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munsonsmixtapes · 11 hours ago

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I’m Right Here

ex-husband!ghost x pregnant!reader

You meet your ex-husband, Simon for coffee to give him some very life-altering news.

cw: hurt/no comfort

You sit at a table in a crowded coffee shop, constantly wringing your hands as you stare at the mug of tea in front of you that’s surely cold by now. You can’t drink it, not now. You’re too nervous. You feel like you could throw up because of how anxious you are, but you choke it down, trying your best to calm yourself down. You know that what you’re doing is right, but that doesn’t mean that you’re not terrified of doing it.

Simon enters the building and you feel the need to stand, awkwardly waving him over, feeling your heart beating even faster at how devastatingly handsome he still is. He’s let his facial hair grow out and now he’s got a mustache that makes him somehow even hotter.

As he spots you and waves, you immediately get the urge to run. You went over what you were going to say over and over on the way here but now that you finally see him, all of the words in the English language somehow fly out of your head and you’re left with nothing but panic and anxiety.

He approaches you with a wide smile and for a second, you’ve completely forgotten that you’re divorced. For a second, you forget that you haven’t seen him in over a month. It feels so right being together right now, like all that time away made you realize how badly you miss him.

“Hey,” he says, not tacking the words “baby” or “darling” on the end like he used to. You suppose it makes sense since you’re pretty much strangers now. “So, what did you want to meet about?”

“Maybe you should sit down for this,” you gesture towards the chair across from yours and he sits hesitantly, positive that he’s probably not going to like what you have to say.

“I guess I should just cut to the chase then,” you let out a sigh before looking him directly in the eye. “I’m pregnant.”

Everything goes still in that moment. The din of the coffee shop is no longer buzzing in his ears-it’s so quiet as his mind drowns out all the sounds happening around him.

Simon didn’t know what you were going to say but he definitely didn’t expect this. The shock quickly wears off and now he’s smiling so wide that his cheeks hurt. This is the best news he could possibly receive. Deep down, he always knew he was destined to be a dad.

He knows this will only make the divorce more difficult with the co-parenting, but part of him wishes that it would salvage your relationship. He wants so badly to be your husband again even though he’d never tell you so. He knows that you don’t feel the same.

He’s going to be a dad.

This was certainly not on his bingo card when he signed the divorce papers, but he’s definitely not complaining. This is what he’s always wanted, just not like this. And he’s definitely not going to make you go through it alone. Pregnancy is already so difficult and on your own? Yeah, there’s no way in hell he’s letting that happen.

“I’m so happy for you, y/n! Congratulations! I’m-”

He’s about to say that he’s here for you, but he’s not, not really. Not since your mutual break up. Not since he moved out of your house. Not since-not since you decided that you didn’t need him anymore.

“You can decide how you want to do this. If you want to co-parent, that’s great, and if not, that’s fine too.” He can’t imagine not being in his child’s life. He wants to be there throughout the pregnancy, hold your hand throughout the birth, then be able to hold the baby in his arms afterwards.

“I’m here for you,” he replies, reaching for your hand and you give his a squeeze before pulling away. “For everything. Whatever you need, I got it.”

“That’s very sweet, Simon.” It feels weird saying that and hearing his real name is making him feel sick. He thought that maybe your reunion would make you want to give him another chance, but apparently not. “I appreciate it. The first ultrasound is next Thursday at noon if you want to meet me there.”

“Better yet, let me give you a ride.” Of course he’s going to be the sweet selfless man you met all those years ago even though you’ve put him through a lot of pain.

“What?” You don’t know why you’re so caught off guard by his suggestion. It doesn’t matter how messy your divorce was, if you came to him for anything, he’d give it to you no matter what. He’s still the man you married but you just…outgrew each other. But now that he’s sitting here, you’re wondering if that was ever the case. If you both made a huge mistake.

“I don’t want my pregnant wife driving-“ he cuts himself off, realizing what he’s just said and feels his cheeks getting warm. This is going to take some getting used to.

“Well,” you say, standing from the table. “I have to head to work. So you’re picking me up on Thursday morning? I can send you all the information. Do you still have my number?” As if he’d ever delete it. You’re making this whole thing sound like a business transaction, not a discussion about your unborn child. He guesses he’s still in love with you while you’ve completely moved on.

“I’ve still got it,” he nods, caught off guard by the way you’re behaving, like his some random stranger who you hooked up with one night and not the man who used to be your husband. He’d never tell you how badly it hurts.

“Alright, well, I’ll see you then, Simon.” You press a quick kiss to his cheek and then you’re off. Simon watches you head out of the coffee shop, wondering how the hell he’s going to survive any more of this.

#simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x fem!reader #ghost x you #ghost cod x reader #cod ghost #ghost x reader #ghost cod

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ciel-phantomhives-world · 2 days ago

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I've seen many Kuroshitsuji fans say that nobody OBVIOUSLY cares about the nameless twin because otherwise they would have asked about his whereabouts or whatever happened to him in that one month as well.

Well, let me put my 2 cents in on this. I think it's totally unfair to actually consider that as a FACT. First of all, Yana wrote the chapters till the green witch arc in such a clever way where nobody could actually tell if there are definitely 2 boys or not (unless it's the most observant ones connecting the dots together). She purposefully worded the dialogues of the characters in such a manner so that the readers don't immediately realize about a mysterious twin but also dropped random hints here and there. Otherwise where's the fun (the epic, well planned, dramatic reveal)? It's quite obvious that it was done for plot convenience and for a huge plot twist. Also, for more information about this topic, we'll just have to wait and see what happens in the future with the manga instead of treating assumptions as facts. Who knows, we might see the twins from other family members' perspective as well, just like a flashback but a more neutral one and perhaps we can learn more new information. (Unlike the flashbacks that we saw from OCiel's perspective which kinda seemed biased in some ways)

However, if we want to address this issue from the characters' perspective anyway (without taking the plot twist into account) then let's think about Madam Red. She clearly asked OCiel about what happened in that one month. But he didn't say anything, right? What can you do when somebody close to you is traumatized and doesn't want to speak about it? You may try asking them once or twice, indirectly, without mentioning the dead loved ones or anything specifically related to the trauma, so that it might be easier for the victim to open up and madam red knew that but if that doesn't work out then it's better to give it up (unless you're a cop or detective on a case then it's a different thing). It didn't work out for madam red, unfortunately. It's not like she asked about Vincent or Rachel specifically, either. But nobody points that out. Nobody says that "None of the characters asked anything about Vincent or Rachel which means they don't give a damn about them either and only cares about Ciel or blah blah blah."

Did Lizzie ask OCiel the same question about that one month? I can't remember it but even she saw the vibe OCiel was giving. Being all quiet, distant and all. She knew that asking him about his brother or anything related would only further agonize him, remind him even more of the trauma, might make him even more distant towards her and so on because everybody knew that the twins looked quite inseparable. They all probably thought that it's better to stay silent and not mention anything of the past for "Ciel's" sake. And as for Francis, Alexis and Edward, it's still a mystery about how they reacted after hearing that only "Ciel" came back 3 years back. We have yet to see their reactions.

We just know a few things about all of them. Those being:

1) they all probably assumed that the fire killed everybody that were in the mansion except Tanaka

2) then OCiel came back as Ciel and he never told anybody anything. So, again they probably assumed that either the other twin died in the fire or was with him the entire time but since he didn't come back with the twin, so he obviously died cuz he was already weak and how could he survive without anybody looking after him or guiding him? He definitely would have been with "Ciel" and the Butler, Sebastian, if he was indeed alive and so, in order to not remind "Ciel" of those awful memories, they didn't ask anything although some tried to some extent (as much as we know for now) and they sort of buried the memories just like "Ciel" did since it seemed hopeless anyway and not because they didn't care. Rather they probably cared and prioritized more about the only one that's still alive and for his wellbeing, they decided to remain quiet.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #longpost #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #our ciel #real ciel #phantomhive twins #vincent phantomhive #rachel phantomhive #elizabeth midford #madam red #tanaka #edward midford #alexis midford #francis midford #yana toboso #manga #ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS: most of these relatives certainly felt guilty to some extent for whatever happened to the Phantomhives.#many were even supposed to be there for the birthday party although none expected that that would be the outcome of that day #only one child came back and refused to speak about it #they could only do so much #hell diederich even ate himself to an unhealthy extent even if he was not related #they knew that they couldn't be there for the kids when they needed them the most and so how could anybody push OCiel anymore than that?#pretty sure all of them were willing to hear OCiel or “Ciel's” side of story if only he was willing to share everything about that month #they just didn't want to pry and make the situation worse but rather wanted to give that boy all the time he needs to open up #unfortunately that time never really came as much as we know #at least not yet #pretty sure many tried asking Tanaka about it but he could only tell whatever happened at the manor #and unfortunately i bet no cops or detectives got involved in this case because its that one cursed family after all

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sightseertrespasser · 1 day ago

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AHHH! That’s so good! And you’re so right about the language barriers and misunderstandings making things even more complicated. I also propose adding these little things if it suits you:

Jazz and Bluestreak would definitely figure things out faster, probably even hit it off despite the less-than-ideal circumstances. They’re working out the best way to get to the mechas, chatting as they go (Bluestreak asking his questions, Jazz asking some of his own when he gets the chance), and seeing how the other is a pretty important person to Prowl. From the way they both talk about and describe Prowl, each would realize how the other has helped Prowl. And maybe they’d each see different versions of him; Jazz would learn more about how he was before Bluestreak “died” and Bluestreak would get a glimpse of how his brother is now. And it’s just funny to imagine that they’d both form an alliance against Tarantulas. So what if he’s the scientist currently keeping Prowl alive? There’re plenty of other brilliant scientists (both human and Cybertronian) who could be the key to remedying the side effects of mecha piloting. Bluestreak could mention some of the Cybertronian scientists/medics who helped him (such as when the Twins first found out that his mecha was literally his life support), and now that there’s the possibility of getting Prowl to those allies once they escape from the Quints, things aren’t looking as bad now. That is, until Blue mentions that he’s still traveling with the Twins.

Now, while Jazz might not know every single Cybertronian, the Twins are two that he definitely knows of. From what he knows of their reputation, he can only worry about how things might escalate if they encounter Prowl. Because while they aren’t always the easiest to get along with, those they tolerate (or maybe even consider as comrades) will have solid allies (maybe even friends). So following that line of thought, he starts piecing together that if they react similarly to Prowl like how he did with Bluestreak things are just going to get a bit more hectic. He can only imagine what the Twins might try to do to help Prowl, and he can absolutely imagine what Prowl will do if unknown Cybertronians try to interact with him. This all just adds a little more motivation for him to reunite the brothers faster.

Meanwhile, the complete breakdowns of the trio who have no means of communicating at all.

Prowl, who’s been totally stunned by seeing his brother’s mecha, is pulled out of his stupor when he sees the Twins approach. There’s some weird noises coming from the two shapes that enter the room, but he’s fine so long as he’s quiet. He could’ve been hiding (if he was about to enter what he thought was his mecha) when Sunny and Sides get to the room. Then one appears to be prying open the chassis where the pilot should be—where his brother could be (because why else would there be an offline, upright mecha in an enemy ship if not for technical difficulties? he thinks hopefully…) Now he’s beset by the thought that these shapes could be the enemy, that maybe they’re here to retrieve his brother from the offline mecha; he’s starting to move, because he will not lose his brother again. Except the other shape somehow finds him and he’s snatched from the ground. He’s put under literal spotlights, and he can’t see if his brother’s been discovered or not, but he sure as heck won’t go down without a fight. The shapes are still making weird sounds, but he’s drowning it out with his yelling and he’s fighting back as well as he can. He’s never been this close to Quintessons before, but if he can fight out of their grip he’ll have a better chance of surviving once he’s free. He just needs to buy more time either for his brother (if he really is there, which he has to be because why else is his mecha there?) or for Jazz to get to his position.

The Twins, on the other hand, would absolutely be concerned when they find Prowl. They’re trying to locate Bluestreak and they finally get a read on an organic lifeform. The Quint ship jams some of their sensors so they can only get a general read on the location, but it’s a good sign when they see the familiar mecha. Sunstreaker starts to inspect the mecha when Sideswipe finds Prowl, and he’s not at all prepared for the resistance Prowl’s giving him. He’s trying to calm him down when Sunny finally joins them, and they’re both staring at Prowl trying to figure out what could be wrong. They know just how messed up Quintesson experiments can get, so now they’re trying to find any signs of it on Prowl. They’re probably spiraling into the what-ifs about all this, since how else could Bluestreak manage to survive outside the mecha? But they don't know what to do now except make sure Prowl doesn’t fall from so high up with all his kicking. The Twins might even start bickering in the middle of all this trying to figure out their next course of action. So with the yelling and cursing in English and the arguing and swearing in Cybertronian, that one room becomes the epitome of chaos.

Cue Jazz and Bluestreak entering the scene. Maybe Jazz would be carrying Blue on his shoulder, and the moment they both hear the yelling and fighting (in languages they both understand) they’re already dashing to the room in question. And from here there’s so many ways to take this too! Like imagine the stunned silence when the trio in the room hear words they actually understand, and from voices they recognize. Or if the reunion is cut short because this group now has to fight their way out. And of course there’s going to be some sort of reunion (either cut short or not) between Prowl and Bluestreak.

Just a fun little thing for the eventual meeting Jazz (in English): Prowl, they’re friendlies! It’s okay! Bluestreak (in Cybertronian): Sunny, Sides! That’s my brother! Please be careful with him! Sunstreaker, Sideswipe: O_O Bluestreak (in English): Hi Prowl! I’m right here and those two definitely didn’t kill me, so you don’t have to waste your time trying to hunt them to the ends of the universe! Also, I missed you lots and I’m so glad to see you; we definitely gotta catch up when we’re not on a Quintesson ship! By the way, that’s Sunstreaker and Sideswipe! Prowl: *Prowl.exe has stopped working*

Lots of screaming and then lots of relief is the name of the game.

Jazz, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe also have the benefit of being three extremely dangerous mechs, so when they get to see Prowl and Bluestreak drop into sync, they’ll understand exactly how hyper competent they really are.

#asks #fun times

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linkons-most-wanted · 1 day ago

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Love your high school AU! How would you rank the LIs with respect to their overall academic performance and considering how much they actually care about it? (I feel like Zayne would be first place but Sylus is kinda competitive so...)

Oooh I love this question!

Smarts-wise, Sylus and Zayne are neck-and-neck. They have different kinds of genius. Sylus is intuitive and Zayne is methodical.

I think Sylus is simply too ADHD to care enough about grades to have his GPA reflect his intelligence, though. 😂 Teachers that vibe with him (by having reasonable and non-shitty policies) would be giving him A+ across the board, whereas in other classes if he thinks the homework is stupid he's just not going to do it. So he'd be the classic student where the teachers bemoan that he's "not living up to his potential". But he writes some damn good poetry.

Now Zayne, on the other hand--give him a rule and he's going to follow it. The man simply cannot do anything half way, and he's masochistic enough to do what needs to be done to get the grades (lookin' at you, med school). As a quintessential type five, he simply will not rest until he knows All The Things. The grade is secondary--if he can't ace the test, then he doesn't know All The Things and so he must study more.

Caleb's the one that's going to get really competitive. He's as ADHD as Sylus, but you think he's gonna let pipsqueak see Zayne be better at something than him without a fight? Hell no! Caleb will be casual about it at all times, of course, but as we know from Pathless Realms he was a top student at the Aerospace Academy. He's also going to subtly avoid topics he might not be as good at, packing his schedule with things that come easily to him. (Very type seven of him.)

I'm totally blanking on who made it, but I saw a lil comic about Zayne and Caleb where Zayne had no idea he was top of the class and Caleb was checking the rankings daily and trying to give Zayne a hard time, but Zayne was totally oblivious, and I just thought that was spot on. 😂

Xavier is definitely next up--he's mentioned that he got good grades in subjects he cared about, but not the others. So, he's up there, but def has a B- or a C+ floating around in there 😂 He's also maybe fallen asleep during a midterm or two...

Then we hav our dear fishie. Rafayel is as averse to being told what to do as Sylus, but completely unmotivated by status or money. Any time spent in class is time not spent on art. Any time studying is time not spent on art. Why exactly do I have to do anything that's not art? seems dumb. I'm sure he's got his teachers begging him to turn in the extra credit assignments so they don't have to fail him for the year because wow yeah his art is incredible.

It's not that Rafayel isn't smart. He picks up on more than people realize--as his teachers find when they try to call him out for doodling in the back of class and he immediately gives a complete and correct answer. But if he got really into a painting this week, yeah he's gonna skip the homework. And maybe he'll put in an effort for 70% of the test, but that's probably good enough, and he's gonna circle C for the rest of the questions and go back to doodling (probably MC) in the margins of his notebook.

Art history though? He can teach that class--and he does. Substitute teacher who? Just say something vaguely controversial and you can't stop Rafayel from talking about it. All that math stuff is for someone else to figure out. (Poor Thomas 😂)

Rafayel is also 100% going to pretend to be confused to get MC to tutor him. "I don't get it, can you explain it again?" (He already aced the homework last week.) Being doted on by her sweet, earnest, diligent efforts to explain? A million times better than getting A's.

So it's definitely Zayne > Caleb > Xavier right at the top of the class rankings.

Then, whether Sylus or Rafayel have worse grades depends a lot on whether Sylus sees an opportunity to drop out and start his own business. Why compete with other high school students for a piece of paper when you can be out there making real money, y'know?

If they both manage to graduate, they're pretty even in terms of DGAF energy 😂 But they'd also both be way higher in the class rankings than other people expect. The delinquent and the artist who never does his homework in the top 25%? What? How!

#anon ask #answered #ignore all my lol emojis I'M A MILLENIAL OKAY #lads hs au #lads character analysis #lads character discussion #sylus character analysis #sylus character discussion #lads xavier #lads zayne #lads rafayel #lads sylus #lads caleb #lads drabble #lads fanfic #lads headcanons #sylus headcanons

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ahrianee · 3 days ago

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"The first good gift"

Platonic/Family Relationship : Demetrian Titus and Lilia (Oc)

Warnings: English is not my main language, The content of this story may certainly be explicit in terms of blood, there are mentions of injuries, beatings of minors, abuse...

Notes: Platonic/Family relationship, basically Titus is his adoptive father, nothing weird, just me thinking about how "good" a father Titus would be.

Summary: The gifts have always been bad, painful, something she really wished she didn't have... But this time this gift is good.

A gift is always a good thing, it means that other people care about you so much that they thought of you, even if it's just for a moment. But... so... Why are gifts so painful?

Standing there, trembling and clutching the clothes on her back, she knows full well why she’s in the orphanage director’s office, she knows exactly what’s going to happen.

She had been so tired for a few days now that she could barely keep up with the required work. The instructor had seen her and fearlessly dragged her by her clothes to the principal's office. The older man continued muttering in a deep, hateful tone.

— Damn trash… If I didn’t get any benefit from you, I’d really kill you instantly if you weren’t useful —

Thanks to being a nobleman, he possesses enough money and influence in this hive world. Both the planetary governor and the planetary guard only see the exterior of the orphanage, a sweet and warm place where the local children go to be cared for and filled with the love that was taken from them.

Or so everyone thinks, no one hears the screams, no one hears the blows. No one seems to realize what’s really going on in here. They don't just have fifteen children, they have more than fifty children in the orphanage, but those fifteen children are the ones they show to the world. The rest they hide so they can continue taking advantage of them.

The money they receive from the planetary governor for performing such a great act of charity for poor little orphans is, in turn, sent to them by other nobles who see the orphanage's charitable actions so they can claim to be good people simply because they unwittingly helped some leeches.

It's all such a well-crafted cover-up that no one would suspect that inside the orphanage, beyond the first area, there are hidden small altars praying to a God of the Warp. The strong scent of incense is justified by the fact that a pleasant aroma improves the atmosphere.

— I know you're new, you little piece of trash, but let's get one thing straight here —

He crouches down in front of her with a smile, his large hands rising to her shoulders, holding her tightly, his fingers digging into her bony collarbone.

— We gave you the gift of living on… You little shits without parents, you owe us all —

— ...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really so… —

The girl tries to murmur, attempting to explain the situation. The other children who had been in the orphanage longer had warned her that if she complied with everything, she would be fine. She would receive moldy bread and dirty water, but she would get something. If she didn't comply, she would face the wrath of the orphanage director.

While that would be the least of her worries, the worst that could happen would be that she would be handed over to another of these Slaanesh worshippers to do with her body as they pleased.

— ...I'm sorry… —

Before the girl can continue speaking, a loud slap echoes in the room. The girl falls hard, her thin, fragile body hitting the floor with a thud. That would definitely leave bruises. She tries to compose herself while trembling with fear. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, her vision becoming increasingly blurry.

— ...I'm sorry… I'm sorry… —

She looks up and tries to compose herself again, she attempts to apologize once more. If she insisted enough, she thought she might soften the man's heart a little...

Apparently, that wasn't the case. The girl slowly raises her head, gazing at the director of the orphanage. He spits in her face and continues muttering in a deep, disgusted tone. He then raises his leg and kicks her stomach hard, causing her to vomit the bile in her stomach, as she hadn't eaten yet, and it seems she won't.

— Damn kid… Just be quiet and stop being a nuisance —

The man's large hand reaches out toward the girl, grabbing her gray hair covered in dirt and debris, forcefully pulling her toward a small room in the office.

— You truly are a nuisance —

The door bursts open, knocking the girl over. She tumbles and slams against the table in the center of the room. On top of it are several metal utensils stained with a thick layer of dried blood.

— The only reason you worthless beings remain alive is to feed the pleasure of our Lord and Master Slaanesh, every time you cry out in pain, every time you weep in agony… —

He walks calmly around the room. Idols bearing the mark of Slaanesh are scattered throughout the space, and the crackling of coal and firewood resonates. He lets out a chilling laugh as he crouches down to grab the girl by the hair again.

— Let me give you a gift, trash. Just like I did with the rest of the trash in here, I'll give you a gift you'll never forget —

He lifts her up to his face; with his free hand, he tears off the clothes she’s wearing—if you can even call a cloth sack with a few holes clothes. The girl's naked body, eaten away by filth, is malnourished to the point where her ribs stick out from her torso. The bruises and scars spread all over her body are so numerous that they seem like they would never end. After a few seconds of chilling silence, the director throws her back hard against the ground.

The orphanage director rummages around on the table while the little girl tries to compose herself, attempting to evade the danger—in other words, trying to get away from the man approaching her with something that resembles a metal rod with a symbol on the end.

I had seen that symbol before; the symbol hung everywhere, tattooed on the bodies of the elders and burned into the skin of most children.

— I want you to scream, scream in pain, so that our Lord Slaanesh may take pleasure in your suffering —

The girl desperately tries to flee, a sharp blow to her back causes her to fall chest-first onto the floor, losing the little air her lungs can hold.

The principal's thunderous footsteps echo, as if he knows she can't do anything in this situation. No, he doesn't truly know. He knows none of the children he has here can do anything to save themselves from him. The feeling of dominance, the power he holds over these scumbags, courses through her body, creating excitement within her.

— Don't worry, it'll only hurt so much you could die —

His voice is full of mockery. The hand holding the rod moves quickly toward the girl. The red-hot metal tip embeds itself in the little girl's back. In a matter of seconds, the burning pain in her back spreads rapidly. The piercing scream of pain escaping her throat could have ripped her vocal cords, just as it could have alerted everyone in the orphanage to what was happening. After seconds that seemed like an eternity, the director abruptly pulls the rod from the girl's back, tearing off the burned skin along with it.

The smell of burning and metal permeates the room, sealed like cattle, the Mark of Slaanesh scarred red-hot on his back.

The little girl curled up on the floor, trying to hug herself tightly, while she continues to cry and scream in pain.

The noise she's making is so loud that she can't hear the other footsteps echoing, heels that anyone in the room would recognize. She gently crouches down in front of the girl’s body, who is crying non-stop, but the screams she was making slowly begin to drown out until only meaningless noises come out. It seems that her vocal cords were hurt after all. The woman's slender fingers brush the ragged gray hair from the girl's forehead to see her face.

— Oh, my poor, helpless soul… With this mark, no one will help you… Only us… Without us, you will be completely alone… Without us, the worst that can happen to you is death —

The woman's long nails dig into her cheeks, blood dripping onto the floor, while she smiles with a touch of cynicism.

— Be grateful for this beautiful gift we gave you, you little scumbag. At least you'll be useful in your miserable life —

Thunderous laughter echoes in the room as the woman drags the girl out of the office and throws her into the hallway, completely naked and crying.

She can't move, her body is completely unresponsive, and she can only feel the overwhelming pain slowly consuming her. The thought of simply closing her eyes and never opening them again crosses the girl's mind, as if death were the best option at this moment.

Small footsteps sound quickly, running toward the girl. A ragged-looking boy crouches down to her level, pulling out the dirty blanket he has brought and wrapping it around her. His small, scarred, and calloused hand caresses the girl's face.

— …I’m here… —

[ . . . ]

The air catches in her tiny lungs, her body is covered in cold sweat, while she nervously trembles like a small pudding.

She raises her little hands to her cheeks, gently slapping them, trying to push away those bitter and painful memories. It’s hard to forget; it’s truly hard to forget when, the moment you close your eyes, everything comes back to you as if they were chasing you to your grave.

She looks around the room, it's a small room with just a window, a bed, a nightstand with a lamp, and a wardrobe. However, it's completely clean. It's small, but there's not a bit of dirt, no bad smell, and no rotten food hidden under the bed for him to eat when he's so hungry it hurts. There are no... He quickly shakes his head, she has to leave those memories of the past behind him.

The little girl's small body jumps up from her bed, she can't allow herself to be overwhelmed by those memories. She looks at her reflection in the mirror in the room and observes her former scrawny body that is starting to gain some weight. She is still small, she still feels weak, but she doesn't look emaciated like before, she doesn't appear as if she has only a breath of life left.

She can't help but smile softly as she goes to her closet, taking a small stool to reach the area where the nun's habits she had been given hang.

From the first day I set foot in the convent until now, a couple of weeks later, she is still just as grateful, grateful that they are giving her something to eat other than bread made from corpse starch, which is already rotten, water, clean water, water so crystalline that her face can be reflected in it. There is so much she wants to be grateful for, but she doesn't know how to express it; she doesn't know what to say, she doesn't know how to say it. She is afraid, so afraid that if she opens her mouth, everyone will get angry with her and send her back out onto the street.

But all the sisters who were here had treated her so well, however, she could simply think that there was death, and this was merely her subconscious creating a reality so that she could rest in peace.

The first time she arrived in the arms of that great man, she didn't know what to do. She remembers what happened that day.

[ . . . ]

Everything happened so fast that her brain didn't even know how to react, but she remembers one thing clearly: the orphanage door swinging open and the men in blue armor standing beside the planetary guard.

All the children were terrified. The adults at the orphanage had endlessly told them that if the guards found them, they would kill them without hesitation.

And in the blink of an eye, the adults who once abused the children in ways no one could imagine were now on the ground, mutilated by the blow of the armored man's chainsword, while others were disfigured by bolter shots. Blood began to spread like a carpet on the ground as the noise of the chainsword, gunshots, and screams continued to echo. She hugged other children, trying to stay safe, murmuring things in low tones that only children could hear, begging the Emperor not to let them die here, as they had not even been able to live this life to the fullest.

After that, everything was confusing. None of the armed men blamed them. They even helped them leave the place, provided them with good food, and took each of them to a checkup with a Biologis tech-priest.

One of the tech-priests who had been assessing the children's condition coldly stated that none of them were free from pain and suffering. Even more so when they realized the heretical burns they had inflicted on the children, they decided to heal them without saying anything. The extraction process was painful. The children's screams echoed throughout the place, but... at least one of the gifts they had given her at the orphanage was disappearing.

With almost her entire body bandaged except for her head, sitting silently in a chair in the middle of the hallway where the tech-priests were doing their work, the girl continued to fear what would happen to her. The orphanage director had drilled into each of their heads that no one would care for them like they did, no one would care about trash like them, trash that wouldn’t even be good enough as corpse starch to make bread.

Holding her hands tightly, she trembled but didn’t cry.

She didn’t know what she should do, she didn’t know what was the right thing to do in this kind of situation. Should she be pleading for her life?

— Lieutenant Titus —

The tech-priest's robotic voice echoes throughout the room. The girl raises her gaze toward the noise, looking at the man who once carried her in his arms, this time without his helmet.

— All the children are stable. Some show severe signs of malnutrition, but there is one in particular that has raised some concerns —

Titus stares wordlessly at the tech-priest, his arms crossed. When he was assigned the mission, he had not expected this. He thought it would simply be a quick errand, but the moment Chairon saw all the heretical idols in the orphanage, he knew it would not be a quiet one.

After a brief conversation with the tech-priest, Titus strides firmly toward the girl. She quickly looks down at her hands. A man, large enough that his hand could crush her head in one motion, is coming toward her. She was obviously terrified.

He crouches in front of her, kneeling on one knee. His hand rises to his helmet, removing it and setting it aside. Titus's blue eyes gaze at the girl. Even in this situation, he did not expect to see this firsthand. He raises his hand to the girl's head. She instinctively shrinks back, afraid of him. Titus sighs softly.

— Everything will be fine now —

[ . . . ]

A soft knock resounds, bringing the little girl out of her reverie. She walks quickly to the door, standing on tiptoe to open it. She can see one of the convent sisters smiling softly.

— May I come in, little? —

The girl nods several times as she opens the door wider. The sister carries a bucket of water to the side, placing it on her small table as she picks her up and sits her back down on the bed.

— Were you able to sleep well? —

The little girl gently nods, while her sister lifts a towel and begins to softly wipe her face.

The sister is aware of the girl’s nightmares—in fact, everyone in the convent knows about them. They have wanted to approach her several times, but the sister superior said she must face her fears alone, they could only assist her if she asked.

They knew how much she had been through; they knew all too well. Beneath the layers of dirt and dried blood, there was a truly beautiful and sweet little girl.

With her face clean, the sister went to the closet and took out a habit for the little girl. They had to adapt it for her. They had never had girls that young, but they were not going to reject her.

— Let me help you, little. It's still hard for you, isn't it? —

The girl's cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she nods nonetheless. The sister can only laugh softly. It is still difficult for the little girl to move. Until just a few days ago, she couldn't even hold a spoon properly because her hands were shaking.

Everyone has been keeping an eye on this little new sister at the convent, too young to be called; rather, she was brought in by Demetrian Titus after he noticed something about her. The story of what happened to all those children is somewhat grim, and there are times when I wish I didn’t know in such detail what happened to this girl and the others in that orphanage on that hive world.

The sister raises her hand to the girl's cheek; at first, it was difficult. She was afraid of everyone, but she always stayed still. She didn't run away or hide; she only trembled with fear but never complained. She was afraid, but she was more afraid of what they would do to her if she ran away. They also have a copy of the tests that the Biologis Technopriests conducted on her, documenting all the wounds she had and everything those children suffered. They could only get a superficial idea; I personally could have vomited after discovering in detail what happened to them and what they experienced.

The little ones look at their sister's sad face. Her small hands rise to the sister’s cheeks, gently caressing her as she smiles.

She has a vague memory of someone doing this, but she can't recall who it was. The sister comes to, flashing a smile at the little girl. The little one smiles sweetly back, conveying with just a glance how grateful she is for everything. She takes a brush from the small table and begins to groom her somewhat short white hair, as they had to mend much of its damaged and dry ends.

Likewise, in the eyes of all the sisters in the convent, she is undoubtedly beautiful; she is truly beautiful.

— Let's have breakfast, little. After that, we'll do our chores, okay? —

She nods profusely and starts walking toward the door. Her sister shakes her head gently, taking her in her arms and lifting her up.

— Let this sister help you. Today is your day for laundry. I know how much you love hanging clothes —

Perhaps everyone in the convent was giving her preferential treatment, but how could they not? She had no first name, no last name, nothing when she arrived, according to the Emperor. She didn't even have a birth certificate; there was no information about her, and they didn't even know who her parents were. None of them thought it was right to name her without the little girl's permission. There was only one person who would have the right to name her, but in the end, the final decision would be this little girl's.

[ . . . ]

Carrying a small basket in her hands, she walks with all the determination in the world. The sisters who see her pass can only smile and wish the little girl a good day. She returns a big smile, but not a word escapes her lips. When she comes out to the back of the convent, into a farming world, completely calm and peaceful—surprisingly peaceful considering what is happening elsewhere.

There are already several white blankets hanging up, but the small pillowcases the little girl is carrying remain. With a bench already prepared, she climbs onto it and carefully begins to hang each one.

The wind blows with a certain force; the air is fresh and clean, it doesn't smell dirty, and there is not a single gray cloud covering the entire sky. Everything is so beautiful that it seems like a dream.

Her lips part as she glances quickly from side to side, realizing she is completely alone. She begins to hum a small, soft melody, in a tone so faint that the wind itself could drown it out. She is so absorbed in her work that she does not manage to hear the arrival of a landing craft. Had she done so, she would have run away, because there is only one person who would come to this place on a landing craft.

She continues hanging the pillowcases until the wind blows with a certain force. She closes her eyes, her hair completely disheveled. Seconds later, she feels something hard and cold against her back: a gloved hand. She opens her eyes quickly, knowing who it is.

— Hello, little one —

Demetrian Titus isn't the most talkative person, nor is he the best at starting a conversation. Usually, when they talk to him, it's certainly one-sided, but for some reason, the little girl's smile brings a certain comforting feeling to his chest.

The moment the little girl looks at Titus, her smile is so bright it could compete with the sun's rays.

He hasn't been able to stop thinking about the little girl. He has sent things to the convent anonymously for her, but he knows very well that every sister there knows it was him who sent all those little things.

— How have you been? I couldn't make it earlier due to some unfinished business, but I haven't forgotten about you. I hope you're not angry —

She looks at him as she gently shakes her head and smiles again. How ironic it is that this time it's Titus who's doing more talking than the other guy she's been speaking to.

— I’m glad you're doing well, little one. Both Gadriel and Chairon send their regards. I hope you haven't missed anything —

She quickly denies it. Titus can only let out a small laugh at the girl's reaction. Still holding her in his arms, he moves away slightly. She's so small and light that he feels he could break her if he's not careful. She's a girl; children are small. He couldn't have been a boy, but seeing this girl heals something deep inside him.

From the girl's point of view, the Ultramarine is gigantic, more than gigantic—super gigantic. It seems he doesn't even have words to describe how big his opponent looks. Titus crouches down, resting one knee on the ground. He sits in front of the girl, still very tall for her, but at least the difference is less now, and the little girl doesn't have to lift her entire head to see him.

— I've got you a gift, little one —

She blinks several times, processing the words he just said, her body automatically going on the defensive.

All the memories that come with that word overwhelm her at the speed she's recalling them, one after another, over and over again.

The girl's palms begin to sweat, filled with nerves. The gifts she had been given in the past weren't gifts she desired at all; none of them were good. She knows the man in front of her isn't like the orphanage director, but... The scar left by the healing of the burn from the Mark of Slaanesh on her back stings and burns, her knees tremble as her eyes unconsciously fill with tears.

Titus notices the girl's reaction; he seems to have touched on a sensitive subject without realizing it.

She knows the man in front of her is a good person; more than a good person, he is the best person she has ever met. He saved her from that place, got her out of there, and brought her here, but... there’s always a but... her little mind is filled with bitter memories that prevent her from moving on, and she truly believes that anyone who shows kindness is always hiding something.

Titus, realizing the situation, can only pull out what was hidden: a small blue envelope. The girl looks at it and glances at the envelope a few times until Titus brings it closer to her.

— This is your gift. If you don't like it, you can simply tear it up —

He says it as if it doesn't really matter if she tears it up. He knows she won't; she's too polite to do something like that, but he hopes he can ease her mind a little with this.

The girl looks at the envelope, looks at Titus, and then looks back at the envelope. The gold-colored seal seems so elegant and sophisticated. She's afraid of tearing something so beautiful, but under the man's insistent gaze, she slowly opens the envelope, gently taking out a soft beige paper with only one thing written on it.

She looks at the single written word and stares at Titus, somewhat confused, but she understands what it means.

—Do you like it? —

He asks, finding no specific expression on the girl's face. She blinks several times as she gazes at the paper, tears beginning to well up in the girl's eyes. Titus, alarmed when he sees this, raises his hand toward the girl, trying to find a way to stop her from crying.

— If you don't like it, we can find another one. You don't have to force yourself to call yourself that. Someone helped me choose it. I'm not the best at naming people, so… —

Titus's words slowly trail off as he sees her tremble.

— …Thank you… —

The murmur escapes her lips, her voice cracked, broken, weak, and soft. Titus stares at the girl in astonishment. She hadn't spoken at all, not even a single cry of pain when the Slaanesh burn was removed. The nuns at the convent told him she never spoke.

Titus's heart warms when he sees how the girl clutches the paper and the letter tightly to her chest as if she'd been given the most precious thing in her life.

The little girl continues murmuring thank you over and over again, though it becomes less and less clear as she cries. Titus can't help it anymore, and he picks her up, holding her against his chest, while she hugs him tightly in return.

— …Thank you… —

— You have nothing to thank me for, Lilia —

Titus holds her tightly and doesn’t let go. He doesn’t know if it’s because he’s seen how long she’s lived or if he wants to see her live a better life, to see everything the girl once wanted come true.

— …Thank you… —

The first real gift she'd ever received. There was no pain, no mockery, none of what she'd once believed gifts to be… There was only a soft warmth emanating from the Ultramarine's arms, as she heard the thump of his chest, along with gentle pats on her small back.

[ . . . ]

The minutes pass peacefully. Titus, still holding the little girl in his arms, without even thinking of letting her go, walks toward the convent.

— I'm glad you like your name, Lilia —

— …I like it a lot —

— I'm truly so glad. I had to ask for help from someone very important to me —

The little girl's bright eyes stare at Titus, seemingly filled with curiosity now. Titus's gaze softens when he mentions that.

— Who is it? —

— Someone who's my everything, surely she'd know how to take better care of you than I could —

Titus's gentle joke lingers in the air, while the little girl, Lilia, looks at Titus.

— She loves flowers. She helped me choose this name for you when I explained your whole situation to her. She said Lilia would definitely be a perfect name for you, little one, innocent, and full of life —

Lilia blinks several times, curiosity now gnawing at her.

—…What does she look like? —

The man can only smile softly as he talks to the little girl about his partner, describing her, how kind and sweet she is, and also how amazing she can be on the battlefield. He also describes her appearance while the little girl listens intently.

— …She seems amazing —

— She is, she’s looking forward to meeting you—

Titus replies, recalling Theia's words and the sad face he saw when she continued to tell him everything that happened on that supposedly easy mission.

— …She’s really looking forward to meeting me? —

She murmurs her question full of doubt, lowering her gaze, and Titus can only nod and then hug the girl more tightly.

— I swear I do, Lilia, you're an amazing girl, Theia is looking forward to meeting you —

Lilia blinks several times. Since she arrived here, she's only received praise and positive reinforcement from the sisters at the convent, which felt very strange because she sensed those words weren't meant for her. But when Titus said this, something inside her snapped. She hugs Titus even tighter, while he can only smile.

— Thank you... Thank you for everything... Thank you for the gift —

Here's my first Titus fanfic... I really wanted to write about Dad!Titus, I feel like I would be a somewhat inexperienced first-time father.

I don't know if I spelled Titus correctly, but I really liked how this version of Dad! Titus ended.

A quick mention of Theia, because I can't stop thinking that DemeTheia is canon.

Oc's :

Elitheia "Theia" Agni — @hatsubara-8chan

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toffeeinhun · 3 days ago

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EVERY NUMBER FOR INHUN BECAUSE I LOVE READING PEOPLE'S TAKES ON THIS SHIP and I also love your takes

Aww thank you!! I love your takes too 💕

1. What's something you like about it?

Ahhhh so many things! I love how ideologically/morally opposed they are which makes their dynamic really interesting to watch and explore. Even as Young-il, he was challenging Gi-hun throughout the season. And the fact that they went through such similar things but turned out so differently. It's fun to see how their dynamic plays out differently in AUs. There are just so many cool things to do with their characters.

2. What's something you dislike about it?

Hmm this is hard. I don't think there's really anything about the ship itself I dislike. I think I dislike the discourse in the fandom surrounding the ship more than anything, but that isn't really unique to Inhun.

3. What's your headcanon about them?

Just one thing? hrm... I think In-ho likes to buy Gi-hun new clothes all the time, but he buys increasingly more revealing clothing with each shopping trip. Starts out with some nice fitting pants and shirts, then he starts getting thin shirts that can be easily seen through before moving onto mesh/netted shirts. Gi-hun is very embarrassed by this.

4. Which one fell in love first?

In-ho, definitely. He probably fell in love while keeping tabs on Gi-hun in the 4 years between games.

5. Which one confessed first?

I can see this going either way depending on the circumstances, but I'm gonna say Gi-hun. I think In-ho would be too in his own head and insecure to think Gi-hun would feel the same way as him especially after everything. So Gi-hun would realize In-ho isn't picking up on his feelings and have to be more blunt and just confess.

6. What song do you associate with them?

I have a few from the 2 bands I've been listening to recently

Shallow - Magnolia Park

Shadow Talk - Magnolia Park

Cult - Magnolia Park

Warmer Weather - Old Neon

What Do You Love - Old Neon

Better Things - Old Neon (makes me think specifically of their relationship in Love Thy Enemy)

I swear I listen to other music just not recently

7. How should they end up?

HAPPY!!! ALIVE!!!! pls i'll cry if anything bad happens to them 😭

8. What would their typical date be like?

I already answered this in a serious way so I'm giving you a silly answer that @niterose and I talked about one day

In-ho can't behave when they're out in public on their dinner dates. He'll bring up how good Gi-hun looked tied up in the back of his limo, bleeding and beaten, and the waiter overhears and gets freaked. They are slowly getting banned from every restaurant in the city because he can't stop talking about how hot Gi-hun was risking his life in the games, and everyone who hears the convos think they're a very kinky couple and get very uncomfortable waiting on them because In-ho will just not shut up for 5 minutes when other people are in ear shot.

9. What characters would support or hate their relationship?

I can't think of anyone who would hate their relationship really. A while ago I made a post with some thoughts on Jun-ho's relationship with In-ho's wife, and I mention Jun-ho would feel conflicted about In-ho and Gi-hun dating because he feels like In-ho is replacing his wife. He eventually accepts it and is happy for them.

I also think Ga-yeong would approve, and she and In-ho would get along really well.

10. If they could be drawn as any classical/iconic romance scene, what would it be?

Okay so. I know this doesn't technically count as ""romantic"", but my first thought was this scene from Saw

It's romantic in my heart 🥲

11. Why should or shouldn't they be together?

Answered here!

But to summarize: they're hot and perfect and there's absolutely no reason why they shouldn't be together 😤

12. What is your favorite scene with them?

So I actually got an ask weeks ago asking this question and I answered it here!

But I'll also add on any time Gi-hun smiles at In-ho. Like after their reunion during mingle when In-ho separates from the group, and when In-ho tells his dumb joke about Gi-hun's last name.

🫠🫠🫠

#this was fun to do so thank you!!#🫶🫶🫶#i have one more ask that ill answer later because it's late and im tired #inhun #squid game #hwang inho #457 #seong gihun #my posts #asks

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rad0nwrites · 20 hours ago

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Good morning.

Fueled by my most recent DND game and thinking in depth about characters, Ive been seeing a lot of “Soap With A Death Wish” on the timeline recently and I have thoughts

Soap being a demolitions expert is such a great occupation for him literally, but also characteristically.

It shows in the way that he talks, thinks, how he views situations, in his temperament in tense situations, and Neil really embodies the idea that Soap is equally just as much a bomb as the ones he builds or diffuses. [take a look at one game so far from the MW Reboot and tell me that TF 141 aren’t on the verge of straight up crashing out at any given moment.]

I like to think that Soap is a demolitions expert for the adrenaline high that comes with it. Being in the front lines, face to face with a monster that’s threatening to go off at any moment, working under pressure to cut the wire. There’s a morbid love for the adrenaline high of the risk he’s playing dice with.

I cannot remember where the post is, but I really like the idea that Soap has some MAJOR imposter syndrome being a part of the 141, despite literally being hand picked by John for the team. I also like the other idea that Soap enlisted to escape a bad situation.

He goes into the army thinking that he’s the only person he’s got, and no one would really mourn him if he was killed [ouch. Pretend MW3 doesn’t exist for a second.]

My favorite animal personally is a character with dog-like loyalty because it has so much potential to be a double edged sword. That’s why I think Soap finds it easy to throw himself onto the frontlines without much thought for his teammates and anyone he’d consider an ally. That is, until he’s apart of the 141.

John, Simon, and Kyle won’t allow Johnny to jump into risky behavior as easily as he did before, and it frustrates him. It frustrates him because there’s a part of him that can’t wrap his head around the idea that someone cares.

He considers these three men to be his brothers after his blood family, but humans are contradictory in nature. This is his morbid way of showing love, so why won’t they let him do what he needs to do?

John, Simon, and Kyle do there absolute best to remind Johnny physically and verbally that he’s wanted and loved and cared about, but you can only lead a horse to the water. You can’t force it to drink.

Johnny’s friends hold out a quiet hope that he finds himself a partner. Someone who’s more than a one night stand so that maybe, just maybe, he’ll experience a love from an outside perspective to realize that he IS loved, and wanted, and cared about. [there’s much potential for many ship pairings here. Or even an x Reader pairing]

Whether he chooses to chase that risk is up to him.

Either way, I’m a big big fan of Soap With A Death Wish, because it makes for a great Venn diagram with ADHD!Soap and even Slut!Johnny on my digital cork board.

There’s definitely going to be a fic about this later.

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overbaked-tkls · 3 days ago

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just realized this blog creation had kind of bad timing because of the forsaken drama (?) but. ykw whatever go my writings

(this is a sfw tickle fic! if you don't like it don't read it)

"Does it now?"

words: 1,954

ler!builderman, lee!shedletsky (quick note they are written as friends here)

summary: builder preens shedletsky's wings, the rest is obvious

Shedletsky was a few things. Funny. Bold, sometimes others would describe him as too bold . Or foolish, maybe. But definitely not unobservant. He had quick reaction time, something that was a huge aid in his chases. And he could see in the distance when a killer was approaching. But now, his perception made it obvious he was being looked at. Well… maybe not directly at him.

Builder’s eyes hadn’t really made contact with his, rather they were often off to the side, staring right behind him. Unmistakably at his wings, but Shedletsky couldn't see that. Occasionally, the look of concern would flash over the architect's face, before he came back to whatever conversation was going on in the cabin.

Shedletsky tolerated it for about half an hour. Maybe there was just something in his hair– he had tried a few times to dust off whatever imaginary particle was on him, or readjust his position like it would fix the problem. He even tried moving around the room, to see if Builderman was just staring at something behind him. But no, his eyes followed wherever he went. Eventually, it became obvious it wasn’t something temporary, it needed resolving. Did he really have to do this type of thing right now?

He loudly cleared his throat, and many of the survivors in the room stared at him, before going back to what they were doing. Builderman was a bit slower in doing so, and in the moment he was still looking at Shedletsky, the winged man gave him a look, before gesturing with his head out the door. Builderman got up surprisingly quickly– faster than Shedletsky did. Almost like he was eager, but more in a concerned way.

Once they were outside and the door slowly clicked shut behind them. Shedletsky thought about how the hinges were surprisingly smooth for a cabin that could have been hundreds of years old, given its interior looks. Or maybe Builder had taken it upon himself to fix the doors up…

“Shed?” The person right in front of him questioned, tilting his head.

Oh, right. This. Wait, shouldn’t Builder be doing the talking? He was the one staring, after all…

“SoOoo…” Shedletsky rocked back and forth on his foot. “Am I just that admirable, or is there a more specific reason you’re staring at me? Or… whatever you were looking at in my general direction..”

Builder looked away for a few seconds, his face a mix of slight embarrassment and concern, before his eyes snapped back to Shedletsky’s with intention. His hesitation was always so minimal.

“Couldn’ help but notice those feathers of yers’, uh… well.”

Builderman didn’t even need to finish the sentence, the tone gave his message away the second he mentioned feathers. Shedletsky almost scoffed. He wanted to feel offended, but he couldn’t bring himself to.

“They’re not that bad, I’m sure.” When he originally said it, he did mean it. But when he thought about it, toning into the feeling of his additional appendages.. Dry. Somewhat itchy, almost. Uncomfortable.

Builder only crossed his arms. “I would show ya, but Chance is the only one around ere’ with a mirror.”

Shedletsky only waved him off in response. “Whatever. What’s your point, anyway? I take… enough care of them.” Of course, he knew what the point was, but something in him wanted to delay it. Even after knowing Builder for years, he still became distant when it came to something so.. Personal, that he needed help with.

“Doubt it” The hard hat bearing individual replied back, calmly.

Silence.

“You’re not preening them.”

“ Shedletsky .”

. . .

“I can’t believe you made me agree to this.”

The swordfighter had made various complaints to the person behind him as his wings were tended to, ranging from pitiful to just straight up rude. Of course, Builderman didn’t take any of them seriously, nor give the avian the satisfaction of an annoyed response. It would have been almost amusing to him, if it weren’t for the state of his friend’s wings.

Eventually, Shed quieted down, taking in his surroundings. It was about as comfortable as he expected a rickety wooden floor to be, but Builder made it work with some blankets and a pillow or two. He had to admit, it was thoughtful. Builderman’s cabin was always so quiet , like the wind stopped whistling and the soft, but audible noise of the water lapping the shore ceased. It was nice for sure, but that silence was awkward when left unfilled. Fidgeting with his hands, he tried to fill the gap with his voice.

“You know, you didn’t have to… uh. Do this, and all.” Heights . That came out so much less confident than he intended.

By then, Builderman had finished the primary feathers on the outer edge of each wing, and now he was just smoothing them over.

“S’ alright.” His response was short, Shedletsky felt him resume running his fingers through his wings directly after. The avian couldn’t tell why. Maybe he was just focused.

Then there was silence again. The only thing Shed could hear was the occasional shift behind him, and the soft rhythm of breathing from both of them.

The same rhythm that fell out of time, skipping a beat as Shedletsky’s breath hitched in his throat. His posture, which had previously been a relaxed lean, had tightened. His shoulders went slightly back. There was an instant hum of concern behind him.

“Somethin’ wrong?” The architect questioned, stopping for a moment.

“No.” A hurried assurance.

One of Builder’s hands had run down his wing, on one of the more inner groups of feathers. He had forgotten how sensitive his secondaries were. Shit… probably should have thought about that beforehand. Well, not like he had a choice in this anyway. Builder had taken this up without asking. It’s fine. Fine. He can just ignore it.

Well, that’s what he thought at first. After a few minutes, he found it a little harder to focus on anything other than the sensation of hands going through his wings. It was repetitive– he couldn’t tell if that made it easier to deal with or worse. Nonetheless, his tightened, deathly quiet act slowly but surely turned into small huffs and the occasional jolt. And over and over again, he tried to recollect himself. He was not about to fall apart in front of Builderman over this .

Eventually, the now somewhat annoyed person behind him had to say something. The sudden twitches were making Builder lose his place and his patience . Now, he’d have to redo preening certain parts of the wing. “ Shedletsky …”

Oh come on, that was the second time today Builder had said his name like that. He was going to respond, when something that had formed at the bottom of his throat almost escaped, trying to pry its way out of his mouth. Despite the swordfighter’s lack of response, Builderman continued.

“What’s with all the squirmin’? You tryin’ to make this difficult? You know this is gonna take longer if you keep jolting like that.”

“Sohorry-” Shedletsky’s voice raised halfway through the sentence, feeling Builderman’s hand running over the boundary right in between his secondary and scapular feathers. He coughed, making a terrible attempt at covering up the unmistakably giggly apology that left his mouth, while raising a hand to his face to hide the expression that had spread across it. He could see one of the two shadows cast across the floor move.

Hearing the obvious laugh in the avian’s voice, Builderman had changed his position slightly so he could see the side of his friend’s face. Despite the hand over Shed’s mouth, he could still see the slight mirth in his eyes, which had conveniently moved to the opposite side of the room, looking at the wall like it was a work of art. Like Shedletsky, Builderman was also very observant. So it didn’t really take long to put two and two together.

A small, amused smile played itself on Builder’s face. Testing the waters, he reached back over to Shedletsky’s wings, gently dragging a hand down the inner feathers that were closest to his shoulder blades– of course, making sure to follow the natural path down the wing.

It got exactly the response he expected. A choked giggle, barely muffled. Builderman sighed, taking off his hard hat and setting it a bit off to the side, so it wouldn’t be kicked later. Without saying a single thing, Builderman returned behind Shedletsky. Sure, he could entertain this for a bit.

Safe to say, it was killing the swordfighter. All of it. Whether it be the fact the architect didn’t say a single thing, or the now definitely intentional raking of fingers down his wings– it dissolved his previous attempts to hide how much this affected him. He supposed there wasn’t even any point anymore, given Builder had obviously already caught on, so he removed his hand from his mouth, loudly complaining as giggles spilled out of his mouth.

“Buildeher-!” Shedletsky’s hand reached back in some attempt to remove the offending hands on his wings, but was only met by an increase of pace and a quick response.

“ What ? I’m just preenin’ you, it’s not that big of’a deal. No needta shout…” To add to the ridiculousness of his denial of the situation, he continued to scold Shedletsky for moving and making things difficult.

“IhIHIT TIHICKLES–” He finally admitted it, but at that point it fell on deaf ears. Builder didn’t even try to hide an amused chuckle. He kept one hand on Shedletsky’s shoulder to somewhat minimize the squirming, and the other to continue gliding through the poor man’s feathers. “Does it now…”

“YEHEHEHES!” “Didn’t realize.” “YOHOU LIAHAR-” Shedletsky’s accusation was quickly punished by a quick skitter down the very inner part of his wing. It seemed the closer to his shoulder blades, the more sensitive it was. The action earned a snort, which was quickly followed up by a squeal, and then more dorky laughter– meanwhile, his entire back jolted again. Shedletsky tried to turn around to escape the feeling, but no matter where he went, Builderman just followed. Eventually, he stopped writhing and just gave in. It wasn’t that bad, anyway. Despite the sensations being torturous, they were very gentle. Shed liked that about Builder. He always did things with intention, and not with more or less energy than needed. Clearly didn’t stop him from being evil though. He continued the onslaught for what felt like at least ten minutes… which in reality was really only one.

“Oh! Looks like ‘m done ere’.”

Shedletsky freed himself from the ‘evil’ hands as soon as they released their grip, practically flopping on the ground with his face down. Of course Builder had finished preening his wings while actively wrecking him . Classic.

“ Heights , I hate you.”

“Wow, not even a thanks?”

Shedletsky sighed, as soon as he caught his breath. He knew Builderman was being sarcastic, but still. A favor is a favor, even if he didn’t ask for it. And even if the person helping him decided to wreck him halfway through. “... Thank you, Builds. It.. helps a lot.”

“... How’d you even do that so fast, anyway?”

Builderman didn’t expect the gratitude, if he was being honest. The amused smile on his face softened into something more genuine.

“No problem. Guess that was just the most ‘ effective ’ method. Now ehh… let’s get back to the cabin. Elliot ‘ll be pissed if we miss dinner again.” He put out a hand for Shedletsky, who promptly pushed it away and stood up himself.

#forsaken tickles #sfw tickling community #ler!builderman #lee!shedletsky #not bad for quite literally my first time doing a non-school related writing in like a year #ive got two more fics stockpiled so. maybe ill also post those later #i swear the next ones are better 🙏this was a warm up

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epiphanyepica · 17 hours ago

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Thoughts on Prince's Gambit, Chapter 15

HOLY COW, THIS CHAPTER, MAN.

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Damen lying awake before dawn, thinking deep thoughts and he doesn't have to say it for me to know that they're all about Laurent 🤭.

Damen basically stayed up all night thinking about what Laurent said, didn't he? Omg, he's in DEEP.

Laurent's Veretian armor is as familiar to him as his own 😭😭😭 oh my god. They're married, your honor.

Damen worrying that Laurent's work with the prisoners won't be enough to stop the brewing war, like, come on, babygirl, believe in your boo 😘. He's gotten you this far, hasn't he? Just help him when he needs it and he'll get you the rest of the way ❤️.

Oh my god, Damen is imagining what it would have been like to face Laurent as a man with no animosity between their countries. Oh, he LOVES him. He wants him.

Damen admitting to himself that if Laurent properly used his charm on him that he'd lose to it so fast, omg.

Also, Damen chose to imagine this because he sees it as an impossible thing that's not worth considering as a reality because it's impossible. I can't wait for him and Laurent to actually act on their feelings and make Damen realize that not everything in his daydream is impossible.

Damen stumbling upon the Vaskian women’s camp and then remembering that the men aren't ALLOWED there because someone points a spear at him.

Ah, yes, the big “barbaric” Akielon man being allowed into the camp. It's most definitely because it's well-known that he's Laurent's.

Sugar Daddy Laurent coming in clutch for real.

What doesn't Damen have time for?

Wait, does Laurent think Damen came there to have sex with one of the women 😭? LOL.

Laurent is so fast to assume Damen came there for sex, and it's likely because Lazar did first, but I also like to think it’s also because he's thinking more and more about Damen’s sex life 🤭.

“A batch of blond Vaskians would get me disinherited,” LMFAOOOO. That's so funny, but also so cute to imagine. Laurent with little blond babies.

Dang, Damen prefers women. Well, guess Laurent will be the exception to the general rule???

Auguste said Laurent would grow into his attraction to women 😭. Honey, if he hasn’t grown into it by now (months away from being twenty-one years old), then it's never happening.

I do not think he likes women very much. Sexually at least.

Damen knowing almost immediately that Laurent is talking and talking and talking because he's worrying about how to face Lord Touars. Oh, he knows him so well so far 🥺.

WHEN ”THIS” BEGAN BETWEEN LAURENT AND HIS UNCLE, HE WAS “YOUNGER”??? HOW MUCH YOUNGER?

I'M GOING TO REACH THROUGH MY SCREEN AND FLAY THAT MOTHERFUCKING PEDOPHILE.

Damen doing the math on how much younger Laurent must have been when things started going rotten between him and the Regent 😭.

Oh, he's getting close to something, and I don't like it.

DAMEN, it is not impossible to imagine Laurent adoring anyone. He's starting to ADORE you. Just look at his actions! That's his love language, man 😭.

Even Damen thought Auguste was honorable. Wow. He must have been freaking Prince Charming 🥺😭 and Damen KILLED him. Oof.

Oh, oh, Auguste held the field during the attack on the Akielon army. He wasn't a coward like the other Veretians 🥺. I'm lowkey wishing he lived now.

I feel like Damen is slowly starting to feel bad for killing Auguste.

I can't with the whole line, “studying by lamplight across from a bent golden head” Like Damen mentions Laurent's blond hair in every other sentence, LOL. I'm starting to think he might like the color 🤭.

It also just sounds so romantic.

Screw going out for dinner, do you want to stay in and study maps by lamplight on the road to plot the downfall of our enemies?

Oh god, the Regent’s men are there. What the fuck do they want??? Can they go away, please? They were not invited to Laurent and Damen’s date/slumber party.

Oh my god, these men are from Ravenel? Lord Touars’ bitch ass is about to start a war, isn't he?

Oh no, what are the red men doing? I fucking hate the Regent and Touars. They can both burn in hell, man.

Like, sure, Touars is his own problem, but he's siding with a pedophile and he's also just really fucking annoying me, so I want them both dead now.

Touars has a war ready army with him and is using it to stand in front of Laurent??? The audacity. Like, DUDE. He pissing me off.

I would say Damen jinxed them against returning to Ravenel with a warm welcome because he said that probably wouldn't happen, but I also know that he just foresaw part of what's actually happening.

Ah, fuckass Guion again. Of course, it is.

WHAT DID THE REGENT FUCKING DO?

Oh my FUCKING GOD. TOUARS, YOU ARE SUCH A DUMB BITCH. THE Regent has him swindled so hard right now.

TREASON???? GO TREASON YOURSELF.

I would not make a good queen. I'd be a tyrant, I think 😬. A really sensitive one.

OH MY GODDDDD. I HATE THE REGENT’S BITCH ASS. “Is It TrUe YoU haVe ThE bAd GuYs AnD InTeNd To UsE tHeM aGaInSt YoUr UnClE,” you want to know what's TRUE, TOUARS? YOU'RE LITERALLY HELPING A PEDOPHILE. You do NOT have the high horse you think you do.

AIMERIC??? YOU TRAITOROUS BITCH FACE. WHERE'S THE LOYALTY???????????????

You know what, dumbass Aimeric, I LIKED YOU. I was mad when I saw a spoiler that said you DIED. I'm not that MAD ANYMORE.

JAIMERIC IS FUCKING OUT. Poor Jord 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭.

You know what? Aimeric still basically whored himself out, so who's really the dumb bitch here? The one who had a few good weeks or the one who ruined it to be the Regent's little shit.

JAIMERIC 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. THEY WERE SO CUTE.

I'M SO MAD.

Jord is still a good captain 😭😭😭 he deserves so much better, omg.

Laurent is alone with only his “slave” beside him, as if that isn't all he really needs. He and Damen can take on the world with their combined strength. They'll get out of this. For sure. For sure.

YEAH, TELL HIM OFF, LAURENT. TELL HIM HOW HE'S YOUR ENEMY NOW AND HOW HE'S FUCKED. And NOT by Jord. He can say goodbye to those privileges.

Wow, Aimeric really hates Laurent, man.

“You had unnatural feelings for your brother,” he says.

“I was thirteen, you dumb bitch. I didn't have feelings for anyone then,” Laurent retorts.

LMAO.

Laurent is capable of feelings for someone. He's just really good at hiding it. And probably denying it, too.

#Damen4Life.

Laurent insulting Aimeric, LOL. DO MORE. I WANT HIM TO SUFFER FOR THE BETRAYAL.

FUCKING AIMERIC.

I'm so mad. I'm so mad. I'm so mad. I'm so mad. I'm so mad. I'm so mad. I'm so mad.

I'm so mad that I typed all of those ‘I’m so mad’s by hand without using copy and paste.

Breathe in. Breathe out. I'm going to fucking murder Aimeric’s stupid bitch ass. Breathe in. Breathe out.

THAT BASTARD.

I lost my JORTS and my JAIMERIC. When will the suffering end??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭.

I hope someone among the Regent’s faction turns out to be on Laurent’s side and fights for him in the trial–if there IS one.

Laurent's men would die for him if he asked them to 😭😭😭.

You see AIMERIC, THERE'S THIS THING CALLED LOYALTY. I SWEAR WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU–

“The slave will be executed, of course,” Bitchface #1 says.

“Of course,” Laurent replies.

Oh god, if he doesn't see a way out of this, I wonder if he feels absolutely horrible about the fact that he's coming so close to getting Damen killed.

I'm sorry, “betray” his uncle’s “trust” after the “kindness” he has “lavished” on him???? Guion. I'm going to go get a guillotine if you don't shut the fuck up right now 🙂.

“Speaking of negligence” Oh, WHAT? WHAT DO YOU HAVE UP YOUR SLEEVE, LAURENT. LAURENT. LAURENT???

Oh, Touars–I HOPE those two women make a HUGE difference and your ass is handed to you.

OH? OH? OH? WHAT'S THE SADDLE LUMPED WITH? WHAT WAS GUION CARELESS ABOUT???

Also, did Laurent just refer to Aimeric as detritus? I mean… I do not disagree, but damn, that's cold.

“He wasn't a clansman.” WHAT?

Oh my god. Did Laurent have the Vaskian women take four extra men that weren't a part of the original raids to use as a foil for this possibility? That's SO duplicitous.

Or did he do it to mess with Guion and gain leverage?

Laurent just casually correcting their “that's one of our scouts” with his little, “actually 🤗 it's four of your scouts.” LOL.

Oh, the reports are delayed? What does this mean? That the Regent sent word–doubtful–or that someone else did?

Wait, what would Laurent have to gain from delaying reports?

Oh, wait no, the reports are the scouts reporting back to their captain. I'm an idiot, LOL.

I'M SORRY. A FORCE? LAURENT? I am NOT an idiot. He did plan something. Something big.

I am still kind of an idiot, but only because I got the situation a little turned around, LOL.

Yeah, that's right, Aimeric. What force, indeed.

OH. MY. GOD. LAURENT ALLIED WITH PATRAS????????? FUCK THE REGENT, LOL.

Damen slowly coming to realize just how fucking INSANELY SMART Laurent is. Oh, he's going to fall in love so hard if he hasn't already.

LAURENT HAS AN ARMY AT HIS BACK. OH, YOU BRILLIANT, BRILLIANT, BEAUTIFUL BLOND BOY.

How does Damen know that Laurent isn't looking at the hilltop, but at Touars if he was also looking at the hilltop and not at Laurent? Hmm, I think he's been staring at Laurent this whole time and everything else is happening out of the corners of his eyes.

Oh, Aimeric trying to weasel his way out by getting them to attack Laurent before the Patrans get there. Nuh-uh, you little fucking shit. Karma is COMING FOR YOU.

Oh, DAMN. Laurent pulling the, “my uncle's power comes from me and me alone. Do with that what you will.” OOOOOOOOH.

Yeah, that's right. LEAVE. Go to your little advisors. The pomp and arrogance of those men–I say, knowing that Laurent is also a little pompous and arrogant. He certainly loves a show.

OH MY GOD. LAURENT WANTS DAMEN TO CAPTAIN THE MEN?

“It should have been you from the start,” he says. OH. OH.

I feel bad for Jord, but Damen wouldn't have let Aimeric get one over on him if he was focused on more diligently protecting Laurent's men and Laurent with the full knowledge that a captain would have.

Uhm, but, uh 👉👈 isn't Damen, an Akielon, being the captain of Laurent's men almost an omission that he is soft on the Akielons and that he may be working with them???

Ah, lovely, Guion’s need for self-preservation is going to force Touars to fight. Fantastic.

OOOH, Laurent just openly admitting that Damen's a better battle strategist and that he needs his help 🤭.

It's SO hot that Damen, truly Prince Damianos of Akielos, is advising Prince Laurent of Vere on how to handle a battle to protect his ascension.

“For a moment, between two armies, he and Laurent were alone.” ROYAL POWER COUPLE. THEIR UNION WOULD BRING SO MUCH POWER.

Oh, Damen wants Touars away from his fort? Oh?

Wait, is Damen suggesting Laurent go back on his word to give Touars an hour to go to his advisors and to attack them now? That's so very Veretian of you, Damen.

Wait, no. That's not what he's saying? Laurent is giving him an hour, too, so that means he expects to attack Touars when Touars returns to parlay with Laurent?

Damen wanted some warning and all Laurent could say was, “I didn't know who it was.” 🥺 Poor baby is being betrayed left and right.

ORLANT. NOOOOOOOO. HE WASN'T A TRAITOR, WAS HE? I SAID SO MANY MEAN THINGS. NOOOOOOOOOOO. I'M SO SORRY, ORRIE.

MY JORTSSSSSSSSSS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭.

I'm legit tearing up for Orlant 🥺😭. Poor man did NOT deserve what he got. From Aimeric or from me.

Don't speak ill of the dead, I guess.

#no spoilers please #captive prince #captive prince trilogy #prince's gambit #laurent of vere #damen of akielos #damianos of akielos #damen x laurent #lamen #captive prince chapters #desiree reads

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 3 days ago

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I just read through your OC tag, I love them and want to learn more. Wrt Ace's backstory - was the killing several people to make her not-actually-boyfriend like her before or after the attempted sacrifice? She went to prison, but was it for that or something else?

YAY let's talk about Ace wheeeee

the rough timeline is this:

on her 21st birthday Saliko tries to sacrifice her. Ace is cool with that but she gets rescued by this setting's obligatory archery-themed superhero, which I firmly believe every superhero universe has to have by law. he goes by Arrowhead but just call him Jake, we don't have to respect him. anyway Jake rescues her and it's the start of several years of some will they/won't they BULLSHIT while Jake simultaneously fights Ace's insane murder cult leader dad and flirts with her (and maybe uses her a little to help him beat her dad).

after a couple years of this horseshit Ace leaves, partially of her own volition and partially because a lot of the cultists are sick of her regularly betraying them and are really wishing Saliko had finished the job. her dad frankly does not give a shit and would happily let her stay but, you know, you have to take your followers into account and he really doesn't want people trying to bump off his low-key favorite daughter.

so Ace takes off declare her undying loyalty to Jakey and he's like haha oh fuck. did not think I'd get this far. but he's not going to turn down a perfectly good blood magic assassin so she gets a costume and starts going by the Ace of Hearts and does a stint as an archery-themed superhero along with him. this is when she started going by Ace! she had different names before that; her mom named her Caridad and her dad named her Amaranto.

and she's good at vigilante justice except she also thought they'd be, like, In Love And Dating and he's very much operating on a "please don't be seen with me in broad daylight also I kind of definitely have an actual girlfriend" kind of mindset. Jakey is, and I cannot emphasize this enough, a real dick!

so Ace is like. listen. god love her. she's a sweetheart. but she was raised in an environment where murder was is very much an acceptable solution to a lot of problems and after months of this nonsense she was like. okay. obviously if I just kill a few of his regular villains he'll realize that I love him :3 except what actually happened was that she committed several high profile homicides, caused a media circus, and drove Jakey to work with the superhuman containment branch of the government to apprehend her. so. that one backfired a bit. and was so mortifying that the cult genuinely thought about sending someone to mercy kill her.

instead she spent like a year in ultra high security superhuman prison, which was actually great for her because it's the first time in her life she's ever had access to a therapist and mood stabilizers. and I want to be so clear that I'm not saying this to be like YAY PRISON!!! or pretend that most people actually get access to meaningful mental healthcare while they're incarcerated. this is more to illustrate that Ace's life has sucked so much ass that nobody ever thought to see if this woman might benefit from medication until she was serving a life sentence. and also it's a freaky prison for people with superpowers so cut me some slack, they do shit a little different in there, mainly because a lot of the inmates were under consideration for "community service" doing wet work for the US government and Ace would have been a great candidate if she was, you know, like 50% more stable. so the assistance she got wasn't totally altruistic by any stretch of the imagination.

anyway after like a year of that she was considered stable enough to move for basic training, which happened via a heavily armored truck that Jessie and co. tried to rob because they got some bad intel and thought they were stealing a truck full of shit that Arrowhead had taken from various villains, when in fact it was just. one of Arrowhead's sort-of villains in a truck. genuinely Tash and Remy and Lily wanted to leave her there so so bad but Jessie has an inadvisably large soft spot for strays and brought her home anyway, which has worked out beautifully for everyone involved.

#oc hell

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slayerdurge · 2 months ago

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A Deal with God (Post-Ending Durgetash Fanfic)

CHAPTER TWO - THE REUNION

Enver re-entered his body screaming.

As The Dark Urge listened in transfixed stillness, his screams gradually changed into a strange and discordant mixture of laughter and sobs, and all she could think was that she’d heard that sound before.

But she couldn’t place it until a series of sensuous fragmented memories crashed into her mind—the damp stone walls of an underground dungeon, the thrust of steel as it penetrated flesh, the tantalizing ferrous scent of fresh blood, an influx of saliva pooling in the bottom of her mouth, and the howling keen emanating from the pile of meat in front of her. Then came the feeling of satisfaction. The knife clattered to the floor, and as she wiped her mouth, she heard the sound change.

It was the sound of a torture victim who’d been offered a moment of reprieve, and the only coherent thought she could form in the mangled, macerated caverns of her brain was that that sound should not be coming out of him.

She couldn’t say exactly how long the sound continued, but eventually she became aware that it had stopped, and that his eyes, which had been alternately twitching and rolling backwards into his head, had refocused. He was looking at her.

She became aware of what she must look like, standing stock-still and staring at him in paralyzed silence, but she could rouse herself to neither speech nor movement.

Slowly, he sat up, supporting his unsteady balance by spreading his hands flat on the rock’s surface. He looked around, taking in the sizeless expanse of the Astral Prism. His gaze seemed to sharpen. “How long?” he asked.

“How long…” She didn’t immediately understand the question.

“How long was I dead?” he repeated, over-enunciating each word impatiently.

The twinge of annoyance that caused within her brought her fully back to herself. “Less than a day,” she said. “Maybe slightly more. I lost track of time during the battle.” She glared at him pointedly. “You’re welcome, by the way. For your life.”

He stood, wobbling slightly but catching himself and righting his posture quickly. He walked towards her, stopping when there was only a few feet of distance between them, and met her gaze evenly. “Thank you,” he said, without a trace of sarcasm. “For my life.”

The Dark Urge found it suddenly difficult to maintain eye contact.

[read more on ao3]

#durgetash #bg3 #the dark urge #enver gortash #a deal with god: a baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #i ended up writing this very differently than i was initially conceptualizing #because the more i thought about it the more i realized he would definitely see this as a victory #like yes she's the chosen not him but she's worshiping his god specifically because of him & she brought him back when she didn't have to #and if he's alive he has a chance to rise again especially considering canonically bane is totally fine with more than one chosen #also yes he was tortured but it was only for a day instead of for eternity there's no way that's not a win #and considering this is far from his first time being tortured i think he'd recover just fine #especially since it's canon banites use torture to punish each other all the time and submit to it willingly like it's all just normal #you could argue maybe bane would be exceptionally good at torture and you could argue maybe he doesn't like having had to be rescued #but it's also super easy to read that as a win for him. he left behind an ally loyal enough to finish his plans & bargain on his behalf.#i also think the most enduring part of his personality is he's so hard to discourage. he has insane mental fortitude. and hope.#it is really hard to kill his sense of hope i think #not in the same way as hope from the house of hope but in a ruthless selfish way #but i also think durgetash kinda sees their love as the ultimate act of selfishness actually #i also always saw bane as exceptionally intelligent and strategic (a lot of that is based on earlier editions of d&d to be fair)#(i don't play 5e i play almost exclusively 3.5e)#(so if they've changed a lot about his basic personality i wouldn't know)#anyway i think he'd be just fine with the two of them doing whatever to each other as long as they stay loyal to him and keep winning #and why wouldn't they if he lets them have what they want?#it literally just... works #like in a way i don't want it to work so well because i want story conflict but it really just works haha #anyway the conflict will come from the entire rest of the world

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munsonsmixtapes · 15 hours ago

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I'll Help You Get Over It (3)

fuckboy!eddie x fem!reader

After taking a look at your life, you finally realize that you deserve better.

cw: reader has a complicated relationship with her parents, verbal abuse

You wake up the next morning having no idea where you are until it all sinks in. You came over to Eddie’s to apologize and then you drank and got high together. You never would have thought that this would have happened, but you’re grateful for it. You’ve only had a couple conversations with Eddie but it’s clear that he’s the only one who isn’t pitying you. He treats you normally, not like you’re this fragile thing that’s on the verge of breaking.

Because Eddie sees how strong you are. He sees how much you can handle. But that doesn’t mean he thinks you can take being tormented by that jackass. He’s seen the way you’ve been treated and now he wished he had stepped in and defended you. He just didn’t think it was his place but now he knows better.

The events of last night finally register in your now sober brain and you can’t seem to keep yourself from panicking. What are you going to look like leaving another guy’s apartment the day after you broke up with your boyfriend of a year and a half? You know that no one would actually care and are sure that this is just a result of your hangover induced anxiety.

You also just don’t know what you’re supposed to do now that Josh is no longer in your life. It’s only a matter of time before parents find out the truth. Before they notice that Josh has stopped coming by and you’re terrified to tell them the truth. They’re just going to tell you that you’re throwing your life away and you really can’t stand to hear that again.

Because now that you’re in your last year of college, it’s time for you to get serious. You need to settle down with a nice man and get married. You need to let him be the one to be the breadwinner while you sit at home with your children.

That degree you’ve been working for? Yeah, might as well throw it in the trash because there’s no way you’ll have time to have a career and be able to raise your children. All of that on top of cleaning the house and doing laundry and making all of the meals, you won’t have the time.

Going to college is just to show your intelligence, not to get an actual career. God forbid you actually want to do something with your life. Everything was already predetermined before you were even born.

You shake yourself out of your mental breakdown and turn to see Eddie lying next to you. His eyes slowly open and he puts on that smile that you now feel a little more comfortable to admit is adorable.

“Morning,” he says, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Morning,” you reply, trying your best to remain calm. You really don’t want him to think you’re crazy.

“Breakfast?” God, that sounds great, but you really shouldn’t be here. You have to get home and change before class. You’re worried about what your parents would think if they found that you slept at a boy’s place. And if they found out the kind of guy he was, well, better start packing now because they’d definitely kick you out. And how could you do that to poor Josh? He’s been so good to you, so faithful.

“I should really get going. Early classes and all.” You grab your purse from the hook by the door as you slip on your shoes and Eddie’s quick to follow you. He came on too strong, didn’t he? He was just trying to be a good friend and now he’s running you off because he’s never known how to play it cool.

“Okay, well, do you want to meet up tomorrow to work on the project?” He stuffs his hands into the pocket of his sweatpants and god, he looks so adorable like this with his bed head. You wonder if maybe in another life you would have ended up with Eddie if you hadn’t cared so much about what your parents thought.

You’re beginning to wonder if you ever really loved Josh or if that was just your parents' influence. You wonder how much they really shaped the person you are today down to the clothes you wear. Even though you make your own decisions every day, you know that they’re not really yours. You’re just the puppet and your parents are pulling the strings, making sure that you make the best decision.

“Sure,” you nod.

“Here, put in your number,” he says as he hands you his phone. “I know we don’t really know each other that well, but you have a safe space here. You’re welcome any time.” You hate that you’re tearing up at the gesture. There are very few people in your life who you’ve actually felt like you could go to-Robin and Steve being two of them. All of your other “friends” are Josh’s.

“Thank you, Eddie,” you tell him as you hand his phone back, your fingers brushing as you do so. “That means a lot to me.” With that, you turn on your heel, surprised when he follows you down the hallway to the elevator.

“You didn’t think I’d make you walk to your car by yourself, did you?” He asks with that cute smile that’s become so infectious. You don’t think Josh has ever walked you to your car so this is definitely uncharted territory.

“Oh, thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He presses the button that leads down to the lobby and you both wait for the elevator that comes very quickly. He gestures for you to go first and you step into the elevator as Eddie presses the proper button.

There’s nothing but silence between the two of you and Eddie can’t help but notice that you’re more tense than normal. He assumes that it’s because of your breakup and he knows how hard that can be. Well, he doesn’t really know, but he can assume. He’s never actually been in a relationship and that’s the way he likes it.

But he really does feel for you. He can’t imagine spending so much time with a person then realizing that they’re not who you thought they were. But he has a feeling that you always knew who Josh was. Anytime he saw you two together, you always looked like you would have rather been anywhere else.

The elevator door opens and Eddie leads you out of the lobby and to your car where you’ve parallel parked perfectly. To his surprise, you give him a brief hug, thanking him again before you get into your car and drive off. He just stands there after you’ve left, wondering why he ever made you out to be a villain.

You’re filled with dread when you turn onto your street, even more so when you see your mother in the yard, arms crossed over her chest. You sit in the car for a second to gather yourself after you’ve turned the car off. She’s at your side of the car, glaring at you from the other side of the window.

She backs away when you get out and that’s when the yelling starts. You can’t even count how many times this exact thing has happened so you’re even phased. You just let her yell at you until she eventually cools off. You don’t have it in you to argue with her anymore even though the anger is progressively rising inside you.

“Where were you? You know you can’t be out overnight without telling us.” You roll your eyes and words are flying out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“Last time I checked, I was an adult and I was allowed to do whatever I wanted.”

“Not under our roof, you’re not.” Your father appears in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest while your mother stands behind you, preventing you from going anywhere.

“Then I guess I just won’t live here anymore. How about that?” Your parents burst out laughing like you’ve just said the most funny thing. You’re close to exploding and you’re not sure how much you can take when you hear a car pull up behind you, the breaks coming to a screeching halt.

You turn and just your fucking luck, it’s Josh who’s getting out of the car. You let out a frustrated groan and turn to head into the house, but your father is still blocking the doorway. You blink a few times to hopefully wake up from this nightmare, but this, unfortunately is your real life.

“You fucking bitch!” Josh stomps towards you, not even caring that your parents are right there. They’re finally seeing his true colors and maybe now they’ll actually believe you. He jabs his finger in your face and you’re seconds away from punching him. “You really thought you could sleep with some other guy and I would know?”

“You were with another boy?” Your mother seems so horrified by the revelation which is so like her. Of course you’re the villain here.

“Yes, I was, but nothing happened. Not that that’s any of your business because in case you forgot, you’re not my boyfriend anymore.” You don’t have to look at your parents to see how disappointed they must be. You don’t care either. You’re over this and them. This conversation is over and you’re leaving. For good this time.

“You don’t mean that. You just need time to cool off.”

“I don’t need anything except for you to leave me alone. We’re over, Josh. In case you forgot, you’re thirty. Don’t you think it’s a little gross that I’m in my early twenties? Don’t you think it’s a little weird that all your friends are my age?” He’s livid now and he goes to reach for you, but your fist collides with his nose before he can touch you.

“You little cunt!” He grabs hold of his nose which gives you the perfect amount of time to hurry into the house to grab your stuff as your parents rush to comfort him. You throw a bunch of stuff into a duffel bag before heading back out of the house and throwing it into your passenger seat. The three of them surround the car, all yelling things at you as you pull out of the driveway.

As soon as you pull out onto the street, you know exactly where you’re going and you’ve never felt more free. All of that weight you’ve been carrying falls off you as you get further away. You have no idea why you hadn’t done this sooner, but now that you’re out of there, there’s no way you’re going back. You pull into the driveway of the house that you’ve always called home and hurry to the door, knocking on it. Robin opens it and you smile shyly in response.

“Any chance I can crash here for a while?” You ask, holding up your bag and she wordlessly opens the door to the house as well as your new life. You’re definitely going to like it here.

part one part two

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