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dodger432101 · 2 months ago

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Lay with your God - Lux Imperator/Mr Ring-A-Ding x Reader Part 3

[It's time baby! THIS PART INCLUDES SMUT, MINORS DO NOT READ. Everyone else enjoy :) Disclaimer: This will be with a female reader, yes, because I want to imagine myself as the reader. And I have more knowledge of that body.]

It's a lovely Wednesday morning. The sun is shining - very brightly into your eyes my god curtains do your job - the birds are singing and you feel as rejuvenated as ever. Dodging the sun's near blinding rays you practically jump out of bed and start getting ready.

Memories of yesterday speed you up; you just about inhale your breakfast and have possibly set a new world record for the quickest anyone has washed themselves. You really want to get to Palazzo as soon as possible to spend more time with your.. well, what is he to you? You'd kissed Lux yesterday (plenty of times when you had to go home and he tried to convince you to sleep over), though now that you think about it what kind of relationship did you have with the God? You have to admit you've grown exceptionally fond of the little 'toon and his silly pranks, his surprising charm, his warm kisses.. but you're a mortal. Surely you're just a drop of water in the ocean of his life. Will he even remember you when you're gone? Are you just something to stave off boredom while he feeds off light in a random picture house in Miami? Do you even mean much to him?

Ookayyy, little early for all that. You're fed, showered and dressed. Get out the door and get some vitamin D from all that sunshine you clearly need it.

The short walk to Palazzo gives you enough time to loop your thoughts back from that little existential crisis you had to the lovely day. Huh. It's been bright and sunny ever since the God of Light showed up. Has all this clear weather been his doing? Can he control the sun's light? Has he been waking you up? The thought puts a smile on your face as you walk into the building and get your uniform on. As soon as you're dressed you hear the tapping sound of a speeding little cartoon racing his way down the hall towards your direction. You just have enough time to turn and brace for impact before Lux comes bounding over like a rabbit on a sugar rush and jumps straight into your arms, giggling as he wraps his stringy arms around your neck and buries his face in your shoulder.

"You're back you're back you're back!! I missed you sunshine, why won't you stay overnight? I'm stuck with mopey ol' Pye when you're not here and it's no fun." The God lifts his face just far away enough so that you have a clear view of his shining eyes, wet with unshed tears and a quivering pout like he's 3 seconds away from crying. Of course, the lone sad violin makes a disembodied return as Lux puts all the works into making you feel bad for leaving him in here. You can't help but coo at the display, giving the melodramatic celluloid a kiss on the cheek for his performance. In an instant the violin scratches out and the pout makes way for the cartoon's familiar grin, another giggle shaking his shoulders as he rubs that cheek against your face like an affectionate cat.

"Lux, hun, I'm sorry but I do need sleep. Can't say there's a nice little bed for me in this place." You remind the 'toon in your arms as you walk to Mr Pye's usual theatre room to greet him. Lux pauses his loving on you when he realises where you're carrying him and huffs, crossing his arms tightly and wrinkling that little pig snout in annoyance. He's seen more than enough of that old man, he wants to spend time with you now! You set him down gently outside the door to the projector room - God forbid Mr Pye saw you carrying the God of Light like a sack of potatoes - and go in to speak to your boss, leaving a grumpy little Lux to sigh, loudly and dramatically, before following you in.

You have a small chat with Mr Pye, all while your impatient God leans by the door, arms crossed, finger tapping, waiting for you to be done. You mention how bright and sunny it is outside and Reginald perks up, turning to the cartoon behind you. "Uhm, sir, might it be alright if I leave for a little while to get some things? Just some food and whatnot, you have some company now, I can always sort some films for the two of you to watch while I'm out." The poor man wrings his hands nervously as he talks to Lux, probably thinking the God will deny him any reprieve from his stay at the picture house. The celluloid hums, tapping his fingers on his arm in a rhythm like he's considering it. Then a lightbulb pings over his head and he grins widely. This is perfect for him. Time without Mr Pye and time with you!

"Why of course Mr Reginald Pye! You do spend.. all your time here, you must need to stock up on supplies! I'll be fine with your little employee here, go have fun, get some sun or whatever." All his time here? Gosh you thought Reginald was just staying a little later to keep Lux fed with light! Has he even left the building at all?! You turn to Lux while Mr Pye goes to sort out some reels for you and the God to load into the projector.

"Hey Hun, if we're gonna be having a film day could you be a dear and grab some snacks for me? You can always have some too, of course." You scratch the cartoon under his chin and watch him lean into the feeling, antennae curling into a heart shape at your affection.

"Anything for you sunbeam.." He purrs out, a very smitten smile on his face before he snaps out of his daze and dashes off to supply you with treats. Was it your imagination or were his pupils heart shaped for a second? Shaking that off as wishful thinking, you take this opportunity to go speak to your boss, worried for his wellbeing. You find him in the reel storage room, still clutching the film of his wife in one arm while he struggled to carry multiple reels with just one hand. Wordlessly you take them off him, a grateful smile crossing his face before he sees your worried expression.

"Sir.. how long has it been since you left the picture house?" Just that one question makes him hug his film reel tighter, looking away from you like you're scolding him. "Mr Pye. I.. I know you miss her something awful but this," You gesture to him with one hand and the general space with the other. "It isn't healthy sir. I never got the chance to meet your wife, but if she's as sweet as she seems on that film then I know she wouldn't want you rotting away in here. Gosh you're just my boss but I don't want that either." A shaky smile forms on Mr Pye's face. He looks down at the reel in his hands, then slowly holds it out to you.

"I know my dear, I'm sorry I've worried you. You're a kind soul. She would've loved you, I'm sure." His smile grows steady as you gently take the film from him, keeping it separate from the others. "Right, I better grab a bag for all the shopping. I'll get some of your favourites from that sweet shop down the road, a treat for looking after.. her. And a God while I'm out." You both chuckle at that, going your separate ways as you put Mr Pye's film on his desk and lay out the others on another table in the projector room. Lux can be seen through the gap in the wall down in the theatre, comically stretched arms holding a bag of popcorn, a drink cup and other bags of unknown goodies. You shake your head fondly at the sight and go help him set them down at the seats of your choice.

"So, sunshine, ol' Pye selected any masterpieces for us to watch?"

"I didn't take a look, actually. We can pick one out together!" Lux beams at the idea, already bounding up the steps, leaving you to chase after him with laughter echoing around the room. Once you're in the projector room you lift Lux up so you can both see onto the table, pointing at the labels as you read them out. Hah, Reginald picked out a Mr Ring-A-Ding cartoon! Lux shakes his head immediately at it, both of you knowing he'll be unable to stop himself from copying the theme song and dance. (You do love to see the little God begrudgingly sing and dance along whenever it plays) You scan the selection again, gasping in delight at one reel. Mr Pye had picked out one of your favourite films. You grab it, showing Lux as you bounce on the back of your feet. Seeing your excitement for this particular film the 'toon nods right away, watching you load the reel into the projector with a fond smile, antennae back in a heart shape.

It wasn't a particularly well known film, or well loved. But it held a special place in your heart, every time watching it felt like the first. You sit down with Lux as it begins playing, munching on the selection of snacks he picked out. Your eyes were glued to the film, the familiar tune of the opening score putting a smile on your face. Lux leans back in his seat, soaking up the light of the film and the happy expression on your face. Both of his favourite things in one room. How could this get any better for him?

Near the ending of the film, the couple on screen come together for the big anticipated kiss the entire movie builds up towards, you and Lux watching in a daze. Yeah you're both imagining it's you two instead. Though as the final score plays the people on screen get a little.. handsy.. before falling into bed as the credits play over top. You'd forgotten about that, face a little flushed as you keep imagining it's you and Lux doing that. You glance over at the God to see him locked onto the screen, almost seeming in awe at their movements. Well that isn't helping your blush at all. The projector clicks like it's going to turn off, yet all it does is replace the image of the film with a general white light. You look back at it, then return your gaze to the cartoon next to you to see a curious expression on his face. Wait. Does he not know about-

"What were they doing on that bed? Thought they were for sleeping on. That sure didn't look like sleeping, whatever it was!" The God of Light doesn't know what sex is. Ho boy you did not think you'd have to have this conversation with a God, especially one in the form of Mr Ring-A-Ding. You're gonna tell Mr Ring-A-Ding about sex. What has your life come to?

"Well." Where the hell do you even start? "Do you.. know how we make, babies?" Lux tilts his head to the side, then shakes it. Oh wow. "They were having sex, Lux. It's how we make children. But lots of people just.. do it 'cause it feels nice... Apparently." Not to say you hadn't tried, oh you had indeed you little sinner. But turns out not everyone knows what they're doing, at least when it comes to making a lady feel good. That, or they didn't bother to try. You've got the God's undivided attention now; he sits forward in his seat and stares at you like he's waiting for you to say more. "Uhm.. yeah. Never really understood the talk for it. Wasn't that great for me. That's about it. You can stop staring now Lux." He blinks at that, looking to where the film had been playing then to you with a strangely determined face. What's he planning?

"Ya think I could do better than a human, toots?" He's gonna be the death of you. Your flapping mouth and multiple blinks lead him to continue. "'Course we.. don't have to, sweetie pie. Just I'm curious what it's like and.. seems you didn't get the best you could from the whole act. I..." He looks away, gently putting a hand over yours. You could pull away easily if you wanted. "I wanna make you feel good, dolly. Gosh you deserve that, that and so much more. What do you say, sunshine?" He looks back to you with the gentlest smile he can form on his cartoon face, stroking his thumb over your hand reassuringly. The tidal wave of affection he's loading onto you makes you lightheaded but you fight the daze to nod enthusiastically at the question. He raises his eyebrow at that, smile turning playful. The little minx wants words again, damn him.

"I want you, Lux." Where did that confidence come from?! Nobody knows but you're thankful it did show up cause you've got the little 'toon blushing a dark blue off that one sentence. The projector clicks off as he hops out his seat and grabs your hand in a firmer grip, leading you out this theatre and into one down the end of the hallway. You're about to ask where he's taking you before he opens the door to this theatre's projector room. In there is a mattress, with blankets and pillows piled up on it in a corner of the room. You stare at the makeshift bed for a few seconds before you turn to Lux, his blush only getting worse as he scratches the back of his head and chuckles nervously.

"Every time I've asked you to stay, you've always said about not having a bed here. Sooo I asked Mr Pye for all of that.." He stretches his free hand to the bed, "For you. You can sleep over if you want now!" He gives you a shaky smile, seemingly waiting for your approval of his work.

You scoop him up and hug him tightly, squeezing your eyes shut to try and keep any tears from escaping. Such a thoughtful little God has taken interest in you and you couldn't be happier. "I know this isn't the most.. savoury union." You pull away just enough to see his face, his expression serious. "Your existence. It's a blink of an eye to me. You'll be... Gone.. before I know it. Before I'm ready. I want to spend as much time as possible with you. I know the idea of being immortalised in film scares you, but please.." Lux cups your cheek in one hand, thumb brushing against your skin, a mournful look on his face. "If you ever, ever change your mind. Tell me. I don't want to let you go. I don't want to.. let you die."

That knocks the wind out of you. He cared. He cared so much about you that he wanted to make you immortal like him. He wanted to be with you forever.

Overwhelmed by the God's love you pull him into a kiss, Lux returning it instantly with all the passion he could muster in his little 'toon body. You stay like that for what feels like an eternity all in itself, holding your God. Then you remember the reason he brought you here. You set Lux down, reluctantly breaking the kiss before giving him a smooch on the forehead. Leaving him with his heart antennae, you make your way over to the mattress and kick your shoes off. You sit down, then flop back and snuggle into the pile of blankets and pillows. The mattress itself wasn't very thick but Lux had padded it up nicely, it was now a comfortable little nest. The God walks round so he's standing on the side your head is, leaning over until his face is in your view. "Well, sunshine? Do you like it?" He's tapping his fingers together nervously. He so badly wants you to like it, to know he's done a good job. You reach out till your fingers touch his chest, gliding them up to his bowtie and taking hold, pulling him down and flipping so he's laying underneath you. He looks up at you with wide eyes, his yellow hat knocked off somewhere in the pillow pile, the dark blue blush back in force.

"It's perfect now." You break off Lux's breathless laugh with another kiss, falling back into your familiar rhythm. Slipping your tongue into the toon's mouth, you lift one hand to start unbuttoning your work top. As you get halfway down, the God moves his hands off the bed and onto you, one on your cheek as the other strokes down the side of your neck. He lets out an inquisitive hum when his hand reaches your collarbone, breaking the kiss and looking down at your chest. His eyes flick between your face and your open shirt, his hand slowing down to a snail's pace as he traces your bra. It's nothing fancy, a simple black one you threw on in your rush to get ready, but Lux stares like it's the finest piece of fabric he's ever seen. You can't help but blush at the attention, sitting up onto your knees to reach behind your back and snap open the clip. Lux watches intently as you finish unbuttoning your shirt, pulling it off then slipping the straps of your bra down your arms until it falls from your breasts. His mouth falls open at the sight (not as comically far as you thought it would), hands hovering above him as he stares in awe. You giggle at the sight and lean back down, his eyes focused on your nipples like a laser pointer until they're right above his hands. He looks back up to your eyes. You know what he wants.

At the nod of your head Lux cups your breasts in each hand, gently kneading them, squishing them together. The brush of his thumb over your nipple makes you shiver, catching his attention and causing a smirk to form on his previously captivated face. He looks you in the eyes as he combines the kneading with drawing circles over your nipples, your arms and breath shaking from the strong mix of sensations.

Lux moves his hands down to your sides and all of a sudden you're on your back underneath him. Guess that toon logic gives him some strength. He leans down until his lips are brushing over yours. "Let me worship you, my angel." The whisper is followed by more kisses, his tongue lapping at your bottom lip but never moving further than there. The little tease. He finally moves from your mouth and shuffles down so he's straddling your stomach, hands back to your chest. You lean your head back, a drawn out pleased hum leaving you from the simmering pleasure growing lower south.

Lux smiles down at your relaxed state, taking it as a sign he's doing good. He shuffles further down so he's now seated on your hips, smoothing his hands down your sides, feeling your ribcage, running one hand over your stomach. "So much detail.." He truly was in awe over your image. He wanted to see more. All of you. Worship every inch of flesh.

His hands make their way to the top of your work pants, smoothing over the fabric. You raise your head at this, looking down as your fingers move to the front of your pants, working the buttons and zipper so you can take them off. Lux watches them, even your fine motor skills were captivating to the God of Light. You lift your hips to drag your pants down, Lux also being lifted with a quiet "Whee!" Making you snort. You kicked them off the rest of the way, now only one barrier of clothing left on you. You reach down but blue four-fingered hands gently move yours out the way. "I said to let me worship you, didn't I darlin'?" He hooks his fingers into your panties, slowly pulling them from your hips and exposing your dripping pussy to the God.

Without a word he shuffles back so he's between your spread legs, gently using one finger to trace your lips. You lay your head back against a pillow, letting Lux explore your body. Surprisingly he finds your clit right away, pressing gentle circles when you buck your hips up at the feeling of his finger on you. The hand not occupied slides further down, slipping between your lips towards the source of the water works. Lux flicks his eyes up to you, examining your expression, making sure you're enjoying his attention. Then a lightbulb pops up over his head and he licks his lips with a devilish little grin.

You gasp in a mix of surprise and pleasure when you feel a wet muscle glide over your clit. Glancing down shows Lux smirking up at you. One hand hooked around your thigh, the other using its index finger to circle your entrance. His mouth is over your clit, tongue giving it broad, slow laps. When your eyes meet he gives you a wink, a small *ding!* sound effect playing. You let out a half moan, half laugh at the sound before your head falls back again, soaking in the pleasure Lux so generously gives to you. A full moan claws it way out your throat when those licks turn to his lips sucking gently on it, Lux humming in response as he alternates between suckling and licking at you. You're so wet as this point that some more gentle prodding lets his other hand's finger slip right inside you, only adding to the pleasure. "Lux.. fuck, I'm gonna cum." He looks up at that. Come? But you're right here! You haven't told him to stop so he keeps lapping at your clit, the finger inside you gently feeling around your hot walls. He must do something good because you tighten around his digit in rhythmic pulses, breath stuttering and body shaking. Once your hole loosens its grip, Lux gently pulls it out, the hand on your thigh gliding up and down soothingly.

"That's it angel, come down from the heaven I took you to. Come back to me sunshine." His voice is low and gentle as you ride the last waves of your orgasm, soft kisses get littered on the inside of your thigh as you steady your breathing. "There you go sweetie pie. Was that good? Sure seemed so with all those sounds you made." He giggled, mimicking your moans while you covered your blushing red face. That drew out a proper laugh, the laugh only you got to hear from him. It was always the same 7 note tune but you found it endearing that this little God had such a unique laughter.

You sit up so you're face to face with Lux and kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips while you run your hands down his body. Still fully clothed (minus the hat, that's somewhere behind you). "Your turn, Lux." You purr against his lips before dipping your hands into his waistcoat, pulling the sleeves down his noodle arms until it comes off. Next, the yellow vest. As you take his bowtie off, you litter kisses all over his face, making the toon giggle and snort. Last was his shirt. Turns out underneath all the snazzy clothes was just blue skin. Lux grins nervously before you trail pecks down from his neck to his pants, more giggles erupting from the God. Must be ticklish.

You glance down at the front of his pants and - oh my god that's a bigger bulge than you expected from this barely-3ft toon. You hook your fingers under the fabric, looking into Lux's eyes. He nods quickly, but you want to play him with his own game. You raise an eyebrow at the God, waiting. Mere seconds pass before "Please please please take them off sunshine!" It's a good thing he isn't patient. You pull his pants down, immediately noticing this naughty toon goes commando as a fairly sized blue cock bounces in front of you, comical *boioioing* sound effect included. You should've laughed. You would've laughed if the appearance didn't shock you into silence.

It wasn't huge per say, definitely looked like it belonged on the cartoon body it was attached to. But it was deliciously thick, visible veins running down the sides, pink tip weeping already with pre cum. Wow, is your mouth watering at this? "Do.. do you like it? I can change it, probably, I mean I've never tried altering this form but how hard can it be?" Lux trails off his rambling with a shaky laugh, fingers tapping together. You glance up at him before you lean down, tongue out to taste the beads of white collecting at the tip. The God lets out a high pitched, admittedly quite pathetic, whine as you lap at the head of his cock. It has a familiar salty taste, though there's something else.. if you could put a taste to light, that's what you'd call it. Makes sense. Any other time you'd happily sit here and suck him dry. But your pussy wanted him more than you mouth right now.

You needed him inside of you.

So, you give his tip one last kiss before you fall back into the pillows and beckon him over with one finger. Lux happily crawls up until his cock is aligned with your soaking pussy, a small "Oohh" coming from him as he seems to realise how this sex thing works. "The hole your finger was in, love. Put it in there." You lift your hair from under your back, letting it spread out like a halo around your head while Lux gently pushed the tip of his cock inside you.

"Oh, fuck." You're honestly surprised he didn't get bleeped out from swearing, but god are you glad he can swear cause it's just too good hearing him moan out as he thrusts the rest of his cock in. "Gosh you're so tight, angel. Tight." Lux pulls out a couple inches before slamming back in. "Wet." Another sharp thrust makes you moan. "Warm." His angle is different this time, brushing up against something divine as you nearly squeal from the shot of red hot pleasure.

"Fuck, god, right there Lux!" He lets out a breathy laugh, setting a fairly slow but hard rhythm that has his tip kissing that sweet spot in you every thrust, driving you closer and closer to your second orgasm.

"That's it angel, I'm your God. I'm the only one who will see you like this, hear you sing like this. I'll ruin you for mortals and gods alike, only I will make you feel this good. You're mine, aren't you sunshine? My angel, my light." Lost in pleasure, Lux allowed his natural godly possessiveness to take hold. Not that you minded, you loved the idea of being all his. Especially when he spoke like that, the sound of his voice somewhat strained, trying to keep down his moans so he could get his words out.

He gripped at your hips tightly, just above where your thighs began, his thrusts increasing in speed as you both neared climax. You reach down to his hands, fingers interlocking as you feel the knot in your stomach get ready to snap. "Fuuuck, you're divine pretty lady. Oh and you will be, I'll find a way, I'll make you a God if you want dolly I'll do anything for you." Lux's voice gets higher in pitch as he thrusts wildly, seemingly desperate to get his release. "Oh you're mine angel, right? All mine? Mine, mine, mine, mine-!" He cuts himself off with a deep, drawn out moan as he buries his entire length inside you. The feeling of fullness jumpstarts your orgasm as Lux fills you with his cum, hips bucking as he pants heavily.

As his orgasm subsides, the little God collapses onto you, cock still buried in your pussy, his head just reaching your ribcage. One of his eyes are half lidded, both black pie eyes replaced by pink hearts. Tiny doves and Cupids circle above his head. You've fucked the God of Light stupid. Congrats!

Once you're no longer on cloud 9, you move your hands onto Lux in hopes of grounding him. One goes to his back, drawing random patterns into the blue skin. The other runs its fingers through his hair, earning a surprisingly deep and growly hum from the God. After a minute or two, Lux blinks the hearts out of his eyes, the familiar black pie pupils back. He lets out a long, satisfied sigh as he stretches his arms, swatting the images above his head away before he finally lifts his head to look at you.

Your hair's a mess, you're sweaty, your throat is dry, but he stares at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the entire universe.

"You alright, angel?" You can't help but chuckle. The one who looked about ready to pass out is asking if you're ok. Oh, you love him.

"Mhm, I'm doing more than alright Hun. What about you? You looked like you went to another plane of existence for a minute there." You both let out tired laughs, Lux smiling fondly at you for a second as he watches you try to bring some order to your hair.

"Yeah.. that was incredible. I see why you humans do that! Though..." He looks down where the two of you are still connected. "Leaves quite the mess, huh?" You grimace and nod your head, flashes of past hook-ups resurfacing. The many times you've had to wipe yourself off while the guy you were with got dressed and walked out or waited for you to leave. Like the toon can read your mind, he smirks and wiggles his eyebrows in a 'Watch this' way. Lux snaps his fingers and you watch a strip of film float over like a snake, wrapped around a box of tissues. "Ta-da! I didn't feel like getting up." He grabs the box and pulls a few tissues out, stuffing them under your ass before he pulls out with a shudder. Lux quickly gives himself a wipe down before cleaning you up, whistling the Mr Ring-A-Ding theme tune to himself as he works. You can't tell if he's doing it subconsciously or not. Once you're no longer covered in a God's cum, Lux snaps his fingers again and his clothes pop back onto his body. He's full of surprises today.

"Let me go grab the snacks, sunshine! Ooo! how about your usual clothes too? They're probably more comfortable than the stuff you gotta wear for work." You nod with a giggle, amused by the God's refound energy. He doesn't stay down for long it seems. Maybe that applies to his cock too..

Lux returns quickly, putting the food and drink to the side while he helps you into your clothes. This takes longer than it should purely because of Lux trying to litter more kisses all over you before your body is covered again. Clothed, fed and refreshed, you snuggle down into the pile of blankets and pillows with your God of Light, holding him close as you lay on your side. Finally, he got the sleepover he wanted.

Mr Pye returned much later than he'd anticipated. Buying the supplies he needed, sweets for you and the trip to his home to collect some trinkets close to his heart drew out his trip by several hours. Palazzo was silent when he got back, confusing the older man. Weren't you two going to watch films? He peeks his head into every theatre in search of the God who had invaded his picture house and the employee said God had gotten attached to. Growing concerned, he opened the door to the projector room of the last theatre. There you were, cuddling Lux like he was a big stuffed animal, the God snoring with a triplets of Zs floating above his head. Reginald smiled at the sight, then quietly shut the door and returned to his theatre room. None the wiser to what you and Lux had been up to.

[Holy mackerel! Wasn't that a lot of words? Just wanted to say a quick thank you for all the love these fanfics are getting, it's my first time writing anything like this but I had to give Ring-A-Ding/Lux some love. I might do a part 4 involving both Lux AND Ring, you could get up to some naughty stuff with 2 fellas. Hehehe]

#lux imperator #mr ring a ding #lux imperator x reader #mr ring a ding x reader #mr ring a ding smut #lux imperator smut

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staarboyyy · 1 month ago

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sugar coated

joe goldberg x gender neutral reader

18+ characters / scenarios - minors dni

> joe goldberg internal dialogue pov

tags / warnings ; dead dove do not eat, canon joe, stalking, knife play mention, suicide mention, caged reader, manipulation, gaslighting, kidnapping

summary ; youve been in and out of mooney's since you moved to new york - it was only a matter of time before you caught his eye.

word count ; 3.3k

a / n ; yatta yatta friendly reminder i use writing to explore dynamics among characters, any and all depictions of violence, sex or otherwise are over 18 and purely fictional. probs one of the darker things ive written but i tried to stay as true to canon as possible! thats it thats the warning

Well; Hello, you.

I'm ashamed to say I almost missed the sound of you coming into the store - You. You are a strange little thing, a dusty book reader. You've experienced life well, now you're wanting to look at it rather than keep trucking through it. Ready to settle down - No. No, you are a stranger. A stranger with a face that catches the subtle filtering light from the tan shades of Mooney's. The small hairs and creases in your cheeks refract the dust in the air, and your eyes, God, your eyes. Your teeth are tearing at your bottom lip, of course subconsciously because of how tight your attention is on the spines of the books. The intricate gold titles, your fingers pressing against them. Your nails are neat, but chewed to the quick. Maybe another subconscious habit you've picked up through the months of visiting my shop. You travel over the different winding isles, my eyes actually losing track while still hearing your soft hums. A habitual person by nature, pattern driven. The wondering thought of how your wet lips, freshly bitten up, would feel against mine infects me once more. How your bitten nails would scratch up my back.

You. Who are you? I've seen you again and again, and your earbuds stuffed hard in your ears make it no easy secret to pry open. You check out psychology books, thick fiction. House of leaves piqued my interest, a true mind ruining book consumer. How twisted does this interest run? You wear comfortable baggy clothes, these trips running into the deep evening of the city. You don't make changes for anyone around you, you don't present yourself like you are hunting to socialize - I assume so, considering that you've never texted or even checked your phone the hours you're here.

What are you listening to? What's your favorite music to read to? I want to pluck an earbud out, hearing your hums pause as those saucer eyes swim up to find mine.

No. Do not even start to think about this, fantasies at work is past a line even I have - Yet apart of me can't help but wonder, how easy it would be to pick you up. How your fingers would interlock with mine, gripping tight while my nose rests in the crook of your neck. Those collarbones, are you trying to kill me? Pulling off your sweatshirt, your stomach curving perfectly down, exposed just for a second before your shirt settles into place. Your arms, collar bones - Your voice. Oh Shit.

"Hello? Anyone home?" You tap infront of me, on my counter. Those nails. Golden rings tie over your middle fingers, and one other on your left pinkie. I was right, you do look good in a gold ring.

"Sorry - Checking out?" You nod silently, and i can't help my dissapointment. I want to hear more. "What are you listening to?" I can't stop myself.

Your voice is smooth, mid toned and not pitchy at all. A warm carmel, matching your low gaze. You nod, silently - I want to hear you speak again. For the first time in months, my eyes don't dart down to the title resting on the counter, but stay on you.

"Oh; Nothing, I just like having them in so nobody bothers me, y'know?" You smile wrly. And I realize how truly deep I'm in.

It was a fairy tale - Of course. He structured it just so you would feel like you walked in air in his presence. The pair of you were something of a spot in time waiting to happen, something your friends spoke of fate and your parents adored. Moving in was a choice made early; You couldn't deny you were still leeching from your parents here and there, your direction of life moving to drive you to chase yourself, truly find yourself. You insisted on independence, waving off your home state for New York after scraping together the funds to fix your rather squeaky car. A road trip, your explained to Joe as you sat across from him, the warmth of the coffee shop filling your chest as you took a slow breath. You missed home, it was a dull ache, and as if he could unstitch the furrow of your brow, break the seams of what you assumed was a practiced facade. He put his cold palm over the back of yours, resting in a squeezed fist as your words trailed off, gaze pooling into the coffee before you. It drew your attention, chest jumping at the soft motion, and also the fact his dark eyes never moved from yours, even as you looked away. Joe studied your expressions, lips tilted up, slightly parted as if he were practicing the words through his mind. But they never came to be voiced, not within your memory now.

Now - Those moments are smeared through a bleary grinding wail you can't seem to pry from your mind. The silence was the first thing you noticed, then the cold of cement against your hot face; Too hot. Sweat soaked your clothes against your body, peeling your flesh from the cold ground, eyes wrenching open in the flourecent lights that beamed overhead. Breaths choked from your throat, the suffocating stillness of the room sending a rigid chill through your pulse. You raced for answers, to fill the gaps and explain this very moment, saliva spilling over your bottom lip as you choked down air. Had you been breathing? You slammed a palm to your heart, the drumming againsy your ribs falling into place verbatim to your hazey mind beginning to clear.

You just wanted something else. Joe was kind, he considered every one of your feelings, took your words into meaning that you couldn't describe beyond absorption. He couldn't tear himself from you; And the independent part of you itched like an old dog, chewed at your ankle like an angry animal. Your friends began to see less of you, Joe showing up in the corner of your eyes; And one night you swore he was in your sleep paralysis. Looking back - He was definitely standing there. And you were wide awake.

"Joe - What the fuck is this? You are sick," You recall the desperation in your voice. The ringing in your head hurt the most, purely beyond belief. The edge of Alice in Wonderland, a hardback gifted to you from an ex boyfriend. The one you found under his mattress, blood gluing and sticking the pages together in a shrouded fresh red and dried brown mess. A cut space between the layers, and your ex boyfriends cracked cell phone. Your stomach twisted at the memory, the pain in your temples now drilling into your skull with the dull explanation. You fought to grab at your bearings, palms against the cement, taking staggering breaths as you looked around yourself. Glass. More glass, the vision of your disheveled face staring just as shocked to see you in this state. Asking the same questions, why are you here? The surgical hue of green soaked into the musty air, the cold biting at your fingertips, and sweat soaked skin.

"Joe?" You called into your own reflection, even the sight of his name on your lips causing your body to tense. You hoped you were wrong, hands palming at the glass to slowly stand up, eyes whirling around. A bed, a small shelf, a bucket. Books. "Joe! " A second time, the pang of your own voice against the glass echoing a digging sear into your head. The room was dark, it was impossible to tell from inside exactly where you were, aside from the blinding floodlight overhead, it shadowed every surrounding corner. You stilled, your gasps slowing to healthy breaths, chest stiff as your heart continued to hammer in anticipation.

Joe sits in a metal folding chair, just out of sight. He's been there, arms loosely crossed over his stomach, sleeves rolled up; Not looking at you, not quite looking at anything, his eyes glued to the space in front of him. His eyebrows twitched, thoughts barking through his ears, jaw tightening. Hearing your voice stirred him from this lifeless, corpse-esque thought spiral. He made no move to respond, only lifting his gaze to watch. Inspect. Piece together and take apart, watch your hands shake and chest swallow down the air, as if you'd run out.

Did you know this was going to happen? I understand. I honestly take it as a pass at my intelligence; Talking to your ex, promising him you will rid yourself of me? Why did this have to so suddenly change everything you saw so right about me? Was it the blood? Squeamish, I never took you as the type, especially not when you asked me to use a knife on you in bed. You think I forget those things? How different you were, while you were truly unsure of the man I was? Was it all a lie? A fantasy of yours, you infected my mind with? And you leave me? And, god, do you really think I'm that sick? That I'd let you run out of air? You're smarter than that.

"I'm glad you're alright," An exhaled chuckle, breaching the dark silence. The muffle of the glass twisted your sureness of his voice, hand coming to cup your ear; A slash of aching pain soared at your skull, prickling in hot pins against your temple and jaw. You hissed.

"I'm not fucking alright, what is going on!" You demanded, eyes shutting as you garnered the strength to rev your voice into a shuddering snarl. Silence, before a long dragging creak. The toes of his polished shoes came into sight past the shadow, as if the black ink spit him out. He sickened even the swell of darkness. He came to a stop, light casting heavy shadows over his face. He was dragging the metal chair behind his body, expression unreadable as he tilted his head off to the side. He inspected your wound from afar like an autopsy. You wanted to wretch.

"You have... A minor concussion," Joe's voice explained, seeping through the cracks of a sympathetic mask, eyebrows stiffly furrowing into a soft expression. You've seen it before, when you wept into his chest, when you cut your finger in the kitchen; Was that all just the means to this end? He smiled warmly, like you were a child who misspoke in class, demeaning. An 'I know better than you' twinge in brown eyes.

"Joe what the fuck is going on! Is this because of me texting my ex? Doesn't this just fucking prove what I was saying!" You shouted, the words managing to rip through the jagged stab of your ribs against your strained lungs. It stung your head, rattling your jaw bone, bringing a hand down to slam in punctuation against the glass. But he just sighed, slowly shaking his head as he took a seat on the chair. He leaned back, stretching his legs forward and crossing his ankles - You looked down at him now, fist shaking by your side as he watched you. Just watched, not reacted; Like an impenetrable force of bullshit, he just kept the same sympathetic smile.

"I'm not sick," He raised an index finger, lazily pointing in your direction. "You...have a concussion," You rolled your eyes, scoffing in a quiet hiss. He dropped his hand to rest on his thigh. "And I would like to be close enough to help you but," Joe took a slow inhale. "After how you blew up on me last night, I just,"

You couldn't belive the poision spilling from this vipers mouth, his eyes genuine as he spoke, explaining it as honestly as he knew how. He trailed off, eyes lulling around the room as he brought his shoulders up in a shrug, exhaling sharply. "I just want to know I can trust you," He brought up a hand, brushing the air away. "That is all this is,"

"This? is crazy." You spoke, eyebrows raising and glancing around, throat strained from screaming, demanding answers. "Fuck," You muttered, his presence something that you couldn't escape from any angle, the burning feeling of his gaze soaking into your skin tugged at your mind. You wanted to think, to plan.

"See, you keep on saying that; But I know you,"

"Don't,"

"I know you're smart; I don't know why you're panicking right now. I would never do anything to hurt you; I'm trying to help you, help us. He's nothing, you told me yourself," Joe spoke, the tension in his voice flowing like a rushing stream, rippling over your voice and drowning away hope of a retort. Your throat ached.

"I'm thirsty." You spoke, grayrocking his attempts to unstitch you between his fingers. A beat reached the pair of you, your eyes resting on his hands, refusing to let his gaze inspect your own. Slowly, you pushed off of the glass, walking cautiously around the large box. You kept one palm on the side of the wall, treading towards the door - Was it even worth trying? The small latch box beside it seemed less likely to get through, but more likely to actually open. You craned your mind for ideas, eyes lulling to the thin mattress on the bed.

"Good," Joe sighed out the words, as if he was holding the air in the room in his tightly wound fist. "That's - That's good," You can hear the creak of the metal, squealing backwards as he jumped to his feet. You didn't bother follow his shadow smear off into the rest of the darkness, staring at the image of yourself reflected in the glass. You sat slowly onto the mattress, lowering your aching body and mind down - You finally rest your back onto the wall, and your nerves scream at you; But you're too exhausted now to cry out, your throat dry and scraped. Click. Was he always so quiet? The small door of the latch closed, your eyes floating open. You didn't realize when you closed your eyes, the ice cold room coddling your bloody body, the swelling of your temple veins finally beginning to steady. Nonetheless, your lips parted, the skin chapped.

"Did you kill him," You breathed the words, the flicker of genuine curiosity crossing your tone as you lifted your head. Three water bottles stood in the glass latch box, your hesitation a moment of firey resistance. Dried tears tracked the tacky skin of your flushed cheeks, no moisture left in your body. You cried it all away. You felt like Eve in the garden, the snake offering out a promise of kindness, sanctity.

"Yes," The air was still. "But... You didn't let me explain anything before assuming the worst, and here we are. You're assuming again," Joe sounded - Dissapointed, lost in the fog of his own making.

Is that really what you think of me? Christ, I left you for fifteen minutes, to buy you cold water and ice packs. You think that I just do this for no vital reason? You didn't let me explain the book. I did this all for you, I kept this man from hurting you again, from breaking your heart like it was nothing. Now you fear the parts of myself you taught me to take pleasure in. And you take it all back? I did this all for us.

"What is there to explain, Joe?" You muttered dryly, voice hoarse. You might have been asleep longer than you thought, using your palms to steady yourself onto your feet. You lulled towards the box, the metal handle demeaning in its own way. The water bottles behind the glass dripped with condensation, pooling around one another. A flinch in the dark as you stumble, and you could have sworn you heard a sigh of relief when you opened the box.

Can't you see how worried I am? You have a concussion for God's sake - Your coordination is alright, all things considered. I knew you'd be scared, horrified at this, that's why I tried to protect you.

"I was protecting you," He's still in the dark, but his voice moves to watch you drink down the water. You chugged gluttonously, stomach twisting at being empty, but the cold water continued to plummet. After a moment, you breathe hard, water flecking from your lips. "Ever since we met... Things fell into place for you - Your ex finally backed off, your friends stopped pulling you into places and groups you hated," Joe stepped into the light, standing in front of the box, mirroring you. "I did all those things for you! Your job even,"

Your gut curdled. Your boss, an older man, being cut down from a banker to working alongside you in the grocery store - He made creepy remarks, but nothing you hadn't seen or been able to brush off. You mentioned it once to Joe, speaking of your boss' crude behavior and lack of manners, and the following week he passes; Suicide.

"You killed my fucking boss!"

"I got you a promotion! He was a pervert, someone who could really hurt you. Imagine if I wasn't here, for just one second, imagine how your life would be." Your throat clenched, hand grasping at the empty waterbottle with a squeaking crunch. Joe threw his eyebrows up, chin dipping off to the side, tilting down his eyes to your horrified expression. "I just wanted to keep you safe. I never wanted you to find these things - And you're making me into the monster," He blinked at your silence, wetting his lips as he sighed, shaking his head. He brought his hand to his face, pinching at the bridge of his nose.

I'm not thinking straight; If you had given me even just a day to prepare for this, I could have explained this all to you - You, I know you would understand. You have to. And you will, in time.

"I love you." It was almost convincing enough for you to believe, it sounded so close to the man you knew, the man who slow danced with you in your kitchen. You stood, shaking, in shock with a fist white knuckling, sweating. Just as Joe dipped back into the dark, there was a paused moment of relief. And hearing his steps echo up the stairs shot panic through your frozen chilled veins. When will he back? Will he be back?

Cold. Dark. When the lights shut off, you woke up. Ironic, though you knew Joe was still there. You could hear his shallow breathing, matching the slow rise and fall of your own body - You couldn't sleep the moment you were swallowed into the dark, grouped into blindness with him. But better to feign being asleep than to hear his voice from every angle of your skull, bouncing, echoing. Was this it? Death, you thought. No chance of sleep, no use in moving. You had finished the water hours ago, yet the knawing hunger in your stomach stabbed into your gut hard. A growl rolled through your body, trying to tighten yourself into an impossibly smaller ball. To be loved by Joe Goldberg, is to be defiled. And he insisted on watching every single part of you break.

I know you aren't asleep, but it's okay you don't want to talk. Every couple goes through hard patches - I'm being put on the couch tonight, but you'll apologize, you'll come to know that people do bad things for the people they love. Love is more important than anything; It extends past our abilities to comprehend these social morals implanted in our heads. You're smart, you always wanted to fight against these "social norms", so why are you fighting how I want to love you? I'm giving you everything, begging you to give me just a word. Anything, I miss your voice. I hurt you, hit you - I understand if you hate me. But I can't give up, not on you, not on us. All I ever wanted to do, for you, is to take care of you; And at least this way, I finally can.

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captain-huggy-bear · 2 months ago

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Congrats on 1000 followers! Can i have I never want us to forget why we fell in love in the first place with kiefer sherwood? Thanks ❤️

TW: Lil' Angsty, marriage troubles 1000 Followers Celly Currently ongoing 🥳🎉 (please read the rules ends 21st April 2025) Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

Married life was taking a toll on the both of you.

Between Kiefer's hockey schedule, 2 kids under the age of 2 and the stress of running a household on your own while he was away, you were starting to break. Both of you fighting more than you've ever done, starting to lose that spark, to feel...to feel like there wasn't a point to this. It was scary. You love Kiefer. Kiefer loves you. But, each day it was starting to feel like that wasn't enough. And he knew you were starting to feel that way. Could see it in the way you weren't as eager to see him when he came home from a roadie. Could see it in the way you were so stressed out juggling the babies, the home, while he was gone...

So he takes matters into his own hands because he knows something needs to change and it's not letting your relationship break until you hate each other. No. He loves you. He wants this and he just needs to bring it back, fix the problems.

"I'm going to hire a nanny for when I'm on a roadie." Kiefer can see the moment you process his words, face dropping like you've done something wrong because that's how you feel. Are you not a good enough mum that he's had to do that? Decided to do it without asking you?

"What? Why?"

"Because it's not fair that you're juggling 2 babies and the house by yourself...because I can see you're stressed, honey." You're an amazing mum, but fuck, 2 kids under 2 was a lot...2 kids under two when he wasn't there to help? Near impossible.

"I'm fine."

"Baby," Kiefer's hand brushes your cheek, tender, gentle in a way that it hasn't been in a while. God, when was the last time you cuddled? Kissed? Made love? It's hard to remember... the contact is so missed that it has your eyelids fluttering, leaning into the touch like a sunflower turning towards the sun. "You're not, I'm not...we're not."

The silence is loud, both scared to really talk about it, but Kiefer knowing it needs to be done. God, when was the last time you truly spent time together? When was the last time things felt like you? Like the couple you had been? When had he let things slip? When had you both let things become so difficult? So distant?

"I need you to let me do this, honey. The nanny, the chef, the cleaner. A babysitter so we can have dates again, the kids going to stay with one of the guys for the night...I never want us to forget why we fell in love in the first place and I'm scared we are." He's fully cupping your face now, stepping into your space, something he hasn't done in so long...God, you don't even curl up together at night anymore...a gap between you when you sleep like a canyon. God, you've missed it, the closeness, the intimacy.

It's why you concede because he's right...he's so right...You want to remember why you fell in love in the first place, what it used to be like with him before life got in the way and made things difficult. Made things so so hard.

"Okay, okay...I...I love you, you know that?"

"I know, that's why I'm doing this, sweetheart. I'm fighting for us, okay?"

"Okay..."

The kiss he presses to your lips is gentle but hesitant, a reminder that there's things to fix, but God, have you missed that. Missed the scratch of his beard against your skin, the tickle of his curls, the way his lips are always slightly chapped from skating on the ice all the time. The thrill it sends through you like your body is a livewire.

When Kiefer pulls back he stays close, forehead pressing to yours like now he's got the closeness, the distance is too much, too painful

"Demo's agreed to take the kids tonight, figured we could have some us time? Take you out for a nice meal, get all dressed up, make out like teenagers in the car? Y'know, like we used to? Would you like that?" It's the cheeky smile, the silly little reminder of how much you both used to want each other, the way you used to clamber into the backseat to make out, how bar bathrooms weren't safe spaces from you, that has you smiling. You want that back. The unadulterated joy, the intimacy, the closeness.

"Yeah...I think I would."

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mehiwilldoitlater · 6 months ago

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Was I up all night reading yours fics , yes

Did your fics made me cry , also yes

Did your fics give the feels !! Also yes!

Please I am on my knees for you !! Please , PLEASE ! Can I please request a part 2 of wukong and his lover the white bone demon if not maybe reader finally meeting the white bone demon 👀🙏

Seriously your writing is amazing ! Your very talented ^^ !!!

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"Finally! You're here!"

The young lady took the form of a small fox, jumping from the obsidian stairs of the palace directly into your arm. You caught her, laughing a little at her display of affection towards you. Yuán Fèn made a few giggles, finding the scene almost adorable.

"Hi Pingping, it's nice to be back!"

After some more scratches and some more small kisses on your china, the small fox jumped down again, retaking her more humanly form, hugging your beloved with the tenderness of a younger sister.

"Oh, I was so happy when you said you wanted to meet Mother! I wanted so badly to hear news from your engagement!"

"We were still working on that," said the monkey with a small shyness, scratching his head for the nervousness. You've informed your friend of the future wedding, and, as many, she was more than overjoyed about the news.

"We have so much to discuss!"

"Or," a calm but stern voice came from behind, followed by the gentle movements of silks and footsteps, "you can take your time questioning the young king while I discuss with Y/N the real reason for their visit..."

The princess's voice came to you, reminding you on why you asked for a meeting and for her counsel.

The young foxes pouted, looking at you with her big, sad eyes.

"Aaaw, you came for business! I thought we could have shared some time together..."

"I'm sorry, PingPing," you hold her hands, giving her a small squeeze. "I promise, as soon as I'm finished here, you'll have me as much as you want!"

"In the meantime," her mother stepped back again. "Why don't you show our young one your skills? You trained so hard, remember?"

"Oh!" She smiled again, turning on Yuán Fèn, who looked at you with a jolt of worry. He trusted Raksasi, but he was afraid to leave you alone in this...

"Come on, kind monkey! Come, come! Let's play a little!"

"Y-yeah, just..." He held your hand, looking at you with apprehension. "Are you sure you don't want me around?"

You nodded at him, unsure and yet firm at the same time.

"I... it's something that is about me... I want TK to solve it on my own accord..."

"Alright..." He sighed, kissing you gently, "Be safe. And whatever happens, call me, all right?"

"I Will..."

And, after another moment of hesitation, he let go of your hand, following the Fox Tona training ground.

The princess could understand your tension; in your letters, you were quite vague, but she had a few ideas of what the problem was.

"Come..." She started to walk, making her way to her chambers. "Let's talk while we drink some tea..."

///

Before I could realize what was happening, I could only see fog.

I'm sure to be in a forest; I can perceive the branches of the trees here and there, but it's unclear if they've lost their leaves or they're dead. They look like arms, stretching towards a dark, cloudy sky. The silence is unnatural; it's like the animals are gone; even the insects don't dare to disturb that quiet and ominous aura.

I'm alone, utterly alone. I don't need to call for help because I know that no one will answer me.

Then, in the fog, a figure emerged. I can't get anything from them; the fog is so dense that I can't see clearly their gender or their face, but I know them. I don't know why, but I feel like I've always known who this figure is, like an old memory that tries to come back.

They are looking at me, and so they start to take some steps towards me. They're close, and I'm afraid they want something from me, and I'm scared of what they want. I can't move, and they're so bare. They open their mouth and...

"And then I woke up..."

The princess looked at you with an attentive expression, holding her cup with one hand while the other was busy massaging her chin, a concentrated look on her face.

"Every time I woke up, I felt like I had held my breath for hours! And every time, I feel worse than the last one! I can't even take a rest properly; that dream is literally consuming me!"

The princess lay down the cup, fixing one of her silky sleeves, observing how just talking about it made you so nervous by the way you were grasping yours. She noticed before, but your eyes looked tired, and the way your muscles relaxed once you were able to sit down in her private chambers gave out how ALREADY tired you were.

"Are you taking care of yourself?"

"...well...I can't say that sleep is doing fine. If I sleep, I dream, and I can't go back after that. Yuán Fèn is afraid that it could get sick if I keep it up like that..."

"Thought so, but... do you want to sleep?"

You stayed silent, avoiding her piercing eyes. Even without words, she got her answer.

"Avoiding it won't make it go away... and tell me, since when did this vision start to appear? You never had it before; do you have any clue?"

"Well..." You pondered a little, thinking about everything that could have triggered it... "... maybe... since when did Yuán Fèn and Wukong change places?"

"You mean when he merged?"

"That thing!"

She pondered a little, caressing one strand of her white unruly hair. She looked at you a few times; maybe there was an idea moving in her head, but she wanted to be sure...

"You told me that in your world you're... a little ahead of us, remember?" She finally spoke, "What is your knowledge of dreams?"

"Dreams?" You asked, clearly confused, "Well...technically we don't..."

She emitted a silenced laugh, then stood up and slowly approached you.

"Dreams are unclear...but what I think is that they can be a mirror...or a window to another planet of existence."

Her explanation, which was kind of cryptic, left you puzzled. Just like before. She sighed again, sitting near you with patience.

"What if, "she began, " maybe, just maybe... the one figure in your dreams is someone pretty close to the one that has been summoned once and now is trying to get in contact with you?"

"I would tell them to leave a message and LET me sleep."

"Y/n."

"I know, I know. Sorry..." You sighed, massaging your temples, knowing that this time some humor would not help you out from this one.

"Do you know what...who they are?"

"I'm sure you have your own idea about this..."

Another truth, even if, at least to you, seems pretty sketchy or at least difficult to be. The possibility that it was in fact her seems illogical, but even the old sage seems adamant about a connection between you and his old bride. Not to mention the fact that everything started just after that one episode...

You sighed, looking towards Raksasi, more uncertain about what to do.

"Do you...have any idea about what to do?"

"Well..." She rose up "We'll need some incense as a start..."

///

Besides the sound of the candles that were lit and the bella that were attached tò your wrist, the sound of your mate were noisy in the silence of the palace. He moved here and there, trying tò ease his nervousness by walking around the circle made with Sand where Raksasi had insteucted you tò sit. She was focused in Lit the candles around the area, making sure that the Place was free from others intention.

"Are you sure that there's no other way?!"

"Mother said that it's better like this than just dreaming!"PingPing retorted, finishing setting the bells on your other wrist. Yuán Fèn scoffed; the idea to let you try something that even in their own world was considered a risky move was beyond him. He kept on going in circles, looking at you, searching for even a small inch of indecision in your face, but, besides nervousness, you were fully aware of what you wanted to do.

"Dreams are not sufficient to let the two speak properly. One is stuck in a limbo, and the realm of the dreams has its own rules; we must let them meet in a neutral zone."

"I know that!" he exclaimed exasperatedly, "but in that neutral zone, who will protect her from...who knows who?!"

"Yuán Fèn, please," your voice came more like a prayer. "I wanted this...it's the only way...."

He reached you, careful to not destroy the circle made of sand, holding your hand. It was so pale; this lack of sleep was catching up to you.

"I don't want to see you hurt."

"She's been hurt more than me. If I talk to her, it's the only way to let me have some peace, then... it's a good idea to give it a shot..."

He wanted to dissuade you from this stupid and foolish idea, but you were always so stubborn! PingPing reached for his arm, caressing it with her usual tenderness.

"Mother will lead her step by step; you don't need to be afraid, Monkey."

Then, the swipt of silk called your attention to her slim and elegant figure. She seemed more stern than before, her hands connected to each other; she looked at you specifically with determination.

"We're ready. Let's start."

Yuán Fèn looked at you. One last time, searching for everything that could let him know that you wanted to give up. Instead, you kissed his hands, trying to ease his fears for your well-being.

"...Be safe, ok?"

"I will. Trust me."

He slowly LET go of your hands while Home and PingPing leave you alone in the circle.

"Remember," the voice of the princess came back, "if you feel overwhelmed or in danger, use the bells. We'll get you out."

You nodded, lying down on the cold pavement of the room. You breathed slowly and deeply, trying to concentrate only on your own thoughts, the only voice coming from the calming tone of the princess.

"Your breath is your step. The crossline between dreams and the nothingness is thin, so be aware. You must fall to go..."

You felt your body slowly falling down, like a rock that is sinking in a pond. Every sound started to disappear; nothing was there; even time had stopped.

Darkness, the smell of the incense slowly fading, the tingling of the bells faded like the wind.

Then you opened your eyes.

You wondered if the nothingness was a mass of pure white, but what you found was an expanse of deep blue. No fog was around, only a few bubbles here and there. In the distance, shining small spots in the distance, like stars that shined from the distant skies.

You wondered if the nothingness was scary and empty; instead, you found somewhere peaceful and graceful in the eyes.

You looked around, wondering if you were actually there when the sound of a robe moving caught your attention.

Turning around, she was there. Her eyes fixed on you with a surprised expression. Her robes were colored in pure white, her long hair down, decorated, the tips slowly turned to a white tone.

She was nothing like you; her eyes were different, her body was different, her face was different, and yet you felt like meeting someone just like you.

She couldn't speak a word; she just stood there looking at you in disbelief. You grasped, standing up, feeling the urge to finally speak.

"I...I..." But what to say? She seemed frightened..."...You... You're... you're the one that had been visiting in my dreams... You're... you're the old sage wife, right?"

She seemed... scared, maybe nervous... She slowly nodded.

"...I-I'm Y/n!"

"...I...I know..."

You started to regret this. You wanted to talk to her, meet her, and now there you are, scratching your arm, nervous in a meeting that you weren't that sure to continue.

"You look tired..." She finally spoke; her voice was kind, soft, and delicate like a snowflake.

"Ah! Well...uh...I had a few bad nights.

"... I'm sorry..."

"It's... well, it's true... but you don't need to apologize! I... just... wanted to know... why?"

She looked almost embarrassed, not so proud of the fact that she had put you in such a state. She took a big breath, caressing her arm.

"... After I whispered those words to you, I wished that maybe, just maybe, I could talk to him again..."

You noticed her shoulder trembling, her eyes now full of tears, her voice holding some hiccups.

"I just wanted to see him... One last time... I'm sorry... please, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you... I just... I..."

Her hiccups, her voice rumbling in a cry... She was holding her face in her hands, her cry now echoed in that deep blue, and you... you couldn't hold it.

She was a lonely soul, someone who had been suffering for so long, without anyone to share it. She had loved someone with all herself, and that love had hurt her in many ways, and yet she was there, hoping to be able to hold his hand again, to hear his lips speaking her name again.

You would have been the same as anything that could have happened to Yuán Fèn.

Your arms reached her, holding her in a warm embrace, with fear of walking up and losing her in this sea of tears. She stopped her cry, surprised by your act...and yet she cried harder, her delicate hands holding your robes. She felt that like she didn't deserve that kindness, and you were still there, holding her to let her pain get out.

"I want to help you," you whispered. "Tell me how..."

///

When you woke up, everyone was there around you. You had moved the Bells, fearing the worst; instead, you were calm and collected... and with news that Yuán Fèn hated.

"LET them...meet?!"

"It's possible, Mother?LET them speak?"

The princess pondered, looking at the two of you.

"It's not impossible... I mean, if both of them LET them take their body..."

Of course there was a small issue in the thing. The chance of them tò not wanting to let the both of you go and taking their bodies as their own.

"...She won't harm me...and she'll stop Wukong from doing some stupid act."

"How can you be so sure about it?" Yuán Fèn asked you.

"...Because I trust her."

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lxrd-ren · 9 months ago

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Fuck it

NICO MASTERMIND THEORY, HEAR ME OUT

(Disclaimer this is not in any way like an extremely good theory like the Whit ones, but the more I thought about it the more it made some sort of sense; like more than you'd think)

Alright, just thought of this like 20 minutes ago when listening to a song. Thought 'Oh hey this reminds me of Nico' cause the song was about a girl who deleted her classmates as revenge for bullying her. She goes on to delete all of her classmates, aka, everyone.

I thought to myself, 'Huh, where have I heard that before'.

...

One of the main reasons we believe the killing game is happening in the first place is revenge for Mai, whether it's specifically targeted towards Teruko or the entire cast. I mean we got recent confirmation from MonoTV that the killing game is meant to go on until everyone is dead so it's hardly far-fetched.

Now, circle back to Nico, who tried to kill Ace, and by extension everyone else, out of revenge. Nico, who voiced how they would've understood Levi killing if he simply 'didn't like them'

Revenge is a big theme with Nico, pair that with a killing game that was started out of revenge and it doesn't seem all that far-fetched

HOLD ON THERES MORE I PROMISE

Moving onto another obvious one; MonoTV is a cat.

Nico is largely associated with cats from having cat-like hair, eyes, gloves, and a scratch that looks like it's from a cat. And even though their ultimate talent is to do with pets in-general, they seem to mention cats specifically a lot with telling Xander and Teruko a fact about cats, saying about how they'd rather be with their cats; hell even in the voice trailer they mention cats.

To conclude, whilst I don't think Nico designed MonoTV themselves, I think it's more MonoTV was built for or with them in mind

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With the Mai page, everyone had a sentence that links both to Mai but also to themselves. Like Rose's mentioning memory.

They nearly all start off similar with either beginning with 'A girl' or 'She'. The ones that don't follow this trend stuck out to me. Namely, MonoTV's, Min's, Nico's and Teruko's.

Teruko and MonoTV being unique is expected, but Mins and Nicos being unique is a bit strange. As you've read the title of this post, I'm sure you could already guess I wanna talk about Nico's.

Now, 'Everyone confided in her'.

In connection to Mai, we can guess that she was friends with all of the cast, and as a result, knew personal things about them.

We also know that the mastermind knows these things also what with knowing Whit is a light sleeper and Hu's favourite brand of clothing.

From this, we can assume that either Mai is the mastermind, or Mai told the mastermind these things.

And then, quite randomly, Nico is paired up with this statement. Only reason I can think of as to why is because Nico is the one Mai told.

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MOVING ON

This one's a bit of a stretch but stay with me

Above is Nicos secret quote. Now, we shall assume this quote will follow the trend of eventually being said by whoever it is paired up with. I get that this is already a likely thing for Nico to say regardless if they are the mastermind or not, but I think it makes more sense if Nico is the mastermind.

Alright, Nico starts the killing game out of revenge for Mai. Come Chapter 6 or something, Nico is revealed to be the mastermind. When explaining their reasoning for the killing game, they go on about how it's the casts / Terukos fault in the first place.

(If they are referring to the cast as a whole it makes sense as they refer to it as 'mistakes', multiple mistakes. Aka, more likely done between a group of people compared to just one.)

(If they are referring to Teruko it also makes sense because her real secret is theorised to be 'THE KILLING GAME IS ALL YOUR FAULT'.)

AKA, 'WHY SHOULD I TAKE THE FAULT FOR THE KILLING GAME WHEN YOU ARE THE ONE/S THAT MADE THOSE MISTAKES TOWARDS MAI IN THE FIRST PLACE'

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AND IF THATS NOT ENOUGH, THERES ONE MORE THING

Above is the placements in the trial

Now, most of them seemingly don't have much significance except for Teruko + David being across from each other cause y'know, Protagonist vs Antagonist

Assume that Nico is the mastermind, aka the one who started the killing game in the first place.

Their placement is across from XANDER, THE ONE WHO WAS DETERMINDED TO END THE KILLING GAME

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #nico hakobyan #drdt nico

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yuugen-benni · 1 year ago

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''Not a Father's Day''

When your husband gets a baby fever TAGS: Childe x reader, the word ''sex'' appear only once, mentions of pregnancy (yes I'm breaking my own rule), Modern AU A/N: This is based on ''How I met your mother'' T4 E7, and I'M OBSESSED WITH THE HEADER PLUSHIE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Guys, when you get married remember, Marriage has three stages:

Stage number 1: Teen era Even after you've known each other for years and years, almost tried to kill each other, and probably seen you both naked, you'll act like teenagers in their prime. You know, teasing, blushing for any reason, sex in the most inopportune places, those things that one day you will remember and feel ashamed of yourself.

Stage number 2 - Finding out The part of the relationship where you realize you knew absolutely nothing about your partner. Actually, "Nothing" is an exaggeration but you get the point. You start to know about small things that are shocking to the point of being considered a secret. Everyone has a secret, right? And the best way to count them is to dump each one. For example, Childe talking about her crazy exes:

''it's raining, look!….Oh, this reminds me so much of a crazy ex of mine who was in front of my apartment one night yelling about how she and I were meant for each other, and her husband was by her side! And the unbelievable was-''

And he kept talking and talking, while your expression was screaming ''There is more ?!'' and your mind thanks God for being normal;

Stage number 3 - Perfect couple

Here is when you became a perfect couple. What is a perfect couple? Two people who have spent so much time together that they can now create an encyclopledia about their partner. Habits, tics, favorite foods, the number of Hot Wheels cars your partner has collected, that sort of thing. Even reading expressions is possible;

The fights end and so do the disagreements

But there is only one subject that can break this: Babies.

''Hey babe, I'm back!" Childe announces his arrival, the door closes behind him as he walks over to you in the kitchen, and peck your lips "I was on my way here when I found out this little sock on our doorstep…?" Childe leans on the counter by his side with a confused expression while he plays with the child's sock, noticing the cute little blue patterns. You, who was kindly decorating cookies for Childe's siblings, looked up to look at the little thing

''It must be from new neighbors, they got the opposite apartment and knocked our door asking for help'' You started, leaving aside the piping bag ''Finally some new people! It's been so long since someone rented an apartment here'' the man commented, approaching the cookies discreetly before wincing at the slap you gave his hand

''They have two kids'' Continuing ''a baby girl and a boy with Teucer's age''

At the mention of his brother, Childe's expression changed, forgetting his red fingers. ''Awesome, we could invite them to dinner this weekend, If that's not a problem'' He gave an idea, but then raised an eyebrow at your dull expression

''They seem like good people…but I-I'm sure they'll ask those awkward questions like 'when are you two having a baby' and then apologize for being intrusive after being intrusive'' Of course, it was just an assumption, you had only interacted with them for minutes but your biggest mistake in this conversation was bringing up the subject you two avoid. Childe laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

''Well-''

"Childe, we already talked about this. You just have a silly baby fever, and in case you didn't know, fever goes away" You quickly dismissed him, knowing he wouldn't give up so soon. Having a child was a big request, a big wish. But it's not like it wouldn't be ''easy'', you have enough money to have 50 kids and they still wouldn't use up half of Childe's bank account. His family lives in the apartment next door and could teach you more about how to take care of children…But there was still an insecurity boiling inside you.

"But what if it doesn't go away ? What If the urge to go out just to buy little socks for our child keeps eating me ?" He was almost pleading, looking into your eyes just when you tried to avoid his gaze

"...First, you need to give me good arguments" you replied after sigh, somewhat expressing your guilty. Childe opens a big smile and approaches you once more, A fox look - persuasive "hmm... don't you want hold a mini silly Childe in your arms ?-"

"Cut it off! This is serious!"

"O-okay!" He chuckled softly before silence filled the room, he looked at the floor and then at the main kitchen window "We would practically be building a story…That's not the reason I would want to have a child, in fact you is my reason. Sometimes I feel like you are the reason for my existence… and they would [literally] understand me"

You stayed quiet and walked away from the counter, taking off your apron before gently kissing his lips. He cupped your face, wiping away the small traces of flour on your cheeks. ''I'm convincing, aren't I?'' He whispered and pulled away, taking a few steps backwards as he bit into the cookie he stole while you weren't looking. Bastard. You didn't even have time to shout at him because the man was already on the other side of the apartment; you sighed, but couldn't help but giggle.

You married a idiot, a handsome idiot. Have fun.

#yes guys I like sitcoms it's my obsession #this was actually fun to write!#benni #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #2024 is my year #genshin #childe #tartaglia #Obrigadaeuteamo

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 9 months ago

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It's Complicated

may i humbly request logan being scary? any au you like (mob, highschool, fantasy) i just want to see logan intimidating/beating the crap out of someone and the other sides being half terrified half amazed love your writing so much thank you for all the food :3 – anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: amnesia, concussion warnings, misunderstandings

Pairings: logince, can be platonic or romantic, you decide

Word Count: 2533

Officially, the villain known as The Mastermind has been missing for months. No one knows what's happened and, officially, no one's really worried about it. Coincidentally, this is around the time where Roman, otherwise known as the Prince, took in his roommate, Logan. Logan doesn't remember his less than savory actions, and Roman's not exactly keen on reminding him. Not when Logan is a sweet, somewhat oblivious roommate who is far more concerned about making sure they have coffee than programming death rays or terrifying squads of innocent civilians. At least until some harmless muggers try to accost them in an alleyway and Logan...well. Remembers.

Roman swallows, hand pressed against the rough gravel of the alleyway where he'd stumbled as the fight got worse. Around them lay the broken and groaning bodies of their would-be attackers, the last one falling with a muffled thud.

In front of him, Logan turns. No, the villain Logan used to be turns around.

Roman swallows again. "You remember."

"Mm."

His voice sounded how Roman remembers it again. His walk, his posture, even his expression as he looks at Roman.

The villain is back.

Had it all been a performance? A plot to get Roman to let his guard down? No, there were things that couldn't have been fake in those months, Logan…Logan really had lost his memories.

…memories that were back now.

Are…are they supposed to fight now? He's not nearly in good enough shape to do that right now. and even if he was, even though it's clear that Logan—the villain is back, he can't help seeing the person who he's been living with for the past…god, he can't believe it.

"You know," Logan says suddenly, "it's funny. I spent a lot of time thinking you didn't know who I was, that that's why you took me in, treated me kindly."

Roman tries to suppress a flinch as he steps closer.

"But now," he continues as he crouches in front of him, "I find out that you knew, from the start, and you did all that anyway."

He tilts his head.

"You keep surprising me."

It's the callback to a conversation that happened an eternity ago that jolts Roman into action. He begins to pull himself up off the ground as sirens start in the distance.

Logan offers him a hand. After a moment, he takes it, pulling himself up slowly.

"Thanks," he mumbles, before looking and seeing a bloom of red on Logan's shoulder. "You've been hurt."

"Hm?" Logan glances down at his shoulder. "Oh. So I have. It's just a scratch."

"That is not just a scratch," Roman says, frowning at it as he starts to push the fabric out of the way, "you need stitches. Come on, let's go h—"

The words catch on the tip of his tongue. He swallows.

"Let's go get you patched up."

"We can go home too," Logan says softly, watching him with a strange expression.

Roman just nods and turns, heading away from the sirens. He glances down and sees Logan's shadow following him. As they traverse the alleys and make to the main road, he finds himself doing the things to protect Logan on instinct. Holding his arm out to hold him back, reaching out to steady him as they cross a bridge, even taking his hand so they wouldn't get separated in a large crowd.

Each time he does, he scolds himself and shoves the offending hand in his pocket. He clenches his fist to keep from reaching out and grits his teeth to keep quiet.

Logan doesn't say a word.

When they get back to Roman's apartment, he opens the door to the closet and sets the first-aid kit on the table.

"Leaving so soon," Logan asks as he goes to the bedroom, "am I supposed to do it myself this time?"

Part of Roman wants to say yes, the villain is more than capable of stitching himself up, that he's lucky Roman even let him back in here, just do it and get out.

But the rest of Roman is moving to the table and picking up the kit without further protest.

"You're quiet," he says as he shrugs out of his jacket, "you were so chatty this morning."

Roman hums noncommittally.

"Did something happen?"

Roman glares at him.

"Alright, alright, joke in bad taste, I understand." Logan keeps watching him. "…still, I've never known you to be this…quiet."

"What do you want me to say?"

Logan chuckles. "Maybe 'thank you' for saving me?"

"Thank you for saving me."

"Alright, well, if you're just going to repeat whatever I say—" Roman starts to stand up— "wait, wait, alright, I'm done."

Roman pauses. Logan gestures awkwardly to his now-stitched shoulder.

"Thank you, for helping me with this."

Roman nods and starts packing up the first-aid kit. Logan watches him start to put it away before calling out.

"So what happens now?"

Roman pauses, looking over his shoulder. Logan shifts in the chair, one leg crossed over the other, and even that subtle reminder that he's back with all his stupid body language tells and looks exactly the way he always did in those fucking interrogation rooms—

He pulls himself back.

"…would you like me to leave?"

"Do you want to leave?"

"I asked you first."

Maybe Logan hasn't gotten all of his memories back. He's never seen him look so…unsure. Only when he starts to shift more noticeably does Roman realize he's frowning at Logan.

"Sorry," he mumbles as he goes to put the first-aid kit back. He hears Logan shifting in the chair behind him. "Figured you'd want to go…I dunno, get back to work. You've been away for a while."

"Mm. And not one person came to look for me."

Roman stills, eye catching a scar on his hand. "They did."

"What?"

"They did come to look for you," he says again as he shuts the closet door, "several times."

He can feel Logan's eyes boring into his back. "And you…"

"Kept them off your scent." He moves toward the kitchen—do something normal, do something normal— "didn't sound like they wanted to ensure a safe recovery."

The apartment is quiet as Roman fills the kettle. On the street below, a car honks.

"Why did you take me in," Logan asks suddenly, "and don't give me that 'out of the goodness of my heart' nonsense."

Roman doesn't reply.

"You could've turned me over to the cope, the other heroes, anyone," he presses, "I wouldn't have stopped you. Why didn't you?"

"You didn't remember."

"Obviously, I didn't remember, so—"

"The evidence would've been enough to convict you but you weren't of sound mind and couldn't testify." He turned to grab a coffee mug. "Any decent attorney would've pleaded it at court and you would've gotten off. The whole point of bringing you to trial would be to get justice for those you've wronged who have no other way of getting you to answer for your crimes."

"So that's what this is about," Logan says, and there's that familiar cold tone, "justice?"

"No."

"What?"

"You asked me why I didn't turn you in." Roman gestures with the mug. "That's why."

"But not why you took me in."

Roman stays quiet. Logan growls in frustration, stalking over to slam his hands down on the counter.

"So that's it? I'm back to being 'the bad guy,' no ifs, ands, or buts about it?" Logan scoffs. "Your moral compass too stubborn now that everything's back to normal?"

Don't let him get under your skin. Don't let him, don't let him—but his armor is gone and Logan knows it.

"How do you think this is for me? I lose my memory and suddenly I'm just supposed to accept this? Do you know how jarring it is for everything you've known and trusted to be snatched away like that?"

"And how do you think it's been for me?" He slams the mug down and whirls around. "You think I've just been having the time of my life having you in my home? Where I'm supposed to be safe?"

Roman's breath shudders out of him as Logan grabs him by the shirt and slams him up against the wall. He winces, pain exploding up his spine. Gasping doesn't help—the wind's been knocked out of him. Tears spring to the corners of his eyes.

Something bites at his neck and his head jerks back. The sharp edge of Logan's knife shoved under his chin, an arm like a band of steel across his chest to keep him still.

This. This is familiar. This should feel better. This should—this should—

He thought he'd be done with being terrified of Logan.

And the bone-weary exhaustion that's been threatening him since the fight just…wins.

The fight goes out of him as he meets Logan's eyes. Even though he can feel the strength as Logan holds him there, even with the threat nudging him under his chin.

Then Logan moves.

His grip loosens abruptly, now almost cradling him against the wall instead of shoving him against it. The weapon leaves as his face takes on a soft, pained look.

It's the first time he's ever seen the villain out of combat.

I don't want to do this, he realizes with terrible certainty, I don't want to hurt you. Not like this. There has to be another way.

Logan's gaze flickers up to Roman's temple, his fingertips ghosting over a bloodied bruise from one of the people that tried to attack them.

"…got you good, huh?" A rueful smile. "Blood all over your pretty face."

"…you think my face is pretty?"

A laugh, huffed in disbelief and a little embarrassment. "Come, now, don't make me say it again."

Roman just swallows. "You, uh, you…have…"

Slowly, cautiously, he lifts his hand to Logan's cheek, brushing away some of the alley's soot.

"Thank you."

"Mhm."

Logan jerks his chin toward the wound. "Shall I return the favor?"

Roman opens his mouth to say something about how Logan didn't normally offer to clean up wounds he causes—indirectly or otherwise—but then again, fights didn't normally end with this sort of thing, either. So what ends up coming out is: "…sure."

Logan nods and pulls away, but the sudden lack of anything holding Roman upright has him back a second later, carefully taking him by the arms.

"Easy," he says quietly, "are you dizzy at all?"

"N-no, just…just stunned."

"Here, come—come sit down."

Logan helps him over to the same chair, all careful concern and soft touches that make Roman's head spin even worse than being shoved against the wall. In the strangest version of deja-vu, he walks over to the closet to retrieve the first-aid kit, setting it on the table and leaning against it. A small wrinkle appears between the furrow of his brows and he sets out a bandage and antiseptic from the plastic case.

A finger tilts his head up as Logan unwraps a wipe. He hisses at the slight sting of it.

"It's not that bad," Logan says softly as he works, "head wounds will always bleed more."

"I know."

Logan carefully cups his chin to hold him steady. "You're sure you don't feel dizzy or anything? Not woozy, nothing?"

"No. Doesn't even hurt that much anymore. I didn't even notice it until you…"

At the reminder, however brief, Logan's mouth tightens into a thin line. "I don't know if that's a good sign or if you pain tolerance has just become so high over the years,"

"…I don't know either."

Logan finishes dabbing at the wound and wraps the wipe up to be disposed. He takes the bandage and applies it with the same precision, smoothing over the edges to ensure there aren't any air bubbles. The whiplash of Logan having his memories back yet still treating him so tenderly after absolutely massacring those goons in the alley—

"Bright light, alright?"

Before Roman can say anything, a flash in front of him makes him flinch away. "I need more warning than that!"

Logan waits for him to recover, placing a hand on the back of his chair to lean closer. The sudden closeness does not help him gather himself, but Logan's still looking at him like that and—and—

"Bright light," he says again, softer, "okay?"

Roman nods and Logan holds up the light again. It appears in the corners of his vision and then moves away.

He's checking my pupils, Roman realizes faintly, he's trying to make sure I don't have a concussion.

The light vanishes and Logan holds up his hand. "Follow my finger."

It's a few more minutes before Logan pronounces him concussion-free.

"…thank you."

Logan hums, still looking at him. After a moment, a disbelieving chuckle rings out in the still room as he runs a finger down Roman's cheek. The contact doesn't quite make him flinch, but it makes him…feel something.

"The more I look," he murmurs, mostly to himself, "the more I see."

He traces a few of the scrapes and scars littering Roman's face.

"You poor thing." He lingers on an old scar. "How young were you when they let you outside?"

"Younger than I should've been, probably." Logan brushes a bit of hair back from his face, still tracing invisible lines across his cheek. The contact makes his head spin. "Not much of a pretty face anymore, am I?"

"I didn't say that."

"You meant it, though."

"No, I didn't. I'll thank you not to put words in my mouth."

"What, you actually think I have a pretty face? Still?"

"I thought I told you not to…" he trails off, a dark look coming to his face. Roman nearly shudders at the familiarity before— "who told you that?"

"What?"

"Who told you that," Logan demands, "who told you that you weren't pretty because of your scars?"

Roman blinks, taken aback by the sudden ferocity in his voice not directed at him, but for him. "Uh—"

Logan suddenly cups his face in his hands, staring at him intently. "Tell me who hurt you."

"What?"

"There are those who are still breathing after hurting you only because I do not know who they are. You will tell me."

"What is happening," Roman nearly whines, hopelessly confused, "I don't—what are you doing?"

His words seem to shock Logan back to himself—well, sort of—it's getting complicated, alright? His face twists, almost in pain, and his grip gentles. His thumbs smooth over Roman's cheeks again, holding his gaze for a long moment.

"You are pretty," he says softly, "no matter what anyone else says."

Oh.

Oh, no.

"U-um, I—uh—" Roman feels heat rush to his face— "if this is a joke, it isn't funny."

"Not a joke," Logan murmurs in that damnably soft voice, "I give you my word."

"…thank you."

Logan smiles. Not a manic grin, not a calculated smirk, not a villain smile, just a genuine, soft…smile.

"You're welcome, dear."

Roman swallows. "So…where do we go from here?"

Logan sighs, idly running his fingers through Roman's hair. "I don't know, dear. I don't know. Will you try and turn me in?"

"…probably not."

The corner of his mouth tugs up a little bit higher. "No? Still concerned I won't face the justice for my crimes?"

"Don't make fun." The seriousness saps Logan's humor in an instant. "I don't—I don't know what I'm doing, okay? Don't—"

"Shh," Logan soothes, and isn't that even more of a mind fuck— "it's alright. We can figure it out together."

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 2 years ago

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Love Looks Like...

Can be read platonically, romantically or like family :) (Orthos is not romantic btw go die if you were hoping for that <3)

Heartslaybul

Riddle- Handwritten notes lightly scented like roses ask you to come for tea, take him up on it. Spending time with you without the expectation of having to keep up with every single rule relaxes him immensely.

Trey- Icing on your nose, a teasing comment or two, and making your incoming complaining stop before it starts with a taste test. You're the one person he'll show off a little for, so long as its just the two of you.

Cater- Comfort, no need for the picture perfect smiles, the concealed, the makeup the filters- sitting in each other's company, holding onto the other as a reminder that reality is not quite as harsh as you remember since the other was a part of it.

Deuce- doting, anxiousness, fingertips brushing as bags are taken from your hands gently. Let him be who you rely on, let him show you he can be there for yoh the way he trusts you are there for him. Phone calls home, excited to tell his mom about you and memories you've made.

Ace- "You're an idiot" "I'm YOUR idiot", for anyone looking in they would think the two of you are enemies, but only at first glance. The silent communication as you lock eyes, his hand on your back to pull you away from things that make you uncomfortable, your hand on his shoulder to remind him when he should keep his mouth shut for his sake- a team. In private he needs to know that all the teasing is just that- so please hold him and play with his hair to remind him thats all it is.

Savanaclaw

Leona- "You look horrible. Come with me." Blunt to a fault, but it results in you in his arms, close and safe. Have you slept enough? Have you been taking care of yourself? He won't ask it out loud, but between his own stubborness and powers of delegation, he'll make sure you are taken care of. Soft purrs when you finally relax with him.

Ruggie- You don't remember packing any snacks, but magically there's one in your bag. He will never admit to it out loud, but he has a stronger stomach anyways. He can eat something else. You won't be going hungry, and that's whats important. You want to split it? Ah, damn maybe his stomach growling gave him away, but its that kind of kindness that made him want to look out for you. You're too soft!!

Jack- It takes a while before he's alright being openly cuddly, but he's always Right There. He always seems to know exactly what you need- the truth is he's been paying very close attention to you and your habits, and will ensure that you're happy as possible. You want to scratch behind his ears? He's not an actual dog- but fine. He'll bend down for you and pretend his tail isn't wagging a mile a minute.

Octavinelle

Azul- Solitude is something he's resigned himself to. He knows the tweels would turn on him on a dime if they so chose, and he's all but botched any other hopes at friendship. But for some reason you still seek him out. And for some reason, sharing his space isn't as bad as he thought it might be. Watching you sleep peacefully on his couch in his office makes him wonder what he did to make you feel so safe- but he's not complaining. Maybe you'd give him the same feeling if he could just get himself to try.

Jade- he's in awe of how little regard you seem to have for your well being. He just has to ask kindly and it seems you would follow him anywhere. As much as it nags in the back of his mind, he can't bring himself to act on any of his impulsive or intrusive thoughts. Especially when you listen to him ramble where others would ask him to stop.

Floyd- Throwing you. He's very physical. Maybe not throwing you or tackling you if its not something you cope well with, but its the novelty of knowing you'll come back. Whether its because of gravity or because he makes you laugh, you'll come back to him.

Scarabia

Kalim - Spontaneity. A blur of lines between what societal norms are for relationships, and just doing what makes you both happy. Life is so so short, so who cares if you hold hands or kiss each others heads and cheeks. Who cares if you fall asleep in each others arms. Let him explore with you, learn new things with you, travel with you. Life is better a minute at a time and he intends to spend as many minutes with you doing the things that excite the both of you as possible.

Jamil- Diligence. He pays attention to every possible detail. If you did the same for him, he may need a moment to process before accepting it.

Pomefiore

Vil- Political Incorrectness. So much hinges on what he says, how he acts, how he looks- with you he can speak freely. His opinions don't need careful wording. His disdain needs not be hidden. He doesn't need to sit like a lady nor eat like a gentleman. His laugh doesn't have to be his practiced melodic arpeggio but his real squawk. He trusts you wholly. Please reciprocate, so he feels like its ok.

Rook - Vulnerability. As much as he compliments other people, as hard as he works, he has never asked for praise. When he's in your arms, its quiet, almost like he didn't want you to hear him ask if you like him or you like what he says. Reassure him, praise him, and let him melt into you.

Epel - Having been raised on a farm he knows how to multitask and balance multiple responsibilities. He enjoys writing compliments on post its and slapping them onto you or around Ramshackle for you to discover- even if some of them are lightheartedly back handed. But his post its are also great to remind you when you have quizzes coming up or when you (mysteriously) need to go on another grocery run (for some items you've literally never had before but you know Vil wouldn't allow them at Pomefiore simply by the name of them).

Ignihyde

Idia- Hyperfixation rambler needs a listener. And its you. He loves the fact that if he doesn't feel up to talking though, you're perfectly happy just spending time in the same room together. But if you bring better snacks than he currently has on his room you Must Share. What do you mean he needs a real lunch first.

Ortho- baby brother!! He is still learning how to express love- or the idea of love to people other than his brother. But let him try!! He likes to "kiss" your forehead by bumping his face against yours, and makes happy little robot trills. Just tell him hes doing a great job. That's all he really needs.

Diasomnia

Malleus - journal entries he knows you'll never read. Beautiful black ink with a tinge of metallic forest green skillfully written in lovely calligraphy, lovingly filling the pages of his personal diary. Habits he has observed, his hopes for your future, and predictions of your past. Maybe one day he will read this to you, but for now he would rather spend his time having conversations to write later on. He will never let himself forget your importance.

Lilia- Silly silly old man. He wants to make every moment light, life is too short to simply dwell on possibilities, regrets and mistakes. Let him be the shoulder you cry on, so he can be the hand that helps you back up.

Silver - Dont lose faith in him. He knows that his narcolepsy can make it difficult to feel like he's genuinely there for you, but he swears to you he is. It's something he's still learning to navigate, please, just hold his hand through it all. He won't let go either.

Sebek - Gentleness. Its different coming from you than his father or Lilia or Silver. It's redirecting his attention from a minor incident to seeing his favourite bird. It's your hand squeezing his shoulder a bit before he yells so he has a moment to collect his thoughts. It's your honesty when he's fallen prey to another one of Lilia's tricks.

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Y'all idk what the fuck this is but I hope you liked it

I'm still on the mend from wisdom teeth removal but I'm alright if anyone was wondering lmao

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srovtl · 7 months ago

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(in here, a magic that connect hearts) Mitile SSR Card Story Translation

Translator note: This, and all the fifth anniversary card stories, reference each character’s affection story (which can be read here) and I recommend reading them beforehand.

Recording the trajectory of growth - Episode 1

Rutile and I were heading to the indoor training hall to deliver some treats to Mitile, who was practicing magic on his own.

Mitile: 《Ortonik Sealsispilce》!

Shino: Not bad. But you should relax a bit. Try again.

Mitile: Yes!

Akira: Is that Mitile and... Shino?

Rutile: Oh yeah. They are really concentrating…

Akira: (Both Mitile and Shino are working so hard...)

Mitile: ...Huh, nii-sama? And Master Sage.

Shino: What's up, you two?

Akira: Mitile, Shino. Good work. Sorry for interrupting.

Rutile: We brought some treats for Mitile, were you practicing together?

Shino: No, I was practicing by myself and Mitile showed up.

Mitile: Yes. When I arrived, Shino had already started...

Rutile: I see. You two were working really hard, so I couldn't help but stare.

Akira: Me too! Mitile and Shino are really working hard, aren't they?

Mitile: nii-sama, Master Sage… Hehe. Thank you.

Shino: If you're going to praise me, do it after I've achieved results. Otherwise, you'll have to praise me even more.

Rutile: Hehe, I'll have to learn from you two and work even harder! But before that, would you like something to drink? I brought lots, so Shino, please have some too.

Mitile: Wow, thank you!

Shino: Great idea. I was just feeling thirsty.

Rutile: Oh, that reminds me, Master Sage. I'm sure you had something to ask Mitile, right?

Mitile: Me?

Akira: Yes. I wanted to write about you all in the sage’s manual, so I am going around interviewing everybody.

Akira: I would love to ask you too Mitile... if you don't mind?

Mitile: Oh, of course! I've grown a lot! I wonder what I should get you to write about...

Shino: How about the magic training you're doing now?

Shino: You even tried magic you weren't confident about, and I said you had a promising future, let's get them to write about that.

Mitile: I'm really happy to hear you say that, Mister Shino.

Mitile: I also think Mister Shino is a great person who always works hard for his goals...

Mitile: I want to be just like you, a strong and cool person.

Shino: That's not a bad idea. I'm going to get stronger and become a great man that everyone looks up to.

Mitile: Yes! Let's work hard to make our dreams come true.

Shino: Yeah.

Akira: (Mitile, Shino...)

Akira: (They've had fights before, but now they're building a good relationship)

Rutile: ...I'm really glad Mitile found such great friends.

Mitile: nii-sama?

Rutile: No, it's nothing. Watching you two just makes me motivated! Can I practice with you?

Akira: I'm interested too, so I'd love to keep watching!

Mitile: Of course! Let's keep practicing!

Recording the trajectory of growth - Episode 2

After practicing, we got hungry, so we said goodbye to Rutile and Shino, who had other stuff to do, and came to the dining hall.

Riquet: Mitile, Master Sage. Good evening, have you been somewhere?

Akira: Good evening, Riquet. Actually, I was just watching Mitile practice magic.

Riquet: What, even at this time? You must be tired, Mitile. You've worked hard today, great job.

Mitile: Hehe, I still have a long way to go... I'm planning to go back to the training grounds and practice after this.

Scratching his cheek in embarrassment, Mitile glanced out the window.

Riquet: It's great that you keep practicing, but how about we continue tomorrow? Prince Arthur said that sometimes you need to rest as well.

Mitile: Thank you for your concern, Riquet. But I'm still not strong enough, so I have to work harder...

Riquet: There's no need to be humble, Mitile. I know.

Riquet: Mitile, you were practicing magic like that yesterday until the sun went down. And the day before that, too. And the day before that, too.

Mitile: Riquet…..

Riquet firmly grasped Mitile's hands as if praising his tireless efforts.

Riquet: Mitile is working hard, more than enough. You should praise yourself more.

Riquet: Mitile, you're always working hard, awesome! You're studying magic, awesome! You're trying your best to eat foods you don't like, awesome!

Mitile: Waah, wait, wait a second, Riquet! You're speaking so loudly... It's embarrassing.

Akira: Hahaha. Riquet, you're always watching Mitile.

Riquet: Yes. Because I like Mitile.

Akira: By the way, what do you like about Mitile, Riquet?

Riquet: Well, the way he's with me, the way he writes me letters back, the way he talks happily...

Riquet: I also like the serious look on his face when he's casting a spell.

Mitile: O-oh, come on, this is enough…

Akira: (While he's embarrassed, Mitile looks really happy. It's kind of cute...)

Watching this heartwarming exchange, I clasped my hands together to suggest.

Akira: By the way. Mitile, you always work hard, so why don't we go and play something you like, do stuff you want to do, as an award?

Mitile: Something I want to do...?

Akira: Yes. Let us praise your hard working self, once in a while.

Riquet: That's great, I'll praise you a lot too.

Mitile: No, no, anymore is...! ………

Mitile: ...Very well.

Riquet: Yay!

Mitile nodded, and Riquet shook his hand with joy. Looking at the two of them, I couldn't help but smile.

Akira: Mitile, Riquet. Please continue to be friends forever.

Mitile, Riquet: Yes!

Recording the trajectory of growth - Episode 3

Akira: Hello, Mitile. Thank you for making time for the interview today.

Akira: Oh, this carriage, isn't it...

Mitile: Yes. Do you remember? I couldn't successfully make it float in front of Doctor Figaro before.

Mitile: Back then, I was told it was still too difficult for me... But this time, I want to show Master Sage that I can do it well.

There was a strong sparkle in Mitile's green eyes as he spoke with enthusiasm.

Akira: Yes. I'd love to see it through to the end!

Mitile: Thank you!

Suddenly, Mitile's smiling face clouded over a little, as if something had crossed his mind,

Akira: Mitile?

Mitile: There's something that's been bothering me a little. You know, every time I get better at magic, the thought of how happy I am, and how good it feels to be strong crosses my mind...

Mitile: Is this a bad thing? Magic is meant to be used for the benefit of others.

Akira: Mitile…

I walked over to Mitile, who was worried about his ideals and his own feelings, and quietly took his hand.

Akira: That's not true. I'm sure this is a pure wish that everyone has.

Mitile: Really? I'm glad...

Mitile: But I also think that's not enough.

Mitile: What I want to do isn't to show off my powers, but to be useful to someone!

Mitile looks straight at the carriage, standing quietly, with a refreshed mind.

Mitile: Well then, let's get going.

Mitile: 《Ortonik Sealsispilce》

Determined, Mitile chants his spell, and the carriage starts to move, rattling.

Mitile stretches out his hand towards the carriage. Gritting his teeth, and with an earnest look on his face, begins to pray more strongly.

Akira: ! It's starting to float little by little! Come on, Mitile!

Mitile: ……..!

The moment Mitile put strength into his outstretched hand, all the wheels rose slightly from the ground.

Mitile: A little bit more...!

Mitile: …..! Damn...!

Just as Mitile was rejoicing, the carriage lost its power and fell to the ground with a faint sound.

Mitile: …….

Akira: Mitile, maybe next time…

Mitile: Did you see that, Master Sage?

Akira: Eh?

Mitile: Before, only the rear wheels were lifted, but this time, it was lifted a little more than before.

Mitile: And the carriage isn't broken anywhere. I knew it, my magic is improving, even if it's just a little at a time, right?

Akira: Mitile...

Before, Mitile would slump his shoulders after every failure, but now, he's able to realize his own growth and look forward.

Akira: (Not only his magic, but Mitile himself has grown well...)

Akira: I think so too. Mitile's own hard work has led to this result.

Akira: That's really amazing. I'll write that in the sage’s manual right away!

Mitile: Master Sage...

Mitile: Hehe, thank you. But I'll be even stronger next time.

Mitile: So, please look forward to it!

Looking at Mitile's bright, sun-like smile, I nodded.

I hope from the bottom of my heart that he will have a wonderful future.

I can only say because it's now - Card Episode

Akira: Mitile, thank you for answering my questions the other day.

Mitile: No, it was fun for me too! It was a good opportunity to realize how much room for growth I have.

Akira: I'm glad you felt that way.

Akira: So, there's one more thing I want to ask you, Mitile... Is there anything you can tell me because it's now?

Mitile: Something I can tell you because it's now...

Mitile: ……Oh, do you remember talking about plants in the previous interview?

Akira: Of course. You grew a lot of them in your room right?

Mitile: One of those plants produced seeds after it blossomed.

Mitile: I'll give it to you, and if you'd like, why not try growing it in your room?

Akira: Wow, something you cherished this much... If you don't mind, I would love to!

Mitile: Hehe... I worked hard to take care of it every day!

Mitile: There were a lot of hard times, but when the buds bloomed, I was so happy that all of that tiredness was blown away...

Mitile: I immediately went to tell nii-sama about it, and we talked about it for a long time.

Mitile: So I really want Master Sage to feel this way too.

Akira: I'm looking forward to it more and more now. its like you said before, my joy increased just like making more friends,

Akira: If you like Mitile, please let me know the best way to grow it.

Mitile: Of course! I'll come to your room sometimes!

Homescreen Voiceline

A lot has happened since I came to the Magic Manor. I'm not the same me I was before, but my feelings for you, Master Sage, haven't changed at all since the beginning!

#mhyktl #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #mahoyaku #mhyk #card episode and homescreen line is also included #mitile flores #shino sherwood #riquet ortiz #rutile flores

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bakageta · 1 year ago

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The last one: what have they been putting off forever, even though it would take ten minutes?

Me: writing this fic.... just kidding it took longer than ten minutes 😅

The little infirmary bed in Ted Kord’s secret hidden basement was as enclosed and cluttered as everything else Kard had hidden away in his mansion. It reminded Jaime of a bunk bed an elementary school friend had, only much more solid. Thanks to the scarab, Jaime could see every scratch and dent and read every dusty, scribbled note, even if he couldn’t understand exactly what they meant. He was covered in sensors which connected to monitors which recorded data from him and Khaji and, if he didn’t focus on the fact that he could move his arms and legs, Jaime would be right back in Victoria’s lab.

He took a deep breath in, ignored the squirming feeling in his mouth and how many new teeth he had and the clenching of legs against his spine and all the weird aches that had accumulated over the past couple of weeks–almost as bad as the days after all this stuff had started when Khaji was– and exhaled.

This couldn’t keep happening. Jaime couldn’t keep putting off asking Khaji what was happening to him. The Scarab would tell him, he knew that like he knew his name. Hell, Jaime wasn’t even sure he knew why he kept putting it off.

Or at least, he didn’t want to think about why he kept putting it off.

“Khaji Da.” He tried to say its full name with authority, like his mother did to him and Milla when she’d caught them in something. Hopefully the scarab would pick up the context.

Yes, Jaime? Khaji’s voice in his head was smooth like it wasn't aware of his churning thoughts.

“What–” his voice broke for a moment as something happened in his throat. It wasn't on purpose, just another inconvenient part of whatever was happening Jaime hoped. He coughed and cleared his throat. “What’s happening to me, Khaji?”

Optimization of the host body.

“You've said that before.” Jaime’s tone was flat. Disappointed. “But I need to know. What's happening? Is something wrong? Are you doing this? Why?”

Was Khaji telling him the whole truth? Would it?

My programming was damaged in transit.

“What?”

I am one of many scarab units created by the Reach to discover, infiltrate, and exploit alien worlds.

Khaji was telling the truth. Jaime knew it in the same instinctive way he knew how to speak to Khaji, how to move in the armor, how to breathe. He wasn’t surprised, even though he should have been, as Khaji recited the facts of its creation.

The goals of the Reach are incompatible with your goals. The damage done to my programming and the repairs I made based off of your neurology allow me to disobey, but I am still vulnerable to root commands.

At the top of Jaime’s spine, Khaji clutched its legs around his vertebra and his hand twitched in a sympathetic mirroring grasp he had no input in.

I do not wish to cause fear, but if I am forced to shut down I do not want you to be vulnerable.

Jaime remembered how Khaji’s inert shell had felt around him in Victoria's secret base. How it had been cold. How it had felt like his skin was pulling away from his carapace. He wasn’t sure which one of them had pulled up that memory from the depths where he'd buried it.

“Okay. I get it.” Because how could he not? Jaime had lived through that just as much as Khaji had. “I get it.”

He sighed. Clenched his eyes shut. Tried to reconcile the part of him that accepted everything Khaji said implicitly with the part that should have been afraid. The part that didn’t seem to exist. Jaime was upset. But only because he somehow wasn’t surprised. He was angry. But only because he wasn’t told what was going on.

Jaime opened his eyes and looked at the equipment in the infirmary, backlit by standby lighting. Jenny had done basic testing before telling him to try to settle down, to stay until she figured out what was happening. He missed his family suddenly. Wanted them here, even if they’d be loud and annoying. He wanted to be unaware. Distracted.

He couldn’t.

“Why doesn’t this bother me, Khaji?”

Khaji didn’t answer at first, compiling data, formatting it so he’d understand. Jaime knew what it was doing in the same way he knew everything else. When Khaji finally responded, it wasn’t with words.

It was simple. A Scarab and its host were a single unit. Anything one knew, so did the other. Even if Jaime wasn’t aware of what was happening; he knew. It was like proprioception but for information. If Jaime wanted to know something, then he just needed to look.

He didn’t want to look. Not now at least.

@wazzappp I still sometimes work on this fic...

#my writing #ask me stuff or don't #blue beetle #jaime reyes #khaji da #long post #operation pimp my ride #Jaime: now that I'm done putting that off it's time to put this other exotic worry off!!!#don't worry this boy is gonna have help forced upon him #also how founded are khaji's fears????#we just don't know #aka I need to rewatch the movie and especially the credits scene

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tams-writeblr · 5 months ago

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Love in a hopeless Place 11

Synopsis: She was barely grown up, when she stepped into the bar that was the center of Zaun's resistance. The people she met there would forever change her life, and one of them especially. Silco x reader/OC; first-person POV; overall rating: E for Explicit; canon-compliant (though I might make a stretch on the timeline here and there to make things fit my symbolism); age gap! (younger female, older male); 9 chapters; 45k; cis female reader/POV; no beta-reader; completed Chapter ratings/warnings: E for Explict! smut! violence! mentions of blood, death and injury, usage of weapons, oral (male recieving), unconsented face fucking and other problematic behaviour, read at your own risk! Wordcount: 2.5k Author's note: Okay, shit's about to get pretty heavy now. I'd say, run girl, but nobody asked me... Silco starts to show his cruel and flawed side. Will he charm himself out of the mess he created or is Kid getting tired of him? Despite all, I still hope you like my writing. Comments would be appreciated!

Today's music recomentation: Royal Deluxe - I'm a wanted Man

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Act II

Chapter II

Part 1/3

The way I was woken up a few hours later wasn't as gentle as promised. I heard a rumbling, and as my eyes flew open, I was trying to make things make sense.

It was one of those days that no ray of sunshine met the Undercity so it was just as dark in the room as hours before.

Yet I recognized a crumbled figure sitting at the desk, face in the hand. As I started moving, Silco looked over to me.

"Hey kid," he said weakly.

From the fragile sound of his voice alone, I knew something was wrong. But when I saw him stand stiffly and limp over to the bed, I was instantly alarmed. I raised to sit in bed. "Silco, what's wrong? What happened?", I gasped.

But instead of answering, he threw away his vest, unwrapped his arms, kicked off his boots and unbuckled his belt before he lashed into me. While he crawled over the bedding on all fours, I heard his breath go in sharp drags, hissing over putting pressure on his left arm.

"Talk to me!" I demanded, but he just caged me between his arms and the headboard of the bed.

"It's nothing," he pressed. "Hey kid, lighten up. I promised to make love to you when I'm back." He was honestly scaring me.

As I searched his face, I noticed two cuts on his tormented features, one on his eyebrow and one on his lip. "You're bleeding," I shrieked, shuffling under the blankets nervously.

"It's nothing," he insisted. "Barely a scratch." He leaned in and kissed me frenetically, but I clearly tasted blood in his mouth.

I gently pushed him away. "I demand to know, what happened!"

As he growled in frustration and just tried to kiss me again, I ducked away from him, under his arm and pulled the light switch of his nightstand lamp. He shielded his eyes from the brightness, and just now I saw the full extent of the damage.

"Silco, you're covered in blood!"

My shrieking finally shooed him half a meter away from me, and he sat down on his heel, looking at me beaten.

From his left shoulder on, his sleeve was drenched in blood, but there were stains everywhere. They reminded me of the stains I had washed out of his shirts back in the day. Did that mean...

"It's nothing, kid. I just ran into a little trouble. I'll be fine tomorrow. Lemme just taste your sweetness and gimme twelve hours of sleep, and I'll be as good as new."

"No," I decided, and stood up with a swift moment. "Where is your first aid box?"

Silco sighed dramatically. "Please, that's really not necessary." But my stern look made him sigh in defeat. "Under the sink."

I really found it there and flooded the room in the brightness of the uplighter. Even I had to pinch my eyes before walking over to the bed again. "You're going to tell me now, in which shit you've gotten yourself, Silco. I'm not going to take your bullshit excuses anymore. If you really care for me, you'll give me the truth," I rambled while I was cleaning the cuts on his face and placed a band-aid over his eyebrow. "Take off your shirt," I commanded, but there was nothing seductive in my voice.

He did as demanded, pulling it over his head, groaning in pain.

I actually startled as I saw his hurt shoulder. Metal and glass splinters dug deep into his flesh, from the collarbone to his upper arm.

Did he really think he could have kept this a secret from me? "You don't want the truth, kid. I don't want to drag you into anything."

"I'm so fed up with this!", I shouted and tweezed a big splinter ungentle out of his flesh. "You seem to forget, what my father and I sell from our backroom? Oh, no, you don't, you're a regular! Even I sold you stuff already - bullets, gunpowder and grenades. I know you're not buying them for fun. I know that Vander, you and your friendly little Children of Zaun aren't just a cult of dreamers that fight for a better world with words alone. I know it's you guys that are causing the disruptions around the border bridge. I know that you are keeping me away from "The Last Drop" so that I won't be pulled into this shit. And I'm so sick of you treating me like a child!" I panted after my speech, and while I tried to keep my hand steady to tweeze more splinters, Silco's hand grabbed around my wrist forcefully.

"If you know all of this, then why do you even bother with me anymore?"

I faltered about the hurt look on his face and sank down to sit on my heels too. "I thought that was obvious. Because I love you, you idiot." There, now I've said it. Silco had kept me from saying it so many times before, always claiming it wasn't the right moment yet or that he knew before I could put the word love in my mouth. But now it was finally out, after months of feeling it.

Silco visibly crouched at my words. He closed his eyes and breathed purposefully for a few times. "The blood on my clothes isn't solely mine. The majority isn't. It's Janke's. He's looking bad."

Janke was one of the revolutionaries around Vander. He admired him and Silco to the point of recklessness. And he was even younger than me.

"What happened?", I asked again, this time calmly and my voice cracked. I felt tears already dwelling in the corners of my eyes.

"We were going for an assault. You know that new statue, that Piltover just unwrapped? We were gonna blow it up and leave a message from Zaun. Well, we didn't make it over the bridge. One enforcer recognized me, even with my hair down. Janke wasn't having any of it, and instead of just letting me deal with the enforcers and going without me, he started to beat them up. Then they both went for him, and before I could place the backpack with the grenades and the gunpowder at a safe distance and join the fist fight, they called for reinforcement. Those two bastards punched and kicked Janke into a bulb; I really don't know if he'll make it. Usually he's strong, but I don't know what happened. They just got him on the wrong foot. As reinforcement ran over, I didn't see much of a chance to engage in a man-to-man fight either. I just wanted to grab Janke and get the fuck outta there. So I took one of the grenades and threw it as far away as I could. Of course, the detonation dragged the enforcers' attention away from Janke, who already wasn't moving anymore. I tell you, as I saw Janke's raw meat peaking out of his wounds, I just wanted to kill all of those fuckers. So I grabbed another grenade and threw it, where they all had assembled to investigate the first detonation. I quickly grabbed Janke and dragged him with me. Unfortunately, the grenade exploded while still in the air, and I was hit by the shockwave as well as some splinters from the lanterns that also busted. I couldn't confirm it, as I was just trying to get away, but it already made the streets that three enforcers are still dead. Serves them right, bastards."

I was now full on crying. "Where... is Janke now?"

"I took him to his mother. She... she cursed me, our group and our cause. Janke is her only child. His dad just died in Stillwater. It's what brought Janke to us." Silco sniffled and rubbed his nose before pulling his tobacco and papers out of his pants. He barely smoked with me in the room, but I wanted to give him that.

I wiped my face dry with the back of my hand as I watched him roll his smoke, wetting the paper, then his lips, putting it to his mouth, and lighting it.

He inhaled and exhaled deeply, blue smoke tingling around us.

I tried to calm my nerves a little, and though my hands were still shaking, I removed every single one of the splinters in Silco's shoulder.

"Do you understand now, why I want to keep you out of this business, kid?", he finally asked as I washed his wounds out.

I didn't reply, but I did understand. I wrapped a clean bandage around his upper arm and was done with my work.

"Your dad, and you are our behind-the-scenes people. We need to keep you safe and out of the enforcers face. Hey," He grabbed my face with his right hand, the cig still between digit and middle finger. While he squeezed my lips into a pout, he gently kissed me. "I couldn't bear if anything happened to you. Now come, let me deliver my promise." He kissed me firmly, begging for entrance. When I refused him this, his lips trailed down my throat towards my shoulder, where he desperately pulled away the oversized shirt that I wore.

I placed both my hands on his chest and gently pushed him away from me. It cost me all my strength to refuse him. But after this reveal, I just didn't feel like fucking. "You need to relax," I insisted. "Get those twelve hours of sleep you were talking about."

"But what could get me more relaxed than you riding my bruised body until my balls are empty?" He finished his smoke with a long drag and threw the tip just carelessly into the ashtray on his nightstand. He tried to come at me again, but I made very clear that I wasn't in the mood.

"You lay down now. Let me take care of you," I decided.

And really, Silco crashed into the sheets. He placed his arms above his face. "But nurse, if you really want to take care of me, you should take a look at my little problem down there." He pointed at his crotch, and following his gesture, I already found him stone-hard.

I snorted at the absurdity of the situation. "You're impossible, you know that."

"You're doing that to me, nurse."

"Well then," I put on a formal tone. "Let's see what we've got there." I opened his pants and freed his boner from the layers of fabric. "A clear case of horniness."

"And what are we doing about such a severe case, nurse?"

"Oh, I know exactly what to do in a case like this." With that, I placed a wet kiss right on his tip. I watched with fascination how his cock twitched under just this one contact. I heard him hum delightedly, but he didn't take his arms away from his face. My heart pounded as I insecurely took the tip between my lips. I liked how his body was instantly giving me feedback on how well I was doing. I was trying hard not to lose my breath as I was sucking and licking his veiny length.

Drool was leaking from my mouth, making it all a wonderful sticky mess.

Silco's lewd noises finally got me in the mood to ask for the delivery of my promise.

I was just about to pull away and suggest how we could continue this, when his long fingers grabbed into my hair, and held me in place. At first, I didn't give much weight to it, as I also did this to keep him going when he was eating me out. We could still go for another round.

But something felt different.

As tears dwelled on my waterline, from trying to keep my breath steady, I peaked up to Silco's face.

It was ghastly, almost enraged. The grip on my hair got harder, as I didn't move, making me wail. But instead of releasing me, he didn't even bat an eye at me. And then he pushed me down on his cock. His tip hit my throat, making me gag, and the tears fell out of my eyes. He didn't stop when I pushed against his hip, either. He just continued to shove me down his cock, almost choking on it. His hips went erratic; I knew the signs, so with everything I had, I pressed upwards, away from his cock, that just sent his liquids flying.

They hit my face, and I've never felt as humiliated before in my life.

"Jerk," I panted and instantly got off the bed. I didn't look at Silco, but from how long it took until he got out of bed too, he probably hadn't even noticed how he had just treated me. I washed my face over the kitchen sink, but I felt his hand on my back, calling out my name.

"I'm so sorry," he panted, but I shrugged him off. "I have no idea what has gotten over me. Please, believe me."

I dried my face and gave him a withering glance. "I need to get ready for work." With long steps, I walked past him to where my clothes were.

"Please, kid," he reached out for me again, but I dodged.

"Don't "Please, kid" me!", I growled. "That was demeaning!"

"I'm so sorry," he whimpered, and as I gave him a short glance, I saw a broken man, done with the world.

Blood was staining the bandages around his shoulder, his pants were still unbuttoned. And his face? His face was completely pulled into a grimace of sadness and sorrow.

I quickly looked away. "You had no right, using me like that. I was making it clear, I didn't want this." As I paced through the room, I pulled up my stuff, not even just the clothes I was wearing today.

"I'm such an idiot," Silco sighed under his breath. "Please forgive me. I've lost my calm. My reasoning. Please talk to me."

"I have to get to work. Recover from your wounds. I'll be sleeping at home for a few days."

He sat down on our bed and watched me throw my shit into a backpack. "Please don't leave me," he whispered and hid his face in his hands. "I swear, I'll be better. I won't lose my calm again. You know everything about me now. Why should I get upset from now on?"

I would have liked to slap his face, but I didn't, as he was wounded enough already. "We'll talk about this some other day. Now I really need to work." As I stormed out of his apartment, I thought I heard the word "love" echoing behind me.

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onestormeynight · 10 months ago

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Life After Penny

Rosie had collected all the photos and paintings that mattered from her mother's house before listing it for sale. It broke her heart to, but she followed through anyways. She had considered moving into the house herself. It was built for a single person and their pet, however, and it would take an entire remodel to fit everyone there. No. Better to have someone else live their best life there.

Rosie spent time with the girls every day after school reading them a chapter out of whatever book they were currently on. The weather was kind to them, allowing them to spend time on their small porch.

Nellie had convinced Ida to start drawing more and in turn, she would learn the violin.

"What are you drawing?" Nellie asked.

"A butterfly."

"Why?"

"It reminds me of Grandma."

Ida in particular was very fond of Costello. She loved to pet him and give him scraps from her plate, despite her mother's scolding that begging was impolite.

"Grandma used to make his food from scratch," Ida argued. "You just give him kibble."

"She spoiled that dog," Rosie tutted. "Kibble is just fine."

"So are my scraps."

Robin enjoyed having someone to jog with. He even liked to take Costello with him when he went fishing. Costello wasn't a yappy dog, but was prone to wandering off on his own. Robin was going to have to train him on recall.

Life after Penny felt almost repetitive. Rosie wasn't sure if this would be the new normal, or if she was using the routine to avoid her feelings. She had only let the girls see her cry at Penny's funeral and never since. Not that she wasn't a mess behind closed doors. Sometimes Robin had to take on extra duties with the girls so Rosie could compose herself.

She missed her mother horribly. The urge to pick up the phone and text her hadn't left. Costello would sometimes place his head in her lap and look at her with the same sad eyes she knew she wore herself. Rosie had a complete meltdown the day she realized she was the adult in her life now. There was no Aunt B next door and no Penny across the street.

"You've given me everything I need" she'd said to her mother hours before she died. Sometimes, when the world was quiet and she was left in her own head, she wondered about that statement.

Did she have everything she needed? Or, even as an adult, did Rosie still need her Mom?

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sightofsea · 2 years ago

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your preferred twelfth doctor ship, 108 🫡

for you my fellow twelveclara warrior I give you this. also I apologize for any typos.

108. "Is that my shirt?"

"Is that my shirt?"

The question almost flies by Clara's head. She's too invested in whatever's happening on the screen in front of her. Years ago, back when she was nannying and certain people had certain faces, the movements and images were nothing but gibberish. But time and proximity have, like they do to most things, washed away the exciting edges of the unknown. She may not be able to read Circular Gallifreyan, but she knows that certain concentric circles spell trouble. She's seeking them out.

When the question does reach her, she has enough mind to glance at the Doctor, paused at the steps, before returning to her task. "Hm? Yeah." She scratches at her wrists, even though the material is surprisingly soft.

"That's my shirt," the Doctor repeats. "And my trousers. And my jacket--are you dressing up for something?"

"Just told you that, yeah," Clara continues, After a minute, she drags her eyes from the screen. "Ran out of clothes. Doing laundry."

"There's a wardrobe," the Doctor reminds her.

He's staring at her--he does that. Clara imagines that, for most people, this is what a mouse feels like when confronted with a hawk. She's not most people.

"Yeah, but, y'know," she says. She shifts in place, having enough presence to be a bit embarrassed. She shrugs. "Wanted to see what it was like."

The Doctor sighs, but there's no heart in it. He launches off of the steps and rolls his eyes. "You've done that."

"That was an audition," Clara says. She spreads her arms wide. "This is a dress rehearsal." The Doctor squints at her, not quite getting it. Thrilled at the prospect of a game, Clara grins and smacks her chest, "Here, you play. Be me, and I'll be you."

There's the delicate raise of an eyebrow. "Should I put on a pantsuit and a set of heels?" the Doctor asks.

"If you like," Clara says with a smirk. It's an image she certainly...well, she might be thinking about it, later. "I wouldn't mind." Right, maybe said too much. She stalls around the console, disappearing behind the column rotor and coming out the other end with a horrible Scottish accent and an even worse disposition. "Now then, Clara, all of time and space. Where do you want to go?"

The Doctor gives her a derisive look. "I don't talk like that."

"Of course you don't!" exclaims Clara, still holding onto the accent. She presses a few buttons absently, readjusts the monitor. "You're Clara. And Clara says..." She makes a rolling gesture towards him. The Doctor stares at her, deadpan. She gestures again.

The Doctor rolls his eyes, arms limp at his sides. "Somewhere new."

Clara frowns. "Well that's not very specific, is it?"

The Doctor shrugs. "I'm Clara," he says. "I tend to be vague." Then, as if possessed by a teenage girl at a barista counter, he leans against the console, taking care to have a certain curve in his back and a bit of attention payee to certain features. He rests his chin in his palm. "Take me somewhere new and exciting and full of adventure that'll nearly kill us."

His voice is still the same. Clara scowls and drops the accent. "I don't stand like that."

The Doctor gives an innocent frown. "Ohhh, of course you don't." He gives his best shit-eating grin. "You're the Doctor. And the Doctor says..." He gestures to her.

Clara doesn't take the bait. "Of course," she says instead, and picks up the accent again. She starts fiddling with the console more, and feels something stir in her stomach the more bothered the Doctor looks. "I'll take you to a planet where they've got starlight instead of waterfalls." She skirts around him, reaching over his shoulder and leaning in close. "Of course, the TARDIS is so tricky so who knows." She flips a switch next to his hand. "Maybe we'll end up in a Dalek fleet somewhere." He stares at her, a little wide-eyed and unguarded. She smiles, feeling something stir in her stomach, before bounding off to the opposite side of the console.

The Doctor un-flips the switch and follows her around. "Or maybe we'll have a normal adventure," he says. "Those do happen." He shrugs. "But then again, I'm Clara, so I don't really like those ones."

Making a full round, Clara flips the switch again. "And I'm the Doctor, so I don't like those ones either."

She makes one more round, the Doctor following close behind, before turning on her heels and placing a hand on the big lever.

The Doctor places his hand over hers, their fingers overlayed almost perfectly. They feel like one hand belonging to two bodies. "I'm a glutton for danger," the Doctor as Clara says.

Clara as the Doctor grins, raises her eyebrows. "As am I."

They're very close now, the only sounds around being their own breaths and the mechanical whirring of a machine forever out of time.

"And you love it," the Doctor says.

"And so do you," Clara says.

The Doctor stares at her, resolute. "Bit out of character," he relents, his voice near a whisper. "Wouldn't you say?"

Clara swallows. "Yeah," she whispers back. She gives him a sad smile. "The Doctor would never say something like that, would he?"

He gives her his own sad smile. "No," he agrees. "And neither would Clara, I'm guessing."

Clara thinks about a few things, all at once. She thinks about how warm the jacket in on her. She thinks about their knuckles aligning, bone atop bone. She thinks, mostly, about the language of the Time Lords and concentric circles. Always going round and round, never really touching. Words being repeated over and over again until someone decides to move on with the sentence.

"No," she says, and pulls the lever. The Doctor's pushes. It has no choice in the matter.

The TARDIS jolts, and they continue to grip onto the console as one hand. The air around them whines and scrapes once, twice, the very ground beneath them shaking, before the lever is brought up again. Neither can tell if it was pushed, or pulled.

Clara is the first to withdraw. She's playing a part, after all, and she knows her role well. She has to be the first to withdraw.

She pushes off of the console and to the doors, pulling them ajar. The world outside is bright and alive and strange. It's old hat by now. There's some shouting in the distance.

Ah, better.

"What about the laundry?" the Doctor asks from the console.

Clara turns back to him and smiles. "I have a feeling it'll be done when we get back," she says, and nods to the world outside. "Come on, Clara, don't you want to see me be clever?"

The Doctor smiles back. "As much as I ever do," he says, and follows her outside.

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