#annoying little shit you are about needing attention all the time. which the master is. perpetually.

[quietwingsinthesky]

oh my god the master would be the doctor’s little brother if they were siblings

[satorusdiary]

“You’re the boss’s girlfriend? he could do better..”

CEO!Toji Fushiguro x reader

Warnings: Slight angst, insecure reader, f!reader, smut, Megumi loves Toji’s girlfriend, cursing, humiliating, idk anything else

Summary: You start feeling insecure once Toji’s secretary makes a comment about you. Toji being the petty, but loving boyfriend he is, he makes you feel like your the most beautiful person living. In order to make you get rid of your insecurities, he fucks you in your guys shared bedroom, then he fires the lady who was being mean to his sweetheart the next day. <;33

Authors note: please don’t mind any errors, i’m too tired to edit😭

Something that you knew, that was obvious about Toji was that he was hot. He could pull anyone’s attention with no hesitation, hell without him even noticing.

Being the successful, hot CEO he is. He’s bound to catch attention from his workers of course. A certain secretary that doesn’t seem to leave him alone, always gets caught up on him.

“Hi! Umm.. is Toji available? I’d like to drop of his lunch which he forgot to bring along with him.” Your cheerful smile gets bigger when you step infront of the counter. Behind the counter was Toji’s secretary, who you didn’t know about until now.

The lady looks up at you with a bored but disgusted expression written all over her face, which makes your smile drop slightly. “He’s busy, now go? Your being a distraction right now.” Her monotone voice let out, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

‘I thought her job was to take in anyone who walks in the building,’ You sighed mentally to yourself. Her rude tone just made you feel like jumping over the counter and shoving the pen she was holding down her throat. But, being the good girl you were, you held yourself back.

You placed the bag of food on the counter, laying your arms down just so you could hold yourself up and look at the secretary with a straight face.

“I promise i won’t be long, i just need to drop off his food since his break is soon.” You checked the large clock that was hanging over the big long fireplace that was also in the main lobby.

She sits up from her seat and picks up the bag, tossing it in the trash that’s beside her, making you gasp. The lunch, which was Toji’s favorite was now in the trash. And she just threw it as if it was nothing, what’s wrong with her?!

“What the fuck.” You muttered. Your mouth was agaped opened as you looked at her with slight hurt in your e/c orbs.

“He’s busy! Just leave, your being an annoying pest right now. I don’t think he’d appreciate someone barging in just to give him food that probably tastes like shit.” She didn’t hesitate on criticizing you, and the food. It made your heart ache a little to be apart of someone disrespecting you.

“Excuse you! That someone is his girlfriend, are you stupid?” You cursed her out, going slightly over the counter to get up in her face which made her back up slightly.

She looked at you up and down, then chuckled. Soon that chucking became big time laughter.

“Your the boss’s girlfriend? He could do better… Honey have you seen all the women he’s been with? your nothing compared to them.” She laughs once more. Your face falls, this was a feeling you never enjoyed in your life.

The feeling of being insecure.

As of now, you’re sitting on your shared bed, in Toji’s penthouse. The mean words sticking to your mind as you question to yourself if you were enough for Toji. You let out a loud sigh and fell backwards onto the big fluffy pillow, then you rolled around onto your stomach and hugged the pillow. Letting your cheek lay against it aswell.

The large door leading into the bedroom from the master bedroom opened, lightly banging against the wall. You turned your head, not moving positions to see Toji with a towel around his waist, his hair still wet after leaving the shower.

He frowns noticing how you still looked upset, you’ve been like this ever since he came home! But yet, you wouldn’t tell him why you were feeling sad. Once you turn your head back at its original position, Toji makes his way over to you taking a seat on the bed beside you. He frowns even more when you turn your head away from him, not wanting to meet his gaze.

“Sweet girl, talk to me. What happened?” Toji mumbles out, taking his warm hand under your shirt to rub the skin of your back in a soothing manner. You shake your head and snuggle in deeper into your pillow.

“Don’t wanna.” You stated, the two words that were let out from your mouth were slightly jumbled since half of your face was glued onto the pillow.

Toji sighs and pulls up his boxers over his legs, then his shorts. His towel was thrown to the floor, as he makes his way to the other side of the bed to lay face to face with you. Before you could turn away this time, Toji cups your free side of the face and rubs the outside of your red, heated cheek.

“Ima ask you again, what’s wrong ma? You wasn’t in my office enjoying lunch, other than that you didn’t bring my lunch when i texted you i forgotten it. Now your in a gloomy mood, what’s wrong hm?” He hums.

“—‘s nothing toji, swear..” You mumbled against his hand.

He shakes his head and sits up from the bed, making you confused until he opens his arms. “Sit here, baby c’mon”

Slowly, you sit up and crawl onto his lap. Your face now buried into his neck with your arms wrapped tightly around him.

“Your secretary’s a mean, disrespectful, little bitch, Toji.” You mumbled against his hair catching him by surprise. The first full thing you’ve spoken to him about, ever since he’s gotten home was something so blunt.

Toji snickered at your pettiness. Making you scoff.

“You wanted me to speak and you laugh? The fucks wrong with you, get off me.” You try getting off of his lap, but the strength in his arm that kept you down on his lap prevented you from leaving.

“No-No, ‘m so sorry sweetheart. Didn’t mean to be rude, tell me about why you think that.” Toji coughs, then brings small lovingly kisses on the nape of your neck along up to your jaw.

“Your secretary, she was being rude when i asked to come see you.” You started off. Toji hummed, waiting for you to continue as he played with the ends of your hair, that was in a small ponytail.

“When i asked her again she threw away the lunch i was going to give you! Then she said i wasn’t good enough compared to the other women you’ve been with. I left the building, because i didn’t want to face you after.” You admitted and took a deep breath in, the burning sensation in your throat increasing as you tried slowing down your breaths.

Toji stopped and pulled away from you, to have a look at you face to face. “She did that?”

You nodded your head, knowing that if you were to say anything else you’d end up cracking your voice and start crying then and there.

“Oh baby..” Toji mumbled before pressing feathery kisses on your forehead, and on the top of your nose. The tone in his voice made you sob out, the feeling of not being enough for him continues, making you lowers head just so he wouldn’t witness you pathetically cry.

He props two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look up at him with tearful eyes. He brings his other hand and wipes away the remaining tears that kept falling out of your pretty eyes.

“Y’know love, you’re the prettiest girl alive. Any other woman from my past will never compare to you. I can’t do any better, when you more than better ‘sweet girl.” Toji spoke, placing his forehead against yours.

He brings your face closer to his, placing his lips on your soft. puffy lips. Obviously from crying. His hands begin roaming around your bare legs, no shorts on. Just your underwear, and his shirt over your torso to keep you warm.

As less tears fall out from your eyes, your arms wrap around Toji’s neck tighter. Your hands playing with his raven hair. Your head moving at a certain angle just so you could bring the kiss in deeper.

When he pulls away, he begins kissing your jaw line. His hands now roaming down to your ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing the living life out of it making you gasp.

“That bitch, swear’ knew she was trouble the second she walked in. ‘jus had to go and disrespect my baby and her wonderful cooking hm?” Toji hummed, sucking at the skin below your jaw.

“Don’t worry, i’ll deal with her for you tomorrow. How does that sound, ma?” He questions. A smile appears on your face, glossy eyes now closing at how big your smiling along with the nod you give him.

He brings his warm hands under the shirt you had stolen from his closet, and began massaging your breasts. Earning a big deep breath in from you.

"you are so beautiful, all for me. No one compares to you baby." he murmured, and you respond with a whimper, merely watching as Toji left a trail of wet kisses up your body. his hand came behind your neck to pull your head up, the other groping your breasts, pinching the buds.

Next thing you knew it, his muscular hands slide his shirt off of you, throwing it on the floor beside your bed. The cold air, now touching the softness of your skin making you whine.

Toji chuckles and brings a hand down to your clothes crotch, using two fingers to rub over your sopping pussy that was already wet. He could’ve sworn his dick twitched when your pussy reacted so well towards his fingers.

“T-Tojii.” You whine when he slips your panties to the side, and plays with the sensitive bud that made you even more wet. He slides his two fingers deep into your creamy cunt, hearing it squelch as he softly curls his big fingers upward to strike that area.

Toji furrows his brows, noticing how your legs begin trembling. The feeling of not being prepped, yet his fingers slipping into you like butter turned him on even more.

“oh fuckkk, ‘m gna cumm. Toji baby pleasee” You begged your boyfriend who’s as smirking, increasing his speed as he thrusted his fingers into you in a faster, but deeper pace.

“you wanna cum, pretty girl?” He questions, his thumb now teasing the bud on your cunt making you arch your back even more. Toji chuckles when you moan in response, making him bend over slightly and put a breast in his mouth. Sucking it eagerly. His tongue lapping over your nipple.

The moans that were being let out of your mouth only grew louder, With Toji pleasuring you both ways. You could’ve sworn you were going to break.

“Yes yes yes! Lemme cum, please please please!” You continued to beg. The burning sensation in your stomach continued to build up, begging to be released in a way you’ve never felt before.

Toji sucked in real hard before letting go with a wet 'pop.’ Your breast bounced at the recoil, with drops of his saliva falling down from your nipple.

“Fuck, cum. My beautiful girl.” He praises. A loud cry is let out of you, as you came all over his hand. Toji’s grin gets bigger when he watches you make a mess all over him, you hadn’t even notice that you have squirted. That was when you looked down to see a big wet mess on Toji’s lap, and his hand most importantly.

You looked at him embarrassed, with cheeks more red and heated as ever. You let out heavy breaths as you go through your after glow of having your first orgasm of the night.

“—‘m so sorry toji, didn’t mean to make a mess..” You stuttered not wanting your boyfriend to be upset at you. Toji only chuckled and shook his head, bringing his free dry hand to cup your face. He placed a kiss on your pouting lips, gently nibbling your bottom lip in a way that made you satisfied.

“don’t be sorry, now can you lay on your back please. Baby?” Toji asked you once more, making you nod your head obediently. You instantly got off his lap, and laid down, making sure to take off your soaking wet panties and throwing them off the bed.

Toji stood up, and took off his boxers. You sucked in a deep breath when you watched his cock bounce out freely, slapping his stomach. Though he didn’t notice it, but you had a small smirk on your face once you saw how rock hard it was.

He turned around to one of the dressers and opened the bottom drawer, that was specifically only for when you both got intimate. The only thing he got, was extra large condoms. It was a shame you weren’t on birth control anymore, the feeling of you getting filled up was something you both enjoyed.

Toji ripped of the packet with his teeth, taking out the condom and rolling it over his cock. The erection was really hard, it almost hurt.

“Please Toji, put it in me.” Doe eyes looked up at Toji’s green orbs, making a new feeling of lust appear in his body.

In an instant he’s on top of you, holding his cock against your weeping cunt. Just begging for him to be inside you, to ruin you, to make you forget about all of your insecurities.

The feeling was euphoric. The way he kissed his way up your body, ending at your lips and slipping his tongue inside. Both of your tongues swirling against each other, occasionally he would suck on it and whisper praises towards you. Making butterflies tickle your stomach.

Before you knew it, he began sinking his cock into you. There was a muffled moan that was let out of you, the stretch was almost too good to be true.

The lewd noises of your cunt squelching can be heard from all around the room. Carefully, he pushes himself inside you. His hands on both sides of your hips as he gets inside deeper.

Once he's fully inside he places his hand above your stomach to feel himself inside you. You were basically suffocating his cock inside of you from your squeezing, it made him close his eyes for a slight second to adjust to your feeling.

You placed your hand on his arm, rubbing it up and down and looked at him with doe eyes. "Tojii, move please." You beg. The feeling of him just cock warming you wasn't enough for your pleasure.

"you asked for this 'mama no going back now." He began thrusting into you in and out, in a harsh and fast manner. Your eyes began fluttering in arousal  as your clung to his arms.

As his thrusts grew louder, so did your moans. You gripped around his neck as he moved inside of you. The headboard banged violently against the wall making a harsh noise that you knew the neighbors wouldn't enjoy as Toji continued to push his big cock into you harshly.

Toji began to rock faster inside of you, observing the ways your eyes fluttered and threatened to roll back as he thrusted into your g-spot which made you moan louder than ever. he pulled himself out of you, only to reinsert himself so you felt full once again as he made you adjust to his own size as you continued to cry out his name over and over.

Tears began escaping your e/c orbs. The wet substance began falling onto the bedsheets making Toji bend down to kiss your tears away. "You’re pretty when you cry." He complimented, continuing on to kiss your face and your tears.

You let out a sob, but it only made him want to fuck you harder. Toji brought your legs onto his shoulders, pretty tears ran down your cheeks as you felt his big fat cock sliding so deep inside your poor cunt.

He continued to roll his hips into yours in a fast pace. He abused your used hole in ways he has never before making a new feeling appear in your stomach. The bubble that was forming was just begging to be released. When his cock twitched inside of you, it made it worse for you.

"Look how deep i am inside you, baby." He cooed making your hand press against your stomach. You looked at him surprised as you felt his cock move inside your stomach. The feeling was almost too much to bear for you body.

He felt pleased that he had caused you to see stars as he watched your breasts bounce with each violent thrust he made. Toji continued to pound into you; you could hear your flesh slapping and hearing a mild squelching. As he continued to pound into you, you moaned out his name while holding onto him.

He groaned each time you clenched around him as he pulled away from you and then pushed himself back in. He halted the pulling and started to set a rough pace once more. Toji proceeded to exploit your sweet spots, and you felt ecstasy take over your body.

"—'m gonna cumm" you moaned outloud into Toji’s ear when you pulled him closer to you. Your bodies were hot, closed together as the intimate feeling continued on.

"Cum for me, y/n, good girl..." He groaned when he came inside the condom at the same time. His hand slipped down between your legs, rubbing your abused little puffy clit, making you cry out more from the pleasure.

“lo-love you s’much Toji, thank you.” You cried out whilst cumming. A white, gooey ring appear above the condoms on Toji’s cock making him hum in satisfaction, bringing his forehead down to yours, placing soft lil kisses on your pretty face.

“Love you more, baby. You’re so perfect, all beautiful just for me. Don’t care what anyone tells me, or you.” He reassures you. Deep breaths being felt against you as you tried collecting your breath.

He was still buried deep inside of you. Thrusting in slightly as he calmed down from his high. You watched as he slowly pulled his cock out of your entrance, you hissed from the the overstimulation that over came inside your body.

He rubbed your thighs, muttered an apology while looking at your bruised, marked body. His chest burns with pride, once again claiming you as his.

After a few minutes of laying on each other Toji helps you put on a shirt that he took from his part of the closet. Admiring how beautiful you looked in his clothes.

The feelings of insecurity for you disappeared out of your mind, thanks to being trapped in the warmth of your boyfriend. All your troubles go away.

You were going to drift off to sleep until a few small knocks were heard from the entrance of the bedroom door, slightly startling you as you flinched under the blankets. Toji, who was under you rubbed your arm up and down.

You sat up from his chest and watched as the door opened, revealing a tired Megumi holding his baby bottle, and his blanket.

“M-Mommy?” Megumi mumbles out, not acknowledging his father whilst rubbing his eyes with his tiny hands. Your heart beats faster as you look at Toji’s son in awe.

“Gumi! I’m so sorry baby, did we wake you?” You frowned and carefully got out of bed, leaving behind a upset and now lonely Toji in bed, who watches his girlfriend ogle over his son.

“I-I heard screaming from you. A-Are you okay mommy? Did father hurt you?”

The sudden questions make you lightly laugh. You sit on the edge of the bed with Megumi on your lap as you rub his back, shaking your head.

“No baby, your father didn’t hurt me. We were just play fighting that’s all.” You smile and kiss his forehead. Toji huffs and lays in bed, frustrated at how most of his warmth was missing. Toji couldn’t deny it, but the way that his son starts calling you mommy just makes his heart warm up even more. Even if he didn’t like him as much.

You rolled your eyes at his sassyness, and continued cradling Megumi in your arms.

“Can i sleep on your side tonight mommy?” He asks. You nod your head with no hesitation, making Megumi give a cheerful smile which shows his incoming teeth coming in.

The both of you get tucked into bed, as quick as that Megumi drifts off to sleep beside you on your side of bed. You sigh in relief, turning to your side to look at Toji who was on his phone, leaning against the head board.

Your arm was wrapped around his waist, dropping your head against his chest making him stop whatever he was doing to look at you.

“mmm, love you Toji s’much, g’night.” You slide against his broad chest. He knows he can’t stay mad at you for giving all your attention to his son.

He kisses your forehead, brushing the hair out of your face. Then he leans over to kiss Megumis forehead, before turning off the only light that was on in the bedroom that was on top of the nightstand beside him.

“G’night, baby i love you more.”

The next day, Toji shows up to work early. Obvious to him, his secretary Yuki’s early as-well. She’s sitting at the front desk, sending small glances towards Toji who was just staying in the lobby to wait for a few of his colleagues, or for someone special, who knows.

After about 10 minutes or 15, you show up in the building with a tote bag over your shoulder. The bag was filled with d food, this time it wouldn’t be trashed like it was yesterday.

Yuki pretends to not notice you both, but the ache in her heart tells her other wise when she was able to see Toji pull you in a tight hug. Along with a kiss on your forehead, and your lips.

She sighs in relief once the both of you make your way down the hallway, towards the elevator. That’s when Toji stops in his tracks along with you by his side, with his arm around you tightly.

“Yuki?” Toji turns his head slightly to look at his secretary who instantly fixes herself, brushing her hair with her fingers as she sends him a smile making you gag.

“Yes Toji-san?”

“You’re fired, pack up your things. I want you out of here immediately.” Toji glares at the woman. Her face drops at the sudden news.

“W-What?!” She cries out.

“Oh, and apologize to my wife while your at it. Can’t have you leaving without apologizing for disrespecting her. Tch, actin like your better then her is fucking embarrassing.”

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

[kikitakite]

I saw your callout in the Gale tag for that one user (no comment on them, tho ty for the callout bc i'd seen them in the notes of my fics) and was curious if you could elaborate on some of the Mystra incidents you described towards the end of the post? I'm new to the lore of the setting and find it hard to research (which makes sense given its importance to dnd), so I've heard a lot of conflicting things about Mystra's portrayal in the wider series. No pressure, obviously!

No problem! And yea, I've seen her arguing in the posts of a few people I follow or just Gale-related posts I find interesting. Usually I don't get involved in stuff like this, but I noticed a constant pattern and then all the homophobic shit so I went off a little.

Unfortunately it's hard to find exact examples of the Mystra lore because certain modules aren't very popular or even free to access, but if you're interested the best way to learn about her is by reading the Elminster novels. There's twelve total, dating all the way back to 1994, and they detail Elminster's adventures. I'll be honest though, some of them are a hard read and written through the lens of a man who's admitted very creative, but also has a lot of problematic ideas.

In the first book Elminster is a child. His entire town gets wiped out by mages, thereby making him hostile toward magic. He sneaks into Mystra's temple to deface her statue one night, but she appears before him and basically gaslights him into learning magic and becoming her rare Chosen. He becomes a wizard and cleric basically overnight, until eventually he multiclasses into pretty much every class type in DnD. As you can imagine a lot of players aren't too fond of Elminster, as he's a well known self-insert of the author and pretty annoying to run into during campaigns. None of my dungeon masters like him anyway.

He also becomes one of Mystra's most loyal followers, but she fucks with him over and over, turning him into a woman to teach him a lesson and SLEEPING with him in that form, berating him when he struggles with the torture he endures when he gets stuck in the hells, making him reproduce without his knowledge and getting jealous when he gives his partners more attention. Because she's a very jealous goddess, which I think the game vaguely touches on but not really.

I wish I had the time to flip through all the novels and give exact citations but the best I can do is suggest them, because they're so eye opening. She's considered a neutral good goddess, but neutral gods often do terrible things for the sake of their domain. I think it needs to be noted that Mystra, as with all gods in the pantheon, only cares about her portfolio. She isn't wrong for that, but it doesn't mean she's blameless when she messes with people's lives. She's done a lot of good but she's also made horrible decisions, especially where her followers are concerned.

For example, Elminster having children he doesn't know about. He has a daughter named Narnra. Her conception was... pretty fucked up. Basically a song dragon named Ammaratha Cyndusk was an occasional lover of Elminster's (he has a lot of those because of course he does) and she wanted to bear his child, but since he's a Chosen of Mystra he can control his fertility. Magic birth control, basically. He didn't want a kid so Ammaratha went behind his back to learn a counterspell that would make him fertile during sex. The man she asked refused to teach her because...duh that's messed up, but then Mystra intervened and told him to teach her the spell because she wanted Elminster's "seed to spread". Ammaratha never told him and neither did Mystra. No matter what the reasons, that was NOT consensual on Elminster's part, and it happened two more times, resulting in two more daughters with different women. If I remember correctly Elminster did eventually find out waaaaay later when they were all adults, but it never amounted to anything.

The sisters I was taking about are the Seven Sisters, Mystra's "daughters". And I put "daughters" in quotations because Mystra possessed the body of a woman named Elué and impregnated her without her consent. She slept with the woman's husband (again, while possessing her body) and made them sire seven children. This of course lead to Elué's death because the constant flow of magic in her body was too much for her to handle. Her grieving husband broke after she died and eventually left, abandoning his daughters and earning Mystra's scorn...as if he was in the wrong. The sisters were then orphaned and raised by foster families.

That said, most of the awful things anyone can say about Mystra were the doings of her previous incarnations so ultimately it doesn't apply to the Mystra of BG3. In fact, this third Mystra is supposed to be a new and improved goddess who's nicer to her followers. So her portrayal in BG3 annoyed a lot of DnD fans. I should also point out that Mystra has two types of fans: ones who will defend everything she does, even when it's fucked up beyond all comprehension, and the ones who will tell you she's a true neutral goddess capable of good and bad. I'm the latter. There are plenty examples of Mystra sticking her neck out for innocents, but there's also examples of her doing the most horrendous shit imaginable.

A lot of veteran players, at least the ones I know, are upset with the portrayal of Mystra in BG3 because her plan to end the Absolute is, quite frankly, stupid. Your party is the best chance anyone has of ending the threat, but she asks Gale to nuke himself and possibly tens of thousands, which makes no sense because she could've just sent her mages/clerics to deal with the problem. And there was no guarantee the bomb would've worked anyway. She put all the responsibility on one man and it DEFINITELY comes off as vindictive. That isn't out if character for her but she's not SUPPOSED to be that bad anymore. For a lot of DnD players it felt like she was reverting back to her old habits.

I think there's also a part in the game where you can directly ask Gale why she doesn't just blip the Absolute out of existence and he says something like, "She could but Ao won't allow it." That was also really strange for a lot of veteran players to hear because Gale drops Ao's name like it's nothing. Most people (especially if they're new to the franchise) wouldn't know this but most people in Faerûn don't know who Ao is! Because he wiped people's memories of his existence! I suppose it does make sense for Gale to know that name, since Mystra probably explained the pantheon to him, but it's VERY unlikely tav would know it. So during that conversation all I could picture was tav tilting their head like, "Huh? Who? Whaaa?"

And on top of that......Ao absolutely WOULD allow it because the Absolute effects the Weave and every other god! It had the potential to ruin the balance of the universe, which makes Ao a very angry boy. Balance is one of the ONLY things he cares about. The Dead Three were stealing souls and worshippers, which gods needs to survive, and dying gods disrupts the balance. It's a whole circle of chaos. So the only conclusion left for me to extrapolate is this: Mystra just really, really wanted Gale to kill himself to prove his devotion to her. Which...isn't great. Bad look for her.

It's kind of like how Raphael thinks the Crown of Karsus is going to help him end the Blood War and take over the hells. DnD players laughed during his epilogue because...no it won't lol. He doesn't stand a chance even with the crown. He's arrogant and he's gonna get slapped by his daddy and all the other archdevils, the same way Gale gets slapped by Mystra if he ascends. Even the Absolute ending of the game wouldn't last long because the gods would go to war with the Dead Three, wipe them out and rebuild Faerûn, which has happened many times in past DnD campaigns. Mystra alone has torn worlds apart and glued them back together. The main crisis of BG3 is saving the world you live in or everybody dies. For the gods it's just a Tuesday. I mean look at how Withers owns the Dead Three with a wave of his hand at the end of the game. Mystra COULD'VE killed the Absolute, just as she could've removed the orb from Gale's chest the moment it happened. She just didn't WANT to. She wanted him to die. She wanted him to chastise himself. She wanted him to suffer and come crawling back to her as an obedient follower. She wanted him to learn a harsh and honestly unfair lesson, which is a terrible throwback to her previous incarnations.

[fraugwinska]

DoubleTrouble No. 2 - Missionary Impossible

Yes, we did Team up again - the wonderful @macabr3-barbi3 and my humble self wrote another DoubleTrouble fic, based of a hilarious FranticFanfic game result (If you are a writer and have some friends who also indulge in fanfiction, check the game out: www.franaticfanfic.com - Your throat will hate you but the laughter makes it worth it!)

This time we give all of you Vox Lovers a real Treat! Mine is the Readers POV, while Barbie provided Vox's POV - get the TV's dirty version right here.

And now, without further ado:

Explicit Sexual content - Minors DNI - 18+ - 6.5k words

You had to admit: Breaking into Lucifer’s personal vault was your boldest and most impressive job yet. You had your concerns - normally you didn’t take jobs that seemed too shady or downright wrong to you - but you didn’t steal anything powerful, just a bottle of his vanished wife’s perfume. You shake your head at the memory. Most certainly one of her many, still very active superfans, kind of icky to be honest. But money talks, and boy did that client talk.

The only downside had been that for the first time, the 666 Evening News had a picture of you.

Granted, blurry, obstructed and absolutely not usable at all - but it still irked you to no end. They didn’t call you the ‘Traceless Thief’ for nothing.

But even though no one was more the wiser about your identity, even though Lucifer begrudgingly stopped looking for witnesses, even though the gossip on the streets about speculations who the Traceless Thief could’ve been died down - ever since that night, you felt like you were being watched.

The next jobs you take go without news coverage and media attention, and yet, you grow more and more paranoid. Hell has many eyes - figuratively and literally - and you feel them all on you. But there is work to be done and a living to be earned - and the tiny alibi antique bookshop you keep definitely doesn’t provide. No one sane wants old shit in hell - and the rare specimens that do and visit the dingy little space under your apartment come and go, disappointed in the stock you barely keep.

Which is fine by you - you only really need it for one thing. The PO Box.

The wonderfully boring, uninteresting PO Box of the ‘Dusty Pages’ bookshop was your portal to the real money. Hell had become a lot better the day you mastered the powers the underworld granted you: No physical barrier could contain you. Being intangible granted you freedom, and to return to the profession you were best in: Stealing Shit.

Of course, noble causes like overturning corrupt governments by breaking into officials homes and publishing their many crimes was still stealing, if you ask heaven that is, and it landed you in hell. You gave up being salty about it, and made the best out of the situation.

“Hey Frankie. How’s the wife?” The post office clerk, a grumpy looking crocodile in an ill-fitting checkered suit huffs.

“Still fucking annoying, as always. Each day I’m getting closer to bribing an exterminator to kill the bitch just to shut her up for good.”

You chuckled, leaning on the counter and tapping your fingers on the scratched wood.

“Aw, did you burn the meatloaf again? You know Alice hates that.” Frankie gives you an exasperated look, which you meet with a mocking grin.

“You want something? Except for getting on my nerves?”

You shrug, twirling a tiny key on a string around your finger. Frankie, and by proxy Alice too, were parts of your harmless, boring, inconspicuous appearance. Just a normal young sinner, just a normal errand to run, keeping normal small talk with the clerks.

“Just checking my PO Box. I’m waiting on a few rare books I ordered to restock.”

“Uh-huh. Tell someone who gives a shit.”

The crocodile turns away, adjusting his small, round reading glasses and eager to ignore you. Perfect.

“Always nice to chat with you, Frankie.” you say and saunter over to the little door with the number 13. The quiet click always sounds satisfyingly like a little exclamation of joy and like cashflow, and under the ‘Old Crap & Thingamajigs’ catalog you found what you were hoping for. A thick envelope and a letter - new jetstream-bathtub, here you come.

God, why were the VoxTech maintenance uniforms so fucking skimpy?

You grumble silently, cursing yourself that you haven’t grabbed the male one. But that would’ve been suspicious, and you couldn’t afford to be suspicious today. Not if you want to get the job done and live to tell the tale. 

The Vee Tower is full of cameras, hundreds of tiny, red blinking lights next to crystal clear lenses, and dead spots were hard to find and a rare occasion. So, when you couldn’t shift through the walls, you had to look like you belonged. And apparently, a fucking laced, black mini-skirt and a top with puffy sleeves that looked more like a fetish bralette was what it took to ‘belong’. The whole point was blending in, not being remembered - and all the female employees from cleanup and maintenance looked the exact same as you. So, unless one was walking around with a bag full of personnel files on hand, you looked like anyone else on this floor.

You stepped into the elevator, the keycard your client had sent you along with the money and initial job offer in hand. Wherever that person got those precious credentials, you were grateful for them because it gave you an easy way to bypass all the layers of security that VoxTech imposed. All that hassle for an incriminating photo.

You sighed when you pressed the button to floor 66, where the CEO of VoxTech enterprises had his private apartment. Vox.

The name was even more intimidating than Lucifer's to you. While the king of hell was aloof, inactive, disinterested in the ongoings of hell, Vox was the absolute opposite. He knew every little secret. VoxTech had millions of eyes and ears. It was a well known fact that he kept his all-seeing spycams on the whole pentagram and his pliant audience in his steely grasp. Always on top of the times, on top of the news, on top of the sales and on top of any business, shady or not, in hell. In the eyes of the citizens of the Pride Ring, Vox and his partners Valentino and Vevette owned practically everything. He had the largest audience in the history of hell, the sharpest wit and the keenest, calculating eye on the prize - a charming manipulator that was considered very much dangerous and not to be underestimated. Which is why you had to plan your gig for a time you were certain he wasn't around.

A shame really - you couldn’t deny, despite his ruthlessness and questionable business practices with which he had built his empire, you kind of admired the self-made TV-demon that rose to overlord status and made quite a big name for himself in stellar time. That, and he was nice to look at too, even with a flatscreen for a head. Oh well.

The ding of the elevator brought you back to the job at hand, and with confident steps, you glanced up and down the corridor. There were a few cameras pointed to the apartment door, but you found a dead spot not far off, and with a content smile, you walked over as if to inspect the carpet, just to shift as you were out of the camera's angle, your body transpiring through the wall, and with a quiet thud, you were inside.

That was the moment the lights went out.

A power outage was the last thing you had expected - in the Vee Tower of all places. The one place in hell that burst with electricity, and you would laugh at the irony if you weren't so tense. The timing is suspicious,and with a beating heart you shuffle forward, trying to phase through the nearest wall.

What the fuck?

You furrow your brows and huff, irritated. The wall is - well, a wall, and while that was a normal state for others, for you? Unimaginable. Your hands are resting against the concrete and steel, normally easy peasy to walk through. But you feel the hardness under your fingertips, much more intense than it should and almost stinging.

Conventional route it is, then, you think begrudgingly and slowly make your way through the corridor, listening into the stillness of the apartment. The corridor led into a spacious living room - flat, modern couches that screamed money and luxury arranged in a half circle, surrounded by various screens, all turned off. In the middle you see the outlines of a metallic, lavish coffee table, empty and clean like in a catalog. It was the kind of space that wasn’t really meant to be lived in, but to show just how much you had that you didn’t really need. A show.

You scanned the room. There was an open arch leading into a kitchen - also polished and top notch empty, not the cluttered mess you had in your apartment - and a closed, narrow door, likely a storage room. But at the opposite end of it, you see a faint, blue stripe of light, teal blue, luring you towards it. A night light maybe, or some indirect mood lighting shit that was all the rage since LED’s hit the Pentagram a few years ago, shining through a cracked door. Intentionally inconspicuous, your brain whispers, but anything was better than the dim darkness you were stumbling in now. 

When you reach the glowing gap and peek cautiously into the adjacent room, one hand almost on the handle, a groan makes you freeze before you could register what you are looking at.

Oh satan.

Vox.

A LOT of Vox.

The overlord was fucking home, and not just that. In his bedroom - your target location - naked, an impressive and glowing cock in hand, working himself in a way he would definitely not appreciate anyone seeing him in. You felt your neck and cheeks flush with heat - another thing you did not expect nor calculate for. But you can’t look away - as surreal and absolutely dangerous this situation is - his deliciously large hands and the sheer sight of his luminous length glistening with precum as he strokes himself cuts your breath short with highly inappropriate lust. The screen in front of him was bright, and for a moment, you were so enraptured with him that you didn’t recognize the silhouette he was pumping himself to.

You.

It’s you.

In this ridiculous maid costume that was unconsciously riding up your ass, sneaking through the corridor, not even half a minute ago. With growing horror you watch yourself taking tentative steps through the living room, the you on the screen hesitating before deciding to move to the left, one arm reaching out to a cracked open door.

“Fuck, yes.”

The words were barely said when your brain kickstarts.

Fuck, no.

He knew. He knew you were here.

In a flight of panic, you bolted for the corridor, back to the door, back to the safety of not-fucking-here, but you couldn’t even make four steps before your wrists were bound by cables shooting out of the walls surrounding you. You ready yourself to slip through them, but again, your powers leave you high and dry again. Helpless, you back away into the nearest wall, and the door opens fully, with the TV demon standing in the frame. Tall, intimidating even butt-fucking-naked, and a cocky smile on his HD face.

“Hello, my dear,” he almost coos and takes a few steps towards you as you writhe in the restrictions, desperately trying to slip out and get the fuck away. “I’m so glad you got my invitation!”

“Invitation?” That makes you still against the cables, your eyes darting over his face, confused. What the hell does that mean? You weren’t invited, you had a job to... Oh. Oh shit.

“You’re the client?”

His face was answer enough, and you would have slapped yourself for your stupidity if he hadn't had you in an iron grip. A loud game-show ding startles you back into the here and now, he was so much closer than before…

“Sure thing, doll! How else was I supposed to catch a slippery little thing like you without scaring you off?”

He traces his fingers down your cheek, his tips sparking with static electricity. How fucked up are you that this turns you on? Not being able to suppress the need to glance at his still shining and ripped cock again, you swallow hard. Where is your sense of self-preservation? Apparently left outside of this apartment, along with your usual foresight and dignity.

Cables wrap around your thighs and with a yelp you feel yourself getting lifted, legs parted by the wires. You almost topple over but are caught by his hands on your arms and faced with a smirk when you press your back into the wall, stabilizing yourself with a reddened face.

“Those didn’t come with the uniform,” He has the audacity to wink at you, nudging to the black lace panties you wear - excuse a girl for not wearing granny panties in the workplace - and you want to retort something snarky to him, when he looks at you that way. 

Within a moment, you realize two things.

Firstly, with the way he was roaming your body, his eyes lingering not only on your face, but your tits and the flimsy underwear concealing your very obvious wet arousal - you were fucked one way or the other. Which should’ve terrified you. Emphasis on ‘should’.

Because the other thing was, that even though he had bound you, even though you were at the mercy of this powerful sinner who tricked and trapped you here, rendering your power useless with whatever-the-fuck… he didn’t seem malicious, but rather… curious? Fascinated? Playful? You can’t really pinpoint it, but something tells you that - if you play your cards right - you might get more out of this make-pretend job than a jetstream-bathtub and hopefully all your limbs intact. And most importantly - you have nothing to lose.

“They're from my personal collection - lucky coincidence that they match the overall vibe of your staff's... uniform." It takes a lot to steady your voice as you talk, with the way his clawed hands run along the insides of your legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

He cocks his brow, as if he's pleasantly surprised, and licks his lips before he answers, his voice sultry and dripping of sexual tension.

"Mh... Luck favors the prepared, I always say. Oh, and speaking of slippery and prepared, sweetheart..."

You gasp as you feel the soft fabric being pushed aside and long fingers running lightly through your drenched folds. Fuck, you can already tell just how skilled those fingers must be. How great they'd feel deep inside you. Involuntarily, you buck your hips to guide them to where you wanted them most - onto your clit and burrowed to his knuckles - the desperation just dripping from you as he chuckles and lets his thumb glide over the throbbing pearl teasingly teasingly as he pushes one of his digits in. Your head rolls against the wall behind you with a needy moan escaping your lips and you have to bite them to stay focussed for what you were about to do.

"What a sight. You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment, doll, seeing you all desperate and fucking..."

The rest of his sentence died in his throat, replaced by a low, long and stuttering moan. Half shocked, half aroused, he looked down to his throbbing cock, then his head snapped up to you, grinning down on him. You moved your hips again, grinding down on his unmoving fingers, frozen in place at his confusion, confirming your suspicion that he didn't know about your other power. Not as strong as your intangibility, sure, but strong enough for him to feel - and see - the ghostly hand you envisioned around his dick, continuing what he started, pumping him in leisurely, slow strokes. 

"Didn't know about that move, doll." His hand comes alive again, and even though his voice glitches a bit he adds another one, much more tenderly and almost softly, properly prepping you. And judging by the circumference of the cock you feel through your spectral hand, it was more than precaution, but nothing less than a mercy. Mercy you were ready to beg for, given his thumb would continue the delicious circles it drew, just the right pressure, just the right pace to push you near the edge without tipping you over it.

"You're just a whole mystery, huh?"

Now fairly certain your head wouldn't roll at the end of this encounter, you let your last reservations slide. It has been too long since you were in the hands of a skilled lover, one that didn't disappoint, that didn't come too soon or drilled amateurishly into you in search for the g-spot they never found. This one knew what he was doing, finally, and by satan you wouldn't waste this opportunity. Make it a night to remember, and who knows? If you fuck his brains out, maybe he'd be knocked out long enough after for you to make a quick and easy exit. You imagined the spectre hand to twist, its thumb mapping the soft ridges around the crown. That seems to do the trick for Vox, and the look he shoots you deeply satisfies. "Fuck me, that's good."

Playing into this sentiment, you didn’t stifle the moans his damn fingers stroke out of you, the way they glide in and out, pressure on all the right marks without fail is too good to hold back. Your skin felt on fire, even without him touching anything but your pussy, and you felt no energy left to care that your clothes - if you would call them that - seemed to fall apart on your body, skirt pushed up to your waist, top loose around your shoulders and almost down enough to let your boobs fall out. You must look a mess, but then again the overlord didn’t seem to mind - quite the contrary. He looked outright hungry, eyes glitching occasionally with a particular squeeze of your hand or a poignant lustful moan from your lips.

“Do you have to concentrate to do that?”

“A little.”

His fingers hitting that one sweet spot inside you, cutting any other, more elaborate explanation short. Fucking hell, that you had to get tricked and trapped by an overlord to find a man that doesn’t think ‘foreplay’ is the interview before a soccer game was a fucking travesty. Grateful for that fact you withdraw from your own pleasure and decided to reward him, regaining your concentration enough to imagine a second hand to pay attention to the firm, very plump balls of his, rolling them in its palm and giving them a gentle, tentative squeeze.

“Cool party trick though, isn’t it?”

As if you challenged him, there’s a subtle change in his demeanor - his eyes more inquisitive, his fingers more eager and fervent, and a third one joined the others, stretching you oh-so-deliciously. For a moment you think you’d lose control, the ghost hands flickering before you got a grip on them again, determined to not tip the scales so soon. But you had to admit - it was tempting, to give into this implied command: Submit, let me take care of you, let me fuck you dumb.  

Little did he know, you were all about equality - or nothing at all. And if he was allowed to plow you with three fingers, surely he couldn’t protest against a third hand.

You weren’t sure how you’d manage it… the power was new, still waiting to be mastered, but you willed a third hand into reality, joining the one on his balls, softly working their way down and massaging his perineum. It strained you to no end, operating the conjured hands while Vox was adamant to make you cum on his fingers alone, but with how the cables shook and loosened around you, you were fairly certain it was enough to show him you meant business, your message clear: If anything, baby, we will fuck each other dumb. 

You watch with almost painful arousal how his screen flashes from the three-way-stimulation, his teeth slightly baring from the sensation but without losing his cocky smirk, as if to show his resilience.

"You'd be the life of any party I know, sugar, if you can pull shit like this out your sleeve."

With a wince from you, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you gaping, empty and fucking whining at the loss, eyes sharp and with a dangerous glint in them. "But you're not the only one with a few secret talents."

He kneels down then, opens his mouth, and you can't believe your eyes as a thick, long, very analog blue tongue unfolds and licks his lips hungrily and almost impatiently. A hand around each thigh spreading you almost impossibly wide, the hot breath feels chilling against your slick opening, and a brush of the tip of his tongue on your swollen clit makes your toes curl and your muscles tense with expectation. Your gaze, locked with his, breaks only when your head throws back and you moan out his name as he truly begins to eat you out. 

No teasing or games, no building up the tension - it's unmerciful, frenetic, his tongue alternately flickering on your clit with its pointed tip and pushing deep into your core with an almost unbearable thickness until there was no space left to be filled, tasting every little centimeter inside. Instinctively, your real hands twitch in their restraints, wanting to reach out, grab his head, the frame of his screen, fucking anything really just to have something of him to hold onto and push. Your hips can't hold still, but he made sure not to lose an inch as his hands gripped your ass down and into him as if he heard your thoughts, drawing you deeper into his maw as he devours you. Your spirit hands fade in and out, your mind unable to keep them steadily corporeal - he was too good, his tongue was too good, not once did his rhythm falter nor the damn thing slow down, giving you no chance to collect yourself.

Finally - oh god finally - his cables loosened enough for you to dart your hands towards him, finding a saving anchor on his arms. You literally felt like you were drowning - wet and out of breath, senses fogged by that wonderfully violent tongue swiping and licking and prodding and fucking pulsing. When he hummed into your cunt, all dams broke, and you could only stutter “fuck, cumming - oh my God-” before you snapped and you fell into the depths of your orgasm.

Whatever prick, mouth or fingers you had on and in you before - this erased them all. Never before felt your head so light, your cunt so heavy and hell so divine.

His relentless licks make you mewl with every stroke as he rides you through your high, but he just doesn’t stop. Greedy, rawing your abused cunt to a point where moans turn into almost pained whimpers and your body twitches and squirms, begging for him to relent.

Mercifully he understands, and when he stands up, you only passingly realize with a pang of bad conscience that your spectre limbs have dissipated somewhere along the line, leaving him high and dry - only metaphorically, because his cock was soaked in leaking cum.

He hooks your legs over his arm, his other snaking around your waist to lift you from the wall, and you made no motion to resist it, being that the prospect of his soft sheets on his bed were much more preferable than color-coated concrete on your back. The short walk over feels like the eye of the storm - a short illusion of a safe space, and you use it to assess the damage.

For one - the ‘clothes’ you wore were useless now, they did nothing clothes were supposed to do - The sleeves were half-ripped from the bralette, hanging by a thread, and the top itself so far down your tits were fully out, nipples dark and flushed, while the skirt was nothing more than a drape at this point, hiding the mess on your thighs and reddened, puffed lips.

Then you look up through your lashes, up to the best lay you ever had, down below as well as up above. You should plan your escape, should use the time you had now to calculate what to do to get the fuck out while you could - Instead your horny little fucked-up brain was busy imagining how you could draw this out, make him so pussydrunk he’d send another decoy job weekly, just so you could return to that magic tongue again and again.

You were right. The sheets felt soft and obscenely expensive. You spread your fingers, the only real motion you were still able to make for now, taking his roaming gaze and the appreciative expression on his screen as a badge of honor. Your senses tingled, and you blinked one, two times, listening into your powers. The walls of his apartment were prepped by him to prevent you from leaving - electricity most likely, something intangible itself - but the ceiling and floors weren’t.

“Got another round in you, baby?”

You look up to him as he wraps your legs around his waist,lining himself up to you, tip ready and loaded. But he doesn’t push in. He waits, and you could cry as he does so.

Fucking hell, the ruthless media overlord half of hell fears to the point they piss themselves is waiting for your consent.

It’s this unexpected, contradictory duality that draws your lips into a smile. Trapping you in his territory, able to kill you with his goddamn pinkie, and yet the only thing he does is make you cum on his mouth and wait for a ‘yes’ to fuck you mindless - how could you not fall for that? Even more, how could you not test your luck with that?

With regained strength you reach for his dick, fingers wrapping firmly around his girthy base. His body follows your gentle guidance, and he lets himself glide into your ready heat with a groan that sends a shiver down your spine - such an earnest sound it makes you want to return the favor tenfold. And you just knew the way you could.

“You don’t need to worry about my stamina,” Voice like honey, you refocus your mind, visualizing the wicked idea that had entered your mind.

A soft hand. Long, flexible fingers, slick and smooth and ready. It formed as you thought it, stroking the cleft of his ass, halting at the tight ring of muscle it found, testing his reaction with a teasing, light press against his opening.

The reaction was priceless. Face glitching, hips jerking violently forward into you as its fingers pass his entrance and slide into him, coming to a halt at that one, very sensitive spot. His breath is ragged and eyes fucking wild, but the way he bends down, gripping your hands to entangle them with yours and pressing as much midnight-blue skin against yours tells you that he doesn’t exactly hate it.

“Worry about your own,” you whisper against the skin of his chest, grinning at the way he shudders at the sultry tone of your voice and the challenging eyes of yours, hilted in your pussy still, taking the ghostly fingers like a good boy.

“Whatever you did to your apartment, you only did it to the walls - the floor is fair game - ah fuck-”

He found some of his senses back, his thrust surprising your nerves with a sudden jolt of electricity - added by him or imagined by you, you can’t tell. He fills you so perfectly, as if molded just for you, big and hard and absolutely sublime, and when he brings his knees up more and bends you at the waist he manages to push in even deeper, pounding almost at your cervix with increasingly feverish, tough thrusts. Again, he wanted to break your concentration, but this time, you were prepared. You let your body do what you trained it to do - it goes hazy, misty, almost translucent in a blue-ish hue, revealing the vision of his buried prick deep inside you, teal glow in navy mist, before you solidify again and find the strength to grin up at him.

“If you cum before I do, I’m out of here.”

There was a wicked glint on that screen of his, and he upped the pace of his snapping hips, pressing you deeper into the mattress.

"Guess you'll have to move in then, baby." His voice sounds almost distorted, his body starts to spark with fizzing bolts of electric energy, and when he grips the headboard with one hand to gain more momentum to fuck even faster and stronger into you, you almost want to take him up on that quip, convinced his apartment was equipped with more than just a boring jetstream hot tub.

Your spirit fingers stroke in a come-hither motion over his prostate, over and over, varying in pressure, intensity and speed, and each swipe makes him moan a little louder, driving his dick a little deeper into you. It's becoming a race towards a finish line none of you wanted to get to in the first place, a fight of wills and bodies, pushing you to your limits judging by the way your oversensitive pussy clenches, begging for release once more. But by Satan himself you did not intend to lose without a good fight, your fingers raking over his lithe back and the sharp edges of his body, lingering, scraping, writing wordless praises into his skin in red streaks.

“In fact, sweetheart,” he says as he pounds you and your pants become out even louder, “I’ll make you cum so hard you don’t want to leave - you’ll scream my name so loud they’ll hear you down in Wrath, know exactly where you’ll be living from now on.”

Vox, too, is close, you can see it, hear it, most importantly feel it. One hand remaining on the headboard, the other scoops you up by your neck, pulling you onto his face in a kiss so breathtaking and fierce you almost pass out. It's sloppy and lustful, it's lips against lips and tongue on tongue, and your ability to use either becomes redundant when you and him both simultaneously cry out, orgasms overlap and intertwine, you cunt clenching tightly around his pulsating length, sending spurt after spurt of hot cum into you as your own release drips onto the soaked sheets below. Your eyes roll back, the fingers buried inside his tightened ass vanish and your muscles relax. With his hand still on your neck, claws digging into your skin, he slowly brings you back onto the mattress to let you fall together with him.

Silence settles for a second. A brief moment of stillness and clarity, sweat cooling your skin, hearts slowing down and breathing returning to normalcy. You feel the aftermath of his touches everywhere. His marks litter you from top to bottom: Your wrists and thighs are covered in red streaks from the tightness of his cable bondage. Your whole skin tingles from the waves of his inherent electric current. But most telling of all was the pooling mess inside of you, already leaking.

You let yourself feel the weight of his body on yours - it's an intoxicating feeling, the heat radiating off his dark blue skin, and the subtle charge beneath, a hidden hum underneath your fingertips, telling of the immense power of an Overlord you just let fuck you senseless. Now would be the time to run - his screen was completely blue, turned off while he recovered his breath - if you wanted, you could disappear, and he wouldn't be able to stop you or track you down. But when you searched the depths of your mind and body for regret and the sense of danger it brought - there was none. Only satiated warmth, an afterglow you could bathe in, like a warm, healing balm, easing your aching bones and bruised skin.

And just in that moment of resolve, Vox’s screen returned to show his face, and he lifted his head slightly to look at you with eyes as bright and vivid as the neon signs lighting up the streets of the entertainment district outside his windows.

One Month Later

“Thanks babes, I was about to lose my shit when Velma and Kelly fucking quit on me. Bunch of pussies, those two, seriously.”

You shoot Velvette a smile over your shoulder, adjusting the last couple of details on six of her girls, ghostly blue hands hovering around them - clipping a collar here, buckling a shoe there. You pity the two foolish girls - the runway show had Velvette occupied tonight, but tomorrow - well, you were sure Vel was about to annihilate their sorry stylist asses for blowing her off last minute… and not just with a snarky post on Sinstagram.

“No problem, Vel, that’s what I’m here for.”

The small woman laughs sarcastically, but not in the usual mean way, but a playful one, a friendly one. That was one of the things you could pride yourself on - That Velvette, social media queen and judge of what’s hot and not, fell in love with you almost as fast and hard as Vox did.

“Darling, we both know that no one really knows what exactly Vox hired you for. What was the job description he pulled out of his flat ass again?” she raises a cocky brow, sipping obnoxiously on her iced coffee to go in her hands, holding out another, identical one for you. “Ah, yes, ‘ASS’.”

You take the drink from her, smiling mischievously back at her. When Vox came up with that title, he didn’t even notice the ambiguity of its abbreviation, and you let him stew over it for almost a day before you told him, silently convinced your fingers left a memorable impression. “It’s ‘Administrative Services Specialist', and what can I say? My resumee was very convincing.”

Velvette snorts into her vanilla foam. “Funny name for your cunt love, but you do you. Now shoo. Didn’t you and flatface have a date tonight?”

You wave her a quick goodbye, sipping up the cold drink in one gulp and throwing it into the trash as you bypass it, hurrying down the hall and plucking the private keycard from your back pocket. You scan it at the elevators, noticing the other employees backing away from you, and you couldn’t hide the grin that flashed your face. No one dared to ride in that elevator with you, a very badly kept secret that it sent you one way straight to Vox’s apartment, and every one of them would rather chew glass than be caught by whatever awaited the opening elevator doors.

And Vel was right - you had a date with Vox, a special one at that.

Barely three weeks ago you actually did move in - call it a whim of insanity, call it fate - and since that, your days were filled with a job in the Vee Tower that you actually liked (no one shed a tear at the ‘Dusty Pages’ closure notice) and the nights were spent naked, sweaty and blissfully explicit under, on top and any other possible way with Vox in his bed. You learned something new about yourself - with the right partner, you were almost insatiable. Another thing you learned was that Vox seemed to feel just the same. Lucky coincidences indeed.

But date night was something special. Giving up the alibi bookshop was easy enough - but you were adamant that you still wanted to do your other jobs.

Not because of the money - Vox provided generously, and wouldn’t take a cent from you (although you managed to convince him to let you buy him at least snacks and small gifts, an exception you abused to the absolute limit). No, you actually liked to sneak through the night, liked the thrill of moving in the shadows and shifting through secured buildings. Liked the excited arousal you felt after a completed heist.

To preserve your secret, you and Vox decided that you wouldn’t reveal your main power to the others at Vee Tower, the only other people who knew were Velvette and Valentino.

The latter wasn’t your biggest fan, and who could blame him, giving that you were living with  and fucking his ex-lover, but he had his own flings and things to take care of, and after a few occasions where you stepped in to help him out at shoots and with his scripts, he at least became cordial towards you.

But date night was where you went out to do a job, secured through Vox for one of his many business partners, and the pool of people the TV demon had on hands that needed or wanted something of value was a bottomless pit from which you could choose the ones you liked the best. And your digital lover not only organized your gigs - he became your eyes and ears, your literal partner in crime.

The doors open, and Vox stands waiting, leaning, in the doorway, arms crossed and a grin on his face.

“You’re late, doll.”

“I know I know, but Vel needed some helping hands - you know I can’t leave her hanging.”

“Oh, I saw.”, he chuckles, his screen switching from his face to images of you from the security cameras on Velvettes floor, close ups of your face, your tits and ass sprinkled in between. ”You know I can never see enough of you, gotta keep those cameras on.”

You scoffed, but did so with a smile before you kissed him and ran off into the closet, undressing quickly while he followed you, letting himself fall down on his bed and watching you intensely as you peeled your clothes from your body and slipped into your signature skintight suit. By the time you were changed his cock was hard, straining his pants which you acknowledged with an appreciative smile.

You both exchange longing looks, but time is ticking. You put the newest addition to your equipment in your ear - a tiny, wireless headset, directly connected to Vox, bend over the bed, your tongue running over the warm line of his lower lip and sigh as he groans with want.

“I know it’s usually payment upfront, baby, but we’re already behind schedule.”

You can’t seem to tear yourself from him with those big hands on your ass squeezing tightly and that goddamn tongue in your mouth, your mind half decided to tell your client to fuck off and fuck the demon in front of you senseless. But he gently pulls away, his eyes burning not only with need, but also with pride. A look you loved to see on him.

“And besides, you are so much more voracious after a job well done.”

He slaps your ass as you pass him, and you shift through the wall, now almost as eager to steal that stupid looking red duck from some dingy, rundown hotel as you were to return to his waiting cock to cash in your salary.

[samcarpentersgirlfriend]

Hi!!!! Could you do some MickeyxFem!Reader headcannons on what he’d be like as a boyfriend?

MICKEY ALTIERI AS YOUR BOYFRIEND 𖤐₊˚.

thank you for the request!!

warnings: swearing, brief mentions of making out + possessiveness

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

- SUCH A FLIRT omg but it works because he’s unsurprisingly super smooth with it

- it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been dating, he’ll hit you with a line that has your checks heating up and your mouth dropping ever so slightly

- which only serves to make him more cocky - he loves it when he has such a visual and profound effect on you - it makes him even more attracted to you in a weird sort of way

- will judge your taste in movies ruthlessly but if anybody else dares to do so he won’t let it go and will start a very heated argument on your behalf

- speaking of movies, you’re definitely his muse so to speak and uses you as the inspiration for the majority of his films

- make-out sessions in the back of the movie theatre obviously

-loves watching you get ready to go out - whether you’re putting on an outfit or doing your makeup, mickey will just stand leaning against the doorframe and watch you intently

- “mickey, what are you doing?” “what? nothing, nothing at all. as you were, babe.”

- will help you pick out outfits to wear when you need advice AND will come shopping with you for fun - he may grumble and complain under his breathe but you both know he’s secretly having a good time

- one of his biggest turn on’s is when you wear his clothes - he loves that it lets everybody know that your his girlfriend

- even though he has possessive tendencies, mickey isn’t really the jealous type - he trusts you and isn’t an insecure person, so he’s confident in the relationship the two of you have

- however, that doesn’t mean he isn’t incredibly defensive and protective when it comes to you - he’s not afraid to make scene if somebody won’t get the hint and leave you alone

- has told you numerous times that he would kill for you but you tend to just smile and brush him off, assuming he’s joking

- because why wouldn’t you? even though he can be abrasive and even straight up rude to others, he’s never been anything but sweet and attentive to you

- LOVES psychical touch - whether it’s his hand in your back pocket, on your thigh or his arm round your waist, he can’t get enough of it

- also strangely chivalrous - pays for you when you go restaurants, holds the door, giving you his coat he sees you even slightly shiver ect

- will pretty much help you with anything you ask him to

- a total little shit, obviously - he’ll ask you stupid questions just to be annoying and to see your reaction

- definitely a party person and will drag you to the dance floor

- refuses to let you walk home alone after a date. even if he has plans, he’ll push them back to make sure you get home okay (even when you tell him this isn’t necessary)

- will come back from class, lay his he’s head your shoulder and dramatically bitch about the people that he doesn’t like (it’s actually quite entertaining)

- “babe, they said that sequels suck! I mean, can you believe it? I mean, they obviously have shitty taste in movies but come on, it’s like they’ve never even seen T2! and then cici fucking cooper said I have a hard on for cameron- can you believe it? who the hell does she think she is?” “but mick, you do have a hard on for cameron.” “yeah, but it’s only okay when you say it!”

- on a related note, mickey’s a total gossip. when the two of you are just laying in bed, he’ll tell you rumours about people you’ve probably never even heard of

- can be very clingy at times

-kisses kisses so many kisses all of the time (he’s obviously the best kisser)

- will not hesitate to shut you up with a kiss

- obviously can be very manipulative without you even realising it - he’s a master at it, doing it so subtly that you don’t even it’s happening

- it’s one of the reasons why you barely fight, and on the rare occasion you do, mickey will convince you that there’s not even a problem and that the two of you are made for each other and shouldn’t be wasting time on stupid fights

- definitely they type to sing in the shower AND takes ages in the bathroom getting ready to the point that your banging on the door

- more into sentimental gifts than anything more “flashy” - for example, he’ll buy you an exact replica outfit or accessory of something your favourite movie character wore, or buy you a signed poster that he spent hours trying to get

[wannaeatramyeon]

hii!!

may i get gun, goo, jake, and vin (maybe taehoon too?) w a s/o who annoys them for fun and loves being around them at all times? thank you!!

(ps you can ignore this if there’s too much rqs 🤍)

How can I say no to all my faves?

With an annoying, clingy!SO - Gun, Goo, Jake, Vin, Taehoon hc

Gun Park

This guy is not short on experience with being someone annoying. After all, his work partner is Goo Kim.

He has mastered the art of finetuning his partner's rambles, and only picking up on the details he has to know. He does not care for a play by play retelling of the latest anime episode or what happened in this week's manga release.

Gun thought that these skills would carry over to you. And he does loathe to think it, but you and Goo have some similarities. However, he often feels the urge to throttle Goo, but he feels none of that with you.

It's endearing. Which is a huge surprise in itself. He doesn't find you annoying, not really, and he actually loves your company.

When it comes to you, he has an unending well of patience to draw from.

Goo Kim

My my, someone is getting a taste of their own medicine and they do not like it.

Seriously, haven't you got anything better to do than annoy him? Can't you run along and find a lil hobby of your own or something.

Goo is used to being the most annoying, clingiest in the room so it takes a while to get used to you.

And when he does - well get used to double trouble! He thinks of you less as an annoying S/O (you can't get enough obvs, and he can't blame you) but more as his partner in crime.

In fact, it's nice to be around someone that's more his speed and matches his vibe.

There will be no peace for anyone that has the misfortune to be around you both.

Jake Kim

Out of all these guys, Jake might be the one that might not be ok with clingier traits. He's a very busy guy. His attention is on Big Deal half the time. Genuinely loves being with you, and can easily be a lot more annoying than you if that's the game you want to play.

However, his overwhelming feelings when he can't spend all his time with you is guilt.... and you really don't want to make Jake feel sad or guilty.

He doesn't have the luxury of being able to spend whenever and however long he wants with you, and he truly does want.

Being annoying though? Good fucking luck. Jake has no shame. If you choose to be annoying, he can outmanoeuvre you in a heartbeat and in the most flamboyant and over the top way.

Vin Jin

Look, Vin is hot shit. You being clingy comes as no surprise. He's the hottest bachelor around so of course you wouldn't want to let go.

Annoying? He can put up with it, as long as you don't embarrass him. He has appearances to keep up, including being the best rapper so make sure you're up to par, mmkay?

Ok - just kidding. If Vin is with you, actually with you, he's pretty ride or die. Otherwise he'll keep you as some filthy little secret pretty much forever or until you've had enough of his bullshit.

He can put on the cool guy facade all he likes (and 'cool' is a reach) but he forever loves how much you're all over him, the attention you pay him. Despite any of his words or evidence to the contrary.

Seong Taehoon

Taehoon will tell you you're cringe, to piss off, cut it out. He only half means it. Although catch him waking up on the wrong side of bed then he will be serious.

Doesn't really deal that well with how annoying you are, especially if there's an undercurrent of sincerity and affection. It makes his head hurt and heartache, in a good way.

He doesn't exactly return your annoying traits like for like, but who are we kidding, this guy is bitchy and a dickhead in his own way. But the fact he puts up with you, and lets you get away with how you are at all speaks volumes.

Clinginess he surprisingly loves from a practicality point of view. If you're by his side all the time, there's no need to worry about what sort of nonsense you're getting up to and it's easier to protect and look after you when you're within arm's reach.

[stestir]

Amethio is emotionally neglected.

An analysis from a neglected person standpoint.

Wo hoo another post about the little shit, yaay.

Anywho, this time its not me being super angry and ranting, instead I will psychoanalyse the boy and give out him diagnosis.

Analysis post under the line

So, I believe that Amethio is heavily emotionally neglected by Gibeon. I'll explain in a bit how he shows it.

So I'll begin with his beef with Friede. Yes, I will talk about it again like I didn't already do that several times, Shh.

Here I want to start from, well, start of their conflicts. Episode 2, first conversation. Amethio says that Friede is... Wait, lemme see... khe khe, "Oh, Friede? I heard of you being a great trainer." That means he sees Friede as someone who has experience and who's respectable. That will be important later.

So, first battle, the air ship, all that. Friede sends out a Pikachu, and Amethio is immediately annoyed. I think the main reason is that he wants to have a true validation of his skills, hence why he reacted that way. Seeing Friede, someone he thinks is a professional, send out a Pikachu, a pokemon often seen weak, looks like a mokery to him.

It also goes further and weaves itself into all their incounters - the want to be acknowledged and taken seriously. With each episode, it escalates and escalates, showing out Amethios' bad traits along the line - impatience, easy irration, and often distraction from the main mission.

The tension finally snaps at episode 25, where in their 6th encounter, they finally finish the battle, and Friede takes the win. And where Friede says, "I have to take you seriously." This hurts Amethio so much that in the next arc, he starts to train to become more powerful. He even appears in an opening, training himself to an exhaustion.

All of this highlights really heavily that Amethio always tried to find a validation of his battle skills [ and by excention, him in general ] in these fights, hence why he always was irrated by Friede not paying full attention - "Look at me!", "Don't be distracted!". All of this points to me that he doesn't receive it oftenthsys why he jumps into the opportunity to have this attention.

And this is the first sign of emotional neglect! The attention seeking behavior.

It's clear that Gibeon does not give him enough attention, as he's trying his best to give everything to him and only disobeys the orders to catch Rayquaza / Terapagos for Gibeon. All of Amethios' actions are for him, which indicates to me that he's trying to get at least a lick of affection from him [ aka a validation that he did a good job ].

And it's also seen in Hambers' actions towards the boy! Unlike Diana, who's parallel he is, he's cold towards Amethio and practically emotionless, only doing what he needs to do. He also doesn't even use his name, only honorifics "Master."

All of this translates to his behavior, too, and shows another sign:

The masking of emotions & anger issues.

These two go hand in hand in Amethio, as he tries his very best to hide any case of emotion. But this mask is also really weak and fragile, as it shatters under any pressure, as it showcased in his fights with Friede.

Even in episode 2, the beginning, he already showed how his mask is easily slipping with irritation [ his eye twitching when Friede sends out Pikachu ]. He always tries to be cold, just like Hamber and Gibeon, but because he also desperately needs aknowledgement, it does not work. He becomes impulsive and starts to go more by emotions than reason, as it is evidenced by him always prioritizing a fight rather than going by the misson, episode 6 being an exception ( And even then he still doing this cause Friede didnt pay him enough attention 💀).

He tries to mimick his parential figures by being emotionless but ultimately heavily fails at it because he does not have an outlet for his emotion, nor affection to actually release all the tension in his mind, hence why the mask is so fragile and he is easily irrated.

From that its goes into another problem:

Closing off from any support from other adults.

And in this part comes in his relationship with Zir and Conia, and how he doesn't let himself be weak in front of them.

Throughout the whole anime, it can be seen how much both of them are worried for the boy. Hell, its even got into one of the promotional material, where they even when cut by a comic barrier, still look at Amethio, concerned. But Amethio does not let them know about his mental state, as evidenced by Zirs "Its so hard to talk to him lately."

It seems that Amethio never let his guard down, resulting in him being tense all the time. Even when Zir and Conia genuinely care for him, he rejects all of this affection, still trying to chase the one from Gibeon. It makes me believe that Amethio idolizes Gibeon and thinks of him as the only trustful source of care.

Which of course makes everything worse for him in turn, as Gibeon does not give him anything and just makes him work, which makes him become more and more tense.

It even starts to project into his battle style, as he gone from calculated actions to a desperate attempts to do something [ which is also a sign of being neglected, yahoo ]

Anywho, ending this, I'll say - Amethio is a brilliantly written character, I love love love the writing team behind the Horizons. The way he's obviously abused is so clearly seen that it almost pains me as someone who has also been neglected in childhood.

And also, dont take this post way too seriously - it's written without any serious research whatsoever, and mostly is me speaking from experience and observations.

I hope you had a nice read!

...

[Me: Amethio is a 3-dimensional character with a lot of thought behind him. Also me: He-he, he's literally this meme:]

[chuuya-fan-page]

Your thoughts about Stormbringer? (And Chuuyas'relationship with the Flags, Murase, Adam and or course, Dazai)

Hi Anon!

I. LOVE. STORMBRINGER.

It has my overall favourite characters (Rimbaud and Verlaine mwah ily) and the overall story is just SO GOOD, plus the insight we get into Chuuya's character and why he does the things he does. The way we see him go from a liability, someone who's ready to leave the mafia at the first chance, to calling it his family? It's INSANE.

Asagiri truly outdid himself with everything going on, it's insane to see Stormbringer in comparison with all the other light novels, there's such a massive difference in length. Not to mention some of the language is just beautiful, and the descriptions feel like a gut-punch.

Chuuya gets so much depth through Stormbringer, it's really what unlocked his character for me; we now see why he's so loyal, why he allows himself to be controlled, just what he's been seeking, it makes him understandable. Dazai's "dog" jokes suddenly get a deeper meaning, Chuuya is like a dog in many ways, like a dog who returns to an abusive master because he's so damn loyal it hurts him. And god he's so forgiving, just, god.

Shirase stabbed him in the back (literally), and yet he goes to great lengths to protect him, Verlaine uproots Chuuya's entire life, and yet Chuuya forgives him, Dazai is Dazai, but Chuuya puts his life in his hands time and time again.

FUCK he hurts me.

As for his relationships (and I know you didn't mention Verlaine but god I love his relationship with Chuuya) with all of the above;

The Flags have a really interesting and unique relationship with Chuuya, they're a really important step in Chuuya claiming back his past. They solidify the groundwork of Rimbaud's final words from Fifteen; Chuuya is Chuuya, and that's enough for them.

(Tackling them one by one now)

Pianoman seems to see himself as a sort of mentor figure to Chuuya, he is of course the leader of the Flags, and therefore protective of all of them, but he goes to lengths to make Chuuya feel included and cared for. His form of affection seems to be annoying Chuuya with little gestures to make him accept them slowly, he's aware of how volatile Chuuya is at this time and handles him with care. Pianoman was the one behind the whole "one year anniversary" that the Flags threw for Chuuya, so it's clear that he pays attention to Chuuya, and cares for him a great deal. Pianoman is very blunt about some things, he confronts Chuuya out right about his motivations and troubles in order to assist him.

Albatross has a similar form of showing care; by being a little shit. He's a lot less subtle than Pianoman, as he outright pisses Chuuya off on purpose, but in ways that are clearly jokes, a way to add levity to the tense air around Chuuya joining the mafia. He does take notice of Chuuya's moods, tries to calm him down when he gets too riled up, and clearly doesn't want to push him over the edge to the point that it's no longer funny. He's the closest of the Flags with Chuuya, as they live in the same building, and they go on missions together, or rather, Albatross drags Chuuya on missions with him as a forced bonding method, despite the fact that he messes with Chuuya, he also cares about making sure that he's not upset.

Lippmann takes a slight protective air towards Chuuya, similar to Pianoman. He jokes about taking Chuuya under his wing and is also featured laying a soothing hand on Chuuya's shoulder, which leads me to believe that this is something he does often. Lippmann is an actor, and that comes through with some of the calculated ways he guides conversations, carefully pointing Chuuya towards the fact that he is a part of the Flags and ensuring that he feels included. Lippmann is able to read Chuuya's behaviour, that is part of his job, and he tailors his interactions to suit Chuuya's needs, he is described as being gentle, particularly when it comes to topics that are fresh wounds in Chuuya's past.

Doc is a weird little fuck, and I love him dearly. His form of affection seems to be threats??? Which is uh, unique...i guess? The best way I can really describe the way he interacts with Chuuya is just that he's weird, and generally off-putting, although he seems to quickly include Chuuya in with the rest of the Flags, at the very least he treats them all the same. Doc is weird to analyse because everything he says is just one curveball after another. Due to his weird relationship with death and God, I'm inclined to believe that he respects Chuuya for being a fighter, he does comment on the fact that "Poison isn't enough to kill Chuuya", which almost sounds like a begrudged compliment, as Poison is his self-admitted way that he's killed lot's of people. He also put a ton of effort into tracing back Chuuya's medical history, which shows care if not affection.

Iceman is another interesting one to analyse. He, like Albatross, takes care to ensure that Chuuya feels comfortable, he admits that he didn't want to hold the celebration for Chuuya, because he thought it might upset him. Iceman is very blunt and upfront with Chuuya, he doesn't sugarcoat or lie to him, he makes it clear that the Flags all believe in Chuuya's strength, and calls out his unnecessary violence, as well as revealing Pianoman's true intentions in watching out for Chuuya. Iceman respects Chuuya, after all, Chuuya was managed to escape being killed by Iceman when he was in the Sheep, and holds no grudges. Although they have the most tense relationship out of Chuuya and the Flags, Iceman still allows Chuuya to see below his cold facade, and shows him his true nature.

Chuuya overall is conflicted when it comes to the Flags. In many ways, he interacts with them the same way he interacts with Dazai, because that's just how he is with people. Anger is a shield for his other emotions, when he's overwhelmed by their kindness and care for him, he threatens to leave and accuses them of trying to make him "weepy" so that he'll apologize. He does let some of his guard down around them, and they're the people he's closest to in the Mafia at that point, he fights well alongside them, and despite their few scuffles, trusts and cares for them.

Murase and Chuuya's relationship is short-lived, but adorable. In some ways, Chuuya and Murase have many connections, Murase's relationship with N can be compared to Chuuya's relationship with Verlaine, mainly in that they have weird-ass older brothers who are batshit insane. There is something to be said about how N inadvertently brought about the end of his younger brother's life, and through his influences drove Murase to be a better person and help people, which is why Murase is so determined to bring Chuuya into the light (Odasaku moment). Murase is such a daggy-dad, every part of me wishes he'd managed to pick up Chuuya before everything had happened. He shows so much care for him, and even though Chuuya insults him flippantly, he doesn't give up on trying to improve his life. God dammit Asagiri, why are you like this.

ADAM. MY SWEET SWEET ROBOT MAN. God I love him. He's got Chuuya's back 10000% and he's there for him every step of the way. I can sooooooo draw a million and one parallels between Verlaine and Adam, but for now we're only talking about one synthetic human. Adam is SO caring, he immediately places Chuuya as the most important person in his system, he buys snacks for him before they go out on their mission, he stands up to Shirase for Chuuya's sake, and god he shows how much he truly admires and cares for Chuuya. Adam is fascinated by human nature, and to him there is nothing more human than Chuuya. One of my favourite scenes is when Chuuya calls Verlaine human, and Adam is overjoyed, thinking that Chuuya has drawn the obvious conclusion that due to his and Verlaine's similarities, if Verlaine is human, so is Chuuya! Silly stupid robot man i love you so much. And he SACRIFICES himself for Chuuya, god, he DIES for him, and we know he did that of his own violation, which makes it WORSE. Chuuya begrudgingly comes to care about Adam, and from the beginning calls him reliable and trustworthy (HE TRSUTS HIMDVJHBJHFG), and is genuinely happy at his return. They make me so sad oh god.

Slotting Verlaine in here real quick because his relationship with Chuuya is one of my favourites. They're besties, they're worsties, they brothers from two different continents. Verlaine is quite literally the stereotypical overprotective brother, except he's also the king of the assassins, so he shows his love by murdering Chuuya's friends. The most painful thing about his actions to me is that he genuinely thought he was helping Chuuya. Verlaine is too lost in his own pain to realise that his and Chuuya's situations are different, that his own past is not what he thought. Verlaine projects heavily onto him, even calls Chuuya his "other self", and he spends most of Stormbringer in denial about his own relationship with Rimbaud, and consequently Chuuya's relationship with those around him. Verlaine's pain runs deep, and it cuts into Chuuya as well.

NOW WE'RE ON TO THE BIG GUNS.

TEEN SOUKOKU BABY, WOOOOOOH I LOVE THEM

Stormbringer is SUCH a turning point for their relationship. There was a trust forged in Fifteen, but that kinda went to shit after Dazai pulled that whole thing with the Sheep. Even so, there's something there, Dazai is still the one who nullifies corruption and takes Chuuya to see the Flags, he's still the one who allows Chuuya to tie him up and spin him around by the ankle as "revenge". And he's the one who gives Chuuya what might be the first choice of his life. Stormbringer shows something very, very important for Dazai's character, which is that he was always capable of change. While many people point to Odasaku as the reason Dazai changed so much, which is true, he was able to change before he met him. It's so important to remember that Dazai always had it in him to change, he just needed to right push, and Chuuya was one of those pushes. Odasaku was just more of a shove. Dazai not only deliberately puts himself in another person's shows for Chuuya, but he gives him a genuine and real choice, one that he intends to uphold. Stormbringer reforges that trust between Soukoku, it shows them once again as equals.

They're perfect.

TY FOR YOUR ASK ANON <33 I love Stormbringer so much

-T

[roe-and-memory]

UHMMM in your guy's pinned it says your ok with asks sooooooo

You guys should totally hand over all of your Lightning headcanons :3

HIHIHI IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN LIKE 4 DAYS

hi this is roe quick interruption

thats all ty

ok so…. a magician cannot reveal all of their secrets so ive picked a Select amount of our favourites because obviously we need some surprises,…. its still a LOT though so dont worry i wouldnt dare cut you cheap on our headcanons

if you guys want us to make a separate post on a specific one going into detail of the Lore behind it or just like, more detail in general, dont be afraid to comment and your wish is my command

HERE WE GO!!!

- “HE IS A DUMBASS AND I HATE HATE HIM” (roes words, affectionate)

- he is a liar, sometimes good sometimes bad (only when he wants to) and doc sees through All of it

- he has a walkman he’s had since he was little, he broke the headphones once and mack bought him new ones

- we’ve mentioned it before but he has vision light sensitivity issues

look at him. he cant see SHIT

- he grew up in henderson, nevada, every time a race came to vegas he walked FOUR HOURS to see it from outside the track (he lived an hour and a half from some of the only family that would ever love him in radiator springs EL OH EL!)

- hes a natural redhead but harv thought having him bleach his hair blonde would get him more attention so he did it because harv knows best! sally made him stop when he tried to do it after his roots took over and she was like erm no ! thats destroying your hair and ur curls. and him, not knowing much about his hair was like yeah sure ok

- he has Freckles. So Many. sally tells him he has stars and constellations on his cheeks and hes just giggling and kicking his feet

- also mentioned before he has a lanyard with keys and keychains on it that he carries everywhere hanging out of his pocket

- he has. Horribly. vivid nightmares. so he doesnt sleep much and when he does its always restless

- being a racecar driver he has MASTERED the ability to climb out of windows. he uses this ability to not only cause doc grief (he sleeps across the hall and hears everything), but also to sneak out in the middle of the night when hes restless and prance around in the field like a deer to make himself so sickeningly exhausted he passes out as soon as he lays down

- lightning and sally dance sometimes at the wheel well, neither of them are too good and he wants to practice for her - doc catches him in the living room poorly dancing to rascal flatts and doesnt let him live it down the entire rest of the day

- lightning runs away when hes 15, after walking 4 hours to vegas for a piston cup race he wanted to watch and then deciding he never wanted to go home — there was nothing there for him anyways. he had everything from home he wanted, which included his walkman and thats basically it

- (adding onto above) mack found him at a truck stop somewhere on an interstate asking for either money or a ride somewhere, and as an older brother of 5 little sisters who are his worlds, he saw him and immediately thought . if that was one of my siblings i would never forgive myself. and boom he has a new little brother and boom lightning has an older brother

- he knows how to operate a transport truck courtesy of mack

- he loves stickers, he always has, his walkman and an assortment of his other things are decorated in stickers

- lightning didnt have any friends in his rookie year, so when he has mater, doc, sally, cal, and bobby, he makes little random collages out of magazines and newspapers to keep them as memories

- he loves country music and HATES taylor swift (bobbys fault, bobby is a swiftie)

- doc has sunglasses that lightning finds in his garage, BURIED in a box, they have “hudson” engraved into the arm and he immediately takes them for himself because sometimes its Too sunny (doc when its sunny, he’s out enjoying a beer on the porch and his annoying boyfail son comes outside and stands expectantly awaiting his sunglasses in which he forks over hesitantly)

- crocs or converse there is no in between

- autism.

- he pulls on the threads of his clothing when hes excited or nervous

- talks with his hands, very expressive and he also kicks the ground sometimes for no reason

- he was never taught how to ride a bike. doc is slowly writing down a list of reasons he can KILL 👹 lightnings parents for being HORRIBLE ‼️‼️‼️

THATS ALL FOR NOW…. with time you will learn more but I HOPE YOU LIKE THESE ONES!!!

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

Nah but it's the way every time a story features or is about women or a woman's story, people always want to try to make it about men or say "what if there were men instead?"

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and Six: the Musical both have parts of their fanbase(although thankfully in Six it's not the majority) saying that there should be a version with all men or going "what if this female main cast had a male main cast instead"? Even though the point of both is to provide representation for women, MLP is about how there's no wrong way to be a girl and changing the way girls'/girly shows are seen as shallow and less good, and giving girls multiple strong female characters to see themselves in instead of just one token/cookie cutter archetype, while Six is all about REAL-LIFE women whose lives were destroyed because of misogyny, it is all about girl power(same as mlp) and women getting to reclaim their stories from a patriarchal society that shortchanged and silenced their voices throughout history, but no let's make it about men lol.

The same is true for Sailor Moon, I have seen some people say that it's sexist or "misandrist"(as if that's even a thing lol) because it's all about women and the women are more powerful and how Tuxedo Mask "always needs to be saved" like goddamn let the girls be the heroes who save the world for once.

And for that matter PRECURE. Unpopular opinion that will surely get my head bitten off by fans but I don't think Precure NEEDS male Cures and it's not "erasing" feminine boys or saying boys can't be feminine or "reinforcing gender roles" to point that out. Precure is a franchise about female characters being the heroes and main characters who are powerful while also being feminine, it's supposed to place the women center stage and give them the spotlight when most media doesn't do that, trying to fit boys in it is just ruining that message imo. Tbh I would be happy if there were no male Cures at all, idgaf about your "but let boys be feminine" shit cuz I mean yeah but like go watch Cute High Earth Defense Club Love or something, that show seems more your speed(@ sexist Precure fans who say this, not you). I once got my comments removed TWICE for trying to point this out to someone, to the point where I just blocked them lol. One person even went so far as to make a petition for Toei Animation to make an all-male Precure season, again, just go watch Cute High, bc clearly that's what you're looking for.

I also saw some people complaining about Project MC^2 being "sexist" against boys and making them out to be stupid just because it's about girls being smart spies and good at math/art/science, one review even said "teach girls that boys matter too!" oh rly like they don't know already??? Like the world doesn't already tell them that each and every single day??????? The second girls get the spotlight everybody acts like boys are being attacked, but when boys get the spotlight it's all crickets and shit bc boys are supposed to take center stage like no one cares about girls getting attention. Your seven-year-old son isn't going to enter a self-hating misandrist crisis because one wee show said "women do run the world!" we still live in a patriarchy ffs.

Also in Cardcaptor Sakura the main character is a girl and the story has many female characters and is very empowering to women in general(while also having a great deal of powerful men and even a canon m/m couple), and yet I still saw this one annoying guy write an entire screed about how Sakura sucks as a character and should never have been Cardcaptor, the cherry on top was them saying that Syaoran should be the Master of the Clow Cards instead...because it's not enough that this show has multiple representations of positive men/masculinity in addition to women/femininity, it's still not good enough if it's a girl power fantasy, it MUST make a boy the hero!

I also saw someone say that Touhou, which has an all-female cast, needs more men. Wonder if they'd say the reverse if it had an all-male cast(correct answer: they wouldn't).

And then there's the Encanto fandom's entire can of worms where they went through that phase of wanting the female-dominated cast to be all about Camilo and Bruno, sidelining the women in the process. Like bruh. 😕

I really do wish that people would stop this shit, female-centric media is really never allowed to exist without people wanting men to be prioritized in it and take away from the female representation even though men have enough representation already lol, people can't handle when not everything is about men. It's why I will never listen to or take anyone seriously when they complain about shows like these being "sexist against men" and say that anything I write is too female-centric. Like. GOOD. The world needs more female-centric casts to shake up the status quo! You guys love complaining about shows being gendered and wanting gender equality in fiction only towards female-centric works, because you don't want to see women playing central roles without men also being there. Sucks to be on the other side of the playing field now, huh?

Anyway, I was inspired to write this to you rather than make it an original post because of your comment about people wanting Jennifer's Body to be about men(with Miguel as Jennifer) and yeah that is so disgusting and irritating. 🤢 I didn't even know that was happening but I'm not surprised because nobody ever lets shows about girls just center girls first and foremost. It truly is everywhere and I'm sick of it. Not everything needs to be about men, just let the women have something. Please.

Sorry this was long lol. 😅 Thanks for reading this far lol. You're a trooper! Have a nice day!

THIS ASK IS SO REAL ON SO MANY LEVELS!!

this also extremely effects lesbians and trans women because with lesbian women you’ll have people being like “do they really have to be gay? Why can’t they just be normal?” And with trans women it’ll be like “why can’t we just have normal nonqueer characters” or even “why can’t men just be men anymore” it’s like they hate any and all women and girls no matter what we do and it’s so insane to me

also I talked a little about this same phenomenon happening with Jennifer’s Body (2009), where there were people making aus of that movie with mainly MALE characters which downplays the whole message and plot of the god damn movie and it’s so ughhh

anyways sorry I took so long to get to this ask but everything you said is extremely true and I’m glad you brought attention to it!

also btw RADFEMS AND TERFS FUCK OFF THIS POST IS NOT FOR YOU

[cocogrrrl]

rendezvous

Chapter 3: Rough Starts

the story kicks off as kyle and yn get a drink while the black stones also brews a fun idea in the process

wc: 2328 cws: drinking (very light), mentions of rehab and drugs (brief) check the series master list here! previous chapter

All eyes were on Kyle that very moment—including YN’s. Kenny was right; she did seem like she was about to head out. He needed to act fast. 

All the attention garnered on Kyle made him rather uneasy, though. ‘Your name is Brad Plum. Kind of like Brad Pitt, but, like, the pits of plums.’ Kyle mentally told himself, reminding himself what he was here for.

He’ll be playing as Brad Plum, an overconfident, almost annoying man who’s a coward. He is a hiring manager for some food company, an awful one at that. He’s too caught up in his own business to be listening to others. He has no girlfriend, no pets, nothing. He invests his time in something stupid, like phrenology. He acts tough when really he’s a coward inside. In short, he’s kind of a fucking disappointment. Yeah, that’s who Brad Plum will be.

Is there anything good about Brad Plum? Yeah! He’s not hateful of others for something they can’t control, but that’s the bare minimum for humans. I guess you could call him shrewd to some extent. He definitely has confidence, to say the least. He’s a proud but a full of shit man. That’s kind of funny.

That was just to let the reader know who he’ll play, though. Kyle wasted absolutely no time standing and thinking. He made his way to YN with a confident stride. Luckily, the door slam had caught her attention as well, so her eyes were fixated on him. The longer time went on, the less people started to care about Kyle's existence. Thank god as well.

He took a deep breath in before he met eyes with her, a smug grin on his face. “You think I can buy you a drink, pretty?”

YN seemed taken aback, to say the least, but she seemed to be intrigued by Brad’s outwardness. Score. “Huh, well, why not?” She chuckled, getting back in her seat.

The two girls accompanying her, Red and Bebe, seemed entertained by Brad as well. She quickly turned to them, most likely asking if it was okay if she were to spend time here. They seemed to nod in reply, Bebe and Red quickly moving a few seats away from YN, giving Brad space to sit beside YN—which he took gladly.

“So, what’s your name?” He asked.

“I’m YN,” she said, leaning her upper body weight on the counter with her arms tucked under her chest, her head leaning to the side as she looked at Brad. “What’s your name?”

“Brad Plum.” He started to rethink the identity he took upon. It sounded like shit.

“You don’t look like a Brad or a Plum.” She replied, a small giggle following after.

“I know. I get that a lot. It’s what my parents picked, though.”

“Really? Where’d they get the name from?”

“My mom loves Brad Pitt.” Mom being Kyle. Well, he didn’t love Brad Pitt, he just loved him in Fight Club, Inglorious Bastards, and even Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Did you know Brad Pitt was Metro Man from Megamind? Kyle knew. He kinda liked Brad Pitt.

“Mhm.” She hummed.

The air felt stale. Brad's dry and seemingly disinterested replies, even if he was the one who asked YN for a drink, seemed to be failing. Maybe the overly self-assured and cold personality he’s putting up won’t get him so far. He should be a lot nicer.

“Sorry. This is getting awkward.” He shook his head, laughing at himself to relieve some awkwardness that had risen. ”What do you want?” He said, head nodding to the assortment of drinks presented before them.

“Hmm, I think I’ll just get a Riesling.”

“Really?” He raised a brow.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s very light.” In Kyle’s honest opinion, he thought that she’d go for something a little more strong—like a marsala or some vodka. 

“I’ve had some to drink already, and I gotta do something later. Can’t waste your offer on something completely boring.”

“Yeah?” He asked, not quite getting where she was heading at.

“Like, I can’t just go for some water, you know?. Although I’d be fine with it, I don’t think it’s worth the confidence you mustered up earlier. Everyone was looking at you, and I’d hate it if the person I asked out just wanted water after all the effort I gave.”

A surprised look was on Kyle’s face. Huh. He didn’t think that the city-infamous YN would be so considerate. Was this the right guy? I mean, she sure sounded like her, but the YN he’s taking down is the underbelly of the crime scene here. “How thoughtful of you.”

“Of course.” She said, giving him a polite smile.

The drinks would come later, though, since it seemed like Brad and YN were quickly caught in a string of conversations back-to-back. She seemed already very interested in him, to his luck. Perhaps she was just being nice to him as well, feeling some pity for a guy who got stoned by the harsh eyes of many people when he set foot in the bar.

Whatever the reason may be, it seemed like things were going well for him. From Drew Barrymore to airline food to the best dog breed, it seemed like their first 15 minutes together never had too many awkward silences.

“Personally, I’m more of a miniature dog lover, but we can always agree to disagree.” YN sighed defeatedly, raising her hands up.

Brad had just made an argument as to why golden retrievers were far better than Shih Tzus, even if Kyle didn’t really have much of a strong love for goldies. He was much more of a Borzoi type of guy. I mean, their long noses really sell it for him.

“Yeah? Shih Tzus are always just two things: a show dog or an Asian family’s common household pet.” Brad spat back.

“Well, golden retrievers are the white-picket fence of dogs! At least I’m not that boring.” You pouted, crossing your arms.

Out of nowhere, Bebe walked up to YN and gave her a tap on the back. Her attention was quickly diverted to hers. They exchanged a few words—none that Kyle could make out, unfortunately–—but YN turned back soon after.

“Hey, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom for a bit, okay? You go order our drinks while I’m at it.” She said, already getting up from her seat.

Brad aptly nodded. “Oh, sure.” Well, it’s not like he had much of a choice anyway.

You headed to the restroom with Bebe and Red, much to Kyle’s confusion. Why were you going there as a pack? Maybe it’s just a girl thing, he thought.

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Snickers and giggles filled the empty restroom as you went inside with the girls.

“Okay, so what do we think of the guy?” Red started.

“Hmm, I think he’s cute.” You hummed, looking in the mirror as pulled out your lip gloss to touch it up. 

In all honesty, you didn’t think that much of Brad yet. You thought he was kind of dorky, which you found adorable. He was also a bit too self-assured for your liking as well, but he was cute nonetheless.

“I’m pretty sure he’s a fucking narc, though,” Bebe said with a visible pout you caught by the corner of your eye, resting her back on the surface of the sinks.

“Huh? How do you know?” You asked, looking at the blonde through the mirror as you raised a brow.

“Remember Stan? The guy I met at rehab a few months ago and sold molly to?”

“Yeah?”

“I got close to him at one point, and he said that his best friend was the one who pushed him to go there. He told me he was a cop, then he showed me a pic of the guy. He looks exactly like that Brad guy you’re talking to.”

“Shit.” You said, clicking your tongue.

“Dude. I think he’s undercover. You know, he’s probably trying to get some dirt on us.” Bebe noted.

You sighed, shaking your head in disappointment. You thought you were gonna have some fun tonight. “Yeah.”

“Well, he definitely did his research well since he went for you, YN,” Red said.

“What do you mean?” You hummed

“You’re the only one in our group who’s single.”

“I guess you do make a point.” You chuckled, putting your lipstick back in your purse. Bebe was with Clyde, and Red was with Heidi, but most likely Brad was taking a lucky guess going for you. It’s best to strike at the head, right?

“Are you gonna ghost him, YN?” Bebe asked, raising a brow as you.

“No,” you answered as an idea started to form in your head. “Bebe, try to get in contact with Stan if you can. Red, Heidi grew up here, right?” They both nodded, sharing a slightly confused look. “I want you guys to look further into this ‘Brad’ guy we’re dealing with. I want to have some leverage as well.

“I think we should play around with him, see how far he’s willing to go get that dirt. You know, just for shits and giggles.” If you were going to end up getting arrested in the end, you might as well have fun while you’re at it.

Yet this seemed like a weird position to put him in. I mean, a few girls dragging a guy somewhere? If you played your cards right, you might be able to convince Brad to come. At the same time, though, what if the guy you got was wrong? You hoped what Bebe said was right.

If your guesses were correct, you were going to have to go the long route with Brad. Make him think that he's gonna have you by the end of tonight, when really you're gonna fake a "hard-to-get" thing that you know he'll never get.

Red already got on her phone texting her girlfriend whilst Bebe shared a devious grin with you. “We should bring him with us tonight,” She said with a giggle.

“You think he’ll come?” Red asked, cautiousness lacing her face.

“If he’s desperate enough, maybe. ” You smiled. 

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 After a while, Kyle finally catches YN exiting the restroom with the two girls, who made their way back to where they were earlier.

“Hey, Brad,” she greeted, taking her seat. Kyle noted the more cleaned-up look on her face. She must’ve retouched her makeup while in the bathroom. He wondered why. Maybe because she must’ve taken a liking to him already? Well, he’d hope so. “Sorry for taking so long. Girl things.” She said with a laugh.

“Don’t sweat it.” He gave her a reassuring smile, passing her the riesling she ordered.

“Thank you,” she nodded, taking the drink in hand. “Cheers?” She asked, raising the glass.

“Cheers,” Brad reaffirmed, clinking his glass of whiskey on the rocks with her glass of wine.

“So, uh, Brad,” he answered you with a hum. “What do you do for a living?”

“Huh?” He was taken aback by the randomness of the question.

“Sorry, I’m just trying to break the ice.” She laughed, placing a hand on top of his as her thumb rubbed on the back of his hand.

He was not drunk enough for this. “It’s totally fine. I’m a hiring manager.”

“Really? For what company?”

“Oh, Whole Foods Market.” He said, Whole Foods was the first company that came to his mind. It’s probably not like she was going to fact-check him anyway. ”What do you do?”

“I’m a storage facility worker or was. Recently got blown off.”

“That sucks.” He said, giving her a sympathetic frown. “Where’d you get money since then?”

“Comission side gigs.” 

“Huh?”

“I’m an artist.” Not quite the answer he was expecting.

He expected that she was going to say that she was on the streets dealing whatever substances she had, but maybe she was going to hide it from him for now. I mean, that’s why undercover missions take a while so that you can wait to slowly break the target.

“Yeah? Could you show me some of your art?”

“My phone’s almost dead, so I can’t show it.” What a convenient excuse. “Maybe some other time? I’d love to showcase it.”

“I’d love to see it as well.” He gave her a grin, placing his hand on top of hers.

“Thanks.” You caught a faint smile tugging at the end of her lips. “Say, Brad,”

“Mhm?”

“The girls and I have some business to tend to—if you know what I mean.” She said, dragging a finger on his forearm, a smug look on her face. “Do you wanna come with us?”

Had he already hit a gold mine? No, a diamond mine? As a first-time undercover cop, he felt incredibly lucky. Many of his higher-ups had told him how difficult it was to have their guys break and let them in. This had to be a joke. There was no way she was already inviting him to go commit some atrocities and shit with him. 

Be it a joke or not, it was best to take up the offer than not. If he gets in some deep shit already, then good for him. If not, at least he’s already building rapport with the three.

But what would this mean in a context if he weren't undercover? Shit, was he going to be brought to some weird orgy?

“Are you sure? I mean, I really hope I’m not interrupting anything.” He said worriedly, hoping it wasn't actually the latter.

“Don’t worry,” she smiled, the finger on his arm finding itself to now be her hand cupping his cheek. He held back everything to not blush. He couldn’t let physical affection break him like this. “We’d love to have you with us.”

“Sure, then.”

“Really?”

“Just so I could spend more time with a pretty face like you.” He smiled, hooking his finger under her chin.

next chapter.

[magnuficent76]

(looks at the ask button) oo this looks like the Talk about Thing you like button. What if you talked about Mephisto the thing of all time

(Also hope you don't mind me sending you asks so often I feel like it's alot but there's no pressure)

(I DON'T MIND AT ALL <33 I LOVE TALKING AND I LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE MY FRIEND !! /p)

TIME TO TALL ABOUT M3PH1ST0 IT IS SO THING CODED !!!

It runs a workshop for prosthetics and general robotics on Pandora, along with its adopted daughter er, assistant, 404, and several other machines that it hides from its previous 'owners'. The name is still a work in progress but the temporary name is Amps n' Caches [which isn't the best but I don't think Mephisto of all people knows how to name things.]

They love collecting old world relics ! Picked it up with their brother when they were small, and now likes fixing old stuff to the best of their capabilities. Some stuff works better than others [Like, did you know that if its well preserved enough, you can probably still get an old world mp3 to work ? Mephisto doesn't actually like much of the music but appreciates having it regardless], but they at least can turn on and perform some of the original functions. Some of these fix-ups include but are not limited to: A dirtbike, a radio that can surprisingly still pick up some signals, a handheld unbranded videogame system that is NOT copyrighted, an absolutely ancient blocky tv with an inbuilt tape player, and a handful of dvd players that can actually run modern-day disks with enough tinkering, and sound surprisingly good given their age.

Despite mostly using its Cycl0p kit prosthetics [Arm, Legs, Spinal help and Facial plate], Mephisto has made about 14 other ones for both utilitary usage [Comfort, other kinds of tools, etc] and for funsies [Aesthetics mostly, but also just to test its skills], as well as like 30 mobility aids for particularly hard days. Some are just lighter and easier to use, some help with particularly delicate tasks, some are just to look cool when you're at a store and don't need to fight people constantly, but all of them have names and are cared for deeply [No sentience for these however].

Mephisto's lab is considered a safe haven for all those who can't fight or who need help, despite him having quite a hefty reputation for being really brutal in battle. You can just ask any of the machines there and they'll tell you they'd rather be at the end of his fucked up saw arm than at the hands of their masters, but humans (particularly, those who are disabled in some way) will say the same thing more often than not. People say he's a great host and that he tries really hard to be polite and patient to everyone, but he will always vehemently deny it <3

They often go out into the wastes to find new metal/more parts for the workshop, and since cars explode in Pandora every other day, its not too hard a task. Given the opportunity to go to other planets he will also be more than happy to dumpster dive for things And if anyone tries to stop him he'll steal their shit too. The facial plate has an inbuilt identifier for the pieces they need, but they can probably identify it out of the top of their head too.

Although it makes money out of their robotics stuff, Mephisto is also a gun modder by profession ! This originated mostly out of spite in its teens, it also was a great opportunity to fix up any flaws or annoying details its guns had as it was growing up. It can be a little expensive to get it all, but Meph makes it worth it. Also, it has its own logo. Here it is :] [it covers the oriignal gun's brand cuz he don't really give a fuck]

Its not the best but hey, they're not a graphic designer, they're just makin' the guns.

...Sometimes, if you pay a lot of attention and put your ear against the walls, you can hear him mumbling to himself about "what happened", and how he's sorry he ever left, and how he misses "them all". If you're dumb enough to try and sneak up on him during this moment, you'll even see him clutching a folded up picture of a family in his hand, lovingly stroking it, like he's thinking about something. And then after he notices you'll catch a bullet between your eyes. Circle of life !

[angryandethnic]

The Bear -High School AU

Carmen x Sydney.

Mikey recognizes when his baby brother needs a little push.

Idk y’all a meant for this to be the last one but I love the premise to much.

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Oh shit Carm it’s your new giiiiirrrrlfriend.” Richie sing songs before ruffling Carmen’s hair. Carmen let out a muffled grunt trying desperately to remain composed, hide the way his heart is hammering against his chest the second he sees Sydney exit the snaking lunch line.

“Girlfriend?” Carmen can hear the mischief in Michael’s voice. A shit eating grin blooming across his brother’s face is never a good sign.

Carmen Berzatto knows he can not will himself out of existence. If he could he would have mastered it by now. During one of his parent knock down drag out fights about the resturant.

Or during the time Richie pulled down his pants freshman year in the hall.

Or the time Gracie, cringed and slowly stepped away from him. Refused to meet his eyes when he stuttered out that he “li-liked her” in 7th grade.

If there’s was a way to disappear he Carmen D’Angelo Berzatto would have mastered it by now. He’s sure of it.

Which is why Carm be knows he’s fucked. Magical teleportation out of his plane of existence unavailable. He has to settle for trying to slump down in his seat. The second Mikey’s big mouth hollers “Yo Syd” across the cafeteria, he can feel his face grow hot.

“She’s not my girlfriend. Jesus Mikey please. You know how Richie gets” Carmen knows instantly he’s screwed up. Revealed too much. Denied too adamantly and now Mikey can smell blood in the water. A shark that feasts on sibling embarrassment instead of smaller fish.

Sydney to her credit looks more confused than annoyed as she exits lunch line. Wondering what she possibly could have done to earn the attention of Michael Berzatto.

Sydney rolls her eyes but continues in Carmen’s direction. Apprehensive eyes as she worries her lip between her teeth.

Carmen remembers the plushness of that bottom lip well. Suddenly his brain forgets to panic, too focused on reliving the feel of Sydney pressed up against him sighing.His heart hammering and palms sweating Sydney approaches.

He can’t help but maintain eye contact, not sure which messages he’s trying relay with an unblinking stare and furrowed.

Save yourself, run away from whatever bullshit Mikey’s going to spin. Or Save me, from incoming hurricane Michael.

Sydney’s gaze ping-pongs back and forth between him, Michael and the empty seat between them. Carmen wants to offer her a seat, he wants to stand like a gentleman like his mom is always reminding him to be, he wants to kiss her the way he did in the cramped kitchen of her dads apartment , he wants to carry her lunch tray, he wants to offer her anything and everything.

When it comes to Sydney carmen finds that he wants and wants and wants.

“So how’s cakes and shit?” Richie waves his hand dismissively as Sydney sits down next to Carmen. The soft heat of her thigh against his feels hotter than any oven Carmen’s ever cooked with.

“ I don’t know , how’s retaking freshman algebra for the third time?” Sydney take a vicious bite out of her carrot with a triumph snap.

“Damn. I like her! Bear” Mikey claps a hand on Carmen’s shoulder and shakes it.

Sydney can’t help but give a shy smile and sly glance . Teasingly mouthing Bear, her nose crinkled inquisitively.

Carmen stares at the plastic table top and shrugs.

“Now Sydney. Why don’t you do us all a favor.” Mikey leans in conspiratorially , elbows on the table .

“Moms been cursed with only one handsome son, obviously” he motions to himself preening his face turned in profile. Sydney can’t help but see the similarities in the bumps of Michael’s and Carmen’s Roman noses.

“Oh fuck you Mikey” Carmen rolls his eyes his rebuke heartless.

“Anyways , my poor mother is going to have to deal with Carmen’s ugly mug in prom pictures.” Sydney makes a shocked noise , ready to interrupt in Carmen’s defense .

Undeterred Michael plows on

“The least you can do is be in the pictures with him, ya know. Girl as gorgeous as you would help pretty them up. Consider it an act of service. For my poor mother” Michael clutches his hand to heart and gives Sydney a wink.

“ Are you going to Prom Carm?” Sydney turns to address him directly. Ducking a bit to make him meet her eye. Refusing to let him hide.

They have a talent for seeing each other when no one else will.

“I was thinking about it, maybe . If you ya know…” Carmen feels himself trailing off. This feels all wrong, to small and hesitant.

She deserve more, roses, a grand gesture , shit Scottie Kulawski asked a girl out with on a god damn horse after school.

Carmen feels her hand cover his, stopping the swirling thought in their tracks. Her thumb rubbing small gentle circles over the top of his knuckles.

“ I’d love to. Pick me up at 6?” Sydney’s voice is soft and gentle in a way that sends shivers up Carmen’s spine.

“Uh yeah absolutely” Carmen can feel himself nodding dumbly. His hand tightening around hers. Bringing it to his lips without thinking, kissing it like a grateful pilgrim in the presence of a living saint.

Sydney leans in close her lips almost touching Carmen’s ear. The proximity of her chest to his slowly driving him insane. Carmen stares at the floor his ignoring the eyebrow raise from Michael.

“You better clean up nice Berzatto” Sydney croons before brushing a chaste kiss to his cheek before leaving the lunchroom.

[seigephoenix]

The Finale

Here we come at last to the end of Siobhan's Final Shape story. There will be more to come especially since she absolutely hates the Conductor from the Echoes expansion. For now this is the last bit you'll see of her and Crow while I finish working on their entire story. From past life to current season of Destiny.

Content Warning: mentions of loss, partner loss, grief, trauma, acceptance, overcoming trauma, and finally learning to let go Length: ~6k

After Recruiting Ikora

“Ugh, now I remember why I hated Io.” Siobhan sighed as Ikora joined their little camp.  The area they were in resembled Io so strongly, and Siobhan shouldn’t have been so surprised.  Io was sacred to the Traveler and to most other Guardians, for her though it represented the worst phase in her life as a Guardian.  The way the Taken ichor had latched its claws into her Light had stunned even Arawn.  She almost lost her life that time and it was hard to shake that feeling now that she was standing in an area dedicated to resembling the planet.  Ikora waved for Siobhan to join her and she broke from her melancholy thoughts to join the Warlock Vanguard.  She always did enjoy talking with Ikora, though she was never able to delve too deeply into the philosophical side of things, she’d seen enough to keep up conversation.  Siobhan still kept herself to the far reaches of the camp, which annoyed Nevia to no end.  Nevia also knew that convincing Lord Shaxx to participate in the Iron Banner would be easier than trying to tell Siobhan to move closer.  The Hunter would give the Crucible Master a run for his glimmer on who was more stubborn.

“How is your shoulder?”  Ikora asked quietly.  Siobhan gave her a curious look.  “Crow told me.”  Siobhan snapped straight and looked at Crow accusingly.  Ikora was stunned at the peevish look on her features.  She pointed at him and yelled out for the entire camp to hear.

“You ratted me out!?”  Nevia burst out laughing as Crow glared at her defensively.  He turned his back and Siobhan returned her attention to Ikora after sticking her tongue out at Crow’s back.  “My shoulder could be better.  It aches with all the Taken around but I’ll be fine.  I will tell Nevia, at least, if I need a break.”  Ikora nodded and stood.  She knew that would have to suffice for the moment.  They had more pressing matters to deal with.  Siobhan knew the weight of what they fought for, and she’d never ask a Guardian to give more than they were willing to part with.  Except she knew this Guardian was willing to put it all on the line.  Almost a little too eager sometimes and that worried Ikora.  She knew Guardians that were bent on self-destruction and Siobhan seemed to go down that path often, but she was always pulled back by her friends and family.

“I would hate to relay to Yvette and Aine that you got hurt.”  Siobhan saw the twinkle in Ikora’s eyes and huffed.  Threatening to tell on her to mom and grandma would always get Siobhan to behave.  Only because Yvette was excellent about making sure her point got across, no matter how long that took, and Aine had one of the best disappointed looks in the Last City.  “Good.  Now we need to find Zavala.”

Siobhan sat down on the rock after Nevia gave her a chastising look before turning to Ikora and the others.  She was stunned when Crow sat next to her after the meeting dispersed, she wasn’t good with this awkward shit.  Never had and likely never would be.  Even back during her previous life she’d always been uncomfortable when it came to emotions and actions that held weight and meant something.  She turned her head away as she did her best to live up to what Cayde told her.  Forgiveness wasn’t demanded but earned, but none of that could happen until she began with herself.  She didn't need to hold it all inside, but how did you even begin a conversation like that?  Yeah, sorry for killing you like that but it’s okay cause I don’t forgive myself so you don’t need to either.

“Why didn't you say anything about being weak to the Taken poison?” Siobhan paused at the instant knee jerk reaction of denial and anger and instead blew out a breath.  She held out her palm and Arawn floated on it.  She could at least start with this at the very least.

“It's a pretty widely known fact among the Tower’s leadership.  I just assumed you knew.  A bullshit excuse but it's the truth.  I should have warned you when I saw the first Taken here but I didn't think I'd get hit quite that fast.  I’m usually better about detecting them.”  Siobhan leaned her head back to look up and she closed her eyes.  “I meant what I said to Ikora though.  I can manage this just fine.  If I can't I'll gladly let Nevia know.” 

Crow watched her side profile and felt the bundle of emotions tightening in his chest.  He wanted to say something but the words died on his tongue.  He wanted to tell her everything he felt, but how could he?  How could he tell if these were his feelings or Uldren’s?  Every time he wanted to say something his chest felt tight.  There was no way he could demand anything of her, like stay behind and heal when he wouldn’t listen to the same advice.  Crow gave up and looked up at the stars as well.

“I was never holding a grudge against you.  I never did.  And I also wasn’t jealous that you were getting close to Amanda.”  Crow flinched at the mention of the memory.  “Honestly, you two would have been cute together.  So don’t think I was bitter or anything, I knew you didn’t have your memory.  Makes me a little more sympathetic to how Uldren must have felt when I just casually strolled down the red carpet that day.”  Siobhan chuckled as Crow gave her an exasperated look.

“Then, why are you so withdrawn?  Besides what I said, I know that wasn’t all it had to be.”  Siobhan shook her head.  She sighed and decided to say what was in her heart, after all, what did she have to lose at this point?  At least the air would be clear between them and they could go into the last battle without this awkwardness between them.

“I couldn’t forgive myself.  How could I?”  Siobhan whispered as she looked down at her hands, fingers loosely held together.  “Surely there was something I could have done, something I could have said to save Uldren.”  Crow reached out but paused just before touching her shoulder.  “Logically, I know there wasn't much of anything I could do with the exception of making your sister appear.  It still doesn't ease the tightness in my chest knowing I killed the man I love.”  A tear dropped down to her glove and she hastily wiped at her cheek, she couldn’t risk losing her composure right now.  Afterwards, she could give in and cry.

“Siobhan…  It's okay to forgive yourself.”  She looked at him in surprise.  “I think I'll be angry if you don't.”  She couldn’t find a reply to that, she was stunned into silence.  How was he able to forgive her?  Just like that.  Siobhan wasn’t sure it was that easy with her.  Forgiving herself for Uldren’s death would mean she had to forgive herself for Emyr’s death, and that wasn’t something she was ready to do just yet.  Or ever.  She could still hear him yelling at her to go when she closed her eyes.  How could she forgive herself when she’d killed two men she loved?  How?  She knew what she’d say to Crow and braced to lie through her teeth.

“I’ll try.”  Crow arched an eyebrow and she shook her head.  “That’s all you’re getting out of me right now.  I’ll try to forgive myself.  I won’t let anything happen to the mission.  I won’t let anything happen to interfere with what we’re trying to accomplish and I certainly will be taking the Witness down!”  Arawn flexed his shell and looked at Glint.  Glint seemed to sag at her words, as if he knew it wasn’t truthful.  Arawn knew his Guardian was lying and he knew why, he just wanted to take away and ease this burden from her shoulders.  Forgiving others came easily to Siobhan, but forgiving herself was something she just shrank away from.

“That’s all I can ask.  Just know that I forgive you.”  Crow patted her uninjured shoulder and headed back towards the group.  Siobhan breathed out in relief and leaned forward with her elbows on her knees.

“Siobhan,” Arawn began but paused at the look on her face.  “You need to listen.  If he forgives you, then why can’t you forgive yourself?”

“I’ve tried Arawn.  I tried to tell myself I did everything I could.  Yet, every time I close my eyes, I see his eyes full of hatred and vitriol.  The things he said to me at the end, I just.  I can’t forget that and that just maybe I could’ve done more.”  Siobhan sighed and looked out at the field in front of her.

“Crow’s said there was nothing you could have done.  The corruption was too great.”  Siobhan nodded and she breathed out.  “So let’s try, okay?”

“I did promise to try.  And I mean it.  I’ll work on forgiving myself.”  Arawn bobbed as he was pleased with Siobhan’s words.  She chuckled and straightened before she hopped off the rock.  When her feet hit the ground, her entire world went dark.  “Arawn?”  Siobhan looked around as the world became mute and dark.  “Again?”

“Hey there short stack.”  Siobhan froze at the voice behind her.  Purple smoke curled around her fist as fury rose in her chest.  Only one person ever called her by that nickname.  She turned and saw the man standing there, but she knew he wasn’t there.  There’d been nothing left of him, not even a body to return back to the Tower.  Only the tattered remains of his cloak and an empty Ghost shell.  Bile rose up in her throat as she looked at him, just as she’d seen him last.  The twinkle in his silver eyes was the same as the last day she spent with him before that unfortunate venture into the Vault.  The black hair shot through with silver pushed back off his forehead, only one stray lock flopping forward.  She’d always pushed it back and he always laughed at her when it ignored her attempts.  Those had been happy times.  She felt the tears welling up in her eyes, she knew the Darkness played dirty but fuck.

“Now that bitch tries to tempt me with Emyr?  I suppose it was inevitable I’d see you in place of Uldren this time,” Siobhan whispered as she curled her hands into fists, the purple crackled around her clenched hands.  She heard the Void whisper in her ear, echoing her fury at what she saw.  How could the Witness think she’d be anything other than pissed off to see him?  Did the damn bastard think she’d just throw everything away and go off on her merry way?  Of course the Witness did, no way would it ever understand the bonds between people or the convictions they held dear.  She looked up and met those amused eyes with ones filled with fury and hurt.  Siobhan clenched her jaw to keep the tears at bay, she couldn’t afford to show the Witness any weakness.  The temptation was so strong, he was right in front of her.  Yet she knew that this wasn’t Emyr, and that was what hurt the most.  She fucking yearned to feel his hand against her cheek again, to feel as if the world was right.  But it wasn’t fucking real!  Siobhan wanted to rage at the world, to slash and burn the Witness to ash.  She was stuck dealing with the image of Emyr instead.  Was this how Commander Zavala felt?  Her heart cracked a bit at the thought of the Commander going through what she was.

“Uh, you good short stack?  You’re acting like it’s a surprise to see me.  Isn’t this what you wanted?  Me back?  Now you don’t have to feel guilty about anything.”  He held open his arms but her boots remained where they were.  She wanted to, oh how she wanted to, hell her palms itched to just grab him up against her.  Instead, she heard the soft crackle of ice as it surrounded her hands.  With a single thought it would turn into a sickle, but even if this was Darkness disguised as Emyr…  She still couldn’t lift her hand against him, no.  Not him.  And that practically shattered her knowing she couldn’t raise her weapon against him.  Siobhan pulled in a ragged breath before she turned to fully face the image.

“You’re not Emyr.  You’re just an empty facsimile of him.  I’ll never forgive you for taking his image and twisting it like this to hurt me.  Your days are numbered, you sonofabitch!  Do you hear me!?”  Siobhan screamed before the dark shattered around her and she found herself on her knees.  Her hands clasped the sides of her head as she felt the sobs tear at her chest.  She had to watch him disappear again.

“Siobhan!” Nevia rushed to her side and knelt by her.  “What?  What happened!?”  Siobhan just shook her head; she couldn’t form any words around the sobs.  Nevia gathered Siobhan against her as she stroked the back of her head.  “Give us a minute.”  She didn’t glance back at Ikora or Cayde.  She had a sinking feeling she knew why Siobhan was sobbing.  Only one person could ever break her this badly.

“Of course.”  Ikora realized what Siobhan must have seen as well and her heart broke for the Hunter.  She touched Cayde’s shoulder and they walked away, leaving Crow standing there looking on helplessly.

“She’ll be okay in a minute Crow.  She had an encounter with the Witness,” Nevia assured him but he still didn’t move.  “Stubborn ass.” She whispered as she focused back on Siobhan and the words she was mumbling.

“It.  It took the image from my memories, from my heart.  Just standing right in front of me, exactly like the day before the Vault.  He claimed this was what I wanted.  Him back.” Siobhan sobbed as she shook her head.  “I’d give anything to have him back, anything, but I won’t join that bastard’s side.  I’d never be able to look him in the face again if I did.”  Siobhan struggled to leash the grief again and took large gulps of air to calm herself.

“No, you’d never join that bastard’s side.  No matter what was dangled in front of you,” Nevia whispered as she stroked Siobhan’s hair.  “Not just because Emyr would kick your ass, but because that’s who you are dear.”  Siobhan looked up at Nevia with conflict warring in her eyes.  “Nope, you may think you’d turn to the Darkness but that’s not who you are.  Not my best friend.”  Siobhan gave a harsh bark of laughter but realized Nevia spoke true.  Even with the temptation presented in front of her, Siobhan had spat in the Witness’s face and that was enough for her.  If only she didn’t have to bear this heavy burden in her heart of losing him twice.

“No, I could never join the Darkness.  I may wield it in battle, but I’d never give myself over to it.”  Nevia nodded and leaned back.  Crow took a step forward.  “Sorry to make a spectacle of myself like that,” Siobhan whispered.  Nevia shook her head and lightly smacked Siobhan on the back of her head.  “Ow, I deserved that.”

“Yes, but not for the reason you think.  You’re not making a spectacle of yourself Sio, not for grieving like that.  I don’t know how I’d react if the Witness did that to me.  You’re allowed to grieve, and grieve however you need to.”  Nevia slowly stood and rested her hand on Siobhan’s shoulder.  “We’ll be here to help you pick up the pieces when you’re done.”  With that she gave Crow an extremely stern look before she headed back off to Cayde and Ikora.  These two needed to talk and she had her own problems to deal with.

Crow watched Nevia leave before he turned back to face Siobhan.  Glint floated in front of her and gently nudged her cheek.  “Arawn told me who you saw.”  Siobhan looked up at Glint and gave him a sad smile.  “I met him once too.  When I was still searching for my Guardian.”  Siobhan held her hand out and Glint settled happily in her palm.

“I see.  And how did he hold up in your eye Glint?”  Glint flexed his shell and floated up again, this time Arawn joined him.  Siobhan looked over at Crow and slowly got to her feet while wiping the tears off her cheeks.

“He was kind.”  Siobhan felt the tears anew and leashed them back.

“That he was,” Siobhan said even though her throat felt clogged.  She knew she needed to talk about Emyr with Crow, but she didn’t know how.  “He was infinitely kind.  To everyone.”  Glint flexed his spikes and floated back over to Crow who looked down at him before back to Siobhan.  She sighed and halfway turned to face him.  “His name was Emyr.”

“You’ve told me a bit…”  Siobhan nodded as she remembered a conversation before Crow had his memories back.  He’d seen her standing at Emyr’s memorial during the Festival of the Lost and had asked about him.  “I didn’t realize how strongly you felt…”

“It’s hard to explain, but I’ll try.”  She sighed and looked over as Arawn materialized beside her, giving her his silent support as she tried to untangle the feelings in her chest.  “Emyr was the very first person I ran into after being resurrected.  He was on a patrol with Jareth when I, quite literally, fell at his feet thanks to the walkway collapsing underneath me.  He was so corny.” Siobhan chuckled at the memory.  “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?  As I was lying there letting Arawn check me for my wounds.  Jareth punched him for it before helping me up.”

“So you did meet Jareth too.”  Siobhan nodded.  She blew out a long breath and her shoulders sagged.  Jareth had been a steady presence in her life since that fateful day and she clung to that.  Jareth felt the same and was always glad to have the reassurance she’d always come back as well, not matter how close to death she got.

“Those times were some of the best in my short life as a Guardian.  Emyr helped me navigate being a Guardian.  He had me join his Fireteam.  We were Fireteam Chronos at the time.  The.  The problem was, he got cocky.”  Crow took a step forward and stood at her side.  His hand hovered over her back before dropping, he sensed she wasn’t ready for anyone to touch her just yet.

“He got cocky and decided to take on the Vault of Glass on Venus.  There are some creatures in there that resemble Vex Harpies, but they’re immune to any kind of damage.  We were trapped by them, Emyr and myself, and there was only one way out.  It was too long of a run for both of us to make it.”  Crow froze as he realized where this was going.  His heart hurt to hear the resignation in her voice.  “I told him we could cloak and make it.  His cloak wasn’t as good as mine, but it would afford us a chance to make it to the door.  Emyr didn’t want to.  He told me to go ahead and he’d distract the Gorgons.”  Siobhan crossed her arms over her stomach and held tight.  She could still remember what happened that day, so clearly.

“He got Jareth to grab me.  Jareth came back for us; he wasn’t going to leave us.  Emyr told him to go, take me and go.  Oh I fought Jareth like a madwoman.  I think I even stabbed him with my knife to get him to let me go, but he never wavered.  The last thing I saw was Emyr giving me the same easy going smile that was on his face the first time I saw him.”  Siobhan sighed and turned her head.  “I carry the guilt to this day.”

“You shouldn’t.”  Crow told her and Siobhan looked at him in surprise.  “He wanted you to live knowing the cost.  That’s not easy for a person, Guardian or not, to make.  Maybe he saw the potential in you, maybe he knew that there was no way out of the situation, or maybe.  Maybe.  If he is as you describe him.  He wanted you to live on for both of you.  A piece of him would always remain so long as you lived.”  Siobhan felt the tears again and this time she didn’t wipe them away.  Instead, she felt Crow’s fingers brush across the tears.

“You’re right.  Doesn’t ease the guilt I feel.  No one has blamed me for his death, not even Jareth.”

“Because you are not at fault.  Blaming yourself takes away the impact of his choice.  He made the decision to stay behind.  He could have done as you suggested, but he made his own choice.  Even if that choice shatters you, you must respect it was his to make.”  Crow simply pulled her against his chest as she fought the tears again.

“I have to stop crying or I’ll be useless in the fight against the Witness.” Siobhan gave a watery chuckle as she wiped at the tears on her cheeks.

“This is healing for you.  The tears have probably always wanted to come out, but now you’re letting them.  If we are going to face the Witness, then we need us at our best.” Crow waited as his words sank in and Siobhan sighed.

“You’re right, but I’m okay now.  I’ll wait for that asshole to show up.  Just so I can put my boot in its face for what it did to me and to everyone else.”  Crow chuckled and let her step back from him.  He missed the way she felt against him already, but there’d be plenty of time for that later.  Later they could address what was between them.  Mission first.

After the final confrontation

“Nevia?  Crow!?  Ikora?”  Siobhan was surrounded by Light.  Soft and warm, it wrapped around her like a comforting hug.  “Yvette!?”  But she was alone.  Arawn floated in front of her and she shouted as she saw his Light fade.  The loss of it staggered her but she scrambled to get him before he fell to the ground.  She landed hard on her elbows and chest, knocking the breath from her, but her hands caught his little shell.  Tears welled in her eyes as she stroked his shell with her fingers.  Siobhan cradled him against her chest as she sobbed for him.  “Arawn!  Please!  I can’t lose you too.”  She held his little shell against her cheek.  Siobhan turned and looked up at the endless void that stretched out above her with anger and grief swirling in her chest and Light.

“Please!  Bring him back!  You owe me!!”  Siobhan yelled at the top of her lungs.  Useless as it seemed the Traveler remained ever silent.  “YOU BASTARD!”  Siobhan’s throat felt raw as she yelled out at the Traveler for not saving Arawn.

“I see you’ve still got a set of lungs on you short stack.”  Siobhan froze as she heard the voice and approaching footsteps.  She whirled and her lip curled in a snarl.  “Whoa, you’ve gotten a lot more vicious since the last time I saw you.”  His lips turned up in that familiar cocky smirk.  Siobhan’s jaw almost dropped as she realized what happened.  She didn’t sense the Darkness like last time, and the Witness was gone.  This wasn’t a trick, was it?  She concentrated but she didn’t sense anything that would indicate it was a trap.  Siobhan’s shoulders dropped as she realized what she was looking at.

“But, how?”  Emyr crossed over to her and placed his hand over Arawn’s shell.  “He’s.  He’s gone.  Like you.  Like, like everyone.  Did I die?”  Emyr laughed and shook his head.

“No, no.  You’re not dead.  You’re very much alive, just a little lost.  I wanted to let you know the Traveler does hear you.  I don’t think it appreciated you calling it a bastard.”  Emyr chuckled at the pinched look on her face but realized she wasn’t joking.

“It’s brought to life countless Ghosts, countless Guardians, countless civilizations.  All with one purpose, to defeat the Darkness.  But when we do…  And I lose the absolute best piece of me…  All I get is silence.  Why did I fight so hard?  Go through so much?  If I’m going to lose everything in the end?”  Siobhan cradled Arawn against her chest.  She closed her eyes and could almost hear Arawn scolding her in her head.  You did it because that is who you are.  Siobhan knew Arawn would never be sad with the way it ended for them, he knew as did she what the potential endings were for them.  She yearned to have him by her side again, and she would grieve for him when she had a moment.  He was the best part of her and now he was just gone.  She felt the tears flowing down and a couple dropped onto Arawn’s shell.  She felt the raw grief soothed under the acceptance even as the tears didn’t stop.  “I’d do it again.”

“What was that?” Emyr asked as he watched her face.  Instead of mournful grief, he saw acceptance.  A peaceful acceptance.

“I said, I’d do it again.  The ride was long and it was full of too much loss.  So many times I almost literally died for this galaxy.  But it was just as full of love and laughter.  All with Arawn at my side.  The one constant in this whole damn chaotic mess I called a life.”  Siobhan placed a kiss on the top of Arawn’s shell.  “And maybe, one day I’ll get to rejoin him again.  Cayde mentioned that Sundance was with him.  So, when my time comes, I’ll get to see him again.”  She looked down at Arawn’s shell with such a tender expression that Emyr shifted uncomfortably.  This wasn’t for him to be seeing, but he looked up and made his own decision.

“You know, I need you to do something for me.” Emyr looked over at Siobhan who tilted her head.  “I need you to live for the both of us.  Like I told you down there in the Vault.  Though I dunno if you heard me then, not with all the cursing and threats you were yelling.”  He laughed at the disgruntled, pinched look on her face.  “I want you to live for both of us.  I’ll always be with you short stack.  Siobhan.  You’re a part of me like I’m a part of you.  Nothing will change that.  I live and breathe as you live and breathe.  All lost Guardians do so long as someone remains.  So, I want you to know this is my decision too.”  Emyr cupped his hands over hers cradling Arawn.  “You aren’t you without your conscience.  Who will keep you in line without me around?  Certainly not Jareth, he’s just as reckless as you are.”  Siobhan watched as his hands began to glow with Light.

“Wait, no.  No, you don’t have to.”  He gave her a quiet smile that stopped the protests.

“Tell Jareth that I’ll be saving him a beer when he finally gets to the other side with me.  I’ll save one for all of you, Crow included.”  Emyr winked as she stared at him in stunned silence.  “He’s good for you.  Though he’s just as reckless as you.  He’ll make a good partner if you’ll let him in.  Promise me you’ll live as long as you can.  I don’t want to see you until you’ve done all you can.  Promise?”  Siobhan felt the tears sliding down her cheeks as she watched his body start to dissolve.

“I promise.  I’ll live for both of us.  Jareth will too.  I won’t forget you, so don’t forget me, okay?”  Siobhan gave him a watery smile and closed her eyes when he leaned over and pressed his lips against her forehead.

“Who can forget the person who literally fell for them upon first meeting?”  Siobhan burst out laughing as the rest of him faded.  “Love you short stack.  Keep me waiting though, would you?”  She looked up as the last sparkles faded and she was surrounded by the heart of the Traveler once again.  The quiet should have made her uneasy, but instead she felt at peace for the first time since the war with the Witness began.  She smiled up at the sky and tilted her head with a sly smile on her lips.

“I’m sorry I called you a bastard.”  She could almost sense the amusement in the air around her.  Her eyes darted back to Arawn’s shell as his little spikes fluttered.  “Arawn?”

“Siobhan!”  He shot into the air and floated in front of her face.  “I felt Emyr.  But that can’t be right.”  She pulled him in close to rest her cheek against him.

“It’s true.  Apparently, we got mixed up in where we were to land.  We wound up on the side with those we lost, and Emyr showed up in front of me.  He used his Light to bring you back,” Siobhan told him and she watched as his eye narrowed.

“I’m sorry.”  Siobhan tilted her head.  “You had Emyr back, and I.”  Siobhan shook her head and smiled down at Arawn.

“You are the very best piece of me Arawn.  Emyr knew that.  He insisted on bringing you back.  He said we needed to live a very long life so he could also remain with us.”  Arawn watched his Guardian but saw she was at peace with what happened.  He sensed there wasn’t any turmoil in her heart.

“But what will happen now?”  Siobhan looked back as she heard her name being called.  She smiled at seeing Jareth practically tripping over himself to get over to where they were.  Anna was right behind him.  Arawn floated by her shoulder as they saw the rest of her Fireteam running towards them.

“Well, now we can live.” Siobhan grinned as Arawn bobbed happily in the air.  “Now, wait wait!!!”  Siobhan shrieked as Jareth came charging at her.

“Guardian down.”

“AH!  I KILLED HER!”  Siobhan came back laughing as Jareth apologized repeatedly.  Anna was doubled over, wheezing from the spectacle.

“Knock it off.  I wouldn’t trade you for anything you big lunkhead.” Siobhan popped back onto her feet and grabbed Jareth up in a crushing hug, then turned to Anna.  She spotted Nevia off in the distance but didn’t see Cayde.  The look on Nevia’s face told her enough, whatever happened was for them and them only.  She wouldn’t pry but would be available to sit down over some ramen and reminisce about their old Vanguard and bitch about their new one.

Siobhan hurried towards the Vanguard as they spoke to the large crowds of survivors.  Their side barely had any casualties, but those that fell would be honored.  Siobhan hated these speeches but the Commander kept it short, sweet, and to the point.  To almost everyone’s shock but they all earned a reprieve that day.  They’d seen and conquered more than what was asked of them, and the celebrations would be legendary.  The crowds dispersed to do what they wanted for celebrations.  Siobhan was swept away by her fireteam, literally as Jareth simply lifted her up and carried her back to their ship to go to the City, and Crow watched her go.  He wanted to go with her but was still unsure about where they stood with one another.

The Last City

“Miss Siobhan!!”  Siobhan turned as the children hailed her.  She laughed and caught the ball on the side of her foot.  She bounced it on her foot, side of her foot, knee, and then headbutted it back to the kids as they chased it letting out peals of laughter.  Siobhan saw all of their allies mingling together in the City.  Cabal, Eliksni, Human, Awoken.  She always pictured it but never thought it would be possible.  They had a reason to unite and now that the results of that were in, all seemed to think it would be beneficial to remain allied.

Especially with Savathun still out there and who knows what.  Just because the Darkness is defeated doesn’t mean that everything is over.  Siobhan had gotten Nevia’s message about retiring and though it made her heart ache, she understood.  For now, Siobhan felt more energized than ever to go after the enemies of the Traveler.  Her work wasn’t done, not by a long shot, but.  Her eyes landed on three distinct backs as they sat on the edge of the wall facing the city.  There would be time to relax and celebrate for her too, she had one more thing to wrap up.  Emyr’s words still hunt in her ears.  He’ll make a good partner for you if you let him.  If only Emyr knew, but she had a feeling he did know about her past.  With those words still in her ears, she headed over to visit the Vanguard.

“Ah, Siobhan.  It’s wonderful to see you,” Ikora told her as Siobhan stopped behind them.  “Your presence is hard to hide dear.”  Siobhan laughed at the comment about her stealth abilities.

“I’m not exactly the most subtle Hunter out there, that’s for sure.”  Siobhan grinned as Zavala chuckled.

“If you were, we’d have had far less paperwork to do.”  Crow and Ikora stared at him in disbelief before Siobhan doubled over with laughter.

“I’d say I’m sorry, but that wouldn’t be the truth.”  Her eyes twinkled as Zavala turned to look at her.  “I will say, I do apologize for the many, many headaches I may have caused to the Vanguard.”  Ikora chuckled as Zavala scoffed.  “Okay, maybe not.  After all, those headaches that I caused resulted in a lot of the enemies we faced being defeated.”

“Join us please.” Ikora motioned to the spot beside Crow and Siobhan settled down.  “It’s so hard to believe.  Two Guardians went up against the greatest enemy we’ve ever faced and came out victorious.”  Siobhan tilted her head as she looked over at the Vanguard.

“I never thought I’d see this day.” Zavala sighed and tilted his face towards the sky.  “The city is safe for the moment.  We cannot thank you enough for this Siobhan.”

“But we didn’t do it alone.” Siobhan’s words gave all of them pause.  Crow looked at her curiously; she faced the city with a smile on her face.  “We didn’t.  We had you and all our allies behind us.  Sure, Nevia and I were the ones who faced the Witness in the end.  Our Ghosts paid the price for it.  But we were not alone.”  Siobhan looked up towards the Traveler and the glowing pink triangle leading to its heart.  “There’s no way we would have succeeded without everyone at our backs.  Knowing that I could focus on the fight ahead was a reassurance in itself.”  She accepted the lantern from Crow with a soft murmur of thanks.

“Our hardships we faced we did it together.  Anytime a threat faced us, we banded together and fought.  From the Vanguard to the children of the city.  Eliksni, Cabal, and humanity together were what overcame our challenges.  In this fight and others.”  Siobhan kept her eyes on the Traveler as she lifted her lantern and let it float into the sky.  “We’re never facing our enemies alone so long as one single person draws breath.  The people that came before them and the ones that will come after us, we are all in this together.”

“Very poetic.  Are you certain you aren’t interested in the Van,“ Ikora paused as Siobhan cloaked immediately.  Zavala burst out laughing as did Crow.  “My mistake.  We are quite happy to have Crow on our side.”  Siobhan reappeared dangling off the ledge, after having slipped while cloaked.  Crow panicked and hastily pulled her up.

“Did you forget that anytime we approached Siobhan or Nevia about the Vanguard position, they’d instantly disappear?  I certainly didn’t.  The most creative was when they attempted to climb into the rafters but failed.  I do believe it was you that landed on Saladin as he was walking in, wasn’t it?” Siobhan laughed at Zavala’s question.  She remembered that day quite well as the blistering Saladin gave her was still firmly lodged in her memory.

“That was me.  I thought Yvette was going to bust a blood vessel laughing as hard as she did.  Aine found it amusing too if I remember correctly,” Siobhan said as she remembered that incident.  Saladin, however, was not as amused as everyone else.  Siobhan happily escaped during the chaos and she never got asked about the Vanguard position again.

“I believe she still brings it up a time or two whenever she wants to get under Saladin’s skin,” Ikora murmured as Siobhan laughed again.  “Thank you.”  Siobhan looked at her curiously.  “For being you.  For being at the forefront of every fight we have had.  Anytime our city or our lives were endangered, everyone could count on you to step forward and fight.”  Siobhan crossed her arms and turned her head.  “Are you embarrassed Siobhan?”

“No.”  The petulant reply had Crow chuckling.

“Your aura patterns give you away.”  He gently nudged the patterns swirling over her cheeks with his finger.  Siobhan looked at him in betrayal.  He merely turned back to his own lantern and let it rise towards the sky, joining hers.  Ikora and Zavala also released theirs and they sat in silence as they watched the lanterns float from everywhere in the city.

Siobhan felt Crow shift next to her but she stayed where she was.  She had no reason to run from him anymore.  It was time to forgive herself.  She’d never sought forgiveness from Crow, had felt she didn’t deserve it, but he gave it anyway.  If she were going to move forward in this new life, she would have to forgive herself.  She was surprised when his fingers brushed hers, but she didn’t move her hand away.  Instead, she flipped her hand and linked their fingers together.  She saw him smile out of the corner of her eyes and her heart warmed.  There’d be time to figure out where they stood with each other later.  For now, she was going to enjoy the peace and savor the time she had with him.

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦 - part two lando norris x  fem! streamer! reader (fluff) “. . . lando finds himself addicted to playing video games with this girl he cant get out of his head.”

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“Lando get off my screen.” You were hyper focused on the game in front of you, but you could see the streamer clearly answer ‘no’ in the chat. “Bro, get off my screen.” ‘noh’ “What the fuck do you mean ’noh’? I’m so fucking buying gp tickets to beat your ass.” ‘play cod with me’ You couldn’t hold back the laugh at his demand. You tried to ignore him and concentrate on the task at hand but instead you got someone calling you on disc.

“What the fuck do you want?” You laughed, pausing the game and putting your phone on speaker. “Show me your build.” He demanded. You were wheezing on the floor at this point, and Lando, sitting on his bed across the world from you, bit his lip to hide his smile. Was he really making you laugh like this? He wanted you to laugh all the time.

“Come on, show me it. I need to fix my shit.” He urged you, not really good with pretending to be annoyed. “Stop laughing!” “I’m trying.” You tried to hold yourself together as you sat back on your chair. Going to settings, you went to your character build. “Go to weapons.” You did as he asked, scrolling through the list. “That one! That one!” You paused scrolling up a tinge to see what he was talking about.

“Open the shiny orange one.” You rolled your eyes at the order, clicking more details, letting him see all the stats. You tried to scroll down but you were only met with his shouts telling you he hasn't copied down everything yet.

“Are ya finished?” “Does it look like I'm finished?” “Watch the sassy attitude.” you scolded, clicking your tongue, exiting the settings which resulted in a loud ‘NOOOO’ from the voice chat. You giggled as you went back to gaming. “Any further plagiarising, you will have to pay for.” 

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"Since we're on the topic, Lando, what the fuck."

Lando visibly scrunches his brow in thought as he messes around with the settings on his game. "What did I do this time?" he asks, audibly confused. He was a 'guest' on your stream (which was a result of hours upon hours of him nagging you to let him join for a few games). With a quick sip to his monster energy drink he went back to listening to you.

"Well, at least you can admit and know that you do stuff." you chuckled. "I got something in the mail this morning." Lando's attention was quick to change and fixate on you. "Did you finally get my Christmas gift?" "you actually got me a Christmas gift you little shit?"

Lando smiled slyly. "Now why would I do that? you got me something. terrible gift by the way--" "--whaaaat?" you laughed, looking at your monitor where Lando had his arms folded and legs crossed, gazing off to nowhere to listen to your voice.

"You're curses are much better now though." you tease, laughing. Lando looked at the camera, giving it a look of displeasure. "Chat, she got me a how to swear book, and a mug with a middle finger on the bottom." He shook his head and sighed in disappointment. You chuckled at his reaction, shaking your head.

"Tell you what, if I like your gift, I'll get you another gift." you try to reason. "Can I choose?" you thought for a second at the question, before shrugging. "sure."

you shake the box trying to listen to the contents. "why-- why don't you turn your camera on?" Lando tried to suggest, voice quieter as if he would scare you off like a small bird if he spoke too fast or loud. you dryly laughed, opening the box. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" you shook your head. "I just wanna make sure you're giving an honest reaction." the brunette tried to justify. you only shook your head and continued with the unboxing.

"Oh, would you look at that?" you giggled opening the little box inside. "He put a wrapped box inside a box. Everyone clap for lando, he wrapped the box nicely." You could see the proud smile that curls on the boy's lips at your words. 

"What's this handwriting? I can't read this--" "--My handwriting is nice!" "Sh! Where are my reading glasses. . . *clear throat* 'Merry Christmas, devi. the guy from twitch, signed, best f1 driver'. . . never mind guys, this is not from lando. I didn't know Max Verstappen knew my address." "HEY!" you laughed at his reaction, opening the box.

"I got a new hoodie- oh it's a whole merch set. nice." you hummed disinterested, pulling out the merch. You liked it more than you let on, your favourite colours as well. You recognized the designs from your tiktok feed where people talked about how pretty but expensive, LNFOUR WORLDWIDE.  "--and orange paddock pass. Everyone give it up to lando norris. A for effort." you giggled, inspecting the orange card. "When am I ever going to use this?" "Australian Grand Prix, duh." you rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head. 

"Aww, okay that's sweet. He got me a new watch, it's cute.” “you like it?” You were too concentrated on inspecting the gears and design to notice the bright and hopeful look on the brit’s face, biting his lip in anticipation.”I do like- lando you piece of shit!" He was smiling very widely and laughing lightly, trying to hide the blush and joy by taking a sip from his drink and resting his fist on his mouth, trying to mask his expression. "How-- why?!" "What do you mean why? You don’t like it?" "This is more expensive than my whole existence. You're out of your mind."

 a stupid Richard Mille. That idiot got you the rm 88, smiley, richard mille. "No." you shook your head. "No? you don't like it? you're lying." He teased, scooting forward with his chair. "You are a piece of shit." 

"haha! Alright ladies and gentlemen. I'll be brainstorming possible gifts on my own time. Right now, i need some help with this, please." "Lando, we're playing minecraft." You chuckled, still admiring the watch that you did hesitate to put it on, a blush covering your cheeks once you adjusted your sleeve to admire the accessory. "Yeah, but how do I make a bed?" "Why? we already have 2 beds." 

"Yeah, but I'm going to break my bed." The look of confusion that covered your face at his words. "why would you break it?" "to put it next to yours." He answered nonchalantly. "...you're not smooth." you shake your head, trying to suppress a smile even if he couldn’t see you.

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“Lando get- GET OUT OF MY WAY, LANDO!” You shouted trying to move your character to run away. “Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy.” was the voice that responded through the voice chat. You found a small giggle like laugh escaping your throat even in such a stressful situation.

“Lando please, we’re going to lose.” you tried to reason, trying to snipe a person from an enemy team. “Good. we can keep restarting rounds,” he answered, his character pushing yours. ‘that way I can spend more time with you’ he wanted to add on but stayed quiet. 

“Hey hey, the storm is getting closer, let's go.” He warned you, starting to lead the way of which you followed after taking your kill. “Did the train pass by?” you ask, raiding a building that you passed by for ammo. “Not yet- it’s here! Let's go! Lets gooo. y/nnn.” “Okay, okay.” You laughed at his antics, following him till you both made it on the train. 

Lando hates to admit it but he’s been fairly domestic for a while. Well he doesn’t hate to admit it, he knows he is currently in a domestic like state, but he knows he’ll get made fun off if he tells either maxes (fewtrell or verstappen), oscar would more of give him a look, carlos would scold him and explain how to court a woman properly, but he’d also get a laugh and some dopamine out of it.

You’d notice the change of behaviour as well. It's been a few weeks after new years and Lando wasn’t bothering you or nagging and annoying you in any sort of way. In fact, he was being pleasant. His presence wasn’t unwanted or annoying. For the past few games you played he’d take care of you. If you played minecraft he always had food if you needed.

If you played cod, he’d have your back. If it was fortnite he always had health potions and revived you, even doing things like keeping track on the train, storm, enemies, or other things you’d want to know.

You liked him like this, a calm and nice entity. You didn’t want to bring it up, because you were scared he’d stop. Scared he’d stop? No you weren’t scared. He’s just being nice. But it was no big deal if he stopped right?

It was just lando. Who you really like to hang out with.

[hellmouth-manor]

Terms and Conditions | MM Trial Start 2/2

A snap and a blink of the eyes is all it takes before you’re no longer in the doorway of the lounge. Teleported into a room of familiarity yet not, you’re in the dining room that started it all- The room where you found Louisa’s corpse and morbid field of flowers. At least instead of a corpse, the table is decorated with signs of status: Rich foods, gold, wealth. It would maybe be relieving if a bit annoying but this room does nothing to quell your unease. In fact, it only amplifies it. 

The walls are pocked with holes that resemble catacombs- It’s catacombs as far as the eye can see, for no matter how high you look the walls just keep going until they’re swallowed up by the shadows of an endless ceiling. 

“Well hello there, little rodents.” 

Standing at the end of the table at either side of a chair is none other than your beloathed Aya and Pheo. The two hostesses stare the group down with a gaze that isn’t normal. Everything about this feels off. 

“Like rats in the walls, Aya. Little. Rodents. Did you really think we were stupid enough to think you’d all not skulk off and get your little noses into things you shouldn’t have? I’m sure it was a lot of fun, getting to go through all the production offices or whatever.” 

Pheo’s usual shit-eating grin is replaced with something a little more threatening. Aya on the other hand seems to sniff the air and grimaces with disgust. 

“Not only did you get your grubby hands on everything, but you all reek of Hope and…” She shudders, “Regardless… We normally would punish the lot of you for such a stunt, but, as Pheo stated, we figured that would happen. In fact, it works in our favor. The plans have changed.” 

The group is motioned to sit at the table. By now, you notice you’re all in your party clothes, which only means one thing: 

“Welcome to an extra special trial!” 

The hostesses say unison. Pheo continues, now with her usual grin. 

“By now you all know that we have extra special players called the Game Master and their assistant. Up until this moment, the Game Master has been operating thinking they have a specific set of winning conditions- Well, hehe… Some things have changed. Times are changing, we have been running the game the same way for a long, long time, and viewers could use some spice. Not to mention it is clear this group is totally special! The way you all keep sticking your butts behind the scenes has forced us to change the format.  This trial is special because it’s a challenge: You’ll be sus-ing out… Our Game Master! I know, I know! You’re all buzzing with questions, but we’ll answer it all in due time. For now just focus on the task on hand.  Now, allow me to assure you that this challenge isn’t for the group. This challenge is actually for the Game Master- You need to make it out of this trial with your identity intact, or I’m afraid it’s game over! Surely it’s frustrating when the goal posts are moved, especially when victory is so close but thems the breaks, kiddo. Hell is never fair!” 

Aya eyes the group, no stare any different than the other. She clears her throat to gain your attention. 

“As Pheo already said, please hold any irrelevant questions for after the challenge. We want your whole focus on this. As well as all the usual trial rules, we are adding that the Game Master and their assistant will not be able to out each other. If you are able to discover the assistant, they will not have the ability to tell you all who the Game Master is. You must all work together and figure that out on your own. In the meantime, we will give you all a series of questions, and once you discuss and answer those questions, we will allow you to start pointing the finger.”

This might be it. There are people among you all that cannot be trusted, the people here that are behind it all. If you discover them, can you stop them? Will stopping them bring you closer to getting out of here? At the very least, stopping them might prevent any more games. These are all assumptions; you don’t know what they’re planning at this point. All you know is that you have to start discussing the first talking point: 

“What is The Great Game? What is its purpose?”