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sleepy-fiction · 5 months ago

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Taming the Giantess.

lin lie x f!giant!reader

syn: Iron Fist is put on a mission to trap a giant devil on an island. After being brutally knocked out and separated from the group, he finds the shedevil's layer and learns the reason the giant is so aggressive is because she is on her heat!! So, he takes care of her the only way he knows how; using the shards of fu xi embedded in his iron fists. He's just trying to save the world!! ....no ulterior motives at all

tgs: fisting, size kink, breeding kink, cunnilingus (f+mR), watersports, excessive bodily fluids (the reader's a giant), improper use of the Fu Xi Shards

an: to give u a quick rundown of the reader's key appearance characteristics: fem, 20.5ft tall, has unspecified horns, has a specified "devil" tail, turns a dark shade of red/pink/violet mix when frustrated. Everything else is unspecified and up to the reader's imagination!! this was definitely a fun post. Lwk the characters might be ooc bc idk marvel lore im a dc gal, but overall the dialogue should really fit!! UPDATED!! + PROOFREAD

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The Alien Giant mission was one that lasted longer than it should. With an original team of Iron Man, Black Widow, and Spiderman, these heroes faced off a giant, horned alien as tall as the eye could see. No bigger than 20 feet tall, with horns and a long tail. Stark failed to find any sort of data of where the monster could be from, so he simply began to call it an alien for the time being.

As for the team? What he could say, he had a soft spot for the kid, and he could always count on Black Widow to get a clear shot.

In the beginning, a few weeks ago, the alien fell from the sky, crash lading in the state of Arkansa. Destroying crops and attacking farmers who got too close. Stark was convinced he could handle you on his own, as up until a few weeks ago, you were easy to capture and even easier to manage. He induced the alien to sleep and transported you by your arms with a combat plane to an island not too far from the Mariana Trench. A choice solidified by the fact that you were far enough for you not to hurt anyone, or yourself, just until they figured out what to do with you.

The island was 300 miles long, with a girth of 500 miles, just enough room for you to live your life and have room as a giant, but still small enough for them to keep an eye on you. There was a vast cave beneath the mountain top that led to nowhere, but Tony was aware of that.

The issue arrived when two weeks ago, you started destroying trees by the massive. You started at the beach, working your way through to the mountains. By the time a day had passed, the island had 1/18th of all its trees disappearing.

Now that was becoming a problem.

That meant within twenty or more days, you would have eaten through the entire island. Though that was a problem on its own, on top of it, you seemed to be growing. With no data, no identification, no planet, Stark didn't know what you were capable of.

But he tried to reason with you.

He appeared to you in his super suit and jet. But you were oddly aggressive, more aggressive than before. You flung his plane out into the open sea, were somehow immune to the lethal sleeping gas, and even went as far to brutually damage his suit. And all of that was something Stark knew he could handle.

So he went on his merry way, still trying to study you from afar.

The straw that broke that camel's back was when your skin started to tint a violet-pink. Your claws had grown in sharper. You started to brave out into the ocean, and no matter how many times Stark sent you back, it seemed like each time becoming more of a brutal battle thsn the last. You fought like a wild woman. Finally, stubborn Stark threw the towel in.

He needed help.

He would've never guessed recruiting new people would lead to the start of a war.

Fast forward today, the day Iron Fist, Doctor Strange, and Captain America were recruited to the mission:

Their plane landed on a massive doxing ship. The ship was not too far out from the island, barely 60 miles away. The new recruits ate, slept, and received an extra rundown on the boat. Doctor Strange was chosen, as Stark was led to believe the "She-devil" was more related to magic and timelines than an actual planet. Captain America, to protect the otherwise vulnerable team from brute attacks. And IronFist, to team effectively with Spiderman to deal swift and damaging attacks.

It seemed easy enough.

When the hour arrived, Lin was more than ready. The jet drove out to the island, drawing in and docking in the sand, the team stood in position, following Stark to the front to disembark.

"Alright, I need everyone to listen up," Stark commands tall and proud before the team, "She awakes the second you step foot on this damn island. From there, our she-devil will bee-line directly towards us. Widow, just as the briefing discussed, I need you to find a vantage point while Captain, Spiderman, and I distract her. Then, IronFist, on my signal - and only on my signal - we need you to damage her on three core spots," he pauses, glaring dead at Lin.

"Number one, her ankles," Stark raises a finger, "Two, Her Forearm. Then on three, her shoulder. But only on my signal. The goal of the mission is to disarm her while we buy Doctor Strange enough time to locate whatever crazy world she's from... Everyone, got it?" Stark gruffs.

"Got it," the team cried.

Doctor Strange speaks up, "It might take a day or more for me to find out her origins. There are-- millions of multiverses out there."

Stark nods, "Then we fight for days. But if today goes well, we will only need to fight once. So long as we all keep our heads in the game." Stark gives the group one last look before gesturing Captain forward with him.

"Alright, let's move out," he hums, his suit springing out. Stark steps off the boat and into the water, where they trudge behind him.

Carefully, checking his team once more, Stark raises a foot, and it crashes down on the shore. Within milliseconds, a vicious roar splits the air, the shirek's ferocity to rival the wails of a bobcat. Stark bursts, "Now, Widow! Everyone else move-move-move!"

Everyone rushes to their positions in the beach. With Captain America in the far front, Black Widow sneaking off to the side lines, Spider man webbing the trees that open to the beach, and Lin, standing still right at Spiderman's side.

Lin calls to Peter in the calamity, "Dude! Do you think we'll beat her?"

"N-No! I've been fighting her for days! The only way to get rid of her is to send her back h-home," Spiderman grunts, falling back into place after webbing.

The beach shook for every step. The shards of Fu Xi buzzed in his arms, he hissed and got into stance. Out from the trees and into the sticky webs came this she devil.

You were large, as tall as a building, with lucious hair and an ethereal face. Your body was clothed in leaves and torn cloth around your chest, feet covered in cuts and scores. Horned with sharp eyes and a sharp devil's tail, talons for toes and sharp claws for fingers, you were an apex predator. The only difference was that your skin was a violent and complete pinkish violet, borderlining an angry, bitter red. Not at all what they described you as earlier.

"You didn't tell us she was red," IronFist exclaims.

"She wasn't always," Spiderman yells.

You hit the sandy shore with your fist, sending a blast through the air. Lin was quick to notice how your body seemed to buzz with an unnatural purple glow. The sight alone was enough to make his shards beam frantically.

No, you're not from this multiverse. Hell, you're not even from this dimension! The insight from his ancestors burned through him.

He barely noticed Captain and Stark begin to attack as he went to share his information. He turned his head to yell but was quickly interrupting by the earspliting sound of a light beam fired dead between your eyes. He gasped in shock, but you didn't budge, you groaned in trepidation, clawing at your forehead. His soul stirred at the sight.

This couldn't be right. No. None of this wa--

"IronFist!"

Focus, focus Lin!

Lin sprung into action, calling on his chi and thrusting a flying kick toward your right ankle. Your knee gave in, causing you to kneel, and in that spread, he rushed up your leg, bouncing off your knee to send another flying kick to your shoulder. A nasty crunch split the air as he landed shakily on your shoulder.

Then--

Wait- Shit--

He was supposed to hit your forearm second--

An abrupt and even more confusing green flare burst through the sky.

A flare?

Lin's head was buzzing, his shsrd twitchings ans burnjng through his veins. He suddenly, now so close to you, felt deathly lethargic. He's off his game, hes out of his mind. And that flare? That sea-green fla--

Suddenly, it all kicked.

The flare was his signal.

Then? Who called him.

His knee seemed to buckle, as he swayed softly, staring at the tiny figures on the beach.

"IronFist! I-- Lin! Lin look out," Peter yelled.

Oh god, it was Peter who called out to him. Peter knew his head wasn't in the battle. Peter was warning him.

Shit.

A vicious claw sprung around and backhanded him high into the air. He was shot into the wind at an alarming speed, thwarting his clothes, colors flickering in his fading vision. The beach drifting farther and farther out of his view, his whole body aflame from the stinging slap.

The wind whipped and crackled around him, his clothes frantic before, and finally, his body crunched against a tree.

Iron Fist was out cold instantly. His head meekly slumped forward to his shoulder.

Lin.

Awake.

He gasps, "S-Shou Lao!" Lin promptly sat upright, his mouth parched, dried iron laid waste on his tongue. Groggily, he looked around, seeing nothing but dense trees and moss, the smell of salt water high in the ear, trickling down with the hum of crickets.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he woke up, but all he knew night had befallen him. The crickets awake with their song. His head ached, his vision blurry and staunch, blood dribbling down his forehead.

He needs to return.

Lin shakenly stood, his knees threatening to buckle under weight as the memories of the battle burned in his head.

He was so off cue. His synergy far out from his body.

Wasn't his fault, your weird, magic aura messed with his timing- his shards were distressed just by looking at you.

And what if he did finish his attack? Was the purpose to break your limbs? He winced at the thought. Somehow, that felt too cruel.

Judging by what the briefing taught him, it's looking like you were sent here either by mistake or by something, and you're trying to get home. Sure, breaking your limbs would make it easier to transport you and keep you in one sitting, but. Can't send you back to wherever you're from with broken limbs, could he?

What if you're at the bottom of the food chain over there?

Or maybe he was just another idiot making up excuses for his failures.

No. If he was honest.

He knew he didn't want to fight you in the first place. Maybe Stark knew it too.

He trudged through the forest, the humidity high, the temperature hot, forcing his clothes to stick to his body. He was just walking the direction he was facing, trying not to be eaten up by the pain- or worse by the mosquitos who could smell his stench.

When he gets home, he's going to need a shower.

Probably a medic too.

He's not all too worried about running into you, as he glanced up at the mountain he was approaching. Stark told him that you disappear at night, and night would be the prime hours to either transport you or have Strange work on securing that portal. Thing is, he had no clue where you went at night, and worse, sometimes you'd use the night as an advantage to swim off to who knows where.

All of the team was led to believing that disarming you would be the best but. Fucksake, he couldn't do it. It was cruel. Then again, he had no better solution.

Maybe. Maybe he could find one.

Lin must've walked blind in the dark for miles before he stumbled across a cave opening on the base of the mountain. He had the energy to continue walking to the beach, but his arms were aching. Not just from the shards, but he used them to block most of your attack. Wither way.

A break would be nice. He deserved it, even after screwing up so badly.

AIron Fist ventures deep into the wide cave, it was dark and quiet at first. But then, he starts to hear a faint sound.

"Aa.... Ggr... Ff...."

He squints, the shards surging through him. There's danger a foot.

He briskly holds his fists up, staying in close to the wall to be less noticeable. And as he creeps in closer, a warm light flickers in from the depths of the cave.

The sounds ebb louder, "Aaah! Mm...h! Oo... ..Ff," clearer too. It's the she-devil's voice, and it's groaning out. He squints harder. Just behind a barrel of rocks was the source of the light and sound.

He uses the rock's cover to an advantage and sneaks in closer, resting against them..

Not to be crude, but those groans sort of sounded like...

Ironfist peaks over the rocks, and his eyes fail him at the sight. There in the cave lies the She-Devil, lying naked next to a warm fire. The cave opens up grand in here, enough to be a house sized for a 20.5ft woman. But that's not at all what he's staring at. He's staring at you, sanding down trees with your teeth and teetering them around your dribbling vagina. God, heat rushes straight to his pants.

Your pussy was giant and soaking, your skin hot and pink, even more so than before. It was a vulgar and agitated color, the color of frustration. And it made your body seem all the more tantalizing to him. It's was primal, the sight of your sex, as it called to his primitive apeish roots, lost between humanity's years of evolution. God, it called to him to hear your bellowing trills and moans. Called to a disgusting, feral, primal part of him he wasn't aware of.

He felt so lethargic again.

The shards oddly didn't buzz or flicker, and somehow, he almost forgot that he was Lin Lie.

Oh my god.

It finally clicked again for him. You were acting like this because you were--

Lin gasps, "Sexually frustrated," the words slip out from his mouth before he can register it.

You immediately perk up, a vicious growl bursting from your lips as you weakly toss your dangerous, makeshift dildo at the rocks before Lin. He steps back. The rocks clamor and knock down, rolling down the cave and towards you, revealing him standing there.

You narrow deadly eyes on him, baring your sharp canines with a growl. Lin freezes, aderaline perverse through his brain. He brungs up his fists, awaiting an attack. Instead, you do nothing but glare. You're too weak to chase him away, resting your sweaty, tired head against the wall, your sputtering pussy clenching on nothing.

Ironfist raises his tired arms, "Hey... Hey girl... I'm not gonna hurt you, 'kay?" His voice is slow and soft, his palms faced to show he's no threat. He's even crouched a little, trying to make himself as small as possible. Something that once again proved how evolution's natural survival instinct flowed through him.

You still growled, recognizing the body language, but not giving up your snarl. Your walls clench up on nothing, still reminding you of your vulnerable problem. You have no time to fight, youre to weak.

It hurts so bad.

You know you need a mate, and you need one soon.

You suddenly whimper, your claws grinding up chunks of rock and clenchjng your eyes tight close. Your brain thought of one thing and one thing alone. Helplessly, you chose to ignore the little creature. You could do nothing but try to reach for another tree to grind down. But surely, that would be more painful than it would be pleasurable.

"I'm," once again, he speaks before thinking, "I'm gonna get close to you, if that's okay." And the shard buzz in annoyance at the idea. He watches as you continue to ignore him, and a part of him can only wince at the sight. He cooes sweetly at you, "You poor thing, you're just in pain, huh? Having to fight these tiny jackasses all day... Jus' need a break, huh 'gal?"

Despite not knowing the language, you look up at him, a softer gaze brimming from you. Iron fist slinks down the same slope the tree and rocks fell down before reaching the flat bottom of the cave. It's here in thr down draft that he can smell just how brutually wet you are. The smell is strong and acidic, so primal and intoxicating. It's so strong that his dick grows impossible hard off it alone, precum dribbling from his head. Fuck, his cock was aching so bad, it took everything in him to not squeeze it. Or worse, drop to the floor and jack off like a maniac.

Yet he ventures into your warm, dangerous den, eyeing the various claw marks that etch the walls. He's ashamed of the excitement that brews at the sight. All of his body, every atom, from the root of his DNA, was begging to fuck-fuck- fuck. This was more than just him and you. This was cardinal.

Soon enough he's mere standing feet away from your pussy, his eyes glued to the gorgeous sight. It was a breathtaking. Your vulva was much bigger than his entire head, glistening in the fire light like a delicious, sloppy snack. His knows dick would feel like nothing to you, despite being fat, burly, and 8 inches long.

No, you need something more. His hand reached to touch your thigh, you chitter strangely, and move your legs further out of the way for him. He notices but can still sense your unease. Nevertheless, he didn't know how to help. That's when his shards buzz strangely, causing him to wince and stare at his arms. They stop once he sees it.

What? The fuck?

"Shao Lao... My ancestors... You all are not saying," he stutters. He's unsure if he should be embarrassed or confused. He stares dead at his thick, muscular arms, unsure, before flickering up at you. You're still weaning and whimpering. It's more painful than it is anything else.

You shouldn't be using a tree, your poor girl, he's sure his arms would be a great help.

The shards warp and shake. He only hisses in rebuttal. Fuck. Hell no. This was so wrong on so-so-so many levels. You were intoxicating him, overriding his logical senses since the very beginning. Everything was leading towards him letting go into his urges.

You weren't even figuratively intoxicating him either. Your scent was a natural aphrodisiac, made to numb the minds of your mates. It's just that when you're 3 times smaller than this devil, it's more intense to fight against. That's not to say that your chemical processes are overriding the whims of fate either.

Fuck.

Not that he wanted to fuck you. It'a just the sight of you from afar got him riled. He just needed to let go.

You were laying on your left side, your face pressed against the wall as your right arm limply hugged your ribcage. Your right leg rested on your left, knees pulled up closer to your chest with your legs sticking to the left. Out of the way of your pussy. It was the perfect set up to comfortably, flash all of yourself to the strange tiny being.

Truth be told, you were sent to this random world after a buzzing, purple object lifted and glitched in front of you. Back home, you were a warrior, fighting for money in your dimension's verison of a grand colesium. Then, in one second, you were in a strange green and blue world with angry tiny people. Worse of all, your heat was rapidly approaching, and you were nowhere near one of your many mates. You'd call for them in the blue sky yet didn't get any answer. You'd try to courage the blue waters, but a little flying thing would stop you every time.

You were scared, frustrated, and angry. So damn tired every day, forced to protect what little land you had from those tiny beings, yet still forced to escape all at once. But here you were, watching a green little being step close. You remember it well by its strong odor alone.

It hurt you.

You were scared.

But now it's, touching you. Soft and slow into the back of your thigh. You hiss at first, but you hear the voice again, "Hey, hey... Sweet girl. You're okay... You're okay," he whispers. Although you can't understand this language. You can't help but note how soft he sounded, how affectionate, the way caressed you.

You whimper and trill again, your people's way of communicating stress. His warm, tiny claw continues in its monotomus motion. It's soothing. So you trill again, this one sounding more of a plea.

Ironfist places raises his other hand, standing on his tippy toes to make sure you can see it. Your eyes follow it as it dips into your blind spot, yout hips; then you feel the softest and quickest touch against your clitrous.

On your heat, every sensation feels heightened. You mewl and trill, your tail whipping excitedly.

The little creature wants to become a mate now? Why? Has it changed its mind? Ah, it was your body scent, wasn't it? You've somehow convinced your attacker to surrender.

As much as you wanted to dwell on his motive, you could feel your body ache painfully, causing you claws to bear into the stone. You trill out again, this time it's loud and annoyance, filled with a whiney-bratty pleas. Your tail raises and thwarts against the stone floor. You don't care less about what he wants. The quicker you can solve this rut, the more strength you'll have later to beat the little thing into a pulp.

Lin giggles, softly laying both hands on your giant clit. It was plump and meaty to the touch. Soft and reqarding, he wanted to squish it. It was aa if it were a large, doughy treat, it made him salivate.

The shards, on the other hand, buzzed and whipped, but he braved it. "No matter the dimension, women are similar... You're a bratty type, aren't you, she-devil," He's mostly talking to himself, regardless, he talks loud enough for you to hear. He softly squeezes the large bud in both hands, feeling you arch down into him. He dips his hand in your giant slick, and it globs together on his hands. He then layers it heavily on your clit, grabbing hold of it on side and massaging it in unison.

Deliciously, you release the moans he heard before, "Oouh... Aahhf, mmh..."

His eyes seem to lid in relaxation, breath no longer caught. He hushes, "Do you like this, huh, girl?" He smiles softly. "Fuck I'm losing my mind," he grunts. Without a second thought, he abruptly buries his face against the giant clit. His mouth wasn't big enough for all of it, so he slurped a portion in his hot mouth, still rhythmically massaging the rest together. He squished it, increasing the friction and the vigor by which his tongue prodded and flickered your huge bean.

He gets in close. Feeling your heat burn against him, he ruts against your labia, your juices soaking his chest and body fast. The feeling seemed to make his skin numb, his body drooping and relaxed, his swelling and pain seemed to dip away. As your moans spiked high, mixed with song-like trills, he knew you were cumming soon.

He muffled out with a mouth full of pussy, "C-Cumff Cummff. Cum."

You arched down into him and orgasmed, your very first since your heat started. God, the sensation was deathly, spiking through the tips of your toes and running up your spine. Relief fled your brain for the first time in a while, chemical fires sparking grievous serotonin and dopamine.

The stimulation of tiny hands massaging and rotating you in unison, with a strange, tinier tongue suckling and slurping up the rest, was an undesirable experience. It made your talons curl up as you rode your high.

Lin pulls out from you with a gasp for air, trying to wipe off as much of your juices from drowning and making his body sticky. He looks up and notices you're still a blood angry pink. Only a few shades lighter shade than before.

"Not enough, hm," he asks.

He watches as you raise your giant leg and carefully moves it over head. You drop it next to him; a wider part of him scared you were going to crush his 5"9 ass. But instead, you now laid on your back and head propped up against the wall to get a good view of him, with both your legs spreading with him in the middle.

Once again, the tiny little thing was just staring blankly at you.

You whined, the sound accompanied by a needy, sexy trill. As if you were complaining and ending it off with a sultry flare.

Charmed, Lin laughs, "Mmh, alright, hold on."

You watch as the weird green creature removes its yellow stripes from his arms, revealing a bruised and we'll together scarred peach colored arm. Was those stripes clothing apparel? He seems to replicate the same for the other arm. His fists buzzed green, your eyes hone in on it.

Lin's shards were burning in his body, a useless forewarn as he succumbed to his flesh. The pain was intense, but he had a theory. Iron fist stuck four fingers into you, and you mewl, feeling them each squirm and feel you about.

Feeling you was pure escasty. Your walls were squishy, hot, moist, and wet. The soft feeling of your delicate walls treading against his fingertips was like carressing expensive velvet. Best part of it all, knowing this was a vagina made him bust in his pants. "Oohh, haa- she-devil," he mitters under his breath.

That's not counting the smell of you and how, as he pulled his fingers out, he found his fingers were coated in mounds of white cum.

His theory proved right. Your numbing made him lose some sensation in his fingers. Would it be enough to stop the ache of the shards?

Regardless, you seemed to really enjoy it. This time, as he sinks his whole fist into your warmth, he watches your face. Or at least as much as he can from up your vulva, through your large round thighs to each side of him, up your lucious belly, next the delicious mounds of your breast, and then to your face.

You were a gorgeous alien.

Lin's hips buck against nothing.

Your jaw falls in surprise at the feeling of his tiny arm inside of you. The creature thrust his arm deeper, and you pulsate against him. You can feel your walls suck up his forearm, his arm was wider at the base due to his fat muscles.

Your heat was so strong from all the factors against you, as if pure bliss feel upon you. You were embarrassingly defenseless, spread open by a creature barely the size of your leg. Letting such a creature, also your stranger and adversary, crack you open like a clam made it all the more wrong. And all the more pleasurable.

Wanton moans drifted off you as Lin began to thrust his whole forearm in you, his tight muscles working to pump you hard, but slow enough for you to keep the steady pace. He can only hear your loud trills reflecting off the cave walls. He delighted drinking up the pretty sound.

"Yeah? Feel good, feel good," he can't help but ask you so many times. Afterall, he doesn't even know what you're saying, let alone feeling, he can't speak whatever it is you're cawing about, but above all. He wants to give you what you want.

It's through this that he slides in his other arm, resting them thumb against thumb, a form he usually uses his fists to punch with. You walls flutter and pulsate around the newest addition, clenching hard, restricting against his skin, sucking him in with your recoil. He can only gasp as you end up sucking his whole body flush against your vulva.

He pulls away.

Perverse tempatous flood his mind.

Lin shamelessly calls on his chi to burst into you, fucking his fists into your body as if he were vigorously rowing a boat. His large muscular arms give you variations in shape for your sensitive walls to stimulate itself on. Not to mention, with his thrusts, as he pulled out, his arms separated, stretching you impossibly wide before slamming in impossibly deep. You swore, if he just extended his fingers out, he'd be just tickling your cervix.

"Aahtt! Ooh! Mmh," you mewled and trilled, your knees jolting up, legs twitching and claws reaching for purchase in the stone to each side of you. You watch the sight of the little creature's black head dipping closer and further from you, matching his intense rhythm.

And though he's unable to go particularly fast, it's enough to draw you to your second orgasm.

He only notices when you scream, and a strong stream of fluids burst against his hands, forcing his fists out of you, your walls barely clinging on to his wrists to keep them inside.

He slips out, laying an affectionate kiss on your sloppy, slick labia. You're a soft violet pink now. He hums in satisfaction. "Wanna' see a trick, sweetheart," he asks.

In your eyes, you watch as the little creature suddenly cries out, a burst of a dangerous green aura overtaking him. You flinch in a mixture of fear and anticipation. He pulls one fist out of you, turning to the side a bit and taking a stance. Suddenly, he frantically slams the single arm deep into your walls, his fists bumping around at a different target each time. You cry out loud, your moans boarding wails. He's at a break-neck speed, a speed brisk enough to make you lose your breath, lose your eyes behind clouds, to find yourself uncontrollably dizzy.

Finally, his fists curves up against your bladder, dealing a hard thrust against it, and you squirt dewlets into the air because of it. They barely miss him, but he doesn't care in the midst of calamity.

"Found it," he grins. Pleasuring women was his pride and joy, especially one whose juices made him not be able to feel the shards burn within him.

It's a feeling he almost forgot.

Fuck, it made him ridiculously horny.

He's relentless and precise, eat blow a vigorous compilation of unbreakable, nimble, and sharp thrusts. A speed you're sure not even one of your partners could top. Your orgasm was forced upon you, squirting out and cumming all at the same time. He doesnt stay in you for long after it, pulling his fist out immediately. You watch the little creature duck out of your stream, hiding and crouching by your left inner thigh to avoid the flow.

"Holy hell," he cursed. Your piss was beginning to puddle by his feet.

Quickly deciding the best way to avoid it all was to jump up onto your shivering thigh. It's then he finally looks up at you, the normal color that you were described as, while you convulsed and twitched. He grins as your eyes roll back as you rode out your high. "Oh yeah," he mutters, grabbing himself through his soaked pants. Mostly soaked from your juices, but a lot of it also being from the amount he came himself.

When you come to, drowning in pants, you look at him. Watching the yellow striped, white eyed, green, peach-striped creature flash a smile. Something you weren't aware that they could also do. You reach with your claws and stroke his black hair, your touch gentle.

You trill gratefully.

"Its no big deal, no problem. Just saving the world, one day at a time," he rests his hands on your claw. "Listen, devil. I kinda need you to be nice for a while. My team is--" but before he could finish his sentence, you pick him up by his green apparel, sitting up as you move farther from the warm fire. He squeaks, but soon he's found you've relocated to a new wall on the cave. You were starting to sweat.

You lean back and spread your legs, dropping him down on his belly. He bounces on the softness, falling on his butt. "Whoa, there. Heads up would be nice," he mutters. You reach, cupping his back with your right hand, and tearing off his apparel with his left. The little creature yelps, and you pause only to make sure it wasn't actually his skin. No blood oozes from him, so you remove his pants as well and simply scratch off the little miniature piece he had beneath it.

You watch as a dick springs out from between the creatures leg. You compare it to your smallest claw. You were mistaken. It wasn't that small. Instead, he was roughly about the length of your middle claw and as thick as your thumb. Regardless, it too was red and twitching. Was he in heat as well, but the little creatures show it differently?

You nodded. You see. They're more private about it. They hide it behind colorful garments.

You smile, picking him up and dropping him back between your legs. You give him a guide and push him flat against your vulva before resting your arms back to your sides.

"Want me inside," he asks, looking up at you.

He should be caring about his super suit, but honestly, he was aching so much already so...

You trill playfully. So Ironfist takes it as a yes. He lines up against you, feeling your giant clit against his chest, it was so soft and bouncy, he swore he could eat it for days. Fuck, the thought made him twitch about your entrance. He needs to feel your heat, now.

Lin thrusts into you, and you hum in delight. Lin stares up at your face as he drags himself in and out, the height difference putting him in an awkward position, yet still he handles it, thrusting at a constant, simple pace. He soaks in the delectable feeling of your hot slick and hotter walls burning against his (by your definition) tiny cock. All eight inches of him merely in the shallow end of your warmth. Your gummy walls were sucking him in so deeply, the wettest of it making a thick sloppy sound, forcing juices to cover up his chest and ooze down his bare legs.

His hands grip chunks of your pubes, using it for purchase as he begins to speed up. Now that he's knows he's fully taken care of you, all in his brain that is left is "fuckfuckfuckfuckcum," as fast as he can. He's breathless by his speed, legs buckling, his tiredness finally catching up to his numbed-out body. His eyelids are falling against his eyes, his cheek sloppily resting in your bed of hair as he fucks himself. To you, it feels like a speedy finger. To him, this sensation, this experience will be completely irreplaceable for the rest of his life.

He's sputtering out as he explodes inside you, shooting out at least five ropes into your sweetness, sagging against you as if his soul is sucked out from his body.

He pants against your vulva and weakly raises his head, "Wuh-- We're finished, right?"

You pick him up again, dropping him on your sternum, and he lands on his feet again, leaning forward to hold your collarbone. His eyes flicker to your breasts, his dick standing right up. "Eeh... One last- tuh... One last round," Lin smiles lazily.

He hops onto your breast, wrapping his arms around it and giving it a squish. You trill and yelp in confusion, your head drooping in dazed surprise. What's gotten into the little man? He rubs his cheeks against your soft flesh, giggling like a school girl as he uses almost his whole body to fondle you. He finally dips down, sucking your giant nipple into his mouth.

You cry, holding the little creature's back so it won't fall. It licks and slurps your nipple until it's hard, even softly nibbling and drawing his teeth on the side of it. Aah, it wants to mate more. You didn't want any more stimulation. You wrap your hand around his wrist, pulling him back, but his suction keeps his lips to your nipple. He mumbles something, but you whine and trill, and regrettably, he releases your nipple with a pop.

"Not everyday you get to fondle some giant b--" but before he could finish his sentence, you place him on your face. His hands awkwardly grab secure chunks of your hair, feeling his hard on against the softness of your upper lips. He stares now at the wall and the top of your head, his feet dangling off your chin.

You draw out your tongue, the heat making him fire a shot of precum into your open mouth. He shakes and shivers. Part of it being from sex the other part from the primal fear of being eaten. It makes him melt and buck his hips into your open mouth. You wrap your giant lips around his dick, your hot tongue flying up and greeting his cock. He moans out in ecstasy, clenching his eyes tight to fight an early send off.

He's has to savor this for as long as he can.

Your large, hot muscle licks him, your mouth adding a soft suction. She knows he's tight and wants to be gentle. But for him, none of it is gentle or soft. Your suction is perfectly powerful, as if he were in a cock milking vat, his toes crunch up in bliss. His eyes roll to the back of his head. He's cumming, oh no he's cumming.

You swipe your tongue around him, swirling and twirling, back and forth and back and forth again. His grip on your hair grows deathly tight. "Mmuh... Whoaa... Aah... Uhhn," he's babbling nonsense, bucking and twitching, his cock pulsating as he holds back. But eventually, to no avail, sprays your pretty mouth with two thick, creamy ropes of cum; all before he blanks out once, and then twice.

He's running empty now, his balls no longer thick and bothered, but tranquil.

You grab him again, watching him lay limpy in your hold. You trill and giggle delightfully, leaning to caress his little face with your nose. Your trill not only welcomes him as your new mate (for life), but also sends him off to sleep, as you lay him on your chest.

Maybe these creatures weren't so bad afterall.

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A week had passed before anyone had seen any sight of Lin, and it was tearing Stark out from the inside. Peter tried his best to cheer him up, noting that his pal was capable and wouldn't die like this, let alone be subdued by the She-Devil. But still, it worried him. Doctor Strange ended up finding out that she was an inter-dimensional being from a parallel world to Earth. Unfortunately, this was learned the very next day after they lost Lin, and somehow, it made the lost feel worse.

Still, the team continued with the mission, trying to lead the devil out anyway that they could. For some reason, you didn't come out. Not even when they stepped on your terrain or sent loud blasts and sirens into the day sky. It was like she wasn't even there at all. As if you couldn't hear them at all.

As the sun began to set, Stark sat next to Black Widow and Dr Strange on the cargo ship, staring off at the island in the distance as the shared a nice cup of tea (more so coffee for stark). He drummed his fingers across the desk, nodding along to the conversation.

"The next action plan is to comb through that forest. Get the kid, find the devil. I dont care if we have to trap her, we need this case over with. Before she grows or worse," he pauses, staring at the black bitter substance in his cup.

"Worse, she does ze' unexpected," Widow suddenly stands, drawing out her scope.

Just then, Peter comes barreling down the board, pointing at the island. "Guys look, there's movement," he calls.

Black Widow nods, "I've got eyes on the devil," all rise abruptly at her statement. "She'll be at the shore in approximately five minutes."

Captain rushes in after Peter, catching the final glimpse of the conversation. "We'll need to hurry."

"Alright, team, board the boat. Strange, get that portal ready."

They board the sailboat, racing down to the shore. By the time they made it there, the she-devil was just stepping out of the trees.

"Alright widow, get a good shot. We need to do the same routine as last time, but Peter we'll need your webs in--"

"Look," Widow cries, abandoning her sniper to point at you.

Not only had you turned back to a normal color, but in your hands rested Iron Fist, who excitedly waved to the team. They all gasped, and you stepped closer.

"Lin!" Peter shouted, rushing off the boat, trudging through the water. The others followed in pursuit, gathering around as you lowered him into the sand.

But oddly, most of Lin's outfit was tattered. His chest was bare, and he held up his pants with his hands. And as they all got close to check him out, there was this strong, sultry, strench that was caked on him. As if he were soaked in it.

The smell was so acidic, so familiar to most of the team, but they couldn't quite--

Black Widow suddenly gasps, "You smell like f'acking kiska," she hisses, a flush over taking her face as she steps back.

Stark gasps, snapping his finger, his voice slightly distorted from his suit, "Ah, that's what the smell is!"

Captain turns to Peter, "What's 'kiska'?"

Peter whispers, "It's uh p-pussy in Russian."

Captain gasps in shock, slowly putting the pieces together as he stared at Lin. "The torn clothes, the disappearance for a week, t-the smell," he mutters.

Lin's face is a humiliating red. Most of his torn shirt used to pitifully cover what little of him that he could come from his team.

"Oh Godt', she did it with you? Why you," Widow eye's scale up the she devil's body.

"I don't wanna' think about Lin doing any of that," Peter quirks.

Strange scoffs, "Hello? Are we stupid? The most important part of this issue is that a human from our species, co-mingled--"

Lin stammers, "I w-wouldnt say comingle it's a weird word--"

"--With an inter-dimensional devil. That's the most important part," Dr Strange finishes.

"But she's so tall," Widow hums, covering her mouth as she stared only at you. "I mean, I v'would get if it v'ere Kaptain," she mumbles.

"M-Me?" He sputters.

"Cause, you're a big man. He's puny," she said.

Captain speaks, "Don't bring me into this!"

"Let's just- Please let's forget about it and send, (y/n) home," Lin drops his head in humilation. "A-And agree to never mention this to anyone."

"Agreed," the team cried unison.

Captain squeaks, "(Y/n)?"

The doctor opened up a portal for you, as electric sparks flung into a circle right beside you. You flinched away from it at first, but once you saw your dimension's lush lavender fields and soft sea green sky's, you lit up joyfully. A sweet trill brimmed you.

The creatures were just trying to send you home? Is that what they've wanted all this time? Your eyes quirked as you looked at them each, your tail swooshing in affection. You'll be sure to remember them well.

As for your mate, you squatted onto his level, taking your index claw and soft caressing under his chin, to the side of his face, then to ruffle his hair. "Ready to go home, sweetheart," he smiles, eyes lost in a dreary affection. Your week of endless fucking was a great bonding experience. He'd be lying if he didn't say he'd love to see you again after this.

Explore your planet. Learn more about you.

Speak your language.

You scoop him up in your hands one last time, he stands on your palms and bows his head, you do the same and brush your horn against his head; a custom Lin learned as an intimate gesture of connection. You placed him down, giving him one final look before stepping in, and the fire sparkled behind you.

Yet you didn't look away from him.

You had many mates, but none as exciting as him.

Lin stood in a daze for a moment before rushing off with everyone else to the sailboat.

"Lin, to the back, please. We don't want your smell blowing on us," Stark commands.

"Y-Yes sir," he sighs defeatedly.

Right as he sits, he watches Widow approach him. "V'ell," she crosses her arms as the boat starts.

Peter inches in close to the conversation.

Lin asks, "Well?"

"H'kow did you do it?"

Oh god.

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ambiguous-avery · 5 months ago

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Read for Me

Sam Winchester x fem!Reader/You | WC: 3408

Summary: Researching with Sam was always a treat. Unlike most hunters who did it simply as a means to an end, Sam always seemed to genuinely enjoy having a nose in the books. He was a kindred spirit in that way. Maybe that’s what made you fall for him. Turns out, he’s felt the same way about you. Who said researching couldn’t be fun?

Tags/Warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI, no use of Y/N, she/her pronouns, femme nicknames (baby, pretty girl), reader is AFAB, oral (f receiving), unprotected P in V sex (remember to be safe, friends), spanking, PWP (Plot? What plot?), no beta we die like men

A/N: I may be a Dean girlie through and through, but I’d have to be absolutely blind to not appreciate how damn good Sam looks. I’m a sucker for guys with longer hair. I’ve never written for Sam, and I don’t feel like I have as solid of a grasp on his character. But hey, we all gotta start somewhere yeah? I am apparently incapable of writing a short smut piece. Also in my head, Sam is a kinky fucker, and no I will not hear otherwise.

It had been far too long since you sat in the library of the bunker, nose-deep into a lore book. The last several months had seen you taking hunts all across the west coast with little to no reprieve in between jobs. Such was the life, though. There was always something else to hunt. Always someone else to save. Always some threat that needed to be put down. It was a hectic way to live, but you couldn’t deny that it was fulfilling. You helped people. And that would always make it worth it.

But that only made the quiet moments that much more precious.

The Winchester’s bunker was hardly home, but any hunter worth their salt would be hard pressed to find a library of this caliber. You may have been a decent hunter in the field, but texts and manuscripts were where you really shone. Sam and Dean had answered your call for help on hunts before, and you had done the same on occasion. There had always been a hint of something between you and Sam from the beginning, but neither of you acted on it. The life of a hunter wasn’t one that afforded either of you the luxury of getting attached to any one person. So the two of you simply existed in the orbit of the other, occasionally passing close but never touching. Never breaking that physical barrier.

But the both of you could appreciate being around the other without the need to directly interact. Which is why you were sat across the table from Sam in the bunker library, each of you engrossed in your own book. You peeked over the top of the pages, sneaking a glimpse of him in his zone. He had no right looking as handsome as he was. The way his brow furrowed slightly in concentration. The way his lips moved silently as he read. It was all too captivating. You quickly averted your eyes back to your own book, cheeks flushing with a warmth that had nothing to do with the bunker's heating system.

A creak of the chair across from you broke through your focus, and you looked up to see Sam closing his book. His hazel eyes met yours, and there was a flicker of something unnamable that passed between you. Without a word, he stood up and walked over to the bookshelves, running his fingers over the spines of the ancient tomes as he searched for a specific volume. You watched him move with a quiet grace, admiring the way his muscles shifted beneath his flannel shirt. Sam finally pulled out a thick, leather-bound book and made his way back to the table, sitting across from you again. You went back to focusing on your book.

Sam glanced up from the tome in front of him, catching a peek of you engrossed in the text. A soft smile played on his lips as he let himself admire from afar. No one read like you did. The way your eyebrows rose and fell when you read something new. There was always a glint in your eye when you stumbled upon a particularly interesting passage, and Sam couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through his chest. When you turned the page and chewed on your lip, Sam made the executive decision that he was done with the unspoken connection.

He cleared his throat, his breath briefly catching when you looked up at him through your lashes.

“Can I be honest with you for a moment?” he asked slowly, steeling his nerves. You set your book down, your heart racing at the vulnerability in Sam’s gaze. His question lingered in the air, heavy with unvoiced feelings that danced between you.

“Of course,” you nodded, urging him to continue. There was a flicker of uncertainty in his expression before he took a deep breath.

“I… I know that we’ve kept each other at arm’s length. For good reason,” he started, his eyes never leaving yours. “But every time we’re in the same room, it’s like there’s something unspoken between us. Am I reading that right, or am I completely off?”

You took a steadying breath, tension crackling between the two of you. You simultaneously wanted to thank whatever god might have been watching over you and punch them for encouraging Sam to drag the truth out into the open. You had been content letting whatever there was between you and Sam just sit in the dark, never touching on what it could be. But here it was. Brought into the light at last, waiting to be explored. You swallowed.

“You’re not completely off,” you admitted softly, feeling a rush of both fear and exhilaration at finally acknowledging the undercurrent of something more than had been threatening to pull you under. “There’s always been something, hasn’t there?”

Sam let out a long, slow exhale, relief evident in his eyes as he nodded in agreement.

“Yeah,” he breathed, his voice just barely above a whisper as if the moment would shatter to pieces if he spoke too loud. “I’ve tried to ignore it. Thought it would just fizzle out over time. But it didn’t. And it’s not just me, is it?” he continued, standing from his seat and moving around the table to your side. He reached out tentatively, his fingers grazing yours on the table. “I don’t want to ignore it anymore,” Sam confessed. You intertwined your fingers with his, a rush of raw desire and emotion breaking free from behind the dam you had built up.

“I don’t want to ignore it either.” You looked up at him.

Sam dipped down and pressed his lips against yours in a long-overdue kiss. It was soft and gentle, a tender exploration of something that was simultaneously both familiar and foreign. But as you both grew bolder, the kiss deepened with a fervor that threatened to overtake you all at once. Sam’s free hand came up to cup your cheek, and his tongue swiped at your lower lip. You responded eagerly, parting your lips as his tongue slid against yours. The library melted around you, only leaving the sensation of Sam’s warm touch and the taste of desire on your lips.

When you broke apart, both of you were breathless and flushed with a newfound desire that coursed through your veins. Sam rested his forehead against yours, his eyes searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all he found instead was a mirrored reflection of the same yearning that burned within him.

“I’ve wanted to do that for longer than I care to admit,” he confessed. You smiled softly, reaching up to brush a lock of hair away from his face.

“Me too,” you replied, abandoning the book in your hand entirely and twisting in your chair to face him better. You pressed another soft kiss to his lips. “Don’t suppose there’s anything else you’ve wanted to do for a long while, hm?”

The playfulness in Sam’s eyes winked out and was replaced by a smoldering intensity that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. He kissed you again, this time with a hunger that hadn’t been there before. His hand left yours and instead, he tangled his fingers through your hair, carding them through the strands.

“There might have been one or two other things...” he mumbled against your lips. He straightened up, pulling you out of your chair with him. “Up on the table.”

“Wait, here?” You spoke in a hushed tone, even though you knew that you were the only two in the bunker. Dean had left who knew how long ago, grumbling something about the ‘nerd convention’ being in town. You hadn’t caught the full extent of the conversation, mainly because Sam and his brother could converse with glances alone, and you had given up trying to figure it out forever ago.

“Yeah, here,” Sam confirmed, his voice low and husky with desire. The thrill of it all coursed through you, charging the atmosphere between you further. You didn’t hesitate as he helped you up onto the sturdy wooden table, unceremoniously pushing books and papers aside to make room for you.

Sam stepped between your legs, his hands coming to rest on your waist as his lips found yours once more. It was fervent and needy and full of the promise of more. Your hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles tense beneath his shirt. His lips seared yours, branding you with the heat of his passion and desire. Your lips parted with a quiet moan as his lips trailed down your jawline, leaving a hot trail of kisses along your neck. Your head fell back in a silent invitation, willing to give him access to every inch of your skin. He took it, backing off just long enough to yank your shirt up and unclasping your bra with practiced ease. Although, he couldn’t even be bothered to fully remove anything, just shoving your shirt and bra out of the way as he sucked and nipped at a spot just beneath your collarbone.

And his hands – God his hands. One kept a hold on your shirt and bra, keeping them out of his way as he teased a nipple between his teeth. The other ran up your back, grabbed a handful of the hair just above the nape of your neck, and pulled, still bracing his arm against you to serve as counterpressure. You arched into his touch, your hips pressing against him in a silent pleas for more of his attention. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of you as though he was making up for lost time and memorizing your shape with his fingers alone. Each kiss was slow and deliberate as he took you apart piece by piece. His fingers trailed their way down your sides, grazing your hips and sending a shiver through you. When he finally moved to trail kisses back to your lips, you met him halfway, pulling him closer until you felt the length of him press against your center.

“Fuck, I want you,” you breathed against his ear, voice breathless with need. Sam paused, lifting his head so he could meet your gaze.

“I want you too,” he echoed back to you. “But I don’t know that I want to make it that easy for you.” Your breath hitched at his words, heart pounding in your chest as need swept through you, pooling at your core. The thought that Sam could very well leave you like this, wanting and waiting and so fucking turned on was simultaneously terrifying and thrilling. The playful smirk that crept onto his face told you everything you needed to know; he wouldn’t leave you like this, but he was certainly going to drag it out.

He tugged at the button of your jeans, and there was no elegance in the way he helped you shimmy out of them and your panties. The surface of the library table was cool against your skin, and just when you thought that Sam couldn’t possibly be any sexier than he already way, he sank to his knees. Watching a man as physically imposing as him drop to his knees before you was a sight that needed to be imprinted on the back of your eyelids so you could see it again and again and again. His hands were steady on your hips as he tugged you to the edge of the table, his eyes only leaving yours when he pressed a kiss to your knee. The heat of his breath ghosted across your skin as he kissed and licked his way up the inside of one thigh. Then, avoiding the spot where you wanted him most, he sucked a bruise on your other thigh, trailing kisses back down until he was at your other knee. You reached down, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and urging him on.

“Beg when you’ve had enough,” was your only warning before his mouth was on you, tongue stroking along your folds and fingers digging into your thighs to hold you at his mercy. You whimpered and whined and moaned. Every gasp and sigh and plea only fueled him more, and when he sank two fingers into your wet heat, your back arched and you cried out his name. You bucked against him, desperate for more – desperate for him. You felt him smile against you, before he swirled his tongue around your clit and twisted his fingers in you to curl them up towards your belly. You clawed at him, torn between pulling him closer for more of that delicious friction or pushing him away to escape the overwhelming sensations.

“Sam,” you groaned, legs tensing on either side of his shoulders.

“Hmm?” he hummed against you, the vibrations adding to the tension that coiled inside you.

“Please.” You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled because you were pretty sure that the only words in your vocabulary were ‘Sam’ and ‘please’ anymore. He took pity on you and sucked your clit between his lips, laving it with attention while he pulsed his fingers against that sensitive spot inside you.

“That’s it, come for me, pretty girl.” You shattered beneath his touch, your orgasm crashing over you. Your legs shook, and the hand you have placed behind you to brace yourself just about buckled as Sam continued his assault, drawing out your climax and setting every nerve alight.

Sam didn’t relent. You whimpered and patted his head with urgency as things moved into ‘too much.’ He soothed you with his tongue, his movements becoming gentler as you came down from your high. He stood, his lips meeting yours in a hurried kiss, and you tasted yourself on his tongue. You moaned into him, and he ground his hips against you, his cock hard and demanding.

“Sam, please,” you begged. “Please fuck me already.”

“Don’t worry. I’m far from done with you, pretty girl.”

He urged you forward, coaxing you off the table and onto unsteady legs. Mercifully, he helped steady you before prompting you to turn around. He pressed a hand between your shoulder blades and gently nudged you forward until your front was pressed flat against the table. There was the vague clinking sound of his belt and zipper before Sam was crowding you. The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, teasing you with the promise of relief. He kept his hand on your back and steadied your hip with the other as he pressed forward, filling you with the entire length of him.

“Fuck…” you breathed, arms braced on the table in front of you and arching into him. His thrusts were slow and measured at first, giving you time to adjust. Then, he sank fully into you, leaning over you to grab for one of the books that had been scattered across the table. He was so goddamn tall that he reached over you effortlessly.

“I’m gonna make you work for it, pretty girl,” he said, the tone in his voice unlike anything you had heard from Sam before. You barely had a moment to try and figure out what he meant by those words as he cracked open a book and propping it up in front of you. “Read for me, baby. Out loud. Any time you make a mistake, I’m gonna punish you for it.”

You might have laughed if the moment were different. Reading was as easy as breathing for you, and if he thought that this was a challenge, then he didn’t know you as well as you thought. You took a deep breath and read over the first line on the page. And then he moved, and all the wind was knocked out of your sails. On the initial thrust, you managed to keep your composure, but somewhere between three and four, you stumbled over the Latin name for some creature you couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to. His hand met your ass, and you yelped, jolting forward. The hard edge of the table dug into your hips, a stark reminder that Sam had you entirely at his mercy. Trapped between the solid form of him and the cool surface of the library table. And you realized that the Sam behind you was an entirely different side of him you had never experienced before.

Sam chuckled – fucking chuckled – as he soothed his hand over the placed where he had just spanked you.

“Keep going, pretty girl,” he said, amusement in his voice. You could hear him smiling as he spoke. If you didn’t enjoy this, he might have sounded cruel. Thank god you were into this as much as he was. You took another deep breath, doing your best to ignore the stinging. “Don’t worry, we can go slow.” And he kept to his word. The languid way he moved his hips gave off the impression that he could do this for hours if he had the time. You continued reading, faltering again when his hand slid from your ass to your clit. He made a ‘tsk’ing sound before spanking you again, striking the same spot he had before. You squealed under him, excitement coursing through your veins, and he picked up his pace, every thrust making it just a little harder to get through the next sentence.

Your words stumbled and faltered as his movements grew more urgent. Sure enough, when your voice caught on the phrase ‘Ad libitum’ because of course it would on a phrase like that, his hand connected with your skin again. You gasped, pushing yourself up onto your toes in an attempt to meet his thrusts. The pleasure and pain mingled together in a heady mix that would no doubt fry your circuits if you lingered for too long. You whimpered as the cycle continued. You read as best as you could, but your mistakes grew closer and closer as Sam’s thrusts grew harder and faster. It was like being on a tightrope between desire and frustration helpless under his dominance. But you couldn’t think of anywhere else you would rather be. Occasionally, his hand would leave your clit to spank your ass again, both a punishment and incentive to do better next time. Every smack echoed loudly in the room, adding another layer to the symphony of sounds.

He slid out of you, just long enough to hoist you up and sit you back on the edge of the table, the book completely forgotten as he sank back into you. Sam’s breathing became more labored, his movements more urgent as he drove into you deeper and harder. You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, realizing that he had been so desperate to have you that he hadn’t wasted extra time stripping. Your name tumbled from his lips in a low growl, and you wrapped your legs around his hips, meeting his thrust for thrust, desperately needing to feel him closer. Your orgasm was building again, and when his lips found their way to your neck, he bit and sucked a love bruise there. You came shuddering around his cock, and your name left his lips once more in a hoarse cry as he buried himself deep inside you, finding his own release moments after.

The library was quiet again, filled only with the sounds of yours and Sam’s ragged breaths. As you lifted your gaze to meet his, your breaths mingled in the stillness, and you could feel the connection between you settle into something more comfortable. More steadfast. Like the roots of an old tree. He leaned in to kiss you savoring the moment with a gentle intensity before slipping out of you.

“You are something else, you know that?” he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. And just like that, the Sam you had come to cherish reemerged – the sweet and caring gentle giant. His hand cupped your cheek tenderly, and he kissed you once more, a soft and chaste touch that spoke volumes. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” he suggested with a warm smile. “I think we’ve spent enough time among the books for now.” And his words were a gentle breeze, guiding you back to reality. The life of a hunter might have been unpredictable and fraught with danger, but, really, it wasn’t something you couldn’t handle together.

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valentine-cafe · 3 months ago

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May I have a caramel cheesecake please?

I want to see more of rich bottom male reader and Alessio. Reader betraying his family to be with a man who will love him for who he is

˖⁺. “ run away with me ! ” :

﹙ illusionist outlaw x richboy reader. ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . verse 9819 alessio x male reader !! 🍓 :��﹙ outlaw ˖ illusionist ˖ inhuman character ﹚

as a high member of society, no one expected you to throw it all away. but you do, for the devilishly charming outlaw who slaughters your people.

﹙ cws ﹚: murder | wc : 0.7k

﹙ receipts ﹚: alessio 9819 our beloved . . .

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Time spent at ace were ones spent with happiness and ease, even if the job itself was not always fun. You found family in the so called street thugs, and a lover in the inafmous ace of spades who had initially planned to kill you as he did to your family. Yet here you were, helping out the poor wherever you could.

You've never felt more alive than you have now. Helping those in need, desperate need. That the higherups of the city have long failed, over and over again. The same higherups and city council members that make mockery of the helpless. They abuse their power to put them to dirty, dangerous work. Only to hand them a few coins after hours of harsh conditions weighing heavy on their backs.

Alessio's soul matched yours, bittered, and angered by the display of corrupt power and play.

But now that he had you? The ace of spades had an even bigger advantage than before. The power you had and the money you had managed to get your hands back on after the deaths of your family. Taken under the name of one of your father's colleagues that was initially supposed to have the money, should the family go into ruin.

Too bad for the poor fucker you were quick and had wit that the average richman didn't. You found you were quite good at stealth, and with the training your boyfriend had given you with knives? The assassination went more than well.

The organisation could now get the proper materials and tools they needed to play out their plans further. And you, yourself, invested in a place where homeless could come and stay, for as long as they needed. Children, adults, elderly. Those who needed a place to stay.

In turn, young adults that exceeded in skill in combat, spying, tactics or stealth would be offered a position in the organisation, with the promise of their families and friends being taken care of as long as they helped in the cause.

Alessio adored when you were teaching the younger residents of the home. Emerald hues stuck to you from afar fondly as children and teenagers all laughed at your jokes. He loves that you aren't afraid to tell them who you were and who you are now.

What it was like when you were where you were, and why you'd rather this than that. Why you do this now. It gives them hope. That not all of those in the upper districts of the city are all pompous assholes that step on the poor.

You cuss out the ward like it is your birthright. His continuous promises of safety for the people fill the common people's heads with deceit and make them believe the poor and them have the same protection as the noblepeople of the city.

Alessio is no different, and nights have gone on in rants about it. He and you have planned on multiple occassions how to take out the fucker, but the two detectives that haunt you and your boyfriend are a barricade in your way to do so.

Alessio teaches you everything he has known throughout his life and carreer as the ace of spades. He teaches you the masters of persuasion and ways to disappear quickly from the eyes that hawk the city.

Naturally with all of these sessions together, you discover that he has family outside of work. That he had a father, who previously ran ace, and a mother who raised him to have the good heart he has. Somewhere, he has a brother, living a normal life with his husband.

He even took you to meet his brother. Lorenzo was not at all how you'd expected him to be, but you suppose Alessio meant it when he told you that his baby brother just wanted to live a normal life. It gave you some insight on how, even in this kind of life, some still find peace despite the turmoil. And that sparks hope inside of you.

One day when you and Alessio have overthrown the politicians of the city, and when you do. You want to live like this with him. Perhaps with a few exceptions. You do enjoy this kind of life with him too.

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THEORY: KAEYA IS HALF-SEELIE

Back by unpopular demand: Seelie Kaeya theory.

I have already talked about this before, many, many times, but I wanted to gather all my jumbled thoughts from the past few months into one proper post along with some new revelations that further support the theory.

I just want to clarify first that I don't like abandoning the narrative in favor of a theory. I wouldn't be constantly trying to push for this if I wasn't at least 80% sure.

Kaeya is my favorite character in the whole game, but I am well aware of the limitations being put on his character…

…Unless 5-star Kaeya comes through for us, that is.

*UPDATE: added a section on Arlecchino 🥳 (4.6)

**added more info about Nicole (4.7)

***we now have verbal confirmation Seelie are angels! (5.1)

****huge possibility Khaenri'ahns are descended from the Voyager (5.5)

Apologies for the long read but I had to make it as thorough as possible, you understand.

INDEX

1. Seelie = Angels 2. Connections to Seelie and the Jinn 3. Midsummer Night's Dream 4. Nicole Reeyn 5. Arlecchino 6. Visual Similarities and Characteristics 7. Perinheri

THE VOYAGER AND THE FIRST ANGEL

Important update! Please read this first. The artifact set Finale of the Deep Galleries that came out in 5.5 has given us new information about the Voyager from afar and the First Angel. I urge you to read the entire lore of the set since I will only write down what's relevant to the theory.

Before the Moon Sisters fell, a Voyager from afar who had befriended Nibelung, visited Teyvat by casting their mind into the body of a youth. At this point in time, the Heavenly Principles had conquered Teyvat and defeated Nibelung, which prompted the Voyager to venture deep underground to meet with the First Angel.

The two fell in love and vowed to create a place where gods and humans could co-exist. To facilitate this, the Angel passed on forbidden knowledge about the secrets of creation. This obviously wasn't received well by the Powers That Be and the Angels were cursed to lose their form and intelligence if they ever gave the love that was meant for all to one person.

The artifact set does not say what happened to the Voyager, though according to legend, they were stripped of their memories, too.

The interesting part here is that the Voyager, in the body of the youth, has star-like pupils, which implies they're connected to Khaenri'ah:

Until the first angel met an unnamed youth beneath the silver tree in the far north, And in those star-like pupils, saw a reflection of herself she had never yet known.

It's unclear if the youth was a pre-existing person or a body shaped by the Voyager. It's also unclear if the star-shaped pupils were the result of the Voyager possessing the youth. However, there is a precedent for this when Xbalanque possessed a boy in Mavuika's SQ; changing his pupils to the trademark suns of the Pyro Archon.

What does this mean for Khaenri'ah?

Well. Either the Voyager is the sole origin of Khaenri'ah's bloodline or the Voyager and the First Angel had offspring who inherited the star-shaped pupils. According to the artifact set, a girl, who is likely Skirk, was sent to look for traces of the Voyager by her master Surtalogi. Surtalogi, of course, is one of the Five Sinners of Khaenri'ah.

Keep this in the back of your mind as you read the rest of the post.

SEELIE = ANGELS

Yohualtecuhtin, Lord of the Night: The people of Natlan worship me, and call me their "lord"... In the ancient past, before we died out, we were also known by a different name... "Angels." Yohualtecuhtin, Lord of the Night: But, adventurers like you are probably more familiar with our devolved form... Seelies. Traveler: So, Seelies are angels...

Note: 5.1's Archon Quest has finally verbally confirmed Seelie are angels but I will leave my old reasoning here to show you that it has always been foreshadowed.

Seelie are equated to angels in the game. The floating eyeball versions are even modeled after a type of sea slug called Sea Angels. In case you need more evidence than that:

Nabu Malikata is a Seelie survivor. Her last name Malikata can be derived from malayikata ملائكة which means angels/messengers in Arabic.

The Jinn were created from Nabu Malikata's blood, they are referred to as the "descendants of Seelie" in the world quest "The Falcon's Hunt".

Seelie were heavenly envoys who would deliver messages from Celestia to humans. Nabu Malikata even refers to them as the "fallen envoys of heaven", after they were cast down.

So, if you ever happen to spot the phrase "heavenly/divine envoys", they are actually referring to the Seelie.

As for what they may have looked like, the Mural Room in Dragonspine features a depiction of an envoy with wings and what looks like horns or a crown on its head. Translated from Latin, the text next to it is as follows:

Fidelis angeli iuvant The angels help the faithful

Seelie are guides who reward humans with treasure after they lead them back to their Seelie courts. Simply put, they are returning a favor. Who else do we know of who is obsessed with favors?

ANGELS GEORG

The Seelie Kaeya has a bunch of notable connections to angels, the more you start to look for them the more you notice.

According to Kaeya's character story A List, he owns a book called The Adventures of Angelos, in which he keeps a list of names. Angelos, of course, means angel.

Between the pages of "The Adventures of Angelos," you find a list of names written on a sheet of official Knights of Favonius letterhead paper.

Kaeya's favorite haunt is Angel's Share. The logo for Angel's Share is two angels drinking from a wine glass. Angel's Share was established by Dawn Winery, where Kaeya was left at for unknown reasons. According to Diluc's character story, Crepus told him the following:

"The world would never turn its back on the faithful."

This is reminiscent of the mural in Dragonspine: "The angels help the faithful."

Furthermore, the teacups used to represent the mage Nicole can be found in Dawn Winery. Nicole is known as the "guide who never gets lost" and there is one teacup missing in the trailer. We'll get back to that piece of porcelain later.

It's possible that Dawn Winery had some dealings with the Seelie or that it was established by them. Remember Crepus owned a Delusion which means he must have had ties to the Fatui. We know of one character who is both Seelie and Fatui: Columbina.

Columbina is most likely a Seelie since the decorations in her hair match perfectly with the decoration on the Seelie courts. The character of Columbina is also known as a fairy-like dancer; fairies is what the Seelie are in popular culture… (More on that later.)

In the third volume of the book Drunkard's Tale, a lone wolf meets a Seelie survivor who is singing in an unfamiliar language. This Seelie is speculated to be Columbina. The Seelie is adressed as Maiden with the same characters in Chinese as Columbina's other title Damselette.

少女 = Damselette / Maiden

Curiously enough, this particular volume of the book can be found in Dawn Winery.

Kaeya's favorite drink is Death After Noon. This is based on the real drink "Death in the Afternoon", which famously contains absinthe. In the Book of Revelation, Apsinthion, or Wormwood, is the name of an angel or star who fell to earth.

The Abyss Mages chant in Enochian which is the language of the angels. They use this language when they regenerate their shields and to control the Hilichurls. The Abyss Order mostly consists of former Khaenri'ahns.

When Kaeya spots the Abyss Mage back in the Temple of the Wolf, it speaks to him in Enochian. They even added a subtitle to highlight its importance.

Kaeya: There's no way hilichurls organized an ambush like this themselves — not with their limited mental capacity… (A Hydro Abyss Mage reveals itself) Kaeya: Thus YOU were behind this. Hydro Abyss Mage: Gohus, Chiso Vonph.

Kaeya claims he's blessed with certain linguistic powers when Paimon asks him how he gathered information about the Abyss Twin.

Paimon: What exactly did you have to do to find this out!? Kaeya: Heh… Let's just say I'm blessed with certain linguistic powers.

In the manga, it was implied Kaeya was able to read an unfamiliar script that not even Lisa, the Akademiya's best student in two hundred years, could understand.

We don't know where Kaeya lived beforehand but he might have lived in the Dark Sea. The Dark Sea is not a literal sea but any place outside of the rule of the Seven. Think Enkanomiya and possibly Khaenri'ah.

Kaeya: But, as you can see, this is but a deserted land. Based on previous experience, I decided that it would be best to wait for contact.

In the Midsummer Island event, Kaeya says he's been stranded on an island before, and in typical Kaeya fashion does not elaborate. (This might be connected to the Nameless Island, which Kaeya visited on his birthday.) Venti alludes Kaeya might have come from the Dark Sea, by the poem he gives him:

Venti: "Majestic waves cresting, surf roaring its tale, none but the ocean to hear as I sing." Venti: "The stars in my eyes as I chart toward the horizon, that into one day, from the endless dome of night I shall spring."

Palaces of the Seelie can be found in one particular ruin of the Dark Sea: Drunkard's Tale, where the Seelie maiden was situated. (AKA Columbina)

This wasteland is said to be a land beyond the dominion of the deities, inhabited only by the grotesque ghostly remains of fallen gods, where the former palaces of the Seelie now stand empty.

In the Veluriyam Mirage event, Kaeya starred in a play written by Zosimos. According to Idyia, Zosimos based the play on a rumor he heard about a thief and a mage, meaning there might be some truth to it. He then combined the story with Idyia's backstory.

Kaeya's character, the unnamed dagger bandit, follows a shooting star, which turns out to be a woman. The dagger bandit is most likely meant to be Pirate Grandpa or someone closely related to Kaeya, since he hailed from a dark realm and his vision is modified to look like an 8-pointed star (as per Zosimos's design). The dark realm could very well be Khaenri'ah.

As it turns out, Zosimos's namesake Zosimos the alchemist, claimed fallen angels were the ones who taught humans the art of metallurgy.

The ancient and divine writings say that the angels became enamoured of women; and, descending, taught them all the works of nature. From them, therefore, is the first tradition, chema, concerning these arts; for they called this book chema and hence the science of chemistry takes its name.

…Yeah, I don't think it's a coincidence the play Kaeya starred in was written by this specific guy 😮‍💨.

Maybe we're meant to equate the fallen star with a fallen angel. Whoever this fallen star and dagger bandit are, is unknown, but I think we can safely assume it has something to do with Kaeya's family and/or Khaenri'ah's deeper lore.

Kaeya's constellation is a peacock. Peacock feathers have countless eyes just like how angels are popularly depicted. In Renaissance art, angels are even portrayed with peacock wings.

The description of Kaeya's friendship namecard in CN implies he has many Augen. 👁

孔雀漂亮尾羽上的花纹很像是永不闭上的眼睛。所以凯亚并非少了一只眼睛、而是··· The patterns on the beautiful tail feathers of a peacock resemble eyes that never close. So Kaeya isn’t missing an eye, but…

And then it just trails off. I think it’s meant to say: "Kaeya isn’t missing an eye, rather he has many of them."

Perhaps they were being literal.

The Jinn In his hangout, Kaeya gifts the Traveler a lamp said to have housed a powerful Jinni. As said before Jinn are descendants of the Seelie.

The people turned against each other, and the Jinn scattered across the lands… Broken souls became fuel to a titanic machine, and the mindless descendants of the Seelie were degraded into slaves of infinite power…

In comparison to other companion gifts, who are connected to their item in some way, Kaeya's gift stands out as an outlier… unless it is a surprise tool that can help us understand him later.

He is also familiar with the tale of the in-game book Shepard and the Magic Bottle, although he changes the ending of the story as he recounts it to Klee. This book is about a Jinni who gets freed from a bottle...

From his hangout, we learn Kaeya owns a lucky coin that can allegedly do anything he wishes from it. He then goes on to say there's a pre-existing arrangement between them. Perhaps this coin has a Jinni fragment inside of it similar to Benben, Jeht's companion.

That would be the simple explanation… but nothing is ever simple with Kaeya.

MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM

Now onto the most damning piece of evidence. Kaeya himself is based on the changeling baby from Midsummer Night's Dream. Oberon is the Fairy King, whose name is the French derivative of Alberich.

This checks out as Oberon was also an important figure from the Merovingian Dynasty that included names such as Chlothar and Caribert.

Titania is the Fairy Queen, who adopted her scion's baby after she died in childbirth. This baby was the son of an Indian king, in other words, an Indian prince.

In today's popular culture, Titania is the Queen of the Summer Court, also known as the Seelie Court.

Most literature, folklore, and pop-culture interpretations of faerie depict Titania as the actual leader of the Seelie Fey, she often rules the Summer Court.

Princess Fischl is also connected to this play, as she had created a Sommernachtgarten, or Summer Night Garden, that now lies in ruins in the domain Midsummer Courtyard.

Suddenly Kaeya and Fischl being featured in the Midsummer Island events start to make sense. I wouldn't be surprised if Fischl showed up again in this year's summer event.

How Kaeya and Princess Fischl are connected is still unclear but the possibility of them being related keeps growing. Whatever the case, the Indian prince's (adoptive) mom being a Seelie Queen is pretty straightforward.

"But isn't he adopted? That means he isn't a Seelie!" Yes, but remember Oberon, Titania's husband, is Alberich who Kaeya IS related to.

It's hard to tell what direction they're going in, but I have no doubt Kaeya is half-something, because the other character he is based on is Hagen, who is always half-Human, with the other part being either dwarf or elf.

With all the angel/Seelie/Jinn connections, I think we can guess what Kaeya's other half is.

Before I forget: Oberon and Titania fought over the child; Oberon wanted the boy to become a knight, his henchman, but Titania refused as she felt obligated to raise him in his mother's stead. Unfortunately, Oberon succeeded in getting Titania to hand over the child, as he had trapped her in a dream-like state...

Another fun thing I discovered is that the title of the trailer Winter Night's Lazzo is a reference to Midsummer Night's Dream as well.

An explanation for this could be that aside from the aforementioned Seelie, there exist a darker counterpart, the Unseelie, which has its roots in Scottish folklore.

The most common courts from traditional legends are the Seelie or Summer Court, and the Unseelie or Winter Court.

In popular culture, the Unseelie Court is the Winter Court ruled by the Queen of Air and Darkness: the sister of Titania. This Winter Queen seems to be unnamed but I've found some call her Mab, another reference to one of Shakespeare's plays.

Did you know they probably named Snezhnaya after the fairy tale of the Snow Queen, which is Snezhnaya Koroleva in Russian? Snow Queen, Winter Queen, Tsaritsa... The shoe fits 🤷🏽‍♀️

In Genshin, there is no mention of any Unseelie yet, but if the Seelie are like angels, then the Unseelie might be the equivalent of fallen angels or demons. Well, we shall see how that plays out.

Back to Titania, she was a fairy who adopted her friend's son after she passed away. Is there is a character who could fulfill this role for Kaeya, acting as some kind of guardian angel?

NICOLE REEYN

Nicole is a witch of the Hexenzirkel, known as Mage "N". She is a powerful prophet capable of divining the fate of the world.

She is also a teacup.

Alice says Nicole is the guide who never gets lost and that she is obsessed with guiding people. That's literally Seelie 101!

Alice: The "guide who will never get lost" is N, otherwise known as Nicole. You may have not encountered her yet, but she is a truly extraordinary woman who has made this world's direction and order her subject of study. Alice: Some of you may be fortunate enough to have already heard her voice. Like a prophetess, she will only speak to guide people toward the truth when a change has occurred in the world. Alice: She has a tendency to… suddenly speak in someone's mind without any warning.

New dialogue from Wolfy, the stuffed toy from Imaginarium Theater, pretty much confirms Nicole is a Seelie. He talks about a "Boar" Tribe, where the "boars" did bad things and were punished by their Master.

Wolfy: The master took out a rusted set of scales, and told the boars to stack their own things on both sides. If the scales tipped to one side, they could leave.

The boars who gave up their heads turned into animals like wolves, snakes and lizards and the boars who gave up their muscle became rabbits, instinctively guiding people to treasure. Guiding people to treasure is the number one job of the Seelie husks.

Loading Screen Now you see them; now you don't. Once a mighty race that lived to guide mankind, now the most Seelie offer is a little treasure to willing followers.

However, there was one boar who placed their head and muscle evenly on both sides of the scale, which caused it to break in the middle. This "boar" is Nicole.

Wolfy: And so she became a mute person — for she had placed her voice upon the scales as well. Wolfy: She is also a friend of Madame Mage, and I hear she likes to speak in people's heads!

The witch pictured on this slide from the Hexenzirkel teaser is most likely Nicole since it immediately cuts to her teacups.

She is blowing away wind similar to depictions of wind deities. The accompanying subtitle even is "sometimes, we all need to vent our troubles to the wind". This could mean Nicole is some kind of air spirit…or a Seelie, who were once "faster than a storm" according to the Aranara.

Furthermore, Nicole losing her voice, or perhaps giving it up, is reminiscent of the fairy tale The Little Mermaid, written by Hans Christian Anderson, Anderdottir's inspiration. In the book, the mermaid sacrifices her voice to become human. However she fails to uphold the condition and dies, which turns her into an air spirit.

Perhaps she's a Seelie, or a descendant of the Seelie, similar to the Jinn. In the Danish opera Holger Danske, Titania is the Queen of the Sylphs, who are air spirits. We don't have Sylphs mentioned verbatim in the game yet, aside from Venti being an air spirit.

Kaeya conveniently has several references to the wind.

He is dubbed the Frostwind Swordsman, his outfit is called Icy Featherflight, his OTHER outfit is Sailwind Shadow, his sixth constellation is Glacial Whirlwind, and he has a passive that decreases stamina consumption…

Noelle even describes him as someone who comes and goes with the wind.

As mentioned in the previous section, Kaeya was stranded on a deserted island, this might be referring to the Nameless Island, which, according to an old blog post on the official CN website, Kaeya visited on his birthday. Where this island came from is unclear but it is shrouded in mist and invisible on the map.

The Nameless Island has a sun-or moondial associated with the God of Time. The weathered transcription is as follows:

Ravaged Carving: "Stories brought on the wind will bloom into legends in due time."

You can also hear this faint voice speaking when you do the quest related to the island:

Faint Voice: "An ancient tale comes whisked in the wind…" Faint Voice: "In time, it will grow and sprout once again…"

In the same blog post, Kaeya says the following:

我还有很多故事…还有很多时间。 I have plenty of stories… and plenty of time.

😮‍💨

When Kaeya casts his burst you even see him pull the wind towards himself, towards that eight-pointed star.

Furthermore, he came to Mondstadt during a LATE SUMMER NIGHT'S STORM, contradicting the fact that there hasn't been a single storm in Mondstadt since Venti gave them his protection.

Kaeya's Character Story "If Master Crepus hadn't taken me in, I doubt I'd have made it through the storm that night."

Vind: Since Lord Barbatos began protecting Mondstadt, we have not seen a single storm, and the watchtowers have slowly fallen into disrepair.

He probably wasn't lying about this since Varka could have easily fact-checked this with Diluc or Dawn Winery.

Perhaps Nicole was responsible for this odd contradiction if she was the one who guided Kaeya and his father to Dawn Winery. Coincidentally, the Jinni Liloupar was able to command sandstorms at her will.

Liloupar once had the immense power to command sandstorms at her will. The howling gale that lashes the desert used to be the blade and shield at her disposal.

Since the Jinn are descendants of the Seelie, perhaps Nicole could have a similar power. (Or maybe she became a giant wind turbine, who even knows anymore.)

"But why would a witch go through all this trouble for just one guy?" If Titania took care of her friend's baby after she died, then maybe Nicole was friends with Kaeya's mom and decided to offer her protection.

Or perhaps they were sisters. There is after all a teacup from the same teaset missing from the trailer.

Let's just get this out of the way first: No, Nicole is not Diluc's mom, the pattern on the teacups can be found within the architecture of Dawn Winery, which means she's either the founder or an ancestor of Crepus or both. Angel's Share is named as such for a reason.

Diluc does not possess any huge Seelie/fairy/angel/witch connections other than Angel's Share so I don't think she's related to him. Kaeya on the other hand 🤷🏽‍♀️

I am not going to say anything about the possibility of Nicole being Kaeya's mom/grandma, but I will say that Nicole's name means "Victory of the people", while the first character in Kaeya's name means victory as well.

Nicole = from νίκη (níkē, “victory”) +‎ λαός (laós, “people”). Kaeya = 凯亚, 凯 = music of triumph; paean; triumph; victory

And please don't forget the poor missing teacup next to Nicole's, it could be important.

Anyway, Kaeya does have some serious connections to Princess Fischl, with hints at him being a Prince continuing to persist, so he's definitely not some random guy. Whether he's aware of this or not is debatable.

He's called "our last hope", by his father, which like everything pertaining to Kaeya, is never explained. However, the Aranara Aranaga describes hope as a dream that never dissipates… which I thought was pretty poetic.

Aranaga: There are dreams because there is memory. Memory is nourished, so there is life. So, it can grow, the thing to repel Marana (forbidden knowledge). Traveler: I'm guessing you mean "hope"? Aranaga: Yeah, right you are, Golden Nara (Traveler). The thing that flows, cannot be seen, cannot be touched… Hope. Like the wind… But it never dissipates, like a dream.

Nabu Malikata Nicole has some fascinating similarities with Nabu Malikata that I will briefly list here:

Nabu Malikata last name can mean angels but it can also mean queen. Nicole Reeyn's last name is derived from reine which also means queen.

"Nabu" means prophet in Akkadian and she was able to predict her own death, Nicole is a prophetess too.

After Nabu Malikata disappeared, Deshret dreamed of her feeling her way through a crystalline maze. The inside of Irminsul is a crystalline maze. Nicole is part of the Hexenzirkel who travel to the Irminsul to study it.

Nabu Malikata is the Mistress of the Orchard and Wine, Nicole has ties to Dawn Winery, a wine orchard.

Nabu Malikata is also a dream-mother, capable of giving humans dreams. According to Furina's character blurb, Nicole left a fabel inside someone's dream.

I don't think they're the same person but this is one of those things that will keep haunting you once you uncover it. And now they will haunt you.

ARLECCHINO

Enter "Father".

What we know of her so far is that she is the last surviving descendant of Khaenri'ah's Crimson Moon clan. Arlecchino's blood is cursed, yet unlike the other curse-bearers we know like Dainsleif and Chlothar, she still ages visibly. Before we get ahead of ourselves, it's specifically stated in her boss description that she IS the Crimson Moon's SOLE scion, so Kaeya is likely not part of that bloodline.

Someday, the hearth-fire's faint radiance shall burn the old world away, incinerating the final scion of the baleful moon as well.

I think we all know by now that Arlecchino has some angelic features.

Like Kaeya, she is associated with an animal with many eyes: a spider. And like Kaeya, she wears one prominent wing on her back but only when she is in battle. This wing is actually crafted by her from spider silk, so it's not actually an "organic" wing.

Arlecchino shares boss theme lyrics with the most famous one-winged angel in recent history: Sephiroth (FF7). They are both in turn inspired by Abezethibou, a fallen angel with one red wing. The interesting thing about Sephiroth is that he was born from an experiment, where they injected cells from an alien "calamity" into him when he was still a fetus. This led him to develop the iconic one black wing.

Furthermore, the title of Arlecchino can be traced back to the Erlking, an evil elf who could kill children with just one touch. Arlecchino does seem to be somewhat inspired by him as seen in this comparison.

Erlking means Elf King which just so happens to be the meaning of Alberich (Elf King). 🤨 There's even a dude straight up called Alf (elf) in the Perinheri book.

In the Romance-speaking world, beings comparable to elves are widely known by words derived from Latin fata ('fate'), which came into English as fairy. This word became partly synonymous with elf by the early modern period.

😑…

Since the Balemoon Bloodfire that runs through Arlecchino's veins originates from the long-dead Crimson Moon, it's possible that the moons are some kind of angelic construct. According to the artifact Finale of the Deep Galleries, the angels were descended from light itself... But at the time of writing, it's still unclear what exactly the moons are.

To further complicate things, Mona's astrolabe uses the names of 4 Archangels.

(From the Wiki) Mona's astrolabe (Outer ring): GBL URL MKL RPL The archangels Gabriel, Uriel, Michael, and Raphael.

…It is unknown who they are referring to but since she is using her astrolabe to divine someone's fate they could either be the names of the three Moon Sisters + the Sun or the Four Shades.

Arlecchino has another weird ability: her blood can create afterimages or shadows which appear like this around her in her boss fight:

These look awfully similar to the Pari in-game, and Pari just so happen to be like fairies in Persian mythology. Arlecchino's nickname was even Perrie, which is probably a pun on Peri, the inspiration behind the Pari.

In the game, the Pari are sentient beings of Khvarena, which in turn was separated from Nabu Malikata's body. As it happens, Khvarena can also dwell inside humans, these people are called the scions of Khvarena. (More on that here where I proposed Kaeya's mom might have been one of these scions.)

Stamen of Khvarena's Origin Nabu Malikata: "And so I separated you (Khvarena) from my body, and I ask you now to prevent that nightmare's coming."

No doubt about it: Arlecchino is carrying the bloodline of a (dead) moon angel…thing. Maybe all Khaenri'ahns are descendants of angels, but it's hard to say for now if they inherited it through normal means, or if the Crimson Moon clan used a ritual to transmute their blood. According to the book Perinheri, the Crimson Moon dynasty was deeply involved with alchemy, though it fell off by the time of the Eclipse Dynasty.

(Perhaps they even used the Moon's remains (ashes) to achieve this. Maybe that's why Arlecchino glitches: she was "re-born" from the "afterimage" (ashes) of the Crimson Moon.)

Combined with Zosimos's play implying the fallen star was a fallen angel, Khaenri'ahns could very well be descendants of fallen angels. In that case, they could be like the Nephilim, who are descendants of humans and fallen angels. Nephilim is often translated as giants or the fallen ones, which is very funny considering the meaning of Titania's name (Titan).

The name Titania for the queen of the fairies appears to have been the invention of Shakespeare, for, as Mr. Ritson remarks, she is not "so called by any other writer." Why, however, the poet designated her by this title, presents, according to Mr. Keightley, no difficulty. "It was," he says, "the belief of those days that the fairies were the same as the classic nymphs, the attendants of Diana. The Fairy Queen was therefore the same as Diana whom Ovid (Met. iii. 173) styles Titania."

Also, scholars suggest Shakespeare's Titania is ultimately referring to the moon goddess Diana, so make of that what you will. There's even a part in the play where Titania looks up at the moon and likens it to a crying eye… Another fun fact: on Tsurumi island, there's a mural from the ancient civilization ruins that references a poem about Diana by the Latin poet Catullus.

In any case, Arlecchino basically adds fuel to the theory that Khaenri'ahns might be the descendants of angels/Seelie. Though whether they inherited it naturally or through snorting up moon ashes remains to be seen. The Balemoon Bloodfire is dubbed a "noble blood" which means the Crimson Moon clan was regarded as nobility. Just another thing Arlecchino and Kaeya have in common.

This poses another conundrum for Kaeya though: if it's his Khaenri'ahn father who gave him his supposed "angel" ancestry as opposed to his mother, we're still left with the mystery of where he got his royal heritage from. Nobility ≠ royalty.

The Alberichs weren't of royal blood, we know this, yet Kaeya's prince-baiting adventure continues, same as it ever was 😮‍💨

BREATH OF THE FEYWILD

This is the fun part where I list similarities between Kaeya and the Seelie, from his design to his personality. Full disclosure, this is not to be taken too seriously!

Visual Design As you know, Kaeya has a giant wing on his back with three feathers.

No one else has wings on their outfit other than Paimon and Skirk who has a tiny one on her back. Arlecchino has one wing that only appears in battle or during her charged attack. Seelie courts have a little wing emblem and that angel in the Dragonspine Mural has a stylized wing.

Kaeya has one eye and wears a fluffy boa, same as the Seelie husks we see floating around. Though Kaeya doesn't have two horns, the peacock on his namecard does have two little feathers on its head.

Also, the Seelie emblem on the domain murals look similar to the 8-pointed star on Kaeya's outfit. The downward point is elongated which could represent the cone-shaped legs the Seelie husks have.

Seelie and their beauty keep being equated to moonlight… Kaeya is called canonically good-looking in game and has unexplained light streaks in his hair.

Kaeya was left in Mondstadt (Moon City), ordered a Moonlit Alley in his hangout (with Venti present) and gifted the Traveler a Moon Pie for his most recent birthday 😒. Surely of no importance whatsoever.

Personality I am basing this on the known Seelie we have in the game: Nabu Malikata, Columbina, and Angelica (from the book Perinheri).

First of, Seelie were guides of humanity, and taught them wisdom and language.

Arama: A Seelie? In the ancient stories, Seelies were a great race with wisdom and beauty beyond the pale of this earth. They traveled with Nara (humans) and taught Nara languages and the philosophy of nature.

… In his teapot dialogue, Kaeya offers to put together a guide for the Traveler when they ask for his wisdom.

Traveler: Can I rely on your words of wisdom in the future? Kaeya: I'm at your service. In fact… would you like me to compile a guide for you…? Kaeya: It would contain all kinds of practical knowledge for at home and on the road, including the techniques I have developed for communicating with people from all walks of life. I'd like to share it all with you.

Kaeya acts as a teacher for Klee giving her advice on how to dodge the authorities (Jean) and whatnot.

Speaking of dodging, as stated previously, Seelie were said to be faster than a storm, and Kaeya has a passive called Hidden Strength that decreases stamina consumption. He's actually one of the fastest running characters-gameplay wise.

The loading screen description for Seelie says the following;

Now you see them, now you don't.

Finally an explanation for Kaeya's ability to teleport in his normal attacks. It's just as Noelle said, he comes and goes with the wind.

In Scottish folklore Seelie will ask humans for help and give them a reward in return. In his Story Quest, Kaeya does the same, asking the Traveler for help and gifting them a sword for their efforts. Yes, it was a trap but he did do all of that, and in his Story Quest no less! Story Quests are designed as a glimpse into the character's life….

Wait a minute, he led them into a trap. Where have I heard that before?

Angelica! The woman from the book Perinheri is very obviously an angel (HER NAME LITERALLY GIVES IT AWAY) and thus potentially a Seelie, or at least someone belonging to the angel hierarchy.

Angelica led Hleobrant on with promises and then led him into a trap, not unlike what Nabu Malikata did to Deshret. She knew she was going to die and used his feelings for her to make sure she would never be forgotten.

Furthermore, if a Seelie is insulted they will exact revenge on those who wronged them. Kaeya can be a very petty person, as stated by Adelinde.

Diluc: Yes… about Kaeya… Diluc: I should have known he would see this as the perfect opportunity to get back at me.

Dude pulled up the Wikipedia page on Seelie 😭😭😭.

Another thing about Kaeya is that he will collect the fears and sensitivities of people as material to tease them about. …In the Harbingers trailer, Columbina teases Dottore about his age, knowing full well he's sensitive about it.

Columbina: I must say, you're looking very young today, Doctor Dottore: You know very well that I do not take that as a compliment

Wanderer describes Columbina as someone who is eerily unbothered and unfazed in every situation.

About Damselette Let me ask: what should you do if you were to encounter a "damsel" who is oblivious and innocent at any given time, and unconcerned and unfeeling in any given situation? If it were me, I could at least challenge her to a fight. But if it were you… with your conscience, I would stay away from her.

In his character story, Kaeya is described as having a cavalier attitude which in that context means, "showing arrogant or offhand disregard; dismissive", since he put the lives of his men in danger by triggering a Ruin Guard 😂. They hate to see a whimsical guy winning.

Character Story 5 Sinister thoughts flashed through Kaeya's mind, and he simply smirked: "This world is truly… fascinating."

You can also see this in Crepus's famous death scene where he was standing in the back smirking just according to keikaku.

According to Scara, Columbina appears to be oblivious, though whether she's feigning or not remains to be seen. Kaeya has his own fair share of moments where he pretends to be in the dark.

Think the opposite of Furina who pretended to know everything.

He even acted like a "damsel" in need of help right of the bat in his Story Quest.

Kaeya: This is bad… Such a hassle… What am I going to do… Traveler: What's wrong, Kaeya? You don't usually lose your chill. Kaeya: Oh, thank the Thousand Winds! (Traveler), your arrival must be the grace of the gods! Kaeya: If I may ask — envoy sent by the Anemo God to save this mere mortal — could you spare a moment?

(Would be very fun if Columbina and Kaeya know each other from the dark recesses that is Kaeya's childhood and Kaeya is mimicking her behavior like some kind of mentee.)

Both Nabu Malikata and Columbina do not seem to possess human emotions which makes sense since they operate on a higher level than humans. Does make you wonder if Kaeya's occasionally strange behavior is a result of him being half-Seelie.

While not exactly a personality trait, Kaeya repeats some of Nicole's sayings which I thought was interesting.

Nicole: History does not change easily, but human hearts can. Kaeya: History always repeats itself. Kaeya: Anyway, that's exactly why actors need to wake up and realize they don't have to follow the script. There's nothing to stop them from following their gut and making it up as they go along.

As for why Kaeya would know this: find out in 2026 😂 (😭)

Venti Since fairies and air spirits are another potential branch of Kaeya's family tree we can consult the most prominent air spirit in the game: Venti.

Kaeya and Venti have a lot in common, personality wise. Both like alcohol, are mischievous, and have a very mellow attitude.

They also tend to disappear when we need lore the most.

This is very stereotypical of how fairies are portrayed. Down to their love of wine and penchant to pull pranks.

Is Venti some kind of Seelie? Well, he does have wings, and he was a single thread of the thousand winds (Istaroth) which represent freedom… Freedom, just like Angelica.

Play within a play In Midsummer Night's Dream, the fairies toy with the humans like dolls. It's their meddling that causes all the mishaps in the play. They even call Oberon the King of Shadows, with shadows referring to the fairies as well as being Elizabethan slang for actors.

[…] even within this fictional world [Shakespeare] has created, the human characters are still treated as plot devices, pawns to be manipulated and directed across the play by the faeries.

If you've read the manga, you know where this is going.

If not:

“All the world's a stage, and all the people merely players – Kaeya Alberich”

–William Shakespeare

Kaeya has more instances where he treats people like they are fulfilling a role: in his outfit description he talks about the bandit and the knight as roles they have to fulfill. When he first meets the Traveler, he applauds like he just witnessed a performance. In Diluc's Story Quest, he breaks the fourth wall by mentioning the chapter of the Story Quest he's in.

Paimon: Kaeya!? Where did you come from? Kaeya: I just picked a good spot to quietly sit and watch the show. Paimon: Whaaa… You've been here this whole time!?

BECAUSE HE COMES AND GOES LIKE THE WIND KEEP UP PAIMON

And after Crepus's death he ponders on the roles he should have played: that of a son and that of a brother.

Very normal behavior…FOR A SEELIE.

You see, Deshret and Nabu Malikata created a City for the Jinn, called the City of Amphitheaters… where they had theaters 😮‍💨

Altar of Mirages The Jinn once used this place as a free theater and a paradise without sorrow or care.

Princess Fischl also introduced theater to the paradise of the Immernachtreich where her people would dedicate plays to her. (Don't underestimate how connected she is to all this!)

PERINHERI

In case you're unaware, a new book released in patch 4.5 called Perinheri has given us new Khaenri'ah lore. I'll only mention the bits relevant to the theory but it's definitely worth reading if you haven't already.

In the story, a woman named Angelica visits the "Kingdom" as a supposed Princess from some defeated nation. Angelica declares she will marry the greatest knight of the Kingdom and lists several names, one of which is Alberich, leader of half of the knights.

But that's not the only interesting part.

Angelica leads Hleobrant outside the Kingdom's borders which causes him to transform into a beast. This is because he is cursed: his ancestors forsook their gods when they came to live at the Kingdom.

Angelica, however, bears no such curses as she explains:

The witch, Angelica, explained thus: "Hleobrant is the descendant of those who forsook their god and came to the Kingdom. This is why the Kingdom's obstinately pure-blooded aristocracy persists. This is the price of betraying your own god. As for you, Perinheri, you are one who drifted there. Thus, you bear no such curse. You may not have the nobility to shoulder a world, but you too have your own destiny. And as for me? I betrayed no one, not for a moment, until my god died, so I too bear this curse not. But you now see who I truly am, yes?"

Look. I don't think I need to spell this out but Angelica is an angel, her name is even explained to mean "one who is as a divine emissary", which, as we established before, are Seelie. Kaeya even has that stupid book The Adventures of Angelos which is obviously a hint towards whatever the fuck he is.

Angelos, Angelica…. Need I say more? 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

She also conveniently disappears at the end BECAUSE SHE COMES AND GOES LIKE THE WIND

Anyway, this could explain why Kaeya isn't cursed, his mother/grandmother was a Seelie who never forsook her god. We don't know what the bloodline of Khaenri'ahns consists of… so I can't confidently say they are all descendants of angels. Kaeya definitely is though. You're still a Seelie and that's FINAL.

Otherwise I don't know how else you could explain all of the above.

If he's not a Seelie/angel or a descendant of one, then the only explanation I can think of is that he was blessed by one and is under their protection. Perhaps he was even raised by a bunch of them like the Indian prince from Shakespeare's play.

Maybe in some kind of Sommernachtgarten ☀️🌺

Or a Winter Palace 👸🏼❄️

Frost Prince, Sun Prince, Seelie Prince, whatever Kaeya might be, I will keep updating this post as we go along for the sake of the five people reading this 🫡.

It's like Shakespeare always said, it's Kaeya's world and we're all just living in it.

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capesch-arts · 3 months ago

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please yap about your ocs they look so cool :0

Lemme elaborate on the world lore™ first. This is a world where humans and ancient eldritch-like gods co-exist. Most of these gods love humans but, a great war happened between humans that lasted 100 years and then the gods got angry and decided to punish them. Some gods stopped giving them blessings, sent plagues, killed livestock, etc. but the most unique one was sending monsters to wreak havoc. This apparently made other more benevolent gods panic and decided to do damage control when humans can't protect themselves without blessings.

The gods who love humans decided to claim areas on earth as domains to anchor them and their powers to the humans. These domains eventually became protected towns and humans tend to name them in accordance with the gods of those towns. Aside from towns, they can also anchor themselves via living beings. Whether via human priests, human or animal avatars, or plants.

Now onto the characters. (Note I haven't finalised their names so all of these are just placeholders).

This is the Dream God (he/him) who turned into the Nightmare god after witnessing the 100 year war. He claims a town called Gloomstown and he offers protection from monsters by turning them into nightmares. So, basically in return for a safe residence, you'll occasionally get nightmares. The people have adapted to this and consider it a better alternative.

His religion is Matriarchal and led by Priestesses while men have supportive roles. He considers the Dream Priestesses his daughters and protects them. Their jobs mostly consist of documenting the Nightmares of the residents and in doing so relieving them from it. And just general social work. While some gods seek sacrifices in the form of blood or another life, Dream seeks offerings of paintings and visual arts, and in return the artists are given ONE wish to be fulfilled. (Ofc there's restrictions and rules, usually he blessed them with good health or a successful year, but these aren't the only ones he'll grant).

The woman on the right, I'll call A (she/her), is a detective in Gloomstown. In her teens she ran away with a friend to escape abusive families by becoming Priestesses. But, she was afraid of being controlled by another force so quit halfway through her Priestess training, though her friend stayed. As she grew up, she became a detective to be able to help the town.

Along the way, she eventually teamed up with Dream to solve mysteries in the town. Due to her past training as a Priestess, even though she never finished, Dream still sees her as his "daughter" and she is attuned with his blessing.

Next one 👇

The man, I'll call M, and the chaos god, Eris. (Placeholder name). M was A's partner in Gloomstown but was called by a lawyer to go to his hometown after the tragic death of his mother. Unfortunately, as he was dealing with the inheritance and such, mysterious murders by divine touch occurred and he is forced to help Eris, the god in charge of overseeing chaos like these, to find out why said god is pissed.

M (he/they) is a very troubled character by forces outside of his control, and you may think it's the gods but humanity has failed him. He struggles as he tries to find hope in life, meanwhile there is a looming presence watching him from afar.

Eris (she/they) is a chaotic good Entity whose main job is to ensure the Malevolent gods are "content" and "happy" so that they don't cause destruction amongst humans. This means she arranges the appropriate amount of chaos in the human world so that it appeases the hungry evil gods while balancing the safety of the earth. She hates her job but she's actually pretty chill.

The looming presence that haunts M is this mf 👇

For now, he's called the Pale King and I'll only share that he's the god's boogeyman. No god mentions his real name nor do they want to catch his attention. He is the destruction of the god's hubris and a foreboding presence.

And last 👇

The Judge and Revan

The Judge is tasked with maintaining justice and peace between humans and gods and thus has authority over most of the human world. He does have a claimed town, though he doesn't need it, as a hub for all his goings-on on the earth called, Hellstown. He will punish gods that have transgressed while also giving judgement to sinners in the afterlife.

Revenants are humans who are under contract that kills monsters for him in return for a clean slate in life. Some Revenants are sinners under a period of punishment while others simply make a deal with him to seek justice for past wrongdoings done onto the humans. Depending on the weight of the sin or contract, servitude time varies.

The man paired with him is a Revenant that I've nicknamed Revan. He's not a sinner but he made a deal with The Judge to be his Revenant. He can't remember what the deal was because it was part of the contract but he assumed it was out of duty.

And that's the gist of it :D!

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cursedtrans · 6 months ago

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Stars in Lobotomy Corporation and Libary of Ruina

Spoilers for Lobotomy Corporation and Library of Ruina

Stars in Project Moon are a incredibly eldritch and horrific concept, and they have massive implications for the story of Limbus and Project Moon as a whole.

Let's start with the origin point of the Project Moon universe, Lobotomy Corporation, and the references to Stars and the Galaxy as a whole there.

Note: While many Lobotomy Corporation abnormalities are based on mere trauma or city lore (such as W Corp inspiring Dimension Shredder or the Head inspiring the Bird Trio), I believe there is extremely important info thanks to several real characters and events having references to the Cosmic Trio's events in their logs.

There's three specific abnormalities that call out the concept of Outer Space and everything it contains. In my opinion this is very notable, as other groups like the Wizard of Oz, Magical Girls, and Bird Trio are all highly important abnormality groups that take up multiple abnormality slots.

First off is the TETH level abnormality Fragment of the Universe.

They're the lowest risk rating of their outer space related brethren, but subsequently have some of the least cosmic horror. While their cry is enough to damage both the mind and body, and is incomprehensible to mortals, it's not that relatively dangerous compared to other concepts.

Likewise, it's by far the most innocent of it's kindred. It's a mere part of outer space that is trying to 'sing' to mortals to convey it's love to them, and it's entire physical form is created by it's connection with a small child. (it wanted to make the child happy, and thus took on the form it uses now)

It doesn't seem to understand the damage it's doing, but it seems to have a permanent effect on certain individual's in it's lobotomy corp logs. All of them seem to be repeating the phrase "coming, coming, still coming" and other incomprehensible noises, and staring into the sky.

Second off, Child of the Galaxy, HE Level.

Child of the Galaxy is a very interesting abnormality that never breaches, but does get extremely violent when someone they care about seems to forget them by instantly killing them. While not uncommon in Lobotomy Corporation, it is a significant thing for them to have the instant kill at any range and no limit on their number of targets.

Additionally, it seems aware of what it's doing. It's extremely possessive in it's log and seems to know that it's very presence and pebble is haunting the person writing the log. Of note is his final two logs, which will show some themes that repeat over and over. I can't take it anymore. I can't escape him. I thought I was in charge, but the truth is I was just a pebble in his hands the whole time. Whatever I do, wherever I go, I hear his whispers. (I have to end it, but I’m not even sure if I can.) -- "...I came from afar. I'm so glad to meet you. Become a pebble, and let's walk the galaxy together..." I hear his whispers and breath. Pitch black darkness follows... just like the night I met him."

Finally, Blue Star, the Aleph level.

Blue Star is an extremely potent abnormality that seems to break out if the person working it is not competent enough, and is capable of massive areas of sanity damage. Even moreso, when they do finally wear down someone's sanity, they absorb them into themselves.

Their abnormality log details some very important details, including the rising of a cult that is infected with certain thoughts, that want to willingly throw themselves into the center of certain abnormalities (read:blue star). Additionally, one of these infected members writes a letter detailing some very important info.

"We are all sinners, and our Blue Star is the only sanctuary that accepts us. We will be cleansed of our sins there. We all go back to that place someday. This is an instinct. You thought Emily died when she threw herself into the Star, but she simply returned to her rightful place. She's a martyr. She has become an eternal star. The rise of a star is a brand new beginning. Don't you hear the everlasting sound of the trumpet? When you stand close to the Star, you can hear the welcoming cheers and singing. If every employee returns to that place, only Blue Star will remain here. Let us meet again as stars."

This begins some of the themes of Stars and Outer Space as a whole in Project Moon, and one of the key ones is rebirth. The employee writing a log ends up being requested to become another pebble by the Child, and each of the cultists of Blue Star firmly believe that they will be reborn as stars when they end up in Blue Star.

Ruina compounds on these cultists by showing us them and their idol in tandem. Notably, Blue Star is not fought, a trait shared solely by Apocalypse Bird (a symbol of the omnipresent and invincible head that rules over the City) and WhiteNight (a symbol of the omnipresent ghost over the City that distorts people into monsters) The only way Blue Star is beaten is by destroying it's Shrine, which ends the fight immediately. Additionally, Blue Star's only action in this is to emit a simple sound through it's Shrine. It does not slam the floor like Apocalypse Bird or emit circles of hell like WhiteNight. It's so far out of our reality that all it can do is show itself and sing through it's statue. Blue Star is also arguably even more important in Limbus, because of the host of connections it has to both the Blue Man Group and several different Star related abnormalities, but that's a post for a different day.

All that is to say for now is, don't be afraid of the stars in Project Moon. All they want is a new life for you...

(as usual thanks to @lu-is-not-ok for inspiring posts and getting me to think about the unregistered abnormalities in Limbus, and sending me down a Star rabbit hole)

#analysis #project moon #lobotomy corporation #library of ruina #spoilers

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underpatience · 3 months ago

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W E L C O M E T O T H E U N D E R G R O U N D

a teenage human walks around Mt. Ebott’s forest, calling for their younger sibling.

“█████! where have you gone??”

their unyielding patience proved useless, as they continued to search. Suddenly, they fell into a deep hole with seemingly no end in sight.

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welcome to the official underpatience ask/lore blog!

the soul of patience was the second to fall, after chara. the first soul Asgore plans to take to escape the underground. this is their story.

feel free to ask any underpatience character anything! here is the list, and how they have changed. (any character missed is also open for asks!)

The human :: they’re filled with patience for others.

Flowey :: he watches the human from afar. what will Asgore do when he finds them?

Toriel :: She has just moved away from Asgore and is setting up her house. Toriel asks the human to help her set up before they go, believing that Asgore will allow the human to leave despite all of his talk of killing 7 of them.

Sans :: he’s curious about the human. what will they do? what’s their goal? at least they laugh at his jokes.

Papyrus :: WOW!! A human?? he thinks thats so cool.

Undyne :: she must bring the human to Asgore, despite how patient they may be with her.

Alphys :: the human is very patient with her stuttering and nerves. they also enjoy anime, which is a plus! she doesn’t mind them too much.

Muffet :: stingy with their money.

Mettaton :: the human seems like they ADORE his shows !!!

Asgore :: he must kill them. no matter how hard it may be, no matter how they try to convince him, it’s for the betterment of monster kind. right?

Chara :: familiar.

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LORE POSTS

pt 1 ; fallen down

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myimaginedcorner · 1 year ago

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SCALES OF JUSTICE - PUBLICATION SET FOR JANUARY 2025

Hello my dear readers,

WE DID IT! After a few weeks of wait and talks, I can finally announce that Scales of Justice has been officially accepted for publication, both on Hosted Games and on Steam! The current publication date is set for January 2025; however, if that changes, I will update you with new information.

You can now wishlist the game on Steam! Here's the link -> https://store.steampowered.com/app/3089710/Scales_of_Justice/

I am so, so grateful to everyone who has been here for me during these past 3 years. What began as a shy attempt at dreaming has grown into a marvelous project that taught me so much, brought me so many new experiences and skills, and is going to end with my first publication as an author. I cannot be more grateful and excited. I hope this is only the beginning of an amazing journey.

I am currently finishing my degree and working on preparing for the release; however, I will soon be posting a little more of my thoughts about future projects (including SoJ 2), continuing Torn Page, and being a bit more active around here. Until then, please, spread the word, and let's celebrate this together! ^^

DEMO DESCRIPTION:

Scales of Justice is a fantasy story that takes place in a world afar – a place called Therania. Albeit there was some interaction between Therania and other worlds a long time ago, now it’s solely a tale from their lost past… or, at least, that is the most common belief. Regardless, this story does not focus on extraterrestrial connections: its plot revolves around the people of Therania and their lives, their history and – what’s more important – their ‘determined’ future.

There are plenty of species living together in Therania, yet the human race is currently split in two: the one known as Hero kingdom, which is ruled by ‘heroes’, and the one named Vannais kingdom, controlled by ‘villains’. Both nations hate each other - here, the fight of ‘good’ and ‘evil’ is something that happens on a national level. The game is focused on lore, character development, and the player's choices: perhaps, your MC just wants to live a peaceful life... or maybe they want to save the world.

Or even rule it, if you’re into such things.

THINGS TO DO IN THIS DEMO:

Set off on a new adventure towards Neutral Lands, to meet a mythic creature of all answers - The Visionary.

Play as a woman, man, or non-binary - straight, gay, or asexual.

Gather up to 3 companions to help you in your quest - befriend, romance, or rival them, the choice is yours.

Buy a horse - we know you want one.

Fight, conjure, support, speak or think - choose your way of handling a tricky situation.

Explore the kingdom of Hero up to Menai's shores, in search for someone - or something - to aid you in your journey.

The DEMO version of the book runs up to Chapter 5 and contains 276K words overall.

USEFUL LINKS:

If you want to know a little more about this project and read chapters 1-5, I'll leave the link to the game here -> https://dashingdon.com/play/myimaginedcorner/scales-of-justice/mygame/

If you want to discuss anything on CoG's forum, I'll leave the link for SoJ here -> https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/wip-scales-of-justice-new-project-announcement-and-demo-release/101088/16

If you want to send me a more extensive feedback, here's my email -> [email protected]

RO DESCRIPTIONS:

Shoren/Seile → Heir to the Hero kingdom’s throne, right where your journey starts. Also, your old friend who’s very attached to you. Likes to read and practices magic, enjoys adventure and heroic deeds. A recognised “hero”, with blonde curly hair, pale skin and a pair of sapphire eyes.

Robert/Reina → Order’s Paladin, defender of Hero and Knight of Fate. Brave and honourable, determined to protect the people of the kingdom. Very loyal to friends and very dangerous as an enemy. Has short brown hair, tanned skin and an athletic build.

Valerius/Venis → An Outworlder caught by cultists in the Wicked Woods. Gracious, elegant and charismatic. Has long dark brown hair with a silver streak, olive skin and golden eyes.

Arion/Aria → Leader of Vannais, a recognised “villain” who escaped from Hero and now rules the enemy kingdom. Serious but temperamental. Prefers action over words and so, is always present on battlefields and amidst negotiations, even if in an unofficial manner. Has short blonde hair, pale skin and emerald eyes.

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burningvampyre · 11 months ago

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nahh let the nerd birds fuck

i am assuming this is about virwood and listen, i appreciate the enthusiasm and after the lore that just happened i can see the potential

however

both connor and puffin have stated that their characters are aro-ace-spectrum and whilst yes, aroace people can have romantic and sexual relationships that doesn't mean all of them do so personally at least i am going to wait until we see some more of them both and maybe have more of their aro-ace identity shown even in canon, before i'll personally write something nsfw for these characters

ace and aro erasure is still prevalant in fandoms, i've seen it with the tma fandom, i've seen it from afar in the hazbin fandom, and many others, and far be it from me to contribute to that even by accident. so i'll wait until either connor and puffin give specific labels to their characters' identities or until there has been more lore to guess from how these characters might stand to topics of romance or sex

this is by no means a call out or anything, i've just had a lot of asks in my inbox about virwood so i figured i'd set up that boundary of sorts and say how i stand on this until we have more canon to go off of

#bound smp #skybound smp #virwood #bound smp virgil #bound smp elwood

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rattling-reverberations · 8 months ago

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Shades of the Mage

(below the cut because it's just me yapping about the history of the previous Mages for who knows how long)

The Hawkmoth Mage is widely known for never showing up in person at any of the places they are reportedly seen in. Instead, they use what are called "Shades" to do their work.

In order to explain a shade, one must go over a brief history of the Mages and the Locust Mother.

Brief History

The Locust Mother is supposedly an ancient Threnodian whose dead body was found in a wheat field in a run-down farming village far out of the political realm of Jinzhou City. This area is now Fracsidus territory and is considered a dead land.

300 years ago, the Blue Morpho Mage Uriel performed rituals on the dead Threnodian in an attempt to understand more about it in a time where there wasn't a lot of knowledge on such creatures.

In his arrogance, he unintentionally reawakened the creature, leading to his death and the decay of the farmland.

Following Uriel's death, two other mages would emerge 100 years later and 200 years later receptively.

The first was Michael, the Wolf Spider Mage, who tried to destroy the Locust Mother, but in his failure, ended up releasing the plague onto the town, starting the longest famine on record.

The second to come was Raphael. Despite what the name may suggest, Raphael was in fact a young woman known as the Red Locust Mage. Her attempts to reseal the Threnodian are largely credited as the greatest feats of that century, as they were the only ones to be succesful.

The last mage to be recorded in history is currently the Hawkmoth Mage who is a follower of the Locust Mother.

Ties to the Three Shades

When he gets a hold of a dead body, they are fed to the Locust Mother as a sacrificial offering and their souls are then melded together within her body. This is the most hypothesized reason as to why he has his powers, especially when taking the past three recorded mages and their strange ties to his Shades.

The Shades are three variations of himself that he uses to represent himself when he does not want to be somewhere. This can be for a number of reasons, though mostly this is due to his susceptibility to injury and having very specific medical issues. He is not one to risk his life when he doesn't need to.

While he has three main Shades, there are a few lesser variants that are only used as distractions and/or for communication purposes, not for fighting in combat. These lesser Shades are usually formed through small insects like ants or flies.

The three most documented Shades are the Spider Shade, Locust Shade, and the Moth Shade.

Much like many Jinzhou researchers have suspected, along with the intel from the Black Shores, these Shades were created using the remnant powers and souls from the previous two mages, Raphael and Michael (credit. Dr. ------ and Dr. Xiangli Yao).

Each Shade has their own voice, giving merit to the idea that each Shade is the soul of a different person who has been sacrificed to the Locust mother.

Spider Shade (Wolf Spider Mage)

The Spider Shade (Michael) is a front forward attacker who hits hard and moves slow, using large weaponry. Everything in relation to the Spider Shade is made from a variety of creatures in the Arachnida classification.

While it's main focus of attack is using large weaponry, it cannot physically grasp any object due to poor motor skills in its hands, presumably because of either a poor connection to the Hawkmoth Mage himself or a poor tie to the original soul of Michael the Wolf Spider Mage.

The Spider Shade, much like all Shades regardless of how powerful, have the ability to split themselves apart and reform elsewhere, though this is more prevalent in lesser shades because of their lesser uses in battle.

Though communication has been scarce, few people have been able to identify a deep and smooth voice from the previous soul that is trapped within the Shade and being puppetted by the Mage.

Some speculate that this is the Hawkmoth Mage speaking through Michael's voice.

Locust Shade (Red Locust Mage)

Unlike what the name suggests, this Shade does not have strong ties to the Locust Mother herself. The Locust Shade (Raphael) is a Shade that excels in magical abilities, specifically in holding a person in place.

This Shade attacks from afar and is mostly used in reconnaissance missions. Many soldiers theorize that this Shade is the source of the rattling on the battlefields that alerts Fracsidus members of approaching attackers. This theory is further supported by reported sluggish movement in soldier's legs, some going as far to say they halted movements all together.

Much like the Spider Shade, and for the same reasons, this Shade is also unable to grasp physical objects.

The voice of the Locust Shade has been heard more often than the Spider Shade, but reports are still in short supply. Many claim her to have the voice of a woman in her mid-30's with a very noticeable accent and a threatening aura, very different from the recorded history of what Raphael was really like.

Lesser Shades

As stated before, the lesser Shades don't do much other than appear ominously in areas the Hawkmoth Mage has been (whether in person or through another Shade is still not known). These lesser Shades are the only communication that anyone outside of the Fracsidus.

Official reports state that the Mage has been able to speak through these lesser Shades, but that the voice sounds like a conjoined mix of many different people speaking at once.

Moth Shade (Possibly the Hawkmoth Mage or the remnant of the Blue Morpho Mage)

This Shade is considered the most dangerous as it is the first and only Shade to be brave enough to appear in public spaces and speak fluently with people. It's fighting style consists of surrounding its opponent in insects of different kinds and creating mass hallucinations.

This Shade is both powerful and fast, hitting quickly and many times over a long period of time. Opponents with often pass out from pain before they are killed by the Shade.

The Moth Shade is often accompanied by the Spider and Locust Shade, creating a terrifying duo where one will hold the enemy in place and the other two will take the unfortunate person out.

It is the only Shade that has shown the ability to interact with physical objects, indicating that this Shade is directly tied to the Hawkmoth Mage himself.

This Shade has the voice of a young man in his mid to late twenties and gives off a heavy aura of someone who is not experienced in their craft and does more vocal work than they do physically practice what they say.

This has led to the hypothesis that this is not the voice of the Hawkmoth Mage himself, as it would be unwise to use one's own voice when it could lead to a faster arrest and is instead the voice of the final Mage with no Shade to physically represent it, Uriel.

Further evidence to back up this claim is that the Hawkmoth Mage has frequently expressed displeasure with butterflies, and given that Uriel is the Blue Morpho Mage, who is heavily tied to butterflies in historical records, this gives weight to such an idea.

Shades and weak ties to the Hawkmoth Mage

The different Shades have each expressed a variation of how long they appear to be able to be formed and exist at a given time. As the Hawkmoth Mage's connection grows weaker, the Shade's duration dwindles.

The lesser Shades appear for no longer than thirty minutes and very rarely will there be more than two lesser Shades present at the same time. This is just enough time to get a message across and throw Midnight Rangers off the Mage's tail. This also presents the possibility that these lesser Shades have the weakest connection to the Mage and are made from souls that have almost passed on.

The Spider and Locust Shade are each able to appear for at most three hours, making them formidable foes in skirmishes, but never long-winded battles. They are great support and excellent at wearing their enemy down for the other members of the Fracsidus, usually resulting in a great loss for the opponents of the Fracsidus. These two Shades present a larger possibility for their souls having a stronger tie to the Hawkmoth Mage as their theoretical previous identities (Wolf Spider and Red locust Mage) have ties to the idea of the Locust Mother's Mages.

The Moth Shade, much like the pattern suggests, has the strongest connection to the Hawkmoth Mage by duration alone. This Shade has been seen existing for weeks at a time, the longest being just over two weeks with the shortest being three days. This is supposedly because it is the most direct link to the Hawkmoth Mage himself, though nothing can be proved with 100% accuracy just yet.

Conclusion

The Hawkmoth Mage has presented themself as a dangerous entity in Jinzhou and one of the most powerful Overseers in the Fracsidus.

Though, after the Mage's five-year absence, there has been a large dip in the sightings of his Shades and an alarming spike in reports of people saying that he has started to physically appear at scenes.

This is especially alarming considering the recent event of Overseer Scar's recent arrest.

#a hexing (hawkmoth)#call from afar (character lore)#IT'S DONE IT'S DONE THIS TOOK ME FOREVER #did i only make this because I wanted to do voice claims of each shade?#yes #do i regret it?#no

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So I was gonna ask for another Angela Giarratana x reader but your request are closed 🥲🥲🥲 but I think we can talk this out *slides you the 1.04$ left in my bank account* but fr if you feel up to it or wanna save this for later feel free to and you don’t have to do it but I was thinking maybe Angela gets jealous when someone from the cast flirts with reader but it’s part of a bit Angela doesn’t know about and maybe they were playing legacy, betrayal or something idk that’s up to you and I know you don’t write smut so maybe like Angela gets jealous and leave hickeys and bite marks on readers neck when there having a water break or something 💁‍♀️ idk just a lil something or write what you want bae it’s up to you not me ❤️❤️ remember 1.04$ has your name on it 😉

Jealousy, Jealousy || Angela Giarratana x reader

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summary: oneshot where angela finds herself jealous when another member of the cast flirts with you and she decides to let you know that you’re hers

word count: 1.3k

warnings: hickeys

a/n: ahh sorry this took so long babes but i’m so happy to get this request out for you. this is a little bit out of my comfort zone so keep that in mind but i hope you enjoy this!! also im ashamed to admit my smosh games lore is a little rusty so i didn’t include legacy betrayal hope that’s ok!! also i wouldn’t dream of making anyone pay for a fic so forget about it 💋🎀 enjoy!!

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“Ok, I’m working on a character,” Amanda said to you as you waited on set for filming to start.

“You? A character? Never!” You teased her, feigning shock. You’d been at Smosh since long before Amanda and ever since you’d known her she was always working on one character or another.

“Her name’s Annabelle Charlemagne,” she said, already adopting an accent, “and you are absolutely stunning darling, can I buy you a beverage?”

She was fully in character now, so you played along.

“I’d be honored,” you batted your eyelashes at her.”

“I just have never seen such exceptional beauty. I am charmed.” She grabbed your hand and kissed it.

You glanced over and saw Angela watching you from afar. Catching you staring at her she quickly looked away. But not before giving you a wink and a smile.

Angela. You two had been dating for a few weeks now, and you couldn’t be happier. But you hadn’t exactly told the rest of the cast yet. You were planning on waiting for the right time, but you hadn’t found it yet.

You knew it was killing Angela. You had no problem keeping your relationship a secret. It was easy and safe and you didn’t want to deal with your friends’ thousands of questions just yet.

But Angela was not as great at keeping her mouth shut about everything. You knew she wanted to let the cat out of the bag. Or rather, couldn’t help herself from accidentally giving everyone a sneak peek at a paw or whiskers. More than once you’d had to cover for her calling you ‘babe’ or her absentmindedly reaching over to touch you.

Not that you two didn’t have your hidden moments. Sneaking off in between shows or volunteering to go work on something together. You couldn’t stop a blush from forming on your cheeks at the thought of all the things the walls had seen here that all of your friends hadn’t.

Now, Amanda’s voice brought you out of your thoughts.

“Anyways darling, I’d love to get your number but—oh, I’ve forgot my cellular, one moment, let me fetch my husband’s.”

She stared at you, losing the accent. “Get it, cause I’m flirting with you… but I’m married? And British!”

You laughed, “Right. Well I’m still waiting on that beverage.”

She fluffed her hair, “In due time.”

“Alright everyone, quiet on set.”

You shifted away from Amanda, preparing to start filming. You looked around at the rest of the cast—you loved your job here. Glancing over at Angela, you tried to catch her eye, but she wasn’t looking at you. She was looking down, a troubled expression on her face. You’d talk to her after this shoot, you told yourself. Maybe you two could even get lunch together later. It seemed like forever ago since you’d done that last. And you hadn’t even been dating a month yet! The director’s booming voice brought your attention back to the present.

“Rolling…and action!”

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“Alright everyone, take 10,” the director called. Everyone in the cast began filing out of the studio, taking a break before they had to finish filming this show. You joined them, heading to the next room for water.

You had just stepped towards your bag and began to rifle through it when you felt someone behind you.

“Guess who?”

You didn’t turn around right away. You knew who.

“Spencer?”

“Try again,” she said, quieter this time with a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Chris Kattan?”

“Ok, if one more person tells me that—” she started incredulously.

You turned around, smiling at her “Kidding.”

She reached out and brushed a strand of hair back from your face. “Hey beautiful, I haven’t had time alone with you all day.”

It was true. It felt like you spent less and less time together—what between filming and trying to not seem like you were dating. You leaned into her touch, and she stepped towards you.

You remembered yourself and spun back around, “Angela, not here.”

You felt her breath on your hair as she leaned towards you and said, “I don’t see anyone here.”

“Angela, what are you—”

Without warning, you felt her mouth on your neck. She began trailing kisses down your shoulder and you suppressed a shudder, leaning into her.

“Ange, what if someone sees us?” You whispered, glancing around nervously.

She kept her lips on you, biting down softly as she sucked at the skin on your neck.

You closed your eyes, savoring this stolen moment despite yourself.

“Angela—”

“(Y/n)? You want me to stop?” she looked up at you.

“No, definitely no.”

She continued, bringing her lips to your ear. She was silent for a while, and then—

“Still thinking about Amanda?” She breathed, her voice hoarse.

“What?” You managed. That was the last thing you’d expected her to say.

“I saw you…earlier,” for the first time, you detected a hint of uncertainly in her voice.

You tried to recall what she was talking about.

“You know, with the ‘oh you’re gorgeous darling’ and ‘why thank you take me home with you’,” You could tell she was trying to keep her tone light. You tried not to smile at her dedication to the character, even in a situation like this.

“That? Angela, she was showing me a bit,” you couldn’t help but smile now. “I—Wait, is that what this is about?”

“What a girl can’t kiss her girlfriend without having ulterior motives!” You raised an eyebrow at her and she looked down sheepishly. “Ok, fine maybe I was a little jealous.”

You marveled at the fact that Angela Giarratana was jealous. Because of you. You’d made her jealous. “Well, you don’t have to worry about anything. I love you, remember.”

“Yeah you do,” Angela waggled her eyebrows and leaned her head against your shoulder. You rolled your eyes at her—she was impossible—but you realized you were grinning.

“I love you more.”

You looked at her against you, this beautiful woman who cared so much about you, and kissed her. She kissed you back wrapping her hands around your neck.

“Thought you were afraid people will see us?” Angela mumbled against your lips.

“I don’t care,” and as you said it, you realized it was true. You didn’t need to wait for a “right time” to tell your friends about your relationship. “I don’t care if they find out.”

“Glad you felt that way, because if we didn’t tell them that hickey sure will.”

You looked down at your neck where a mark was already starting to form, evidence of Angela’s jealousy.

“Good, let them know I’m yours.”

“I like the sound of that,” Angela said, “Shall we?” She gestured to the doorway.

You nodded, taking her hand and walking into the next room and over to the center where all of the cast was mingling, taking advantage of the break.

When you towards them, all eyes eventually turned to you and Angela, settling on your interlocked fingers. Your friends traded looks.

Amanda spoke up first, “(Y/n)? Angela? You, and you?”

“And is that a hickey?”

“You wanna take this or should I?” Angela asked you, her eyes twinkling. Everyone stared at you and Angela, awaiting an explanation.

“Nothing much to tell, other than you all should know Angela’s a possessive, jealous—”

“Well if you’re not going to tell it right—” she interrupted loudly.

You looked at her, letting her know you were only teasing.

“Well, they always say actions speak louder than words,” you said before kissing her again. This time in front of everyone else. “Besides,” you whispered, only to her, your lips trailing down her jawline “it’s only fair if I return the favor and make you mine.”

“Oh, (Y/n), I’ve been yours for a while now.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this!! i have another angela x reader in the works so keep your eye out for that and as always feedback is always appreciated even negative i swear <3

#angela giarratana x reader #angela giarratana #smosh fanfiction #smosh imagine #smosh #amanda lehan canto #smosh pit #smosh squad #x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot

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