crime. So you know I had to come out here and represent us Nessian girlies. So I hope everyone enjoys Nesta and Cassian "turning up the heat" in hopefully the best way 😉 Seriously, this is very filthy. The plot? Not really there. But there is plenty of smut 😇

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The first thing Nesta notices when the elevator doors open on the fifteenth floor is the scent. It’s unmistakable, a sweet mix of pheromones that is all too indisputable; although this particular scent seems to be tinged distinctly with pine, with the wind kissed breeze that blows off the mountains. Already, Nesta’s body begins to respond as that scent floods her senses, heat flaring through her veins and down to her toes, but she’s quick to snuff out those flames, refusing to let even an ember continue to breathe.

Presenting as an omega had been everything Nesta’s mother ever wanted for her. Since as early as she can remember, it was all Elinor Archeron ever seemed to speak about. She’d brush through the long strands of Nesta’s hair, braiding them back with the same harshness she took to parenting, and remind her eldest daughter that a good omega could secure the best alpha match, ensure the family’s security.

Her mother always made it sound like it was powerful to be an omega, but to Nesta, it felt more like a life sentence. A cold iron collar settling around her neck, around her wrists, shackling her to a life condemned as a trussed up broodmare.

A blessing from the Mother. That’s what Elinor had said when Nesta presented much earlier than most girls. What she said when she threw a ball to celebrate the presentation. What she said when she paraded Nesta around the room, when alphas twice Nesta’s age leered with too sharp teeth and too eager eyes at her body, pawed at her dress and her arms. It took all of Nesta’s willpower to hold her tongue against the word she really wanted to utter the whole night.

Curse.

So when Elinor finally passed, when Nesta was finally free, she became everything her mother would have hated. Cold. Callous. Stubborn. She swallowed enough suppressants until she could push through university and up the corporate ladder. Instead of the simpering, sweet omega the world expected, Nesta became one that snarls and bites. Returned every look she got from an alpha with a sneer of her own, every honeyed word with clipped ones, until alphas preferred to steer clear of her.

Nesta Archeron decided that she may be an omega, but she was in control.

Sighing softly, Nesta weaves her way down the hall and toward the source of the scent. The closer she gets, the thicker that scent becomes. She swears she can feel it wrap around her throat, swears she can taste it on the back of her tongue. It prickles across her skin and beckons her closer still. Nesta has to take a moment to close her eyes and breathe through her mouth, fighting back the fire she can feel threatening to crash over her and flush her skin, the shutter daring to skitter up her spine.

She rolls her shoulders and straightens her spine, continuing down the hall, but her steps stutter to a stop when she realizes exactly which office she’s being led to. Of course. Of course, it would be his office.

Alphas are large by nature, but Cassian Valdarez seems to take it to another level. He’s all wide shoulders and chest, all large hands and thick thighs. With dark waves of hair tumbling down to his shoulders and stubble scraped along the hard cut of his jaw, he looks like the sort of rugged male that belongs deep in the mountains. And yet, despite his size, he always seems quick to disarm with easy smiles and a warm laugh.

Nesta had hated him on sight.

Every cocky smirk that tugged up his lips, every drawled sweetheart that tumbled past them. Every time he called her Nes despite her correcting him on numerous occasions. It all fueled her endless annoyance with him. It didn’t help he’d been all but handed this job, adoptive brother to the CEO of Night Inc. apparently. Alphas were always just handed things.

Nesta doesn’t think she’ll ever forget his first day, when he ran into her in the breakroom. She had snapped at him, as she often did when an alpha dared to look in her direction, but rather than get that wide-eyed shocked expression, the unimpressed curled lip that usually came when she stepped over the line of omega expectations, he had merely thrown his head back and laughed, hazel eyes sparking as though the whole thing was delightful. It was infuriating.

Almost as infuriating as right now.

Nesta doesn’t even bother knocking. She swings open the door and strides right into the office, demanding, “what are you doing here?”

“Hello to you too, sweetheart,” Cassian drawls, looking up from his work with that cocksure smirk of his. “Did you forget that I work here? You’d think my name on the office door would remind you.”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” Nesta hisses, rolling her eyes. “I could scent you all the way from the elevators.”

That comment has Cassian’s grip tightening around his pen enough for his knuckles to turn white. “I’m fine.”

“Bullshit. Go home.”

“Is that an order? Last time I checked, I didn’t take them from you.”

“I’m not fucking around, Cassian. Go home and fuck your rut out with your omega,” Nesta bites out, stalking closer toward Cassian’s desk.

She doesn’t miss the way that stupid smirk of his starts to slip for a moment, the way he glances away from her. There’s no other way to describe the expression other than shame and embarrassment. It draws a derisive snort out of her.

“You cannot be serious. You don’t have an omega to help you through your rut?”

“I was working on it,” Cassian growls lowly from between his clenched teeth.

“You’re pathetic.”

The bite in her words is enough to pull his eyes back to hers, the hazel of them blazing around his dilated pupils. “Careful, Nes.”

“Or what?” Nesta drawls with a roll of her eyes. “It is pathetic. What kind of alpha doesn’t have an omega for his rut?”

Cassian pushes up from his office chair, and Nesta is reminded just how large he is. He stands almost a head taller than her, and she has to tilt her chin up to maintain eye contact. With his wide frame, he practically looms over her, and this close together, all Nesta can do is breathe in lungfuls of his scent, feel that scent wrap around her limbs and send goosebumps prickling across her skin.

“Is that an offer?”

“You wish,” Nesta snaps.

She shoves hard at his chest, but of course he doesn’t even move an inch. Instead, his hands curl around her wrists, holding her there. The warmth of his touch and his dizzying scent still flooding her senses is almost too much. Already, she can feel her body betraying her, can feel flames licking low in her gut.

“You say that,” Cassian says, bending his face down until his breath fans across her lips. “But you forget that I can scent you too. Getting wet and slick thinking about me, Nes?”

With a growl, Nesta yanks her arms free of his grasp. “Fuck you.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to let you do.”

The words are enough to give Nesta pause, but it’s all the opening that Cassian needs. He presses right back into her space, his arm sliding around her back and grasping her waist this time. He pulls her flush against his body until she can feel every hard line of muscle hiding beneath his shirt, until she can feel the hard line growing between his thighs.

Clearly, his rut has well and truly taken hold.

He tips his head down and focuses his attention on her neck, breathing deeply and groaning. His fingers flex, fisting into the fabric of her blouse, and Nesta has to swallow hard as it pulls her closer still. His nose slides over the gland on her throat, and there’s no stopping the whine that tumbles free past her lips, the way her breath hitches in her throat.

No stopping the rush of slick she can feel.

It takes all of her willpower to push him away again, Cassian actually stumbling back this time. His eyes have darkened, a flame sizzling amongst the greens and golds, and that burning gaze is pinned fully on Nesta.

“Sit down,” Nesta demands, forcing the words around the breathlessness threatening to pull her under.

Surprisingly, Cassian obeys, walking backwards and collapsing back into his office chair. Only when she’s sure he doesn’t intend to move again does Nesta reach up under her skirt. She hooks her fingers under the waistband of her panties, slowly sliding them down her thighs, over her knees, and down her calves. She hears the distinct creak of wood as she steps out of them, and when she looks up, Cassian has a death grip on the arm rests of his chair.

She smirks as she walks her way around Cassian’s desk. She pushes the papers there aside, making room for her to jump up. She takes her time sliding back on the desk enough that she can spread her legs and plant her heels on the edge. Makes a big show of lifting up the hem of her skirt until her cunt is fully exposed, reveling in the soft growl that rumbles from Cassian’s chest.

“Mother save me,” Cassian groans, licking his lips. “Look at you.”

Nesta traces her hand down until she reaches between her thighs. She slides a finger through the slick that’s already gathered there, just that small, teasing touch leaving her gasping. She touches herself with more purpose on the next swipe, adding more pressure and continuing upwards until she can trace a circle over her clit. She moans softly, eyes fluttering closed and hips jumping against the pulse of pleasure.

“Gods, you're drenched already, sweetheart. So wet thinking about my cock and my knot, aren’t you?”

Nesta dares to bring her fingers lower again, dares to sink one into her cunt. She’s already produced so much slick, already so keyed up, that she meets almost no resistance. She pulls back and presses in two fingers next, whining high in the back of her throat. She moves her hand just how she knows she likes, pressing deep and curling her fingers, her hips rocking to meet every drive of them.

“Add a third finger. Get yourself nice and ready to take my knot.”

Nesta huffs at the command, but there’s no denying that inherent part of her that wants to be good for an alpha. The part of her that preens at an alpha’s attention. The part of her that claws with desperation for more, that demands to be claimed no matter how much Nesta has tried to suppress that instinct. It’s that part of her that has her squeezing in a third finger beside the other two, her entire body tensing at the stretch.

“Good girl.”

The praise has Nesta moaning again. She opens her eyes, finally looking at Cassian again, but it’s instantly a mistake. No longer are his eyes the bright hazel she’s come to know. Instead, they’re dark, the pupils blown out and swallowing his irises. His curls hang loose around his face, only adding to the shadows cutting across his jawline and the stubble lining the skin there, and with every heaving breath, his nostrils flare. She can see his throat bob with every swallow, see the muscles of his forearm flex where his sleeves have been pushed up to his elbow as his grip tightens against the arms of his chair.

He’s clearly holding himself back, and it’s unfair how attractive it is. How attractive he is. It’s almost instinctive, almost involuntary, the way her cunt clenches down around her fingers. The way another whimper is pulled straight from her chest at the sight of him.

“You take your fingers so well. Are you going to take my cock that well, too?”

Nesta huffs, even as she presses her fingers deeper desperately. “Who knew you were such a talker.”

“You like it.” Nesta wants to deny it but can’t, not with the way her body continues to respond to the deep timbre of his voice. “You like when I call you my good girl. Like being my good girl.”

Nesta tosses her head back again, but not before half heartedly rolling her eyes. She continues to drive and curl her fingers, continues to rock her hips against them, but it’s not enough. She tries to press her fingers even deeper, tries to spread them to achieve that stretch she craves, but she’s stuck right on that precipice, release glimmering in sight but still so out of reach.

“Please,” Nesta whispers, her hips jumping off the desk. “Please. I can’t– I need–”

With a growl, Cassian pushes to his feet. His fingers curl around Nesta’s wrist, tugging her fingers free and lifting her hand toward his mouth. Nesta’s breath hitches in her throat as he guides her slick coated fingers between his lips, as his tongue drags slowly over each digit, as his eyes flutter closed and a groan reverberates from deep in his chest.

“Please,” Nesta echoes again.

“Please what?” Cassian asks, even as he reaches for the belt of his pants, deft finger working to unfasten them. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“It’s not enough. I need your knot.”

It’s hard for Nesta to be annoyed at the return of that infuriating, cocksure smirk of his when she’s still so on edge and desperate. When she feels so empty. It’s hard to think of anything else when Cassian finally finishes unfastening his pants, shoving the fabric of them and his boxers down the thick muscles of his thighs. Hard to think of anything else when the hard line of his cock is finally free from its confines.

Her mouth practically goes dry at the sight of it.

She’s not sure what exactly she was expecting, but she certainly wasn’t expecting the wide girth of Cassian’s cock. She wasn’t expecting the veins that run along the sides of his cock before circling around the center. Wasn’t expecting the thick head already purpling and weeping with his own arousal. She can feel another rush of slick dripping between her thighs in anticipation.

Cassian’s hand curls around his cock, stroking it lazily, but he doesn’t move any closer, doesn’t give Nesta what she needs. What she knows they both need. Instead, that smirk of his only seems to grow with each teasing stroke of his hand. So Nesta spreads her thighs wider still, pressing her hips closer to the edge of the desk. An offering.

“Please, alpha.”

“Fuck.”

Gone is that smirk, his chest heaving with a hitched breath. He finally steps closer into the cradle of Nesta’s thighs, dragging the head of his cock through the mess of slick and arousal gathered there, dragging until he can tease at her clit. His free hand reaches for her jaw, the large span of it enough that his fingers curl down around her neck. He drags his thumb across her bottom lip, leaning in so that his warm breath fans across her cheeks.

His lips slotting over hers is Nesta’s only warning before he presses his hips forward, the tip of his cock sinking into her. Nesta gasps into the kiss, but Cassian merely uses the opportunity to press his tongue into her mouth, to bury his cock another inch. The way he fills her already is unfair.

She owns almost every best knotting toy on the market to help her get through her heats, and yet still, it’s nothing compared to this stretch, to the feel of those veins dragging along the walls of her cunt. Even with how much slick she’s already produced, even with the way she rode her own fingers, he still has to slowly rock his hips before he finally feeds her the rest of his cock until just his knot remains, already swelling at the base.

Cassian pulls back from the kiss, and Nesta is like a marionette with her strings cut, falling back down against the desk with a quiet whine. Cassian doesn’t seem to mind. His hands find her thighs, fingers digging into the flesh as he hoists her legs to hook around his hips.

“Look at how my good girl takes me,” Cassian praises, Nesta clenching down around his cock at the words. “Oh, fuck, Nes. That’s it. You were made to take your alpha’s cock, weren’t you?”

When she doesn’t respond, he pulls his hips back just to snap them back forward again, still teasing his knot. His hand trails further up her thigh, calluses sliding deliciously against her skin, until he can press his thumb down against her clit. Nesta cries out at the sensation, her hips bucking up, but Cassian’s hand on her lower stomach keeps her pinned in place.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes!” Nesta gasps out, her voice bleeding into a moan when Cassian rewards her by moving his thumb, tracing circles over her clit.

She’s already too keyed-up that when Cassian continues his ministrations against her clit, when he starts to rock his hips again, she doesn’t even have time to warn him. Her orgasm tears through her, and she clenches down hard around his cock, a moan of Cassian’s name falling from her lips as she tosses her head back.

“Fuck, that’s it. You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come all over my cock.”

Cassian continues to move his hips, working her through and stretching out her release until it starts to bleed into overstimulation. But he doesn’t stop. He plants both his hands on the desk, Nesta’s splayed legs now draped over his forearms, as he snaps his hips at a brutal pace. Nesta reaches a hand back over her head, gripping onto the edge of the desk just so she has something to hold onto, to keep herself from sliding back too much, a mess of high pitched whines and moans as Cassian continues to drive his hips into her.

Every forward thrust has Cassian’s knot catching, teasing, and Nesta’s thighs start to shake in anticipation, more slick adding to the mess already between her thighs. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she’s aware of the breathy pleas, the moans begging him, that continue to pour from her throat but she can’t find it within herself to care, not with the steady thrum of pleasure coursing through her body and drawn forward by the very man fucking into her hard.

A few more snaps of his hips, and Cassian drives home, burying his knot in her cunt. Nesta isn’t sure she’s ever felt more full in her life, letting out a choked gasp at the utter stretch of his knot pressing against her walls. She dares to clench down around it, and Cassian groans lowly, rocking his hips shallowly as his cock floods her with the warmth of his own release.

Nesta slumps back against the desk, Cassian finally setting her legs back down. She lets her eyes flutter closed, set on catching her breath while they wait for Cassian’s knot to go down, but then she feels his hands slide up over her hips, over her waist. Her eyes snap open again when those hands move across her chest, his fingers finding the buttons of her blouse.

“What are you doing?” Nesta asks, craning her neck enough that she can peer at Cassian’s hands in confusion.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to get my hands on these,” Cassian explains, tugging the fabric of her blouse apart.

He pulls down the cups of her bra, but Nesta barely has time to gasp at the cool air of the office on her breasts before his warm hands enclose around them. His hands are large enough that each palm cradles the whole swell of her breasts, and he uses that to his advantage as he kneads and squeezes.

“Can you come again just like this?” Cassian asks, sliding his thumbs across her nipples. “I bet you can.”

“Fuck,” Nesta whines, her body already responding, that heat already building again and pooling low in her gut.

“Come on, sweetheart. I want to feel you really milking my knot.”

It’s a bit awkward with the way they’re still joined, but Cassian is able to lean over her, his mouth closing over her breast. His tongue drags and swirls around her nipple, Nesta arching up toward his face with a loud moan. He keeps his movements slow and languid, his teeth grazing teasingly along her skin. With his knot still pressing securely against the walls of her cunt, all the sensations are almost too much.

“Cass… Cassian,” Nesta pants, burying a hand in his hair, her nails digging into his scalp and fingers tugging at the dark strands.

The response only has Cassian doubling his efforts. Every slide of his tongue, every groan that reverberates against her chest, every drag of his calluses as he kneads her other breast with his hand, it all sends Nesta careening higher and higher. Cassian dares to rock his hips again, to press his knot even deeper, and it’s like a dam breaking. She comes again with a shout, tears prickling at the corner of her eyes at the pleasure that ricochets through her veins.

Cassian releases her breast with a quiet pop. “Good girl. Squeezing my knot so well.”

Nesta whimpers at his words, at the way she can feel his cock twitch again where it’s pressed so deep, can feel more warmth from his seed filling her cunt. It has another aftershock rocking through her, and Nesta tosses her arm over her eyes, her head feeling dizzy with the high of it all. Her heart pounds in her chest, her body already feeling wrung out, but still that instinctual part of her mind, that omega piece of her always clawing for release, begs for more.

His knot finally subsiding, Cassian pulls his cock free, and it takes all of Nesta’s willpower to swallow down her whine at the loss. She feels so empty, that inner part of her all but raging at the lack of an alpha’s knot keeping her stuffed full.

“Fuck, we made quite a mess, didn’t we?”

Nesta does whine when Cassian’s thumbs spread her cunt wider, and she doesn’t have to look to know the truth of his words. She can feel the combination of arousal, of slick, of Cassian’s seed leaking out of her and making a mess of her thighs and his desk.

“We can’t have that, can we?”

A quiet thump echoes in the office around them, and Nesta pushes herself up into a seated position in alarm, only to find Cassian now on his knees before her. His hands grasp at her thighs, tugging her further across the desk until she’s half hanging off the edge. It’s the only warning she gets before Cassian buries his face between her thighs.

Nesta’s feet scramble desperately at his shoulders, her hand shooting out to clutch at the dark strands of Cassian’s hair, but whether it’s to keep herself balanced or to keep him exactly where he is, she isn’t sure. He devours her with a ferocity that Nesta can barely wrap her mind around. His tongue fucks into her and curls, gathering all that mess, all while his lips continue to move against her. He lets out a groan, and Nesta swears she feels the reverberation all the way down to her toes.

It’s obscene, the way he works his mouth and eats her out. The way he keeps his darkened gaze on her the whole time while he does it. Even from between her thighs, Nesta can see that smirk of his. He turns his attention to her clit, the hot, wet slide of his tongue swirling circles across the bud, and Nesta’s whole body bows forward with a choked off moan. She’s not sure if she wants to rock her hips or pull away. Not that it matters, anyway, Cassian keeping a firm grip on her thighs and holding her to his face.

Heat courses through Nesta’s entire body, and she already knows she’s not going to last much longer, not with the way Cassian continues to play her body. He licks a thick stripe over her cunt, and when he returns to her clit, he sucks it between his lips.

Nesta’s release hits her with enough force, so quickly, that it takes her by surprise. Her throat feels hoarse from all her shouts and moans, her cunt still clenching and fluttering through the aftershocks even after Cassian pulls away. It seems almost unfair, that he’s had her orgasming so many times when it’s meant to be his rut she’s helping him through.

She slides her hand out of his hair and to his shoulder, fisting her fingers in the fabric of his shirt. Surprisingly, Cassian follows her silent command, standing up when she tugs, and he allows her to push him back into his chair. Her legs are wobbly as she slips off the desk, but thankfully, it’s not far to clamber onto the chair and straddle his lap.

Nesta reaches down between them, curling her fingers around Cassian’s cock, already hard again. She strokes up slowly, feeling the hot weight of him in her hand, the way he twitches against her palm in response to her touch. She drags her thumb across the head of his cock, daring to press teasingly at the slit and reveling when Cassian’s hips jerk up against her.

“Ready for my knot again already, Nes?” Cassian still drawls despite his body’s reaction. “You’re absolutely desperate for it, aren’t you?”

“Shut up.”

Nesta crashes her mouth against his, determined to keep his mouth preoccupied, but she can’t deny the accusation, either. As amazing as his mouth had been, it was nothing compared to his cock, to his knot. It’s dangerous the way need has clawed up her chest, the way its twined around her ribs and dug a space there. It’s all she can focus on, the way his cock stroked against the walls of her cunt, the way his knot stretched her, the way his seed filled her.

There’s no suppressing the omega within her now, no denying her alpha.

She presses up higher onto her knees, guiding and holding Cassian’s cock steady as she sinks back down. There’s no keeping up the kiss. Nesta can do nothing but moan in relief against his lips at finally being full again. She clenches down, her toes curling at him pressing so deep.

Cassian lets out a groan of his own in reaction, his head dropping back against the chair. “Mother save me, nothing feels like your sweet cunt wrapped around me.”

Slowly, Nesta starts to circle and rock her hips, her clit dragging against Cassian’s pelvis with every movement in the most delicious way. But it’s not enough. It’s not what she needs. Planting her hands on Cassian’s shoulder for balance, she starts to move more earnestly, fucking herself on his cock.

“That’s my good girl.” Cassian’s hands settle at her hips, squeezing. “My sweet omega taking her alpha’s cock so well.”

Nesta keens at the praise, especially when Cassian plants his feet, snapping his hips up to meet her every movement with a hard, brutal thrust of his own. The pleasure is everything, fogging over her mind until all she can focus on is Cassian’s cock, on the feel of it slamming home over and over and over. On the sticky mess of slick and seed she’s made of both their thighs. On the wet slap of skin and her high pitched moans echoing off the walls of the office.

There’s a ringing in Nesta’s ears, and it drives Nesta to move her hips faster, to chase that sweet release until she realizes that it’s not in her head. It’s a phone. The phone on Cassian’s desk is ringing. She slows her movements, glancing over her shoulder toward the device, but a slap to her ass has her yelping in surprise.

“Ignore it,” Cassian chastises, his fingers squeezing and soothing away the ache of his slap. “Don’t stop now, Nes. Not when you’re riding my cock so perfectly.”

The ringing subsides, the call clearly having gone to voicemail, but then it just starts anew all over again. Cassian growls out a frustrated huff. His arm snaps around Nesta’s waist, holding her to his lap, keeping her on his cock, even as he reaches forward with his free hand to snatch up the offending device.

“Are you a fucking idiot?” Nesta doesn’t need to see the screen of the phone to recognize the cool, clipped tone of Night Inc.’s CEO. “We have cameras in every office. What in the fuck were you thinking?”

“Fuck off, Rhys,” Cassian snaps into the phone.

“Go the fuck home, dumbass.”

With that, the line clicks, the call clearly ended. Cassian shakes his head and tosses his phone back on his desk, returning his hand to Nesta’s thigh as though he can’t keep his hands off her, even for the short time it takes to speak on the phone. He nuzzles his face into the junction between her throat and shoulder, skating his nose across her pulse point, and Nesta can feel that tell-tale smirk of his pressing against her skin.

“Whoops. Looks like we got caught, sweetheart.”

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[steddieas-shegoes]

the jester wears the crown

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'royalty au' rated e | 18+, minors dni wc: 779 cw: semi-public sex (they don't get caught) tags: king steve, court jester eddie, established relationship, blowjobs

special big shoutout to @stobinesque and @t-boyeddie for the two line suggestions that really helped me form this drabble during a bit of a writer's block. so many hugs for you both!!!

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The doors opened again, revealing the court jester and a few of the kids who he often dragged into his schemes around the castle.

Steve stopped talking for a moment, distracted by their presence despite his diplomatic conversation.

The plan was for the jester to make an appearance towards the end of dinner in order to distract people from serious conversations, start preparing them to retire for the night, and hopefully keep things lighthearted through difficult conversations. This was a bit earlier than Steve hoped for, but he couldn't find it in him to care too much.

The jester made his rounds, boisterous laughter filling the room from every table. Steve watched out of the corner of his eye as he leaned down to tug something out of his pant leg, causing the guests around him to let out peals of laughter.

One of their more esteemed guests of the evening, a visiting prince, walked up to Steve with a quick apology for interrupting.

"Your majesty, your court jester is hilarious! Where did you find him?"

Steve smirked.

"That's my husband."

The visiting prince looked stunned, giving a small nod and excusing himself.

It wasn't common for a king to marry a man, and even less common for them to marry a commoner. But Steve had been with Eddie for nearly six years before he even had a crown on his head, and nothing would have stopped him from forever with him.

Eddie was good at his job, all aspects of it, from casual fun for parties to easing a room of people into a calmer atmosphere.

Because of this, the room full of people slowly dispersed to their designated quarters including the insufferable king and governor he'd had the unfortunate duty of entertaining all night.

When the room was empty of all people but Steve, Eddie, and the guards, Eddie looked up at Steve on his throne.

"Your majesty, I beg to speak with you," he yelled across the room, ignoring the laughter of Steve's personal guard, Hopper.

Steve rolled his eyes fondly and gestured for him to come closer.

Eddie rushed forward, taking the few steps up to his place above everyone and dropping to his knees.

"I wish to share your time privately," Eddie started.

Hopper coughed next to him, brow raised.

"You wish for me to send my guards away?" Steve asked, playing along with Eddie's theatrics. "How should I know to trust you?"

"I would rather chop my own hand off than harm you," Eddie said seriously.

Steve smiled down at him.

"As you wish." He turned to Hopper and told him to clear the room and ensure no one came in. He was past being embarrassed about their activities in shared spaces.

Once the room was cleared, Eddie made to get up, reaching up to remove his hat, but Steve stopped him.

"Stay. You look good on your knees."

It wasn't the first time they'd done this, and certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Come here." Steve's voice commanded him in a way he so rarely did. Eddie scooted the two feet it took to be at his feet, eyes wide as Steve looked down at him. "You spent the evening entertaining everyone but me. I'd say it's my turn, wouldn't you?"

Eddie nodded, throwing his hat off his head and leaning forward to unbuckle Steve's belt.

"What do you want from me?" Eddie asked.

"Your mouth. Need your mouth."

The words had barely left him when Eddie leaned forward to untie his pants, get his hand on his cock, and swallow it down in one go.

It never lasted long when they were both this hungry for it, especially not when he was on the throne.

Eddie's mouth was hot, drool dripping down the length of him, probably leaving a mess under him.

They were both moaning, echoes bouncing off the walls. Neither of them cared much about passing guards overhearing; Most guards in the castle were used to tuning out any proof of their insatiable appetites.

"Love, I-"

Steve couldn't hold back his release if he wanted to, the warning coming just a bit too late.

Eddie groaned around him, swallowing down his cum like he would die without it, like he'd been waiting all night for this moment.

He pulled off with a pop, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed as he looked up at Steve.

"Did I service you well enough tonight, my liege?"

Steve pulled him into his lap, his lips hungrily attaching themselves to Eddie's.

When he pulled away, he reached up to the crown on his head.

He placed it gently on Eddie's curls.

"Your turn," he winked.

[theherdofturtles]

Hi @hwsevents I'm late I learned about mythtalia march today weee but ah well I merged Tannhäuser and Hetalia. Hopefully the Pope's staff blooms flowers and I get forgiven unlike Tannhäuser.

For slight background, Tannhäuser is an old Germanic myth about Venusberg. In the mythology, all the old pagan gods have retreated into a subterranean world when Christianity overpowered and replaced them. A man, referred to as Tannhäuser, is tasked with guarding the entrance to the subterranean world to ensure the pagan gods do not return to the land. In some versions of the legend, Tannhäuser fails his task and is seduced by the goddess Venus and pulled into the subterranean world (sometimes his memories are fogged and he forgets the world above, less commonly this doesn't happen and he's just fully okay with going to Venusberg). One day, Tannhäuser successfully makes an escape and goes to Rome to ask the pope for forgiveness which in any version never goes well.

Anyway, here's my poke of fun at the beginning of Wagner's version of Tannhäuser:

The mist sunk into the ground around the quiet grotto… all was peaceful. If you considered bathing naiads, sirens flopping around on the grotto edges, a group of dancing nymphs and centaurs very peaceful. Honestly Arthur didn't know why or how he'd fallen asleep in this person's lap. Especially with this whole chaos around him.

Then, suddenly, Arthur snapped upward. You know he'd just had the most awful dream where he was… somewhere… a whole lot different than this place. Yeah. This place made him feel super misplaced. He couldn't quite recall why the dream made him so sad but it made his whole being shudder and he thanked the Lord that the dream was over.

A hand grabbed his shoulder and Arthur jumped. "Wha-"

The hand pulled him backwards, back into their lap, and then he heard the person speak… "Tell me, beloved, what's wrong?"

Oh… Francis? What the hell was Francis doing here— oh! Yes, he recalled. Francis was the… uh… god of love? Yeah, something like that. Arthur nodded to himself in confirmation. It made sense that Francis was Venus.

"I had this terrible dream," he said.

"Tell me about it?"

"Sure. I remembered the sound of church bells… voices, of people I think I once loved. Uh… how long have I been here?"

Francis suddenly looked nervous. "Don't worry about that."

"No, I could swear I'm not supposed to be here. It's a feeling that goes three meta layers deep. What happened? Wait a second… AHA!"

Arthur whirled around and cracked Francis's nose with his fist.

The satisfying way Francis’s eyes widened a half-second before contact, and the pop of his fist against his face, it was the most cathartic thing on earth.

Arthur shook his hand off as if to shake Francis's icky contact from it.

Francis flinched backwards from shock while clutching his nose. "My love," Francis whined, "what was that for!"

"Somehow I forgot you were a bitch."

Francis's affronted expression said he’d never expected Arthur to disrespect him despite all past history and experience Francis should have down by now. Wait… what past history? Arthur was just supposed to be the guard of Venusberg, he'd never had a past history with the god of love.

"How dare you!" Francis gasped, "how dare you insult all the sweet wonder my love devises for you! I made you immortal like me! In the mortal realm everything sucked for you, but here you can delight in my pleasure forever~"

"Gross…" Arthur scrunched up his nose.

"So just forget everything again about the world above the subterranean realm which the old gods have been banished too according to germanic folk mythology, my love, and sing about how beautiful and great and perfect I am," Francis wiggled his eyebrows.

"I'd rather marry a pig. By the way, wasn't I supposed to be guarding the entrance of this place to make sure you didn't escape?"

"Well, yes, but don't you recall in WWV: 70, Overture, when you're off-stage, the music is supposed to recall the Tannhauser folk ballad to the audience's mind so they'll know that I seduced you by the time the Opera has begun?"

Suddenly Arthur remembered who he was and why he felt so misplaced.

"Damnit. I'm stuck in a Wagner opera with you of all people. Does that mean Italy is the pope?"

[the-daydream-archives]

Get to Know Me_Sims Edition

got tagged by @olya-occult-lover and @van-yangyin, thank you for the tags :D I have a tendency to ramble so this is gonna be a long text post so feel free to skip this if you don't feel like reading.

1. What’s your favorite sims death?

Ngl, I personally find death iffy when it comes to playing Sims since I get way too attached to my characters so much that I never get past Generation 2 while playing the game with the Aging off. xD The most bearable death in the game that's okay with me would have to be the Drowning Death Moodlet since it reminds me of the first Sims game. (tho even back then I'd rather take care of sims than kill them at all) Any time one of my sims gets a dying moodlet, I internally panic and make sure that they evade death by all means possible. (I ensured each of my played sims have death flowers in their inventories as well as those different items that make them immune to death)

2. Alpha or Maxis Match CC?

Both! I never understood the war between the two styles since they're both just CC to me. Basically, if I like something then I like it. Both have their unique characteristics and their flaws. No need to match it with the game since no matter what one does, your character will stick out anyway thanks to the custom content itself. That being said, I like both as long as they aren't unnecessarily high-poly.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

Back when I was a kid I used to, thanks to my own personal challenge with body dysmorphia so I never had a healthy relationship with weight. Now older, I don't have a problem with it at all with my sims since I now know it's just a normal part of life.

4. Do you use move objects?

Of course! I doubt anyone would ever build without using that cheat. It's basically essential at this point.

5. Favorite mod?

Any mods from Gauntlet101010 and @baniduhaine :D I fell in love with Gauntlet's work through their Grim Reaper mods very early back then since no one else at the time catered to occults. And now, I really like baniduhaine's work since they also cater to a lot of things that occults really lack in-game (their occult bloodlines mods and plantsim mods are just <3 ) If you're a big fan of occults, please check out their work! They're really neat!

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

I remember buying Cat and Dogs first if I remember correctly??? Not sure tbh at this point since it's been a long time. But at this point, I prefer other means asides from buying now. If you get it, you get it ;)

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

aLive. I would liken it to how a reporter would say, "We're now live." Though I am unaware if there is a correct way of saying it in the first place. But if there is, feel free to enlighten me :)

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

...this is a difficult question... it's like being asked which one's your favorite child. So how can I possibly choose? But since that is not at all the case, and hopefully my characters stay fictional it would be the rundown of the following in no particular order: Pancakes, Bacon, Hamburger, Chocolate Chip Cookie, Mixed Berry Milk, Ice Cream (Cone), Sugar Cookie, Cow's Milk, Bear Burger, Strawberry Shortcake, Goth Burger, and... *proceeds to list the rest of the Food Sims Series Cast*

9. Have you made a simself?

In recent years no. The last time I did was back when I used to play Sims 1. I was never fond of making real-life people. Characters, on the other hand...

10. What sim traits do you give yourself?

The main 3 traits I would give myself are the following: Creative, Perfectionist, and Geek. Extras that would be applicable are Dog-Lover, Family-Oriented, Socially-Awkward, and Foodie.

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Whatever you call this hair color?? Also, I got carried away with editing so uhh, enjoy? (Yes in the photos are Pancakes and Chocolate Chip Cookie testing out the in-game hairs...and yes they do look quite cursed as blondes so I rather imagine them testing out wigs for a play or something.)

12. Favorite EA hair?

Despite its flaws in texture, it would be this hair from Dine Out. (It also quite suits Pancakes methinks.)

13. Favorite life stage?

Typically Young Adult. I also don't mind Teen, or Adult. And when I do make Elders, I kinda make sure they don't die lmao. I was never that attached to the kids, infants, or toddlers life stages unless they're the love child of my Sims.

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Despite its non-existence, I was originally there for the gameplay then I got into building. (But since I poured all my efforts into CAS these recent years, I've forgotten how to build now smh)

15. Are you a CC creator?

I am :) though I mainly specialize in headgear accessories. I find it a necessity nowadays to know how to create my own Custom Content as I'm never content with my sims unless I reach what I envision for them. Not to mention the lack of CC that caters to my personal tastes which makes it even harder to stay as a simmer that is only a gamer. I guess I could say that I became a creator solely out of necessity. Though that doesn't mean I don't enjoy the process of creating. On another note, maybe one of these days, I'll try learning how to make hair or clothing since there are still concepts there that I wish was available for Sims 4.

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

Do my mutuals count??? There are a handful out there that I am very fond of although we never had a proper conversation. Then there are those that I did talk to and I apologize for the experience of talking with me since I am not very good at socializing asides from comments. I wish I could talk to my mutuals more but I become too nervous conversing in real time that I sometimes just nope out of the conversation. If this happened while we're speaking, it's not you, it's most definitely me lol

17. What’s your favorite game?

What Remains of Edith Finch, The Stanley Parable, The Beginner's Guide, The Sims, Cube Escape & Rusty Lake Series. (I mainly stick to narrative-oriented games or point-and-click adventures)

18. Do you have any sims merch?

Nope, EA doesn't need any more money.

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims?

Nope. Though I do watch Sims Youtubers from time to time. (lxdice, Plumbella, itsqwertyluvs)

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

It changed a lot. I won't say that my style got better or anything like that as that would do past me a disservice. I think it's fairer to say that my style got more fantasy-oriented when I began to understand the available CC resources that I had. My Before Simstyle is probably around 2017-2020 while my current sim style is now 2021-present. Ngl, if I ever get back into actually playing Sims 4, I'd probably use less CC similar to my sim style previously.

One is not better than the other, it's just heavily dependent on what mood I feel like when I create sims.

21. What’s your Origin ID?

Nope, don't want to share.

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?

@moo2shelly (thank her for my love of foodcore CC, just sad that she's deactivated ), @vampirepill (again deactivated, I seem to have a recurring theme), and sims 4 haku at Twitter (again deactivated :') )

As for favorites that are currently active it would be @saruin. @skaays, and @gigglecoffin. (Hope you guys have a good day :) )

23. How long have you had a simblr?

I joined the Sims Community around 2020 I believe? Though at the time, I only stuck to the Sims 4 Studio Website. I think I've had this account since November of 2021 though I only started posting in January 2022. This account was only supposed to be a way for me to keep track of CC creators... I didn't expect to turn into a CC creator myself.

24. How do you edit your pictures?

I take photos using Geforce Experience while simultaneously using Reshade and CAS Lighting to achieve the best results. Then I go edit the photos in Photoshop or Canva. I also recommend using Nvidia Inspector to help fix the Graphics in Sims 4 to make it look better.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

Probably Cottage Living <3

26. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

Fairies, Circus/Clowns/Jesters, Bands, and PlantSims. (Especially that last one, please make it into an official occult.)

Tagging @westernraspberry @bnt0 @lunarspellsims <3 <3 <3 (If you guys are busy, feel free to skip this!)

And holy heck, this was long but I hope to those that made it this far that you enjoyed reading this :'D

[nickfowlerrr]

Omg hi Bestie! I love your biker bucky Series. It’s my fav on the app. I was wondering if we could get some hc’s or a little blurb about what bucky would do when y/n got hurt whether it’s small or at the hands of his enemy 😫 Ily!

thank you so much omg!! <3 i'd be happy to write some hcs :) i've never written any before so hopefully i'm doing this correctly lol.

small injuries:

bucky is all over it lol.

he hates when youre hurt or in pain and needs to fix whatever is wrong as soon as possible

say you cut your finger while making lunch, he is on you like a damn blood hound the second you let that "ow" slip past your lips.

light admonishments of how you need to be more careful as he checks to make sure your finger is okay. all the while you're insisting youre fine and you just need a band aid

or maybe you're walking down the street and someone accidentally bumps into you.

before you even turn to see bucky's face, youre feeling bad for the guy who bumped you. you apologize and try to get out of there before he causes a scene on your behalf.

if looks could kill, the poor guy would already be dead. a few low growls from bucky about manners and how inclined he'd be to help show the guy some have him apologizing to you profusely, hands up to show he's not a threat as he scurries down the street.

"there was absolutely no need for that, buck."

his arm is around you in a flash, pulling you close to his side so no one would even have the chance of brushing into you again. "tell me about it, sweetheart. some people, ya know."

bigger injuries...:

if you thought bucky was scary before...

god he would be absolutely lethal. he almost ripped steve's head off when he had hurt you and steve is his best friend. could you even imagine what he'd do to someone he hated???

maybe someone comes into the diner one day and tries to intimidate you to get at bucky. with the surveillance bucky has on the place, no way the guys gets out of there without running into someone, if not bucky himself.

it wouldn't matter to bucky is he'd done nothing more than speak a single sentence to you, he'd have him outside before you'd even catch on to what was happening. if there's one thing bucky is good at, it's sending a message. and he'd make sure his message got across loud and clear.

if someone actually hurt you, idk...say a rival arms dealer gets a hold of you, bucky would burn the city to the ground to get you back. and when he finds you bloody and bruised, god help anyone in his vicinity. he'd be ruthless and act with no hesitation until he gets to whoever was responsible for inflicting the injuries to you. then he'd take his time. make sure they feel every bit of what he does to them.

when all is said and done and you're home, he doesn't let you out of his sight for a second. he's around 24/7 and he doesn't care if he's bugging you. you can tell him to give you some space but the most you'll get is him going across the room to let you breathe for a bit lol.

very tender and attentive to you. making sure you're doing okay and you're healing. any wounds are kept clean and bandaged and every time he touches you, it's as delicate as ever.

this isn't even to mention the mental/emotional things he'd be going through. the thought of you hurt bc of him is like his heart if being crushed in his chest, and it makes him sick. even just the idea of losing you has him all over you. he has to ensure you're here and while you're here, he's going to spend every second making sure you know how much he loves you, and maybe even moreso, he's reveling in the warmth of you and your love for him. i'd count on a lot of sweet, gentle sex, too bc at this point we all know these two can't seem to go two gd seconds without trying to fuck lol

[upwiththegood]

MAIDSTONE STROKE GROUP

JANUARY NEWSLETTER

2023

 We wish you all a HAPPY NEWYEAR and hope you all had a good christmas and new year. Here we are again 2023 who can believe its the start of another year how quick it seems to go the older we get, but its true. Its the start of our TWENTY FIFTH year, yes 25 and still going, thats a huge achievement in its self, so well done to those still a part of M.S.G. And this year 2023 we are determine to help take our group forward, we will be looking for ways to promote our group and hopefully help it grow with new members, a lot has to be looked at and does depend on some matters out of our control ie where we hold our current meetings, but what ever happens we will do our best to make it past our 25th year, so we need all your support in taking this forward.

                                                                                            Peter Fenton

 ANSWERS TO QUIZ

 1------ Ans is -------------Johnny Preston

 2------ Ans is -------------Stevie Wonder

 3------ Ans is -------------Petula Clark

 4------ Ans is -------------Herman's Hermits

 5------Ans is ------------Bob Dylan

 6------Ans is ------------The Chiffons

 7------Ans is ----------Booker T. and the Mgs

 8------Ans is ------------Bobby Vinton

 9------Ans is ------------The Dovells

10-----Ans is ------------James Brown and The Famous Flames

11-----Ans is ------------Peter, Paul and Mary

12-----Ans is ------------The Dave Clark Five

13-----Ans is ------------The Troggs

14-----Ans is ------------Everly Brothers

15-----Ans is ------------Marvin Gaye and Tammi Torell

16-----Ans is ------------The Lovin' Spoonful

17-----Ans is ------------Freddie and the Dreamers

18-----Ans is ------------Frank and Nancy Sinatra

19-----Ans is ------------The Delfonics

20-----Ans is ------------Neil Diamond

HOPE ON BLOOD FIX

 A NEW drug has given fresh hope of tackling untreatable cases of high blood pressure. Baxdrostat stops the body making aldosterone, a hormone that helps regulate our salt levels. In tests, those given the highest dose saw their blood pressure cut by an average of 20 points. Researchers, including Queen Mary University of London, said it “could potentially offer hope to many people”.

PINT LINK TO STROKE

 DOWNING just one drink a day raises young adults' risk of a stroke by a fifth, a study has warned. Experts found those in their 20s and 30s who drank just over six pints a week were 20 per cent more likely to fall ill. And the more years the person drank heavily the more the risk increased. South Korea's Dr Eue-Keun Choi said: “Reducing alcohol consumption should be emphasized in young adults.” UK charity Stroke says one in five who have strokes are now under 55s.

 Both articles from daily paper

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                                 Article sent by Richard Hemsley

 Just a quick mention I had a phone call from Marie Shaw on new years eve letting us know her health is not getting any better. Marie said she is unable to attend our group meetings any more, but would appreciate phone calls or maybe a visit just to catch up and company, although Marie was very short of breath speaking to me for a very short time. ( 01622 844531 ) her number.

We would like to wish Marie Happy New Year from all at the MSG.

 Peter Fenton

 JOHNS NOTICE BOARD

 I would firstly like to wish each and everyone of you a most joyous, prosperous and trouble-free 2023.

 ONE----- I would like to thank every one who turned up for June dines celebration music and buffet event on Tuesday 20th December

and thankyou for making it special for her. She thoroughly enjoyed it especially seeing some familiar faces.

 TWO----- As you are all aware our regular tovil meetings every other Tuesday are in the balance at present due to tovil club announcing that it will only open Friday, Saturday and Sunday lunchtimes only. I have spoken to Jane and made some proposals to keep it going, including paying to be there for a couple of hours. Jane has told me that there is a committee meeting on Monday 9th January. Meanwhile our future January dates will be on hold until they get back to us. If their answer is no go, then we will search another venue that is adequate for our needs.

 THREE----- Brick lane is fast approaching on Weds 8th Feb ( I am away from 31st jan to 6th feb ) and I would like to collect any monies owing by the end of the month, so if we do not meet perhaps send me a cheque payable to me.

The panto this year is goldilocks and the three bare bears. We will be going by Brookline coaches and leaving tovil 10.30/11am latest. The cost is £50 pp inc show, 3-course lunch and coach.

BIRTHDAYS

10th JANUARY ------- BOB SAWYER ( 80th )

24th JANUARY ------- ANN JUDGE

MEETINGS

T.B.A.

[notvictims]

“maybe you'll find out.” no would have been the more sensible response, but there's more fun in teasing her, even if it causes mikayla's heart rate to spike, too. she's just joking, anyway, trying to keep up the persona she's built, because if that's how people see her, why fight it? that's her defense, at least, if she's confronted about it. mikayla doesn't mean a guy, but she won't allow herself to admit that, even to herself, so instead she just chews on her bottom lip, her shoulders lifting in a shrug. “you said some of the guy soccer players are cool, right? maybe i'll get lucky.” just the thought of it makes her mouth taste sour, but she can only let herself continue to flirt if she pretends her actual interest is in men, so she'll say what she has to, even if she has no intentions of following through.

not tonight, because her hunger for violence has been satiated, and hopefully, she'll remain calm enough for the rest of the night to control herself. “mm, i don't know. the whole sports thing is cute on you.” it's not like her to say that anything looks better than herself, but she means it; she's never been into sports, not given how involved her dad was in it, but something about taissa makes her willing to look past it and forget him. her breath stops when tai grabs her hand, putting all her energy into not reacting, ignoring the way her hand feels like it's on fire. “so is it okay if he's interesting and showered?” she jokes, because even after they're inside, mikayla doesn't bother to look around and feign interest in anyone else. not yet, at least, but the night's still young. “but fine. if you don't leave me, i won't leave you. does that work?” mostly, she just cares about ensuring tai won't find someone else, not in front of her, not wanting to deal with any feelings that might come up if she did.

❝  so--- not that easy, then? ❞ she asks, raising a brow. tai's own standards are not as high as they'd typically be --- it's only the freedom of college and the desire to get out of her own head that makes it easier to lower them, to have her fun and leave whoever in the dust afterwards, because if there was nothing special about them to begin with, then she won't get attached. there's a lot she's curious about with mikayla --- her type, mostly, even if she fears that it'll be entirely irrelevant to her. ❝  i haven't met a guy on this campus that would be worth it, ❞ she mutters, speaking lower now. ❝  not that that means shit to me. ❞ but even so, she can't imagine any of them good enough for mikayla. a small, amused smile spreads over her lips as she looks over to her. ❝  might be close, ❞ she teases, but she's not worried about it.

❝  seriously? sounds like you just want an excuse to punch someone else, ❞ she teases, taking another look down at her shirt on mikayla, then back up to her. ❝  looks better on you anyway. ❞ she wouldn't say that to just anyone, she wouldn't believe it for anyone else either, but she can't help it. her clothes on mikayla is a sight she can't forget. it's been so important to her, ever since returning, that she has her own items, her own clothing, things to call just hers after so long of sharing with everyone, but this is different; it's intimate in a way that makes her almost feel entirely normal again. she holds her hands up in defense and shakes her head. ❝  you're right. i am the lucky one. ❞ she's casual with the way she reaches out for mikayla's hand, holding it gently as she leads her out the door --- but once they're in the hall, it feels less casual to keep holding it, so she drops it, pretending it's nothing. ❝  they aren't. usually, ❞ she finally responds, rolling her eyes. ❝  but i can't control how annoying a bunch of drunk people will be. ❞ just down the hall, they start to hear the music from the party, and tai looks back at mikayla quickly before heading in. ❝  if you ditch me for some greasy, boring guy, i'm never talking to you again, ❞ she warns, raising a brow before leading her into the party.

[dixonarchives]

[ᴅ.ᴅɪxᴏɴ] | 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you never thought you were tbe jealous type until you got jealous over daryl talking to carol — his mother figure.

ᴀ/ɴ: gn reader, no carol slander allowed on this blog 😤 short and sweet!

‘Jealousy is a sin’

The sentence was repeated several times throughout your youth by the religious hellions that were scattered throughout your childhood neighbourhood. Your mother was quite religious herself and often drilled whatever passage she was reading that day into your head.

The thought always came back to you when you felt jealous in the past and just as it is now, it pisses you off. You have a right to be jealous! He’s your boyfriend and possibly one of the last handsome men left on this Earth and you’re not going to let him slip between your fingers.

“You’re gonna burn a hole through her head” Michonne, a woman whom you had crossed paths with when the Greene’s farm had become overrun comments with a straight face. You’ve been with her long enough to know that she’s secretly smirking, finding humour in your strange behaviour.

You’ve been lent back on the cold concrete of the wall for a while now with your arms crossed over your chest. Your closed-off posture signifies your unhappiness at the sight of Daryl seemingly laughing up a storm with Carol. Although in his case, laughing up a storm means allowing a short chuckle to break free from the confines of his lips.

“Shut up” You hold her gaze for no more than a few seconds but in the short time of letting your frown fall from your face, only then do you feel the apparent tension in your forehead caused by the deep furrowing of your eyebrows causes you to relax your face.

“I don’t get why you’re jealous, she’s like..ancient” Michonne retorts, making you snort. Her sense of timing regarding humour never fails to make you laugh. You hate her for it since she used it as a way to make you less mad at her during the period the two of you travelled together. That was a short period though. Maybe two to three weeks max due to a herd separating you both.

“I dunno..Okay?” You use your foot as leverage to push yourself off of the wall. You can’t stand to leave the two laughing alone anymore so you put on your best happy face (customer service face) and make your way over to the two.

As you’re coming into earshot you still can’t grasp what they’re laughing about but Daryl seems pretty happy himself.

He’s hiding a smile under his hair as he (weirdly attractively) licks his fingers clean of the juice from the meat he was eating. Carol smiles too, having calmed herself down from whatever the two were laughing about.

“What are you two ladies laughing about?” You try your best to laugh about the situation and defer your feelings of jealousy from clouding your judgement incase you said something you’d later regret.

“Oh, you’re going to think we’re awful for this but that Patrick kid..” Carol trails off as her eyes dart around to find the said boy.

“He’s a nerd, right?” You ask, hoping to answer the reason why she's laughing. She nods quickly, covering her hand with her mouth to try to hide the smile that tugs at her lips.

Daryl hums as he wipes his hands on his jeans, using his free — and hopefully clean — hand to tug you to his side via your shoulder. You topple over you feet slightly but find your balance as you use his body as a wall to regain your posture.

“I’ll leave you two alone, I gotta go read to the kids” She announces, leaving her dirty paper plate on the building stack of used ones. She’s off as quickly as she finishes her sentence, disappearing into the sea of ex-Woodbury civilians.

You watch her disappear, ensuring she’s really gone to where she said she’d be.

“Wha’s up wit’ ya?” He asks gruffly, clearing his throat as his voice becomes rough from the lack of water he’d been drinking; Not that it wasn’t already.

You tense slightly, shrugging his arm off of your shoulder “Nothin’”

“Ain’t ‘Nothin’, yer’ acting weird” He observes. You look away, staring at all the couples scattered around the fields. A few feed each other little bites of their food and others laugh gleefully together and share small kisses.

Your lips purse as you look back at him. He’s already staring at you with a straight face. His skin had become sun-kissed that past few days due to the longer time he spent hunting in the woods to feed the newcomers. The dirt scattered on his face makes his eyes look brighter which makes them feel as if they’re looking at you with more intensity than what he means to.

It makes you feel small, inferior. Maybe even stupid for feeling the way you do.

“I just..” You’re hesitant, unwilling to see his possible reaction. You know Michonne’s watching you too. As recluse as she likes to be she still enjoys to hear other people’s drama. (As long as it’s lighthearted)

“I guess I feel jealous” You shrug, shoving your hands into the pockets of the oversized jacket hanging from your frame. Scavenging for clothes your size was hard, especially since you’ve lost so much weight since the start of the undead takeover. Anything you thought would have fit you was now a size too big.

“Jealous?” He repeats rhetorically. You know yourself Daryl see’s Carol as a maternal character. Ever since the day they’ve met he’s been trailing after the woman like she was own mother. He looks to her for guidance.

“Yeah” You confirm, nodding slightly as you look at your feet. You never took note of how scuffed your shoes are until now. You need a new pair ASAP before your current ones fall apart the next time you need to run.

Daryl stands idly, balancing his weight between the two of his feet. His eyes waver slightly as he processes your prior words.

“Why?”

“I dunno. Just am” You kick at the rocks sitting in the dirt under you feet. You can’t see his face, but from the way his shadow moves you know he’s feeling a bit awkward.

“Ya don’ have ta be. Only like ya” He admits, placing his calloused hand on your head. The action comforts you and how you feel. You know it’s his non-verbal way to confirm his truth.

And just like that. Suddenly Carol isn’t the worst person in the world.

[yukihime-mikeys-girl]

Cleanup

A/N : So... I think I am bad at writing one shot's. I honestly tried, but this story too got fleshed out a lot more than I wanted it to. Never mind, here is part 1 of a (hopefully) 3 part fic. Let me know your thoughts in the comments if you liked it~ :)

Warnings - gore, violence, mentions of death and suicide, substance abuse. Minors DNI.

Tag list is open.

- Yuki❄

Sanzu x OC with a slight Sanzu x Ran

Masterlist

There is a stench of blood in the air. Although this does not seem to faze the man walking around the corpses in the room. The sword that he has in his left hand seems to not remember what it used to be to shine bright, as it is covered completely in blood and the remains of the corpses. Nonetheless, the scrape of metal against metal is loud and shrill, striking fear in the heart of the person tied to the chair. The dim warmth of the bulb hanging above, brings more fear than comfort in his heart.

He's finally caught by Manjiro’s mad dog. There’s no escape. Yet, his eyes keep darting around, looking for a way to run from his fate. A fate which ensures that he will be dying a dog’s death.

Sanzu has a crazed grin on his face as he sits on the table in front of the man, as he says, “So, Mr. Nakahara, what will it be? Do you want to confess and then die? Or do you want to taste the blood of your subordinates? I can help, you know? I’ll just dip my sword, like this -”, saying so, he stabs the sword into a nearby corpse, and draws it back out slowly, so that it’s covered in blood and the insides of the corpse. Continuing his train of thought with the bloody sword, he says, “And then let you taste it. Now, I have ways for you to taste it too. Would you like to lick it? Or maybe you want directly into your own veins.” Sanzu continues to wipe the blood from his sword onto the tied man’s cheeks, akin to wiping a shoe with some polish and a cloth. Grinning with his eyes closed, he continues, “Or perhaps, you are a manwhore who wants it in his ass? Hmm... I don’t like it though; my sword will get dirtied. Never mind, I can just ask you to lick it clean. That should work right?”

The maniacal grin never leaves his face, while the man in front of him is sweating bullets. He has heard of the famed mad dog that Manjiro keeps. Rumors say that as long as he doesn’t grin with his eyes wide open, you could still die a dignified death at his hands. If he grinned at you with his eyes wide open, then it was time to say goodbye to the world in the worst possible way. It was said that if Sanzu was sent for the job, it meant there would never be any survivors from the list. It meant that Manjiro and Bonten did not need those people anymore.

‘This guy, his eyes are not open, and yet, his methods are so brutal and demeaning. What the fuck is wrong with him? He is crazy!’ The man on the chair, Mr. Nakahara was the head of the KN group. They had had dealings with Bonten for the past 8 years in terms of helping them with smuggling drugs across the country. Nakahara was running a loss from the past 3 years thanks to the stricter vigilance of the police. Manjiro had sent him reminders since the very first encounter with the police, 3 years ago, and had urged him to work his men better if he was to continue with the partnership. He had sent small time reminders, which, over time, changed to his own executives going to Nakahara and helping him create back up plans and contingency measures to ensure that KN group stayed in the clear. Despite Kokonoi’s failproof plans, he’d made mistakes. In his desperation, he had sent his men, along with his own son to teach some of the low-level thugs a good lesson, however, it somehow ended up in a shootout at a nearby nursery. His son had ended up killing 2 children and he also kidnapped a female teacher who had tried to save the said kids. This in turn opened up KN group to an investigation.

The police had confiscated all the documents from KN group’s offices. Thankfully, the deals with Bonten were all done verbally in Bonten’s deluxe club, Snowdrop. Physical copies of the dealings were always kept only with Bonten. Even though it had been 8 years, Manjiro was cautious with him. These past years, Nakahara had always cursed internally that he never had a single copy of their dealings with Bonten, but at this moment of his death, he was thankful. The police were unable to link Bonten to KN Group and yet, here he was, ready to even lick the man’s shoe if he was given a chance to survive.

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EARLIER, SAME DAY -

Mikey had asked Sanzu to take a few men and finish the job with KN Group as he had planned to burn bridges with Nakahara. However, since Sanzu was bored out of his mind, he took the Haitani brothers instead, since they were lounging around the office with a bunch of lollipops, mixed in with cigarettes and a bottle of vodka. They really had nothing better to do than to play cards while lazing away.

“Yo, you guys wanna bet for highest kills?” Sanzu asked while wiping his swords in the office, getting ready to move.

“Eh, you’re slow. It’ll be boring just to shoot them all, you know”, quipped Ran, as he got out his gun and started refilling the bullets in it.

“Let’s make it interesting then. Let’s all use short ranged weapons. No guns.”

“What’s the prize?”, Rindou asked lazily. His legs were propped up on the table as he leaned back and placed both palms behind his head on the chair.

“I was thinking, the loser has to take up the paperwork of the other two. I cannot think of anything that you two would want. Unless it’s some bitch you guys cannot score with, pretty sure everyone’s loaded enough to get what they want.”

“Hey! I can get any woman I want. Men too, although I don’t usually enjoy bottoming, I love to top. There’s just something so fucking satisfying about a threesome as-”

“Alright, shut up you slut. We know you fuck around every night. It’s a surprise that you haven’t gotten an STD or some pregnant woman claiming that you’re the father till now”, Rindou cut off Ran drily. Sharing a house with his brother meant that he had to listen to the moans of how good his brother was on a daily basis.

“Alright, let’s roll. I don’t mind no paperwork for a week. Sanzu, Rin, get ready to finish a truckload of paperwork, cuz I’m gonna have the highest kills.”, said Ran nonchalantly.

Sanzu had gotten things ready beforehand. He’d sent a couple of runners, in Ran’s name, to Nakahara, asking him to get his men ready for an inspection. Sending runners under an executive’s name was better than getting a call from the mad dog himself. Sanzu had planned to ambush Nakahara and his men so that they could not flee, and they would have a false sense of security thinking that everything was fine. It was always his MO. Use a couple of runners in a random Bonten executive’s name and then show up and clean the place. This was the reason why the people who worked with Bonten were always on their toes. You would never know when Sanzu would strike.

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A FEW HOURS BEFORE CURRENT TIMELINE –

One of Nakahara’s men had confessed before being killed that Nakahara usually tended to mix vitamin B into the cocaine that was to be sold, so as to make a small margin of profit which was not shown in the books, hence effectively ruining Bonten’s name while also earning some extra cash. Sullying Mikey’s name was the last thing that Sanzu would stand for. In a fit of rage, Sanzu had slain every person who was in his path till he reached Nakahara. Before he could slash Nakahara’s neck, Ran kneed him while also boxing Nakahara, thereby knocking him out cold.

Sanzu looked at Ran with a what the fuck expression, as Ran explained, “You idiot, we need him to give us the location of where the cocaine is hidden. We need to check it and confiscate it. I’m pretty sure this pig head here would have marked it under Bonten’s name. We cannot let the police get to it, and neither can we sell it, since it’s mixed.”

That made sense. So, after tying up Nakahara on the chair in the dingy room, the three got to work, hacking away at each and every KN Group employee that was around. KN Group was a paper mill company on official papers. So most of their warehouses were such dingy places with shady people. If Rindou had to admit, he’d never seen a single piece of paper being processed from this so called KN Group’s paper mills.

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CURRENT TIMELINE –

“Please, Mr. Sanzu. I beg of you, please let me live, I swear to punish my son for his stupidity and will take care of business in a better manner. Please.”, he begged Sanzu. Nakahara had just woken up from being unconscious for a good while.

“Oh, so your son is still around here, is he? Tell me where he is, and I might just think about sparing your life. If you don’t, that’s fine too~ I’ll stick this bloody sword up your ass and use you as a torchlight while burning your head.”, Sanzu said with the crazy grin still on his face. He continued with the nightmare, “Am I not amazing? It’ll be like I have my own lit lightstick. Almost all Korean music groups have such lightsticks. Do you know of any, Mr. Nakahara?”

‘Fuck it all to hell, if I don’t tell him that runt’s location, he is bound to carry out what he promised just now. Fuck, what a bastard I have for a son. Fuck!’, thought Nakahara as he cursed himself and his son.

While he was thinking, Sanzu gets more and more impatient. Placing the tip of the sword below Nakahara’s chin, he makes Nakahara look up at him. He then places one foot on Nakahara’s crotch. The boot effectively pressing down on Nakahara’s dick, thereby getting a yelp of pain from Nakahara.

“Bitch, can you not hear what I just said, or is it that your just dumb? Should I make you a eunuch right now and slay you? Is that what you want or will you be a good little boy and tell me where is the dick that’s your son?”

“Ah, no! I apologize, Mr. Sanzu. I’ll speak. Please don’t hurt me. That wretch of a son of mine, he is at the warehouse which we have, close to Ginza. He said he’d go there to hide.”

“Good boy. Now you’re coming with me to Ginza to check. If he’s not there, then let’s just get down to creating the lightstick, okay?”, Sanzu replies with the same twisted smile as he get’s down from the table and bashes Nakahara’s skull with his fist, so that he’s out cold. There was no need for scum to try and escape.

Ran whistles outside, as he speaks to Sanzu, “Ooh boy, it’s been too long that I saw you in this state. We need to bring out the this pervy Sanzu more. I’d do you in a heartbeat if we could roleplay this in the bedroom babe~”

“Tch! You’re one hot piece of ass, but I don’t like fucking around with anyone. I’d rather do a line off of you at most. How’s that?”

“Tsk, you’re so boring. If I let you do that, it’d just be amusing for you.”, Ran replied with a bored expression. He knew Sanzu just did drugs and wasted away in his free time. Everything was good until that forbidden name spilt from his lips if he’d done one line too much or had one glass too many of the sake that she loved.

He was strange that way. Apparently, Mikey knew who she was, but they never discussed her. A sober Sanzu would be ready to shoot anyone who spoke her name or even hinted at her. To an outsider, it would feel as if he hated her to his very core.

Yet, he always drank the Sakura flavored sake. He never drank anything else. It had to served chilled, always. His obsession with the drink was to the extent that he’d carry a couple of bottles on him when he went to official white-collar balls which were hosted by Bonten. No matter who it was, he’d never accept any drink except for the Sakura sake. Mikey had grimaced the first time it happened and lectured him. Sanzu had just nodded along, but still brought it the next time. He’d knelt in front of Mikey’s office for a good three days the next time he’d done it. However, upon exchanging a few words with Mikey, Mikey had apologized to Sanzu and made sure that the next time they had such gatherings to attend, there was always the Sakura sake around. It was strange. Mikey had bent rules for his mad dog and also apologized. Mikey never apologized to anyone. At least not since Bonten was founded.

Ran had tried to get into the druggie’s pants on more than one occasion by getting him drunk. Alas, even a drunk Sanzu had rejected all his advances. It was maddening. However, Ran gave up after that one time. He stopped trying to get Sanzu drunk and tried to discretely take care of him when he was either high off his rocker or drunk so that no one else could take advantage of him. Something had changed between him and Sanzu that night, two years ago.

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2 Years ago, Club Snowdrop -

“Ugh, remind me how many times have I failed to get into his pants now? I’d be better off throwing myself at him directly instead of this cat and mouse chase. Hmph! He does not even seem affected by my advances. None of my pick-up lines work. Fuck what do I have to do to tap that hot piece of ass?”, Ran whined incessantly. Kakucho, Rin and Kokonoi had come out for some drinks to relax after a grueling contract, only to find Sanzu hanging off one of the high bar stools, his legs dangling lightly, as he sat with a bottle of the Sakura sake. They also found a depressed Ran sitting in one of the quieter booths in the VIP section drowning himself in all sorts of mixed martinis, cocktails and a wide assorted range of drinks.

“Why don’t you go over like a decent human being and talk to him about it instead of whining in front of us?”, Koko said impatiently while furiously tapping away at his laptop. He had pending paperwork to finish when Kakucho and Rindou had dragged him to Snowdrop for a couple of drinks. He planned to get wasted as soon as the contract was drawn up. Being an agony aunt to Ran was not on his agenda for tonight.

“Yeah Ran, speak to him about it. He might never know if you never try to initiate the conversation with him.”, Kakucho said gently, as he leaned back in his seat with a cigarette in hand.

“Yeah, I think I will be straight forward about it. All this time, he’s been too slow to notice it. He always shrugs it off as if it’s no big deal. Alright, here goes nothing. I’m still hoping to get laid though.”

Ran had great tolerance, to be honest. His ears were red, but that was it. He did not even stagger as he walked towards Sanzu near the quiet bar counter. The bartender smartly understood that he wasn’t needed there and made himself scarce.

“Sanzu, what’cha drinkin’?” Ran tried to strike up a conversation.

“Hmm? It’s Sakura sake. Want some?”, Sanzu spoke nonchalantly, as he still swung his legs to non-existent music.

“Is it any good? You’re opting to drink this over doing lines. Strange to see you not snort cocaine.”, Ran tried to make the light of the conversation. He was too distracted by those long legs.

“No, it’s not.”, Sanzu replies quietly.

“Then why? I always see you drink this.”, Ran is surprised. Taking the glass from Sanzu’s hand, he takes a sip of the drink, from exactly the place where Sanzu had drunk.

Ran feels like he’s in high school all over again. All this time, when he had one-night stands, never did he have to woo anyone so much. So, drinking the wine from the exact spot where Sanzu’s lips had touched the glass brought back memories of the times when it used to be a big deal to share a water bottle with your crush. He felt stupid, yet happy.

It tasted sweet, with a slight burn once it rushed down your throat, leaving a faint aftertaste. ‘A women’s drink’ is the thought that crosses his mind. It tasted gentle.

“Hey, this is not so bad. It tastes sweet. Why do you drink it, if you don’t like it?”, Ran is intrigued now.

“Because it was her favorite drink.”, Sanzu replies while snatching the glass back from Ran’s hand and gulping down the rest of the contents in one go. He felt like being a little talkative tonight.

“Who is she? Do you have someone?”, Ran asks while seductively running his index finger on Sanzu’s forearms. His rolled up sleeves with the magenta vest made him even more irresistible tonight. Although Ran asked the question, he was irritated that there was some other woman in his heart. He tried to control his jealousy in hopes that if he knew about this woman, he could maybe try and bribe her into giving up on Sanzu and thus, letting him be free game. It was a dirty way, but at this point, Ran was so backed up, he was just thinking with his dick.

He waited patiently for Sanzu to talk about the said woman. However, Sanzu just kept chugging away all the sake that was placed on the counter. There were about 3 empty bottles and he was halfway through the fourth one. His cheeks, ears and neck were all flushed red from drinking so much on an empty stomach.

“Hey! Slow down, we’ll have to get your stomach pumped at this rate. It’s alright if you don’t wanna talk about her right away. I’m always here for you. You need to remember this okay?”, Ran said with a worried expression on his face. Sanzu was not a lightweight. He knew that; however, 4 bottles of this sake would have made anyone topple over. It was surprising that Sanzu was just flushed.

Sanzu stopped for a minute after hearing those words. Without realizing, tears started to fall as he kept the glass on the table with a bang. Lowering his head so that the tears could get mixed with the water droplets on the counter, he tried to stand. It was shameful to be seen crying in front of another executive.

Ran saw this and was stunned. Mikey’s loyal mad dog whose emotional spectrum ranged from stoned to crazy to angry, never had sadness and tears on it. What exactly had happened with this girl to make him cry?

Sanzu wobbled as he stood. He called for the bartender and asked for another bottle of Sakura sake. When it was brought, he ditched the glass and took the bottle with him as he walked with unsteady steps towards the elevator. He wanted to look at the sky as he drank this last bottle for tonight.

Ran was lost in thought when he suddenly realized that Sanzu wasn’t beside him, but had already headed towards the elevator.

“Shit, where the fuck is he going now?”, cursing at himself for not paying attention, he rushed to the elevator only to see the doors close on his face. Upon seeing that it was headed to the roof, he had a sense of dread. What if that idiot thought of jumping off from the top in his sad state? Who would save him? Ran was already panicking on seeing Sanzu’s tears.

Ran rushed to the stairs, taking them two at a time to reach the roof. He gasped as he reached on top, only to see the pink haired druggie sitting quietly on a bench, with the bottle beside him. It remained sealed.

Walking over quietly, Ran sat beside him, not saying anything. He just placed his hand over Sanzu’s, silently trying to convey the message that he’d be there if Sanzu needed someone to talk to.

Sanzu was still drunk. It felt blurry. His tears seemed to be clogging his vision so much so that, he was unable to make out the stars tonight. Not that any would be seen in such a polluted city.

Polluted, just like he was. Polluted and toxic, just like him. Maybe it was a good thing to leave her to live her own life. Or maybe not. He didn’t know anymore. The thrills that he’d felt when he was with her, they could not compare to anything. He’d tried everything. Drinks, drugs, killing, jumping off of cliffs, setting things on fire. Heck he’d even tried reading, since she loved books so much. Nothing worked. In the end, he’d given up and stuck to drinking this sake. He hated it because it reminded him of her. But if he downed a few bottles, it helped him forget that she was no longer with him. It was just like the first time, when he’d snuck in a bottle for the two of them, and she’d giggled while drinking from the bottle and passed it back to him. She’d said it was an indirect kiss and blushed endlessly. He’d blushed too. It was the first time he’d fallen in love with someone.

“Maybe we could kiss for real instead of this indirect kiss.”, he’d teased her. She’d just smiled and taken the bottle from his hands and downed nearly half of it’s contents. Then, she had pressed her lips hesitantly to his. It was enough of an invitation for Sanzu to deepen the kiss. And oh God did it feel electric. It felt so fucking good that he knew, that she was it for him. He wanted nothing more than to be frozen in this moment forever with her.

Sanzu leaned onto Ran’s shoulder, tears still falling from his eyes. Ran was concerned. All horniness had gone out the window at this moment. All he wanted to do was comfort the man leaning on his shoulder. He didn’t want to see him so pathetic. Moving his hand to encircle Sanzu’s tiny waist, Ran pulled him closer.

“Kiss me, please...”, Sanzu whispered hoarsely.

Not one to waste a chance when it was given to him, Ran brought his other palm to Sanzu’s cheek while turning his head gently towards himself. He then pressed his lips against Sanzu’s softly, giving him a chance to retract if he wanted to. Seeing that Sanzu was not rejecting, he deepened the kiss; his tongue exploring Sanzu’s mouth, just like a man who has thirsted for water in a desert. Sanzu tasted like sake. Sakura sake. He tasted sweet. However, Ran observed that the tears never stopped, so he softly ended the kiss with a chaste peck on the side of Sanzu’s mouth.

“I love you so fucking much, Y/n, don’t leave me please, I missed you. I cannot breathe right without you by my side. Please stay with me. I’m sorry for running away like I did. Please stay, love. I’d do anything for you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...”, Sanzu kept muttering while hugging Ran tightly. Ran held him tighter so that Sanzu would not be able to see his face.

Haruchiyo Sanzu sounded broken as he cried into Ran’s neck, apologizing in between the sobs that wracked his body. Ran could not bear to see him so broken, so he vowed to find this girl and reunite her with Sanzu. He was ready to sacrifice his love if it meant that Sanzu would never be this broken again.

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE TWENTY FOUR || ACCOMPLICES

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara + gojo satoru + nitta akari from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of violence + mention of curses + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 22 may

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.5k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but….

↳ previous episode : the origin of blind obedience 2

↳ barista’s notes : so here we are for the final episode of season one of jujutsu kaisen for my series, it’s been a long journey since i started this in early feburary and now it is late may ʕ ꆤ ᴥ ꆤʔ wow times does go really fast, doesn’t it? well, i hope you enjoy this cup of special classic black coffee and prepare for the jujutsu strolls that are going to be coming soon when you ask for a bit of milk in your coffee ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’.

Hakufuku : 10:19-10:32

2.5. for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique : hopefully this video is slightly better…

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.

SAITAMA URAMI EAST JUNIOR HIGH - 1ST YEAR

“Here you go, you’ll need this”

Turning his head to look up, Fushiguro quickly noticed someone standing over him with their hand stretched out in front of him leading his eyes to peer down, only to notice a bandage wrap within the palm of their hands causing him to turn away as if he was looking away in disgust.

“Here you go, you’ll need this, you drag,” you repeated with the insult causing an irk to appear on Fushiguro’s forehead before turning to look at you with an annoyed expression present on his face.

“Go away, I don’t need it,” Fushiguro mentioned with some hint of annoyance and irritation within his tone causing the same irk to appear on your forehead as you then turned your head to look at the pile of beaten bodies that were behind him - an unsightly common sight since you enrolled into Saitama Urami East Junior High.

Sighing out loud, you suddenly grabbed the back of Fushiguro’s collar and began dragging him across the floor towards the bench that was close by (much to Fushiguro’s annoyance) and threw his body slight causing his upper shoulder area to hit the wooden side of the bench which lead him to hiss in pain.

“I don’t need it~ well sounds like you do,” you teased in a nonchalant manner causing Fushiguro to give you a sharp glare only to see that you had no reaction to it. Reaching into your blazer pocket, you took out a box of painkillers with some plasters in different sizes and a small pot of ointment before placing them on the outdoor bench.

“Don’t bother your sister too much...okay?” you rhetorically asked your classmate before turning back to walk away from the situation since you knew Fushiguro was going to question you on your knowledge about his sister even though he - on the outside - never really took the time to appreciate her or showed that he cared.

“What a drag,” you commented with another sigh before stretching your arms down to release the act that was slowly creeping its way to your shoulders as some students began to exit out of the school building to eat their lunch causing them to notice you as you gave them a little wave.

A FEW WEEKS LATER

Ever since that day, Fushiguro couldn’t help but begin to notice you slightly from the corner of his eyes as each day went by. At first, you sort of blended into the crowd in the sea of uniforms that was travelling around in the hallway, seeming to not want any attention from the teachers nor the students alike yet you seemed to somehow attract them leading you to offer the same small smile that he had somewhat gotten used to.

On the other hand, Fushiguro couldn’t help but get slightly annoyed at how your name was being called by the second, it was always “Y/N” this or “Y/N” that since you hated your last name being called. As in a matter of fact, he didn’t even have any acknowledgement or a hint of a clue of what your last name was at all. However, when you would say your name in your own tone, Fushiguro slowly began to notice how he then wouldn't get irritated causing a wave of confusion to hit him every time he would wonder why.

“Y/N, aren’t you going to participate in the elections for the student council, the teachers have nominated you?” one female student asked in a light tone causing Fushiguro to peak slightly over his arm as he was taking a nap for this lunch break, only to see you holding a book with a few other female students surrounding you.

“Nah, it’s such a drag...I don’t like taking responsibility for things,” you commented softly as you placed your thumb over the last word you were reading to keep a hold of your place causing the students around you to become confused before asking more questions causing some of your answers to perplex the erratic haired boy himself.

“I’m not good at organising things”

“I don’t have the time”

“I don’t like helping people”

“Liar,” Fushiguro muttered under his breath before closing his eyes again to fall into a quick nap while repeating the last words you had said to the students around you. 

“I don’t like helping people”

If you really didn’t like helping people, then why did you help him a few weeks ago? As well as leaving some first aid kit items on his table at the end of lunch to restock shall he say? Sure, you had helped other people here and there from letting them copy your notes to little study sessions during lunch to help the other person concentrate but he was wondering why you would help a delinquent like him...but further yet, why didn’t you ask for anything in return.

“Y/N, I found you,” someone shouted, causing Fushiguro’s ears to spike up once he knew the familiar tone to the voice that decided to enter the conversation.

“I wanted to apologise for Megumi’s behaviour for the past weeks and wanted to pay you back for the medical items you had given him,” Tsumiki informed you causing Fushiguro to slowly open his eyes again to see Tsumiki’s arm outstretched with some cash within her palm while you looked down on at with a hint of disappointment in your face.

“Don’t bother your sister too much...okay?”

Placing your bookmark on the page you were on, you gently placed it down before folding Tsumiki’s fingers over the money she was kindly offering you as payment, leading her to give you a surprising expression since, with that action, she instantly knew you were declining.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to repay me...Just take care of him, okay?” you mentioned with a soft tone before smiling up at your senior leading Fushiguro’s curiosity about you to heighten up even further than it was at the beginning.

“I don’t like helping people”

SAITAMA URAMI EAST JUNIOR HIGH - 2ND YEAR 

Walking in the school hallways, Fushiguro couldn’t help but notice how the gloomy and mundane weather was reflecting everyone’s mood as it seemed as if everyone had a lack of energy this morning and to be honest, he couldn’t blame them one single bit.

It was the day after, Tsumiki decided to attempt the test of courage at Yasohachi Bridge causing her to become cursed as she fell into a sudden coma causing guilt to begin eating him almost wholly as he took each step in the hallway. 

From what he recalled, Gojo had mentioned that Tsumiki was somewhat saved by a cursed technique leading her to not become physically injured at the attempt of jumping off, yet that didn’t save her from the curse that fell upon her since the lingering reverse cursed energy that was surrounding her body wasn’t enough or effective on her and the other students that decided to tag along with her leading him to wonder who was the person that tried to save his sister and her friends from that night.

Suddenly, Fushiguro heard something drop from behind causing him to turn his body completely, only to discover a fallen student leading him to widen his eyes on the sight before crouching down to check the pulse of the person only to discover that they were fine, as he then processed to turn his head to the side where more students from the classroom beside him began to drop one by one leading him to become more panicked since this was just the day after Tsumiki’s curse.

Unexpatantly, Fushiguro heard someone beginning to run towards his direction causing him to turn his head once again, only to find you running towards him with a somewhat worried expression on your face as you began to look at each classroom to see all the students within them passed out.

“Fushiguro!” you shouted in a panic leading him to quickly stand up on his feet as he reached out to you so he could rush you out of the school building to get you to Gojo to ensure your safety. If you were able to help him multiple times, maybe this time he could help you as his repayment.

Grabbing your hand, Fushiguro turned to his feet to begin running but for some reason, you weren’t running with him due to the halt of his movements when trying to pull you towards the exit of the school.

“Y/N, what are you doing? We got to run!” Fushiguro shouted in anger as he turned his head to face you eye to eye, only to come into eye contact with dark but glowing purple eyes causing his body to slowly become limp as his vision began to become gradually disorientated as an illusion of purple cherry blossoms began to fall around the both of you.

“Hakufuku”

Suddenly, Fushiguro began to lose his footing causing his body to quickly fall, only for you to catch him in your arms as you slowly lowered yourself to make sure his body didn’t harshly hit the floor due to any injuries he had gained from yesterday’s fight as you laid him on his side.

“Sorry, Fushiguro,” you whispered with a hint of regret before rapidly standing back up to run the other way which seemed towards the school’s computer’s system leading him slowly turn his head as he struggled to reach out towards your direction before the same arm dropped completely while his mind began to grow blank while your figure steadily disappeared from his sights while his memories of you began to gradually fade as he tried to maintain them with such difficulty.

“Y/N…”

THE DAY BEFORE THE MISSON

“You’ve been reading those books for quite some time, you know”

Turning your head away from the book placed upon your lap, you discovered Gojo in front of you with a teasing smile on his face as his body was leaning on the side of the doorway he had entered from.

“Well, there are quite a few to go through,” you muttered as you turned your head to the other side to see two piles of stacked up books that were somewhat in equal height right now with one pile of the books that you needed to read while the other was the books you had finished reading during the past weeks since you had moved into the Gojo’s clan estate.

From what you could recall the day you stepped foot into Gojo’s house, he had surprisingly guided you into a room that was filled with bookshelves that had books comfortably sitting in its place causing your eyes to widen at the sight only for him to inform you that all that books had belonged in your name.

“All of them belong to me?” you remembered asking leading your adoptive father to giggle slightly at your confused and flustered state as you began to roam around the pathway the bookshelves had given you, only to land on a particular shelf that had books written from your clan to which seemed to be addressed to you.

“I see you found the books, your mother was really smart to lock them and make sure you’re the only person who could read them,” Gojo mentioned to you when he had found you staring at them leading you to turn to him with a perplexed expression only for him to further explain that whenever he tried to touch the weathered spine of the book he would feel an invisible barrier blocking his movements and even when he attempted to use his infinity, there was no use.

However, when it was you, it just seemed like a normal book due to how easily you pull gently and carefully pull it out of the shelf and open it, only for Gojo to comment that all he could see what blank pages yet sense the linger cursed energy that was coming through the paper-based artefact. While on the other hand, you were able to view the elegant black brush strokes gracing the paper which was slightly confusing since you weren’t able to fully comprehend the poetic and outdated Japanese due to how influential the Chinese language was during the Heian era.

“I can’t believe you are technically older than me~” Gojo teased while wiping a fake tear from the corner of his eye, causing you to immediately snap out of your daydream to fully turn to him with a completely annoyed expression painted on your face.

“I DIDN’T AGE ONCE DURING MY SEALING, YOU DRAG!” you screamed in irritation causing the servant who was coming to serve you some tea to stumble slightly before regaining her balance as she let out a sigh of relief, leading you to deeply apologise to her before rushing up to your feet to help her on carrying the wooden, circular tea tray that she was holding on for you.

“I wish I got to see you grow into the woman that you are by the time you are reading this, but may you bloom into the sorcerer that you dream to be” - Your mother.

                                            ꕥ

“GOJO! GOJO!”

Slowly, from the loud shouting that was going on, you began to groan in annoyance while opening your eyes to find Itadori and Kugisaki kneeling in front of you with panicked expressions residing in their faces before steadily turning into relief once they noticed that you were smiling at them.

“Good job,” you whispered to them before resting your head back on the tree you were leaning on causing them to smile brightly back at you before high-fiving each other as they shouted on how relief they were as they already had a fright when they discovered Fushiguro laying on their ground before trying to find you.

“Did you collect the finger?” you questioned your classmates leading them to all freeze in a panic since they didn’t expect you to know about the issue with the special curse that was lingering within the domain that you were all previously in. As a matter of fact, you had already sensed it a few moments ago as well those three years back when you were in middle school.

“Ah...about that...Itadori ate it…” Fushiguro muttered in embarrassment, causing you to look at him with a blank stare before turning your head towards Itadori, who was now looking at you with a ‘trying to be innocent’ expression on his face as he scratched his cheek with his index finger.

“Sorry, Gojo...It was an accident,” Itadori stuttered in a light tone, while you continued to give him the blank expression before hitting his head with the handle of your katana causing him to hold the area while wincing in pain as you began to stand up on your feet.

“HEY! YOU FOUR!” 

Due to the sudden shouting, everyone head’s to shot up to find Nitta screaming at you and your classmates from above while waving her fist in such an erratic way, trying to emphasise her anger to all of you at this current moment in time.

“What have you four been doing? You wouldn’t answer my calls!” Nitta yelled, causing her voice to echo throughout the entire area causing you to wonder if anyone had turned on their lights due to the loud interruptions from their sleep.

“Oh, Nitta-san,” Itadori called out in surprise as he stared up at the irritated woman.

“She’s lost it,” Kugisaki mentioned, as she too was observing the shouting fit that all four of you were enduring right now.

“Well, shall we go home?” Itadori asked as he turned around to face you, leading the other two first-years to turn to look at you as well causing your eyebrows to raise up

‘Ah...I guess I did think about running away for a second....’

“Yeah, let’s go home,” you answered back before beginning to walk forward leaving Itadori and Kugisaki to talk about having Spendud Sushi as dinner while Nitta was continuing to yell at all four of you from above.

“I know as time passes, the more the Earth will push its fangs upon your shoulder and it’s completely my fault and I deeply apologise from the bottom of my heart. I knew the day that I was blessed with you that I desired nothing more than to give you the easiest route away from all the troubles the Zenin clan had put on us, away from the Jujutsu world and away from the loneliness that you will come face to face once I and your father are gone. I adore you with all my heart and want nothing more than your heart to be blessed with trust, happiness and comfort. Wherever you are, just know that I will always look after you, no matter how long I have to wait, I will always be the mother that I wished I could be for you” - Your mother.

                                               ꕥ

“Why did you leave?”

Turning your head to the side, you found Fushiguro standing on the wooden terrace that you were sitting on with a stern look on his face while you just blinked at him before turning your head to face the garden with a book laying upon your lap as you tried a way to figure out how to bring up the topic that you tried to avoid since coming into acquaintance with the shikigami sorcerer.

“What do you mean?” you asked before closing the book in such a gentle manner, worried that you could damage more than it already was - even if it was such in a good condition after enduring itself for 1000 years.

“Why did you leave? Why did you erase my memory? Why did you go?” Fushiguro queried once again, as he decided to take a seat next to you causing anyone who would see both of you and Fushiguro to notice the contrast in your outfits. At this current moment in time, you were wearing a simple yukata due to being at Gojo’s estate - it was common/courtesy to wear traditional clothing - while Fushiguo was wearing a white jumper with what seemed to be black joggers along with some trainers causing you to come to the assumption that he had either can to talk to you or train with Gojo again like he did last time.

“I’m sorry Fushiguro...but I had to do it,” you answered before grabbing the cup of tea that was sitting right beside you as you then took a sip of the warm drink leading some of your nerves to calm down as you also took a deep breath.

“Why didn’t you stay?” Fushiguro questioned again in a low tone while staring down at the ground trying to compose himself as more memories of you began to steadily flow in.

“It was too risky,” you answered again as you continued to stare at the garden that was blooming in front of you before turning your head to look at your classmate, who seemed to be in deep thought about the response you had just given him.

“I never got to repay you back from the kindness you had given me,” Fushiguro mentioned as he turned his head up to look at you, only to make eye contact leading the memories of your technique to come into his mind.

“I don’t need a repayment, I just did what I wanted to help you,” you replied back as you placed your cup down onto the wooden tray before laying your upper body down on the terrace while your legs were handing off to the side causing your hair to splay across the wooden platform the both of you were sitting on right now.

“But you don’t like helping people,” Fushiguro quickly mentioned as he turned his head to face you, causing your eyes to move from the sky above you to the boy that was now looking at you with a somewhat small smile planted upon his face causing you to remember the conversation that you had with him and Kugisaki about not telling Itadori the reason why numerous amount of cursed fingers that have been popping up recently - making you come to the realisation that he was technically asking you and Kugisaki to help him keep the guilt away from the vessel of Sukuna himself.

“Yeah...I don’t like helping people,” you answered with the same smile as he was presenting you, causing a light giggle to arise from the both of you.

‘I’ll recommend them for a promotion later...’

“Whoever you fall for the sky for, my dear. I wish you nothing but the world’s blessing to fall upon the two of you. May all the flowers that come to bloom will bring you grace and tenderness that you deserve, the same feelings that I wish I could provide to you as a mother like how the sun gives you its warmth” - Your mother.

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[acciotherapists]

Far From Home (Chapter 33: Two Weeks)

Loki x Reader

Y/n Y/l/n never thought her past would come back to find her. After all who would look for her on Midgard? But one day in the small town of Puento Antiguo her world is turned upside down when an old friend turns up, threatening everything she has built and the people she’d fought so hard to protect. What happens when the life she left behind finally catches up with her? What happens when the old flame she thought had burned out reignites within her?

Warnings: language (sorry, Steve), eventual smut (slow burn), angst, some mentions of torture (most things won’t be detailed but anything that gets a bit more specific will be warned at the beginning of the chapter)

Almost two weeks. That’s how long I’d been laying in a hospital bed, unable to move. Loki searched my eyes as I absorbed the news. His thumb brushed my cheek as the beeping of a heart monitor filled the room, slowly increasing. 

“Breathe, love. It’s alright. Look at me.” He let go of my hand, taking my face in his hands. “Listen to me, love. You’re alright. The Hydra base has been destroyed. We found the scepter there and it will be returned to Odin on Asgard soon. He’ll ensure it never gets into the wrong hands again, I promise you.”

“And Strucker… and List?”

“They’re in SHIELD custody. I wanted to kill them but Stark refused to let me,” he spat.

I nodded, tears running down my cheeks as he wiped them away before pressing his lips to mine. “You’re safe, darling. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

The door opened and a nurse entered the room. Warmth flooded my cheeks as Loki stepped to the side so the nurse could speak with me. Her smile was warm as she checked my vitals and wrote in a clipboard before asking how I was feeling. The conversation was short as she told me I was recovering well and would hopefully be released in the next week so long as I continued progressing well. We thanked her and she left the room.

An awkward silence filled the room as Thor, Loki, and Tony barely looked at one another. Tension surrounded us before I finally spoke.

“Thank you.. For coming to get me… all of you.”

“You’re family, Y/n… to all of us,” Thor answered, looking to Tony who nodded softly.

“Plus, Reindeer Games and Point Break over here are pretty persuasive,” Tony added, causing me to chuckle.

We conversed about what had changed over the past few months and I smiled as he told me of his plan for the Avenger’s Tower and the Iron Legion. The Avengers would be getting back together and he hoped I would join, though I didn’t know when or if that would happen. It wasn’t until he said something I never thought I would hear that I realized perhaps life could be normal for me again, or at least some version of normal.

“When we arrived at the base most of their files were digital. They had a few hard copies of things laying around but most things were digital. JARVIS was able to access the mainframe and remove any trace of you from their system.”

“W-what are you saying?”

“Hydra has no record of you ever existing… and anyone who knew about you at the lab… well they’re either dead or in custody.”

“A-and the hard copy of my file?”

“We have it here,” Tony answered, ignoring the glare being sent his way by Loki.

“Can I see it?”

“Darling,” Loki interrupted. “Perhaps we should let you rest first. Nothing in that file is going to be good for you right now… or probably ever.”

“Loki… Abigail said something to me… she said they took that from me too. She knew me yet I have no memory of her… what if there’s more they erased?”

Loki looked away. 

“Loki? What do you know?”

“Darling…”

“What aren’t you telling me?”

His eyes flashed to Stark quickly before returning to me.

“It’s about my file, isn’t it? I heard you talking to Tony… what do you know?”

“Nothing, my love. I haven’t read it but…”

“But, what?”

“I’ve read… parts of it,” Tony interrupted. “I was trying to ensure we’d erased any record of you. There were bits of data embedded in their system in multiple places. There was code on the bottom of some of the documents and I had to be sure we erased it,” he explained. “There were things in there… things that you have a right to know about.” He glared at Loki as he said this.

“Stark,” Loki warned.

“What the hell is in that file?” I asked softly. I must’ve been bad enough that Loki was keeping it from me but I had to know.

“Darling, I promise you I will show you everything once you are better. I- I almost lost you. I couldn’t even use my seidr to heal you… there was nothing I could do. I don’t want to feel like that again.”

“Feel like what?”

“Completely helpless… unable to do anything to save you… relying on Midgardian technology to save you.”

“Loki, I’m alive because of you… I heard your voice,” I tried to explain. “It’s what kept me alive in the beginning… I almost… I almost gave up, Loki.”

“I know,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I heard you.”

I sighed. “You promise you will show me the file when I am released?”

“Yes,” he assured. “I never thought I would say this about Tony Stark but he is right about this… you do deserve to know everything… I just want you to be safe about it and I don’t think your mind is in any state to handle what’s in there.”

“You read it?”

“No, love. I only know what Stark has said. I didn’t feel like you’d want me to read it.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Loki… for everything.”

For just a brief moment it felt as if everything might be okay. I wasn’t prepared for my world to fall apart again.

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Your analysis of Genshin was really interesting! Unfortunately I know jack shit about the game so I can’t discuss the themes of the story with you. Also I’m sorry to hear about Kevin? I haven’t played that part of Honkai yet though so I can’t talk about it.

Sorry for not being very clear about the point I was making regarding Sent, Rita, Durandal, and the rest of Schicksal. What I meant was that despite Senti killing people on Mt. Taixuan and those who worked for Schicksal being complicit in Schicksal’s evil deeds, they were not villianized or killed for their roles in evil acts. None of these characters were in particular positions of authority so I was offering a counterpoint to your belief that “characters forced into terrible situations get villianized and killed off”. For example, Durandal works for Schicksal (the organization who experiments on orphans) and was complicit in HotV’s awakening but she does so because Schicksal’s the best shot at stopping the Honkai and she needs Otto to save the bubble universe she has. I’d say that’s someone who was forced into a relatively terrible situation but she wasn’t villianized or killed. Sorry for being unclear about that, that’s on me for not explaining my point.

Yes, I did exaggerate for dramatic effect when I said that FuHua “immediately” stopped following Otto, so sorry for the confusion. Also I see I made a typo, I mean “she kidnapped” not “he kidnapped” again sorry for the confusion, I promise I know honkai impact lore I swear. So when you say “half of what [I] said about FuHua was straight up wrong” I’m going to assume your talking about her being blackmailed by Otto (sorry if I’m making the wrong assumption)? So, sometime after FuHua was killed by her disciples, she made a deal with Otto that he would protect ShenZhou in exchange for her working for him. At the end of Moon Shadow Otto says “and now [FuHua] must dance to my tunes to ensure the safety of ShenZhou” hence why I referred to her as being blackmailed. FuHua isn’t aligned with Otto because she agrees with him and they aren’t friends, she does it to keep ShenZhou safe from the Honkai since she can’t protect it herself. And yeah, FuHua has no leadership role in Schicksal and can’t influence the decisions the organization makes.

Regarding the HotV incident, FuHua opposed killing the main cast even before she spoke with Himeko and she went to stop HotV from harming innocents despite that going against Otto’s plans. Later she condemned Otto after learning of his true intentions. Outside of kidnapping Kiana after HotV had taken over her mind, FuHua doesn’t do anything to harm the main cast really. I don’t really agree with the premise that she got a redemption arc because her character arc went from being someone blackmailed to follow Otto’s orders to someone who wasn’t willing to follow Otto’s orders despite the consequences, I personally feel like she was never evil enough for it to be a redemption. But I know that this is probably the sort of case that could be argued either way, so on the other hand I would say that this also seems to me to be someone just forced into a terrible situation who isn’t villianized (no one condemns her for kidnapping Kiana, its a total non-issue to the characters) but, uh, she is actually briefly killed (though not permanently) so make of that what you will I guess?

So regarding Kolosten, I didn’t say anything about liking/disliking the arc so I’m sorry you feel like I keep bringing that up but I think this is just a miscommunication? It seems like we have different definitions of redemption arcs so I’m just going to try and identify what those are and present Otto’s actions during Kolosten from a hopefully objective standpoint before I do any analysis. So I’d define a redemption arc as when a character stops being evil and makes up for their past misdeeds in some fashion (or tries to at least). I don’t want to put words in your mouth, but my understanding is that for you a redemption arc is when the audience is no longer supposed to view a character as evil. Otto Apocalpyse doesn’t apologize for his actions, he doesn’t seem to regret them even, and he threatens to turn back time 500 years, killing everyone currently alive. While this is revealed to have been a back-up plan of his, we don’t get any indication that he wouldn’t have resorted to doing so. So by my definition he doesn’t get redeemed - he doesn’t apologize or make the harm he did right. The other definition is a little harder to quantify (death of the author and all) but we can say that Otto doesn’t do anything objectively good at the very least. Many people sympathized with him and wished for him to succeed but that doesn’t stop them from thinking he’s evil, and up until his death he was still ready and willing to do evil things so thinking he’s evil isn’t unfounded. You said that the game “thinks he’s redeemed enough to get a good ending,” but sometimes evil characters still win. Him succeeding in a way people can root for doesn’t mean that he stopped being evil along the way. A character completing or not completing their goals isn’t a statement about their morality.

Edit: I don’t remember the protagonists validating Otto’s world views. Let me know if I’m just straight wrong on this I guess.

Honestly, I agree with your points about the Sirin/HotV/Kiana situation. Your correct on all parts. My point wasn’t about the overall message of the arc or the quality of the writing, just that Sirin was redeemed in my opinion. The whole thing is pretty blurry to if it’s a redemption or villianaized and killed off scenario in my opinion, HotV was definitively not redeemed but, yeah, I think Sirin was. I don’t have any particularly strong feelings about this arc tbh so I’m honestly playing devils advocate a little.

Regarding which antagonists got their humanity validated - I’d personally say Otto (I put Otto here due to the whole “immortal robot man who doesn’t identify as human thing” potentially invalidating his humanity but he’s always been a very human character, that’s never been a question for me), Sirin, Herrscher Mei, and Wendy for characters who rejected their humanity but were shown to be human regardless. Cocolia, Dr. Murata, and the Joyce clones never gave us a reason to question their humanity because they’re literally just guys who are evil. And Anna, Owl, and HoD were all taken over by the Will of the Honkai or whatever super quickly so we didn’t really get to see what they were otherwise like, so yeah I’d agree they were kinda denied their humanity (though Anna and Owl were still pretty sympathetic).

So, I’m done doing analysis at this point and I’m just expositing on obscure lore now. So what happened after the successful proletariat revolution that was the Schicksal civil war? Well, there’s not much we can determine for certain but there’s a few things I can say. In the video linked below (I’m so, so sorry I don’t know how to just insert a link and not a whole video thing), Otto says “[he] spent a lot of time and restructured Schicksal’s hierarchy based on the most advanced managerial theories. Now it can function without my presence most of the time.” Given the knowledge at his disposal this would lead me to believe that he either restructured Schicksal based on more progressive schools of thought that existed at the time (1500s) or based off knowledge he obtained from the Void Archives. I personally think that he probably used knowledge he gained from VA since he was put in power due to a campaign against corrupt theocracy and based on 5 minutes of googling theocracy was pretty big back in the day (and it’s funnier to imagine that the Holy Roman Empire suddenly became a modern democracy overnight). So while the three houses did continue to exist, we don’t know if they held any sort of governmental power after Otto took power. We also don’t know how or when Schicksal transformed from a theocratic European nation to a globe spanning secret society, but there were clearly some changes to Schicksal structure beyond a new management style.

(Disclaimer incase some of y’all don’t have the “Honkai spoilers” and “Genshin spoilers” tags blocked: This post will contain some pretty major spoilers from both games. Also this post is more of a repeat shower thought of mine than a proper analysis)

Something I find… disappointing about Mihoyo’s writing is that it only ever seems to be people who are already in positions of power and authority who get redemption arcs, where as characters who were genuinely just forced into these terrible situations will get villainized and killed off.

Examples:

Ei, leader of a nation and a god, hunted down poor and middle class vision holders (technically a minority group) and stripped them of their will or killed them if they resisted, but the story goes out of its way to show us her grief and hardships, which are supposed to make her worthy of redemption

Dr. MEI, main leader of her era, committed way too many war crimes to list here (main one being experimenting on soldiers and sending them to their death without their consent) and defunded or distracted at least two of the leading scientists working on alternatives, but the story frames her actions as noble and a necessary sacrifice

Otto, part of a ruling lineage and leader of a government party, also committed too many war crimes to list here but we’re gonna focus on the part where he kidnapped and tortured children for science, was given a story the centered around showing us his humanity, motivations, and good intentions/ outcomes

Sirin/HoV one of said children Otto kidnapped and tortured, lashes out and attacks the ones responsible for her pain and those who defend them. Killed off

Kevin, literally just some guy pulled off the street who stepped up when nobody else would, took on a task that was way too big for him to handle, watched almost all his friends die, watched as he was powerless to stop the world from being destroyed, and went along with a desperate and incredibly dangerous plan that he hated, but thought was the only way to prevent what he already lived through from happening again. Deemed a monster that has to be killed

La Signora, a young village woman who’s lover died in a pointless war between gods, had her home destroyed, turned her body into liquid fire, and joined the side that was looking to take down the people who caused her all this pain. Presumably killed off probably not gonna stay that way though so we can come back to this one in a couple years

Some potential exceptions to this trend/ less straightforward examples:

Fu Hua and Kujou Sara (arcs handled similarly, so I’m lumping them together). Though they are both technically leaders, they aren’t by any means the one in charge. Their motivations, reasoning, and potential for redemption is established incredibly early on and the story is quick to show us that even though they’re on the bad guy team at first, they have noble intentions. They also spend the majority of their time in the story actually doing the leg work to prove they’re a good guy

Scaramouche. Though he is technically the child of a god, he’s still a parental abuse victim and the story repeatedly puts him in positions of powerlessness and servitude. He also spent the majority of his life living in poverty. Though he hasn’t exactly been redeemed for his war crimes yet, the story is giving him a chance to work for it

The grand sage. Example of a corrupt person in power we actually did get to take down. Though it should be noted that the story frames it as though that power was never rightfully his in the first place

Idk, it’s not enough for me to go and try and accuse Mihoyo of anything, nor am I trying to say that all these stories were handled poorly (and yes, I’m fully aware that a lot of my descriptions were oversimplifications of the canon). It’s just a pattern that I’m side-eying Mihoyo for. A trend that does make me straight up go “hey, Mihoyo, what the fuck-“

Why is every scientist tampering with human biology and evolution depicted as some puppy-kicking lunatic? Why does the story focus so heavily on demonizing their areas of research and acting like those are the problem, not the fact that they’re committing several OSHA violations? I know I’ve ranted about this point before, but I just find it incredibly strange

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Slumbering Hearts (Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 2

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language Warnings: None Summary: In a wicked twist of fate, you find out your soulmate is none other than your employer, Lady Dimitrescu. To your misery, she (at first) seems equally displeased, her heart already belonging to another. But in time, the two of you find yourselves wondering… could the universe be right, after all? Soulmate AU in which every person has a unique “soul mark”, which they share with their soulmate. Notes: Reader gets a bit of a backstory here, with just enough concrete details to serve the plot in future chapters. Hopefully enough is kept vague for people to enjoy it. Now... Time to meet your new kids-in-law/the gremlins :) Previous Chapters: 1: In The Shadow Of Giants

2: Uncertain Destinations

“You already know my name, as well as my fate, and I have neither threats nor demands to make of you. I am at your mercy, regrettably, with nothing more to say. Shall we consider ourselves ‘introduced’? Or is there more you wish to ask of me?” You wonder, eying ‘Alcina’ with a bored expression. It felt odd to refer to her that way, even within the confines of your mind. She had been ‘Lady Dimitrescu’ for as long as you could remember; starting with your years in the village, and continuing through your months here at the castle. One day, perhaps, you would grow used to calling her by her first name. For now, you simply hoped to focus on other matters.

“Tell me of yourself, your past. Who were you before you came here?” Alcina asks, surprising you. What did it matter, now that you were stuck here? At first you shrug, avoiding eye contact, not wanting to open yourself up to her. But before long she’s placed a hand on your shoulder, applying just enough pressure to encourage you to speak. You win this round, you think.

“Somehow I doubt you’ll find it terribly interesting. I was born in the outskirts of the village, on a small farm, just like any other. I had a pet dog, went to ‘school’ with my neighbors, and spent my weekends volunteering with the church. The only thing you might not expect is that I lived outside the village for about a decade. Traveled for a while, never really staying anywhere for terribly long. Eventually, I got tired, and so I came back to help my parents with what little property they had left,” you explain, quietly. Being vague had been intentional, considering the nature of a few details. Did she need to know why you had left? Or that you had once revered Mother Miranda?... No, because if she learned that, it would not be long before she learned that you had changed your mind years ago. Something told you that she wouldn’t appreciate your lack of faith in her mistress. “That was six months ago, roughly. Barely got to spend time with my parents before I was ‘donated’ to the staff here.”

“Not many ever leave the village. Those that do rarely, if ever, return. How particular,” Alcina replies, giving a soft hum. There’s something in her expression that tells you she’ll eventually ask you to elaborate. For now, however, she seems content to move on. Internally you sigh in relief. “I suppose this is sufficient to sate my curiosity, for the time being. Now come with me, I’d like to introduce you to my daughters, to ensure that they understand you are… off limits.” With that said she stands, once more reminding you just how small and fragile you are in comparison, before heading towards the exit. You’re nearly forced to jog in order to keep up with her long strides. As she leads you through hallways, down a flight of stairs, and past several nervous looking maidens, she slows down the slightest bit, having eventually noticed your struggle. Admittedly, that’s more kindness than you would have anticipated. Perhaps she was used to adjusting her pace for her daughters?

Whatever the reason, you do appreciate it. Still, by the time you arrive at your destination, the castle’s library, your legs are feeling the smallest bit sore. Brushing off the ache, you follow Alcina inside. Then you’re taking in the sights, having not been here before, admiring the impressive collection. Glad I’m not responsible for cleaning this place, you think as you pass by dozens of filled shelves. Before long you encounter the three daughters. They’re sitting in a semi-circle, each with their own book, though they’re quick to sit up once they spy their mother. One by one they’re smiling up at her, not even sparing you a moment’s glance. Admittedly you’re glad for that. What good could come from their attention, especially when they don’t yet know who you ‘truly’ are?

“I’m glad to see you’re all in one place, my darlings. There has been a… development, of sorts,” Alcina says, speaking in the same tone one might use to address a faculty meeting. In a less intimidating household, it would have been much harder to hold in a laugh. Was this always how she spoke to her children? For their sake, you hoped not (though the concept was amusing). Regardless, it is at this point that the daughters notice you, with one of them looking intrigued enough to send a shiver down your spine. You’re pretty sure her name is Daniela, being the only one you haven’t met before today. A toothy grin spreads on her lips, and once you make eye contact you swear that she winks at you. This literally could not be any worse, you think, unable to stop yourself from frowning.

“Does it have to do with this little thing?” Daniela purrs, taking a step towards you. Instantly both Alcina and yourself are tensing up. While your soulmate shifts in front of you, an incredibly faint rosy tint to her cheeks, all you can do is pinch the bridge of your nose between two fingers.

“This ‘little thing’ is not your newest playtoy, Daniela. Rather, they are my-” she hesitates, disliking the way the word feels in her mouth- “soulmate. I expect the three of you to behave, understood? At the very most, you are allowed to prevent them from leaving the premises, but even then I expect you to remain gentle. Have I made myself clear?” Alcina asks. Now she’s not the only one blushing, as Daniela looks so embarrassed that you wonder if she’ll pass out. Maybe now you’ll think twice about flirting with everyone you meet, you think, remembering the various rumors you’ve heard about her. For a moment, part of you imagines what your relationship with her would look like, were you to continue ‘courting’ her mother. Could this be a moment you could torment her with for life? Get some cheeky revenge for all the maidens who couldn’t risk it? A lovely thought, though one soon interrupted.

“Of course, mother. We will not lay a single finger on them, unless we have no other choice. Right, sisters?” Bela replies, turning to her siblings with an expectant look. Neither of them seem terribly pleased, but they nod, each giving their own verbal affirmations. All three spend a few moments glancing you over, reevaluating you now that they know who you are, appraising your worth. It’s not hard to imagine that they all find you lacking- at least in comparison to their mother. “Are introductions in order? We’ve met before, but I hardly know anything about them. It would be… nice to properly meet the newest edition to our family.” The way Bela says the words makes you nervous, and the way Cassandra grins only worsens the feeling.

“If you desire such, I see no reason to forgo such a thing. Perhaps the three of you could give them a tour? I must return to my duties, and I doubt they have seen much of the castle, given their… former occupation,” Alcina admits, softly. Was this a confirmation that you’d no longer have to spend every day working yourself to the bone? On one hand you were somewhat relieved, but you also regretted the possible loss of your preferred coping method. Worse, were you really going to spend who knows how long with the dreaded Dimitrescu daughters? They were going to rip you to shreds, at least verbally, you were sure of it. How could you ever meet their expectations? If they were anything like their mother, you would never be enough to satisfy them. Or at least that is what you assumed.

“I’ve seen a fair bit,” you interject, awkwardly, hating the way it brings everyone’s gaze back to you. Alcina’s lips twitch, as she fights back a frown. Evidently she didn’t appreciate you countering her suggestion.

“Please, we insist,” Bela fires back, a pleasant tone covering her thinly-veiled animosity. “I’m sure we’ll have a wonderful time getting to know each other. You do want to learn more about your soulmate’s children, don’t you?” Something about the way she speaks makes you want to laugh. When you smile back at her, it’s without a hint of any placating intentions, rather a dewdrop of mischief. Bold of her to assume that you wanted to make her mother happy. After all, it was clear from her phrasing that this was a ‘test’, a ruse to ‘reveal your true colors’ to Alcina. But you were as uneasy about your part in this as Bela was, neither of you finding yourself a suitable match for Alcina. Despite the way she narrows her eyes at you, her mother is smiling again, glad that she had a way to keep you occupied for the time being.

“It’s settled then,” she says, moving to give each of her daughters a kiss on top of their heads. They giggle at the affection, looking rather proud of themselves. Then she turns to you, hesitating, clearly having the instinct to give you a kiss as well. Half of you wants to stand on your tippy-toes, expectantly, wondering if she’d do it (and how flustered it would make her). Instead, you pretend not to notice, accepting the awkward shoulder pat she ends up giving you. “I will see you this evening, for dinner. Do try to enjoy yourself. But don’t forget-” she leans in until her mouth is right next to your ear, breath tickling your neck- “behave yourself. I will not tolerate any tomfoolery, understood?” Alcina does not pull away until you’ve nodded, and you do not relax until the library door has shut behind her.

Except now you’re alone with her daughters. Wonderful.

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Dealing with finances was not, to put it simply, Alcina’s ‘favorite’ activity. Although she employed someone to handle the majority of the paperwork, she made sure to go over it herself to ensure accuracy. There were many aspects to her business, being both legitimate and illegitimate, technically. One could never be too careful about their records. After all, failing to file tax returns had taken down Al Capone, of all people. Who was to say that such a mistake, or one in a similar vein, could not damage House Dimitrescu? Certainly it wouldn’t be enough to ruin them entirely, but it could lead to certain ‘nuisances’ bothering the village. At the end of the day, Alcina cared more about the impact it would have on Mother Miranda than anything else, even the possible decline of her household.

A nasty habit, really. Few knew the extent of her self-entitled devotion to the cult leader. The only bond that ran deeper was that she had with her daughters, who meant more to her than she could ever vocalize. Even then, she viewed them as a gift from Miranda, which in turn strengthened her love for the woman. Now that love leaked into everything she did. With a flourish of her pen, she signed away some of this month’s earnings. So what if she already ‘donated’ a large portion of her income to the village and its leader? Certainly this was a way to show the level of her devotion? Certainly Miranda would take notice, eventually? Praise her for it? Take Alcina’s hand in her own, thumb caressing her skin, eyes filled with a long-sought affection?...

The sound of passing footsteps brings her back into the moment, and Alcina stares down at the mountain of paperwork she’d yet to approve. With a deep sigh she readjusts her reading glasses, sets the finished document aside, then gets back to work. A part of her mind soon starts to drift to other subjects. To you, primarily. Would your affection be easier to gain? Steadier?... But could it, in any way, compare to Miranda’s? No matter how she tries to brush the thoughts away, they nip at her heels, circling her head like vultures. Only time would give her the relief she so desperately sought.

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“So, don’t tell me you really think you’re my mother’s soulmate, right?” Cassandra says, somewhat grumbling, as you trail behind Bela. It’s less than five minutes into the tour, with the siblings having behaved so far, focused on actually showing you around. At her words, both her sisters started walking slower. Their gazes were still locked ahead of themselves. The way they positioned themselves, however, made it clear that they were listening. “Is it some elaborate scheme, hmm? Did you spend a dozen hours with the other servants, noting every last detail about her soul mark, before copying it? Do you really think that you’ll get away with this?” Well, ‘twas good to know who the most paranoid of the three were.

“Ah, yes, it’s all a great, horrible ruse. You’ve caught me red-handed, I’m afraid,” you chime, sarcastically. A hand goes to your forehead as you fake faintness. “I’m just so desperate to be scrutinized by yourself and your mother, to have my every movement watched, to somehow be less free than I already was. I simply… cannot… believe… that you saw through my bluff.” With that you give a dramatic sigh, pausing in the hallway to give Cassandra a judgemental look. If not for Alcina’s instructions to keep you safe, you’re certain she would have beheaded you on the spot. “I’m not claiming to understand the universe’s decision. But I’m also not giving up immediately, no matter how much the three of you scare me.” At that, Bela stops in her tracks, slowly turning to you. Instinctively you go to take a step backwards, only for Cassandra to catch you, holding you in place. Next thing you know, the oldest daughter is grabbing your head, staring you right in the eyes.

“Answer one question, and maybe I’ll make sure you don’t fall victim to some tragic, unfortunate accident. Can you see yourself loving my mother?” Bela asks, more intense than you’ve ever seen her before. Despite that, you don’t tremble, swallowing your fear long enough to reply.

“Honestly? I don’t know. She’s terrifying… and beautiful. Cruel to some of the maidens I’ve met… and loving to you three. I… I don’t know if I can love her,” you admit, gulping. “But isn’t that part of the point of trying? To find out? I am going to try, for both my sake and hers, to love her. To cherish her. What more would you ask of me? I cannot tell you how the days to come will go, whether or not your mother will enjoy them, or even whether she could love me. This is not a situation you can threaten into resolving the way you want it to. So let me go, finish the tour, and give me a chance. You owe your mother that much, do you not?” Soon enough the hands keeping you in place loosen their grip, and Bela turns away with a scoff. Honestly, you can hardly believe that your little speech worked. You aren’t given much time to celebrate, however, as the sisters quickly resume their walking. Before long, Daniela is speaking up between giggles.

“I like this one already.”