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louislovesdilfs · 1 year ago

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Homesick

this is a Doctor who fanfic, it's almost like a big experiment that I'm doing with a lot, LIKE A LOT, of theories or headcanons in it, crucial to this story (not all of them but whatever). I will put every source I use in this fics and if this series continues they will be A LOT. today's source tho it's just one @/whynotjohnlock I took something from them so thank you for the informations. There are some "uncanny valley" references but I tried to explain them as best as I could, let's just say it's full of nerd stuff and it will only get worst :)

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pairing: 9th Doctor x reader (will eventually become 10th later on.)

English is not my first language so I apologise for the mistakes.

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The street Y/n is walking in makes him nauseous, he saw that street so many times...the buildings, the houses, the people...all the same all the time, it's like living a nightmare: 20 years always in the same place with the same faces and the same dreams, dreams that not even he can believe.

Y/n lights up a cigarette letting the smoke fill his lungs and brain, it's poisonous yet it feels so good, the way his brain gets dizzy everytime the smoke gets in his body it's what he needs, it's the best feeling he can get in that small town somewhere.

He looks at the too familiar place with dead eyes, not even an emotion, maybe disgust for the place, he knows he will die in the same house he grew up in, like all the people in that fucking place, he will die sad and alone like his father before him, and the father of his father; lonliness and bad behaviour run strong in his family, as much as he hates it he is his parents' son, he has the same destructive, hot tempered and maybe pessimistic side of his father but the horrible, pathetic, useless kind heart his mother had..great woman his mother, always there to help the others until one day she helped the wrong person.

The street is looking as he remembers except for a tiny little detail, there's a phone box hidden in an alley, he has seen that alley a million times before but that blue box? it appeared from no where, almost a glitch in the matrix, he thinks; he's such a nerd.

Y/n steps closer carefully looking in case the owner is around, he feels the blue wood on his fingers genlty caressing it with his right hand, it's almost like the blue box can feel it, Y/n can swear he saw it light up for a tiny second. He steps away shaking his head, the door of the box is locked, he does take a picture tho, unusual to see something like that, it brought up feelings Y/n forgot he had.

"and who are you?" A voice behind him makes him flinch for a second, he never heard that voice before, Y/n turn around trying to go back to his stern look rather than the curiosity that made his face soften making him look like a kid.

"Is that yours?" Y/n asks crossing his arms, the man is wearing a big leather jacket and he's almost bald with a really noticeable nose, but overall he looks attractive Y/n has to be honest with himself

"answering a question with a question?" The man smirked in a sort of cheeky way, not arrogant even if it seemed that way

"avoiding to answer the question?" Y/n shot back tilting his head slightly, the man was a bit taller than him, probably much older, his eyes were at least, to the point where his face didn't match them.

"that is mine" the man answered in a calm tone, he looked weird tho, he didn't fit in properly, he was an english guy with a northern accent owner of a blue box in a hidden alley. Y/n looks at him suspiciously, his mind racing trying to think about what could be in that blue box, the most stupid reason comes to his mind but it's too late to stop his own mouth.

"what do you hide there? drugs? It won't take long for someone to notice it, it's a small town people talk." Y/n says looking around the alley but apparently there was nobody except for them, the man looks at Y/n puzzled and then speaks

"will you talk?" he asks waiting for an answer, Y/n raises his eyebrows, he was so weird, yet fascinating.

"no.." Y/n answers unsure looking between the man and that blue box

"great then, see ya" he says entering the blue box, but he leaves the door open, Y/n looks around the box, he hears noises coming from inside, he takes a look not sure what to expect but anything was better than the usual.

The blue box was bigger on the inside, Y/n couldn't believe his eyes, he steps in rapidly scanning the place and taking information, he processes everything as fast as he can but he feels his mind about to explode; the man is going around the console pressing buttons untill he notices the young man and smirks

"do you always come in when you're not invited?" he asks looking at Y/n with the same smug face as before

"do you always leave the door open for strangers?" He answers back quickly, too busy wondering around with his eyes to pay attention to the man

"this is the TARDIS, Time And Relative Dimension In Space" he explains crossing his arms and leaning on the console

"I was going to say bigger on the inside but.." Y/n starts to walk around biting his lower lip to think "maybe pocket dimension, this TARDIS is probably on another plane of existence or does it expand this one?" Y/n asks but wasn't waiting for an answer he just keeps thinking stopping sometimes humming a bit and then keeps talking

"if it travels in the fourth dimension, commonly known as time then it has the ability to change its weight and size...even appearance" he kept going mostly talking to himself

"it needs an incredible amount of power...a star maybe, a black hole even if less likely..fascinating tho, this can't be human and neither can you" He turns to the man who had a surprised look rather than a smug one, even a little bit amused by the man wondering around his TARDIS

"almost like uncanny valley just less scary I guess, my brain recognised you as an human being, yet something about you seemed off even if I couldn't recall what was it," Y/n affirms tilting his head to the side, that's what he always does when he's pointing out or suspecting something or at least that's what the man in the leather jacket noticed about him.

"so, what's your name?" he finishes getting closer to the man

"The Doctor" he answer with a tiny smirk crossing his arms in front of Y/n

"Doctor who?" Y/n asks raising his eyebrows, 'The Doctor' chuckles, he heard that question a lot Y/n thinks,

"just The Doctor" He says smiling at Y/n, a wide smile impressed by the younger man knowledge

"apparently you don't need me to explain how the TARDIS works.." he says while Y/n shrugs

"I failed physics 4 times, I know it by heart now" he explains in a low tone as if someone else could hear him and call him a nerd.

"you want to see it in action?" The Doctor says pressing some buttons as Y/n tryes to play it cool and hide the excitement

"is that even a question?" he just says screaming internally, finally something different, he can't believe he is leaving that small town, this can't be real, he might have bumped his head and now he's in coma.

"where are we going?" Y/n asks still focusing on the Doctor's movement, which buttons he presses and when, he can almost feel the levers and buttons under his fingers, he wants to drive the TARDIS, just to know how it feels like.

"anywhere you li-" as The Doctor tries to finish the sentence the TARDIS shakes making both of them fall to the ground, Y/n bumps his head as he groans in pain raising his hand to reach his head.

As the TARDIS stops Y/n stands up still holding his head massaging it and then turns to The Doctor with a stern look

"who gave you the licence, a fucking monkey? no not even a monkey, they would drive it better!" Y/n complains but the other man doesn't listen to him, instead he steps outside with a courious look on his face, Y/n follows him mumbling things under his breath

"we're in London?" he says looking around, Y/n scoffs

"anywhere in time and space and you bring me in London...in 2005!" he whines following the man in the city, Y/n clearly doesn't fit in, with his earrings and general piercings he looks like the lost member of the Tokyo Hotel however he tries to let the weird looks from the people slide for now,

"I didn't bring you here, the TARDIS brought us here for some reason," The Doctor answers

From that moment on things happen, they meet Rose,she's great and Y/n likes her. they fight with mannequins and a disgusting looking thing, Mickey is there too, not as great as Rose but whatever. It's time to go, Y/n knows the Doctor wants to take Rose with him, something is going on, it's clear in their eyes. Mickey is hiding behind a pallet, pathetic, Y/n thinks but doesn't say anything about it.

"a lot of good you were" Rose says looking at the man who's leaning on the TARDIS doorway, Y/n is outside, watching the scene carefully, his bleeding due to scratches on his face he tried to clean them with a tissue but that's what he gets for starting a fight with mannequins.

"Nestene Consciousness? Easy" he says with a smug smirk, Rose and Y/n let out a scoff

"you were useless in there, you'd be dead if it wasn't for me"

at the end of it Rose runs in the TARDIS, The Doctor smiles widely running to the console, even Y/n let's out a little smile looking at Rose, letting her know he's happy she came with them.

"Right then, Rose Tyler, you tell me. Where do you want to go? Backwards or fowards in time. It's your choice. What's it going to be?" The Doctor asks turning to Rose while Y/n quickly turns to him with a annoyed face,

" hey! what about me?" he says, after all he still didn't get a trip, or well he did but in London, 2005...that could've gone a bit better honestly.

"I don't talk to people with a black eye" he says turning to Y/n who mumbles "wait until I get you a black eye"

After the end of the earth, Y/n feels bad, mostly because Rose was so sentimental and sad of watching the earth get burned, he insisted watched, he watched with relief, the place that hurt him many many many years ago is burning down, he's watching it burn down. Rose calls her mom, she feels homesick, she doesn't want to look at it, Y/n tho he is watching every second of it, he's silent, his hands in his pockets, his face still bruised by the first trip, in his eyes the reflection of his world burning but no sign of sadness, to be clear no sign of anything. Rose's homesick, Y/n's home makes him sick.

The Doctor notice it, he sees the difference between his two new companions, he sees the difference in how they perceive things, when they killed Cassandra, Rose knew it was the right thing and maybe was even ok with it, Y/n wasn't, he glanced at The Doctor with rage and disappointment, how could he kill someone so easily? The Doctor tries to put a hand on Y/n shoulder but doesn't, instead Rose talks while watching the asteroids

"The end of the Earth. It's gone. We were too busy saving ourselves. No one saw it go. All those years, all that history, and no one was even looking. It's just" Rose stops not able to continue, The Doctor shifts his gaze from Y/n to Rose smiling as he easily understand her better than he can understand him.

"come with me" he says heading back to the TARDIS with rose following him, Y/n tho stays still amd that's when Rose notices the white knuckles of the man getting white while his fists get tighter,

"Y/n, you're coming?" she asks touching the man's arm lightly almost afraid, his hand relaxes as he looks at her trying to fake a calm expression as his gaze softens

"sure," he nods forcing his lips to curve in a smile.

They're back in London standing in the crowd, kids crying, people yelling and all that, Y/n sighs looking around, he doesn't understand if he's as relieved as Rose at the sight of normality but for now he turns to the other two as the Doctor begins to speak

"You think it'll last forever, people and cars and concrete, but it won't. One day it's all gone. Even the sky. My planet's gone. It's dead. It burned like the Earth. It's just rocks and dust before its time." he says opening up, Y/n remembers what they said, the last of his kind, he listens closely not talking or interrupting, he just listens to the man.

"I'm a Time Lord. I'm the last of the Time Lords. They're all gone. I'm the only survivor. I'm left travelling on my own 'cos there's no one else." he continues after Rose asked a few questions

"you have me, us" she corrects herself looking at Y/n, he looks at her and The Doctor nodding even if he knows it's not how Rose thinks, it's cute how she thinks that enough but it's not, The Doctor is alone, he doesn't have anyone to share his grief with, as much as we try no one could understand his feeling, he's alone, he will always be alone no matter how many companions he has no one will ever fill that void, Y/n knows as he looks in The Doctor's eyes and The Doctor knows too as he look at Y/n almost like he read his thoughts

"You've seen how dangerous it is. Do you want to go home?" The Doctor asks the both of them but mostly looking at Rose, she hesitates for a few second but before she can answer Y/n speaks

"I want chips, who's with me?" he says as the other two laugh and nod

"chips it is then" The Doctor says and Rose takes his arm looking up at him

"Right then, before you get me back in that box, chips it is, and you can pay." she says chuckling slightly flirting with the man

"no money" he answered and Y/n let's out a light scoff almost like a chuckle

"my treat," he says looking at the two

"see that's a gentleman" Rose jokes nudging The Doctor

"yeah, he almost won me" The Doctor says and Y/n winks at him

the three laugh heading to get chips before going back in the TARDIS for another adventure.

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thatnonameuser · 7 months ago

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Hello, I would like to ask about your yandex AU.

1. Can a hybrid of "cuties" and yandere appear?

2. Are there geniuses in this world of "cuties" who have created a site similar to the darknet, which only "cuties" have access to, and on which they tell and help hide from yandere? And is the government trying to block and find the "cuties" who created this site?

3. As I understand it, not all "cuties" are always suitable for yandere, but only one for a couple, can it happen that the "cutie", like princesses from fairy tales, will give tasks to Yandere, and if Yandere wins, then the "cutie" will remain with the winner?

4. Are there platonic Yandere parents in this world who are not ready to give their child to the first Yandere they meet, and why do some have to negotiate with future mothers-in-law? And if the yandere parent does not approve of his child's "cutie"?

5. Maybe Yandere couldn't find a cutie for himself and married Yandere with children for convenience? And if the "cuties" fall in love with the "cutie"? Can there be polyandry between two "cute" twins and two "Yandere"?

Sorry for being so long, it's just very interesting. I would appreciate it if you would answer all the questions. Thanks for the story, I'm really looking forward to continuing.

Before I get to anything, I'm SO sorry about putting this off. When I first read this I was wondering why 'cuties' were used instead of 'darlings', and it gave me an off feeling. Now that I know it was a translation error, I hope you like this!!

In this AU, kids are diagnosed and registered as yanderes or darlings from childhood based on multiple factors over many years. Because tests can be faulty sometimes, there can be yanderes with a lot of darling traits, for instance they might not agree with acts done to darlings, or darlings with yandere traits, like the might kill of the friends of the yandere because they want the yandere's attention on them. Some darlings can later become platonic yanderes as they have kids, or become romantic ones to their yanderes as they spend more time together.

A lot of darlings reject the way of life they live. Darlings freed from their yanderes tend to protest against they way their treated in every nation. Some smarter darlings who are luck to either be free from their yanderes, or have stupid ones, have created sites online for 'help' to help with these protests, but are actually meant to give darlings information and friends they can trust. They provide escape plans, ways to incapacitate yanderes without killing them, locations of safe houses to hide for a while, places that make new fake IDs and more. Unfortunately, they are very illegal, and many governments have these sites banned for the sake of 'protecting' darlings, and are searching for the preparators to appropriately deal with them. Specifically, darling correction therapy. Making matters worse, is that there is an amazing family of hunters, all yanderes, that threatens the darlings hidden in transit or hiding in safe houses.

Usually, one darling goes to one yandere. It's rare for there to be a darling with more than one yandere, and it's unheard of for a darling like MC to have so many yanderes. In some cases, the yanderes might be willing to share. But in the case where they don't want to, each nation handles in differently. Darling rights countries let the darling chose who they want to go with. Other countries use duels to the death to kill off the other yandere. (Since you mentioned the darling giving tasks to her yandere, I also have the idea that the Briar Valley has a tradition for the yandere to prove themselves as worthy to their darling. In essence, the darling gives out three tasks and if the yandere can complete them, they get to marry the darling. If not, they have to rescind their claim. I mostly think this because it would be fun for MC to give Malleus impossible tasks, only for him to complete them because he loves her that much)

Platonic yanderes are the worst in-laws ever. If it's the darling that they're yandere for, then they will probably go through either a legal circus (Darling Rights) or a duel (Non-Darling Rights) to keep their baby safe and sound. Sometimes they will meet a common ground where everyone, minus the darling, is happy. Like the darling gets to visit their parents once or twice a month, or needs to be there for every holiday. If its the yandere, they will be the worst people ever to the darling. Complete monster-in-law, break their baby's heart, prepare to spend your life in hell. So play nice for the in-laws. If they don't approve of you, even worse. I imagine Riddle's mother for example, despising you for being magicless, and being the most horrible woman to you, criticizing everything you do and driving you up a wall.

Yandere and Yandere, and Darling and Darling romances aren't illegal or unheard of. Some yanderes don't have darlings, some darlings don't have yanderes. But they can still have relationships with others. But for the yanderes it feels like there is a gaping hole missing in their heart. If they find their darling after marriage, divorce can still be an option. Azul's mom was originally a yandere who married another yandere, but found her darling later, so she killed her first husband so she could marry her second, true one.

I hope you like my answers!!

#yandere #ask #i love asks #yandereverse au

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l-in-the-light · 7 months ago

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Chapter 1128 comments

And the Strawhats in Uncanny Valley adventures continues! Some things I noticed from previous chapter turned out to be right, some still have no conlusion, and some I might have been wrong on haha (not losing hope yet!). Since the chapter is super fresh, everything is hidden under the cut below!

Strawhats finally made it to Hogwarts haha. What a cute color picture :D the chapter's title ("RPG") together with this double spread makes me think of Hogwarts Legacy ❤ I like how tiny Zoro is just sitting on the dragon's nose XD

Nami confirmed for us that those plants don't just look fake, they *are* fake. Also, gigantified? I dunno about you all, but I feel like this is exactly the opposite case here. We saw giants who are suddenly small and huge animals/pets... could it be that Strawhats have been minimized/shrunk?? Maybe to the size of the tontattas?? So they could fit the lego set.

No wind, no sea in sight... no wonder I found this place so eerie too, haha.

This is the Land of Gods. And all Gods happen to be animals. Needle God is a hedgehog, Ear God was a rabbit, The Great Iskar is apparently the cat. While I was hoping the sun god would be the cat/lion (apparently not the case, it's some sorcerer dude instead), I was right that every god of this land is actually an animal :D

I gotta say, lovely fantasy lego set. That bridge ❤ the castle ❤ and that lovely house with a tower ❤❤❤ I also like how plants have all different shapes and structures, they're not just copy-paste of one and same plastic tree! Wish I could build a set like this :3

This was a fun callback to Whole Cake Island :D

Welcome back to the mirror world, Luffy! Speaking of which, that chapter I took it from is called "Adventure in the Mysterious Forest". Feels really similar to the previous chapter's title "Adventure in the Mysterious Kingdom", doesn't it? They are more similar than one might think. Both times it took some time to figure out what's actually going on too.

Oooh, we literally broke through the 4th wall here, haha. This is a very neat room. Clearly someone really likes wood and sewing. Interesting that the bricks don't actually seem so small in comparison to the table. Definitely not lego-sized, more like duplo-sized. Or maybe even bigger?

The underside is still completely wrong though. It's either flat or completely hollow (but damaged bricks from chapter before were definitely not hollow inside). Which creates the question: how is it possible they stack on top of each other?!

Apparently plastic is now confirmed to exist in One Piece world. Oficially! Color me surprised :O I thought One Piece world wasn't that advanced and we definitely *never* saw plastic in this world before. But hey, it doesn't neccessarily mean that the current residents can actually *create* it. It might be remains from the Ancient Kingdom! After all we know that plastic can take up to 500 years (or even 1000 years, according to some sceptics) to break up and it never fully decomposes. This one though looks very well preserved, maybe it was stored in some safe place?

Still, if Sanji knows what plastic is, it means it's still being used, right? I still wonder if it means they can still produce it or not.

Someone who likes to watch animals and people trapped in the block world... a sick hobby... remember this bit of info, we will need it in a second.

Also, Usopp, please, there might be more possible explanations to this situation! Don't disappoint me like that!

Is it just me or is that door kinda unusual? Why the Z shape? And here comes our sun god. I guess whatever we expected, it wasn't THIS. What is that? Wendigo?? Or... Elias, is that you?!

This is Elias for all of you who never read this pretty fun series. He's a sorcerer. Curiously enough, his One Piece twin also has a sorcerer's staff. Is it a crossover? (yeah, no way, Oda doesn't do that XD but it's worth mentioning that the anime adaptation of The Ancient Magus Bride was done by the studio that is responsible for One Piece anime remake :D). But wait, before I jump too far away from One Piece, I need to show you all something. Because we MIGHT have seen that guy before once!

Here, at God Valley! He was an unnamed member of the God's Knights! Is it the very same guy? Is it his son/other family member? Or is there a whole cult of them? Does it mean we will finally learn more about God's Knights perhaps?! Also, since he's carrying a sorcerer's staff, does it mean we will finally learn more about magic in One Piece's world?!

Did he summon Strawhats' ship with magic and that's why they're now in this weird place? Did he shrunk Strawhats with his magic as well??

Also few other things to note here: 1. there are multiple, same looking doors in that corridor. I wonder what's behind others... even worse hobbies? 2. There's obviously a very human-looking face/eye behind that skull mask. 3. If it's indeed a God's Knight, that would explain Zoro's comment from before. "Someone's sick hobby". We saw another example of a sick hobby God Knights and World Nobles engaged themselves in: hunting for human "rabbits" at God Valley (and possibly many other, unfortunate places in the world). Speaking of which, I wonder if they still continue doing this kind of cruel entertainment games, even to this day? But of course it's never reported in the news so we would have no idea.

And now let's progress to my new favourite part, pointing out inconsistencies in Strawhats! Just like in my last commentary to previous chapter 1127 (leaving you with link in case anyone's interested), the Strawhats still show some odd behaviour (though it's not obvious at first glance). This time I won't focus on equipment going missing, but I do want to point out one thing:

I dunno how come people didn't notice it, but Luffy apparently does have his strawhat, it's not missing! Like yeah, in last chapter it wasn't there, but in this chapter there are a few shots when it's visible. And since we're speaking of Luffy...

Isn't this like the first time Luffy went into Gear 5 and didn't faint or get hungry or get "old" and exhausted after using it? He's completely fine this time around. Odd. This is definitely the first time it happened. Also poor cat.

"I'm still full from the rabbit"... This is not the Luffy I know xD

Nami charging people for skinship? Yeah, totally normal and to be expected... for everyone BESIDES Chopper. Allow me to refresh your memory below:

Nami had no problem bathing in front of Chopper, she even invited him indirectly to *join in*. In one of the SBS corners Oda wrote this as well:

"Chopper gets invited to bathe with the ladies a lot". Which means Nami would never charge Chopper any money for just a hug or even if Chopper saw her naked. The answer to "why" is simple really. It's because Chopper is a reindeer and doesn't have pervy thoughts about human females, that's why Nami and Robin feel safe being naked around him, hugging him etc.

So this is not exactly correct Nami's behaviour here. Now, let's look at Sanji:

Nothing seems out of order, right? Except the fact that Sanji doesn't sense women in trouble with his nose or his observation haki. It's actually thanks to this:

His sense of hearing. He hears people in distress even from far away. He hears "lady's tears falling". It's been always consistent. So Sanji is using wrong sense up there!

I feel like this scene exists only for Oda to remind viewers that Sanji should be afraid of bugs, so they can compare this moment with the one from the previous chapter, in which he claims they should eat the bees. Seems like Oda wants us to catch on to all those inconsistencies, huh.

The same here, Oda reminds us Usopp is usually very observant and sceptical, and he did not behave this way in previous chapter at all.

Also I totally agree, there's no way giants would have clothes ready at disposal in Strawhats sizes, haha. This almost counts as a 4th wall breaking comment ;)

And again, this is how Usopp usually acts: afraid, would rather take a safe route instead of risking a confrontation. Don't tell me Usopp became a brave warrior of the seas when I wasn't looking, come on. This here is the Usopp I know! Not the one from previous chapter who decided to test out if the illusion is real or not on himself!

Meanwhile, this throws me off. "I totally lost my cool"? Where's my Usopp's tall tale? Where is him trying to say he fought bravely, but the enemy did a dirty trick on him, and he lost in an unfair fight? Where's him blaming it all on Nami that he fell into a trap? Come on, Luffy asks him for a reason here, he believes in many lies of Usopp's, after all. He expects Usopp to brag, but what we get instead? An answer that sounds like truth instead. Since when is Usopp telling us truth?! That is blasphemy to his name!

Here, a comparison to Dressrosa. Usopp will always lie, no matter what. Unless he actually does some brave thing, then he will keep quiet about it and keep it to himself. But that's not the case with the cat. Also please note how Usopp blamed everything and everyone but *himself* when he leaves his friends in the dust. "Someone needs to survive to tell the tale", "This is all Franky's fault!", "I can't die over a little white lie!".

Yeah, whatever the deal is with that answer Luffy received, this is NOT the Usopp I know. Usopp telling the truth, tsk. I'm not accepting any of it!

Meanwhile we have Zoro and I still couldn't find anything wrong with him. Even though it amuses me to no end whenever he talks about "no idea which way the sea is". Zoro, Zoro, you never know where anything is anyway :D

All his comments seem accurate, including the scene with him itching for a fight, and he is very attentive, sensing any enemies/strangers nearby, as always.

I also couldn't find anything wrong with Chopper either. Nice that we found him finally! It's interesting he was the only one out of the diorama (a "temple" it is, apparently, huh) and apparently he had a collar on? None of the animals in the lego city wore any collars, so I guess that was only to prevent Chopper from running away. I wonder what the sorcerer wanted to do with him? Maybe turn him into one of the gods of the lego city? Since Chopper is an animal as well. What would his name then be? Perhaps the Antler God ;)?

I didn't mention it in the last chapter, but the "RPG" title is very fitting! It feels a bit like Strawhats are inside a game of some sort, with random enemies spawning. Ofc our pirates fit very well for the RPG heroes team in some fantasy realm :D even lego bricks and escape room mystery vibes fit the game idea!

Are those high heels btw? XD not judging him/her/they or anything lol.

Anyway, that's all for now. I still have no clue where we are exactly and I love the mystery :D the "temple" bit sure is so curious, but I won't pretend I have any clue about what's that about just yet. I'm still hoping for some trolls magic shanenigans though. Even if they're not trolls like I thought they are, the possibility of impostor Strawhats is still not dismissed ;)

I did enjoy their banters a lot in this chapter :D especially Luffy rushing to the "no one returned back from there" temple. Reminds me of that bridge in Dressrosa and "no one returned back to tell the tale" bit which scared everyone off besides Law and Robin haha.

Is the sorcerer somehow related to the "Green Fairy" alcohol? Maybe that's the origin of the "hallucinations" giants spoke about, a sorcerer kindapping chosen few who drank the alcohol, playing with them, and then returning some later when he gets bored, making it all seem like a prank? He does not look like the type who puts people back in the places they came from tho... if his comment of "I'm not letting you escape!" is anything to go by.

Can't wait for the next chapter!

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ouraniatm · 2 years ago

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@musicalpriestess (aka datentm) asked: today was a special day to the heir prince of briar valley, as it was the day that his beloved was born into the world and graced his long life with excitement and new experiences. even though cora would be most opposed to any attention directed towards her, malleus would be remiss if he didn’t have a celebration of her birth on this day. even if he couldn’t have a grand party in her honor, she compromised with a small group of close friends of theirs. nevertheless, malleus would pull cora aside to present her the gift he had for her. ‘ happy birthday, cora, my dear. i know you don’t usually have something as this but i thought it fitting, nonetheless. ’ he handed her a small, blue velvet case that hidden inside was an intricately shaped multicolored gem that hailed from his homeland upon a beautiful silver ring. ‘ you may wear it upon your finger, as a necklace, or however you wish. but this gemstone is much like you, a multifaceted person of wonderful colors. ’

most wouldn't go too far for cora, someone who was the type to sneer at you just for looking at her. even for her birthday, there were fewer students who approached her simply to congratulate her just because it was mandatory...and those students were from her own dorm. some of them gave her gifts, sure, but they weren't too much - not that she cared much, either...some, however, would be more excited for this day than she was, ever. one of them was malleus, himself. it was odd to have the prince of briar valley try his damnedest to throw a celebration for cora, despite her obvious reluctance, but hey...if she managed to come back from the dead, then anything is possible.

in the end, cora went along with a small party at ramshackle, with those closest to them in attendance ( it was mostly malleus' usual group, sans for silver and jamil who were her friends, oddly enough ). while everyone had a merry old time with each other, she was pulled from prying ears and eyes by malleus to be given a gift of his own. color her curious, this time around, as she takes the case with small hint of wariness. ❛ hahhh...this is gonna be something way over the top, i just know it. ❜ it just fit his nature, after all.

once opening it, cora is rendered silent when gazing upon the unfamiliar gem, it's many colors glazing upon her eyes and simple design of the silver ring clearly surprising her. well, damn, so much about her "over the top" comment, she thought to herself before looking back at malleus with a small scoff at his following comment. ❛ you sure got an interesting take on "wonderful colors", horn boy...what's next, i'm some kinda rare gem, too? yeah, right... ❜ she chuckles mid sentence, small smile creeping along her lips. if you looked closely, you'd see small hints of pink dusting her cheeks, as well. ❛ well, whatever, i'll hold onto it, maybe put it on my computer desk...dunno if i'll ever wear it, jewelry's kinda not my thing, but...i guess it looks beautiful. ❜ pausing for one moment, cora looks back down at the ring...this time, her expressing seeming only a tad gentler - the look only someone who ever gave a damn for her would ever see. ❛ ...heh... thanks, malleus...~ ❜

happy (belated) birthday, cora (19/07)!

#⟪ answered. ⟫ ever heard of text messaging?#datentm #⟪ otp. datentm. ⟫ cora o. & malleus d.#hope u dont mind me mentioning ur other blog???? MDFKGMKMGMKTGTMG #WELL W/E! WOW WHAT AN ACHIEVEMENT! U GOT HER TO LOOK FIVE PERCENT SOFTER #very few ppl can achieve that you know1!!!!!

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techtrends24 · 1 year ago

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How would Terry react to Beloved being a doctor?

The title of Dr. sounds amazing attached to the surname of Silver.

Doctor Silver.

That is, when and when beloved becomes quite literally his.

Which they will be.

They already are.

Beloved is accomplished and educated by their own merit and Terry will be damned if he doesn't covet that and he'll be also damned if he doesn't add to those accomplishments himself so beloved would be intrinsically interwoven with him in every semblance of their medical career, private life and all their dealings, attached to him legally as much as they are emotionally, unable to ever leave in the worst case scenario --- a smart investment for the future. A private clinic of the most exclusive sort opened somewhere in The Valley so they can conduct business with Terry's own guidance, knack for finance and kickstarting franchises? Maybe even several clinics? Hey, how about as many clinics as there are Cobra Kai dojos to cover as much field as possible, because the more land Terry owns over anyone and everyone else, the better? Check! A carefully selected staff employed by Mr. Silver himself to aid along with beloved doing what they do and, hey, if need be, report back to him on what beloved does all day, outside, you know, all those security cameras that are all around the place of employ? Check! Marketing billboards all around the country, so many in fact, until they kick out all other competition and Cobra Kai and private hospital centers under the name of Silvermedic is all one can see driving down the highways of California and beyond? Check! Commercials...of course, without beloved's face (or even full name) anywhere to be seen or precisely outlined, because he might promote their business (now co-joint venture) but he doesn't want to promote them. The thought makes him, well, I daresay, livid?

Speaking of, after a while, all his charity takes a wrong turn.

It sours in its own intent.

He can be as generous under the right circumstances as he is selfish.

Terry, he builds up beloved's business and gifts it to them and then promptly realizes, somewhere along the way, that he rather doesn't enjoy beloved giving all that attention and empathy to all those...people. Touching them. Looking at them. Someone looking at beloved. Spending entire shifts surrounded by anyone and everyone who isn't him. Listening to their nonsense problems and fixing them. Listening to their heartbeat with a stethoscope. Tracing the outline of their spinal cord during a check up and mulling over results for hours and hours. Wasting time with broken bones, eczema, unhealthy organs and shanenigans. No, no. It is far too intimate. Far too close for comfort. As I always say, Terry can get behind kindness as an idea, but only if it is directed towards him and mainly him, with extremely small exceptions, so yeah, beloved can be kind and empathic and helpful, but only towards the one and only Terry Silver. What's this with them having...patients? Sure, he always knew they'd have patients, but theory is always different from practice and his hidden, cold jealousy blinds him. Should he do what he did to Mike Barnes' furniture store and just burn down the very clinics he bankrolled, one by one? No, that would make beloved unhappy even if they never discovered these weren't freak accidents during the summer height of California's humid and hot drought season where, lo and behold, conveniently, forest fires are frequent and bullshit happens. No. Maybe Terry can suggest the employment of more doctors, to help beloved, slowly, within due time, until beloved can easily retire from the very chain of businesses intended for them. And they can retire content thinking that everything is settled, never realizing how much of a tactical manoeuvre this all was and that Terry effectively very smoothly and quietly had them removed from their own position as the main doctor of this great line of institutions. Money is rolling in, business is big and blooming and they don't even have to be at work anymore because someone else does it for them.

Isn't that a dream? Well, isn't it?

A war won without a single shot fired for Terry.

Isn't that great?

He gave beloved an immeasurable gift in the form of over, lets say, fifty or so clinics all around the country...and then he retired them too because being a doctor is backbreaking word in the words of a manipulator trying to very sweetly coax beloved to his side. Now, Terry can both be the best, most generous and helpful significant other that ever was and also have beloved entirely for himself. That PhD of beloved's can be just...tucked away and retired too.

#silvermedic is a great name for some high end beverly hills medical facility #terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #doctor!reader #doctor!beloved #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #yandere

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korewritingandstuff · 2 years ago

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Violent Struggles

I don't know if this is out of character, I just know I tried to do it helplessly romantic.

At the day, the distractions are rarely enough to keep him away from the temptations that the cold space at his side is causing him; but now, covered by the darkness of the night, there's nothing to shut up the constant cries of his heart, there's nothing between him and his desires to run away to Alexander's side.

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He feels the time as a delicate and fragile thing that escapes through his fingers, it is felt as fragments of a vivid dream which doesn’t end of capturing him; in the strange intervals of time when John hears his heart instead of his focused mind, he just can find the infinite longing to run away to any place where Alexander is, to take him with all the sweet and rough rites of love; in some way, the feeling is as painful as sweet. A silent but constant yearning, hidden in the less viewed parts of his heart, the unseen places that can just be seen by the Alexander’s playful eyes and can just be touched by his tender hands.

In a situation where John cannot forget the miles between them, the longing is felt as a sweet feeling, the longing is the smallest piece of Alexander he can get.

And despite the work is abundant, despite working is what’s right, his heart is becoming every day noisier and weeper for Alexander. Occasionally, John will feel especially weak, while he checks wrinkled and inked papers he cannot help the apparition of an unwary thought escaping from the rigid walls of his mind: that a single second with Alexander would be more valuable than all the work in his hands.

But, before taking a horse and running away to Valley Forge starts to sound logical, he will go with Ternant to complain about his painful situation, maybe; in the best of the cases, if he shares his pain, it will be less pain to suffer.

“Ternant, could you ever try to understand my sorrow?” And, despite he feels his heart as an open and bleeding wound, all exposed to the world, Ternant just looks at him with a sympathy look.

“Is this the same sorrow whose you have complained since your arrival?” Ternant asks humbly, his attention between Laurens and paperwork.

“It is, but it’s getting unimaginably worse.”

“Why do you not write to him then? Letters are the best consolation when you miss desperately a beloved one” Poor Ternant, thinks Laurens, he isn’t a man who have ever suffered the virtues of love, and the pains of it.

“The letters are a new luxury” Snorts Laurens.

“How’s that?” Ternant asks, and the kind of expression in his face looks as if a good joke was just told.

“The duties are increasing, and I’m afraid if I let myself look at the letters every time I miss him, I wouldn’t write a word related to our responsibilities, never more.”

“And wouldn’t your Hamilton be pleased by such amount of letter being written to him?” Ternant tries to joke.

Laurens sights, “the letters are a consolation, but every day are a feebler consolation” And Laurens doesn’t admit the truth, how despite his honor, his desires, how despite his great desire of fighting for his homeland, everything looks to be reduced to a pathetic and tiny thing when it’s compared to a moment at the side of Hamilton, how every thing that war could promise him is reduced to nothing when is compared to a moment in Hamilton’s embrace.

“It is a pity that you aren’t the one going to Valley Forge then, it must be me who communicates him your intrusive desires of flying at his side” Says Ternant, still fluttering through the room, the comment is light and poorly serious, but for Laurens, it's enough to be hopeful.

“Would you do it? Tell him how much I miss him?” Asks Laurens, and despite the paper of cupid isn't what Ternant was planning for his travel, he has seen Laurens wallowing and get muddy of sadness, he's his friend; and if the way of lighten up his pitied is sending sweet words to his boy; well, Ternant can accept the work.

"Are you asking me to be ton marieur?"

"No, maybe being an Hermes would be fairer? You just have to send a message."

“A message between lovers; please dear Laurens, have some pity of your friend and do not send him too passionate words by your poor friend" Jokes Ternant, even when the generous amount of praises about Hamilton he's heard would be classified as more than improper for any other man.

“You can communicate him some military affairs, if that makes less heavy your duty" Says Laurens kindly.

"I'm not sure if your Hamilton will care as much about military matters as about yourself."

"If you're so kind with us, you'll comment him about the black plan; but, naturally, you'll have to extend yourself about how much I miss him; since you're a good friend of us: reproach him, his remember hasn't stop to ambush me and he's too darling to ignore" Explains Laurens, smiling softly, his eyes lost in the horizon, in the little point where Valley Forge should be, the Valley Forge where Alexander miss him.

"Reproach him" Repeats Ternant, stoping a single moment just to give Laurens a blank stare.

“Affectionaly, of course, it's a reproach for being lovely"

“Do you think he will send you his reproaches for talking infinitely about him while the poor Ternant works so hardly?" Says with his voice full of fun.

Laurens sights, "If there's some scolding from his part, it will be about my lack of writing, give him my excuses for that" Laughs him, "I'll send him a letter with you, otherwise, his scoldings will be for you for arriving with empty hands."

Ternant sights

"But do not make him think I haven't properly work here, even when his absence is distracting all my thoughts, I haven't abstent myself of putting my efforts here.

“Even when your distraction have been evident for the poor Ternant?" Adds the poor Ternant grumbling, knowing by first hand how by every day that passes, Laurens looks fuller of sights and longing glazes.

"Send him my love" Continues Laurens as a late idea.

Ternant sighs, half laughing.

"Something else?" Laurens and Hamilton are his friends, Laurens is one of his dearest friends and if a way of rejoicing Laurens is being his carrier pigeon, Ternant won't say no.

He wouldn't ever say no, Laurens wouldn't have shared the yearning cries of his chest if there's some chance of the contrary; it's thanks to the delicate compression between them both (forged by a shared secret) that Laurens gives him the privilege of knowing about his endolori et aimé coeur.

When Laurens considers Ternant knows the necessary, he retires; initially, he plans going to sleep peacefully, remove his uniform and rest, maybe write a letter for Hamilton in the morning or read his letters again.

However, while more he stays in that room, lonelier he feel; the room is painfully silent, almost a hostile territory without the noisy snores of Alexander; the blankets terribly cold without the warmth presence of Hamilton impractically tangled in them.

It's painful to see- It's painful to live in that quiet room, being the only shape lightened by the candle; while he lays on the bed, alone and empty, his chest is surprised by a terribly truth, that with the absence of Alexander, there's just a lot of unfilled holes around him, nothing to hold in his arms, nothing to caress with his hands, nothing to adore with his lips and nothing to appreciate with his eyes.

What's most painful of that, it's the realization that the only thing that can fill all the holes around him, it's Hamilton, his Alexander, so far from him.

He turns off the candle (Alexander would be already huddled against him, complaining about the cold and joking dumbly about the ways they should warmth the other) when all the feelings of loneliness that he accumulates through the day overwhelm him, no callous hand to hold under the table, no mischievous smile waiting for him in the bed.

And it the middle of the night, where taking a horse and flying to the camp it's the most tempting thing in the whole earth; the only thing which stops him are his dreams trapping him.

Luckily, his dreams are the closest thing he has to flying somewhere close to Alexander's heart.

#historical lams #historical john laurens #historical alexander hamilton #one shot #I cannot say if i like or dislike this one #feel free to destroy this if you wish to

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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Hi Wifey!! Congrats on 2k I’m so proud 🥺😫💖 anyways I would love a smut number 3 with Bakugou, Ushijima and Bokuto plleeeaaasssee my darling -✨Puppy🤩

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?”

Fem. anatomy!

genre: smut

characters: Bakugou, Ushijima, Bokuto

cw: public sex

an: i totally forgot to post this yesterday lol

Bakugou Katsuki

The Back Alley

Patrol is simultaneously the best and worst part of being a pro hero.

Some days it was where most action happened and it was nice to see some fans every once in a while. Others, it was the most boring experience of his life, no villains, no robberies, not even a purse snatcher!

The plus-- if he could even call it that-- was that he was alone today. So what does a bored man do whilst they are alone? Scroll through all of his hidden photos for every single video or picture that you're stuffed with his cock.

Now not only was he bored and alone; but also horny and has a lot of time on his hands. He could approach this two ways; stop watching videos of his cock pounding you to hell as you cream like a whore for him and calm down or send you his location and fuck you agist the wall of the alley he currently resided.

The morally challenged being he was, choosing the latter was not difficult.

“Katsuki! Are you ok? You just said to come as soon as possible, you scared me!” your voice rang ten minutes after his cryptic text.

“Fine, just c’mere.” he led you into the small distance between buildings, tucking your body into him. Within a moment his lips were on your neck, bringing to light the reason you were called here.

His hand finding its way to your clothed pussy, singling your clit out through the thin layers of your clothes. Almost melting into his touch, you almost completely forget that you’re standing within view of anyone who walks past.

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” you push yourself away from his hands only to be violently pulled back into him. This time, his fingers going beyond the bounds of your panties, thrusting a finger into your already dripping hole.

“Let them” he states maneuvering your shirt into your mouth as a makeshift gag as he pushes your bra below your tits, “plus, if you don’t want to then why is your cunt fucking dripping on my fingers?”

Switching your positions, he kicks your feet further apart trapping you between his body and the wall. Sliding his fingers out of your clenching walls, relocating to your clit you feel something much bigger press against your folds.

Letting you settle for a brief moment, he presses his entire length into your heat. Pulling his hips back only to fuck it back into you forces you further into the wall. You can feel the slick running down your thighs as the sound of skin slapping rings through the alley.

“Fuck, you’d let me use you anywhere, look at you getting dicked in an alley where anyone can walk by and see,” he growled, holding up your falling hips, pulling them into his hips forcing his cock deeper than he was.

Your orgasm overtakes you as your legs collapse into his hold, his thrusts becoming sporadic as he leans to your shoulder and bites down to prevent the groan as he cums in your spasming cunt. The mix of your cum drips down your folds as Bakugou slides your panties back up your leg.

“I’ll be home soon, be ready.” he kisses your cheek and sends you wobbling out of the darkness.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Celebratory Car Ride

Ushijima is a silent force.

Unless you can read stone, knowing what he wants is nearly impossible until he tells you. You had to give it to yourself, knowing him since you were kids makes you a bit better at reading him than others.

Still, at times his stare unnerves you just a bit.

Like when you had gone to his class for the lunch break and he didn't say a word for the first twenty-five minutes. You thought he was going to break up with you, for what? You had no idea, but maybe he was having second thoughts about you, you’d only been dating for three years--since the second year of middle school if that counts--, maybe he got bored. His stare cut through your very soul.

He had you in a full panic only to tell you how cute you looked in his jacket. It was adorable that he spent all that time just trying to talk to you, but it bothered you that he could make you panic like that with just a look.

Luckily, you made it past that stage of your relationship and understand that his stares are mostly sweet and he’s just trying to convey his emotion in a way that isn’t words.

But, even with all that, you had no idea what this stare was. If you could call it a stare, his eyes were following everywhere you went, which isn't the best considering this was one of the most important games in his career.

This stare was more intimidating. His lips pressed into a straight line, eyebrows tilted down, eyes seemingly looking right through you. It was his normal face but, he was sending chills through you every time you connected eyes.

They’d won, but Wakatoshi’s eyes didn’t lighten a bit, up close it sent waves of heat through your core. He looked at you like he wanted to swallow you whole.

“Wait for me in the car, I will be quick.” making due on his promise he meets you there a swift ten minutes later, surprising you when he swings the backdoor open. “Back here”

Following his command you slide next to him, a second after you’re throwing into his lap, hands already working to push your shorts out of his way. Not waiting a second before pulling your shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere into the front. Making quick work of your underwear by tearing it from your body, something you had stopped reprimanding him for, he’d buy you more if that’s what you wanted.

Watching him throw the shards to the side thrusts you back into the reality of where you are, “We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” you frantically begin to look at the vacant parking lot in case someone has already seen.

He answers you in silence and a mouth to your nipple, rolling it between his lips sucking like it would give him something. Placing you onto a thigh so he can release his cock from his shorts, moving your core over his tip.

“Who...who cares if they see. You are mine, they can watch all they want but they will never be able to touch.” his voice vibrates in his chest.

You breathe before Toshi pushes your body onto his, slamming his cock into your pussy. Running his hands along the curve of your waist his eyes train on how your head is thrown back as he presses against your cervix.

Not wanting you to wait, he lifts your hip then releasing letting gravity plunge you back onto his length. Taking control of the pace he begins to thrust up into you, his finger meeting with your clit, building the coil in your stomach.

Steading yourself on his shoulders, you angle your hips so his cock hits a particularly soft spot in your depths. Collapsing onto his chest he continues fucking your cream back into your pulsing hole, restuffing you with his load.

You close your eyes and feel yourself being covered with some jacket, then being moved to the front, waking up in your bed at home cuddled into your boyfriend's chest.

Bokuto Koutarou

Locker-rooms

Koutarou could convince you to do anything.

It was almost embarrassing at this point, you should really talk to him about it. You can remain strong when he’s not with you but the second he looks at you with those wide eyes and sweet smile, you fall apart. (like a nature valley granola bar)

So now you’re standing in front of the doors leading to the boy's locker room with an armful of random sweets to soothe your seemingly upset boyfriend. Knocking on the doors you hear him allow you to enter, immediately you see him lying over a bench.

“Are you ok, Kou?” you question only getting a peek of his eye before a wave to come closer. Once you were an arm's length of him he pulled you to lay over him. Wrapping him in your arms you ask what was so wrong to make him like this, but you only receive him pushing further into the crook of your neck.

Before you could ask again you feel a pair of lips sucking on your skin. Pushing his hands under your shorts.

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” pulling away you try to make a move to leave, stopped by his arms encircling your waist keeping you pressed onto his bulge.

“No! They won't come in I promise! We’ll be quick!’ he speaks as he starts pulling clothes from your body leaving you in a bra and pushes aside underwear. He barely gave you enough to realize he was lined up with your entrance.

Steadily fucking yourself onto him, his hands holding your hips almost bruisingly. Once you were fully situated on him, he switched your positions, throwing your legs over his built shoulders.

Bending an arm to lean on the lockers for leverage he pounded into your cunt, intertwining his other hand into your hair.

Fucking you through your orgasm, you clenched so hard he could barely move, your hole milking him for his load. Slumping over you he connected your lips in a sloppy, tired kiss, almost walking out of the room butt naked with you in his arms.

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lyon-amore · 2 years ago

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What if...? Duskwood Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Because I'm writing another fanfic, I left this one, but I'm taking it back! .... Although I'm also writing another one, but for now, let's wait a bit for that one, hehe ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Macie POV* I had sent Mister Hacker a new photo of Hannah's cloud, but I hadn't received any messages. Should I go see him? I was supposed to wait for his instructions, but…

I watch Henry eat an endive leaf, looking at me with those beady black eyes. "Do you think it will be alright?" I ask him worried "When I quickly inspected the apartment I could see that everything seemed to be unused. Will he eat well? He doesn't look good either..." I could not help noticing the house where he was staying, it seems that the only use is for electricity, although it is not that I have noticed the rest of the rooms either. Will it have water? Or maybe he have to use a gym bathroom to shower?

I look at my kitchen and bite my lip wondering, should I… "No, focus, everything is professional, I must not be the one who takes care of him." Henry stands up, not understanding what I'm talking about. Lucky he's never going to tell. "Although... Maybe if he eats better, he won't seem so tired..." I say to myself "I'll see what I have to prepare." I open the fridge and look at the contents. Sure, if I hardly eat here. All I have is to make light dinners, how do I intend to prepare something good with this? "I'm going to have to go shopping." The next day I take the taper to work with the food that I have prepared for Mister Hacker. I left it in the fridge well hidden so no one sees it, but just in case I have put my name. "Have you brought food?" Lian asks me, rushing over to my table. "What's the matter? It's not that weird" I shrugged my shoulders trying not to give it importance "And you're spying on me?" "No, but I just passed by and I saw it" she crosses her arms with some papers in her hand "And? What do I need to know?" I roll my eyes. She may not be good at being an investigator, but she knows when something is about a man in the life of any friend of hers. I don't know how she does it, it's a strange gift. But I lie better. "I always go to eat at bars or restaurants, even the cafeteria here," I answered with a sigh. "I wanted to prepare something even just once, is it so rare?" "I guess sometimes home cooking is better," she replies, disappointed. "I was already getting my hopes up." "Hahaha, I'm sorry if you expected that I finally met someone-" "Perfect then!" she exclaims with a mischievous smile "Brian's co-worker is coming to the house tonight, so…" Oh God... She's starting. They all turn out in the end to be copies of her husband, but I can't say no to my friend. Or well, that I have a small hope that someone will become my ideal man, if she succeeded, maybe I can too. "Okay, I'm in," she finally replied. "I'll be there at eight." "But don't be late, okay?" She points her finger at me, almost accusatory "You know how men who work for Brian are, they hate to wait." "When have I been late?" This reminds me that I have yet to receive any messages since I've been here. With a ‘It does not serve as a clue’ it is enough. While I'm working, I get a text from Thomas. I look at him without understanding. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tomas Well? Macie Well what? Thomas Did you look at Hannah’s pictures? Do you recognize her? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Oh, right, I remember yesterday he told me to look at Hannah's photos to see if I knew her, but really, it doesn't ring a bell at all.Not someone I've seen around Colville, Valley Of Silence, or Duskwood. I've only been to Duskwood once and it was to get my car tire changed because I got a flat, I never even set foot in town. So, I have zero knowledge of Hannah or that she existed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Macie I really don’t know her Thomas Oh Yes All right ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I feel a little sorry. If I really knew her, I would have said it right away. Why hide it if I'm innocent? Not even the Hacker knows why I'm involved in this. "Ugh... Forget it, let's just focus on looking for Hannah, period." I say to myself, going back to work. When break time finally arrives, I let the food warm, looking inside my bag. Lucky that this time I bought normal magnets... Shame... I had to think of Henry right when I bought it... I hope he forgot and don't think that I don't take it seriously, I don't get to process everything that either I’m going through like the rest of the group. I had special heated bags to keep food warm while traveling on the bus. The least I want is for him to eat it cold. As I ride the bus, I take advantage of the fact that it's pretty empty to look for the next clue. All I can get is a photo of a cat looking at the camera, a light brown with darker stripes. Was it Hannah's cat? Doesn't look like a great clue. I go up the stairs a little nervous because of what happened yesterday. I'm sure he thinks I'm childish now, when I take investigations seriously. Even though I hadn't done one in years... I knock on the door and wait.I see that he has another black hoodie. If it weren't for the laces, I'd think it's the same one. "Hey, I was worried and…" I show him the bag with the food. It smells so good that even I'm hungry "I thought I could make you something to eat." He picks up the bag and looks at it, then at me. "Thank you, but why?" He steps aside to let me pass. "Please, don't mind what I'm going to say, but when I came, I noticed that the kitchen is not in use, so I thought that I could be kind and prepare something for you to eat." He leaves the bag in the small kitchen and continues to look at it. "Have you figured it out just by looking at it?" He asks, crossing his arms. His expression is pensive, he doesn't look at me. "Well, it's not like I’m a Sherlock Holmes, but everything is spotless," I answer, approaching him slowly "and does the town hall know that you're using these facilities?" He arches an eyebrow without answering me which is obviously a no. "Let me guess: If you tell me, you should kill me." "You're the detective, figure it out for yourself," he answers, holding his breath. Do he want to laugh? "But I do eat, I have a camp stove to heat precooked food-" "What? That's not healthy.” I try not to get excited. Now I worry more about him. "If we want to investigate, we must be energetic." Mister Hacker looks at me surprised. I want to take this investigation seriously and I don't want any of us to feel bad. I'll do my best so we can both focus. "As you please," he sighs, and his distant eyes are back. Sorry I didn't get back to you earlier" he returns to the computer, keeping his eyes on the screens "Discovery number three?" “Discovery number three." I get going pulling out the new magnets, swapping them with the new ones, adding new information from Jessy and Thomas's suspicion of me when he showed me the photos. I'm still missing Dan, Lilly and Richy. I haven't talked to them yet. "Hm…" I hear him make a throaty noise. I look over my shoulder and his serious expression makes me nervous. Not in a bad way— I will to extract useful information from these pictures." "Like what?" I close the marker and leave it on the board, turning around and approaching the table, crossing my arms curiously. "Metadata: Where were these pictures taken, when did Hannah load them into her cloud and so on." Well, that work looks perfect on him… Am I making a strange face while he talks? I really like the tone of his voice. He seems like he knows what he's talking about. "The more I know, the better." he sits up in his chair, holding up a finger like a professor explaining "Give me some time. One more thing" he starts typing on the computer and I receive a message from him. An ID: 47013 "The police are currently focused on Thomas, Hannah's boyfriend. You should focus on someone else."

I look at the number and then at him. "What do I do with the ID?" I ask, trying to get information out. "Add it as a contact. You will find the input field in the top roght corner of the message overview" I thought it would tell me who he was from. What a pity. He returns to his screen, falling silent. "Well, let's go..." I whispered, sitting me down at the desk. Mister Hacker looks at me and I look back at him "There is no other chair, or do you want me to sit on your lap?" "No." he answers quickly. "I guess you'll have to bring a chair too…" "Yeah, it'll be for the best if you don't want me on your desk sitting like an ornament." He exhales, as if he had laughed. I smile hearing him laugh, even a little. I decide to enter the ID, receiving Dan's chat. Right away he talks to me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dan Oh no No no no Macie I was told to add you Dan Huh? Who sent you after me? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I look at Mister Hacker before answering. "I think I'm going to be honest with him," I announce "I think that in this case it's not the time to cause problems." "As you please…" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Macie This ‘’Hacker’’ Dan Well Fuck it I don’t care Screw them And you leave me alone ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I stare at the screen surprised, have I done something to make him treat me like this? ”And that attitude? We're just trying to help.” I commented quietly, a little annoyed. I see that after a few seconds he is going to talk to Jessy about what I have written to him. It seems that Jessy is on my side from the way she writes to him. I can somewhat understand his reaction. The truth is that it bothers you to be added. When Thomas did it, I thought it might be a practical joke. I must not get excited, I must keep a cool head in this situation and understand it. A few seconds later, I receive a call from a stranger. I doubt whether to answer or not, but I think it must be important. So I answered. At first, heavy breathing is heard, but it speaks in a distorted voice. "Are you scared? I can see you…" I've never received a call like this before, I get nervous. How come the kidnapper has my number? I look at the Hacker who is concentrating on the computer. He couldn’t be the one to call me, unless he is handling the call from the computer, right? But I don't want to believe that, it would be ridiculous since we are investigating together, why do this to me? It would have been easier to have kidnapped me from the beginning. "Do you want me get you?" A shiver runs down my spine. It's a threat "Stay out of other people affairs." "Hey, are you here?" I ask, waking him from his computer concentration. I'm worried about what just happened. It had happened shortly after I saw Jessy and Dan's chat, but it's too much of a coincidence that it's Dan who called me, angry that I added him to the chat. "Yes" he looks up from the computer "Did you find anything out?" I look at my phone, terrified. "I… I got a threatening call." I answered, still not taking my eyes off the screen. "A threatening call?" From Mister Hacker's voice, he sounds more excited than worried. He gets up from the table, rushing over. His emotion doesn't help my worry "Macie, that was probably the kidnapper.” I look up at him and see how his emotion fades from his face when he sees me. It was one thing to investigate and quite another to be threatened. I see how he calms down little by little, showing an already more compassionate look "What did he say?" I try to compose myself a bit, I can't be like this if I want to help. I take a deep breath and answer. "That I should stay out other peoples affairs." "And what did he sound like?" I start thinking about what the voice sounded like. Only one example occurs to me. "Do you know Darth Vader?" His surprised look makes me calm down even more. I hope the example didn't sound too ridiculous, I can't think of another. "Hmm…" I see how he start to think. With a voice distorter, we can't do much. "Now what?" I put my phone in the pocket of my sweatshirt, waiting for an answer. "Now we’ll go on as before," he replies, returning to the desk and leaning on it. "This is a very positive incident." I analyze his words, understanding him. A hijacker would not threaten for no reason. It means we're close to something pretty big. "I think I know where you heading," I says, leaning against the wall as I consider the kidnapper's words now. "Keep going." the Hacker smiles at me. "He is afraid of me." "Exactly." He breaks away from the table and starts pacing the room as I add Dan to the board along with the rest of his friends. I finally had him. I only need Richy and Lilly. The only sounds in the room are his footsteps and the click of the marker. "And that's why he’s leaving his hiding place. His safehouse. That makes him vulnerable." I stop writing and he walks, looking at me with a satisfying smile. "This is a great opportunity for us." The sparkle in his eyes seems to be excited. Yes, it is true that it is something good, that means that it is someone who is aware of what I am doing, someone who could possibly know me, but of course... That doesn’t mean that I have not been threatened. "I hope you're right." I replied, hugging myself. "We are hard on his heels." The way he talks about it seems too confident, but it's then that he looks at me, as if something had clicked in his mind. "You can't trust anyone in this group" he points to the board, in an angry tone "Not a single one!" I look at the board: Jessy, Cleo, Thomas, Dan… At the moment there is still more information to be obtained. But... Is there a reason why I don't trust anyone? Does he know something but he can't pin it down? "Do you already suspect someone?" I ask curious. He's the one who's been watching the group, he must know better than me. His green eyes seem doubtful, as if he doesn't want to tell me. But in the end he speaks. "Yes." My breath hitches for a second, waiting for something else. "But I don't want to influence you too much.” I roll my eyes. I wouldn't cloud it, the more information, the more help I could have. "That's why I wouldn't ask you to tell me you suspicion if you already had one." "Right, there's still a lot of evidence to get." I turn to look at the blackboard, crossing my arms. It wasn't even complete yet. "We need to be careful with any accusations at this stage." He stands next to me and we both look at each other at the same time. "You have done very well so far. I was right about you." I smile at him proud to hear those words. A slight blush appears on her cheeks, which gradually spreads over her entire face. He clears his throat and walks away from her. "We’re gonna save Hannah!" he exclaims, returning to his computer. "You're too confident in my abilities." I commented, pulling myself closer again and sitting down at the desk. "You've found out that I don't use my kitchen," he lets out a slack laugh "you have a good deduction." "You don't have to have a good deduction to see that it's not being used." I wave my hand toward the kitchen. "If this is the kitchen, I don't want to know how the bathroom is." "Tell me you're not going to start cleaning it?" "Why? Don't you use it?" I asked, making a surprised sound. "If you're wondering if I can afford to shower long hours like a high-class person, no, I can't." "Because they would suspect that someone lives illegally on this apartment." "Precise. << Well, luckily he takes care of himself. Although from the face he has, it doesn't seem like he's resting well…>> My cell phone alarm rings. It's time for me to go back to work. I sigh turning it off. Back to the real world. To put it that way. "Are you leaving?" he asks me, looking up from the screen. "Yeah, why do you ask? Do you want me to stay longer?" I asked with a smile. "No, I think that's all for today." "Okay." I get up from the table grabbing my bag. "Next time I'll bring the chair, signed up for the list. Do you want me to prepare something special for you tomorrow?" "Macie, I really-" "I don't mind, seriously," I smiled kindly, "what do you want?" "I…" his green eyes seem to shine "I'll think of something." "Okay- oh! Not! I just remembered that I'm meeting tonight," I hit my forehead, remembering the promise I made to Lian "Don't you care that it's the day after tomorrow? I promise I'll make you something to eat." Mister Hacker sighs tiredly. I hope it doesn't overwhelm him. "Don't worry, you can cook whenever you want," he finally answers. "You already know that I-" "You can take care of yourself," I leads me to the door, thinking about the blind date tonight. I hope it goes well "Wish me luck, maybe today I will meet the man of my dreams." "Poor him with someone as bossy as you." he jokes, or so I think. "Yeah, very funny," I reply, rolling my eyes. "See you tomorrow, Mr. Hacker.” I wave goodbye and leave the apartment. It's like coming out of a portal to another dimension. On that apartament is the old Macie, the one who enjoyed mysteries. Outside of it, it's the one she leads a completely ordinary life, the one she keeps quiet about letting others walk all over her. I feel like I love the other dimension. I really liked it when he praised me. “Ah… My cheeks are burning,” I say to myself, with a small laugh. *Jake POV* When she leaves the apartment, I get up to get the food she has prepared for me.Inside it has bags that are heated for when some part of the body hurts, it seems that it has found another use for it to keep food warm. She even left a couple of cutlery for me. I take out the taper and when I open it, a delicious smell comes to me. I taste a bit, it's starting to get cold, I'll have to warm it up. "It's still good." I tell myself, as a smile escapes me. As I let the camp stove heat it up, I play with the rabbit magnet I picked up yesterday, tossing it into the air and catching it. I don't know why, but I kept it as a distraction. "Her face when he called her..." I try to remember her scared expression. I don't remember the last time I saw an expression like that, I felt bad for being excited for a second because of that call.. For some reason, I've felt the feeling of protecting her "No, it's wrong. Besides, she's here, not in Duskwood. Nothing will happen to her, I don't have to worry about this." I finish heating the food and begin to feed myself. Yes, it's delicious. It had been a long time since I had eaten something this good. What you have to eat precooked food. "So…A date…" I murmured, looking at the magnet, as if he represented her. "It shouldn't bother me, it's her private life." That's when I fall for something. "Wait a minute, the rule that she had to let me know if she was coming or not has been broken." I say annoyed. In the end, I end up smiling without realizing it. It had been nice to see her by surprise. Chapter 4

#Duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood thomas #duskwood dan #duskwood fanfic #everbyte

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viridiave · 4 years ago

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Daylight Prairie- Creatures of the Light (lore dump)

I've had a couple of theories and headcanons stirring around my head regarding Prairie for a while now- so right here we're gonna tie some of them together cuz I haven't lored in a good long while XD

Note- btw I'm not part of beta so this is purely just me- a crackhead- putting together a crackpot narrative. SOME spoilers for Eden are present.

okay these guys drive me fucking nuts

We barely know anything about these guys- and what little we do know is derived purely from their closed off uh... Worshipping space. Look at this freaking thing.

In the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by clouds for miles. Fairly advanced diamond technology. Altars with graves decked out in gold and candles. The mechanism for the entrance to the elevator to begin with is fairly complex as well- activated by butterflies and the butterflies don't even die in the process. And to top everything off, this place has a portal that leads directly to the Prairie Temple.

If this isn't sus I don't know what is- but I think I have an explanation.

There are six spaces for six more people that we are not aware of. The only people we DO know of is one bald person in the short garb and another bald person in the long garb. I propose that these six missing people are the Whisperers.

Which is... pretty out there, I know. Counting the 'voices' that we get in game, (including the ones from previous Seasons like Lightseekers and Sanctuary) we have one for Birds, Whales, Mantas, Memories, Crabs, and Jellyfish. For now, we're not counting either Butterflies or Krill- and I'll explain why in a bit.

As for the initial proposition that these Whisperers are the missing six, first we need to ask ourselves what exactly it was that the Worshippers were... worshipping. There is a possible god of which we see in game, and the name of this god is the Megabird.

Megabird here was heavily present in concepts, and in the final product we only ever get to see traces of her and heck to this day we're not sure if she's a canon entity in the final game at all. Megabird as an entity in the concepts is basically the god overseeing the world of Sky and is comprised entirely of light. It's unclear whether or not the Ancestors were aware of her existence after or even before the King rose to power. The Elders themselves are likely privy to this information, but somehow I doubt that it's something anyone wanting to assert control over their people would encourage.

There's certainly the possibility that these Worshippers were a religious sect dedicated to the Elders themselves- but since I'm here trying to propose that they're worshipping something tangential to the possible actual god, we're going to assume this isn't the case. On that note-

I propose that the Ceremonial Worshippers valued the Light above all else- and this worship was extended towards the light creatures themselves.

'Oi. Vir. Crabs are DARK Creatures.'

Not all of them. Heck, a dark crab might not have been the norm back then, but that's a stretch and besides- the fact is that these crabs on the far end of Sanctuary are docile.

Keep in mind that these followers were stationed in Prairie, of all places. You know what else is in Prairie? Sanctuary Isles- home to several kinds of manta, butterflies, jellyfish, and even the elusive Elder Manta (yes that's what the big chonky boi that looks like a light krill is called- it's not a whale.). Daylight Prairie is in no shortage of light creatures- and at the center of it all is its Elder.

Prairie Elder is implied to have responsibilities toward the light creatures as presented in the SkyShop poem featuring them:

'Fields of harvest, prairies of joy.

Farmer and fauna as one.

The Elder protects the creatures of light,

For darkened days to come.

Fly up, fly away,

For the Children of Light in need.

We shall recall our days of wonder,

And feel its air once more.'

-SkyShop Poem (Prairie Elder Pin)

In the greater context of the story, Daylight Prairie is the primary source of light energy in the form of the light creatures- it makes sense that the Elder of that realm would oversee the flow of light creatures from one realm to the other, and that the Ancestors in their domain would have a greater respect for the creatures than others. They're the ones working with them, and they're the ones that know them best.

Enter the Worshippers- who were likely serving directly under the Prairie Elder. I'm not confident that the Prairie Elder could have shared information about the Megabird- or if they even know the god existed. 'The Light itself' is pretty vague for something to be worshipped, and it's possible that the Prairie Elder instead encouraged people that the Light manifested itself into the various light creatures that we see.

In this world however- industrialization marches on, and eventually these light creatures became things to be harvested rather than worshipped. It's speculated that light creatures were used in the production of diamonds- we see signs of this scattered throughout Forest, and Wasteland by proxy. The mural under the bridge in Forest and the doors to the Temple seem to suggest as much at least. Eventually, this industrialization will grow out of hand. I have a few theories on what the Prairie Elder might have done to passively rebel against this.

We learn in the Prairie Elder's cutscene that they are able to form- not summon- butterflies from fire. I'm not proposing that the Prairie Elder is single-handedly responsible for the existence of butterflies- rather I'm proposing through the Prairie Elder's abilities that light is able to be manipulated in such a way that one can create light creatures, should they know how.

It could just be the butterflies, honestly. And really it could just be the Prairie Elder that's capable of such a feat- and because of these holes in this theory it's the first to go.

And yes this is the reason why the Butterflies don't count. I think. That has holes too and I can make a case for the Butterfly Charmer technically being part of this... But I digress.

Sanctuary Islands could be a literal Sanctuary for the light creatures- there is an impressive variety of them present. It's also very out of the way, tucked away in a corner of Bird's Nest. The theory I'm proposing here is that the Prairie Elder and the Sanctuary Guide worked together to keep this place hidden from the rest of the Kingdom- and that it was the Sanctuary Guide that broke the bells that would have granted the Ancestors access to the light creatures.

This is... probably improbable, but my whole post was leading up to this so we're doing this. The missing six Worshippers are the Whisperers that we've encountered throughout the game- leaving in order to either develop their relationship with or protect their creatures of choice.

The Bird Whisperer stayed close and remained in Prairie- and is probably the reason why Bird's Nest exists at all. The Jellyfish Whisperer remained as well, opting to stay in Sanctuary- the natural habitat of the jellyfish.

The Whale Whisperer ventured to Forest- where there probably once was a small population of Whales, given the corpse we see in the Bridge Area and the live Whale in the Underground Cavern.

The Manta Whisperer went to Valley- I'm guessing to see how mantas were being used for labor and competitions? And Valley is right next to Wasteland so I might be reaching but they could have been monitoring that too.

The Crab Whisperer is a tricky one because we see them travelling with the Lightseekers, and yes I am proposing that this lady was formerly a Worshipper. But because we're dealing with a creature that we now know is more dark than light, maybe the Crab Whisperer joined the Lightseekers in order to observe that phenomenon more closely? Because she does refer to the crabs as friends in her SkyShop poem. Wasteland wasn't always a... wasteland, after all. Things could have been different, and the crabs could have been adapting in a time where they would be relatively dangerous but not so much that an Ancestor couldn't approach them.

And then there's the Memory Whisperer. For this one, I don't think a spirit manta actually exists- at least, not as an organic creature and moreso just an interactive holograph courtesy of the machinations of Vault. I'm actually not too sure on what this person could have been doing, but they have a call- and my best guess is that the Memory Whisperer is one who listens to the last vestiges of light leftover by a creature- because we do see skeletons in Vault, and one is of a creature that looks like an amalgamation of several spirit mantas.

As far back as Prophecy, Krill don't appear to be aligned with the light. They aren't depicted as former light creatures, nor a corrupted variant of an elder manta or whale- they are presented as thenselves in that Prophecy mural. Though I'm sure we'll get a Krill call later on, I'm not going to count them until then.

<CONCLUSION...?>

This huge post is... full of holes and heavy speculation, I'm aware. Mostly I just wanted to dump a bunch of shower thoughts and leftover lore I came up in the Discord lore chat. Go check it out sometime, I've derived a few points in this from interacting with people there. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this matter, by the way- it's fun theorizing! I haven't done this seriously in a long while.

#sky cotl #sky children of the light #sky lore #sky cotl lore #that sky game #daylight prairie #season of sanctuary

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rexsjaigeyes · 4 years ago

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Exposed - Part 4

Din Djarin x female reader | NSFW, 18+

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: possessiveness, marking/biting, fingering, oral sex (female receiving)

A/N: Maybe, just maybe… there will be a part 5 if y’all are interested.

You were right on the edge, unaware of the sounds that spilled from your mouth. All you could focus on was the intense pleasure building in the pit of your stomach and the image of Mando flashing behind your closed eyelids. You were so close to release, but the sudden sound of the door opening interrupted the moment, and your stomach dropped as you realized you'd been caught.

You whipped your head towards the entrance of the cockpit, your eyes widening as you saw Mando standing there, as if he manifested from your filthy thoughts. On instinct, you tried to cover yourself up, but this wasn't the first time he had seen you completely naked. And it wasn't the first time he had seen you touch yourself either.

He tilted his head as he watched you fail at covering yourself completely, and you swore you heard a soft click of his tongue as if he disapproved of you trying to conceal yourself from him. The door closed behind him, and he walked to the seat beside you before sitting down. You watched in silent shock as Mando placed one hand on your knee and the other on your arm covering your breasts.

He tugged gently before whispering, "You know better than to hide what I've already seen.” Tugging on your arms again, he used his knee to gently nudge your legs open wider so that you'd expose all of yourself to him.

Your heart beat faster from his words, but you obeyed and dropped your arms so that he could see all of you. Even with your legs spread for him, he kept his visor trained on your face for a moment, as if he was trying to gauge how comfortable you were with the situation. Although you were in the same situation as before, Mando seemed gentler now. It was like he wanted to take his time to make sure that you wanted this just as much as he did. You shuddered again, both from the cold air of the ship and from his unwavering gaze.

Sensing your nervousness, he asked, “Do you want this?”

His thumb glided across your inner thigh as he waited to see how you'd react. It finally seemed like he was starting a conversation about this newfound aspect of your relationship, and you relaxed at the thought of telling him how you really felt.

"I do," you replied softly, "but I don't want this to be a one-time thing."

You hoped that he understood what you really meant – that you had feelings for him – but you were scared to say it outright. Mando chuckled softly and brushed his thumb across your skin again, this time inching closer to your pussy. The sensation made you shiver, and you held your breath in anticipation of his response.

“Does it look like I only want you for one night?” He said in a husky voice. “We’re back where we started. But this time, I’m going to take care of you properly.”

His words caused your stomach to do flips, and you wished you could have seen his face as his helmet tilted down to finally look at your exposed heat. You heard his breath hitch as he took in your naked body before lifting his hands from your thighs to take off his gloves. You gasped softly, instinctively looking away as he took them off. Mando chuckled at the way you attempted to avert your eyes, but then your heart skipped a beat as you felt warm, calloused hands meet your skin.

“It’s alright,” he said softly and rubbed your thighs. “It’s just my hands,” he reassured, his voice laced with amusement as you hesitantly turned to look at him.

You never really thought about what his hands would look like before this moment, but now that you could see them, you felt entranced. You always knew Mando was strong, but as he ran his large hands up and down your legs, you noticed a gentleness that no one else would have expected from a Mandalorian. It was the same gentle touch that he only reserved for the child. He looked up at you, continuing to caress and massage your skin in an attempt to help you relax. His touch was gentle, treating you as if you were made of glass. You were sure no man in the galaxy could ever show you such affection the way that Mando did.

Sighing, you relaxed in your seat and he finally made a path back to where you needed him most. You bit your lip as he traced his fingers up your thighs before his thumb brushed against your clit. The contact was feather light, but not from hesitance; he was teasing you, and you could only imagine the playful smile that must have been hidden beneath his helmet. You gave Mando a pleading look, bucking your hips slightly as a way to tell him that you needed more. He dragged his thumb down to your entrance, pushing apart your lips so that he could feel the evidence of your arousal. You moaned softly from the torturously slow way that he teased you, but you knew Mando was the one in control of the pace now. Sliding his fingers up and down your slit, he coated them in your slick before pulling away from your throbbing core.

Before you could groan in disappointment, he brought his hand up to one breast and used his lubed fingers to roll and pinch your nipple. The feeling was unexpected and intense, and you couldn’t stop the loud moan that escaped your lips. As you reveled in the feeling of his skilled fingers tweaking the sensitive bud, you felt his other hand slide up your body before stopping at the valley of your breasts. Mando picked up the dainty necklace that you bought from the marketplace with him, and you watched him with curiosity as he seemed to stare it for a moment.

He continued his sweet torture on your sensitive nipple while he inspected the piece of jewelry for a moment. Interrupting your soft moans, he murmured, “When I saw that man touch you…”

Mando paused, as if he wasn’t sure how to explain himself to you. But you knew what he was trying to say. Before you could reassure him that he had no reason to be jealous, he growled softly and released your necklace. Even though you couldn’t see his expression, you sensed a slightly darker shift in his mood as he pinched your nipple again and gripped your hip tightly with his other hand.

“I want to make you mine,” he whispered, and you felt your body immediately react to his possessive words.

Your cheeks turned red, feeling slightly embarrassed by how quickly your wetness grew from such a simple sentence. You sputtered, “I’m already yours, Mando.”

He stopped playing with your nipple and traced his hand up your breast before stopping at your neck. Your breath hitched as he squeezed your neck gently. He didn’t seem satisfied with your answer.

“No, you don’t understand,” he muttered. “I want to mark you… so that everyone knows who you belong to.” A soft gasp escaped your trembling lips, and Mando gave your neck another quick squeeze before letting you go. “Close your eyes,” he demanded.

You instantly recognized the clipped tone he addressed you with; it was reminiscent of the tone he used to intimidate his quarry. And it was the same way he had instructed your actions that first night you spent exposed to him in the cockpit. So naturally, you did as he said without question and screwed your eyes shut.

“Good,” Mando praised you quietly, and your heart skipped a beat now that you were blind to his next move. His hands left your body for a second, and you braced yourself for something unexpected. You heard a soft huff escape Mando before he returned his hands to your body and warned, “Promise me you won’t peek.”

The words got caught in your throat when you realized that his voice sounded different. It sounded clear and unobstructed – as if it was no longer filtered through his helmet. The realization made you gasp before you closed your eyes even tighter, scared that you would accidentally play a part in breaking his Creed.

Anxiety flared within your chest and you stuttered, “Wait, are you sure this is a good idea–”

“Promise me,” he repeated.

You took a deep breath, mentally reminding yourself that you couldn’t open your eyes under any circumstance.

“I promise,” you said as you exhaled slowly.

He praised you again before one of his hands slid up your collarbone to grab the back of your neck. He pulled you forward slightly, and you held your breath as you felt soft, warm lips meet your neck in a tender kiss. The moan that escaped you was louder than you had meant for it to be; you didn’t realize how starved you were for this type of touch until now. For so long, you had wondered what Mando’s lips would feel like, and now they were pressed against your pulse point and steadily working on sucking a dark hickey on your skin.

He groaned before pulling you closer to him, and with the new angle, you felt the lip of his helmet press against your skin. It shocked you for a second, but then you realized he must have kept his helmet tilted on the top of his head in case he needed to quickly cover his face. Lately, Mando had been more bold with showing glimpses of his chin around you and the child, and it made you wonder if there would ever be a day when he would expose all of himself to you.

The lip of his helmet dug into your skin as he sucked harder before finally moving to another section of your neck. You could already feel the small bruises forming, but all you could do was moan and writhe underneath him as he marked you like he said he wanted to. The thought of other people seeing the evidence of his lust for you turned you on, and you felt yourself become desperate for his touch somewhere else too. You whimpered as he continued his onslaught of kisses and hickeys on your body, creating a trail down to your breasts before stopping to suck on your nipple. He flicked his tongue over it and you instantly knew that he was planning to replicate the feeling on another sensitive bundle of nerves soon.

“Please, Mando,” you pleaded, feeling your wetness grow from how he teased you with his mouth. You were desperate to feel what he could do to your clit instead.

He chuckled and tugged on your nipple with his teeth before releasing it and kissing his way down to your thighs. Your legs spread on instinct, and you had no willpower left to feel ashamed of how quickly your body reacted to his touch. Finally, his fingers returned to your pussy, gently teasing your entrance with light strokes to collect your arousal on his fingertips. You felt him readjust his helmet so that the lip of it rested against your mound, and his soft lips met your throbbing clit. He kissed you there before flicking your clit with his tongue in the same way he had done to your nipple. Your head fell back against your seat, and you moaned when he slowly pushed two fingers inside you.

Mando slowly pumped them in and out, testing how much you could take before curling them in search of your sweet spot. Your hips rose to meet his touch, and you gasped when he finally found the spot that made you tremble. He paused for a moment before repeating the action perfectly and slowly building a rhythm. You could already feel your pleasure steadily building; you were desperate for release since your previous orgasm was interrupted by Mando entering the cockpit earlier.

The short flicks of his tongue against your clit quickly turned into more deliberate circles, and he let out a low moan when you bucked your hips in response. The vibrations caused you to jolt, so Mando pushed your hips down firmly with his free hand to keep you still while his mouth brought you closer to the edge. Your hands grasped at air as he continued his assault on your senses with his fingers and mouth.

Desperate to ground yourself in some way, you whimpered, “Mando, can I hold onto your helmet?”

He grunted a quick “Yes” in response, not wanting to pull his lips away from you for even a second. Keeping your eyes closed, you blindly reached out for his helmet so that you could use the leverage to grind yourself a little harder against his mouth.

Mando sighed softly before muttering against your clit, “I can’t wait for the day I get to feel your hands in my hair instead.”

You were barely able to register his words as you gasped and moaned for him, getting lost in the feeling of his tongue expertly swirling circles around your clit while his fingers hit your sweet spot. Your body tensed as you felt the pressure building in the pit of your stomach.

He grunted, curling his fingers faster now. “Maybe next time we go to a marketplace, I’ll get you a blindfold so that you can pull on my hair while I do this properly…”

His words lit a fire through your body, and you were right on the edge of your release. He sensed how close you were and returned his mouth to your clit to suck on it with just the right amount of pressure. The feeling combined with his fingers was enough to bring you to orgasm without any warning. Letting out a broken moan, you shuddered as you succumbed to the intense waves of pleasure rippling through your body. Mando continued curling his fingers, helping you ride out your orgasm until you became a mess of limbs in the copilot’s seat.

You heard him chuckle softly before placing a soft kiss on your sensitive clit, and you jolted from overstimulation. By the time you opened your eyes and looked down, he already had his helmet lowered back onto his face, and you were met with the usual expressionless gaze of your Mandalorian.

He must have noticed your slightly disappointed look because he brought his hands up to your face and gently caressed your cheeks before breaking the silence. “One day, you might not even need a blindfold, cyar’ika.”

You raised a brow, silently questioning how such a suggestion would work with his Creed and wondering what nickname he had given you. He had never called you that before, but with the sweet way he had spoken the unfamiliar word, you assumed it was something special.

Before you could ask him what he meant, he stood up with a soft laugh. “But we can talk about that later. Come on,” he said as he offered you his hand. “Let’s go to bed.”

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groovesnjams · 3 years ago

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“Higher” by Sun-EL Musician ft. Simmy

DV:

It’s been a few years now that I’ve been trying to find other artists in Sun-El Musician’s lane, unsuccessfully. Of course I have theories: the United States remains very poorly connected to culture, music included, if it’s coming from anywhere outside North America and Western Europe (add Latin America, Japan and South Korea if you’re part of those groups or seeking them out, though for the mainstream media they still mostly exist to be rediscovered as trends every few years.) The internet is designed to connect a world that defines “world” very narrowly; as Silicon Valley builds dividing walls around sections of it ever more aggressively, it feels important to acknowledge that the promise of global connectivity was never fully achieved, that it has always been constrained by infrastructure and greed and worse.

This is all just to say that when I try to find amapiano that sounds like Sun-El Musician, I’m partially moving in the dark: chasing glimpses of light that turn out to be shards of broken glass in a rabbit hole, turning up music that’s either much more intense (if often great in its own right) or much more laid-back (and seems to come from some kind of muzak-type service.) I’m blind to what I’m missing, and yet as far as I can tell there’s no one else in this particular lane. Which is, essentially, amapiano plus toplines - and plus some spectacular singers. Because without Simmy, "Higher” could almost be elevator music; it’s certainly gentle enough. But because of Simmy (and also when working with others: Azana, Nobuhle, and Sino Msolo come to mind) Sun-El Musician is structuring his version of amapiano like pop songs, building them as if they have verses and choruses, lending them a sense of purpose and sometimes even narrative that I haven’t been able to find elsewhere. Here, Simmy grants each repetition of the lyric warmth and weight, conjuring depth from the simple concept. “Higher” may not approach 2020′s spectacular “Ngihamba Nawe”, but it still goes places. And it still sounds gorgeous. Who else is following it? Hopefully I’ll figure that part out eventually.

MG:

I, too, spend a lot of my time on the internet searching for something I don’t know enough about and looking for it in places where it can’t quite be found. It’s not amapiano but it may as well be for all the hidden passageways and off ramps to nowhere. When this happens -- the frustration, I mean -- my first thought is always “Oh, it’s just like promised, the ease of search results at my fingertips has made me intellectually lazy and now I can’t think this problem through.” That’s flat out wrong, though. Finding the highly specific things that you (maybe you alone) are looking for has always been an enormous challenge and the stuff life is made of. The internet was supposed to lower the barrier to knowledge, but in practice that was never the case as Google went from kind of unusable to mailbox ad flier quite quickly without ever having a period of being even so useful as a book’s index. All that said, it’s still so much easier to find anything at all than it was when I was a high school freshman with no internet (home or school) and a TV allowance of 30 minutes a day. I have old diary entries about buying Dylan bootlegs at Tower Records in 1998 and in 2015 Columbia Records purged his earliest recordings from copyright and I listened to hours of him just tuning his guitar in a coffee shop without ever getting out of bed. The internet: not what I want it to be, ever, but still nothing I’d willingly give up, ever.

Believe it or not, this does tie into “Higher” because I think that kind of satisfied acceptance is at the heart of this song. Simmy and Sun-El Musician are a union of purpose and feeling, one that’s rarely this harmonious. Without ever revving up, much less soaring, “Higher” posits that things just keep getting better. There’s a mountain of songs that share this theme, but they all involve big chord changes, major keys, and a certain loudness. Not so here where Simmy is quiet, contemplative, and certain and Sun-El Musician offers a lightweight but substantial production. When you’re 25 and at a boozy midday brunch with your friends and you loudly announce that you’re on your way up, you are aligned with all the pop music before you that conceals effort with excess. “Higher” sounds like the real feeling, content and optimistic.

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bl00dgutsgl0ry · 4 years ago

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Unhealthy Obsession

Pairing - Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax x Reader

Warnings - Violence, yandere undertones, stalking, gore (this seems to be a running theme in my works huh). The reader is scawwy ><

Other Comments - I’ve seen so many of these types of fic but it was always Childe being yandere, so why not yandere reader??? I put this in a time line slightly more recently so there is actual like technology like phones and stuff in this. Oh and the reader had a bow for a weapon in this hehe.

Childe was infamous for his charm, having the ability to have the entirety of Liyue under his thumb if he so pleased. Of course, he was able to use this to his advantage when collecting debts and manipulating the people he needed to. Childe’s newest person of interest was the daughter of a shop owner who was indebted to the Fatui.

You had also found yourself enthralled by Childe’s charm, but unlike the many others he used it on he had actually considered you a genuine friend. One close enough to him for him to reveal his hidden agendas and dirty work plans. Now of course you unfortunately found yourself with the semblance of a crush on the copper haired man; which at first wasn’t the worst until you began witnessing the actions of the girl.

Much to Childe’s ignorance, you had been watching his movements for a while now, which also means watching the touchy feely actions of the girl. She loved to give him hugs was they took their separate ways, or would lean on him any chance she got really. It was starting to piss you off but you also found it quite humorous. This girl was so stupid, thinking Childe was actually interested in her; of course you couldn’t really blame her since Childe was so good at his job.

Things were beginning to get out of hand though, as now not only did you feel the need to keep some tabs on Childe’s antics; you know had to keep track of the girls actions. And tonight was an eventful one to say the least. After quietly watching Childe from the shadows for quite some time, you could say you were quite skilled in stealth so it was incredibly easy to follow around the girl without looking suspicious, as you watched her walking along the shops of Liyue Harbor.

Tonight you could see her heading towards the Scent of Spring perfume shop, so you decided to follow a little ways behind and then find yourself a good spot within earshot. You decided to lean against a wall and look to be occupying yourself on your phone so as to not look odd.

“Well hello, you're looking rather fetching today. Care to take a look inside Scent of Spring? I'm sure you'll find something unforgettable~!” Ying’er was a lovely woman, as well as being incredibly skilled in the art of creating perfumes.

“Ah hello! Uh I was looking for something that could get a guy to fall for me?” The girl spoke hurriedly, almost as if she was embarrassed for making such a request. You grit your teeth, silently groaning, as Ying’er giggled before responding.

“Oh young love, how cute! Of course you look to be the lady who would enjoy Valley Weaver? Or maybe Golden House Maiden if you’re looking for something a bit sweeter and more candy like? Would you care for a sampling?” The girl nodded enthusiastically and Ying’er brought out the two previously mentioned scents, handing both over to the girl.

“They both smell so amazing! But I think Valley Weaver is a little bit more endearing.” Ying’er hummed in response as she stored away the other perfume. While she was doing this the young girl brought out a small bag of mora. You rolled your eyes shaking your head. Your phone quickly took you out of the interaction as it buzzed in your hand. Your mood immediately brightened as you saw you had received a text from the one and only Childe.

“Hey babe! Where are you? I let myself into your apartment, hope you don’t mind too much :)” You giggled to yourself before rolling your eyes and shooting back a text.

“Of course you did. Well I just went on a little walk around Liyue, I’m heading back now; of course make yourself at home but I’m sure you already have.” You shook your head, still smiling to yourself. You had to say, this was great timing as it gave you an excuse to leave. Leaving the same time as the girl would’ve been far too suspicious so this was convenient.

You made sure to take all of the shortcuts to your apartment and tried your best to walk as briskly as possible. You didn’t want to keep the man you were doing all of this for in the first place waiting after all.You didn’t even have to announce your arrival since the loud squeak of your door did it for you, allowing Childe’s familiar cologne to fill your nose.

“Hey babe! How was your walk? It’s awfully late for a walk isn’t it?” You smiled, as Childe’s comforting voice filled the room, the only other noise being the muddled voices leaving your old tv in the living room.

“Well it was a nice night out tonight, plus I enjoy looking at the shops; they always have such nice stuff.” You quickly took your place next to Childe on the couch, not too close to consider it borderline cuddling but close enough to feel his warmth. Childe placed his arm behind you, almost allowing it to fall onto your shoulders.

“That being said, you have yet to reveal to me what the motive is behind gracing me with your presence, unannounced might I add.” You heard Childe chuckle next to you, as you found yourself absentmindedly watching whatever the hell he had playing on the TV.

“Well, I’ve been pretty busy for the time being, and I guess I found myself missing your company.” You screamed mentally, the butterflies in your stomach dancing around excitedly.

“You have been quite busy, unfortunately for you though, the same cannot be said.” Childe let out a boisterous laugh, playfully nudging you with his side. You giggled as well, shaking your head before looking up at the taller man. Both of you stared at each other for what felt like ages, before you felt Childe’s arm wrap itself around your side pulling you closer to him. Suddenly your lips were pressed against his, as he pressed you against him. You allowed yourself to tangle your fingers into his copper hair.

This sparked a make out, bordering on heavy petting as both of you were pressed as close together as humanly possible. Childe’s hands had found themselves comfortably resting against your ass, as he would occasionally squeeze. All too soon though, he pulled away; a shit eating grin plastered onto his face. You blushed bright red before lightly smacking him in the chest with the back of your hand. You watched him snicker before pulling out his phone and looking at the time.

“Well it’s getting really late, and as much as I would like to stay here and keep you up, I should probably head out.” Childe ended his statement with a wink causing you to become an even more flustered mess. He was the first to get up, help you up as well before pulling you into his chest. Neither of you usually participated in hugging as a farewell, but it’s not as if you were complaining about being pressed against his firm chest.

With at, Childe was gone; casing your apartment to feel far too empty. Though, this gave you the opportunity to excitedly jump around and quietly scream as you relived the actions that had just transpired between the two of you. He was right though, it was incredibly late and you had just now realized how tired you were. At least this would send you off with some interesting dreams.

And here you were again, in the familiar situation of carefully watching this annoying girl. You had overheard her on the phone with presumably no one other than Childe. She had asked him to meet her around the pound by the shops in Liyue tonight, which after hanging up she excitedly clapped for; confirming that Childe had said yes. You knew it was going to be too risky to go there in your normal attire, as you couldn’t be recognized by Childe under any circumstance so you decided you would go home and get changed.

You felt like a genius for changing into black clothes, as you had found yourself a pitch black alleyway to hide in that gave you a clear shot of what was happening. Sure you couldn’t hear what they were saying but that was the least of your worries for the time being. You watched as the girl flaunted herself and flipped her hair around, clearly trying to get her money's worth out of that perfume she had bought the night before. It all made you feel sick. She was nowhere near Childe’s league.

For the most part, everything was fine; just them having a boring conversation until the girl did something unexpected. She reached for Childe’s arm, and pulled him down into a kiss. You had never been so enraged before, seeing red and acting without thought. Before you could think twice you bow was drawn and pointed directly at her.

It all happened in a flash, an arrow flying out of nowhere, the puncture into the girls head, her falling back as Childe stumbled back as well, all of the guards rushing towards them. Childe’s eyes were blown out wide looking around wildly for the source of the arrow. Right as you were beginning to turn back your eyes met his. Fuck.

You began sprinting back to your apartment, hopefully if he came by your apartment you could be changed into something different so you could try and persuade him into thinking he saw someone else. And thank the gods time was on your side; you had managed to finish getting dressed into your sleepwear right as you hear a knock on your door. Your heart was racing but you knew if you took too much time answering the door, it would be even more suspicious so you needed to act as normal as you could manage. You cracked the door open like usual and were greeted by a familiar face.

“Oh my god (y/n) you will never guess what just happened.” You stepped aside as you opened the door for Childe.

“What happened?” You tried your best to not sound very interested hoping that would throw him off.

“So you remember that girl I had been telling you about? The daughter of that one shop owner?” You nodded in confirmation as you headed to your small kitchen to put on some tea for the both of you. Childe stood on the other side of the counter.

“Well she had called me earlier today and asked if I could meet with her tonight. Of course I accepted and we were in the middle of a conversation when she had pulled me down to kiss her! That's not even the worst part though, she was shot immediately after!” You feigned surprise as you gasped looking up at him.

“Oh my god what?! That’s awful! I imagine the pond was quite a mess with all the guards?” You hadn’t even realized what came out of your mouth until he began to speak again.

“Huh… That's strange, I never told you where it happened.” Your eyes widened as you quickly looked back down to the teapot that was now whistling at you.

“You know what else is strange? I think the arrow looked really familiar; and that’s not even the weirdest part. I could’ve sworn I saw someone who looked identical to you who was in the same place the arrow came from. Your blood ran cold. He knew and there was no way you could persuade him otherwise.

“You know I don’t like when people lie to me (y/n) so I am only going to ask this once. Were you the one that fired the arrow?” You had just finished pouring the water over the tea leaves when he asked you. Your clenched fists were now resting next to the two cups, as you struggled to hold back the tidal wave of anguish. But in the end you couldn’t.

“She fucking kissed you! How could I sit there and do nothing about it! I have been putting up with her touchy feely bullshit for weeks now! I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing as she kissed what was supposed to be MINE!!!” You were breathing heavily, your face red and chest tight. Childe was silent and you refused to look up to meet his gaze. After what felt like hours, you heard his heavy footsteps move towards you. You screwed your eyes shut too scared of what his reaction was going to be. Only when he gently put his hand under your chin and tilted your head up did you open your eyes.

“I am yours (y/n). You didn’t even give me the chance to push her away. You’re a really good shot though.” Your eyes were blown out wide as he smiled down at you.

“You’re not… Disgusted with me? Or enraged?” Childe chuckled.

“(Y/n) I’ve done much worse things than this, it would be hypocritical of me to be mad at you. But if that situation ever happens again, at least give me some time to push them away before taking it into your hands alright? I might admit I do find it endearing that you would kill someone for me; but let me be the one to have blood on my hands alright?” You smiled and nodded before he pulled you into a hug.

“Now, shall we have that tea?”

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suddencolds · 4 years ago

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different anon here but omg im so happy you made a kaeya/albedo drabble.. could you write up a pt 2 where kaeya catches his cold? doesnt have to be long, anything would do if youd be so kind

😭 anon... please, have mercy. Reversed roles are my absolute ~weakness~, so just this once, I am here to deliver a fic that I didn’t spend like 300 years writing. (Thanks for the excuse to write these two!!)

[part 1]

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A few days pass before he sees Kaeya again.

Albedo is only at the headquarters to ask Lisa if she has any books on the medicinal uses of Liyue specialties. The meeting is a coincidence, all things considered. Kaeya is leading a group of Knights—new recruits, Albedo thinks, because he’s pretty sure those are new faces—back into the main hall.

“Captain,” one of the recruits is saying. “I’m sorry about today. I’ll do better next time.”

“Struggling with training?” Kaeya asks. “I hope you weren’t hurt.”

“I wasn’t. I just… I should have been able to dodge. Back up in Starfell Valley, when that hilichurl fired. It wasn’t hidden or anything, but I didn’t notice.”

Kaeya shakes his head. “It’s a lot to think about, right? That’s one of the tricky things about fighting with a close-range weapon. It’s not a bad thing to pay attention to whomever you’re clashing swords with. Just don’t forget to keep an eye out for enemies that are further out.”

“Got it,” the recruit says, solemn.

“Your swordsmanship has improved, though.” Kaeya adds, “I can tell you practiced. The new sword suits you.”

The recruit brightens visibly. “Thanks a lot, Captain.”

It’s not surprising, really—Kaeya has a strange talent for saying the right thing at the right time. He’s patient, too, and good at strategizing; all things considered, Albedo can’t think of someone more qualified to be training the Knights.

But Albedo isn’t here to watch. It just looks like their group is about to adjourn, and he figures he should really thank Kaeya for his help a few days ago—Kaeya is a fast learner, and an even better conversation partner. Had it not been for him, Albedo knows he would’ve been up on Dragonspine for much longer.

Currently, Kaeya is turning to address the entire group. He still hasn’t noticed Albedo’s presence, it seems.

“Great work today,” He says, then launches into a speech about strategy. It’s not a notable incident—or, it shouldn’t be—except the more he talks, the more Albedo can tell how tired he is. It’s subtle. It’s Kaeya—of course it’s subtle. But his posture looks deceptively casual—really, it looks like it’s taking all of his energy to keep himself presentable—and mid-speech, he’s actually stifling a yawn. His voice sounds slightly off, too, perhaps from overuse.

They’re all busy, Albedo knows. But he feels guilty nonetheless. He knows it had been Kaeya’s decision to help him, but still—perhaps it hadn’t been the best choice, seeing how much he still has to do.

“Captain Kaeya,” one of the other recruits interjects, after Kaeya finishes his speech. Most of the other Knights have already started to leave. “If you are free later, could I stay late to train with you today?”

And Kaeya—

—Kaeya, for some reason, hesitates. He shuts his eyes for just a second, as if he’s at war with himself, before he opens them again. This time, his smile is a little less effortless, a little more strained. “Of course. I need to get some paperwork filled out first, but I’ll meet you after.”

“Alright, thanks! I’ll wait for you outside?”

“Sure. I won’t be long.”

The recruit—oblivious to the fact that something’s wrong—turns to head towards the exit. Kaeya sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows furrowed. He really looks exhausted.

Albedo wants to call out to him. He’ll say thanks, and then he’ll get out of Kaeya’s way. But then Kaeya starts off towards Jean’s office—to pick up paperwork, presumably—and stops halfway down the hall, tensing, one hand hovering over his face—

“hiiH… hiiH’ESSCH’ew!”

It sounds… rough, and tired, as if he’s been doing that all day. He sniffles, shivering, and continues walking, and Albedo knows.

He feels bad immediately. Kaeya had been kind enough to help out—of course he had, he’s selfless like that—even though he must have been busy. Meanwhile, Albedo hadn’t thought to tell him to sit further away, hadn’t been careful enough about not touching what he’d touched, hadn’t stepped away when Kaeya had insisted on walking back with him, hadn’t protested when Kaeya had lent him his scarf for the walk back through Dragonspine’s freezing weather…

...All things considered, this is most certainly Albedo’s fault.

—

“I got it, Jean,” Kaeya says, taking the pile of paperwork from her desk.

“Take it easy,” she says. “You should go straight home after this.”

Kaeya smiles tiredly at her. “Oh? I thought you didn’t want me slacking off. I can do more today, really.”

Jean rolls her eyes. “You look like you’re about to fall asleep standing. Please, for the love of Barbatos, get some rest.”

Kaeya can’t say he feels very differently than Jean says he looks. Still, even if Jean won’t ask him to stick around, the new recruits will—he likes them, but they’re still new to combat, which makes things harder on him. In between scouting domains, looking out for the younger knights, and trying to cover for the mistakes they make, perhaps he’s pushed himself just a bit.

“It’s just a cold,” he says, turning as far away from her as possible to cough into his elbow. “No one’s ever taken off work for a cold.”

“For now it is,” Jean says. “I don’t want it to turn into something worse because you won’t rest.”

“It won’t. It’s just paperwork, right? I could do that in my sleep.” And one-on-one training with a recruit. And after that, another meeting with the Knights, and a domain East of here to scout out on his own, but Jean can find out about that later when she’s reading his reports.

It’s very unfortunate that he has to sneeze.

He takes another step away from her, lifting his hand to cover.

“hiIH’EESCH’-ew!” he winces. The sneeze is loud, and it sounds almost as miserable as he feels, which means it feels far too transparent. “Hiih… hIIH… snf… hiiih’IiDDZScsh’ew! hIIIH’EZSCHh’-iu! ugh… snf…”

“Bless you,” Jean says, sighing as she passes him the tissue box on her desk. He takes a generous handful of them and before handing it back. “You sound awful.”

Kaeya laughs, pocketing the tissues. “You never fail to flatter me, Acting Grandmaster.”

“Forgive me for being worried,” Jean says flatly. “At least tell me you’ll take care of yourself.” “Of course. When do I not?”

She gives him a significant look, which is fair.

He takes the chance to leave her office. His head hurts, more than it would if he’d just had a bit too much to drink, and it’s the kind of headache that he knows is going to get much, much worse if he doesn’t take it easy. Maybe if he rushes, he can get the paperwork done before then.

The recruit he’d spoken to is waiting for him outside, he recalls. He rubs his nose, shivering, and heads for the door.

Someone is waiting for him, but it’s not the person he expects.

Kaeya musters the energy to smile. “Albedo! Did you need something?” He probably shouldn’t be taking on additional responsibilities after Jean’s already told him to take him easy, but then again, this is Albedo—whatever he needs, it must be worth staying late for.

“I just happened to be stopping by,” Albedo starts. “I, err, wanted to ask Lisa about my research.”

“I take it that you didn’t find what you needed?”

“I did.” “Is that so?” Kaeya says, faltering—if that’s the case, he’s not sure why Albedo is still here. “Were you waiting for me, then?”

It’s supposed to be a joke, except Albedo hesitates, and Kaeya feels bad for suggesting it.

“Actually, I was,” Albedo says, which is a surprise.

Kaeya’s breath has gone unsteady again, and he rubs his nose, sniffling. Albedo, who seems not to have noticed, keeps talking.

“I wanted to tell you—”

Kaeya doesn’t want to interrupt, but colds tend to make his sneezes so jarringly unavoidable. He turns away, lifting up a hand to shield his face. “Hiiih… hiih’EESCHh’ew!” He gasps, and with a muffled sniffle, presses his hand closer to his face. “HIIH… hiiIH’IIZSCHH-uu! hIIIH’NGKT-Sshew! snf…!”

—His shoulders untense as he finally lowers his hand, fishing through his pocket for tissues. How embarrassing, he thinks, blowing his nose as softly as he can. He doesn’t exactly want to look over to Albedo to see the expression on his face—disgust, probably, or worse, pity—

“I’m sorry,” Albedo says instead.

Kaeya’s glance snaps upwards in surprise. “What?” “I was hoping you wouldn’t catch this,” he frowns, looking away. “I wasn’t careful enough. I did not intend for you to feel miserable because of me.”

What is that supposed to mean? “This isn’t because of you.”

“Captain,” Albedo starts, completely serious. “Whose cold do you think you have?”

Kaeya blinks. It’s true—he’s probably caught this from Albedo, given that he can’t think of anyone else who’s been sick lately—but that doesn’t mean that Albedo should feel guilty over it. “Colds spread. It happens, it’s not your fault.”

“I should have been more careful,” Albedo shakes his head dejectedly. “Or perhaps I should not have accepted your help at all when you offered to stay. I knew you must have had a lot of work. It was selfish of me.”

“I told you, I wanted to help,” Kaeya insists.

Albedo sighs. “You are selfless to the extent that it is detrimental sometimes.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I sent the recruit home, by the way. Really, you couldn’t have told him to wait a couple days?”

“He asked for my help.” Kaeya holds a hand up, veering away again. “I wasn’t going to deny him just because of… a… hiIH… c-cold… HIIih’EESSCHh’ew! HIIIH’GKTt!-shew!” His head throbs in protest, and he sniffles, tilting his head upwards, a fresh tissue in hand, in ticklish anticipation. “hiIIH… hiIIH’IIIZZSCH’ew!”

It takes everything in him not to slump against the wall.

“Bless you,” Albedo says. “You sound—”

“—awful?” He lowers the tissue with a laugh. “I know. Jean informed me.”

“I was going to say tired,” Albedo says, shifting forward to feel Kaeya’s forehead. His hand shifts to Kaeya’s cheek, studying him with a look of such intense concentration, Kaeya tries not to smile. “I don’t think you have a fever, but you’re warm. Allow me to walk you home?”

As enticing as the offer sounds, he shouldn’t. Everyone else is working hard—he knows if he does less work than usual, it will be Jean and Amber picking up the slack, which is the last thing he wants. “I still have lots to do.”

“It can wait until you’re well. The Knights will survive if you take a day off.” Albedo drops his hand, but he’s still looking at Kaeya with the same intensity. “I will talk to Jean, if it’s an issue.”

“Please don’t talk to Jean,” Kaeya says sheepishly. He’s sure she wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to find out about his plans to stay and work late.

Albedo raises an eyebrow. “Will you listen to me, then?”

Maybe it’s not such a bad idea, after all—he can head home, sleep this headache away, and come back in the evening. “Well,” he starts. “If… hiIIH… hiiIH’ESSCH’ew! snf-! If you insist…”

“I do.”

“...I guess I could head home early.”

It’s worth it, for the way Albedo smiles softly in response. He looks... relieved, Kaeya realizes, which is strange, too—he hadn’t expected Albedo to be so worried about him.

Kaeya starts off in the direction of his house. It’s not a long walk from the headquarters—certainly closer than the manor was, back when he’d lived there. Admittedly, it’s lonelier sometimes, living on his own.

Unexpectedly, Albedo follows him.

“You’re really walking me back,” Kaeya says, slightly disbelieving.

“Yes,” Albedo says. “Would you prefer if I didn’t?”

“It’s nice.” Kaeya sniffles, stifling a cough into a raised hand. “I hope you’re not just doing this because you feel bad about this.”

Albedo hums. “I’m not. I am quite free this afternoon, thanks to your help. I do feel bad, though.”

“Doing alchemy with you was the most exciting part of my week,” Kaeya says honestly, flashing him a grin. “I’d say it was worth catching a cold over.”

Albedo stares back at him. Then he smiles back, so brightly that Kaeya feels warmer, just looking at him. “You could come visit more often, then. I enjoy having company if it’s you.”

#snz kink #sneeze kink #sneeze fic #snz fic #gen/shin im/pact #ask #i wrote 500 words of this and hated it so much that i deleted the entire draft and started over #strangely the more i write ka/ebe/do the more i like them?#off to do schoolwork now... i will proofread this when i get back ;;#my fic

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