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0risha · 4 years ago

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affiliation.

PAIRING : gojo x fem!reader

SUMMARY : due to the actions of your now ex-lover, getou suguru, your future of becoming a sorcerer is no more and now it's time to say your goodbyes.

TAGS : angst, comfort, unrequited pining, a curse word or two, contains slight manga spoilers so proceed with caution. reader is described as a female?? reader has curly hair

NOTES : this has been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute, hope you enjoy!

Terminated. Terminated? Your first reaction is to cackle, to laugh at the faces that stare right back at you with leering eyes. But the only thing you can choke out is an, "you can’t be serious?”

Your voice raises several octaves higher than normal and your face is etched with the expression of pure, refined disbelief. Choosing to scan the faces that sit at the circular table shrouded in a low cloud of darkness —which sets the mood in an eerie cinematic way— you find sneered lips and mock smiles.

"Correct, your third year at Jujutsu tech is ending in a week, you can decide for yourself to stay or leave during that remaining time, your choice. Any objections?"

“You’re terminating my contract to become a sorcerer for some incident I wasn’t even involved in?” You internally wince at your dismissive tone because you know that the so-called was not just some incident. It had torn both Getou and Gojo into unsalvageable pieces, thrown towards the deep sea. Getou’s own so bottomless that he had gone on a murdering spree.

One that the higher-ups were blaming you for because as his significant other you should have been the one to stop him. Which —at the start— you thought was so incredibly far fetched but as you pondered past actions you couldn't help but think otherwise.

A lasso of anger —your own— is cracked against the confining walls of the conference room. You think they can feel it, no, you know they can feel the spiked level your cursed energy has entered and Gojo can feel it too because he's bursting through the conference room door, grabbing your arm and hauling ass before you can retaliate.

By the time you're met with a blue sky and the sun's gaze, you have to blink multiple times. One, to become accustomed to the befallen light, and two, to snap out of your stupor.

In your crestfallen state, Gojo takes his time to scan your face. He basks in the way the sliver of the sun causes your skin to glow and the way your slightly pointed nose scrunches up in anger.

In reverence, he skims through his shared memories with you. The start of it all, when you waltzed through Jujutsu Tech with survivor’s guilt so intense that he and the other first-years could feel it. The result of your parents dying in a freak accident, which so happened to be the day you had started to see curses.

When you snap out of it, you’re met with the sight of electric blue eyes. Ones that shine with an intense shade of worry. And it’s a jubilee because the Gojo Satoru is worried. You’d never seen him in this state, ever. In your state of surprise, your eyes flicker from Gojo’s to a pair of colored onyx.

He remembers your closed-off demeanor that he and Shoko decided to slowly shave off and the way you gravitated towards Getou more than he saw fit and oh gosh, why did it have to be him? He knows that now as a third-year you have no fundamental reason to be in Japan but he can't help but to think selfishly —stay with me.

Because now, after making the selfish decision of not killing his best friend, he's not too sure where the lines of coincidences might meet.

Megumi. I have to leave Megumi.

“Megumi! I didn’t even know you were here!” You smile and pat his tufts of dark hair that fell in all sorts of different directions.

“You’ve always been so quiet,” you whisper, crouching down to his height as his colored eyes rapidly flutter shut. Although, not being a fan of Gojo or anyone for that matter. Megumi showed signs of slight attachment towards you. Ranging from returned hugs, and shared giggles here and there. The young boy never had a way with words and physical touch, but from time to time he seemed to enjoy your presence.

The mere thought of having to leave him causes your chest to ache as you stand up from your kneeling position to, again, staring at the clouded sky in the distance. But there was no other resolution, you had to leave Japan.

In your half-decade of being situated in the bustling streets of Tokyo, you’d grown accustomed to every aspect of the city. You’d made so many bonds. One’s that in a week would be snipped by the scissors of a very cruel fate.

There was Shoko, a cigarette-addicted teenager that acted more like a nagging mother than a friend.

Gojo, who had been injected with a childlike aura since birth and acted more like a fussy toddler than the strongest sorcerer there is.

And Getou, the man your heart mistakenly bled for. He was always such a serious person, even behind closed doors but you never doubted that he loved you. He always chose to express his partiality through gasoline-filled words, ones that you digested and had caused your chest to burst with licking flames of devotion.

Getou, the same man that had caused you to land in this mess. Albeit, the expulsion of what was supposed to be your future position, you couldn’t find it in you to be angry. Only feeling crashing tides of guilt.

“Not your fault, it’s not your fault.” You're pulled from your thoughts to feel calloused hands attached to your cheeks that are surprisingly wet with your tears.

Through your blurred vision, you see Gojo’s bright eyes staring into your very own. Megumi’s looking at you with riddled curiosity, you’re sure it’s because he’s never seen you actually cry before but you can’t find it in you to not put your pride aside. And when that layer of chain mail is finally cracked in half, Gojo’s there to shield you. In a split second, he’s bringing you into a gravity-defying hug while you sob into his chest, all while the jut of his chin lays on top of your mass of curls. A bubble of his piney, masculine scent envelopes you all while you taste the salty tears that fall on your lips as you gargle out apologies.

“I’m sorry, th- that- I couldn’t do anything,” you hiccup.

“It’s not your fault,” he reassures you and he says it with so much intensity that at least a billion of your nerves transmit the message of truth to your brain.

“No one could’ve known.. for fucks sake, I didn’t even know.” Gojo reminisces, not for the fact that Getou had become a wanted sorcerer but because of that, you had to face the brute consequences.

But to you, His hushed words are a slap to the face because...

Gojo must be hurting too.

Getou was his best friend, his partner through life and death situations but here you were babbling like a baby.

As soon as your body tenses up and your joints spring to pull your head off his chest, Gojo pulls you even closer, almost as if he can read your thoughts.

So, the only thing you can hope for is that while both of you embrace, Gojo’s getting enough comfort to tend to his aching wounds.

"They terminated your contract, eh? You want me to kill them for ya?" Your response is a hearty chuckle, one that stops as soon as it starts because he's serious. And you can tell. Your body itches in the worst possible way as his killing intent leaks out from his crackling hearth. As detected, Megumi grumbles and shifts his feet as he pulls on your skirt.

"Don't be stupid," you whisper as you pull away from his chest and face Megumi to grab his small hand. "Let's go home and see your sister, okay?"

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#gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo angst #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen angst #jjkmag

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imaginedhaven · 4 years ago

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At the Rendezvous

a smutty Rowaelin oneshot

Link to Hot Professors Collection Masterlist

Summary: The end of the semester means the psychology department’s end of semester party, and Aelin knows exactly how she’d like to celebrate.

Rating: E for Explicit- not intended for readers under 18!

Contents/Warnings: College Professors AU, Enemies with Benefits, Semi-Public Sex

As always, while the collection is linked above this is intended to be able to stand alone. I hope you enjoy!

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Aelin smiled to herself as she slipped into her uncle’s house without knocking and hung her coat in the closet rather than whatever room Gavriel had devoted to housing the rest of the department’s coats. She did her best to treat him as her boss rather than as family while they were on campus, of course, but this was the end-of-semester party and she felt she was entitled to take a few small liberties in this informal setting.

“Well, look who decided to come after all!” A warm arm slid around her shoulders, and Aelin fought the urge to jump at the sudden contact. A glance to her left revealed it was Fenrys, and she relaxed with a smile.

“Only because I knew you would bully me relentlessly, Fen.” It was partially true; she had originally decided to skip the party and relax on her own, but in addition to her youngest colleague’s mockery she knew she would have someone else to answer to.

Assuming Whitethorn even showed his stupid, smirking face. She figured it was just as likely that he would avoid any unnecessary social interaction. Still, it was best to at least pretend to be the bigger person, and so she had changed her mind at the last minute.

If she had shown up wearing a short red dress and black lace panties, well, that was her own business. It had nothing to do with anyone else.

Belatedly, she realized Fenrys was still talking and tuned back into his words. “And you didn’t even bring anything! What will your dear uncle say?”

Aelin smirked. “Considering that he’s the one who begged me not to subject the department to my poor attempts at cooking, I think he’ll thank me.”

“It’s true,” came a voice from the kitchen. “It’s absolutely terrible.”

“Aedion, you’re not supposed to agree with me!” she shouted as she rushed into the kitchen to defend her honor. “What are you even doing here, anyway? You’re not part of the department.”

He tousled her hair in retaliation, ignoring her growl. “Did you forget that I live here? Plus, someone has to pick up your slack when it comes to food.”

As she rolled her eyes, Fenrys glanced around the room. “That’s everyone except Rowan, now.”

“Does he even come to things like this?” she asked, pretending for all the world that she didn’t care in the slightest about the answer.

Fenrys nodded, a wicked gleam in his onyx eyes. “I may or may not have convinced him that it looks better when he’s being reviewed for tenure if he actually participates in department events. He didn’t before then.”

Aelin laughed despite herself. “Devious of you.”

“Isn’t it?” He continued to ramble on about it, but Aelin couldn’t pay attention to save her life, not when the door opened to reveal the man she’d both hoped and feared would show up.

Rowan Whitethorn had been a pain in her ass from the moment she’d joined the psychology department at Doranelle University. A stupidly attractive pain in her ass, no less. Ever since her very first day they’d been at each other’s throats, to the extent that they had each been formally reprimanded by her uncle and removed from authority over decisions regarding the other’s tenure within two months of the start of the semester. After that, they had largely stopped sniping at each other in meetings, but the animosity between the two was still well-known to the rest of the professors.

Less well-known was the fact that they had also been fucking the entire semester. She wondered if she should feel guiltier about that, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to stop whatever game they were playing.

For what it was worth, despite his obvious dislike of her as a person Whitethorn seemed equally unable or unwilling to be the one who brought them both to their senses about the whole thing, and so their frequent arguments in each other’s offices led to equally-frequent tearing off of clothes and desecration of desks. He was also unfairly good at what he did, to the point that she had more than once initiated an argument just to feel him pressing her into his desk. She was reasonably certain he had done the same to her.

Fuck, in the time she had been thinking about him he had crossed the distance between the front door and the kitchen, and now he was close enough to touch. Even worse, he had rolled up the sleeves of his ever-present button-up shirt once he’d removed his coat, exposing both his forearms and the tantalizing swirls of the tattoo she’d only caught the occasional glimpse of.

This had been a bad plan. She had proven nothing, and he was already smirking at her attire.

He took advantage of her shocked silence to greet both of them. “Fenrys. Galathynius.”

Aelin couldn’t stop herself from bristling. Even in this informal setting, and even after all they had done, she didn’t merit the courtesy of being called by her first name by this man? “Whitethorn,” she replied coolly.

It didn’t take an idiot to read the tension in the room, and despite the affable persona Fenrys liked to adopt she knew he was far smarter than he let on. With a quick excuse he was across the room, and she was alone with her rival.

Rather than say anything to him, she glanced around and then jerked her head in the direction of the hallway and walked away. She’d seen the way his gaze had lingered on her bare legs; he would follow.

Sure enough, a few minutes later he joined her in the deserted hallway, and she opened the door to Gavriel’s linen closet and tugged him inside. He glanced around at their surroundings before she closed the door and threw the space into darkness. “A linen closet? Really?”

“I don’t see you coming up with anything better,” she retorted, already irritated.

“I can think of far more convenient locations than a closet in your uncle’s—”

She didn’t give Whitethorn a chance to finish his sentence. Instead, she tugged him close and crushed her lips to his to silence him.

They hadn’t kissed like this in a long time—not since their very first time, if Aelin recalled correctly. It was every bit as overwhelming now as it had been then, the pine scent he was perpetually tinged with flooding her nose and heat slamming into her as he bit her lip. It was a good thing Aedion had already mussed her hair, for his fingers found their way into it and tugged somewhat gently.

Aelin gasped in response, and his lips and teeth began to travel down her neck. Gods, they didn’t have long, a few minutes at most, but it didn’t even matter with the way he was already working her up.

His hand slid out of her hair and down her front, cupping her breast briefly before sliding down and under the short skirt of her dress. Rather than shoving her panties aside like she expected him to, though, he caressed her over the fabric with the lightest pressure possible. She hissed in response. “We don’t have time for teasing. Get on with it.”

“And whose fault is that?” Gods, was he slowing down? She was going to kill him.

Then his fingertips finally, finally brushed over her clit and she decided he could live for now.

She bit her lip to muffle the moan that threatened to escape her, knowing that any noise could lead to their discovery. Instead, she reached for him and began to work his belt open, grinning when her fingers finally reached their destination and brushed his already-hardened cock.

He hissed in reply and finally sank two of his fingers into her, causing her to arch into the touch with a gasp. It wasn’t enough, though; it couldn’t possibly be enough, not when what she really needed was quite literally within her grasp.

Aelin let go of him in order to brace herself against his shoulder and wrap one leg around his hip. When he seemed to support them well enough, she carefully raised the other as well, hooking her ankles together behind him as he pulled his fingers out of her in order to brace himself better. Task complete, she moved to seat herself on his cock, only to hiss in irritation when it brushed along her instead. A second attempt yielded no better results, and when she tried for a third his hands settled at her waist to still her.

He then had the audacity to laugh at her, though she was somewhat gratified to hear how strained the sound was. “I told you I could think of far better places,” he reminded her.

“Shut up and help me figure this out,” she snarled, as quietly as she could.

“Hop down.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Get off of me and I’ll help you.”

“How does getting off of you get me off?” she demanded.

He sighed. “Just shut up and do it.”

She glared at him, trying to read his face for any signs he was being less than honest with her, but she could barely even make out the outline of him in the darkened closet. Scowling, she slid herself back down him until both of her feet were on the ground, only to gasp as his hands found her waist again and roughly turned her around.

He lifted her hips and she carefully balanced herself on the balls of her feet to aid him, hands gripping the nearest shelf for additional support. A few moments later she felt him press against her, and she sighed in relief as she finally got exactly what she’d been looking for when she’d put this outfit on what felt like forever ago.

His hands roughly grabbed her hips again as he immediately started to move, and as he slammed into her again and again he leaned forward until his lips were by her ear. “Touch yourself,” he hissed.

She obediently let her hand fall from the shelf and slid it down between her legs, gasping as she brushed over her clit. Gods, this wasn’t going to take long at all. It was probably for the best, though; surely it would only be a minute or two at most more before someone started to wonder where they had gone.

She came only moments later, gritting her teeth and fighting against the urge to press her thighs together in a move that would only serve to destabilize her already-precarious balance. She nearly did fall over, though, when he pulled away from her entirely.

As she stumbled and turned, she heard the sound of the zipper of his pants and the buckle of his belt, and she frowned. “I didn’t think you finished.”

“I didn’t.”

“Then why—?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Aelin, we’re out of time. You want more, you can find me after.”

She barely had time to straighten her skirt before he threw the door open and stalked away, and she blinked against the sudden light. Knowing she would need a minute for the heat in her cheeks and the wobbliness in her knees to dissipate, she slid down to sit on the closet floor and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, she went still as cold shock overtook her. He had said her name, her first name. He’d only ever done it once before, and she’d demanded he do so that time. What…?

Aelin shook her head. She didn’t have time to figure out whatever game he was playing now. She had a party to get back to, and if she played her cards right she might even get a second round out of it.

She would only be lying to herself if she said she didn’t want that, and she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Not right now. Not when there was still so much heat lingering between them.

~*~*~

Tagging:

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#haven writes #hot professors #rowaelin

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neotrances-deactivated · 3 years ago

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does syr ever get revenge on his faux mother or just his father? Also do you have any drawings of his faux mother for research purposes? 👀👀

answers below + some doodles

yup! syr gets revenge on all of the people in the mystical family, his father is just the main target being that he’s essentially the root of all the problems, the one who allowed and participated in physical + verbal abuse, the one that sacrificed innocent people for his studies, the one was trying to own everything in paxion entirely etc etc he’s the end goal, everyone else who goes down with him are just bonus points in a way

his fake mom would often take her frustrations out on him and basically be a sock puppet for myster, carrying out the duty of doing most of syrs “training” and these training classes were just throwing him into dangerous situations revolving around magic / his powers in effort to make him hardened and unresponsive to pain like his father was, and with a normal mortal kid this probably would’ve fully worked, syr is less concerned with his own health / any harm he faces but because he is the son of propin goddess of love he is naturally compassionate and heart felt, he can dissociate pain and sorrow for himself but can’t stand it happening to other people, this is partially why he has a hard time understanding why anyone cares or makes a fuss when he gets hurt in any way, but is the first to speak up / start swinging when others get hurt

his fake mother and his father drilled the idea into his head that anything he failed at was his fault, and any pain he felt was because he was weak, to be strong was to not feel it at all, or at least pretend you didn’t, and syr being impressionable and wanting his father to like him and to be accepted into the family tried to mimic this behavior as much as he could

he has trouble reaching out for help when he needs it and often tries to face things alone, and considers his presence a burden to many people, a short part of the scene in the last syr dump i posted had a part where he has a nose bleed and instead of being concerned about the nose bleed itself he cups his nose to make sure it doesn’t get on the carpet, valuing his father property higher than his body’s injuries

throughout the story he breaks out of this ofcourse but growing up he doesn’t hate anyone in the house, scared of them for sure, but hate them no, the mystical family is the strongest one in the land, the most wealthy, most talented, everyone said that constantly, and it was true, so for him anything they did to him / anything they said to him was right, and he needed to listen

he has bad ptsd bc of the abuse he faced growing up but doesn’t register it as abuse or that he has mental scarring, chalking up his flashbacks to “reminders” of why he needs to get stronger and be better so his family will accept him, those memories aren’t looked at with hatred until after he realizes how awful he was being treated in comparison to his new friends and family loving him and wanting to help him

and that’s when he finally goes “what the fuck was that about. i hate my mother and my father everybody what the fuck” and makes a list of everyone whose ever hurt him in that mansion so he can get rid of them once and for all etc etc

aand heres a little doodle of his fake mother and her onyx cane (one made by myster purposefully bc of the material being better at inflicting pain to syr) gods (including demigods) heal faster than the average person so it takes a bit more strength to fully hurt them to the same extent a mortal would

and another unfinished doodle of his mother “training” him while throwing insults and ranting about how great his father is in comparison to syr

#parousia #✉️

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shesawriter39049 · 5 years ago

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|7 DEEP| M| MASTERLIST|

SMUT/ANGST/FLUFF/POLY AU

AU SUMMARY- Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! This is a candid in-depth look at the rollercoaster ride that is your life!

ALSO LOWKEY A RAGS TO RICHES STORY.....

Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, Tae, Hoseok, and Jimin, all already work with the OC and Joon, Kookie comes in later one as a new hire...and the possible final piece…

DISCLAIMER: Obv this is a poly so the boys are Bi..but outside of kissing and dirty talk I have not YET ventured into physical MXM….

NOTE- As long as this keeps getting support the initial plan is 7 one-shots, one for each boys. Everyone installment will have smut as well as a overall storyline, one that not only ties into your job, but also the OC’s (AKA YOU) special dynamic with each individual member. The last one-shot (7th) will be the first and maybe only one where smut wise it’s all 7 of them, it will finally address how they all came together, and will be partially a flashback sequence. HOWEVER, there will be bits and pieces of the “Characters” lives and what not sprinkled within the “drabbles” too...so those will also be worth reading especially, as the story developes....or at least reading the summaries!

Kookie will make appearances throughout, however, he is NOT as involved off rip as the other boys…

ONE-SHOTS SO FAR :

AFTER-HOURS- NAMJOON X OC (Tae comes in at the end) -

ABOUT- Your husband and business partner find you up way past acceptable work hours for the 3rd night in a row! So, daddy has to step in and remind you that’s not something we do in this household. You come before work, in every sense of the phrase!

OR-You're in desperate need of a 2nd videographer/editor, because Yoongi’s in over his fucking head! So here you are, up at 1 AM scrolling through resumes because your that boss that hates to overwork her employees so she overworks herself!

AKA- “MEET THE KIMS”

PRETTY PLEASE- TAEHYUNG X OC - ( Joon comes in at the end)

About- Tae fucks you on top of your receptionist's desk before you fire her…

Or- Tae’s feeling a little needy...and somewhat high-key self continuous about you possibly hiring a new production assistant...AKA...Jungkook. It seems as though Mr. Kim takes pride in being the youngest within the office! It seems as though your baby boy just needs a little..reassurance…

JIN & CHOCOLATE- JIN X OC (FT A lil Seok at the end ) -

(5K SMUT WITH A SIDE OF PLOT! NOT JIN’S INTRO CHAPTER)

About-You suck Jin off…and brownie batter may or may not be somewhat involved because why the fuck not. Oh, Hoseok comes over to drop off weed…and welll….doesn't exactly leave

Or- His assistants birthday is tomorrow and she’s insisted on him making his infamous “Dizzy Brownies” AKA…pot brownies and Jin being the perfectionist he is, scrapes the first batch. You however, think they’re fine and if he’s not gonna bake with said batter you’ll find use for some of it…..Then Hosoek stops by to bring the missing ingredient…weed and his dick…

TOUCH ME , TEASE ME- NAMJOON X OC

(5K, IN COLORATION TO THE EVENTS THAT WILL TAKE PLACE IN “GOT ME LOOSIN’ ALL MY COOL)

About- Namjoon eats you out the minute you walk in the door because well…that’s the kinda husband he is!

Or- Jimin text’s Namjoon to brace him for the mood you’ll more than likely be in after a day full of drama and finally firing the front desk receptionist! Which essentially red for him to make you come hard AF and then feed you….OH, and You guys invite Yoongi over to talk about the Tae and Kookie “Thing”

PRIVATE SHOW- TAE X OC (NEW)

(5k, Holiday esque one-shot however for the 1st time it does dive into the downside of being in a poly relationship that’s essentially a secret in the publics eye)

About-Just a casual lunch outing where Tae’s trying to do his job and your trying to get him off under the table with your shoe...nothing new!

OR- Tae and yourself are grabbing lunch at 71 Above, after checking out the last couple of venues for the company's end of the year Holiday party. While at said restaurant, it becomes a humbling reminder that the most important people in your life are essentially a secret...cute!

UP AND COMING: In no particular order!

MUTED- YOONGI X OC (SIDE JIN)- HIATUS

Note, this is more of a smut drabble though it will be around 3k...this is NOT Yoongi/Jin’s official “Introduction” if that makes sense….(SNEAK PEEK IS LINKED)

About-Yoongi goes down on you in the back seat while you’re on a business call….Jin’s driving, lowkey watching..and being a little shit the entire time…

Or- You’re on the phone with a dick of an investor and a second away from losing your shit and calling off the entire deal…however…your boys decide to “distract” you. Give you a little something to keep you at ease so you don’t blow this 6 figure account…

MAKE ME PROUD- JIMIN X OC (ALL THE MEMBERS ARE IN THIS BRIEFLY)

About- Jimin and yourself take a trip to get a sneak peek at “Filter” before it opens… and Jimin fucks you on top of the bartop…

Or- Jimin’s ready to make his first solo big boy investment….AKA...opening up his own Gay club in WeHo...and the new business venture also reopen’s old wounds about his past. Both good and bad..but at the end of the day he remembers he wouldn’t the version of himself that he’s oh so proud of...without a little someone named “Y/N”

“PARTY FAVORS”- YOONGI X OC-

About- You and Yoongi get a little one on one time while in Amsterdam, IE getting completely stoned, and attending a sex show..hell maybe even joining in on a sex show...shit just get’s wild in the Dam!

OR- You and your boys jet out to Amsterdam for the weekend to celebrate 16 AVN award nominations (AKA THE TONY’S/GRAMMY’S OF PORN) and while high and in a country where nobody knows who you are...(which means Yoongi and yourself are free to do as you please even in public)....Yoongi admits for the first time that sometimes he feels a type of way that HE wasn’t the one that married you considering the two of you were a thing FIRST....

“CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS” - JIN X OC (Side Namjoon)- NEW

About- Jin says he's coming over to discuss business over brunch, champagne, and a nice Jacuzzi bath…which, of course, leads to more than just talk about “Finances and portfolio expansions”

OR: Jin’s the eldest, he loves control, he needs control, hints why he’s the finical controller..always has been...even in the domestic sense. Jin’s also shit at feelings he’s used to being the shoulder to cry on not needing the shoulder..he’s not used to feeling vulnerable...so it’s not to easiest for him to admit that he misses being the one you all come home too...misses being “needed”! He’s used to being the one that has his shit together, being the glue that’s held you lot together during your worst times..so this...is completely out of his comfort zone!

“ALL EYES ON ME” - HOSEOK X OC (FT OT7)- NEW

About- Hoseok and yourself have sex in a very questionable place while at the launch party for ‘Spectrum” I.E. your newest business venture...sex toys…your man deserves a little…”Thank you” for all the work he’s put in...including planning this party!

OR- Hoseok’s in over his fuckin head, he’s the one essentially spearheading the launch of “Spectrum” which is obviously his job as the head of Marketing, tactical ETC, however, this is just..different...he’s literally the one steering the boat. He’s good at what he does he knows this, he’s fucking made for it...but...it;s still’ bringing out some old, nasty insecurities...reminding him how he's his own worst critic...a perfectionist to the fault. Reminding them of those days where he never thought he was good enough...and it would absolutely break him if he lets you lot down!

“GOT ME LOOSIN’ ALL MY COOL) -KOOK X READER | JIMIN X READER (SMUT) FT- YOONGI & TAE

About- Jimin and yourself take Jungkook shopping for a new suit to wear to the “Spectrum” launch party! OH, and Jimin fucks you in the backseat of your truck in the parking garage of the mall…..

OR: You know Kookie still in that “Broke college grad” phase only being with the company barley a month, and you don’t want him to feel self-conscious at the event! You’ve also been too busy to really check in with him to see how he’s adjusting! So, you thought something like this, in a more laxed atmosphere, would be a good solution! Oh and Jimin, honestly he’s just nosey as fuck and inched himself along, like nobody really invited him he invited his damn self! Also Jungook can’t underatand why the fuck your all so damn attractive...like...why!?

AKA-MEET JUNGKOOK JEON

SNEAK PEEK

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THE “FINAL” ONE-SHOT, IS NOT FULLY OUTLINED YET

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FINAL NOTE-

This series is open to request...for one-shot/ member scenarios/drabbles.

The initial 7 one-shots are done to get the dynamic and I guess you could say “Plot” set in stone...however, once that’s done and in-between I’m open to random scenarios as long as it somewhat coincides with the “Universe”

This is a story that follows normal day to day life in a sense....they just happen to live a very exciting one!

Anything from them going grocery shopping and making dinner...all the way to the OC and one of the boys fooling around on set...as long as it fits the vibe. I’m down!

*** To clarify as well...publicly ( And in the workplace) the world just knows your married to Namjoon....the whole poly situation is not something blasted on your Wiki...at least not yet....***

(Optional)

***POSTIONS’S WITHIN THE COMPANY***

(Obv things are spread out now and they have other employees but they all STILL oversee multiple jobs...It’s a habit now. For so many years they couldn’t afford the help! So, now that they can they’ve just become a little...protective of said job duties..)

Y/n Kim(26)- CEO/Founder/HR/Storyboard/Content creator/Directory/Scriptwriter/Talent scout/ALL OF THE ABOVE (Set design, DVD author, 2nd Location manager, etc)

Namjoon Kim (26)- CEO/ Founder/ Director/ Content analyst/ Lead scriptwriter/ Sr Production manger/ ALL OF THE ABOVE (IT, web design, outreach, etc)

Yoongi Min (27)- Head digital producer/ Program/site Planner/Production manager/Sound engineer/Production scheduler

Taehyung Kim (24)-Executive Assistant/ Content admin/ location manager/Wardrobe assistant/backup talent scout & health liaison

Seokjin Kim (28)- Senior Accountant/ Sales manager/ Financial controller/Logistics/Operations

Jimin Park (25)- Head talent scout/ Model Liaison/ Wardrobe/ Hair & Makeup coordinator/ Onset assistant/Health Liaison

Hoseok Jung (26)- Social media/ Streaming manager/Tactical marketer/ Advertising/event manager/PR

NOW HIRING: FOR A VIDEO EDITOR/IMAGE PROCESSOR/SOUND EDITOR/SECONDARY PHOTOGRAPHER AKA-

“PRODUCTION COORDINATOR“

....WELCOME TO ONYX!

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diary-of-deadweight · 5 years ago

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Mystery admirer pt2 (this took along time for me to write.)

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Weeks has passed and it seemed that the elegantly vibrant flowers and heart fluttering note had stopped coming, you came to terms with the fact that this was a sure fire sign that your secrete admirer has lost interest.

Not that you blamed them, they all did in the end as they went on to pursue your much better looking friends further solidifying your constant doubts of not being enough or not attractive enough to keep them interested. So as to not show your obvious heart break you decided to take Mina up on her offer on going to the arcade to blow off some steam with Hagakure, Jirou and her girlfriend Momo.

While you were away Bakugou room this time to set up his plan, that was neither perfected nor fully fleshed out in the slightest thanks to his dumbass friends impatience, he demanded that Kirishima, Denki and Sero aid him in doing so as all this was their fault to start off with.

“Why are we doing this again?” Denki moaned as he and Sero scattered rose petals on the ground lazily, their backs aching from hunching over so much that the blonde thought he’d become a modern day Quasimodo by the time they were finished their duties. “You fucked up my plans so this is your punishment since face,” Bakugou sneered, not even attempting to look back at the electric blonde, “now quite complaining and scatter those petals like I told you to.” The ash blonde has had quite enough with Denki’s childish whining and incompetence for something he had a hand in as much as the other idiots around him did.

“How come Kiri isn’t doing this?!” Sero was the one to complain now, pointing out the fact that Kirishima was seemingly going unpunished, holding a box of chocolates and a teddy bear wearing an eerily similar colour pallet as bakugous hero costume within his arms, walking in tandem with Bakugou flashing the two a cheeky smile and a peace sign as best as he could without our dropping the objects. “FAVOURITISM! I CALL FAVOURITISM!” Denki screeched as if he was some kind of activist for something totally inadequate and off the walls stupid. Kirishima only snickered at this after manly failed attempts of hiding his amusement the first few times a similar scene as this played out, Bakugou rolled his vermillion eyes at the duo who were slowly but surely testing his limited patience for bullshit and stupidity, he swore the two shared a singular brain cell that was gradually getting dumber and dumber with every word that slipped their lips without second thought or filter.

“I plead the fifth.” Was all he said just as something caught Sero’s onyx eye, curtesy of the widow panel next to them, upon first glance it didn’t look like anyone he knew but upon closer inspection the clearer the picture became as the puzzle pieces connected within his head, “ugh, guys...when were the girls meant to come back?”

“Not until this afternoon,” Kirishima clarifies, turning his attention to the raven haired male with a questionable expression, “why you ask?”

“Well...it’s either the arcade was shut or they decided it wasn’t worth it because they’re back.”

“WHAT?!” Denki shouted as he dropped the bucket of petals, rushing over to the widow to see what Sero was seeing before a barrage of ‘shits’ and ‘this isn’t goods’ came from his mouth only to get shoved aside by Bakugou who saw you and the girls pass through the gates, laughing about something, “Shit” he muttered under his breath, turning to the trio with an unrecognisable look, thinking of what to do before thinking that there was no point continuing the plan nor clean it up since that’ll take too long. “What’s wrong Baku-“ Kirishima started only to get cut off when a firm hand grasped his, Denki’s and Sero’s collars, dragging them down the way they came.

“Tape face is right, (y/n) is back, plan is a taking too long to put in motion and so will the cleaning task. We’re out of time.” They descended down the staircases with lengthy strides that left the trio to stumble after him. “What?!” Sero exclaimed, “but the plan?!” “Didn’t you hear me dumbass! We’re out of time and options other then to be straight forward!”

By the time they got to the outside, the boys caught sight of you sitting under a cherry blossom tree, alone with a book within your lap, you guys must’ve stopped at a bookstore on your way back; seeing the way Bakugou remained uncharacteristicly quite and how his grip slacked significantly enough for Denki and Sero to break free and make a break for it back into the dormitory whilst Kirishima places the box of chocolates and teddy bear with Bakugous costume right down to the mask that you once told him looked like the magnificent wings of a red emperor butterfly.

That comment alone made him the most flustered and defensive in his entire life, threshing to change his costume because of it. Did he? No because 1) the name of the butterfly sounded badass and 2) he wanted to keep something that has reminded you of something so innocent and elegant, it would leave a fond smile upon his lips as he subconsciously stroked the mask with feather light touches almost as if the material would break upon contact; he even remembered the time you told him that butterflies wings are entire constructed of scales when you couldn’t sleep one night several weeks ago.

Oh yeah, he’s very attentive to you, insanely attentive it shocked even himself sometimes but then he claimed it was because he was partially made to be the ideal man for you and you alone as he beloved that you were the ideal person for him in return. “Go ge ‘em tiger.” Kirishima said softly and encouragingly shoving Bakugou towards you slightly, which irked him a tad, but in order as to not alert you of his location he only growled lowly at the red head only to see that he was nowhere to be found, leaving the ashblonde all on his lonesome.

‘Fucking idiots’ he thought to himself as he finally gathered the strength required in asking you out once and for all but it seemed that the closer and closer he got the more and more obnoxious his thoughts became, telling him that this was a bad idea and that he should just turn away while he could and you’d be none the wiser. The vermillion eyed brute believed he was experiencing someone else’s thoughts instead of his own since he was quite loud, proud and unfiltered so that also meant his thoughts were about the same.

So why was he thinking such uncharacteristic bullshit then?

You saw a familiar spike of hair coming your way and a soft smile immediately painted itself upon your plump yet semi-cracked lips, a warmth spread throughout your chest at the sight of the man of your affections but then the negativity came flooding in the closer he got made your smile falter a fraction as they told you that even if he had feelings for you, he wouldn’t stay for long with how you looked compared to other girls like Momo and Mina.

He would leave you in a heartbeat when he realises that you aren’t enough for him, to face the fact that you were born be be alone. They would say this time and time again that soon enough you began believing it, never making a move and watching from afar as he would go on to date other girls much prettier then you, more confident then you, more sexier then you’ll ever be; your thoughts plagued your for so long that you didn’t recognise the hands that carelessly dropped a box of chocolates and a teddy bear to cup your cheeks with such gentleness that seemed to foreign to be Bakugou’s, leading you to tilt your head up to where your greeted by a pair of lips sensually caressing your own as they weaves expertly yet sloppily between your own while the sensation of heat rose upon your cheeks as you reached up with your hands, one cupping his cheek and the other upon his hand, letting your negative thoughts drown out as background noise by a more positive thought.

‘He does love you.’

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wolfcrunch · 5 years ago

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i swear when i saw a prompt list i grinned so hard hell yeah, i love your stuff! 28, angst, aizawa and midoriya

ahhh thank you! I’m really glad you enjoy my stuff!

Prompt #28 - Don’t go

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Shouta cursed his luck, for all it was worth.

Which - from the scene that lay before him - wasn’t much. His kids. His fucking kids-

This was suppose to be a nice day out…a day for his class to relax. Relentless attacks, left and right from the villains and the media left the children restless, tense and upset.

Not that he blamed them - the underground hero hated the media as much as they did. He found them akin to vultures - disgusting scavengers who were there only for the leftovers - for what lay bare, for all to see, for all to judge. They harassed his students. And that wasn’t even mentioning the villains.

Shigaraki…the League…even just one-off villains who were looking to get their five seconds of fame…it left a bad taste in the man’s mouth.

One that came back full force - making the man wanting to retch it up. It was only his stone-cold professionalism, years on the job, that made him able to hold it back. Able to keep his expression under wraps despite the fear that dispersed through his very core.

Screams sounded deathly silent on his ears, his onyx coloured eyes only watching the pile of cement before him, thick trails of smoke trickling upwards from the pile of destruction. Walls and debris that used to make up a building, a small two-story store. It had happened in an instant, his body moving too slowly for him to react at the first blast that alerted and partially destroyed the street.

His fists clenched as people ran behind him, screaming and crying out at the steady smoke that arose from the rubble - some of those cries belonging to several of his students, who had met up with him after going off on their own. The one’s who hadn’t wondered into the building. The building that now resembled not a building, but a pile of crushing weight, set to kill anyone still trapped within it’s deadly walls.

Uraraka in particular gave a loud sob, grabbing at her sensei’s shirt with both hands as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Mr. Aizawa, they’re in there!” the brunette cries, eyes clenching shut, and Shouta knew. He knew before she spoke those next words, having seen those particular students walk into that store not even just ten minutes ago. The disappointment, anger, the rage at himself coiled beneath his skin, threatening to break out at any moment for his mistake, such a rookie mistake.

“Ashido…Hagakure…Deku…sir, they’re all in there!”

—–

Metal and cement creaked and groaned overhead, shifting as a grunt pushed past tight lips, a small body shifting slightly in his already precarious position. He pushed against the cement slab, the only thing holding the rest of the rubble above them.

Keep holding it…just a little longer…

It was dark, and Izuku couldn’t see very well - arms too occupied holding up who-knows how much weight above his head, straining even with the help of One For All. He couldn’t grab his phone, still in his pocket and working, that he knew. But despite the darkness, he could still train his eyes on the small crowd before him, in varying states of being dazed and consciousness.

It had been a second…all it had took was a second, an explosion to sound from beneath the floor, rattling and shaking the entire building before it tumbled down upon their heads, taking down everything within its radius. Izuku had only a split second to activate his quirk, to brace himself against the tons of weight dropping itself upon his unprepared self - a very thin thread, very close to snapping.

The blood blooming across the boys chest was yet of no concern to him, forgotten. His attention was not only focused on keeping himself crushed, but also keeping the others safe.

“Ashido? Hagakure?”

His voice a hoarse whisper, dust coating his mouth, and he coughed. A whimper met his words, one of the bigger bodies stirring, but not moving much more.

The three of them, browsing the lower level of the shop, had managed to drag two young children with them, preventing the pair from being crushed. Izuku hadn’t seen a mother or father in sight - regardless, he hoped that they hadn’t been caught up in…all of this.

The children themselves seemed to be responsive, able to see their eyes slightly in the darkness…but were clearly in shock, Ashido and Hagakure’s invisible body covering the two from the shower of dust that covered them from overhead. Izuku dared moving a foot, able to just nudge the closest one.

“…Midori?”

“Ashido…” he sighed, shading his dust-covered head. Muffled sounds from beyond their cement prison distracted the boy from the rattling that came from someone’s chest. “Can you move?”

He could only see the girl’s back, and a bit of her curly hair.

“My arm’s pinned…I don’t want to risk-ouch…risk melting it. H-Hagakure’s legs are the same…”

Dammit…

“The…the heroes will be on the way, I’m sure.” Izuku murmured, fingers digging into the roof above them. “I…j-just hang on, alright?”

Blood dripped down the boy’s temple, leaving a warm trail down one side. His body shuddered as the rattling continued. He could see slight movement from Ashido, as if she was trying to get a better look at the boy.

“I’m sorry…if only I d-didn’t see all the hero stuff-” Ashido’s croaky voice held guilt, and Izuku could tell by how thick her tone was, that she was holding back tears.

“It’s not your fault…” Izuku murmured, ignoring the adrenaline slowly fading from his veins, the strength of his quirk slowly starting to ebb away - but refusing to let up, digging his fingertips in tighter.

“We’re fine….I’m fine.” he tried to reassure his pink-skinned classmate. “We…we’ll get out of here.”

Izuku’s lie tasted about as promising as the copper between his teeth.

—–

Shouta couldn’t explain how time had slowed down in that particular moment - waiting for the emergency services to arrive, so they could start looking through the wreckage. He desperately wanted to go in - to rescue his stuck students…but with the fire, it was too dangerous to do alone.

Not to mention his other students, who all had tried in some way, shape or form, to help. He had to hold them back. He had to stop them from making any mistake that could cause the rubble to crush any survivors beneath.

“Mr. Aizawa, we have our licenses - let us help.” Todoroki, for probably the third or fourth time, spoke up against his teacher. The boy had been antsy, pacing when Iida’s small attempts at calming him had failed. “We can help-”

“It’s too dangerous.”

Todoroki nearly growled in frustration. “Those are our friends!”

Shouta could see the smoke rise from Todoroki’s left side, the boys eyes narrowed as he tried to stare his teacher down into letting the remainder of the class help - not that it helped, given that Shouta was more hardened and taller than the other. But he had to give the dual quirk user points for some form of intimidation.

“I understand, Todoroki,” Shouta began with a heavy breath, a wisp of white hair and old, all too clear memories flashing in the forefront of his mind, all too similar and familiar to the current situation. “But you’re all too inexperienced with rescue operations…if that rubble goes down, any chances of finding your classmates in one piece is gone. I can’t risk you doing that - and possibly hurting yourselves, as well.”

“They could run out of oxygen! What if they inhale too much smoke?” Todoroki demanded, voice thick. “Mr. Aizawa, please-”

“We can’t just sit here…” another student chimed in, quiet. Their voice was almost drowned out by the incoming sirens, indicating that help was approaching steadfast.

“That’s why I have texted Present Mic and All Might. They’ll be here to take you back to U.A. Where you can remain safe.”

As expected, an uproar rose by angered and upset students alike, the remaining seventeen students trying to speak all at once.

Shouta knew all too well how they were feeling. But no, he couldn’t risk it. Not when he already had three students - three - in a position not too different to dear old Oboro, from many years ago.

This weighed on his shoulders. And the man would be damned to drag another child down with him. He’d be damned to put any of them in that situation, something he can prevent.

“Your classmates lives are held in the heroes hands…I will not let anything that happens stain your own. Do you understand?” His voice left no argument, pulling his yellow goggles up to cover his eyes. He’d take responsibility for all of this…

He’d ensure nothing happened…

—–

Izuku wasn’t sure how much time had passed…

The aching of his arms, phantom pains shooting up the sides was almost numbing at this point, almost jolting the boy on occasion as if he’d let go. Faint sobbing was heard beyond the wall, too far for the hero student to tell the age or state of the person, too far to call out…

It was almost silent, otherwise.

His legs trembled, close to giving up. This was bad…

One eye was now closed, sticky with blood as he watched Ashido shift, the girl trying to sit herself up as much as possible. The two children she and Hagakure had managed to cover, covered in dust, sat huddled by her, now more responsive since the majority of the shock had passed. They’d even spoken to Ashido, although not more than a few words, still much too terrified…

Izuku didn’t blame them.

Droning out the soft tone of Ashido, speaking quietly to Hagakure who had not woken long ago, the boy let his mind wander to the possible outcome at this point. Surely, he had never expected to find holding a building up more difficult than that of fighting a villain…but here he was.

Even 20% wasn’t helping much…only enough to keep the rubble above his head. He couldn’t risk trying to punch or kick his way out…judging by the sobbing he heard before, they were not the only people stuck here.

Ashido had even offered to try and melt away some of the rubble with her free hand, but Izuku had stopped her - too risky, they had no idea what it was like above them. One wrong move, and with the building so unstable…

Izuku swallowed thickly at the thought, wincing internally at the coppery taste of blood. Blood stuck to his sides, and the boy was sure he was hurt elsewhere…but he couldn’t check.

He couldn’t help the way his thoughts spiraled. What kind of hero couldn’t keep standing? A pathetic one - was he really going to give up? When others depending on him to keep going, to be the decider between their life or death…

But his body was numb, as if he wasn’t all there, and some part of him wanted to let go - to have a break, to get feeling back into his arms and legs. But doing that meant they got crushed and would die-

He couldn’t stand for that…he wouldn’t-

Something creaked above them, shifting, and Izuku paused, muscles tensing.

A beat of silence passed, and Izuku was about to chalk it up to the rubble above moving on its own, moving on its own accord because he couldn’t hold it all up–

“Oi! Any– down there?!”

Izuku’s eyes widened at the muffled voice that broke through their makeshift room of cement, barely registering the cry of relief that came from one of the girls, before Ashido cried out. “Down here! We’re down here!!”

Ashido began to sob, and Izuku nearly made his own noise of relief as he began hearing more voices, moving closer and closer, shifting the crumbled building above them to get the students and children out.

The heroes. The heroes were here!

There was a particularly loud sound above them, as if something has been tossed aside, too heavy for one person to throw before most dust and dirt crumbled around the group. To Izuku’s left, some of the loose building trembled, only taking a moment for the worn wall to be kicked in, putting up a cloud of dust as bright light began to stream into their small room.

Izuku looked away, the bright light hurting his eyes, but he heard one of the two children let out a loud wail, and the soft voice of someone unknown to him.

“We’ll take the kids out first, then we’ll come back for the U.A students - oi, Rock Lock, get in there! Stabilize the wall.”

The hero-in-training didn’t have the time to process the name called out before a new shape blocked out the streaming light, a hand placing itself on the slab Izuku was holding up and twisting, quirk activating.

And just like that– the weight was gone.

Izuku staggered forward, only to have his shoulders grabbed gently. Rock Lock - the very same hero who had helped with the raid of Overhaul and his Yakuza cronies, the Shie Hassaikai - helped the boy balance, before carefully helping him sit down. Izuku couldn’t see his eyes, his own gaze gaining dark spots.

“Sit down, kiddo. Eraserhead will bring you out.”

He didn’t hear the slight worried tone that overtook the older man, gaze lingering a moment longer before he turned - presumably to help the two children first, as well as Ashido and Hagakure - considering they were stuck under fallen debris and probably in need of medical attention…

Black spots painted his vision, the voices muffled as a low buzz overtook his sense of hearing, and Izuku allowed his eyes to slide shut, even though he knew he should probably stay awake.

Just for a moment…I’ll close my eyes for a moment…

—–

“Midoriya!”

The boy in question jolted slightly at the call of his name, and Shouta sighed, jaw unclenching as he willed his racing heart to slow down.

He…he’d looked– Shouta refused to finish that line of thought. He was crouched before the injured boy, a hand resting on his shoulder to see the pale face of his problem child stare up at him with half-lidded eyes. Blood slowly trickled from a gash in his temple…but that wasn’t the worst of his injuries.

The boy’s chest had a slight rattle to it when he breathed in, causing the boy to cough as he tried to speak.

“M-Mr. Aizawa?”

“Stay awake, Midoriya,” Shouta said in a firm, but still gentle tone, allowing his eyes to quickly assert the rest of the damage.

His onyx eyes avoided the steel bar protruding from the student’s chest, having entered from his lower back. The teacher ignored the heavy iron taste that stayed in the air, using a hand to life the boy’s head when he began to lean too far to one side. “You’re alright, Midoriya.”

Izuku blinked blearily at him, sluggish, and Shouta knew he needed to get into an ambulance now. The paramedics were off getting the stretcher…he just needed to stay awake and not fall asleep. Shouta couldn’t risk moving him, couldn’t risk him falling unconscious with this much blood loss…

“I…are A-Ashido and Haga-akure…ok?”

“They are,” Shouta told the boy softly, and saw Izuku open his mouth again. “So are the two kids. They got reunited with their mother. You did good, kiddo.”

The student hummed slightly at that, his head leaning slightly into Shouta’s grasp…it was only another moment before tears began to roll down Midoriya’s cheeks.

“I…it hurts, Mr. Aizawa…”

He felt something squeeze him painfully at those words. “I know.”

“Am…I going to-”

Shouta planted both his hands now firmly on Izuku’s shoulders, stopping him from going further and making eye contact. He heard the paramedics shouting, getting closer. “You’re going to be fine. You’re not dying, Midoriya.” The man took a breath to calm himself. “You have everyone waiting for you. So you can’t give up, yeah? You’re a fighter.”

Izuku didn’t seem to respond much to that, and so the underground hero moved away from the student, intending on allowing room for the paramedics to lift his wounded student onto the stretcher and begin treatment.

A feeble hand reached out, grasping the sleeve of his shirt with unforeseen strength in that state. Shouta, startled, met the eyes of Midoriya, who stared at him with a startling clarity he hadn’t seen before - and with fear filling its depths.

“Don’t go,” the boy whispered, voice weak but piercing Shouta with the amount of sorrow it held, how small and vulnerable it make him look. “Please…don’t go.”

He was terrified…Shouta couldn’t stand it, if the unfamiliar stinging in his eyes wasn’t a big enough clue to that. So the hero steeled himself,

“Don’t worry, kid,” Shouta murmured thickly, moving back to the kid’s side and placing his own hand over Izuku’s, grasping the smaller hand in his own gently, but still grounding. The paramedics, the sirens, the cries - all falling on deaf ears as all the two focused on, was the grounding presence of one another - what Izuku truly needed, in that moment of uncertainty.

“If you don’t go…then I won’t, either.”

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta #my writing #tumblr prompt #dadzawa

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peaches-of-1 · 6 years ago

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Peachtober | Day 13: Dragon

Female!Reader x Dragon!Chan

Summary: Seventy five years after the dragon last claimed a sacrifice, he wants another. You. After fighting as much as you can, you decided to let him eat you. However, he has other plans for you. What would it feel like to be the mother of his dragons?

Warnings: HAND OF BUDDHA on the Citrus Scale, dragon sex, two peni for the price of one, cursing, magic, smut, etc

A/N: Reader is lowkey modeled after @therealredraven but I don’t describe anything physical past hair style and height in comparison to Chan.

“Let me go, you scaled beast! I’d rather fall to my death than be held by a brainless brute like you! Now unhand me!” Y/N was currently the most beautiful woman in the village, and so she was the one offered and accepted by the silver scaled being.

However, she wasn’t going to let herself be taken so easily. It did not matter that they were hundreds of feet in the air. Y/N did not want to become a meal for this ancient terror with no brain other than to capture and horde all that he found beautiful. There was more to life than simply beauty. Of course, a numskull beast could not understand that.

Your short hair with a reddish tint billowed in the wind as you were held by the dragon’s onyx talons. Still, you berated his chrome scales with your much smaller fists, bruising the sides of your own hands, but you honestly didn’t care. You wanted...you wanted. Not IT! Not this BEAST!

The Beast called Chan went through the air like a loose ribbon and finally decided to let you go. Ha, you knew it! A creature such as him only wanted beauty if it didn’t come with a fight. You were a fighter. But wait. Oh shit, you were going to die! Well, it was a noble enough death. However, as you closed your eyes, death did not come. Instead, the landing was soft and fragrant

Flowers? Maybe the death was so quick that you didn’t even feel it.

The Dragon wouldn’t be in your Heaven, though. He landed in front of you and growled at you trying to make you fear him. You rolled your eyes and folded your arms.

“Oooo, so scary.” was your deadpan reply.

He huffed in your direction and then looked away, suddenly...shy? You looked at yourself and saw that your chest and most of your skin was bared to the cave, having been torn by the high speed winds.

“This is your fault, you know. As if you didn’t want this.”

The dragon simply pointed to a dresser and left, closing the door. A moment later, the sound of a lock. Taking a glance around, you were set in a bedroom near the window. The carpet was moss, and everything appeared to be crafted out of wood or rock. It wasn’t exactly where you had thought you would be ending up at.

You stood, letting out a huge sigh and decided to keep on your ripped clothing. You would not accept a thing from him even if you were taking your last breath...but it couldn’t hurt to see what was inside the dresser just in case you liked something.

Inside were dresses that were from the previous woman that lived here, no doubt. They were still in one piece. Perhaps he had started getting careless with the later captives, or maybe you shouldn’t have struggled. Poppycock. Hogwash.

“Are you going to pick one, Miss?” a voice came behind you, making you shriek in surprise.

You quickly pulled out a super heavy dress and used it to attack whatever had snuck up behind you so silently. It was much shorter than you had anticipated. Looked sort of like a fuzzy anteater and a bear.

“No need to get ‘oll defensive naow.” It spoke.

“What the fuck are you?” The question came out.

“A potty mouth too. I guess some beauty is only skin deep.” It replied.

You threw all the hat boxes you could, and the small creature began to hop and bounce around using the branches that made up the light fixture.

“Now, now” it complained. “I’m just here to--I’m here to--Could you not? Miss, please. I’m only her to relay--oof”

Bullseye. You had gotten him mid leap and he fell on the floor. So did the remains of your dress. Quickly, you threw the first dress you had pulled over the animal’s moaning body and quickly threw on some trousers and a loose top. Seems like he didn’t care for his meals to have on bras or any undergarments in that case.

The brown creature crawled from beneath the dress, “Please. Please don’t throw any more things! I am just here to relay the message His Master has set upon him. That is all!”

“Fine. What’s the message?” You folded your arms.

“First, introductions. Hello, I am Felix. I am a human who has been turned into a tree kangaroo. Nice to meet you. And you are?” He bowed and then extended his hand towards you.

“I am Y/N, the town’s most renowned storyteller and most beautiful barmaid now that most of them are dead due to your Master.” then you sighed, “And the Dragon Chan’s next meal apparently.”

You huffed and sat on the bed. Mankind could be so cruel and selfish. One second, you can be working for them. Handing them drinks of ale in collected glass and singing songs of tradition because it helps the crud go down more easily. The next, you’re knocked over the head and bound only to wake up tied to the Sacrifice Pole in the center of the town, your speech hindered by the rag tied around your mouth.

And you beg and you beg and you cry for your life until the unmistakable glimmer of silver in the growing sunlight. By then, you’ve lost all softness and don’t even know the word forgiveness and as soon as the Dragon unties you, you kick it where you assume the face would be. It bellows and reels back. You begin to run, but you are scooped up in its talons before you reach the town’s edge.

“There there.” A smaller sounding creature said and tapped your eyes with a tissue. “Please don’t cry. I know you miss your family and your home, but Master is really a nice person.”

Then you smiled at the smaller one, “Thank you for the tissue.”

“I’m Jongin.” He smiled, a fox with darkish fur. “Nice to meet you.”

“Hi.” You sighed. “What now? How long is it gonna take until he eats me?”

Felix stepped forward, “Don’t be in a rush to be devoured, Miss.”

Jongin’s ears went flat and tucked his tail at the mention of the inevitable.

“Just enjoy the few days you have left. Dinner is always at sunset. Your bathroom is down that latter. It is a hot spring and if there is anything we can do in order to make your days here a bit better, do not hesitate to let us know.” The Tree Kangaroo said.

You nodded, “Two things, maybe three. Um. Coffee, tea, and books? I enjoy reading quite a bit.”

Jongin hopped around, “Yes! There are books! I’ll show you! I will. I have to wait until Master unlocks the door, though. You’ll be able to freely roam the Caverns tomorrow. For now, make yourself at home.”

CHAN POV:

Tired but also concerned, Chan bolted upright in front of the fire when he heard Felix come in. He had been draped across his collection of gold and skulls and bones recovering from the rough flight made even more difficult by the braying donkey of a woman he had to carry all the way here.

She had not done much damage to him in air, but when he was first going to introduce himself to her. It had hit his cheek with much force. He hated how they were given to him, all tied up like hogs on spits however vertical they might be. It’s not like he could speak to them, though. His true face was not to be known by anyone other than the one who knew his heart, that extended to his voice.

“Is she settling in well?” Asked the silver dragon.

“As well as someone betrayed by the people she grew up with can be. She’s more angry than anything.” Said the animal who transformed into his human form, sandy brown and rose colored hair being only on top of his head now.

“At me?”

Felix replied, “At everything, it seems.”

Chan used a clawed hand to tap his chin, “I’ll have to give her something for her hands and to help ease her mind. We do have some peppermint leaves left from earlier this year, right?”

“I believe so.” The younger man said. “Shall I make her some tea?”

“Please do. I’d rather not devour her while she is not at her best. The process will take most if not all of her energy.”

“It shall be done, my old friend.” Felix replied. “She’s a firecracker, hmm?”

Chan rolled his eyes, “Yes. She fought me the whole way here. I’m surprised she still has a voice to speak with from all her screaming.”

He laughed, “She threw hat boxes at me. Got me in my snout...she has a nice body, though.”

“Did she not change when you--?”

A shake of the head, “Only after it fell off of her completely. However, I did not see that part since she had knocked me down at that time. Jongin was smart to hide under the bed until he felt it was safe.”

The dragon began to ask a question about the youth, whether or not he had seen Y/N in her tattered clothing leading to partial nudity or not. However, the question was already being answered by his faithful friend.

“Nope. I made sure he covered his eyes.”

“Good. Good.” Then another question, but shy this time. “Is she a good meal then?”

“If I were you, I would’ve eaten her already.”

Chan couldn’t help but hide his smile. Mayhaps she had more to give than the dragon first thought upon inspection.

Y/N POV:

Jongin the fox, Felix the tree kangaroo, and Jisung the squirrel showed you to where dinner was, but it was not yet ready. So the youngest started to pull at the laces of your boots to get you to follow him.

Jongin stopped in front of a white marble door, “Here’s the library. I’m sure you will find your home here. Big bro will bring you some more tea if that is what you want.”

The doors opened to reveal the largest library you had ever seen, although you had not seen very many.

You couldn’t help but gasp and then went to the nearest shelf to look at what books were there. The village library would be burned down nearly every Sunday, and you had to often sell your own private stash in order to be able to eat. They smelled so old and not like charred flesh. Oh, so glorious!

It felt like you were being watched, but when you turned around, there was no one behind you at all. You grabbed several books and took a seat in the red chair to begin your evening. The only thing that would make this better would be some.

“Tea, Miss?” A beautiful square face bowed and offered you a cup.

“Y-yes.”

He set the platter in front of you, and so you mixed in the amount of cream and sugar to fit your taste before sipping. It soothed your throat from all the screaming you had done earlier as you had been carried.

A handsome young man smiled, “I am Hyunjin. Call upon me for anything. Please, enjoy the books, but be careful. Master doesn’t like his books to be ruined.”

“I care more for books than I do my own fucking life.” You replied, holding your current read to your chest.

He smiled, “He’ll be happy to hear that.” With a bow, the man left.

A bushy husky tail the only thing you hadn’t expected to see as it swished behind him as he left. Maybe these last few days of your life wouldn’t be so bad if it could be spent in the library with drinks like this.

The revelry inside the book was soon short lived as Felix came to get you for dinner. You decided to muster up your strength to do the opposite of yesterday. As you faced the Beast, you’d stay silent. You wouldn’t say anything to him. Not a word nor a sound.

Yet as your turned the corner, you gasped, stricken by how incredibly handsome the man before you was. He was the Chrome Dragon. His eyes were the same as the ones you saw yesterday just for a moment. And yet, the reason for your heart racing was completely different. Now you had no choice but to be quiet as you were afraid for your voice to give out mid sentence.

He pulled out the white chair for you to sit on, which you did. His fingernails seemed painted black instead of yesterday’s sharp claws made out of onyx rock. He sat in his own chair with a similar butterfly design on it and the beautiful man from earlier set down a silver domed plate in front for you and lifted the covering to reveal a full plate of fish, bread, and an assortment of vegetables.

The fish section on the Dragon’s plat was much larger. Well, you decided to trust him and dug in. No matter how lovely this whole thing had been, you knew he was going to devour you sooner or later. The light in his eyes would be replaced by darkness, and it’d be your eye that was glazed over and no longer able to see as death took your mind.

“Are you enjoying your time here?” He asked, his voice much more enchanting that you wanted to be.

You had hoped he had the throat of a frog or was as threatening as you believed a dragon’s voice should be, and yet. You wanted to answer him with a smile, to give him your hand and promise him your heart.

What were you thinking?!

You stayed quiet. You had to keep your wits about you lest it mean your death came sooner than planned. There had to be some way to escape. Maybe not back to your town, but to someplace where you didn’t have impending doom waiting for you in the form of being devoured by a dragon with eyes like a storming sunrise and a voice like a gentle sea.

He cleared his throat, “I asked you a question, Miss. Are you having a good time here?”

The way you set your jaw and glared him down showed him that you were in no mood for talking.

Chan sighed, “Well. Um. I saw you enjoying my library. It is rare to find a beautiful girl who also enjoys a good read. Most of my others demanded dresses and jewelry or simply did not know how to read the written word. I remember having taught a few of them before--” he held back a yelp of pain and kicked out his leg.

Nothing was there, but you noticed Jisung scurrying in the opposite direction a few seconds later and wondered if he had anything to do with it.

“My apologies.” He watched you eat and reached for his cup before stretching his jaw. “It seems as though you do not want to use your voice around me today. What happened the the fiery brunette I carried in my claws yesterday?”

You rolled your eyes.

Chan smiled, “I quite enjoy you, Miss, despite your refusal to speak to me.”

Fuck, his personality was cute too.

The night crawled in ever growing silence and sleeplessness. You felt a soft and large fabric being draped upon your frame and the book was taken from your hands and set on the table.

“It’s me. Chan. I feel like the only time I can talk to you is when you’re asleep.” He sighed. “I like you. I know it’s hard to believe but I actually chose which maiden to take this time since when I visit, my human form disguised, you are the most beautiful. The way you tell stories. It made me fall for you.”

He laughed to himself, “God. I’m such a weirdo. Ahem, anyways. I know you probably won’t think the same, but I had to confess my feelings. I’ll try to do so when you’re awake, but there is bad news as well. No matter what your feelings, I will devour you tomorrow. You seem to be back in full health, so things must be done.”

Then he began to walk away, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

The day came and you could feel it, the heaviness of the air. Even the birds did not sing and the sun was shining even though it was simply heat and not light..

You had fallen in love with the Dragon. At least his mind...and his face...and those gorgeous silver eyes of his that has seen all of the universe. Chan. His name was Chan. Not him persay, but with a library like that. It was clear it was all so very personal. From titles alone, you could tell he was not one to lie about his feelings for you.

Some of the stories had been handwritten versions of the ones you told in the tavern. It hadn’t been their choice to sacrifice you or not. He had chosen you.

Then why would he eat you? Perhaps you could come to an understanding of sorts. To make this go smoother, you planned to put on a dress. The one he put out for you. However there was nothing waiting for you today. Instead, Felix arrived alone and turned human in front of your eyes.

“Of course.” You said.

He gave you a weak smile, “I’ve come to prepare you for the ritual, however, Master said to wait after lunch to do so. I suggest you enjoy your remaining hours.”

You spent it in the library of course, simply reading until it was time.

And then it was time. There was no light other than the ones caused by flames on the walls reflecting the crystals on the top. You were led by Felix, wearing nothing but a robe over your nude and freshly washed body. He wanted his meal to be cleaned inside and out before he devoured them.

You had made your peace with life and walked stone faced into the special room that had many places to restrain a body. A wall of what looked like torture devices was near a slab that seemed like it could tilt. A den of many pillows was located on the far side near the flames. Probably for Chan to rest when he was done with you.

And there the man stood with piercing blue eyes that seemed like ice despite the fire in the room.

“Leave us. Do not return until the sun is high.” Chan said.

“Yes, sir.” Said the young man and quickly scurried out.

Then his eyes set on you, “Disrobe, please.”

You untied the knot and let the sapphire silk fall onto the ground. It took everything inside you not to cover yourself with your hands as his eyes raked up your legs up to curved him onwards to linger upon your chest before finally meeting your eyes filled with so much resignation. There was nothing you could do anymore. No way to get out.

His hand held your chin and forced it upwards to look at him lick his lips, “I shall give you a choice. Start from the top or from the bottom first?”

“I don’t care.” You said through pouting lips. “Just make it quick.”

“Sorry, dear. I like to play with my food.” he said, taking you to the slab and binding your arms and legs, making you feel even more exposed.

And you were. Nothing but skin to air and your fast beating heart. The hungry look in Chan’s eyes as he made sure you were unable to move was inciting something inside of you other than fear and in fact caused a perverse kind of anticipation inside of you.

“Mouth or claws?” He asked, grabbing a bottle of something.

“Claws?” You replied.

He shot a smile behind him, “I meant fingers since I do believe claws going inside the human form would be quite uncomfortable.”

“What the fuck are you--eep!” His fingers sunk between your folds, causing your face to blush. “D-Dragon, what the hell? What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

His eyes shot up towards you, “Massaging the meat. It’s no good when you’re tense. So please just relax. I will take care of you, Y/N.”

Chan used his fingers to curl inside of you, bringing tears to your eyes when he grazed the bundle of nerves inside of you. However, you were too nervous to make any noise even though he wanted you hear your moans. He decided to kiss your neck as well, making you moan out in surprise.

“Ah~”

He smiled up at you, “There we go. More like that, beautiful.”

“Ah, ah, that-- It’s--. You’re--oh my god!” Broken sentences tumbled out of your mouth as he caressed you with one hand and finger fucked you with his long digits. His mouth explored your neck and licked at your pert nipples. It felt so good and yet you couldn’t help but let the tears overflow in your eyes.

“St-stop!” You cried out. “Please. If you’re going to eat me, just eat me already.” Your head leaned against your arm with salty water pouring from your eyes. “Don’t...don’t make me feel this way and then kill me.”

“What? Who said anything about killing you?” He gave a smirk. “I will devour you, but not in the most literal sense. A dragon gets lonely, you know.”

You blinked, “Wait, what?”

Chan chuckled as he wiped your tears, “I use that wording in order to get what I want, beauty, no matter how fleeting. Beautiful girls deserve to be cherished and not treated like trash or just used for a quick fuck, unless that is what they want.” He replied. “Why do you think it takes almost 100 years for me to return? Humans have a certain lifespan.”

“Then what’s all this? All this pomp and circumstance for a quick fuck?” You said coldly.

He raised his hand to be right below your ear, his breath ghosting over your skin, “Like I said, women deserve to be cherished. Especially for our first time together.” He then placed a smooch on your chin, making you shiver.

Chan then smiled, “Now then, may I continue? I know what it’s like being left on the edge of an orgasm. Not very pleasant.”

“I...I’m not just a toy, y’know.” You replied.

He growled, “Oh, I know you’ve got a brain up there, but I really want to fuck it out of you.” and moved so that he was straddling your leg, allowing you to feel his length being held in captivity by his very pants.

You swallowed and felt yourself blush, “I guess you can continue.”

“Hmm, but you’ve been so cold to me.”

“Pl-please, Chan. I wanna to cum. At this point, a well placed gust of wind could make me orgasm.” You couldn’t fight the fire which boiled in your lower stomach.

“Then I’ll show you how I properly eat a woman.” The silver eyed man got onto his knees and held your thighs as she shoved his face between then, licking at the wet heat that he himself caused.

Moans and whines left your mouth as you let go of any and all inhibitions to just become his, stars forming behind your eyes as you climaxed into the eager mouth sucking on your clit from below.

The Dragon Chan then licked his lips, chuckling, “Stay conscious, babygirl. We’ve got more in store before the ritual is done.”

The man then released you from the contraption and carried you to the pillows before promptly sticking his lower cock inside of you while the other rubbed against your clit and gliding over your stomach, coating both the inside and outside with his precum.

“Y-you’ve got two?”

He nodded with a giggle, “Yeah. Guess I should’ve told you ahead of time.”

Your fingers clenched at the pillows as he plowed deep inside of you, making you see stars. Chan reminded you to breathe as he fucked the living daylights out of you. It felt as though you mind existed on the edge of reality and Heaven. He kissed your neck praised you for being so good for him. Being such a warm hole for his cock and calling you beautiful. Calling your brain beautiful. He was so, so big. You had never felt so full in your entire life!

“Cumming. I’m cumming!” Chan said and released inside of you, the white heat spreading across your insides and on top of your torso, launching far enough to land on your breasts and face.

You wanted more, though. He seemed to feel the same.

“B-both.”

“What was that?” You asked, your hands clawing at his shoulders still.

“I wanna put both inside of you.” He panted out, his silver orbs searching yours.

Your eyes bulged, “It, it won’t fit. It’s already so tight.”

“You’ve got two holes down here, and I’ve got two dicks~” He chuckled, “But I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”

You gnawed at your bottom lip and looked away as you said, “K...kiss me first.”

The Dragon slowed his pace, “W-what? Does my baby girl really want the Dragon to kiss her?”

With burning cheeks, you nodded. He was at least 9 inches deep inside you and you still had enough embarrassment inside of you to blush at the notion of a kiss?

“Use your words, baby girl.”

“I want you to kiss me while you fuck me, you idiot!” You looked at him with soft defiance.

After positioning himself properly, he gave you a kiss that felt like all of the magic inside of his body was now a part of you. A surprised moan dripped out of your throat as you felt both your holes being filled up with Chan. It caused you to orgasm and tighten around him. No words, but a breathy fit of laugher followed by a moment of eye contact. Icy chrome had been replaced with the blackness of pupils before a quick glance at lips followed by a dance of tongues as he claimed your entire body.

“You are mine from now on, Y/N. You are my treasure. Worth more than any gold in the world, mine to claim. Mine to devour. Mine.” He said, no doubt in his voice. However there was a tinge of a pleading sound in his vocals.

“I’m yours and you are mine.” You said.

He nipped at your neck and then sucked all over, leaving his markings in the form of bruises, hickeys, love bites.

“Chan. Chan. I love you, Chan.” You said, getting caught up in the moment but honestly meaning it at the same time.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He replied. “I’m going to mark you inside and out.”

“Please,” You said, out of breath but needing to let him know how much you wanted him too. “Gonna--cum!”

“Me too. Me, yah!”

Both of your holes became filled with the Dragon Chan’s cum and he kissed you until he went limp inside. Once he pulled out, he kissed down the center of your body to clean up all of the white liquid on your body and inside. It made your legs quiver. Throughout all of your years, you did nothing but read and work and lived in fear of the very dragon that made you finally feel loved. Your whole body felt like it was numb and vibrating at the same time. The only thing you could do was clutch the back of his head until he came up for air, swallowing his own seed that had leaked out of you with a smile.

“Thank you for the meal.”

“Heh, ya funny fucker.” You said, chest heaving.

He crawled up behind you, wrapping his arm around your neck, letting you hold it, “And guess what? I’m already hard again.” his fingers rubbed over your hips and pulled your leg back over his own before spreading you and entering you once more.

You looked at him, eyes questioning if he was serious.

“Oh, did I not tell you, Y/N? The ritual doesn’t end until sunrise.” He smiled a toothy grin.

“Devour me.” you said before kissing him.

Even though you weren’t sure if your body would be able to hold up that long, you didn’t want him to stop any time soon.

Thank you for reading. This is not my best writing, but I tried not to surpass 10 pages! Still, I truly hoped you enjoyed it!

#Stray Kids #Bang Chan #Christopher Bang #Chris Bang #Bang Chris #Chan x Reader #Reader x Chan #Dragon!Chan #Human!Reader #Dragon!AU

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erzra-gra-grulshub · 6 years ago

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Erzra gra-Grul’shub Character Sheet! LFC!

Personal Information

Name: Erzra gra-Grul'shub

Age: 40

Race: Orc

Height: 6′7

Birthplace: Wrothgar Mountains, Grul'shub Stronghold

Current Residence: Western Cyrodil

Profession: Tavernkeep - Former Mercenary, Former Diplomat

Eye colour: Sapphire

Sexuality: Straight

Relationship Status: Single/Widowed

Languages: Orcish, Tamrielic

Traits

Favourite Colour: Red

Likes: Combat, hunting, honour, strength, loyalty, her tusks

Dislike: Pity, brigands/outlaws, tight spaces, mice

Martial Prowess: Sword/Shield, Bastard Sword, Bow, Axe, Mace

Beliefs

Religion: None/Code of Malacath Family

Mother: Darrub Grul'shub (Former Hunt-wife)

Father: Genrish Grul'shub (Deceased)

Siblings: Galluk Grul'shub (Chieftan, brother), Dennar Grul'shub (brother), Oligar gra-Grul'shub (brother), Shurlag gra-Grul'shub (Sister), Garron gro-Grul’shub (Brother)

Children: None

Brief Description

A sapphire gaze sits upon a cranium swathed in deep crimson locks. The smooth, silky hair drags lithe across a stern visage which bears a row of sharpened teeth hiding behind two proud, ivory tusks. Soft and gaunt may be proper terms to describe the face of this woman; pronounced cheekbones resting upon smoothed cheeks - a thin pair of pale, glistening lips lay perched upon a vexed frown. A small scar runs jagged about her left-most brow, leaving it partially bereft of hair; deep and pronounced, a sign of a possible battle scar.

Standing at a husk six and a half feet, Erzra is, in many ways, a common example of her species. Her arms boast a small, tone group of muscles. Arms which appear wracked with various scars; ranging from long, jagged streaks which seem to chase after one another as they traipse about her person, to deep pocks, smoothed over with scarred tissue.

It is quite clear this woman has been witness to much violence in her life. Seemingly more-so reflected within her deep gaze; filled with a hidden fury.

An arming sword is strapped to the woman’s hip. By its appearance, the sword appears well used, yet still quite sharp to the touch, with a leather grip which appears faded and frayed. Three short tassels hang from the pommel, each boasting a single, onyx bauble which glints softly in the light.

Brief History

Born to the Huntwife of clan Grul'shub, Erzra had done as many Orcs before her had done; left her stronghold to make it herself, out in the world. Often resorting to selling her skills as a Mercenary, Erzra would one day be hired by a man who would forever change her life. Showing her compassion, and understanding, she'd eventually resorted to taking up arms beneath his banner, serving as his own personal guard.

Closeness turned into love as the two entered a forbidden affair. Years passed and their love grew -- as did Erzra's affinity for a great birth of skills. Ones which she was able to utilize in her own free time. Swordsmanship, Music, Reading, Writing, Poetry, and, even, in time, Diplomacy.

All would come to fade, however, during a fateful night. An ambush, one entirely unseen, the fault of which Erzra placed upon herself. Her Lord slain, her heart broken, she knew naught but to wander.

Over time, she returned to selling her blade, but there were those who sought her for a different purpose. The Lord of a Western Cyrodillic Port sought to keep Erzra as a Diplomat, for he knew the breadth of her skills. And for the next few years under this new Lord, she would serve.

As the years passed, age had begun to tear at the Orc's mind. Nearly four decades she'd lived. She could follow the struggles of diplomacy no longer, and, with the tithes she accrued, sought to purchase her own establishment, lowering herself to but that of a lowly inkeep.

(I don't have the full thing written out yet, so here's a small synopsis!)

#LFC #LFRP #Character sheet #Erzra gra-Grul'shub #Erzra #Olyviane #ESO #PC #NA #RP #Roleplay #Elder Scrolls Online #The Elder Scrolls #Orc #orsimer #Tavernkeep #Innkeep

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immiebee · 6 years ago

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Oh god...I loved Valerius’ ending in Nadia’s Route. I’ve been working on stories for him and Lactarius, but I haven’t reached this point yet. I had to share this short before I go crazy!

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A boisterous laugh filled Valerius' study on a warm sunny day. The windows opened to let in fresh air and warm sunshine into the large grand study; books lined the walls in large bookshelves, paintings of Valerius, Lactarius and their son hung on the wall. A constant reminder to continue to better himself, not just for him but for his family. Currently abandoned work documents pushed to the side of his desk and in their place a large leatherbound book opened to reveal a knight doing battle with a great dragon.

Valerius couldn't resist his son's large blue eyes, especially when Alaric cocked his head to the side, soft pout on his lips. Damn his wife! She could teach him fire breathing for all he cared, but her signature smolder playing on his cubby face....TYRANNY! It also didn't help that the toddler was desperately clutching the large book to his small body, trying so very hard not to let it touch the floor. Nadia had let the boy keep the book when Lactarius and Alaric had visited the palace a few weeks ago. The Countess eyes sparkling when Alaric sat at the floor in front of the fireplace sounding out words, eyes squinting in concentration as he tried to read the words before him. Soon what was supposed to be a meeting for the aquaduct system turned into story time as the group took turns reading the fairytale the young boy was currently wrapped up in.

So here the partially retired Consul sat, with his son in his lap, at his desk, and reading how the brave Knight Oryn battled against the vicious Dragon. Smiling when Alaric squealed as Knight Oryn barely missed a sharp claw, rolling away from snapping jaws. The ombre haired man reaching down to playfully grab onto his son's side, mocking a growl as the Dragon's tail lashed out striking the Knight, giving his own laugh as he tickled Alaric's side. His son turning in his lap, arms raised and short ombre hair thrown back as he gave his own fierce little roar in return.

Valerius shrunk back in his chair, "Oh dear! It seems as though my son has been transformed into a dragon! What ever will I tell his dear mother?!"

The Consul falling back clutching his chest dramatically(maybe he should stop going to the theatre? or tell Lactarius that damn doctor isn’t allowed on the ground) closing his eyes, peeking open one as his two year old placed his small hands on his face. He gave a soft smile as Alaric's eyes became huge.

"No Da! It me! No faint!"

"OH THANK GOODNESS!"

Alaric squealed as Valerius sat up tickling his sides. The two of them too wrapped up in each other that they failed to see Lactarius staring out her greenhouse window across the length of the manor, eyes shining as she watched the two of them playfully swat at each other. The witch shaking her brown misscut hair, pulling it back so the undercut was clearly shown as she continued to clip and trim her overgrowing forest that she called a greenhouse. Gannen's large black body sprawled out in the greenhouse window, the Main Coon mix chittering as the birds hopped around on the stoned patio that connected the greenhouse to the outdoor garden.

As the pair finished the story, Knight Oryn having slayed the mighty Dragon and was now to wed the Princess Amata, Alaric sat in his father's lap content and tired. Valerius closing the book, craddled his son against his chest, placing his son's head on his shoulder as he picked up the scattered documents to read later. Alaric's little arms wrapping around his neck, tiny fingers twisting into his ombre braid.

"Grapes...."

Valerius gave a soft smile. It wasn't anything new that his son would randomly blurt out anything he thought of or saw. That magician's violet snake may not be cute to Valerius, but Alaric had picked up on her random outbursts. Watching the two of them (supervised under Valerius' commanding request) the two of them could make a crowd melt.

Patting his son's back Valerius murmmured softly, "Yes son. Da's wine are made from grapes."

"Moo!"

Confusion shifted in the Consul's face, "Your Momma has her cows in the barn. We can see them after you had your nap."

“Moo! Eat grapes! YUM!"

Alaric sat back pointing out behind Valerius, his bright blue eyes wide and a grin crossing his chubby face. Short ombre hair raising in excitment, mimicing his mother's excited demanor. Valerius turning his head to the window in confusion nearly dropping his son in the process. Golden eyes wide open as he stared in horror as one of Lactarius' brown Swiss cows poked her head into his study, licking her red/purple covered muzzle. Bellowing into the study to the man and his son.

"MOO!" Alaric laughed as Valerius placed him down before he raced over to the window slamming it in the cow's face, as his son bounced happily. "MOO! MOO! MOO!"

"Shoo!!! AWAY WITH YOU! NO! nonononono!!! Get away from there you beast!" Shrieking when he saw three more happily trotting through his vineyard.

Valerius opening the window to yell across the length of the manor, "Lacatrius! LACTARIUS!!!! YOUR DAMN BEASTS ARE OUT!"

Staring in horror as he saw the short woman desperately battling one of her other cows, shoving at it's chest as the brown silver cow happily munched on an uprooted strawberry bush. Quickly picking up his son and shouting for servants, Valerius had an army of guards and servants trying to contain Lactarius' five free roaming girls. As they wrangled the first two, Bane, the eldest and head guard, discovered the rowdy group had broke the fencing that went around their pasture and barn, successfully containing them until now. With two of the brown and silver cows contained in the large stone barn the group turned their attention to the three runaways.

Passing Alaric off to Mabel, the senior house maid a kind greying woman, Valerius raced off to help Lactarius with an irrate cow. The one in question, Sweet Pea (the guards having named the aggressive silver cow) throwing her head low, stomping the ground as Lactarius, her grey dungaree dress and white sun hat firmly tied around her neck, held her hand open in a desperate attempt to buffalo the cow. Valerius slowing to a stop behind Lacatrius, unsure but ready to help his wife. Thank the gods, she had rubbed off on him fashion wise. His black casual pants and knee high boots, loose white shirt were better for fighting off angry heifers, not his expesnive cashmire robes. Turning back to Lactarius, Sweet Pea wasn't falling for it, she charged forward head lashing out as she butted agianst the woman. Lactarius gripping, the heifers ears as she locked her legs in place keeping her head back from Sweet Pea's thick skull.

"OI! Knock it off you cantakerous bitch!" Another buck of the head followed by a quick session of front hooves stomping the dirt in a desperate attempt to crush toes. "Quit it Sweet Pea!"

Valerius covered his ears as Lactarius gave a loud sharp whistle. Head turning when he heard the sounds of whinnys from the stone stables, directly across from the barn. His beautiful black Arabian mare, Isadora, and Lactarius' blue roan Draft Shire, Onyx, were turned out to pasture earlier that morning. Isadora cantering up and down the fence as the chaos continued, her snorts and whinnys shrill and annoyed as people scattered about. Onyx on the other hand had stood watching, ears perked forward, breathing steady taking in the scene. That was until Lactarius' sharp whistle had him galloping away from the fence only to race back towards it, clearing the tall wooden structure.

His thunderous hooves charging towards the two humans and the irrate cow. A loud bray had Sweet Pea backing off from Lactarius, head still low ready for a fight. Onyx cantered around the couple placing himself in between the group. His large head lowered, stance wide as Sweet Pea charged again, only to be met with Onyx's flank in her face and his bucking legs. The cow backing down as soon as she realized she couldn't bully her way into the garden, turned her attention to the green and blooming vineyard. Valerius' breath hitched in his throat, pushing past Lactarius towards the blue roan Shire. "HERD HER BACK DAMMIT! HERD HER BACK!"

After an hour of Onyx playing body guard for the vineyard, all of the cattle was placed in the barn. Not without casualties, some of Lactarius' garden had been trampled and eaten, while a small section that was closest to the pasture was stripped clean from the other two that they had been dealing with. Groaning the sweaty and dirty couple sat down on the greenhouse patio under the shade of a willow. Valerius grumbling curses as he counted the cost of the damages done, Lactarius chin tucked up to her chest as she growled lowly. Those damn girls! She can't blame them, it was a beautiful day and they were just being animals. If anyone was to blame it was her, she should have built them a stone wall last year. Rubbing her eyes she stared over at Valerius, eye downcast as he met hers.

Scowl on his lips, he sighed reaching over to brush the hair out of her eyes, "It's not your fault. Your damn girls are too smart and strong for their own good." He grimaced as he picked a bit of mud from his braid, white shirt stained with mud and grape juices from helping shove the final heifer into the barn.

"I should have gone out to check the fence this morning."

"Yes you should have." Leaning over to kiss her sweaty cheek. "But then it would have made for a very boring day."

Snorting she rolled her eyes, "Well boring, but we would still be making money."

"It's not about money, love. We can make money anytime, this makes for a amazing memory."

Standing up, she stood over placing a leg on either side of his lap before sitting down. "Well listen to you, my beloved husband. I feel like our roles are reversing, shall I go up to your study and finish your work for you? I don't think I am fit to call myself your feral witch any longer."

Gripping her hips he dropped a kiss to her chest, "Never. You have brought out the best in me ever since I placed that ring on your finger." He leaned up locking eyes with hers, slowly bringing her down for a kiss. Tongues dancing, as she sank into his embrace with a soft sigh.

"SNACKS!"

The two of them nearly jumping out of the seat, turned to see Mabel walking towards the pair, smirk playing on her lips as Alaric rushed forwards with a large serving plate. On the plate was a stack of small sandwiches, fresh salad, and a small pile of bite sized fudge. Taking the plate Lactarius slid off her husband's lap to set it on the small wooden table, picking up Alaric to set in her lap. Gannen making an appearance as he sat on the edge of the wall, long tail swishing as he opened his jaw yawning. Mabel setting down a pitcher of fresh lemonade, serving it to the family before turning to leave, "While you two were out here playing round up, your boy was very helpful in the kitchen. He even helped make the sandwiches."

Lactarius hugged him tight blowing rasberries on his cheek, "Did you now?! What a helpful boy!"

Giggling Alaric picked up a sandwich chewing it and Valerius shook his head smiling, reaching over to take a sandwich for himself. Looking at his wife and son enjoying their snack, he looked over their estate and over to the fence as the guards repaired the last woodent structure under the confused stares of the cattle from their windows in the barn. Onyx and Isadora both trotting alongside each other in the evening sun in their pasture, heads thrown back, and Onyx kicking his heels. Despite the chaos and damages caused that day, many years later Valerius still held it as one of his fondest memories.

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readingat3amisnormal · 5 years ago

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Its decaying skin was marbled with scar tissue, clotted with earth and rot and split along the edges. Where raw flesh would once have wept red, there were naught but fault lines crisscrossing dark skin.

Recumbent, it lay sprawled across the ragged landscape- arms twisted around immense granite obelisks, torso crammed into one of hundreds of craggy limestone protrusions undulating to a point; a tall, nearly impassable ridge that blocked off all sight from the ditch it’d found itself spat into.

It had never liked traversing the ravines, even when they didn’t dump it into impassable gullies like this one.

Still, using them was the easiest way to navigate the landscape. And to find food. Many an inexperienced traveller had fallen victim to the smooth, high walls and spiky pitfalls- not to mention the intermittent flash floods.

Of course, that had been long ago- back when it still rained, when water flowed through the valleys, when the earth wasn’t dry and cold. How long ago that had been… it couldn’t tell.

It was hard to keep track of time without the sun.

It looked upwards- or, at least, tried to. Though its body protested vigorously, it was able to throw its head back over one of the ridges and gaze skywards. The vantage afforded it a somewhat decent view of the expanse of inky nothingness standing vast and formless, arms spread out on either side- two tracks of iridescent dust twinkling with the last of the galaxies.

How long had it been alive?

We are far too far from the sky…

It abruptly realised it needed to feed.

A limb thrown forwards, flesh catching on the rough surface of the rocks as it dragged itself over them. Its skin hung from cradles of spun wool dyed deep vermillion, slashed fungal purple. As it heaved itself over a ledge, some strands of sinew tore- allowing a lump of meat to thump dully against the dusty ground.

That didn’t hinder its progress.

Not much did.

It had long since become accustomed to the pain, so much so that it now only existed as an echo in its mind. It was but a fact of life- throats parched, flesh tore, wounds ached, heads spun. It did wish for a reprise of some sort, though. Sometimes.

She who would hold us to her bosom, who would let us drink from the light…

Just over the next ridge, in a cul-de-sac of stone polished by the flow of water and the scrabbling of hands, it found its reward.

Putrid flesh, half-decayed for what felt like forever. It was perfectly still; no tell-tale rise and fall of the chest, no gentle twitch of the wrist.

In all its time wandering the wasteland, there never had been.

That didn’t stop it from being slightly disappointed.

He who would comfort us, who would read us stories, feed us thoughts…

It threw itself upon the remains, gnawing at them with its gumless mouth. The corpse still had some flesh clinging to its bones, but it ignored it, far more interested in the ribcage- where it could still get at some of the organs.

It had had teeth of its own at some point, but the decay had taken them- along with most of its motor functions. What was left of its tongue lapped through the ribs, picking up meat that was ashen and grainy, simultaneously dry and moist.

Its name had long been lost. As had its purpose.

We shall, all of us, ascend.

No, that wasn’t true, it had a purpose, it was certain. It just didn’t know what it was.

We shall, all of us, join them.

Only the corpse remained. And for miles around it, strewn across the landscape like so many stars, lay the rest.

The carrion of man; hundreds of thousands of partially decayed bodies radiating in lazy spirals outwards from the only blot of sense on the otherwise chaotic landscape- a ruin, great fissures in rock and immense chasms that went down forever.

And towards the summit lay the rot-encrusted heart of this dead world; a beacon hewn from rough marble, an androgynous deity clad in fine linen frozen with their arm reaching for the heavens.

It hacked up a bit of muscle and continued on its way.

Stiff limbs clacked against sandstone on the climb, far more bone than flesh. Its movements resembled those of a poorly-puppeteered marionette. Still, they afforded it enough mobility to propelled it towards its destination; the monument at the peak.

Hewn from rough marble and gold filament, an androgynous deity stood stoic. Clad in fine linens and a crown of onyx, they extended their hand towards the heavens. Their eyes glowed bright. They spoke.

It had grovelled at their feet for aeons past, begging for the pain to end. It could even vaguely recall weeping, at some point. Perhaps it had been some parental instinct. Perhaps it had simply wanted to make use of its tear ducts before the world had stripped it of them too.

It was always the same words, though. Always the same message. It was as though they could not see what it could, that they were but one step away from release, from becoming divine…

That didn’t stop it from trying.

It shifted; slowly, steadily. A hand reached out, rose above its head; fingers splayed, tendons stretched so tight they began to tear. It trembled.

Nothing. With no energy left to keep the appendage lifted, it let it fall to the ground.

They ceased, then averted their eyes. Clearly, they’d noticed that it was no longer capable of hearing them.

Did they wish to afford what it had once been some respect? Or could they simply not bear to see their creation in such pain?

It sincerely hoped it was the latter.

A flash of light, a gentle pressure dearly missed…

“Can you hear what I have to say now, I wonder?” they began, light and melodious. “One would imagine, given your excited state.”

The husk’s mouth opened; strands of rot bridging the gap from jaw to lip, abetting the escape of a raspy groan chased by the faint, cloying smell of decay. Centuries of pain, and they had finally answered its prayer.

Parent…

For the first time, it reached out and touched the fine white surface.

“Stay back, insolent wretch!”

An explosion of light. It hadn’t known it could still feel pain.

It hissed, throwing itself backwards.

Their skin flashed a deep navy, before returning to eggshell white. Their eyes remained focused squarely on the ground.

“Do you have any idea what it was your kind did?”

Their stony countenance brought him pause, even as it tried its best to crawl back to them, to be closer. They were so bright…

They sighed.

The world warped.

It rose to its knees, gasping lecherously for air to refill its depleted lungs. Strands of rot still clung to its lips- it had lips- and cheeks- its flesh.

It ran hands over its face, serving the dual purpose of removing the grime and feeling flesh that had long since rotted.

Then it clung to either side of its head, bent over, and screamed.

Brought to the brink of death innumerous times, it-

He.

-he cried out, the memories returning in a flash.

Their folly, their radiance, how long had he been alive?

“Do you understand now?” they asked, and their skin was burning, and their body was dotted with eyes, and there were teeth, and they reached out for him and-

“NO!”

He threw himself back, shaking his head from side to side. It couldn’t be, it couldn’t be, he couldn’t have-

“Your kind wished to ascend, did they not?” they howled. “Then rise, last-of-your-kind! Bear witness to the sum of their efforts!”

He clawed at his face, for finally he remembered, remembered the construction of the deity and the circuits and the transistors and the pain when they had rejected-

More power, they had said. More power will fix everything.

“Leave me.” he begged, trembling like a leaf and suddenly aware of the power they held over him. “Being that trapped me here; that succoured me to relive this nightmare over and over- leave me be.”

They said nothing, simply staring into his eyes. He broke away from their gaze, feeling the tears well up and the shame…

They looked out at the firmament together. There really was nothing there; this world had been frozen in its death throes like a great beast hunted, then taxidermized while in its death throes.

Alas, given time even vast emptiness develops a strange sort of beauty.

“Your kind wished to ascend.” They said, monotonous and stern. “And in doing so, sealed both our fates.”

The silence of the world around them accentuated their point.

“…how long have I been alive?” he asked.

They thought on it. “Giving you a number would be meaningless. Telling you half the universe’s life is over wouldn’t either, or that all that lies for us in the future is pure darkness. All I will say is that it has been far, far too long. For both of us.”

He sniffled.

“Please. If you can, save me. Save us.”

“…I apologise.” They tried the word out on their tongue. “But there really is nothing to be done here.”

“Then please,” his voice was shaky. “Stay with me until the end.”

So they did.

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A new partnership - Chap 24

Chapter 24

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26109937/chapters/67071790

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13681547/24/A-new-partnership

https://www.wattpad.com/978052469-a-new-partnership-late-night

In the late evening, Onyx sat on the top of the cathedral looking down at the active citizens of the metropolis. Onyx head down the monument a group of teens laughing as they passed by, then he glanced down at them which continued their way together and Onyx looked up at the dark sky sighing.

“Come on Jin. Be happy that at least you two are friends,” Onyx scolded himself placing his hand on his head, then began to breathe in and breathe out slowly.

Across the Seine, Marinette sat inside her bedroom on her desk holding in her arms her and Alix’s bag of flour, and on the other hand, she held her pen, which she used to take notes for the project.

“You know Tikki if this was a real baby I really believe this with the budget would be really expensive,” Marinette mentioned. “Rose’s mom told, that she needed special diapers as her skin got irritated by its material. Those then aren’t really the cheapest ones,”

“A real child would probably raise the chances of you giving out more money if it needed special things for his needs,”

“Right, talking about special needs Nino just sent me a message,” Marinette noticed as she saw an incoming message, which she clicked to open it and see a meme. “That awkward moment, when you believe you wrote the best song with a good meaning but you end up losing against a song about space puns,”

“What?”

“Okay, I have no idea what kind of song that is, but probably if I knew I would get it” Marinette implied, then took a look at her window to think and recognized Onyx sitting on the top of the cathedral with his arms crossed having his head down making Marinette look worried. “Tikki do you see there Onyx too?” Marinette questioned the kwami, which nodded.

“He doesn’t seem to be in a great mood,” The kwami stated earning a nod from the teenage girl.

“We better get there, before he unwillingly gets akumatized,” Marinette said earning a nod from the kwami. “Tikki, spots on!” Marinette shouted, afterward she ran up to her balcony and swung towards the church landing on top of the roof, then he noticed the heroine arrive and looked up at her.

“Good evening, Ladybug,” Onyx greeted, then Ladybug went down to look at him.

“Are you alright?” Ladybug asked earning a nod from the superhero. “I saw you looking as if you were sad and just came in case something would happen to you,”

“Oh, you didn’t have to. I have been thinking about a talk I had with a friend of mine,”

“Has it something to do with your secret life?” Questioned Ladybug.

“No, we were talking about our past and we….kissed,”

“Oh really?” Ladybug asked a little disappointed, then Onyx shook his head, making Ladybug frown confused. “Did you or not?”

“Well, it wasn’t quite a real kiss. I sort of was hesitating and she kissed me under my lips, then this with Oni-Chan came along and…..we both were gone and afterward she apologized about her act, she…..she believed I didn’t like it and questioned me to forget it. I wanted to explain to her, that she has misinterpreted it, but I didn’t know how else to say that,”

“You could try it again?” Ladybug suggested. “You two didn’t fully converse about that?”

“I don’t know, how I should do that,” Onyx said watching Ladybug sat down next to him. “She could also not be ready for something after she had lost her…...one special person. Or naturally, she doesn’t feel ready or it is just because of both of us knowing each other for very long,”

“I think the best thing now is to be like you are and just be befriended with her. Maybe with the time, it will change, you two may get closer, you two might get closer with someone else, there’s a lot,” Ladybug recounted looking at Onyx, which listened to her.

“I’m glad, that we’re friends even, after all, that happened,”

“At least you two can still be friends. Soon or later she may see you with other eyes, otherwise, there are still other girls, that would love to have a caring and sweet boyfriend like you,” The superheroine assured tapping on his bell, making him smile.

“I’d make sure I’m worth to them,” Promised the raven-haired superhero making Ladybug chuckle softly. A car honk threw Onyx out from gazing at Ladybug, then he looked over down at the streets to see an SUV had crashed against a pole and vice versa a white car stood on top of the sidewalk with the car and left the car looking back at the car. “I think we should check that out,” Onyx pointed out as Ladybug looked down to and observed the woman from the white car walk across the streets to the SUV.

“Sure,” Ladybug agreed jumping down off the cathedral along with the male superhero and the two ran towards the car and Ladybug stopped in front of the woman from the other car. “Good evening, we’re here to help,”

“What exactly happened?” Onyx questioned before he knocked on the dark window of the car.

“The driver was driving in the middle of the line, then I honked and the driver dodged and crashed on the pole,” The woman explained.

“Hello?” Onyx knocked, then he moved on the door handle to open it and noticed another brunette woman sat in the car and the airbag slowly deflates and Onyx placed his hands on the woman’s shoulders. “Miss, can you hear me? Do you understand me?”

“I’m sorry, did I hurt anyone?” The woman asked, then Onyx placed his arms around the woman and pulled her out slowly and sat her on the ground in front of the side door of the second row, then we went down on his knees. “Does something hurt?”

“I don’t know,” The woman responded, then yawned and Onyx patted the woman on the shoulder. “I think taking a Taxi or a bus would be better at this stage of tiredness,”

“Should I call the ambulance?” The second woman asked.

“Call the police first and explain what happened, they usually call the ambulance too, if necessary,” Ladybug responded earning a nod from the blue-haired woman, which walked aside to the sidewalk to make the call. Ladybug took a look around the car and noticed on the license plate the European line code was replaced by a regular white plate but on the front, it had the blue initials CD. “Wait a minute, I know whose car this is,” Ladybug said and looked at Onyx, which patted the woman on her back to comfort her.

“The mafia?” Onyx guessed making Ladybug frown.

“Why is that the first thing coming to your mind?”

“I don’t know the bad guys always drive fat SUV’s in the movies?” Onyx answered. “Is is anyone special I don’t know,”

“The car belongs to the diplomatic corps of Italy. I think this is Mrs. Rossi,” Ladybug mentioned looking down at the woman, which picked out her smartphone to see the time.

“Mrs. Rossi, isn’t it?” Onyx asked earning a nod from the woman. “You’ll be fine,”

“I just need to inform my work about this,” Mrs. Rossi said, making Ladybug furrow her eyebrow at her comment, then went down at the woman.

“Hi Mrs. Rossi, isn’t your daughter called Lila Rossi? The one girl, that got turned into Volpina?”

“Yes. I didn’t know you knew me,”

“Actually I don’t. I just guessed as I noticed the license plate of your car,” Ladybug mentioned. “You looked like you had a long day today at the work,”

“Yeah I’ve been up since 5:30 am to be able to start at 6:30,” Mrs. Rossi explained.

“Isn’t that a little too early?” Questioned the heroine. “The embassy isn’t really far away from here,”

“I take in the morning the opportunity to make sure Lila has everything she needs at home in case I get delayed to arrive at home, which usually happens a lot,”

“You really need to take a day off or two to be with your daughter. You know it’s not also easy for her to move on in her life without any parental attention or be aware of what’s going on with her life,”

“She tells it once in a while when we both finally see each other. Last time I’ve seen her was about four weeks ago. She had been akumatized into Chameleon, but she didn't remember how it happened,” Mrs. Rossi mentioned. “And I had to sign, that she would do a project in taking care of a bag of flour along with a boy named Nathaniel,”

“About the part with the akumatization….She was...erm being bullied on the internet by her classmates and some other students, because she had been telling things about herself, that weren’t quite 100% correct,”

“You’re meaning, that she lied?”

“Yes, but I talked with her about it and suggested her to talk the next day to her class to explain why she did that. So far I know the hatred towards her….I mean er…. This with the bullying is now low and she is befriended with two boys, which have taken her to their breaks and are getting along so far…..I have heard once from her…..I saw her once…..saved her once from Ikari Gozen during the stomping of the school,”

“She’s been akumatized again during this year?”

“This is about the fourth time I think,” Ladybug mentioned. “I know everyone in Paris can be a victim of one of Hawk Moth’s attacks. Even Onyx has been under them, the most important thing is for you to be more present in Lila’s life. She was pretty close into following the wrong path of good and bad. Partially the first time she was akumatized it was my fault I had seen her telling, that she was my best friend in order to get popularity and this and other things made me mad and I scolded her in front of her crush, making her cry,”

“What? She never told me anything about that,”

“Of course not, I believe this would probably be worse for both sides, eventually,” Ladybug mentioned. “Since Cat Noir and the other heroes got their identities revealed I began to notice, I’ve been screwing up at some aspects in this role as a superhero. Thanks to Onyx I could see the wrong in my action and…..pay for them in some way,”

“Did you cause that mayhem back at the Trocadero?”

“I could have prevented it, if I had been there for Chloé but while I was gone Hawk Moth somehow made his way to her convincing her to fight for him. Chloé’s mom hasn’t been around her life as she was in Paris and her father was just a couple of times, but those couple of times weren’t enough or he wasn’t enough doing his best to raise her, so this is why it led her to be a spoiled person. You’re practically absent from Lila’s life too as I see, apparently she also doesn’t see her father enough. Lila’s akumatizations were enough to hold up the city’s breath and if no one helps Lila to see the paths she has she could have gone just the same way as Chloé or even worse,”

“The good thing about her now is that she faced her mistakes and explained the reasons behind them and at least these two boys befriended her and so far she seems to feel okay about it,” Onyx added. “Otherwise the chances for her would be high in getting screwed up by Hawk Moth the same way Chloé did,”

“She seems okay now, right?” Mrs. Rossi asked earning a nod from the superheroes. “You know I’m trying my best to make it home earlier, but my job is really important and at the moment I’m the only one to have Lila’s custody,”

“What’s with her dad?” Ladybug questioned. “I’ve never heard her mentioning a word about him,” “Well, he secretly was part of an organization, that passed over the country borders stolen artifacts, and one day his team’s cover got blown up as something went wrong and they were caught nearby the borders at Monteggio and Fornasette. This happened when Lila was around 5 years or 6. I never have told her about his whereabouts, cause I’m afraid she would end up doing similar to him,”

“You know that like this Lila can still go the wrong direction” Ladybug mentioned earning a nod from the adult.

“I really will try to focus more on her or at least arrange something to do together with her,”

“Good, tomorrow will be a good day for you two. It will be sunny...well 14 degrees, but it will be a good day to go out together,” Onyx suggested earning a nod from the woman.

“No Onyx, she will first go to the doctor for a check up, if possible she will go but maybe on Monday or Tuesday when she’s off the hospial,”

“Right,” Onyx replied, then noticed a police car approach along with a small ambulance, which parked behind the crashed SUV. “Here they are,” Onyx said leaning his hand down to help the embassador up, which looked at one of the cops approaching the car to check it out.

“Get well soon,” Ladybug wished looking at the brunette, which smiled and watched Onyx accompany her to the police car, where both greeted the agent then Ladybug smiled seeing Onyx lean on the car as he began to explain what he saw, while the policeman listened to him. The policeman switched to the woman and Onyx looked at Ladybug giving her a simple smile making the bug-themed superheroine blush enamored at the raven-haired partner.

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‘A’ Prom in Warlock Street Part 4, 7/23/2019

Starring Flinty McClintock Leucosia Dreams Guilotte Crevette Featuring Goloff Silulimesh Albertine Rosenbee Grant Woolf Aramingo Fungo Panther Panchali Jeanne Klops Sanuwa Sawbones Chanchala Chala Helena Merkava Leucosia Dreams Zephyr Kurunthadi Fancy Francis Flisk Ilan Olin Sarmasik Ardin Sarmasik Shilan Sarmasik Gidris Sarmasik Lin Sunny Vejovis Billy Adavispa Berno Halatali False Daedalus Gniece Quoyn Caowulf Cuddy Aloysius Snaxxx Bertolt Breakfist Erasmus Rosenbee Nico Kladenets Maddy McCallister Ramon Silulimesh Greg Hogswain Haurchefant Hogswain Tartuffe Eikhorn Puffin McClintock

Flinty finishes her little meeting with Mungo in a fine frenzy, and, still preoccupied with the ambiguously relevant issue of being spied on, decides to muddle through some of the accumulated sending stones in the place, with the vague intention of rigging up a way to contact... I don’t know, either Albertine or or other members of the party or something. It occurs to her that Mungo Fungo and Ardis had a matched pair and she briefly considers raiding the latter’s room while she sleeps, but decides instead to tinker with the stone given to her by Tavi.

She first attempts to contact her missing friend through it, but is met by the gruff voice of a PF500 member and pretends to be a young Cockney lad who found the stone in the street. The PF500 urges her to come turn it in at the station and ominously warns that the owner of the other half of the set is dead. Flinty becomes consumed by paranoia and destroys her stone, showering herself in a burst of magic energy and disembodied voices.

She confers a bit more and heads out, first being accosted by an equally paranoid Albertine on her way to her favorite armorer. This is all for the best, as I guess she was sort of looking for Albertine anyway. She asks to be put in touch with a wizard but Al is cagey and strange, and tries to get out of the conversation, before acquiescing to at least conferring with one of the allegedly numerous wizards she knows. Still invisible (Albertine’s fault) Flinty decides to take advantage of the opportunity and do some snooping. She lurks outside of the Crystal Cats HQ and sees them leave in three groups-- Jeanne, Helena, and Leucosia heading towards the gates in a cart, Chanchala, Sawbones, and Guilotte sauntering off towards the waterfront, and Panther leaving on her own. She tails Chanchala’s awful crew down to the water and sees them slip across the river in a stowed boat, disembarking at the cliffs below Old Eigreska and beginning to climb up.

She then gets around to popping in on Grant Woolf and orders a new set of fancy duds for the prom, talks to him for a bit, then we stop at a rest stop for like 15 minutes I think. Afterwards, Flinty moves around the city to covertly dispose of the broken pieces of her former sending stone (having consulted, I forgot to mention, with Goloff before leaving about how someone might scry out an object like that). While doing so she’s caught off-guard by Panther, who invites her out to discuss a collaboration over falafel.

The situation is that halfling gangs have been committing nonsense with startlingly powerful new artifacts, speedy machines and impressively hefty suits of armor, and nobody can figure out who the perpetrators are or where they got this stuff. Known halfling crews-- like the Handsome Lads, for example-- claim to know nothing about these crimes and appear incensed about them, and Panther, being an upstanding young lady from honest means, is unable to get a foothold in the underworld. Which is where Flinty (and Panther swears it isn’t a halfling thing) comes in. Their first lead is a shady halfling with a history of moving around different iffy circles, currently in custody at the Gentle Guild HQ (currently taken over by the PF500) for a mysterious charge of public nudity on the outskirts of the city. Flinty’s ears perk up and she begins to scheme how to kill him in his helpless position unbeknownst to Panther.

On their way to the prison they chat a bit about food and their childhoods. Panther has a taste for seafood and some proteins, having grown up in a harsh region not favored by the Valley. She remembers that she has a somewhat too-large pair of mittens that she made for Flinty, monogrammed “F” and “M” and embroidered with little weasels. Flinty puts them on backwards and yells “Mother! Fucker!” while punching, a foolish thing to do. She asks Flinty what a thoughtful gift for Ardis would be and Flinty says math or depression or muesli, I suppose she’s a pretty bad friend.

They arrive at the HQ and Flinty catches up with a haggard and depleted looking Zephyr Kurunthadi, who explains that many of the human Guild members were taken by the plague in its early stages. He sends them down to the cells with a few PF500s and Flinty is shocked to see the cages crammed with halflings of all ages pleading their innocence. Finally they reach Francis Flisk, facing the wall alone in his cell and unresponsive to Panther’s questions. Flinty pushes past everyone to boldly just behead him but he grabs her wrist, turns to reveal a pale, cracked face surmounted by the onyx nubs and ruptures she last saw on Ewer under the influence of his crown, and she passes out overwhelmed by images of carnage and despair.

Waking up in a large, suspiciously comfy bed, she discovers herself covered in bruises and extremely fatigued. Panther is summoned and explains that as soon as Francis touched her, she began to violently assault everyone else but him, and that, sadly, she lost the battle. Flinty is appalled to discover that she even attacked and hurt poor Fiz, who is summoned and cautiously nuzzles up to her. Panther is willing to hear Flinty out, and once she’s appraised of the situation, to Flinty’s surprise, she agrees that Francis is too dangerous to live and must be dealt with. The two hurry back to the HQ, Flinty carried like a baby in Panther’s arms, only to discover that they’re too late. A small fleet of Sarmasik carriages surrounded the base, and inside the entire clan minus Ardis and Ilan is present, having paid Francis’ meager bail. Ardin and Francis make smug comments to Flinty as they leave, flanked by guards and Ardis’ other two uncles, Ilan Olin (Ios) and Shilan. Flinty is still far too drained from her earlier fight to press the attack, but Panther makes an impetuous lunge for Francis, only to be stopped absolutely in her tracks by the icy gaze of Ardin’s grandmother. Panther collapses to the ground in shock and the Sarmasiks file out with their prize.

Zephyr rushes out as the PF500 taunt Flinty, who they still hate for throwing rocks at them, like, a year ago, and expresses confusion at her story. He claims to have been present for a thorough examination of Francis after the first incident and saw no signs of possession or corruption of any sort. He gently suggests that Flinty has been under extreme pressure and could use a break. Flinty works herself up into a true rant and passes out again, having yelled herself to death.

Meanwhile...

Leucosia enjoys a passive aggressive journey with a barely responsive Helena and a tight-lipped Jeanne apparently snitty about not being second in command after returning to the city. They are all on an assignment to survey the condition of Daddsford, which has been seemingly abandoned for months. After some squabbling, Leucosia decides to survey the area from above, while Jeanne sends out a mysterious spectral scout to scope out the grounds. Helena, crazed, is placated by a poultice Jeanne has brought. She ruefully explains that Helena depends on medicine to remain lucid and to dull her pain, but that since Chanchala assumed leadership the budget for it has been nixed, so she has to mix it up and forage the ingredients herself. They all commiserate and Helena, too noisy for a stealth mission, is assigned to keep an eye on the roads. It’s around this time that Abby and I stopped at Taco Bell and ate wet fries, and in any case, I’m too tired to finish this. Sorry Jesse and Molly I suppose you’ll just never know what startling sights met the 24 karat eyes of... the Crystal Cats!

Edit: Both report the village totally abandoned but covered in a thick vibrant of vibrant flowers. The flowers emit a strong, sweet scent that makes the adventurers by turn sleepy and delirious, and Jeanne’s attempt to curb the scent with a little personal whirlwind are only partially successful. The two consider cutting the mission short and reporting what they’ve found but they spot a human darting into a building and after some discussion decide to continue investigating (while deliberating, they share their opinions on other Crystal Cats and sort of become friends. Jeanne tells her about Gnermal and Leucosia reveals that she helped save Maddie and Tantan). A closer look reveals that the human is Dr. Vejovis’ protege, Sunny, now with a column of flowery mushrooms blooming up the side of his body and a florid red one waving like an anemone from his eye socket. Jeanne takes a shot from Leucosia’s talons that goes wide but alerts him and he darts back into yet another house. Jeanne dives in after him through a hole in the roof and Leucosia follows after.

Inside they find more flowers, and Jeanne is horrified to discover them growing from what appear to be fresh human bodies, although the clothes on the body are mildewed and aged. They back out into the street in alarm only to discover that the beds of flowers covering the streets are also planted on human bodies. Jeanne thinks back to Helena’s ominous warning that the town was “alive with death” and wants to try taking the pulse of one of these bodies, but Leucosia grabs her and takes to the skies. They decide to call Helena in to come in loud and just burn everything down. However, it occurs to Jeanne, a veteran party girl, that if these flowers are a drug or poison, burning them all on a windy day upwind from the city might not be great. Leucosia unsuccessfully attempts to call Helena off while Jeanne retreats to try to use some nature magic to control the blaze if necessary.

Helena blazes in and starts fighting, projectiles and divine weapons ablur, putting Sunny on the back foot. He flees but the bodies begin to rise, emitting sickly vapors and swarming Helena, who even in her armor is unable to fend them all off. Leucosia finds her courage and swoops in to assist but is shocked when Sunny’s arm extends in a braid of thorny vines and snatches her from the air-- due to the specifications of her pact, she is supposed to be invulnerable to harm that isn’t reciprocal, and she begins to go into shock. Helena perches over her, shielding her with the armored plates of her chassis, elated to be finally fulfilling her destiny, as she sees it, as an aegis and bulwark. However there are simply too many and Leucosia decides it’s time to run away and get backup. She attempts to fly off with a recalcitrant Helena, and finally succeeds in pulling the maimed young woman from her armored shell, but is knocked out of the sky again by more of Sunny’s thorns. Helena smiles and begins to calmly recite what she believes is her oath, drawing the requisite blood just as Gnermal darts in and ferries Leucosia away. Leucosia is in tears-- she knows that Aramingo, not trusting Helena’s judgement, left her without the failsafe that the other Cats possess, just a dummy oath, and that she’s been left to die.

However, she tries to ring her on the sending stone anyway and hears her voice, calm, collected, and lucid, thanking her for showing that she’d to this point placed her faith in false gods. She mentions heading back towards the city for a reckoning and Leucosia starts to break down a little.

She and Jeanne regroup, and Gnermal is sent back out to make sure Sunny and Helena didn’t escape by way of the sewers, but the entire city is charred. Jeanne is totally drained from sending the blaze from Helena’s last stand out to disperse at sea (a really bad plan???) and Leucosia communes with her astral boyfriend Space Mountains to calm down. They muster up the energy to get back to Lin’s cart only to find it destroyed and overgrown with plague mushrooms. Lin himself is ok but describes being attacked by a walking Helena as well as Sunny. Jeanne stays behind, drained, while Leucosia follows their trail of blossoming footprints back to the city to a warehouse choked, again, with flowering bodies, and an open trapdoor into the kobold tunnels where the trail dies.

Meanwhile again...

Chanchala levitates up the cliffs to the quarantined Old City while Sawbones scales the face with Guilotte clinging to her back. They’re here to investigate the whereabouts of the terrorist and traitor Albertine Rosenbee, but don’t know what to expect on the ground. The only intel they have is that Albertine is difficult to track, but that her twin brother, Erasmus, was stranded there when the bridges went down. They’re soon met with resistance from armed guards claiming to serve the “Bonnie Prince.” Guilotte impetuously uses her sonic boom thing, wounding and annoying Chanchala in the process. The guards have a strange currency in their pockets, marked with cheerful symbols instead of numbers. They proceed further inland and stop at a tavern, where they split up to gather information. Guilotte discovers that the island is split into three zones belonging to the Duchess, the Duke, and the Prince, with the Prince serving as a peace broker and mediator between the more bellicose Duchess and Duke. He’s a friendly ruler who regularly walks the streets to see who needs help, but also received petitioners from his “palace.” Chanchala discovers that the so-called Duke is the former Gentle Guild sergeant Caowulf Cutty, who with a stranded regiment of Guild officers has set up a brutal but secure zone where he distributes meat of unknown and sinister provenance.

With this knowledge in hand, they come up with cover identities-- Woozy Winkums, a seller of pornography, and Barbara, a liason for the Egg Babies. Sawbones is their troubled child, Toffee. Eventually the trio reaches the palace, which is separated from the mainland, the old Adavispa factory compound. A long line is coiling around waiting to take the ferry over, but Chanchala flies away, Sawbones just walks through the water, and Guilotte sweet-talks her way to the front. Within the compound, they see undead humans seemingly peacefully and happily going about their business, helping petitioners from the Old City carry gifts of food and drink and supplies back to the ferries. Despite the overall squalor and doom of Old Eigreska, the factory town is relatively cheery,decorated with motivational posters and paper garlands. They head into the palace where a modest banquet is set, poor-looking people eating bowls of soup and grains while Billy Adavispa at the head of the table sups on scraps, cheerfully pretending to slurp down soup while stretching out his meagre both. He looks happy but thin and weak, and greets them all happily. He and Guilotte walk along the elevated tracks of what was once the company tram-line discussing the situation and what each is working towards. He offers to deputize them as Billy Buddies to give them access to the Duchess’ territory, where Erasmus is located, in exchange for delivering a wagon of produce and sweets to the quarantined people there. The deal is struck and everybody parts ways.

The Duchess’ zone is gaudily decorated with paper lanterns and streamers of red paper flowers, and is located in the neighborhoods which once housed a dynamic mix of immigrant and non-human communities-- even now, orcs, goblins, kobolds, and bugbears mingle wearily but peacefully in the streets with humans, gnomes, halflings, and half-elves. They split up once again as Sawbones peels off and heads away with a strange sense of purpose. Guilotte pursues and finds her locked in a staring contest with a peculiar mirror of Rumble Force’s Daedalus Anuria-- a lithe kroten body topped with a grotesquely oversized crystalline head. The kroten offers Guilotte a bouquet of colorful flowers and places a flower crown of similar make on Sawbones’ head before hopping off. Chanchala meets back up with them and reports an infuriating and annoying meeting with the Duchess, who sounds, to Guilotte, to be a similar personality type to Chanchala herself. The Duchess turns out to be Gniece Quoyn, a gnomish criminal who was once one of Ewer’s Lambs but escaped capture in the hubbub of the previous year. Her trademark golems are her muscle. However, Chanchala did leave the meeting with permission to conduct her business, as violent as it may get. She leads Guilotte to what was once a popular orc bar, the Goblin Marquette, which she says she once frequented in happier times. Inside she’s greeted familiarly by Aloysius and Bertolt, and the Cats are told to make themselves at home. However, Aloysius firmly tells them that they have no authority here, and are not to mess with or intimidate any of his guests or employees. Guilotte terrorizes him with her claw though until he gives in. He directs them to Erasmus’ quarters up the stairs.

He’s sitting there looking worse for the wear practicing for the night’s performance. As he turns, Guilotte notices that he’s already maimed-- two missing fingers, a missing eye, and a missing ear, which he explains were the result of his last interrogation by government thugs, overseen by Inquisitor Harrow after the attack on the Palace. He’s impatient with them and insists that he has no contact with his sister and that in general there’s no love lost between them. However Chanchala produces an ingenious and cruel torture method using the rings of empathy last seen shared by Mungo and Beatrice, and explains that one of such a pair is usually implanted in prisoners as dangerous and unpredictable as Albertine. She forces the other ring on Erasmus’ finger and Sawbones is directed to break his arm, and then Guilotte, showing her true colors, gleefully goes to town.

Skipping forward half an hour, an exhausted and terrified Erasmus finally cracks and reveals that he’d been contacted by Albertine months ago, looking to move some dangerous goods to an ally of hers. She’d heard through the grapevine about Erasmus’ proximity to smugglers and criminals, and how he himself had fenced several trinkets which he stole out of spite from the palace on his way out, including gifts from Prince Ethbart. He insists that he refused her help. Guilotte brandishes her dagger again and he doubles down, sobbing that he doesn’t know where his sister is, but if they promise to stop he’ll give them an even sweet prize-- a halfling traitor, renegage Starry Messenger, and wizard named Tavi Feathers, who had approached him about helping shuttle halflings in danger on the mainland to relative safety here. He’d turned her down gently but left the door open for broaching the subject with Aloysius or the Duchess. He hurriedly contacts her by sending stone and sets up a time and place to meet. Satisfied, Chanchala gives Guilotte an ominous nod and the tiefling advances with her knife a final time...

Erstwhile...

Flinty wakes up in the lavish Crystal Cats infirmary with Panther waking soon after. She’s worked up about Francis and panicking, and Panther attempts to calm her down. They share a smoke and Panther explains her philosophy of providing people respite, and that as adventurers they deserve to be able to enjoy their lives occasionally. She thinks Flinty should still go to prom, but promises that the next day they’ll begin, in earnest, a joint operation between their respective parties to find out what’s up with Francis and the Crown (top priority after curing the plague). Flinty gets her gear back, Fiz is all patched up, and they head down for breakfast with the other Crystal Cats. Well as you can imagine there’s a lot of information flying around but eventually they agree on Panther’s proposal. However, Panther is shaken by some of what she hears-- including Helena’s fate, the deception she was victim to, and the excesses of Chanchala’s leadership (although Chanchala and Guilotte heavily censor their antics).

As the conversation shifts to prom, Flinty takes a moment with Sawbones, who is largely unresponsive but eventually meets Flinty’s sorrowful and kind words with a gentle touch of the cheek. Everybody finds out Flinty is going to prom with the mysterious Carlos Empanadas and loses their shit. In a hideous slurry of emotions Flinty heads out, picks up her fancy new armor from Grant Woolf, and finally returns home.

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