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flowersandbigteeth · 7 months

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I Have an idea for a character one shot (I'd just irk to fuck a centipede monster but same thing)

You get lost in the desert come across a cave, take a nap in the cave but when you wake up you’re trapped by a large centipede man who’s staring down at you like you’re a snack.

Preferably nsfw and Fem reader, also I’m sorry if you’re not taking requests I’m new to your blog

I really like this idea ^_^, It actually inspired a longer story I'm working on about a sarantopodarousacentaur. But for now, we have this.

sarantopodarousacentaur/half-centipede half-human (Mitas) x F reader

Word Count: 3K

Warning: nsfw, dubcon half-centipede smut, kidnapping, descriptions of violence, desert vibes

“Have you seen a witch run this way, miss?” a lanky member of the city guard asked.

You squinted in the desert sun as it reflected off his shiny gold armor.

“A witch?” you asked, leaning on your bow. “Nope, can’t say I have.”

He gave you a nod, glancing at your horse, Bina, who had her head in a bucket of water you’d drawn from the oasis.

“Pretty horse,” he said, tipping his hat. “Better stay safe tonight. There’s a witch on the loose. Murdered one of the merchants in town with black magic. Could be dangerous.”

“Sure thing,” you said, giving him a little salute as he walked away.

“She’s not here!” you heard him yell at his captain over your shoulder. “Just a huntress watering her horse.”

“She’s the bloody witch, you mouth-breathing dolt!” his captain shouted. “After her!”

Time to go!

You hurried to empty the bucket and climbed on Bina’s back, kicking her lightly to make your escape. Pulling your goggles over your eyes, you turned into the wind, heading towards the mountains where you might be able to hide. You weren’t any witch, as the guard thought. You’d killed the merchant with poison before you’d stolen all his gold. It only appeared to be magic to the idiotic guard, who apparently had no idea what poisoning looked like. He’d bled out of every orifice, but his death was faster than he deserved.

You could hear the hoofbeats of their horses on your tail. The guards were wearing heavy armor, however, and carrying swords. You were much faster. You twisted in your saddle and shot off a few arrows to ward them off.

“We’re under heavy fire!” one of the guards shouted, and you snorted.

A few odd arrows were hardly heavy fire. You could have killed them if you’d wanted, but you aimed at their obnoxiously shiny chests, and your arrows only dented the metal.

You often stole, but you didn’t often kill. The merchant had it coming, though. When he took you back to his home, thinking he’d seduced you, you’d found a house full of half-starved slaves. Slavery was illegal in Dechete, but he’d bragged to you about how he’d paid off the city magistrate to claim he’d adopted all the teens. So, annoyed that he was both a lech and a slaver, you hadn’t felt the least bad about dropping a few drops of Bloodweed essence in his drink. You let the teenagers take what they liked of his possessions and horses, pointing them towards the coast before you broke into his safe and pocketed the gold coins he kept there.

No one would have noticed for a few days if one of the newer slaves wasn’t a snitch and called the guard, hoping to gain a favor from the magistrate. He got an arrow to the chest for his opportunism. Probably didn’t kill him, but the punctured lung would keep his mouth shut while the others got away.

Which is why you were galloping through the desert, hoping to lose the city guard in the rising sandstorm. It was better they chase you than newly freed youths.

“Sorry, Bina,” you muttered, pushing her faster into the fading light. “I owe you as many apples as you can eat when we make it across the mountain.”

Beyond the mountains were the green lands of the Thundering Redwoods and safety. With all the gold you’d stolen, you could buy some animals and a little house in the woods. You’d never have to see this dismal desert again.

“Fall back! The storm’ll take ‘er!” you heard the guard shout as the wind whipped around you, shooting particles against your face like liquid sandpaper. If you could have breathed a sigh of relief, you would have. Instead, you focused on keeping Bina running straight so you didn’t end up lost.

“You’re a good girl, Bina,” you murmured, though you doubted she could hear you over the whistling wind.

The rocks of the mountains came on you so quickly, you would have driven her straight into a stone wall if she didn’t have better sense. She made a sharp 90-degree turn at the last moment and carried you into a canyon. The wind didn’t reach here, and you pulled off your goggles, looking around at the high cliffs stretching up above you.

“You’re worth your weight in gold,” you cheered, rubbing Bina’s neck.

She gave you a pleased whinny, happy to be safe from the irritating sand. Hopping off her back, you wandered through the winding canyon, hoping it would take you straight through to the other side of the range. Night fell, and you still hadn’t come upon the opposite end, so, lighting a torch, you looked for a cave where you might get some rest before starting off again in the morning.

“This look all right?” you asked Bina, holding your torch into a hole in the canyon wall only a bit larger than her.

She nuzzled your hair, and you supposed that was her approval. Inside the opening, the cave opened to a large hall with a high ceiling you couldn’t see with your weak light. The sound of trickling water echoed off the cold stone walls, and after making your way quietly through the passage, you found a spring pumping, clear icy water into a small stream that went deeper into the cave.

“I think you chose correct,” you said, smiling at your horse while you pulled your saddle and her bridle off so she could have a nice drink and a rest.

You washed the layer of dirt off your face before you plopped down on the floor to get comfortable. Pulling an apple, you’d nicked from your bag, you gave it to Bina as she’d done most of the work. You could find something to eat in the morning.

“Sleep tight, Bina,” you muttered, exhausted.

Curling into a ball on the hard floor, you quickly fell asleep.

You woke looking at the floor…but it was the ceiling…No. You were upside down. You blinked, peering in the low light at a shadowy creature silhouetted by the sun creeping in through the mouth of the cave. Your eyes frantically searched for Bina, but you found her safe and sound, resting in a bed of hay and eating a salad of apples, carrots, and melon from a crudely shaped clay bowl. Where did that-?

“Hello, little human,” the creature hissed.

As your eyes adjusted to the light, they popped open, realizing what was holding you aloft by your ankle.

“Sarantopodarousacentaur!” you gasped at the half-man, half-centipede smiling at you.

His body was long, and the segmented carapace looked like polished mahogany. Shiny gold legs tapped the stone floor as if he were excited. He righted you, lifting you so you were eye to eye. His face was rather handsome despite his mouth appearing far wider than a normal human. Messy black hair fell around his jaw, and his skin was as gold as the desert sand. Two odd, blood-red teeth poked past his lips, and you puzzled at what they could be until he stretched his maw in an eerie smile, and you found they were the tips of two mandibles that rested in his cheeks. He flexed them at you as if he were hungry.

“Um…hello…” you said, unsure what to say to a legendary monster.

Sarantopodarousacentaurs were a myth, a story the desert folk told to keep their children from wandering at night. Yet, here was in front of you, grinning like a demon. He set you on the ground and patted your head.

“You are a juicy little morsel,” he beamed, folding his muscled body to your height. “The perfect size to be my mate!”

You swallowed hard and waved your hands at him, stepping back.

“Oh no, I’m no…er…mate,” you said. “I’m just passing through. Bina and I will be on our way. Didn’t mean to disturb you!”

You inched towards the bow you’d left on the ground while sleeping. His body curled around you in one smooth movement, pinching legs trapping you in a golden cage. A finger tipped your chin up to meet his red eyes.

“You will be my mate,” he said. “But don’t be frightened.”

He waved a hand at Bina, who happily munched on her bowl of treats, not the least afraid of the monster.

“I will take good care of you and your Bina,” he said.

His black-clawed fingers tore at the filthy, sandy clothes you wore, slicing them to ribbons as he unwrapped you like a treat. Lifting one of your legs, he examined it closely.

“You look delicious,” he murmured as his eyes took stock of your body.

You wracked your brain, trying to remember if centipedes killed their mates, but you couldn’t think clearly under his careful inspection.

“Don’t you think we should get to know one another…before you…do…whatever…?” you asked.

Please don’t eat me.

He smiled again, his face so close to yours that his mandibles brushed your cheek.

“I go by Mitas,” he said while he sniffed your hair.

“I’m…ah…(Y/N),” you said, shivering.

The cave was cold now that you were naked, and Mitas frowned.

“You will be warm in my nest,” he assured you, tapping legs carrying him at a dizzying speed deeper into the cave.

You gasped at what must have been the creature’s bedroom. On one side of the room, jewel-toned blankets, furs, and pillows formed a large, wide bowl where he slept. Your mouth went dry as you took in the neatly piled bones and skulls of his victims. Some were split to make bowls for food, drinks, and pigments, while some were carved with intricate designs and hung on the walls like art.

He plopped you in his nest and coiled around you like a snake, his stiff legs holding you in place. His odd mandibles bloomed, pinching your cheek gently.

He’s definitely going to eat me, you thought. His heavy hands moved all over your body, tracing your curves as if he were getting to know them.

“Normally I devour little mouthfulls like you,” he hummed, tucking his nose behind your ear and sniffing you. “But you’re too pretty to be a meal.”

He sighed.

“I’m lonely,” he pouted. “I want a proper mate.”

“Yes but…” you started to say.

“No buts,” he hissed. “The goddess led you to me. You walked right into my den. She must have meant for you to be mine.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” you argued.

“You’re either a meal or my mate,” he reasoned. “Which would you rather? It’d be a pity to eat you, but I’m sure you’re scrumptious!”

Posed with those options, you chose the one that did not result in your immediate demise.

“M-m-mate,” you squeaked.

If only you had your bow nearby! The sarantopodarousacentaur was strong, but not invincible. A shot to the heart would kill anyone.

“We ought to kiss,” he decided.

“You think?” you asked.

He nodded and smiled his eerily wide smile.

“That’s what mated pairs do, no?” he replied.

At that you squeezed your eyes shut, prepared for the worst. What you felt, however, was rather nice. His lips were soft and warm as they brushed yours. With your eyes closed, you took more notice of the scent of his nest. He didn’t smell bad, more like sandalwood and moss. Without thinking you leaned in to him, your hands finding their way to his chest.

The muscles were firm and sculpted. Curious, your fingers drifted down to his abs as he tentatively brushed his tongue against your bottom lip. Your lips parted on their own and you were presented with his flavor. Surprisingly he tasted like mint and honey.

You sighed your appreciation as his fingers gently moved along your waist, exploring your curves. Your body betrayed any lingering sense of caution sparkling under his touch. It’d been a long time since you’d been with a man. As a desert scavenger, you were more likely to rob one than take him to bed.

You heard a lusty moan build in your throat and he pulled you closer, the sharp points of his legs scraping your skin in a not unpleasant way. His lips set off on an exploration of your body, drifting to your cheeks, then neck, until he was curiously nibbling at your breasts.

There was no holding in your gasps when he pulled a nipple past his lips and ran his tongue over it. The pointy mandibles tucked in his cheeks nipped at the tender skin making you shudder in pleasure, not pain.

He hummed, pleased that you were obviously enjoying his investigation. Thick fingers slid down your stomach to dip themselves into your wetness.

“What’s this?” he murmured as his roving fingers found your sensitive spot.

Inquisitive sanguine eyes met yours.

“It’s called a clit,” you explained in halting breaths.

He chuckled lightly as he felt your body stiffen while he circled it.

“You like that,” he observed and you gave him a tight nod punctuated by a loud moan.

He made an odd chattering noise that sounded rather victorious before returning to your breasts, to lick your nipples, one after the other. He had your head all fucked up. Pleasure rolled over you like a unstoppable wave, clouding any thoughts of escape with ones of surrender.

Feeling you relax into his arms, he pushed you down into the soft pile of blankets and pillows beneath you. Opening your eyes you found him looming over you, considering his strategy.

As you watched a portion of the yolk of carapace that wrapped around his hips parted and what must have been his cock emerged. It wasn’t like a man’s at all, instead the tip was slightly curved and the shaft lined with knobs arranged in a spiral. You whimpered at it’s size, unsure if it would even fit inside you.

“Oh,” you mewled and he smiled down at you, his mandibles stretching wide, obviously proud of what he had to offer.

“I like your little, squishy legs,” he purred opening them with ease and brushing his member against the soft skin of your thighs.

Precum mixed with your own fluids that had slid down your leg. Curious, he dipped his head and you felt his long tongue explore your channel, making you squeal. No one had ever been quite so close before. At first, you were frightened, but as he worked his tongue inside you, you couldn’t deny the pleasure he sent shooting up your spine. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your lashes fluttered. Panting your hands found his shaggy hair on their own and held him in place.

You heard a rumbling grow echo through the chamber, coming from his chest. He stopped for a moment to glance up at you.

“No, don’t stop,” you demanded despite yourself and he grinned at you, lowering his head again.

His efforts moved to your clit, his tongue twirling around it like some tentacle. His teasing pushed you up and up like a drifting balloon until you popped, screeching as you came. Pleased with himself, he loomed over you, licking his lips with the agile appendage.

“Now you’re mine,” he declared, his hips snapping forward and his cock plunging in to your soaking core.

Your body was his to take as his cock stretched you. His shaft was stiff and smooth, the covering feeling more like smooth bone than velvety flesh.

"Ahhhh!" you groaned as he drove into you.

His claws fingers held you in place, gripping your neck and all you could do was gaze up at him. His eyes had shifted from a deep garnet to cherry red.

"Minnnnne," he muttered in a labored hiss.

His hips slammed into yours mercilessly, rutting you like a beast. You started to lose yourself in bliss, his member stroking the places inside of you that felt the best.

Your eyelashes fluttered closed and the only thing that passed your lips was incoherent babble.

"Touch yourself, mate," he ordered, eyes eating up your vulnerable body and you obeyed.

Your narrow fingers desperately circled your clit, chasing your end and plucked at a nipple. His gaze on you was lecherous, enjoying your neediness. After a few minutes, he couldn't take it anymore, brushing your hand away and folding his large body in half so that he could nibble the pert nipples you'd tugged to a point.

His other hand found your clit and as he drove into you he pinched and stroked your little bundle of nerves until you were sobbing. Pleasure detonated in your core like a bomb and your back arched in the soft linens as you screamed his name.

You heard him chuckle, devolving into animal grunts as he took his pleasure. His glowing eyes narrowed and you could see the rapture growing in them. They were solely focused on you when he emptied himself inside.

You both laid there panting, his body curved over you like a cave, but not pressing his weight on you.

"Little mate," he purred, fingers stroking your cheek. "You are so lovely."

Like a gentleman, not a monster, he twisted around offering you a sip of water from a bone bowl. You were too thirsty and spent to complain, so you drank eagerly.

He hummed at you in satisfaction. It seemed providing for you pleased him. Your head was dotted in his happy kisses.

"When we are done resting we'll go pick fruit," he said, snuggling up next you and trapping you in a cage of his legs. "I won't let my scrap go hungry."

"Where?" you murmured. "We're in the middle of the desert."

His chuckle rolled over you like a heavy grumble of thunder, sending a shock of pleasure up your spine.

"There's an oasis where I cultivate plants," he explained, yawning. "Only I know about it. Very secret, but I'll share it with my mate. Sleep now, little one."

Escape briefly crossed your mind, but to be honest, you'd never been so satisfied carnally before and you were rethinking that plan. Your body was glowing and your hormones were slowly binding you to the myth made flesh dozing beside you. Maybe escape could wait until after a nap and some fruit salad. So you pressed your head into his chest and maneuvered his thick arm over you like a blanket, which earned you a satisfied hum from Mitas, and drifted into sleep.

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akutasoda · 5 months

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can you do a dazai, atsushi, chuuya x reader who is similiar to homura akemi from madoka magica? like, how the reader knew them and their past in previous timelines and has been trying to save them from dying multiple times?

to the ends of time

synopsis - you've tried so hard to keep them with you, maybe this time it works in your favour

includes - atsushi, dazai, chuuya

warnings - gn!reader, angst with comfort, fluff?, mention of death and injury, dazai things, wc - 834

a/n: i actually read this after re-watching madoka magica haha

they were your best friend. practically inseperable and people often joked that you two came as a package, one never straying too far from the other. and it was true. but it was almost comical how fate would rip apart the bond between two people.

the only thing that ever came in between the two of you was their death. it ripped them straight from your arms literally or figuratively. it stripped you of your relationship and left you feeling down constantly, feeling as though you never could see them again. but you were still in denial.

the denial led you to believe they were still out there somewhere waiting for you. and that denial led you to the book. it was your escape, your way into gaining back what you had lost and you'd be dammed if you didn't try and start again.

and therefore you spent ages travelling timelines. each and every time something went wrong, they were ripped from your life again and again. feeling more painful each time until you started giving up. you started feeling as thoigh nothing could be done to change the fate that you feared.

your resolve was tested but as you entered yet again another timeline something felt different. you had lost track of which ones you had travelled and therefore didn't know the one you were in but it felt right in some way. and you were right.

atsushi nakajima ★↷

you had yet again found atsushi working for the agency. however this time you wanted to stay distant as you feared another failure. even if you were absolutely determined to give this one last shot you didn't want it going south.

and soon the very familiar scene replayed in front of you and from time and time again you knew what didn't work. you knew what wouldn't stop atsushi from dying in this mission and yet you were so desperately trying to find what prevented that.

so you gave it one last effort, trying a brand new approach and hoping for the best. and to your absolute surprise it worked. you had saved him in this timeline, you could finally be back with atsushi.

you finally let yourself get close to him again and eventually when he asked why you were always so protective you explained. not the book, just you trying over and over to finally be with him again. and he felt pity, he was grateful you saved him but pity that he had caused you so much struggling. but that didn't seem to matter anymore to you as right here and now you could hug atsushi and know that no time soon wouldhe be ripped away from you.

osamu dazai ★↷

you knew dazai. better than anyone else even though sometimes it did feel like you barely knew him. but you did know him well enough to know how he thought when it came to certain topics. one of which concerned you deeply and when your fears were proved right you never felt so hurt.

and that was why you tried again and again to convince him not to. most thought he was joking but you knew deep down that without intervention he truly would. so you were determined to stop him, stop him from the fate he thought he was worthy off because he deserved better.

and that was a reason you didn't give up, you wanted to save him so much. and now here he was, safely in your arms after you convinced him not to end it. tears flowed from both parties and in that moment you were glad you didn't give up and he was glad you had rescued him.

he knew from the start that you were trying again and agian to save him, so maybe that's why he felt more and more compelled to save himself. to listen to you. as this way he could be with someone he loves and not cause you any suffering or grief. afterall he wants to go without being a burden on anyone.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

you realised saving chuuya was very much a right person, right time kind of thing. what made it that much more painful originally was knowing there was nothing you could do. you hated corruption. you always discouraged him using it unless absolutely necessary as only one person could truly stop it.

so you had tried over and over to gett dazai there in time and you slowly started giving up as you really couldn't bare seeing chuuya struggle until his final moments. but somehow, you managed it. perhaps some small details had changed but it enabled dazai to get there in time.

and dazai knew, of course he did, but you were thankful he left as soon as he arrived. he left you with chuuya as you held his exhausted form as you cried. you had finally managed to save him. you could finally be here with him.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd atsushi #atsushi x reader #bsd dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader

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skullytotheark · 16 days

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Tobias Erin Rogers

"The Woodland Maniac"

[Design rambling & headcanons]

Ofc at the end of the day I just wanted an excuse to design Ticci Toby 👽

Click more for headcanons:

Headcanons:

A Lot of the time Toby is pretty short tempered and doesn't like to be mocked, He prefers to be taken seriously like the other proxies around him. So he kinda does whatever to prove that he deserves respect like the others

Toby tends to fidget with the necklace he wears around his neck, The necklace contains the ashes of his sister Lyra. Connie originally held onto it first but eventually gave it to Toby

Toby fucking HATES looking in the mirror or at any of his reflections. Toby pretty much looks like a younger version of his father which pisses him off alot, Even beyond his dreams he seems to not be able to escape him

Toby has a noticeable rasp to his voice thanks to the massive gash in the side of his face, It often makes his throat dry pretty easily

Toby carries around a fireaxe that originally belonged to his father. As a reminder that he is no better than his old man now that he’s going around killing folk for a tall eldritch being

Toby has ran away from Slender multiple times, However due to Slender’s parasitic nature he refuses to let Toby go and live in peace. With Toby’s high tolerance to pain the Operator sees him as a valuable asset

Toby isn’t very good at Math or writing since he was pulled out of school when he was 15. Of course Connie tried to homeschool him but the rogers household wasn’t the best place for learning. But just because Toby isn’t extremely educated doesn’t mean he’s stupid, Toby can be pretty smart with certain scenarios thanks to his years as a proxy

Toby because a proxy when he was 16 years old, Four months after the death of Lyra. With his sister gone and his mother working from 12 to 9 it often left Toby alone with his father who would constantly pick on him and use him as a walking door mat. It was no surprise Toby reached his limits shortly after Lyra died

#creepypasta #marble hornets #creepypasta fandom #slenderverse #fan au #ticci toby #fan writing #slenderman #eyeless jack #creepyhornets

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 5 months

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My Comfort

Nanami Kento x Reader

Photo Credit: Marilou

(Song Inspiration: Blames on me by Alexander Stewart)

“Kento-kun! Welcome home!” you greeted happily. Nanami sighed. It was another long day at work. He loosened his tie and rolled his sleeves halfway. You walked up to him and kissed him softly on the lips. You looked at his condition. His beige jacket was dirty and slightly torn. Cursed spirits blood was splattered on his clothing. His face was dirty and you noticed a small cut on his face.

“Do I look that bad?” he asked curiously with a raised eyebrow. You giggled and shook your head.

“Go shower, I’ll keep dinner warm,” you said. “I’ll pick out your pajamas too.” Nanami smiled. But once you turned around, he frowned. Today was bad. A young sorcerer was killed. All because he couldn’t make it on time to the scene. He wonders if he’s even worth it as a sorcerer.

The burden grew heavier and heavier. As months passed, you noticed how distant he was becoming. It worried you.

“Kento-kun, I made your favorite,” you said. Nanami nodded as he took his shoes off.

“How was work?” he asked when he entered the kitchen.

“It was good,” you answered. “I might get this promotion.” Nanami couldn’t help but smile. You were perfect. You were the perfect girlfriend. You worked full time at a well known company and worked your ass off to be the best. And outside of work, you always made sure the apartment was clean and dinner was out on the table. You were more than he could ever ask for. He felt that you deserve better. And the thought of it hurt.

“Do-Do I do well?” he asked. You were caught off guard with his question. You wondered what he meant by that question. Since you were quiet for a while, Nanami just sighed and walked past you. However, you held on tightly to his wrist.

“Kento-kun,” you called. He could’ve just ignored you, but he could never ignore you. Even when he was distant, he still can’t bear to spend a second without you. His heart was racing when you gave him a smile. “You never talk to me about work. But I bet you always do the best that you can. I know that you always do your best.” He smiled, spirits feeling a bit uplifted.

“Thank you, darling,” he said. He walked closer to you and cupped your face. He stared at you, the face that he loves to look at. You were beautiful in his eyes. He kissed you passionately. You melted and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back. “I love you. I love you so much, darling.”

“I love you too, honey,” you said. The two of you stood there, foreheads resting on each other. “When things go down and when it gets tough, just know that I’m always here cheering you on. Supporting every decision you make.”

“Even…Even if…” The topic of possible death came up every now and then. Both of you hated it. And when it gets brought up, you have a hard time falling asleep at night. Scenarios would constantly play in your mind throughout the night. Nanami would wake up the next morning to see you with tear stains down your cheeks.

“Even if you have to risk your life,” you said as tears formed in your eyes. “I’ll still support your decision even if I don’t like it.” You couldn’t help but cry in his chest. Nanami hugged you tightly. “I missed you. We haven’t spoken like this for a while.” Nanami felt so much guilt. He didn’t mean to do this to you. “I thought—I’m sorry.”

“You wanted to leave me?” he asked.

“It’s-It’s not that but…” Nanami pulled away. He bent down to your height and cupped your face to wipe your tears away. You held his wrists tightly. “God I’m horrible.”

“No,” he said. “You’re perfect. I’m the one that’s horrible. I’m the one who can’t even make it to the scene on time that caused a young sorcerer to die. I’m the one who can’t be strong enough to prevent another young one from massive injuries. I’m the one that’s weak.” You watched tears flow down his eyes. This time, you cupped his face and wiped his tears away. “I thought of the same thing. Because you deserve someone so much better.” You shook your head.

“You’re perfect, Kento,” you said. “You’re not weak. You’re strong. I can never imagine being in your shoes. You come home with your head held up high. You work so hard to become strong. You still come home taking care of me even when I tell you that I’m okay. You deserve more than me.” Nanami pulled you in for a tight hug.

“No, I only need you,” he said softly. “Only you. Tell me that I’m great again.” You smiled.

“You’re not just great, Kento-kun. You are amazing. You are strong. You are brave. You are wonderful.” Your words alone helped Nanami let the tears out that he’s been holding in for months. You couldn’t help but feel the pain that he must be feeling. You hugged him as tight as he held you. You kept him in your arms for as long as he needed it.

“Thank you, darling.”

“Anything for you, Kento-kun.” After a while longer, Nanami pulled away from the hug and gave you soft kisses all over your face.

“You’ll still love me if I stop being a sorcerer again?”

“Silly, I fell in love with you before I knew you were one,” you said with a giggle. The two of you wiped away each other's tears and smiled. “I want you to do the things that make you happy. Things that make you feel complete. Remember, I’m always here to support you. I promise you that.” Nanami nodded.

“Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome. What do you wanna do?”

“Shower with me and then eat dinner with me. Don’t leave my side for the rest of the evening.”

“And the weekend?” Nanami chuckled. He knew you missed him as much as he missed you.

“For the rest of my life,” he said before giving you another heated kiss.

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maple-seed · 5 months

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Thrown - Chapter 44: Birthright

Summary: Loki wrestles with an old insecurity

Word Count: 1,724

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Loki's fingers trailed over your bare thigh then paused to gently squeeze the soft flesh. You wore a lazy smile as Loki lay stretched next to you, until you suddenly winced and gasped. You cried out in pain and flinched away. Startled, Loki sat up quickly, trying to find the source of your distress. He looked down at his hand. It was blue. Your skin where he touched you was burned. "Darling, I-" he looked to your face. It was twisted in fear. You were afraid of him.

Loki woke in his bed. His bed. He was alone. It had been one of the rare nights he didn't stay with you, and for once he was grateful. He shut his eyes and tried to push the dream away. It was hard to forget the fear in your eyes. He glanced out the window. It was early morning. He might as well get up.

While his tea steeped Loki wallowed in his shame. He had never told you what he was. He should have made it known. It felt deceitful. Norns, he had taken you to bed without telling you what he was. You certainly deserved better than that.

Thor came down the stairs and found Loki still at the table, now with a cold cup of tea. They passed their normal morning greetings and Loki watched his brother rifle through their cabinets for breakfast.

"Thor, I need to ask you something." "Yes?" Thor did not look up from the cereal he was pouring. "How did you react, when you found out about my true heritage?" Thor chuckled. "To tell you the truth, I was much more distraught over your recent death." Loki sighed. "Yes, certainly, but aside from that?" Thor looked over at Loki. "Why do you ask?"

Loki looked at Thor and there was only silence. Thor's shoulders slumped. "Oh, Loki." He sighed. "I know." Thor's brow twisted in confusion. "How is it even possible, after all this time?" Loki shrugged. "It simply never came up." Thor shot him a skeptical look. "Perhaps I guided our conversations away from certain topics." Loki muttered and fiddled with his idle tea.

Thor stood pensive for a moment. "Don't worry yourself over it." "I lied to her." Thor scoffed. "You didn't. And besides, are you not the God of Lies? I imagine she is willing to forgive some dishonesty." Loki glowered at the table. "I should have told her what I am." "She knows what you are. It's your lineage she's made some assumptions about." Thor stated firmly as he sat down across from Loki. "To answer your question, it didn't change the way I thought of you. It changed the way I thought of the Jötnar." He took a bite of his breakfast. "Though it did shed some light on a few of your actions." Loki couldn't bring himself to look at his brother. The wasted tea held his attention instead. "I think, perhaps, you should see her this morning. I can do without you for a few hours." Loki's heart wrenched at the thought of facing you with this. However, he recognized he couldn't avoid it. You should have known already. "I think that's wise."

As Loki trudged down the road to your home he tried to identify exactly how he was feeling. He knew, deep down beneath everything else, that you would love him regardless. Somehow that made it worse. You wouldn't have the context to understand what he had kept from you. He wouldn't be able to explain how despicable it was, and you would dismiss it like was nothing.

Despite knowing logically that you would still have him, there was still a part of him that feared you wouldn't. He remembered your terror from his dream. A small, ugly voice in his mind said you would be right to fear him. He deserved to lose you. He never deserved to have you in the first place.

He stood on your porch and hesitated for a moment at the door. He took a breath then stepped inside. You startled on the couch, but your surprise quickly gave way to a smile.

"Loki?" You set your coffee down and stood. "What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting to see you until dinner." He kept his distance and avoided your touch. "I needed to speak with you." Worry crossed your face. "Okay." He gestured to the couch and you took your seat. After a moment of deliberation he sat beside you. "I haven't told you everything about myself." "Well, that's a relief. I haven't told you everything about myself either." You attempted a weak smile. Loki shook his head. "This is something important." His voice stalled out. He suddenly wasn't sure where to begin. "I think you should just tell me." You said quietly.

He nodded and pushed forward. "Do you recall, I told you of the time I fell from Asgard, into the abyss?" You nodded. He looked down. "My fall, I didn't- it was... intentional." Your face fell and your hands reached out, grasping him, as if you could catch him now. You dear creature. "It's alright, it's alright." He took your hands as you clung to him. You started to say something but he shook his head. "The reason is what I need to tell you." He found himself looking down at your hands, turning them over in his. "There were many reasons, I suppose. But I had traveled down a sort of spiral into madness. This spiral was triggered, largely, by a revelation about my heritage." He met your eyes. "I am not Asgardian." Your brows were knitted as you processed this. "So... Thor?" "We are not brothers by blood. Odin found me, abandoned as an infant and raised me as his son. I was born on Jötunheim." He swallowed. "I am Jötunn." "Oh." You ruminated on this for a moment. "Okay."

He looked down again. "I should have told you sooner." "Hey, it's fine." You bent in an attempt to meet his line of sight. "It's really okay. I came to terms with having feelings for an alien a long time ago. It's really not much of an adjustment to switch from one alien to another." He looked away. "You don't understand. The Jötnar, they are savage. Enemies of Asgard. The monster in every children's story." You grabbed his face and forced him to look your way. "You are not a monster." "I tried to kill them." He was surprised by the weakness in his voice. "I meant to destroy the entire race. I would have, if Thor hadn't stopped me. Is that not something a monster would do?" He expected to receive your disgust. Possibly your fear or your anger. Instead your face bent in sympathy. "Destroy the enemy of Asgard? It sounds like something an Asgardian would do."

Loki closed his eyes. You settled back against the couch, pulling him with you. "Obviously the stories are wrong, Loki. You bought into the propaganda. I'd expect more from a god of lies." He allowed you to bring his head to rest against yours, against the back of the couch. "Your clemency is too easily granted. This should have ended with you sending me away." "Loki, the first time I saw your face was on television, attempting to subjugate my planet." "All the more reason." "Hm." He rested with you in silence, your fingers stroking his hair.

You eventually ventured a question. "I didn't think Jötuns looked like Asgardians." Loki winced. "They don't. What you see is shape-shifted. This isn't the form I was born to. There was another beat of silence. "Can I see?" This was something he had hoped to avoid, but he certainly couldn't deny you. "You may not look at me the same way." "Don't be ridiculous." He sighed and sat up, facing you. "I did warn you." You straightened and watched him with anticipation.

He closed his eyes and felt his form shift. He didn't hear you respond, and eventually found the courage to look at you, with eyes he knew were now blood red.

You were looking at him with wonder, and reached out to trace a raised line on his cheek. "It's a lovely shade." "It's hideous." He muttered. You pursed your lips. "Loki, I think you might be racist." "If it weren't for my magic," he spoke sadly, the memory of his dream resurfacing, "my touch would burn you with cold." You took his hand and brought it to your lips, placing a kiss to his fingertips with a slight smile. "Then I'm very grateful for your magic." He found the sight of his blue skin against yours unsettling, and shifted back to his usual shape. "How can you be so unfazed by all of this?" "Oh, I'm fazed, for sure. We definitely have a lot to talk about. But like I said, I had already come to terms with the alien thing. I assumed there would be a few surprises."

That sounded reasonable enough, even if part of him still struggled to believe it. He leaned back, and this time you followed him until the both of you were reclined on the couch. He threw an arm around you and sighed. "It is unreasonable to be this tired so early in the day." He looked down at you. "Do you have work to do?" "It can wait. What about you?" "It can wait." He echoed.

You settled in against him. "So, you're only a prince by adoption?" A smirk curled his lip, despite himself. "Actually, I'm the rightful king of Jötunheim." "Oh, that's great news." He heard the smile creep into your voice. "I thought I would have to kill Thor to become a queen." That drew a chuckle from him, and he could sense you were pleased with yourself for it.

He looked up at your ceiling and his mind swam. You had given him a lot to think about. His concentration was pulled away by your fingers toying with a strand of his hair. It drew his focus to you instead. You were still his. He felt a deep gratitude for your reassuring weight against him. There were things that needed to be addressed, without question. Deep-seated beliefs. Ideas of who he was.

They could wait.

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ramhaiba · 6 days

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𝖧𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖵𝗈𝗐𝗌 (𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖬𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕄𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕤

chapter contains- suggestive content, choking, mention of blood. SERIES TW: Violence, Sexual themes, major character death,tba.. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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There was something tragically ironic about wearing your murdered friend's cloak while kissing the man who stabbed him through the chest. By the time you decided to pull away, was when you realized how badly stained you were with Yuta's blood, dried red prints covering your hands and the hem of your nightgown. However, Megumi's face and neck were marked in it- due to your blood-stained hands holding his face while...- god you don't even want to think about it.

"Did he give you this," Megumi asked, most likely referring to Yuta as 'he' because Megumi wasn't aware of his name. You found that funny, Yuta who most likely spent countless hours to avenge his lover only to fail by a man who wasn't aware of his existence.

You felt a cold breeze brush against your bare shoulders as Yuta's cloak wrapped around you was torn off. "What are you doing?" you asked. You watched as Megumi ripped a shaggy strip from Yuta's cloak, holding it horizontally in front of your face. "I don't want you to look at him as we walk past. It's not a sight you deserve to witness. " Megumi uttered, carefully covering your eyes with the rag, tying the ends together with a knot at the back of your head.

"How will I find my way back home if I can't see" you remarked. "I know, I'll lead you" Megumi advised, slowly locking his pale hands with yours, fingers interlocking, with a careful tug, he guided you forward.

He walked slowly, not wanting you to trip, but you couldn't help but pause at the damp feeling appearing on your feet, the liquid seeping through your slippers.

'This must be Yuta's blood' was the realization you came to, feeling your heart race, if your eyes weren't covered, you'd probably be facing his corpse, guilt washing over you.

"Don't think about it" Megumi uttered, tugging at your hand, forcing you to pull through your regrets.

Megumi only let you take off the blindfold the second you were in the hallways of the manor, finally indoors in the warmth. The proper lighting coming from the candle lamps hung on the walls gave you a better look at the aftermath, walking towards the mirror hung on the wall, analyze your distraught appearance. You glanced at Megumi through the mirror, noticing a slash on Megumi's side, skin around the wound stained with his dried blood. "You're hurt" you uttered, turning to look at him. "So are you" Megumi responded, clicking his tongue, his finger tilting up your head, wanting a better look at the nick on your neck.

"We can deal with this in the bathroom, we need to clean up anyway" Megumi added.

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You watched the dried blood stains liquify as you washed them in the sink, diluted blood spilling out of your palms and into the drain. You switched your attention away from the reminder of your sins, looking towards Megumi who had finished cleansing the blood off of his face, focusing his attention on drying the washed skin with a white towel. "Are you done yet, we should get started on disinfecting our cuts" he asked, disposing the rag into a bin. "Yeah- Yeah, let's do that" you responded, quickly shutting off the water.

Megumi walked over, sitting on the sink's counter, thighs spread apart, stripping his ruined white collar shirt off, and throwing it onto the floor as he leaned back. "Be quick" he uttered, as he watched you damp a white rag with alcohol. You leaned over to his abdomen, before lightly grazing his wound with the alcohol-laced cloth. The burning sensation caused Megumi to grip the counter, a quiet groan escaping through his lips. "How does this hurt more than being sliced with a sword" Megumi grunted. "I'm trying to be as gentle as possible" you replied, stepping back, satisfied with your work.

"Switch places with me, I'll do your neck" Megumi advised, wrapping a bandage around his torso and then landing off of the counter. "But it's really not a serve" you argued, interrupted by Megumi picking you up by your waist, resting you easily on the counter. "You should really learn not to argue with me" He mumbled, forcing your head to the side and then tracing his finger on the cut, eyes narrowing. "What are you doing just clean it already" you uttered, turning your head to look at him, only to be instantly shoved back to your original position. Then you felt it, the wet muscle of Megumi's tongue pressed against your cut, licking a straight vertical stripe of your wounded skin, his dark hair tickling your ear.

"M-Megumi, what are you doing" you yelped, placing your hands on his stern chest, pushing him away, face boiling with embarrassment.

Megumi placed your hands on both sides of his face, approaching you once again, his forehead leaning against yours.

"I want to feel it again" he mumbled, his tone soft, hooded eyes admiring your face. "What are you talking about" you responded. "I want to feel what it's was like to kiss you again" he panted, his hands sliding to wrap around your waist.

"Megumi- I- I don't think we should, I'm still trying to process what just happened" You responded. If you're being honest with yourself, you weren't very rational when you kissed Megumi- who thinks rationally when they just witnessed a murder? "Have you forgotten I had just murdered a man for you?" Megumi responded, his tone morphing into something much more harsh, nails slightly digging into your skin. Any argument in your head fails to form, words not daring to slip through your lips as you're filled with an undeniable guilt. Megumi could only smile at your silence, to his eyes, this was your way of claiming defeat.

"That's better" Megumi whispered, leaning his head, soft lips pressing against yours, his hands rubbing your waist. There comes that feeling once again, your heart beginning to race, the burning sensation coming from your cheeks, trying to keep up with his urgent movements. His lips- god- his lips are soft, everything about his physical appearance is undeniable attractive, the back of his hair brushing over your forearms as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his long fingers exploring your skin.

"Open your mouth" he uttered against your lips, his hand crawling down to one of your thighs, lifting it against his waist causing the hem of your nightgown to slide closer to your stomach, revealing more thigh. You gulped, nervous as you hesitantly obeyed his command, his tongue slip through your lips. You could hate Megumi all you want, but kissing him brought your body a new sense of excitement. Maybe it was the feeling of closeness, your arms holding onto his neck, his hands getting familiar with every inch of skin visible to him. You've never seen Megumi so hungry for your affection- it's like he's been starved of this feeling for so long, that now that he has it, he doesn't want to let go. That's why you know you have to be the one to stop it, pulling away from the kiss, your breath panting.

"Megumi, we can't" you voiced, chest heaving, panting for air. "Can't what?" Megumi mumbled, lips kissing down your jawline, dark hair grazing your face.

"We can't be intimate , Megumi. You said it so yourself" you answered, averting your eyes from his, too embarrassed to witness his reaction to your words.

You heard Megumi sigh in annoyance, resting his forehead on the crook of your neck, " I fucking hate abstinence" he mumbled, his breath tickling your skin.

" Maybe it's time I go back to our bedroom chamber, we both need some rest" you advised, once again trying to push him off of you,

His hand griped yours, placing them down on the counter, " Just because we can't have sex, doesn't mean we can't indulge in other practices " Megumi uttered, pulling his face off of your neck to lock eyes with yours.

" Megumi--what are you implying" you stuttered, embarrassment written all over your face. He's silent again. God- you hated his silence, it's his twisted way of telling you 'I think you already know that answer.'

You watched in awe as your fiancé lowered himself down, his head snuck between your thighs as long fingers used to push the hem of your nightgown upwards, revealing your panties. His hands crawling up to hold your waist down as he lays kisses trailing up your inner thigh before his fingers slip under the waistband of your undergarments. Just as he was seconds from pulling them down a voice was heard from behind the door, "Megumi, are you in there? Hurry up, you have that hunting trip today" Mai shouted, banging her fist on the door. Just as you were about to let out a panicked whimper, Megumi's hand shot over your mouth, getting back on his two feet, his eyes narrowed in annoyance, "I'll be out in a moment" he replied, turning his head towards the door.

"Just don't take too long, pretty boy" Mai chuckled then you could hear the relieving sound of her footsteps walking away.

"Why am I-Why am I acting like this? I usually play it safe. I've always played it safe. What are you doing to me, Y/n?" Megumi spoke his thoughts out loud, his hands slowly descending off of your mouth.

"Megumi-" You uttered, unaware how to answer his dilemma. "You can't walk back to your room in a blood-stained nightgown. I'll go to your room and fetch you something decent to wear" Megumi responded, turning his back on you as he covered his bandaged torso with a bathrobe. Megumi opened the door, pausing in his action as his foot did not dare to step through, he shamefully looked over at you, "we can talk more about this tonight in my room" he muttered before leaving.

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You don't know what Megumi did with your nightgown or with Yuta's corpse. A guilty part of you is relief that your crimes were covered. You were aimlessly walking through the halls, trying to escape your thoughts by getting more familiar with the manor. However, in an instance, you were pulled to the side, the sudden act causing you to yelp. All fear in your body seemed to disappear as you realized the guilty culprits were just your concerned friends.

"Y/n! Where have you been" Nobara exclaimed, being the guilty culprit of grabbing you. "Just looking around the manor" you answered.

"We saw Megumi was in your room this morning. Do you think he suspects something" Yuuji asked. "He doesn't- he was just there for a favor" you replied, hands fidgeting to your side as you prayed your friends wouldn't notice your suspicion.

"What favor?" Yuuji questioned. "Oh- nothing too important. A boring one, in fact, something you don't want to hear about" You laughed, waving off Yuuji's concerns.

"Alright then.... We noticed you didn't come back to your room last night" Nobara commented, her eyes narrowing. "Y-you did?" you squeaked, suddenly the space between you and your friends felt anxiously smaller, their facial expressions shifting into disappointment.

"We didn't think you had it in you. You actually had that affair!" Yuuji laughed, playfully punching your shoulder, his joyful demeanor causing your anxieties to fade away.

"So where is Okkotsu, does that mean he's on our team now?" Yuuji added, an innocent smile on his face.

"Yuta is- Yuta isn't working at the Zenin manor anymore. Last night wasn't a confession it was a goodbye" you replied, guilt washing over you as you saw your friends physically show their disappointment. "This sucks, I was really starting to like that guy. How come he left?" Nobara sighed, rubbing the back of her neck.

"He has urgent family issues to attend to" you confessed. "C'mon guys don't look so gloomy. We still have each other, right?" Yuuji beamed. "I suppose so, it just would have been really like to have a knight that actually knows how to use a sword," Nobara remarked, batting her eyelashes innocently.

"I know how to use a sword. Satoru Gojo, himself, taught me" Yuuji argued. "Yeah but you were his worse student" Nobara added, sticking out her tongue. "Worse student? Well- I bet you were the worst student in uh- how to be ladylike university" Yuuji replied.

"That's not even a real thing dumbass"

"Oh, you know what I meant!"

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When night came, so did your anxieties. A part of yourself hoped that Megumi would have just forgotten about the upcoming conversation he wanted to have with you tonight-

Maybe he'll be too tired from his hunting trip to talk!

Maybe he has some letters to write

Maybe-

Maybe you're just a goner. Once the whole manor was quiet, every resident fast asleep, you tip-toed down the hall, walking towards Megumi's room. You hesitated as you came face to face with the door, debating whether you should just go back to sleep or not. However, you knew things would be harder for yourself if you chose to ignore Megumi's demands. Thus, you slowly opened the door, a lingering creaking sound from the door causing you to cringe. You saw Megumi sitting on the edge of his bed, legs far apart, eyes narrowed as he focused on the book.

"Megumi?" you called out, interrupting him from his thoughts. "That took you long enough. I almost thought I had to come into your room and wake you up" Megumi uttered, putting his book on his night table.

"What are you waiting for? Sit down next to me" he voiced.

"Sorry," you muttered, walking towards the bed, trying to sit as far from him as possible. "I guess, we should talk about last night. Right?" you added. Megumi hummed in agreement.

"I took care of the body. Well, Maki did" Megumi informed. You weren't exactly too glad that Maki now knows the horrible truth about Yuta- but you rather have her know than Mai because who knows what Mai would do?

"W-what did she do with it?" you questioned.

"Burial site, next to that Rika girl" Megumi answered. A part of you felt at peace with that answer, knowing Yuta would most likely want that to be his final resting place.

"How did your little friends take the news that their knight friend is dead " Megumi questioned.

"I- I didn't tell them what happened to Yuta" you stuttered, picturing their imaginary disgusted faces if they knew what truly occurred that night.

"I suppose that is for the best. You can't let your friends know you're more like the Zenin family than you thought" Megumi voiced, finger trailing down your jawline, tilting your head up, getting a better look at your worried expression.

"A-are you going to tell them the truth" you questioned. "Do you want me to?" Megumi uttered, pleased as you shook your head, too worried to answer verbally.

"Then I'll do as my wife pleases" Megumi mumbled, voice soft, leaning his face forward, slowly closing the space between you and him, lips almost touching until he suddenly pulled back.

"What's wrong?" you asked, unaware of the change of atmosphere, analyzing Megumi's puzzled expression.

"A question just came to mind. Why were you there that night?" Megumi uttered, eyes narrowing. "What- what do you mean?" you laughed, trying to play dumb.

"For me- he slipped a letter at my door. In a letter, he pretended to be you and asked me to come to the greenhouse. Now. Why were you there?" Megumi voiced, getting up, towering over you, eyes hardening.

"H-he did the same thing with me. He pretended to be you and asked me to meet you there" you answered, his threatening appearance causing you to advert your eyes in fear. Suddenly he's leaning over, holding your jaw to look at his deranged expression, "Were you going to run off with him?" he hushed.

" Megumi-" you

Then you're pushed down, your back pressed against his bed, his hands on either side of your head, "I bet you were the one who slipped me that letter instead of him. It's all because you got cold feet. Am I correct?" Megumi interrupted, his hands finding their place around your neck, slightly squeezing.

"Megumi, you're hurting me" you huffed, trying to pull his grip off of your neck, legs thrashing in panic. "I don't fucking care" he shouted, lifting your head up and then slamming it back down, the movement causing an aching pain at the back of your head and nape.

"You're truly pathetic, you know that right? Expecting me to clean up your messes because you realized that you can't escape your fate- that you can't escape me" he voiced.

"I-I'm sorry- Please just stop" you stuttered, the tightness around your neck becoming unbearable, your sight slowly becoming blurry, the dreadful feeling of being lightheaded approaching.

Megumi hesitantly released his hands from their grip, getting off of you, and raising them to his face as he watched them angrily shake, his face filled with fright. But the second he glanced back at you, you could tell by his eyes that all guilt seemed to morph into unsympathetic coldness.

"I've been too easy on you" he mumbled. "What?" you asked in disbelief, chest still heaving as you desperately try to recover your breath.

"It's been a while since you had a trial correct? Let's change that"

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spare some vexleth? maybe? "i don't believe this"

‘i don’t believe this. i don’t believe you. you should have told us.’

‘and when was i - ow - supposed to do that? how? maybe when you were all the way across the continent in emon organising the armies, doing exactly what i was trying to do? maybe i should have - ah - told you then! can you please stop trying to make me sit!’ she growls at her helper—someone left behind by her right hand, who doesn’t deserve to be growled at, but if they touch her one more time… her growl deepens.

they scurry to the door, yanking it shut behind them to “give the tempest time with her guest” she hears from the antechamber.

across the room, vex purses her lips to keep from smiling; she’s upset, still, about keyleth’s wounds and finding out from esqoult of all people—whom vex considers an “idiotic blowhard tight-fisted hateful byblow of a rock” at the best of times—and the attack at the red centre and vax. unceasingly she is upset about vax. unceasingly, his death follows them both like feathers in their hair; he is their constant, dark companion. keyleth’s near death, however, is far more recent and unclosing wounds is a new and hellish experience that hurts them both.

anger crackles in her gut. she hasn’t the energy to shift forms but smoke curls in tendrils out of her nose, sparks smoulder in the one fist she can actually close. her other hand aches, split to bone.

‘sending stones aren’t working. our earrings aren’t working. sending—‘ she takes a moment to breathe. it hurts. ‘sending spells aren’t working, not that i have that anyway. and a bird,’ she grunts, propping herself against the headboard, ‘would take days at the very least. so tell me, lady vex’ahlia, when exactly was i supposed to tell you?’

‘i don’t know! but when you’re nearly dead, you make the effort!’ vex commands.

it looks good on her. keyleth can admit that in very private thoughts and fever dreams. maybe a death bed. she stares across at vex, who has only ever grown into her considerable beauty, and manages a shaky smile. command has always looked good on vex.

‘missed you. if that - i don’t know - helps.’

vex snorts. ‘yes, darling, i missed you too. obviously. i’m furious with you that you nearly died, oh and also we really must meet up when the world isn’t alarmingly close to being obliterated.’

‘brunch?’

‘girls day. i’ll invite pike.’

‘i thought - just you and me,’ keyleth says, trying on a flirtatious smile. it’s been a long time since she wore it last, some fifteen, twenty years. it feels weird so she stops trying. ‘ignore that. ignore me. i’m- death bed propositions.’

‘stop it. you’re not in your death bed.’

keyleth glances around the room. it’s empty, just her and vex, so she can admit, ‘feels like it.’

vex softens. she always does. she gets angry first, angry and scared, because she’s lost a lot in her time and she learned early and harder than most that the only way to stop that was to fight back with everything, anything. she does bitter and snide and bitchy and mocking better than anyone keyleth knows, but that’s because vex is better than anyone keyleth knows, and it all comes from the same heart. vex softens, and she comes to sit lightly on the side of keyleth’s bed.

‘what can i do?’

‘nothing. nothing. it’s all - there’s people helping me already. cursed flowers and potion stuff. bells hells.’

vex starts. ‘the ones who came to us? with her?’

‘did you -‘ she can move, a little. it hurts but hell, what in life doesn’t hurt? she covers vex’s hand with hers. ‘did you talk to her? i saw her - alive this time. she’s…sweet. strange but sweet.’

‘i know. at least, i thought so.’

keyleth slid her fingers over vex’s. ‘you gave her your ring.’

vex laughs, bitter-edged. ‘yes, and it made up entirely for all the shit that poor girl has been through.’

‘not your fault. it isn’t,’ she insists, when vex goes all stone-jawed and stubborn. ‘didn’t you - tell percy that? it’s true for him too. isn’t it?’

vex rolls her eyes to the ceiling. makes a wet, disgusted noise. ‘i suppose.’ after a long moment, she says, ‘how did she look? delilah’s doll?’

‘don’t call her that.’

‘my lookalike.’

‘she doesn’t look much like you,’ keyleth tells her. it’s a lie. she looks so much like vex had, like vax does in their memories. young. ‘i don’t know. they’re due back today, maybe tomorrow. stay. you can - ow - talk to her.’

vex nods. strokes keyleth’s clenched hand. ‘i’ll stay until you’re well.’

‘you’re a hero, vex. you’re needed elsewhere, i’m sure,’

‘keyleth, it’s war. the treasury is open. they don’t need me for that—they need my very expert clerks, gods bless them. i’m here with you.’ the stubborn look resolidifies. vex tilts her head in such a way that keyleth is sure her heart is about to fall right out of her split-open chest, and leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. pulling back, she searches keyleth’s eyes; whatever she finds there makes her nod, quite satisfied, and she smiles. ‘besides, your assistants are going to need a hero to keep you in bed and resting. i volunteer, as it happens.’

#tagging my stories #prompt fill #vexleth in the year 2023? yeah I guess!!#cr fic #vexleth

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stargirlie25 · 3 months

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Make it make sense..

I just don´t understand some e/riels logic.....

Like one day, Azriel is Elains mate because he figured out her power and cleared the murky realm she was in.

Another day he is a good protective boyfriend for saying the whole ´´There is an innate darkness that Elain should not be exposed to´´'and that was previously because she got kidnapped due to her powers.

Another day Lucien is a horrible man for saying ´´good´´ after feyre mentioned there has been no sign of her powers even though he originally asked how she was doing not anything to do with her powers.

Apparently that´s bad behavior because Elain should embrace that power. Although when someone mentions how Elain can get uneasy because of it, they say ´´Well she´s going to be stuck with it forever so its best to embrace it´´

BUT Azriel should forever hide his power because he apparently feels better without it?

One day its ´´The bonus chapter isnt even important because not everybody has access to it!´´

Although another day, the bonus chapter thats so useless reveals lightsinger powers for one of the key people in ACOSF? The optional bonus reveals that a character lured in Azriel and has a dangerous spell on him?!

One day its, oh my gosh forbidden love!

Another day its Elain has a choice and she should not be forced into anything!

But she should be Azriels hidden f-toy? She should be forced to that position even though he isnt ever going to be satisfied with her because he wants a mate?

Or its, Elain does not owe Lucien anything! BUTTTT she deserves to give Azriel her time and hide in the darkness with him and play out his fantasies (only thing he wants) even though he refers to her as ´´The thrid´´. Even though SHE HERSELF gave back the necklace out of her own choice. (something e/riels always disrespect and never notice)

Ugh mates are boring! We want rejected mates!

Or its, E/riel are actually mates because Az can smell the bond.

They are mates because Azriel thought so!

Like Elain is literally a conspiracy theory to Azriel miss maam

Or, Elain made a deal with koschei to be Azriels mate.

Its forbidden love!

No its the whole ´´The boy who never got chosen and the girl who never had the option to chose´´

Elain is the light to Azriels darkness!

Wait no Elain is the light IN the darkness!

(Azriels shadows shy away from light and he trains at night and Elain is a light who needs light and chases away darkness)

Death and life!

(Makes sense because the NC sucks the LIFE from her and obviously death can restore it?)

Elain can´t be highlady of the day court!

Yeah because shes totally going to be High lady of the dusk court with Az..

There is nothing wrong with Elains hobbies! (gardening and baking)

Elains going to be the spymaster of the night court because she keeps secrets about a pregnancy and she will wield a dagger it all times!

She will be the savior of Illyria! (Never trained a day in her life)

Stop trying to change Gwyn for a man and try to say shes a spy (even though she literally was spying in the BR like Az was doing at the same time) However Elain can be a spy because she is foreshadowed to be!

Also Elain is foreshadowed to be taking private lessons with Azriel (Gwyn already does. Canon)\

Luciens gifts to Elain prove that he views her as a breakable docile flower but Azriel basic necklace proves that he sees her for the bada$$ she is? (got that from @lorcanisdabest thought it was funny haha)

Azriel feeling insecure and unworthy of being near Elain because of his TRAUMA means nothing! Elain can fix him! Although Gwynriel isnt happening because they were reminded of Gwyns past (which they were both present for) for a HEARTBEAT WHICH IS LITERALLY 0.8 SECONDS AND THAT MEANS THEY CANT THINK OF ANYTHING OTHER THAN THAT AND THAT´S TOXIC!!!!!!

E/riel are mates because a smile bloomed on Azriels face in regards to Elain.

Although its just normal that a smile bloomed on elain face (AFTER HER DAD DIED WHO SHE WAS CLOSEST to) in regards to Lucien. Like thats just clown sh!t.

Amren said Az was underestimating Elain but we should not take her word for it because it was not Azriels (even though thats the only canon piece of what sjm provided on what Azriel could have been doing) BUT we should take feyres word on Elain and Azriel everytime!

There is so much more crap E/riels say but that would take FOREVER. All im saying is that to make your content consistent. Stick to one plot and make it make sense.

Something i have seen with Eluciens and gwynriels is that we have a solid idea on the romantic part for our ships and it stays consistent.

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yanderes-galore · 4 months

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Could you make a yandere alphabet for Death from Puss in Boots?

I know some questions, specially the "Quit", are pretty obvious, but i still want to see how you're gonna answer them.

Sure! This is my new take on Death so it's different than his concept :)

Yandere Alphabet - Death

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, "Kidnapping", Death (Of course), Soft yandere, Slight sadism, Possessive behavior, Envy/Jealousy, Forbidden love, Brief mention of biting/marking but it doesn't happen, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

I'm going to try another way to write Death in this like what I did with the Jack Horner Alphabet.

Death is a sadistic individual, sure, but he also holds respect for life. Death would watch over his darling until their time is up. If you aren't arrogant and live life to the fullest, he won't chase you.

Although, Death certainly isn't expecting to fall for a soul such as you either.

Death mostly observes the one he holds dear as his job makes him wait in the shadows. Maybe you'll see him occasionally, a wolf parading as one of the living. You may not even suspect Death himself to be chatting with you.

I'd say his obsession can come off as intense.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

There's no doubt Death likes to get messy. However, he respects life around him. He can't recklessly kill those around you. As a result… he restrains the urge and decides to simply guide you away from them.

Who knows your fate better than him?

No one does.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Abduction for Death is most likely your time coming. Death isn't really cruel towards those who live a full life. He'll chase you if you fight him, but he respects you.

You are the soul he wishes to keep. He doesn't want to take you to the afterlife just yet… or ever, really. He wouldn't mock you unless you deserved it for being arrogant.

He simply wishes to guide you as a Grim Reaper does.

He just wants you to rest… he'll watch over you like he always has… don't fight his embrace.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Other than taking your life and showing he cares… not much.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Death isn't very vulnerable. He cares for you and you have a hold on him… but he tries not to show it.

Hard not to notice when he passes you soft looks or keeps delaying sending you to the afterlife though.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

You fighting back ignites his urge to hunt. If you tried to fight fate he'll take it as a game. Although… games have to end at some point, dear.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Chasing you is a game and he'd love watching you escape. However, what he feels for you isn't really a game.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When he reveals who he really is and takes you away. In a world full of magical creatures, it isn't too weird to be talking to a wolf. However… you never knew this wolf was Death.

He always gave a fake name and always appeared when you needed him. You were the Grim Reaper's guilty pleasure, someone he shouldn't be visiting in the living world.

But then he became a friend and companion to you.

So when he revealed who he was and that he loved you, you couldn't believe it. You may even try to run when he says your time has come. It's unfortunate…

But you can't fight fate for long… you'll come to him in the end… he knows you will.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Death's goal is to guide your soul. In the end he is meant to take you to the afterlife. However… he doesn't want to part with you.

He's been part of your life for so long. As a friend… along with watching you from the shadows. Even if you went to the afterlife, he'd still look to visit you.

He wants to keep you as his… both in life and death.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

If Death gets jealous he copes silently. Any lashing out he'd probably take out on his next arrogant target. He can't interfere… you're meant to live a full life with a love of your own… but he'll be waiting for you.

You'll be his eventually.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Death starts by watching you from afar. He's simply meant to observe. That's all he's meant to do.

Then Death starts getting attached. Soon he goes against his usual protocol and manifests to befriend you. It feels wrong.

Yet oh so right….

His obsession is kept on the down-low and he plays the charade of a living being. He keeps an eye on you and appears when you need him most. It soothes him…

Right up until he can claim you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Death doesn't do much courting. He befriends you, maybe compliments you, but he mostly observes you. His interactions with you are through a facade.

He's playing his cards right to soothe himself.

He's patient and will wait until he can strike. Then he'll lead you away… claiming your soul as his. He isn't as bad as you think… you'll see.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

I'd say so, he has to bend rules to be around you.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Naturally I want to say biting and clawing to mark you, yet that's a bit too OOC for this version. Death doesn't want to punish you unless he has to put you in your place. No… he wants to keep up the persona of being a guardian.

He's someone that cares about you… even after passing.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You'll have some freedoms in the afterlife, in fact about as much as you did in life. The only difference is Death looks after you a lot more.

But really… When has he not?

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Extremely patient, it's in his job to be patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No need to worry about this, you dying just brings you to him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little but it's the job. He would not let you go.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I'd say curiosity.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He tries to comfort you and say things will be okay. He'll make sure you're happy. If anything… you're safest dead. No one can hurt you….

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

His whole character is different.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

None.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not unless necessary.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere but would follow you to the end of your days to have you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A long time… your lifetime, actually.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Unintentionally/No.

#yandere puss in boots #yandere puss in boots last wish #yandere pib #yandere death #yandere death the wolf

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uhmprobablynot · 5 months

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The Playlist: Track Eight

People asked me to post early, so here it is! Smut warning!

Tack Seven > Track Eight > Track Nine

The Death of Piece of Mind

I made another mistake, thought I could change Thought I could make it out Schlatt regretted it the instant the door to your apartment closed behind him.

Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid, his inner voice said to him.

Stupid one, for starting with you in the first place. He should have known feelings would eventually develop.

Stupid two, letting his heart race and just the sight of you laying in his lap, a domestic feeling he couldn’t allow himself to feel.

Stupid three, falling in love with you.

Schlatt told himself he would never fall in love again. The first time was painful enough, and this one wouldn’t be any better. His chest heaves as he panics, and his heart breaks as he thinks of you all alone in your bed. The look you gave him as he walked out reflecting in the black every time he closes his eyes.

Schlatt swore he would never fall in love again. But the thought of him coming home to you every day, the thought of him being able to kiss you in public and hold you against his chest whenever he wants, makes keeping that oath hard.

He turns back to face your front door, willing himself to walk back in there, confess everything and kiss you silly, but his arms won’t move. They stayed at his side, trembling as he repeats to himself that he doesn’t love you. Hoping that if he says it enough, it’ll become true, so he turns back around and goes home.

I miss the way you say my name. The way you touch, the way you taste

He missed you. There was no getting out of it. It’s been a month since the last time he saw you, since he walked out on you. It’s been a week since a text message from you lay unanswered on his phone. He knows he should answer. That after everything you two have done together, ghosting you is the least good way to end things. Yet, every time he goes to answer, it feels like he’s going to have a heart attack.

However, when nights get a little too late and a little too cold, Schlatt can’t help but think of you. Memories of him spending hours with his head between your thighs, savouring the way you tasted, the way you felt writhing above him. His hand always strayed under his waistband and he thrusted into his hand, imagining it was your hand, your mouth, your pussy; whatever suited his fantasy of the night. The second it’s over, he’s disgusted with himself.

If you weren’t such a coward, it wouldn’t have to be fantasy anymore. Schlatt thought and degraded himself with.

He misses the little things more, though. Your soft hand against his face, just resting there or moving hair off of his skin. His sweatshirt acting as pajamas as you saunter around the apartment. The way you laughed at his good jokes, the way you rolled your eyes and laughed anyway at his bad. Your hair in the morning. Your scent filling every room you walk into and lingering after you’re gone. The way you held his hand as if it was as easy as breathing, and the way you fit with him like you were made for each other.

It wasn’t hard to realize Love’s the death of peace of mind

Schlatt was going crazy. He knew you were going to be at Ted’s party. Ted told him as much, but he didn’t think it would affect him like this. You’re wearing a dress that he has never seen before. It hugged your body in a way that made you look ethereal in the glow of the dim lights in Ted’s apartment. Schlatt knows he shouldn’t be feeling this way about you. It wasn’t fair, not after the silence he’s given to you. He wants to look away; he wants to avoid you seeing him at all. At the same time, all he wants to do is run to you, land on his knees, and beg his way to some kind of forgiveness. But then, you look at him and you smile. Schlatt knows it’s fake instantly. It doesn’t reach your eyes, and it doesn’t make the room warm like your real one does. The small smile is more than he deserves though. Schlatt knows you should yell and curse at him, making him feel as shitty as he knows he made you feel. But you don’t you only smile.

“Hi,” he says, his feet betraying his brain.

“Hi.” You respond. It’s awkward between you, and it makes Schlatt crumple inside. It was never awkward between you too. Conversation and silence were always comforting.

“I’m sorry.” Is all Schlatt can manage. Even though his brain is racing with a million more things to add.

I’m sorry for being a dick

I’m sorry for leaving you naked in bed

I’m sorry for ignoring you

I’m sorry for loving you

He doesn’t say any of that, and you only nod.

“You look as beautiful as always,” Schlatt says and you warm lightly and mumble a thank you. “I lied to you.” He spills.

“What?”

“When I said I wanted to end it - that i didn’t think we should do,” He takes a breath. “That we shouldn’t do anything that we did.” You stared at him, tears welling in your eyes.

“Then why?” You whispered, small and broken.

“I was terrified, am terrified.”

“Of what, Schlatt?” You bit your lip and searched his face, looking for some kind of answer.

“Of breaking a promise to myself.” Schlatt expected you to throw your drink at him, to roll your eyes and say ‘what the fuck kind of explanation is that’. But you don’t. You only smile again. This time it’s your genuine smile, and it blinds him for a moment.

“Do you think you could take me home?”

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Your apartment door closes behind the two of you, and his mouth is on yours instantly. The kiss isn’t fast, needy, or laced with any kind of sexual overtones. It’s slow, purposeful, the promise of something new.

“May I please try to make all of this up to you?” Schlatt whispers between kisses. You nod and he walks you back into your bedroom, a path he still has, and forever will, have memorized. Schlatt pulls the dress from your body slowly. With each new section of skin exposed, Schlatt kisses it with such revrencey, like it’s the first time he’s ever seen it.

He walks you backwards until your thighs hit the foot of the bed. He lays you down, kissing you as he does. He stands up over you and pulls his own shirt and pants down.

“God, your beautiful sweetheart.” He runs his hands from your thighs to your chest, then holds your face in his hands. “I missed you,” Schlatt says before engulfing you in a kiss. This kiss is filled with a passion you’ve never seen with him. One that he tries to use to make up for everyone he has missed out on in the past month. He presses a finger into you, beginning to work you open.

The atmosphere is so intamite. Something the two of you have never shared before. Every time you’ve had sex with Schlatt it’s always been fast and burning. This time is just gentle and warm.

As he leans over you and interlocks your hands together as he thrusts into you. With his mouth right next to your ear, he starts whispering soft nothings to you.

You’re beautiful

I missed you

I’m sorry

The knot in your stomach tangles and he could feel his own release approaching too. He speeds up slightly, as do the whispers against your ear. You kissed him as the knot inside you unravels and he follows pulling out and spiling across your stomach.

Schlatt pushes the hair out of your face and presses his forehead against yours.

“I did miss you, and I am sorry, more than you’ll ever know.”

“I do know, and I missed you, too.” You pull him into a kiss, sealing your forgiveness.

#schlatt #jschlatt x reader #that's all folks - i have spoken #jschlatt #schlatt x reader #schlatt smut #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x y/n

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mossy-opal · 11 months

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Spoiled Rotten

Sako Atsuhiro x Reader

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Torture, Mentions of What Happend to Giran, Medical Jargon, Smut

It was different, working here and being a proper doctor. It was quite the cushy lifestyle, it paid well, you could do your research however you pleased, no one ever really bothered you…

Until it started getting odd.

You never asked questions, it was better not to. It was safer to keep your head down and move on, to stay safe, to stay unseen. But, when your supervisor had told you to remove the fingers of a man who didn’t need the surgery, questions started popping up in your mind. Who were you really working for, what was their business, why did they have you do this, what would happen to you if you didn’t comply? So many questions, so little time.

You tried to ignore that nagging feeling that something was wrong, that feeling that ate at the back of your mind and chewed it’s way through your chest. You were hurting a man who, for all you knew, didn’t deserve to be hurt. You were torturing a man.

Eventually, you did find out why you were doing those things, and it made you sick to your stomach with dread. You knew you were torturing him, but you were torturing him for specific information. Information on the League of Villains. You were in far too deep to back out now, and there was no way you wouldn’t be killed if you dared try. You were apart of a liberation group, and you didn’t even have a quirk to liberate. They supported your courses through college, fast-tracked you to get your doctorate, paid you handsomly, gave you an endless amount of tools and time to do whatever you so pleased. You thought some sort of good luck had finally shined upon you, but this wasn’t good luck. This wasn’t even luck to begin with.

This was a curse.

Things got a lot busier for you after your little realisation. Your clinic was one of the only buildings left untouched by the beast that had rampaged the city, and the destruction that Tomura Shigaraki had caused. You had to confirm the deaths of hundreds, which became hard when they were piles of ash. Not only that, you had to help aid in the recovery of even more. Including the League.

Which went far better than you were anticipating. You expected push back from at least some of them, complaints about being touched by “the enemy”, but no. Nothing. You even aided in the recovery of Shigaraki himself, and he was silent for the most part. Toga was easy to take care of, you gave her a lollipop after her treatment, Jin too. Dabi was fine for the most part, as was Shuichi- Spinner.

Your favourite patient however, was Mr. Compress. Otherwise known as Sako Atsuhiro. He wasn’t injured too extremely, but he was facsinating because he had been amputated. Due to your aiding in the removal of poor Giran’s fingers, you had looked into amputation more, looking into what you could do and how you could possibly replace what was lost. You researched the possiblities in prosthetics and the capabilities that they could have, as well as how you could possibly improve them.

Sako was the perfect candidate for your experimentations. He was perfectly willing as well, which was just icing on the cake. It was the least you could do for them, not only to prove your loyalty to them and their cause, but also to, in your own way, atone for what you did to Giran. Which, you had admitted to them immediately. Granted you hadn’t known what exactly you were doing, only doing what you were told, but you still hurt the poor man, so you wanted to do something to help them, anything.

You researched prosthetics even more after that, and had worked not only on something for Giran, but for Sako as well. Unfortunately for Giran, there was not much you could do for fingers, unless you managed to weasel your way into getting nerve-technology from your managers, and even then it wasn’t likely to work. Sako was an easier feat. Of course, before you did any kind of experimentations on him or worked on anything, you had to speak with him, get to know him, get that doctor-patient bond that most doctors had with their patients.

Once again, he was willing to do that for you.

Maybe a bit too much, though.

He was certainly the showman of the League, often speaking in terms of grandure and theatrics, talking you up every chance he had. Every appointment, every opportunity, every time he passed you in the hallways, every time he saw you in town, he was at your side, telling you stories about his life, telling you his interests and dislikes.

It was… Cute.

He seemed to follow you like a lost puppy, perhaps it was the way you carried yourself, perhaps it was your similarity in age, maybe it was just because he was bored, you couldn’t tell. You didn’t need to ask. It was a habit of yours, maybe it was from your time with Destro and his goonies, but you didn’t mind it so much when it came to Sako.

You got to know him a lot more than a doctor should probably know their patient. You felt comfortable with him, you connected with him, you loved working with him and working on his arm, it was fun for you, he made it easy.

That became a problem when you started feeling more than a doctor to him.

You felt like a confidant for him, someone he could come to if he needed to, and to some extent, you were. But he visited your home in his off-time, went to lunch with you, even asked you about dinner from time to time.

You couldn’t allow that.

It was drastically inappropriate for a doctor to take advantage of a patient in a way such as that, there had to be a line drawn somewhere. But if you were to be fair with yourself, you did like him a lot. He was a villain, you worked for villains, you did some evil acts yourself.

You worked for villains.

…

Rules be damned, you deserved to endulge yourself, it wasn’t like he was that much younger than you anyway. So anytime he’d make a comment, anytime he’d make a flirt, you would match him. Anytime he offered to pay for something, you had it covered. You gifted him plenty of new clothes, expensive snacks imported from other countries, and you used the ludicrious amount of fincances you were paid to spoil him completely.

You could tell he was… Not used to the treatment.

It made you smile every time he would faulter or flounder over his words. Anytime you saw his face, you always complimented him for how handsome he looked, and you loved to see the blush that would reach his ears.

It became a sort of competition between the two of you, to see who would fluster the other more, who would flirt harder, who would make the first official move. You oftentimes topped his gifts and won on that front, because your funds were almost limitless. Sako lived in the mansion of Re-Destro, but you offered your home to him as a more private alternative. He didn’t have to move in if he didn’t want to, but you offered.

He took you up on it.

That was when things got… Harder.

You hade a very neat and tidy home, your schedule and work ethic carrying over into how you did things at home. Wake up, go for a walk, eat, shower, go to work. At work you would care for patients, do paperwork, eat lunch, work with more patients, and go home. You’d make dinner, look over more paperwork, shower again, and go to bed.

Now with Sako, he got to see how you worked, and he got to see a more relaxed side of you.

No longer in a button down shirt and slacks, you’d walk around your home in the shortest shorts, the tightest shirts, he was sure you weren’t wearing anything underneath. It made his mouth water, it made his pants tighter, it made working with you a lot more difficult, because all he could imagine were those damn shorts you wore. All he could think of when you bent over to install his new arm was the view he’d get when you’d bend over at home. Down your shirt, the curve of your ass, your flushed face after your walks, your silent moans when you crack your neck.

“Sako?”

What he wouldn’t give to hear you say his name, all breathy and whiney.

“Sako?”

You’d beg him for more, he coudl certainly rpay you like that, if only you’d allow it.

“Sako!”

He shook his head and blinked, “I’m so sorry my dear, were you speaking to me?”

You laughed, yet another music to his hears, “Yes, I was asking if this prosthetic feels better, if you have any complaints, and I was asking you to move your arm~”

He laughed nervously, thankful for his mask to be on today to hide his shame from you. He did as you asked him, feeling how the prosthetic fit him, how it felt. So far he had no complaints, and as he flexed his arm to test how it felt, he noticed it.

“Something’s different…”

You giggle, nodding, “Yes, something is very different.”

He moved it again, and he watched as his hand moved, his fingers flexing as he tested the new piece. He wasn’t sure, but he wanted to check before he freaked out.

He grabbed your hand, your skin was soft.

“Sako?”

“How did you manage this? What-”

You laughed again, a soft flush coming to your face, “Well don’t tell anyone you’re my favourite patient but… I did this specifically for you. Destro didn’t particularly allow me to look into or work with nerve technology, but I did it out of my own paycheck. It was a lot, but if it allows you to feel once again, I think it’s worth it.”

He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to marry you if you’d allow it. He wanted to do so much to repay you, even though he knew he never could.

You were a saint to him, a saviour, a dream come true, an angel. He wanted to tell you everything, but…

Anytime he flirted, anytime you flirted back, he thought you figured he was simply joking, that this was how he acted with everyone, despite that not being the case. He was never like this before he met you. Sure, he was a sweet-talker, someone who knew how to carry a conversation, with a bit of flair added to it, but he wasn’t openly flirtatious with anyone. Maybe in his teen years, but not now. Not for well over a decade.

“How could I ever thank you for this I- I don’t want to ever take this off! I can feel again, really feel! It’s fantastic!”

You laughed, shaking your head, your hand stil in his. He was always like this, always determined to repay you for your kindness, despite telling him time and time again he needn’t worry about it. Every new suit or costume, every new mask, every snack, every lunch, every day. There was nothing you needed from him, nothing more you wanted from him.

Just his company was enough.

“Please be sure to remove it when you shower, just to be sure to wash your arm properly. As for re-fastening it, it’s just like any other one of your prosthetics…”

You kept explaining it to him, but he couldn’t hear you. Obviously he would follow your instructions, but all he could think about was tonight. When you’d get home, how he’d repay you. A movie? No, far too cheesy. It had to be something phenomenal. Something that would make your jaw drop. Something to prove to you what he meant when he flirted with you.

When you had waved him off to see other patients, he told you he’d see you at home, that alone warmed your heart- He called your home his home. The rest of your shift went on smoothly, you checked out a child patient and a few others, the most exciting thing that happened today was Sako’s appointment.

Until you got home.

As soon as he left, he went to a flower shop. Then, he got candles. Next, he got ingredients for a meal to make for you, wine, the works. You usually caqme home to make dinner, it was an honour to help you make dinner, the two of you often cooked together. Not today though, today he wanted to spoil you as much as he could. If this didn’t show you how he felt, he didn’t know what would.

He cleaned up the little mess there was, he set up the roses all over the house in little vases, he lit the candles when he was done cooking, everything was set up perfectly, right on time.

“What…?”

Walking out of the kitchen soace, Sako bows, dressed in half a suit you had gotten him, his lseeves rolled up, his new prosthetic attached.

“Welcome home my dear…”

“Sako what is all this…?”

“My thanks to you, after everything you’ve done for me it is the least I can do for you~”

There were slight tears in your eyes, your face flushed and a surprised smile present. He offered you his hand, the hand you had just given him feeling back into, and you gladly took it. He led you to the dining area, sitting you down and serving you the meal he had prepared for you, your favourite.

“Sako, you didn’t have to do all of this…”

“Ah, but that’s where you’re mistaken my dear, I did. I wanted to. After everything you’ve done for me, it’s the very least I could do…. Save for asking for your hand.”

You could’ve sworn you stopped breathing.

Now or never.

“My dear I’m not quite sure if you realise, but I am quite fond of you. You’re very important to me, to the League. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like without you in it. I am not your patient, and you are not my doctor. I adore you, I love you, and I want to call you mine.”

You would cry if you weren’t so shocked, you didn’t know what you would do if he kneeled onto one knee, you were thankful he didn’t. You’d probably die.

“Sako… I don’t know what to say…”

“You needn’t say a thing my dear, let’s enjoy dinner, and our evening together.”

You certainly did. There weren’t even dishes to do afterwards, because Sako cleaned them up for you. By the time you were ready to retire for bed, Sako had moved to go to his own room, but you grabbed his hand.

“Oh no, you don’t get your own room after confessing your love to me, you sleep with me now.”

He felt his face flush, “Darling I don’t think that’d be wise…”

You scoffed teasingly, “And why is that~?”

His chuckle sent shivers down your spine, as he moved closer to you, gently caressing your face, “Because, darling, I don’t think I’d be able to control myself at that point~”

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, your face flushing an even darker red.

“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you~”

“I don’t think that’s possible~”

His hand held your face as he leaned down to kiss you, the kiss feeling as if a weight was lifted off of your chest, it felt like you were floating, like you were finally free to express yourself to him, to give him everything, just like you wanted.

You pressed against him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding onto him as if your life depended on it. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and more, and it was so satisfying. Breaking the kiss for a short moment, you dragged him to your bedroom, opening and closing the door, quickly working on unbuttoning his shirt, Sako doing the same for you.

“Darling, slow down, I’m not going anywhere~”

You scoffed again, “As if you’re one to talk~”

You were right, as you were with most things. He was rushing to get your shirt unbuttoned, half-tempted to simply tear it open. The both of you were eager to finally, finally feel each other, fully. You had the opportunity to touch him however you needed, often stealing quick gropes you didn’t truly need, but Sako never got the chance, only dreaming of how soft you’d feel, how you’d feel between his fingers, against his body, on his tongue.

He finally had his chance, and he was not going to wait or hesitate any longer.

The kissing grew feverish as he pushed you into your bed, and lord the scent he loved was finally surrounding him fully as he laid you beneath him, touching and groping at your chest as his hands moved down your waist to remove your pants and underwear.

You pushed against his chest with your hand, making him stop kissing you. He would ask you why, but your eager hands moved to undo his own pants, and he chuckled again. He saw you pout and blush.

“So desperate for me, hm~?”

“Yes~”

He flushed at how forward you were, before you finally got his pants down, tangling your hands in his hair to pull him in for another kiss. He pushed himself against you as he crawled over you. Using his new prosthetic, he adored the feeling of your skin against his hand- His hand. Despite it being a prosthetic, this was apart of him, and this one was the easiest one for him to accept. All because of you. You had done so much for him…

You were shocked he had pulled away so abruptly, before he lifted your legs over his shoulders and started going down on you, making you squeal in surprise. No one had ever been this eager to do this for you, to lick and suck at your most inimate parts. You always had to beg for them to do anything, so this was a first for you. You saw him using his arms close wrap your legs around his head even tighter, his grip on your almost bruising as he pleased you.

It wasn’t just for you, either.

He had been dreaming of this, and nothing he ever dreamed of could compare to how divine you tasted, how wonderful it felt having your thighs wrapped around his head, how cute your little noises were. He moaned against you, and that made you moan even louder, your hand gripping his hair, and pulling.

He groaned at that, pulling away from you before you could finish, making you whine. He cooed at you, shaking his head.

“Don’t fret my dear, we’re not done yet… I want to take my time with you, to feel you in every way possible~”

With his new arm, he pressed a singular finger into you, curling it just right to make you whine. He chuckled, copying the motion over and over again, your hips bucking with every movement. He even had to hold your hips down.

“It’s a good thing I’m doing this darling,” He pushed another finger into you, scissoring you, “Neither one of us are used to this, so I need to be sure you’re taken extra care of, as to not hurt you~”

“S-Sako y-y-you’re teasing…”

He clicked his tongued as he cooed at you, “Yes, I am~”

He chuckled while he fucked you slowly with his fingers, his other hand wrapped around his cock, moving in time. The sight before him he wanted to remember, every sinlg detail, Your head was rolled back, your mouth wide open with praise and moans falling out in slurs, your chest rising and falling, your legs wide open with him slotted between them, playing with you, and touching himself.

It was beautiful, the dance you two were doing.

Once he added another finger in, he began moving faster, making your hips start bucking again, making him tut. He stopped stroking himself, immediately gripping your hip and holding you down.

“Stop. Moving.”

You whined and it was gorgeous, but you needed to be good and behave. So you did, moving to grip the hand that was burried deep inside you, and he jolted when he remembered he could feel it again. You whined and you begged, and before you could reach ecstasy, he stopped, pulling his fingers out of you.

“Sako~!”

“Ah ah ah, no complaining dear~” He squeezede your hips again as he lined himself up with you, chuckling to himself, “Ooh darling, I can’t wait to mark you up~”

Before you could ask what he meant, he pushed in to you, hissing at the feeling, kissing you deeply, swallowing your squeal. He stayed there for a moment, your hips twitching at his sudden intrusion, but not moving more than that. He chuckled into your mouth, moving to kiss at your cheeks, biting your jaw line, kissing your neck ever so gently, before he bite you again. Hard. You gasped a moan, moaning once more when he first thrusts his hips into you. He groans against your neck as he bites you again, in a different area, sucking at you neck, doing as he promised.

Marking you up.

You never imagined he’d fit inside of you so perfectly, making you feel more full than you ever had, his thrusting being the slowest torture you’ve ever experienced. You figured you deserved it, despite thinking this to be torture, you knew he was just treating you right, taking his time with you, making sure you felt every inch.

Your past partners went hard and fast, and ver rarely did you ever get to where you needed to go while they chased after their own highs. But Sako was unlike any of your previous partners, having gotten you to the edge twice already, before teasing you with that feeling of fleeting pleasure, before doing it again. Sako was a man who knew how to please his partner, and he had plenty of time to plot exactly what he wanted to do to you.

He wanted you to be shattered around him, he wanted you to feel what you did to him, and he wanted you to get there first. Pulling away from your hickey-ridden neck, he smirked. His hands were on your hips, occassionally squeezing them. His hips started moving faster, his prosthetic moving to toy with you further as he continued to fuck into you.

“Ha-ha Darling~ You feel soo good wrapped around me like this~ Y-you haven’t a clue how long- Mmm- How long I’ve wanted you like this… All for me, marked up, begging, just for me~”

You moaned with a nod, feeling your climax coming up even faster now.

“Tell me, who- Who do you belong to? Who makes you feel this good~?”

“You- S-sako, you do~! Y-you- A-always been you- You~!”

He laughed softly, his hips stuttering, “F-fuck- I-I can’t last much lon-longer~”

“P-please… Please please-”

“Mmmm, please what~?”

“L-let me cum- Please~! Cum inside me- fuck I don’t care~! I love you so much I want it~!”

That was enough to send him over the edge, well over the edge. Cursing to himself as his hips stuttered again, spurting into you, he faltered atop you, holding himself up as he pressed closer to you.

When he came, you snapped, cumming yourself. You screamed silently before you moaned into his ear, thanking him. He was confused, in the height of his climax, he didn’t feel you finish, so why were you thanking him?

“That was… Amazing…”

“But, ha, you didn’t…”

You laughed, kissing his cheek and shaking your head, “Oh no love, I did. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Ever. You didn’t even use any toys and you made me see stars~”

Sako laughed, slowly pulling out of you, watching his essence ooze from you. “Well, it was quite the performance from us both, no~?”

“A performance I’d love to see again~”

You were going to be the death of him.

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getvalentined · 5 months

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Actually while I'm on it, I wanna talk about the dichotomy between Genesis and Angeal. I'm not censoring names in this one because I'm not worried about it being read as character bashing, but it's a topic that I think is super interesting but I never see discussed outside the perception that they represent the dichotomy of good versus evil.

The dichotomy between these two is not and has never been good versus evil. Angeal having a white wing or insisting that he's honorable does not make him good, particularly when his idea of "honor" includes never asking anyone for help and forcing people that love him to do horrific things so he doesn't have to keep living as he really is. Conversely, Genesis having a black wing and referring to himself as a monster doesn't make him evil, particularly when everything he does in the actual storyline is an attempt to save himself (and his men), or at least make sure that Shinra falls far enough that it can't do this to anyone else.

That said, Angeal and Genesis are on opposite sides, just not in the way you most people assume.

Angeal is all about appearances, expectations, worthiness. He's never let go in his life, he was brought up in a poor household where he was presumably heaped with expectations and responsibilities by parents who were unable to properly care for him, and this led him to developing some extremely rigid and maladaptive ideologies. His concept of "honor" is probably the biggest one; we can see how he picked this up from Gillian pretty clearly in how she refers to the Buster Sword, and how we know she continually turned down Shinra's hush money and then never told the truth anyway.

Angeal sees "honor" as doing everything yourself, forever, the exact way that you were told. "Honor" is working yourself to death, it's not admitting when you're in over your head, it's accepting the worst situations as necessary even if they could be changed with the participation or contribution of someone else. It's dishonorable to ask for help. It's dishonorable to stop when there's still work to do. It's dishonorable to be indebted to anyone, even if the process of paying off a debt will kill you. It's better to die than to be dishonorable. He is his mother's son in every way.

By contrast, Genesis is all about independence, equality, justice. We can also see this in what we know of his background—Genesis was the brilliant son of a wealthy family, he gave Banora global brand recognition, his work with Banora White juice literally changed the entire face of his homeland's economy forever. He did this on his own. He figured this out because he wanted to share something with someone he admired, and he knew that the only way to make it worth something was to do it himself. However, where Genesis is independent, he's more than capable of asking for help, and he does over and over through the course of the game. Independence isn't about cutting yourself off from your community, it's about doing things in the way that works best for you, regardless of others' opinions.

Genesis' biggest issue is his concept of "justice," because it wheels pretty often into vengeance. At the end of the day he has three goals: survive, get Sephiroth out of Shinra, and make sure that the company can never do to anyone else what it did to him. He tries to ensure this by carving his way through anyone he feels stands between him and those goals, because Shinra deserves what he's doing and anyone who thinks otherwise is unjust. He's not self-centered, per se, but he has no empathy for anyone he doesn't personally care about, and it makes him seem cruel in a way that is entirely unnecessary.

It's pretty clear by the end that he's not intentionally cruel, just like he probably doesn't lack empathy by choice—but he does clearly struggle with empathy, and he clearly doesn't understand why anyone is angry with him when he knows he's right. He tells the truth without understanding that not everyone wants it. He can't conceptualize why someone wouldn't want to know.

Genesis' biggest problem is that he can't tell the difference between justice that strengthens the world around him and the people under his care, and vengeance meant to pay back the people and institutions that led him here in the first place.

The dichotomy in Project G was never good versus evil, it's external validation versus internal validation. Angeal needs the world to see him as right, while Genesis needs the world to back off and allow him to do things the way he already "knows" is right. The majority of Genesis' story takes place in his own head, and it's a broken narrative for reasons unrelated to the literal rotting; he knows what he's doing, he's methodical and clear in his actions, and he doesn't understand why people that know the truth don't agree with him. Angeal's, meanwhile, takes place primarily through Zack's eyes, because the opinions of others are what matter to him, and if he can't figure out how to make those eyes see exactly what he wants then he can't bear to be seen at all.

Basically Genesis is autistic, Angeal has OCPD, and Shinra has no concept of mental health care. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

#fandom ramble #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #project g #crisis core #crisis core reunion #CCFF7R

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unicorncornflakes · 10 months

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Everything Changes | Modern Au | Alpha!Dark! Aemond Targaryen x Omega!Niece!Reader | Sneak Peek

Prologue (One day, not now ;))

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Summary: Aemond is a hunter and you are his prey.

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting / Eventual Smut / Alpha-Omega Relationship.

Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, use of dr4gs and inc3st, at some points. Minors DNI

This is the result a really stressfulll week, a ton of red bull and monster cans and a little of Craziness :D Just a sneak peak, sorry :(

I will update Dark Desire tomorrow, so... while we are waiting, I leave this here :D

Author´s note: Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: +700

He feels like he shouldn't be there. He always feels that way. However, he returns to the same place. Every Friday afternoon. He never lose it. Before what happened, he hadn't felt anything for you. You were a girl when they caught him. When he came back, you were a woman.

He takes the credit card out of his wallet.

Lately, he finds no better use for it than that. He creates a line of white powder on the desk table and inhales it forcefully, no need to roll a bill like before, he simply covers one hole of his nose and inhales it. When he raises his head, you have plunged back into the water. You are very pretty in a bikini. If he hadn't snort in that line, he'd get up and take it from you. He would make love to you in the pool. No, he would fuck you. Since he came back he hasn't made love again, if he ever did.

Luckily, he's too high. Thank the gods he won't get up and teach you anything. It would not be ethical or moral. He keeps looking at you. He likes when you get out of the pool and sunbathe. You are very pretty all wet and shiny from the sun that hits your skin. Would you call him "Daddy" while he pulls you? He likes the perspective, smiles at his thoughts running through his mind. He lights a cigarette and leans back in his chair. He wishes you would come over and kneel down to suck him off while he's like this. 'I like you, (Y/N)' he confesses to himself in his mind. He imagines you walking hand in hand. He imagines sleeping with you. He just imagines you. He puts his fingers to his nose and pinches his bridge. Why does he imagine such sweet things with you?

"I thought you were clean of that shit," he hears Daeron's voice behind him, but he doesn't even turn to look at him. He's not in the mood to be lectured on morals by his little brother.

“I'm leaving it, before I snort much more. Now it's only Fridays, when I'm here” he lies to Daeron with his hoarse voice, shattered by years of captivity, after the conviction for murdering Luke. He shrugs and continues to look at you. You are precious. His little niece.

“When are you coming to see her?” Daeron asks, dropping a folder full of papers on the desk. He clicks his tongue in disapproval, but he hasn't given a shit about these things for a long time “You should keep your distance, because in the end you're going to do something you'll regret.”

“Like what?” Aemond tells him smiling sadly, turning to look at him. Daeron looks at him worriedly, Aemond knows that looking at the enormous scar that runs across his face is not easy, that it is unpleasant, the white and blue prosthesis greets him in a macabre way... but you look at him as if he were still attractive, as if you like him, as nothing would happen to his face or to his destroyed body “With the eager that Cregan is, I'm sure he'll even put her in my bed and give her to me if I tell him I like her. He would be honored if his daughter gave birth to the future offspring of the House of the Dragon. Yeah, he wouldn't give a shit, even if I'm his wife's little brother.”

“She's very pretty” his brother Daeron comments as he approaches the window, with his arms behind his back “But, (Y/N) doesn't deserve to be with a man who lines up on his back while he fucks her from behind” he says harshly, without any feeling. Aemond smiles wearily, jaded by the situation. He knows perfectly well what happens between almost all of his siblings when you are around them.

“No, of course” he tells Daeron, taking a drag on his cigarette again, watching you through the smoke that he expels from his mouth “She deserves a proper lawyer. I suppose you would take her to dinner before fucking her, to see if she would fall in love with you that way” Aemond laughs contemptuously.

“Unlike my brothers, I know how to control myself, even though she is the first omega born in our family after so long” Daeron smiles, but without losing sight of you. Liar. All his brothers are liars with you.

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layzeal · 4 months

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Dr. Lace, as a practicing Lan Wangjiologist, why do you think Lan Wangji waited until the end of the novel to tell Wei Wuxian about A-Yuan surviving? Like, in universe, because while I think the real answer is that the twist plays out better at the end of the story, it’s more fun to guess why Lan Wangji kept quiet.

"Dr. Lace" and "Lan Wangjiologist" made me laugh for like two days straight. well done anon. well done sjdhfkjsdhlfkdsjf

but you've actually caught me on something that i don't know if i have a true answer!! i mean, as you said there is the obvious reason of it just working a lot better from a storytelling point of view.

us readers don't really learn about a-yuan existence until wwx mentions it the first time as they're hanging out in yiling before climbing the burial mounds, then there's a flashback where we met the wen remnants, they die, wwx is killed, and immediately after we return, we get the blood poll scene, which also immediately reveals to us that the little boy we met is actually now the BIG boy we've fallen in love with a long time ago! we care about lan sizhui long before we even know that he was relevant in wangxian's life before that. "what happened to a-yuan" isn't a looming question that follows us or the characters throughout the story, because a-yuan only comes up quite late in the plot. mxtx wasn't going for a shocking plot twist with that reveal, but merely using him as another piece in the story's theme. we love lan sizhui before we even know he's a-yuan, and knowing that he's now only alive BECAUSE wwx sacrificied all he did to save the wen remnants, even if he "failed" shows us the human side of how worth it was.

but of course that doesn't come without its foreshadowing. note that i don't subscribe to the "wangxian are a-yuan's parents" or "lan sizhui secretly calls lwj 'baba/fuqin'" headcanon (although u can always argue that 一日为师，终身为父 but that's for another day lmao), i find their relationship has a lot more nuance and honestly more depth than that of a nuclear family. we see how he and lan wangji seem to be much closer compared to other juniors (ie hgj personally teaches him the qin language, gives him books that other lan disciples seem to not have access to, etc) and while that is curious, it's not out of place for lwj to have a particular student he wants to train more closely. lan sizhui clearly deserves it! however, once it is revealed just how much sizhui means to lwj, as well as how he gave him both his new "birth" name and his courtesy name, as well as why he'd want sizhui to be under his protection and teaching, it all clicks!

but again, it's simply not a major focus within the plot.

ok cool lace, that still doesn't answer why lan wangji doesn't bring that up in-universe. and you're right! i'm quite fond of tangents

but seriously, i do think that's part of it as well. just like how the question of "what happened to a-yuan" doesn't follow us around the story, that's the same for our main characters. wei wuxian has long been convinced that a-yuan died alongside the wen remnants, so he doesn't ask because he's allergic to reminiscing anything about the past. for lan wangji, lan sizhui is safe (and still amnesiac), and wei ying is back to life, there are a thousand other things they need to focus on before bringing all of that up. and lan wangji is nothing if not focused on fixing the most important tasks at hand, matters of the past can be talked about later unless relevant (it's no wonder that all of lwj's backstroy is revealed to us by the narrator or a different character, after all).

but most of all, i think lan wangji didn't bring it up because he simply did not know how to tackle the subject of the first siege, wwx's death, or the wen remnants with him. it's understandably a very sensitive subject, and lan wangji did not wish to overstep his boundaries by bringing it up when wwx wasn't ready to. again, he's a man of priorities, and he wouldn't risk breaking the scab off the wound unless it was necessary, or wwx did it first.

from those lens, it's no question why he only seemed to consider revealing a-yuan's identity after the second siege, not only because wwx has finally had closure on the death of the wens, but because lan sizhui himself is starting to piece things together, though it is also not something that should be forced. however, after the second siege, things really begin speeding up again, and between wwx watching the wens fade away and having a fight with jiang cheng, he's is clearly both physically and emotionally drained all the way until they get freaky in the bathtub, where things get even WORSE, and then guanyin temple happens which just... yeah. there was enough telenovela drama for one night.

so, once all of that is finally over, and lwj sees sizhui analyze chenqing with a clear sense of reminiscing, lwj finally settles it that he will reveal it. they're not in a hurry, wwx is finally doing okay, closure has been achieved in multiple things, and there are no other priorities at hand.

except that! he doesn't even need to. because sizhui catches up does it for him. and isn't that even more fitting?

but really, since i received this ask i have been thinking to myself "at what other time would lan wangji have revealed a-yuan's identity? and why?" and i just... keep hitting a wall. because revealing extremely charged emotional subjects to a beloved person who has never brought it up to you, about another person who doesn't even know or remember it, it's simply not lan wangji's character. wei ying is alive and safe, a-yuan is alive and safe, tearful revelations can come later, but right now lan wangji needs to ensure that they'll continue that way.

#sorry it took me so long to answer!!#i was originally gonna play along with the joke and write it in short paper format #but i. didn't want to #i will NOT be academic about wangxian. screw proper punctuation #thanks for the ask!!! this was lots of fun!#modao #lace speaks #mdzs

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