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wishfullyeternal · 6 months

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William Afton x Reader

A/N- What up guys it's me again, college is awful and I hate every second of it. Anyway, watched the FNAF movie and had an absolute AWAKENING in the theatre. This does not follow the lore (bc I am lazy and stupid), so don't comment on that lol. Debating on making this nsfw or not, haven't decided yet, so if you like it lemme know. Y'all are awesome :) (There will be a part 2, and possibly a part 3, I already have most of it written just need to edit it)

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Warnings- Language, mentions of murder/crimes

You stared up at the neon lights, illuminating the wet ground below. The lights reflected onto the puddles, and you found yourself zipping up your jacket to escape the frigid wind. At least the storm was finally subsiding.

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria

The building wasn't particularly cutting-edge, and the sign definitely had a bit of wear and tear on it, but it was good enough for now. You just needed a job, and quick. You didn't know how many more times you could ask for just one more day to your landlord.

You took a deep breath and pushed open the obviously marked pull door.

Embarrassing.

Regaining what little dignity you had left, you went up to the counter and spoke to a very chipper teenager, who seemed like she genuinely enjoyed her job.

"Hello! Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, what can I help you with?"

You, a bit startled, took a second to respond.

"Yeah, I had an interview a couple of days ago for an opening? Today is my first day..."

"Oh, awesome! Come this way!" She exits from behind the counter and leads you through a maze of tables, past a door that says Employees Only in big red print. You finally arrived at an office door at the end of the hallway, it was noticeably less...Cheerful. The floors had changed to concrete, and the walls were not adorned with bright paint. Instead, it was a drab yellow, with slightly peeling wallpaper.

"Wait here just a second," She says, and goes inside the office, speaking quietly to whoever is inside. You assumed it was the man you spoke with before when interviewing for the job, you thought his name was Henry, but you weren’t sure. You took a deep breath and it caught in your throat as the lady from before opened the door quite quickly.

“He will see you now!” She said, smiling at you. You took the handle of the door and opened it, stepping inside. The floor had changed to carpet, and the office looked quite cozy. It was adorned with many pictures of the grand opening, different groups of kids posing in front of various animatronics, and even a yellow bunny posing with a little girl. That one was the most worn down and yellowed. Like it had been taken out of its frame and looked at multiple times, before being shoved back in.

The man noticed your silence and motioned for you to sit down. This was not the same man from before, this man was a bit more serious, and his voice was soft yet commanding at the same time.

“Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria! My name is William Afton, co-owner and founder. You probably met Henry, correct?” The man smiled, he had a few permanent wrinkles, especially towards his eyes, and wore a (quite frankly) ugly yellow dress shirt that was a tiny bit too big. Probably due to his height, he looked tall just sitting down. His tie was a muted purple, and he clasped his hands together on the desk, looking at you with sharp silver eyes. To be honest, he was a bit intimidating. He loomed over you even when sitting across from you at the desk, and there was no way he was less than six feet tall. When he moved the coffee cup next to him out of the way, you noticed the way his hands engulfed the cup. They were big too. This man was just, large.

“Uh, yeah, I spoke to Henry on the phone and we had an interview a couple of days ago, he said I could start today in the prize corner…” You trailed off, your small voice echoing off the walls.

“Well then, here’s some paperwork for you to fill out and I’ll pair you with Barbara today for your first day of training. Normally we do about two weeks of training and then you’ll be an official Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria team member! Exciting, isn’t it?”

You nodded, looking at him gathering the papers from random places around his desk, even his hands engulfed the papers. He pushed up his glasses and fumbled around for a pen. His desk was extremely neat, and you assumed that William knew exactly where everything was, and exactly how it should be. He definitely ran this place like a Navy ship.

“Thank you,” You said, grabbing the paperwork and beginning to fill it out. William excused himself from the room and left you there alone, to do the paperwork, and only the paperwork.

You definitely weren’t going to snoop around a bit. I mean, how could you not? This place had an air of something strange. Like something had gone horribly wrong. You scribbled down more nonsense on the pieces of paper. One question caught your attention.

Are you scared of animatronics, marionettes, or other children’s toys?

Huh? You thought to yourself, what a strange question. You guess it made sense, you were going to be around them a lot, and it wouldn’t be a good fit for the company if you were terrified of them, but then, why would you even apply? You tucked away that information for later, perhaps you would ask him. Finally, you finished the paperwork and got up from the chair. You were careful and calculated in your steps. The first thing you went over to was the picture. You took it off the shelf and squinted at it. There was someone in a golden bunny costume, and a little girl, no more than eight, beside him. His hand was draped over her shoulder, and she had a gleaming smile. The words Fredbear’s Family Diner were up at the top, and it looked like this place had just opened. It was a cute picture, but something felt off. The girl was a tiny bit too far away from the man in the bunny suit, you then realized that the man in the bunny suit must have been close to seven feet tall. He was quite literally towering over her. You put the picture back, making sure the angle of the picture was just how you found it a minute prior. You then went over to Williams's desk and opened up the first drawer. Pens, pencils, post-it notes, staples, and write-up citation notices were in the drawer. That was extremely normal. You weren’t sure why you were convinced you were going to find something. The man had been nothing but normal. Absolutely normal.

Maybe he was too normal. You closed that drawer and opened up the second, it was filled to the brim with different notebooks, picture books, and other random stacks of papers. You then tried to open the third. It was locked.

Locked? You thought, what reason would he have to lock a desk drawer? You pulled at it more, but nothing budged. There was, however, a tiny sliver where you could see through, and to be honest, you couldn’t see much of anything.

Something reflected the light, something yellow. Dirty. It smelled like polyester and a hint of something else. You couldn’t tell. You then decided to go back to your chair and gaze around the room more. Thank god you did, because the door opened back up about a minute later.

“All done?” He quips, you nod, and he sits back down on the desk and takes the paperwork, looking over it.

“Looks good, I’ll lead you to Barbara at the prize corner, and she’ll teach you the ropes.” He smiled gently, and you smiled back. He opened the door and held it open for you, before leading you through the maze again, footsteps loud on the concrete.

“Thanks for the job, Mr.Afton, it really means a lot to me.” You spoke quietly, he hadn’t heard you.

“Hm?” He sighs,

“Sorry, my hearing isn’t what it used to be, being around loud arcade games for years definitely hasn’t helped. What did you say?”

You stammered, now obviously embarrassed.

“Thanks for the job Mr.Afton, I really appreciate it,” William smiled, then held out his hand for you to shake. You did, and his hands were probably twice your size. It was firm, but kind.

“Happy to have you on the team… And please, William will do,” He led you towards Barbara, and she greeted you with as much excitement as the teenager at the front did earlier, her ginger hair shone in the backlights of the prize corner. She seemed proud of her prize display and was eager to show it off to you.

She took you through your first day, and it was a breeze. She explained the ticket counter, the prizes, how easiest to remember how many tickets each prize required, and taught you how to deal with problematic children. You couldn’t have asked for a better co-worker. However, something changed when you asked a relatively simple question.

“So what is Fredbear’s Family Diner?” Barbara froze, and her blue eyes widened in the tiniest of ways. If you hadn’t been staring at her eyes, you would have missed it entirely. She smiled again, and you could tell something was wrong. She grabbed at her tie and loosened it a bit, like she was uncomfortable. You felt like you had crossed an invisible line, or gone past obviously marked caution tape. Barbara spoke gently, and carefully.

“It was the restaurant Mr.Afton and Mr.Emily had first, it was closed down due to electrical issues.” You decided not to push further, it was obvious that she didn’t want to talk about it. Why though? You thought, trying to make sense of it. If William had a picture of it in his office, it must have meant something to him, why close it down and open something that would basically be the same? What happened?

The rest of the day went smoothly, and you went home with a lot more questions than before.

How could a pizzeria hide so many secrets?

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fishylife · 5 months

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I watched this documentary series on the making of Creation of the Gods. These are just my reactions to it and not a synopsis.

Episode 1

It's cool seeing just how many people were involved in the making of this movie(s)

The writer Ran Jia'nan was saying that they had to cut out stuff from the story that might not have made sense (to a wider audience) or perhaps was not so relevant to the main plot, and the example she used was that when Ji Chang threw up the bits of Bo Yikao that he had eaten, those pieces became rabbits. After a long time of mulling it over they decided to cut that from the story.

The actors had to learn to ride horses, combat, archery.

Training montage!!!!!

Most of those chosen had not performed professionally so they needed to train in acting and performing too.

Their first lesson was in drums. Not sure how to put it into words, but basically the teacher said that drums are an instrument that can match our pulse, and that in battle, the rhythm at which we fight is the rhythm of our pulse. That's kind of hype, they look cool.

Second lesson was combat but they also had to work out a lot too.

Third lesson was horseback riding.

Rad that one of their trainers is like, a cowboy lol.

Not only did they train in horse riding, but horse riding while fighting.

Fourth lesson was culture/history class, including a classical Chinese education. Probably to give them a deeper appreciation and understanding of the characters and story.

Wuershan was more focused on whether the actors could relate to their characters.

Ji Fa's clothes look so good.

The scenes when Ji Fa was riding back home in the end of the first movie were filmed in Xinjiang. Those scenes were sooo good.

I appreciate that Wuershan wanted a very foxlike Daji and had Naran study fox behaviour. She watched fox videos but also went to the zoo to watch foxes :3

Speaking of Naran, I think she trained to be fluent in Mandarin for this movie which is so amazing :3

Daji's appearance right after she is possessed by the demon is so...wow. The long hair, the flowing robes. She didn't die in those clothes, but as the fox it's like, a little primitive. She's wearing very basic robes. She is not the original Daji, that's for sure.

The guys pumping in preparation for the dance scene :P

The dance performance was shot in one go! :3

They're literally rewatching and admiring their muscles here lol

Episode 2

The concept art is so cool. Wuershan emphasized the good vs evil battle so the one with the very clear yin-yang outline probably emphasized that the best.

The process by which they decided on the aesthetic for this movie series was interesting. Investiture of the Gods is based on a very ancient time, but the novel itself was written in the Ming Dynasty. Add to that the mythical elements that should in theory transcend time. What do you get? In the end, they went for a 70% 水陸畫 style (which is an artistic style and not a time period) and 30% 殷商 (which refers to the Yin and Shang dynasties), plus a bit of Song Dynasty 山水 art style (which I guess is referring to that style of landscape/nature art).

Wuershan really liked a mural that was in Yongle Gong and wanted the aesthetics of the movie to emulate that style.

Concept art for the outfits. According to Wuershan, in the Shang Dynasty, white was considered a regal colour.

Empress Jiang and her family were from the east, by the ocean, so that was why they wore blue.

The duke from the south was thought to have come from a hot place, so that was why he wore red robes.

The northerners wore gray, as their lands were thought to be kind of...vast and gray.

Then lastly the folks from the west, including Ji Chang, wore yellow, though here of course it looks more like a muted yellow, a brown. Anything too bright and it would remind people too much of an emperor.

So the team put effort into fleshing out the world, even though we only saw a bit of it (at least in the first movie). But it kind of shows how ambitious Wuershan is about making this an "epic" movie series, not in the sense that it's super great, but in the sense that this is a big world with a lot going on. Even though this movie wasn't even that long, I did feel that sense of magnitude, that there were a lot of things going on even if we were just focused on the top.

Bo Yikao <3

Hell yeah Yang Jian in front of the blue screen

It's interesting that Wuershan is so involved in every aspect of the movie. He was discussing clothing materials with Tim Yip. He is the director, but I think he's just really passionate about the world he's building and he wants it to be as immersive as possible.

Naran's interpretations of her outfits was interesting. When she was still the real Su Daji, she was dressed in furs, and it gave a feeling of being protected and loved by her family. When she was possess by the fox demon, she wore a very thin purple outfit. She wore it while in the dead of winter, and it would give people a feeling that something was off. Then she wore a bright red outfit when she was dancing and it represented ambition. In the last scene of the first movie when Daji revived Yin Shou, Daji wore another very thin dress, this time in pink. Naran felt that at that time, Daji sincerely cared for Yin Shou (whether it was "love" or not is another question), so she would have been sad at seeing him dead. And so Naran associated pink with sadness.

Kris Phillips was raving about Tim Yip's outfits for Yin Shou in this part :P

Oh this is cool I think they are sculpting Lei Zhenzi here.

And other monsters.

The concept artist Siji said that he appreciated that the concept artists were given enough time to develop and create the concept art.

I didn't even realize the fox demon had different forms. Siji was explaining that initially, the fox demon was more ghost-like, and only began to develop a form after eating enough people.

Hell yeah more monsters

So we move on to the set and Wuershan puts just as much detail into building the set, which is very understandable. If your set is lame then it doesn't matter how beautiful your costumes are tbh. They went so far as to discuss the patterns of the beams, and what kinds of visual motifs would be on them.

Tim Yip was explaining how some of the structures they came up with would never have existed in history. But they did it for the aesthetics lol.

For some of the fight scenes, they did the storyboard by animating it in 3d because it would be easier to work with. In the example shown, the camera was constantly rotating around the character so I imagine that it would have been difficult to explain the constant motion of the camera with a normal drawn storyboard.

We got to the animation of Lei Zhenzi. The animator did a 360 view of what he would look like, and then another view where he would be carrying Ji Chang on his back, which he pointed out probably would not work if the wings were also on his back.

It looks like the entire movie was created in that Previz 3d animation system. Which makes sense. There's a lot that goes into filming and you might as well get a feel for the scenes, so that you can see if they actually deliver the intended impact.

Wu Yibei who I think is a special effects producer was talking about Lei Zhenzi. Basically it was really important for them to get all of the details of Lei Zhenzi right because he was going to be an important character in the second and third movies, and would interact with actors, would have feelings, etc.

This is super cool, this seems to be concept art for how Lei Zhenzi would have grown, how his wings would have developed as he grew up from a baby to an adult.

I saw this from another video that interviewed a special effects advisor for the movie. Douglas Smith had mentioned that Wuershan didn't really want Lei Zhenzi to be like a bird or a bat, and in the end, they settled for more of a fish feeling to Lei Zhenzi. Wuershan says this too in this documentary series.

Other than the physics of Lei Zhenzi's flight, I thought it was neat that Wuershan and the animators were discussing how his lightning powers would look like.

Wuershan had called up Han Pengyi and asked him if he'd wanted to be China's Andy Serkis lol. Han Pengyi served as the motion capture actor for Lei Zhenzi.

Oh wow Wuershan and Han Pengyi actually met Serkis and got to ask him about motion capture acting :o

So apparently when they animated Lei Zhenzi they hadn't really animated him blinking so Douglas Smith and team were figuring out how they could make use of other skin around Lei Zhenzi's eyes to express certain emotions.

Episode 3

Wow the craftspeople are carving the parts of the set by hand.

Look at this!!! Even just the concept art is amazing.

Wuershan did a lot of studying on the Lord of the Rings and consulted people who worked on that which is cool.

There was a discussion where Wuershan was discussing how the Lord of the Rings used more practical effects (in this case having a bunch of extras actually fighting in a battle) whereas by the time the Hobbit came around, they didn't consider this option anymore.

They spent a lot of time explaining how they came to film Shen Gong Bao's scene in which his head came apart from his body.

This was super blurry so I'm not going to screencap it but Ji Chang's actor Li Xuejian said "兒子演得不錯" and Wuershan patted Yu Shi's head in a 'did you hear that?' kind of way Yu Shi was all like humble like "noooo i'm not" hehe.

Apparently it was Father's day so Yu Shi wished Wuershan and Wang Yu a Happy Father's day lol.

They were trying to shoot a shot of five of the warriors on horseback jumping over a hurdle, while the horses were blindfolded. I'm not sure why the horses were blindfolded tbh but it was difficult because of that and the fact that they wanted the horses to jump together. Looked awesome though. And they got fistbump from one of the trainers for getting it done in two takes.

Taking care of the horses after a hard day's work.

Yu Shi explained that when they first started learning to ride horses, they were paired with any horse. After they got the hang of it, they were paired with a specific horse so that they could build a good relationship, and the actors would have to care for that horse too.

Ji Fa's character especially had a special relationship with his horse because he was a gift from his family and a symbol of home. And we saw them filming the scene near the end of the first movie where his horse was trying to get him to wake up so that they could go home.

Archery was something that challenged Yu Shi a lot so he practised it a lot and watched videos of archers.

Check out this diagram lol. I think they were trying to explain the setting to Gordy Haab who worked on the music.

We saw Gordy checking out Chinese artifacts and listening to Chinese music. Yu Fei who was a music producer said that he had a good deal of interest in the culture.

It looks like they're having some musicians play outside at one of the sites? I'm not sure if they were actually playing though.

The male bass singers were very cool. Are they throat singing?

Looks like they're playing scenes from the movie on the screen

Me, an ex-oboist, doing the Dicaprio pointing meme to these oboists

Wuershan is a fan of Penderecki. I don't know this composer so I had to look him up.

Wuershan delivering flowers to the various cast members :3

What a fun series!!!! I have some other behind the scenes videos to watch relating to this movie so I am excited :3

#thinking out loud #screencaps #movies #creation of the gods

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daylightisminetoconsume · 2 years

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For the strickmar prompts: sharing

Walter's pen sprinkled red checkmarks across the historical essay with the business like muscle-memory of a bee assessing a line of flowers.

Every so often, the soft skritch of the pen was punctuated by the crunch of an apple. Walter had been very pleased by the never-empty fruit bowl on the desk of his stone, darklands office.

"...You've really never tried one?"

"Mm."

The non-comittal rumble came from just behind Walter's shoulder.

The Warlord's chin rested on his folded hands, curled up behind the changeling like a massive bear settled in for hibernation.

"I've never found a good reason to give plants my attention."

"You're serious? The Wyldwood marked the border between Camelot and Avalon, You literally LIVED in the 'isle of apples.' You could've plucked one from any tree!"

"Plucking a knight from a horse was tastier."

Walter set down the pen, turning his desk chair to face the Gumm-Gumm king.

"Now, how do you know that if you've never even tried it?" He asked, gesturing with the fruit.

"I know what I like, Stricklander. And I know what is unworthy of me."

"..You say that. But I think we've both found good reason to try new things as of late. You were wrong about me. And I like to think I've learned a few things about you."

"Wrong about you so far."

"Ah, and there's that vote of confidence. Your faith keeps me Steadfast, your Dark Excellency."

Gunmar regarded his Queen with a half-lidded eye.

"I would've expected you to have poisoned me by now."

"....You know, a year ago, I would have. If I knew it would work."

As walter spoke, he offered up the apple, an open gesture.

Gunmar considered the bright spot of yellow; completely out of place in the muted blues and greens of the Darklands.

His lone eye rolled once in exasperation, and then he opened his mouth.

The Warlord's teeth were pitted and stained; colored by centuries of blood thirst. His tongue had been a burial shroud for a thousand changelings, trolls, and humans.

And now, Walter willingly placed his hand past those teeth, setting the apple down.

The Jaws closed, Gunmar's lips linging briefly on his fingertips.

He crushed the apple in his jaws, the starchy fruit giving several impressive pops and crunching noises against the immense power of Gunmar's teeth.

A gumm-gumms jaws weren't designed for fruit, and a bit of pulverized apple dribbled onto the ground.

Walter didn't look at the mess. He kept his gaze on Gunmar's face; eyebrows lifted in silent inquiry.

Gunmar swallowed, and considered for a moment.

"I have....had worse."

Walter smiled at that, and Gunmar gave a slight sigh.

"It's probably going to disagree with me."

"Trust me, Gunmar. that is an exceedingly easy thing to do."

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moby-writing-and-stuff · 9 months

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Champion Role Models (NSFW)

Victor smiled as he sat down on the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table as he finally let himself rest.

The 21-year-old young man had been training like crazy for these past few months, getting himself ready for the biggest challenge of his young life to date.

“Feels right to treat ourselves, doesn't it Cinderace?” he asked his partner. The large rabbit-like pokemon nodded as it sat on the recliner on the other side of the hotel room, chowing down on the Poke-Chow his trainer had bought.

“Cinde!” it chirped as he chowed down on the food

“This beats camping out in the woods that’s for sure,” Victor said as he grabbed the TV remote, turning on said device.

“And in other news” came the voice from the anchor of the New’s Station “Chairman Rose is currently under investigation for allegations of misappropriation of funds and trespassing in protected sites. The Chairman claims he was working on a large program to help the region, but the Wydon police department…”

“Wow, come into town right as shit hits the fan” Victor muttered as he muted the TV and pulled out his phone.

“Ace?”

“Yeah I know it's annoying” Victor muttered as he flicked through the text messages he had “Come to Wydon for the league, end up stuck due to politics…” he shook his head “Months collecting badges and the entire league gets the shaft thanks to Rose pulling some stupid move… You know, I can actually believe he saw himself in Bede. Apparently, both of them don’t give a crap about historical artifacts”

The Fire-Type pokemon shrugged as it shoved more food into its gullet, getting a chuckle from Victor.

“Right, probably not the smartest idea to talk politics to a Pokemon” he chuckled, turning his attention back to the TV, his eyebrows shooting up as he saw a familiar person on screen. “Is that Leon?” he muttered, grabbing the remote and unmuting it.

“-othes worn by the best of the best”, a soft-spoken voice said as Leon smirked at the camera in a way that made Victor blink.

“That’s….a suggestive wink” he muttered, leaning back into the sofa “Never thought I’d see Leon do that…”

On-screen, Leon threw the cape he was wearing off, revealing he was clad in nothing but a pair of tight shorts. The young galarian trainer felt his cheeks light up red as Leon turned around and presented his shapely ass to the camera, running his hand over it.

“Damn…. Guess the League closing left him a bit bored…” Victor muttered, his face a bright red as he felt heat running down his loins. Right as the camera moved onto another angle of the great champion of Galar in a jockstrap, a loud knocking on the door made the young man on the couch jump. He quickly turned the TV off and got up, slowly walking to the hotel’s door.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Right right, bloody calm down, I’m coming” Victor muttered, still blushing a bit at the mast in his pants as he unlocked the door. He cracked it open a bit, his eyebrows shooting up as he saw a tanned young man with a carefully maintained mop of royal purple hair and a pair of soft yellow eyes. “Hop? That you mate?”

“Course it's me,” the young man on the other side said, crossing his arms as he looked into the creak between the door and the wall “You gonna let me in?”

“Right right, gimme a second…” Victor muttered as he closed the door and removed the bolt, opening it properly for his friend “Good to see you mate”

“Same” Hop said with a friendly smile, giving his friend a quick hug “So…. you gonna let me in?”

“Heh, yeah sure” Victor said with a chuckle as he stepped aside. Hop gave him a wink as he stepped inside, dumping his bag onto the floor.

“Bloody hell, how much did you spend on this place” Hop muttered as he plopped down on the couch “This place is about the size of my house!”

“I know it's ridiculous!” Victor said as he sat down next to his best friend, silently recalling his Cinderace into the Pokeball “The League didn't skimp on the rooms. I’m guessing they used the money from the pay-per-view to get us these places.”

“Most likely” Hop said as he rested his head on the cushions, groaning

“What’s wrong?” Victor asked as he dropped the Pokeball onto the coffee table “I thought you’d be happy to spend time in your brother’s flat”

“I would… if he was ever fucking home!” Hop groaned “Like… I think I’ve seen him twice. In the two weeks, I’ve been here!”

“Seriously?” Victor asked, frowning as he looked at this friend’s splayed-out form “What, was there some kind of emergency back home?”

“No! That’s the thing, he’s never around! And the one time I caught him, he looked really out of it, like he just woke up and had to get a drink of water or something. And then there’s those ADS!”

“Ah, yeah….” Victor muttered, his face going a bit red as he glanced at the black screen of the television “Those….”

“I mean…. I know that he doesn't have anything to do with the league shut down, but why that!?” Hop groaned

“I mean,... Your brother isn’t too bad on the eyes” Victor said, his face a bit red as he looked at his friend.

“Isn’t… MATE DON’T” Hop shouted as he threw a cushion right at Victor’s face, getting a chuckle out of the other boy “It’s bad enough I have to deal with Rahain getting lovey-dovey with him, don’t you start too!”

“Heh, sorry pal. I’m not gonna deny the truth when I see it” Victor said with a wink

“Bloody hell, stop!” Hop groaned, covering his ears as his whole face lit up bright red, getting a chuckle “Arceus stop for the love of all that’s good!”

“Alright alright! Take a bloody breath” Victor said with a laugh, giving his friend a light slap on the shoulder as he smiled at him.

“Screw you, wanker….” Hop muttered as he removed his hands

“Hey, you’ll have to buy me dinner first,” the brown-haired young man said with a wink

“Pffft” Hop chuckled, biting into his fist “Arceus Victor, don’t joke around now please”

“What? I’m not the one panicking over my brother taking a job. You need to relax a bit” Victor said as he grabbed the remote

“Mate, I’m not gonna relax!” Hop said, swiping the remote from his friend’s hand “This shit isn’t right ok? Something weird is going on”

“Hop, I know you love your brother, but I think you're being a bit paranoid”

“I’m not being paranoid! Rahain is freaking out too! He’s been pretty much camping out on the couch for the past week and Leon has barely looked at him!”

“Ok….” Victor muttered, blinking “That is a bit weird…”

“Yeah ignoring your fiancee is a bit weird, ain’t it?” Hop asked, sarcasm dripping off every word.

“Fuck, you really are worried aren’t you?” Victor muttered, looking at his friend in concern

“Fuck yes I am!” Hop said, leaning forwards and resting his arms on his legs “Look, Leon isn’t the type to do stuff like this. He’s not the kind to just drop everything for some dumb modeling job, no matter how well it pays. Plus, what kind of modeling job requires you to be at the studio so fucking long?”

“Yeah, that’s true….” Victor muttered, his eyes going a bit wider as Hop’s arguments began to make sense, “so what do you want to do about it?”

“Right so my plan is we go down to this studio, sneak inside somehow and then we can snoop around for evidence to prove this company up to no good” the passion was clear in his voice as Hop laid out his plan which he was obviously very proud of.

“Then we take the proof we need to officer Jenny and she’ll kick in the door and save my big bro,” Hop said with a fire in his eye as he rounded off his plan by karate kicking the air “It’s the perfect plan mate”.

“Mate that's the worst plan I’ve ever heard” Victor replied with a deadpan grimace on his face.

“Yeah well, what do you think you should do then smartypants,” Hop asked sarcastically as he crossed his arms over his chest with a humph.

“Well how about we just go do there ask to see your brother” Victor suggested off the top of his head and clearly being the more sensible of the two “That we can look around a bit and ask Leon directly what's going on?”

“Victor you're a genius!” Hop shouted, grabbing his friend by the shoulders and staking him in his excitement “It’ll be like we’re undercover, they won’t suspect a thing, and that way we can bust them from the inside!”

“Ok fine you’ve convinced me, let’s go do some digging” Victor groaned at his friend, thinking even his own plan sounds a bit ridiculous, but he was getting tired from the constant needling.

“Fucking finally!” Hop screamed, getting up from the couch and giving his friend a smirk

“Wait, you wanna go now?” Victor asked, blinking as he looked up at his friend

“Course I do! Not like your doing anything” Hop said as he grabbed his backpack and headed for the door

“Hey!”

“Oh don’t pretend you were gonna do anything other than sitting there and eat pizza,” Hop said, crossing his arms. Victor felt his cheeks light up red, his unconsciously going to his phone

“Maybe…” he muttered, getting a sigh from his friend.

“Come on,” Hop said, tossing the fellow trainer his shoes.

“Fine fine….” Victor muttered as he caught the footwear and slipped them on quickly. He hopped to his feet and nodded at this friend. “Let’s go”

“Awesome!” Hop said with a big smile as he headed outside the room, Victor following right behind him, making sure to lock the suite’s door before catching up with Hop.

“Okay, so what do you know about this company?” the brown-haired trainer as he hit the call button for the elevator

“Huh?”

“I mean, if we’re gonna go check out what’s going on, I need to know something about this. I kinda shut the ad off before the name of the company could come up, so I need to know exactly is going on”

“Right right right…” Hop muttered, shaking his head “Um….”

“You do know what the company is called, don’t you?” Victor asked as the elevator arrived

“C-Course I do!” Hop said, his face lighting up red as the two got into the elevator “I just….forgot for a minute….”

“Sure you did…” Victor muttered, pulling out his phone and opening the browser. A few seconds later, he smiled and showed the screen to Hop. “Here”

“Wallace’s Sport and Fashion?” Hop read, seeing the blue logo in the shape of some snake-like pokemon he didn’t recognize. “Why does that name sound familiar?”

“Because Wallace was the champion of the Hoenn region for a few months. He’s the shortest titleholder in the world, and he’s the only one who didn’t lose the title, instead, he retired and gave it up to his chosen successor. He then went to open a men’s wears company”

“Huh…” Hop blinked, clearly not expecting that dump of information

“Says here that the company is just recently expanding into international markets….” Victor read from his phone as the elevator door slid open “They’re putting out calls for models all over the planet. And they're pushing it hard. Looks like Leon isn’t the only famous guy to sign up to work for them.”

“How so?” Hop asked as the two walked through the lobby

“It says here that former gym leader and actor Brysen signed up to be a model in Unova. In Kanto, former league competitor and gym leader Blue is one too.”

“Damn, so they're going for famous people to advertise these, aren’t they?” Hop muttered as they stepped out of the hotel into the rather chilly streets of Wyndon.

“Yeah. They're doing some aggressive advertising” Victor muttered as he used his phone to call over a taxi. “And by the looks of it, their studio is on the other side of the city”

“Right, so I’m guessin’ that’s we-”

“CORVO!” a shriek interrupted the conversation as the Corvo Taxi landed in front of the two, a plume of dust escaping from the bottom. The large pokemon that carried it stared down at the two, the doors unlocking and swinging open automatically.

“That will never not be scary…” Hop muttered as he climbed inside the cab, barely looking at the Corvoknight.

“Oh don’t be a wuss,” Victor said as he showed the Corvoknight their destination on his phone. The large pokemon nodded, getting in position to take off.

“Shut up and get in here” Hop muttered, getting a giggle from his friend as he climbed inside and shut the door. A click rang out through the cab as they locked and the Corviknight began flapping its wings, slowly lifting them off the ground and towards their destination.

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The two grunted as they felt the taxi come to a sudden stop, a loud bang ringing out as the cab landed, rather roughly, on the ground.

“I hate flying on these things…” Hop muttered as the doors unlocked and swung open. “Thank Arceus I didn’t eat lunch beforehand…”

“Oh don’t bitch, this was your idea,” Victor said as he handed the Corvoknight a bill. The Flying Type grabbed it with its beak before taking off, flapping its massive wings and blasting the two boys in the face with a gust of wind before it disappeared into the clouds.

“Just…. Come on, let’s go find my brother” Hop muttered, putting his hands into his pockets and walking up to the door, huffing the whole way.

“Fine fine” Victor said, trying not to giggle at his friend’s actions as he followed right behind him. The building was quite large, and it stood out slightly from the rest of the city. Wyndon had a particular style to it, and this building with its modern full glass walls, clean white metal around said glass, and well-kept lawn outside clashed hard with it.

“Looks like an office building from Unova…” Victor muttered as they stepped inside, a blast of cold air hitting the two. The lobby was pretty much what they expected after seeing the outside. Sparsely decorated with a few couches, a pile of magazines, and the company’s logo right in front of them, displayed for all to see. Said logo was a Wailord jumping over a stylized W.

“Huh, not a bad symbol, I’ve got to say” Hop muttered as he looked at the carving on the wall.

“Oh hello!” a voice rang out from the right of the room, getting the attention of both young men. They turned and saw a young man, probably about a year older than them, holding a tablet and giving them a friendly smile. “Do you have an appointment?”

“Um…” Victor blinked as he looked over the guy, a bit taken aback by his outfit. He was wearing a pair of shorts, a shirt that was open to show a well-chiseled chest and a necklace with the company’s logo hanging loosely around his neck “N-No…We-”

“What are you wearing?” Hop said, his face a bit red

“HOP!” Victor shouted, his own face going bright red as he glared at his best friend before turning back to the guy quickly “S-Sorry about that….”

“Oh no need to apologize,” the guy said with a laugh, a quite nice melodic sounding laugh “I get that a lot.”

“Yeah well, given how the building looks you except someone wearing a stuffy business suit,” Hop said with a friendly smile

“Heh, well Mr. Wallace does want us to show exactly what we’re about. Wouldn’t do to wear some ugly suit if we don’t make them, now wouldn’t it?”

“Heh, yeah that makes sense!” Hop said with a grin and a nod, while Victor just stared at the two.

“Heh, anyways. You said you didn’t have an appointment?” the guy said, going back to the original topic

“Um, no we don’t,” Victor said, giving Hop a light elbow to the side as he was about to speak again “We’re actually looking for one of the models”

“Oh? One of the models?” the guy asked, looking up from his tablet “That’s rare. Most people don’t care about that.”

“Well, he’s my brother,” Hop said “And I’ve been a bit worried about him”

“Ah I see” the guy said with a smile “What’s your brother’s name?”

“Leon,” Victor and Hop said at the same time

“He’s kind of well known,” Victor said, crossing his arms “Given he’s the champion and all that”

“Ah yes. I think he’s currently doing a shoot. Please follow me” the guy said, turning around and leading them further inside.

“Well that wasn’t so hard,” Hop said as he followed the guy

“Don’t jinx us yet, mate” Victor muttered as he kept up with them. The two were led through the halls of the building, pictures of Wallace hanging on the walls, each of them with him wearing a different outfit. Victor’s eyes were drawn to some of the outfits the guy modeled, some being a bit more risque than others.

“Our founder does have great fashion sense, doesn't he?” the guy leading them said

“That’s your founder?” Hop muttered, his cheeks red as he tried to not look at the risque outfits

“Yup. That’s Wallace” the guy explained “Our namesake and big icon”

“It’s one heck of a leap from Gym Leader to Fashion business, isn’t it?” Victor asked, his eyes still on the multiple pictures of Wallace that decorated the entire hall.

“Well yes,” their guide said as they finally reached an elevator at the back of the hall “But he didn’t do it all on his own.”

“I thought he was the founder”

“Technically he’s the co-founder” their guide cleared up “He was approached by a former Elite 4 member from Johto who had the idea for the company. Wallace would be the image and he’d be the money man”

“Interesting. Why isn’t his name on the company then?” Hop asked as the elevator doors slid open

“From what I understand he’s a very private person” the guy explained as he pushed a button for one of the top floors “He’s a lot like Alistair actually. Wears a mask all the time and doesn't like going in public that often.”

“Wears a mask?” Victor muttered, trying to think who their guide could be referring to

“Yeah. Though it's not like the one our local Ghost Specliasist wears. It's more of a carnival mask, like those you’d see at Nimbassa City during a parade. He’s actually the one who does the negotiating for the models”

“Really?” the brown-haired young man asked

“Yup. It was his idea to have big names be the models for the brand. And he has a silver tongue! We haven’t had a single person he’s talked to turn down the job offer!”

“That’s….interesting…” Hop said, looking at his friend with a bit of concern clear in his face

“So… have you met this silent partner?” Victor asked as they approached the floor that was selected earlier

“One time,” their guide said with a smile “It was my first day here actually. I remember I was really nervous for some reason. I was also wearing some butt-ugly business suit thing, but then he took me aside and….” he blinked and scratched his head

“And then what?” Hop asked

“Can’t remember” the guy said, with a shrug “Oh well, details probably aren’t all that important. What I do remember is that afterward, I felt like, loads better. Way more relaxed and at home. And I started wearing much more fitting things” he gave the two a big smile as the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open “Ah good! Come on, I’ll show ya where Leon is!”

He stepped outside without hesitation, but the two young men hung back for a moment.

“I have a really bad feeling about this secret partner thing” Hop muttered as he watched the guide walking into the hallway “Like….really bloody bad”

“Same” Victor whispered back “I get the feeling there’s more to him than just being really good at contract negotiations”

“Agreed,” the violet-haired boy said with a nod “Does the description he gave ring any bells?”

“Not really,” Victor said with a shrug “The Kanto and Johto Elite 4 aren’t exactly the most chatty. And if one of them wears a mask, then I doubt he goes out of his way to get pictures taken…”

“Hey you two coming or what?” the guy called out to them

“Coming!” Victor called back before turning to Hop “Either way, keep your guard up”

“Agreed” Hop muttered back as the two stepped off the elevator and followed their guide deeper into the building.

The two were led to a large double door with a sign on it that said

Warning. Shoot could be in process. Enter with care

“Here we are!” their guide said with a big smile “This is the photo studio. Please be quiet as you go in, they could be in the middle of something”

“Wait, you're not coming in?” Hop asked, frowning a little

“Wish I could, but I need to head back to the front desk,” he said with a big smile that didn’t seem quite so innocent to the pair anymore. “Not really supposed to leave it. So I should head back before I get in trouble. See you guys later!” he turned around with that and walked off.

“Well, crap” Victor muttered as the guy disappeared into the hallway

“Not like he’d be that much help, to be honest mate,” Hop said as he slowly turned the nob of the door

“True” Victor muttered as he peeked in through the small opening Hop made. Most of the room seemed to be dark, with some light creeping out from further inside “Let’s just hope it’s Leon and a photographer in there”

“Yeah….” the violet-haired young man pushed the door, the two creeping inside.

“Is this a locker room?” Hop muttered as he pulled out his phone for some light. Victor blinked as Hop turned on the flashlight, and indeed, the place looked less like a fancy studio and more like a High School Locker room. On the back wall was a line of lockers, some benches nearby, and a shower.

“The hell?” Victor muttered, walking over to the lockers. There were about four of them, though only one had a name on it and none had locks of any kind

Frowning, Victor put his hand on the nearest locker, opening it slightly before reading the name stamped on it. “L. Dande….”

“Dande?” Hop muttered as he walked over “That’s my last name….”

“Guess this is Leon’s locker” Victor muttered as he fully opened the thing. Inside was a Rotom Phone, a pair of pants, a shirt and sandals. “That’s a bit bare, isn’t it?”

“That’s what Leon was wearing every time I saw him back home” Hop muttered “He hasn’t worn his champion cape ever since he started working for this place. Or even shoes. He always looked like that”

“It’s not exactly something very fashionable either” Victor muttered as he ran his fingers over the sweatpants “I’d wear something like this if I woke up in the middle of the night…”

“Yeah…” Hop muttered “And he was acting like he was half asleep those few times I saw him”

“And then he stopped coming home…” Victor muttered, closing the locker and turning around, frowning slightly. “Come on, let’s go find him”

“Yeah…” Hop muttered as the two-headed through the opening where the light was coming from. The small hallway that led the two through had pictures hanging on the walls, all of them of Leon and Wallace. All of them showing off various types of underwear, like jockstraps and boxers in various very provocative poses.

“Whoever this secret partner is, they're really into guys in their underpants…” Hop mumbled

“Really into them,” Victor said as they finally reached the source of the light.

The two walked into a white room, with two people inside. One was a purple-haired young man standing behind a camera. And in the middle of the room, was Leon.

Hop’s eyes went wide as he saw his older brother bending over to show off his bare ass, as the jockstrap that was wrapped around his groin trembled as it was moved around.

“Good!” the photographer said, clapping “Now on your knees. Show us both your ass and your feet!”

“Yes sir!” Leon said, his voice sounding a lot slower and deeper than Victor remembered. It sounded like each word was a struggle to form without moaning. He got into the position the photographer asked for without hesitation “This good?”

“That’s perfect!” the photographer said, his cheery voice echoing through the mostly empty room. The snapping of the camera rang out shortly afterward. “Now, show us the bulge. We want the guys watching to see how good it will make them look!”

“Heh yeah!” Leon giggled, a sound that sounded weird to Victor. He got up and turned around, thrusting out his hips to make the bulge on the jockstrap stand out. Victor’s own bulge twitched at the sight, despite his best efforts.

“Good boy!” the photographer said as he started taking pictures.

“What the hell?” Hop whispered “We need to get him out of there”

“Shh!” Victor hissed, putting his finger over Hop’s mouth to shut him up. The two stayed there for a few seconds.

“Perfect…. Now I think we need a good shot of your whole body” the photographer said, apparently not hearing the two. Victor sighed and gave his best friend a glare, getting a nervous smile in return. “Don’t you two agree?”

Victor’s eyes went wide as he heard that, quickly turning his head. The photographer was looking at the two of them, his purple eyes seemingly glowing in the lighting of the studio

“Shit” Victor cursed as he got up, grabbing a Pokeball from his belt, Hop doing the same.

“What the hell did you do to my brother!?” Hop shouted as he gripped the ball tightly

“Oh you mean L?” the photographer asked, a smirk on his face “I just made him a perfect model”

“L?! His name is Leon!” Hop shouted

“Oh, it is. Problem is, he’s a bit too dumb to remember a complicated name like that” the photographer chuckled “Isn't that right L?”

“Uh? Oh yeah!” Leon chuckled, clearly not paying attention to what was happening around him until he was called out. He smiled at the photographer as he just sat there, not even seeing Victor or Hop

“Leon! Bro look at me!” Hop shouted to him, only to be ignored as the muscular man turned to the photographer

“We taking more pics sir?” he asked calmly as if sitting there nearly nude was totally normal to him

“Not today L. Go ahead and take a break”

“Yes sir!” the champion said, a dumb chuckle escaping his lips as he got to his feet and headed off in the opposite direction

“L, remember. No wearing merchandise during break” the photographer said

“Oooh right! Sorry boss!” Leon said with a chuckle as he took off the jockstrap without hesitation and threw it to a pile in the corner. Then he just walked to the other side of the room, falling onto a beanbag chair and grabbing his cock, not caring that he had an audience in the slightest.

“H-How….W-Why…?” Victor stammered out, a bit flummoxed at seeing the charismatic champion he’d met a few months ago acting like a dumbass college bro.

“Part of the job,” the photographer said calmly as he looked at the two, his glowing eyes never blinking “See, it's a lot easier to get the models to agree to risque shots when they're too dumb and horny to refuse. Makes my job much, much easier”

“That’s it… Go Cinder-” Victor’s word’s died in his throat as he suddenly felt his entire body seize up, including his mouth. His tongue stopped mid-motion as a soft purple glow surrounded his body. Only his eyes remained free to move, and he saw that Hop was in a very similar position.

“Now, I don’t think calling out Pokemon would be beneficial here,” the photographer said, walking closer to the two, and grabbing the pokeballs from their hands. “This studio is not exactly a place built for fire types after all”

“H-How….” Hop managed to stammer out through the psychic holding them down.

“Heh, come on. I expect that our receptionist spilled the beans about a partner?” the photographer said “I should have made him more silent…. Too bad I have a thing for hot chatterboxes”

“Y-You're….partner……” Victor managed to spit out “Not….just….photo…..”

“Heh, yup. My name is Will” the guy said, taking a little bow to the two “Former Psychic expert of the Johto Elite 4. And current owner and photographer of a very successful company”

“W-Why….” Hop grunted out

“Shhhh,” Will said, patting Hop’s head as he took his belt. “Don’t you worry about that. It's not like you’ll be able to retain the answers”

“W-What……?” Victor spat out as Will walked over to him and took his own belt, and all his pokemon along with it.

“Oh, what do you think I’m just gonna let you walk out?” Will asked, a glimmer in his eyes “Please, I can’t let anyone who knows how I get my models leave the building. Can you imagine the drama that will come out of that? And all the police officers I’d have to deal with?” he shook his headache “Just a total mess”

“So……make…..forget?” Hop stammered out

“I could do that,” Will said with a nod “But the thing is, we have been getting complaints recently. Our customers keep telling us we’re missing some models for the 18-23 age demographic”.”

Victor’s eyes went wide as he realized what Will was saying. The psychic noticed that and gave him a grin

“Yup. I think you’ll two will make very good models for our company” Will said with a big smile

“N-No…..” Hop stammered out

“Oh don’t worry,” Will said, giving Hop a pat on the head “When I’m done, you’ll be very, very happy in this job” he walked over to Victor, using his powers to bring a chair over that came to a stop right in front of the brown-haired young man. The former member of the Elite 4 grinned and sat down, looking right at Victor.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” he said, putting his hand on the galarian’s forehead and sending a blast of energy into Victor’s mind.

Victor braced himself, but it didn’t do him any good, as it felt like his head was smothered in cotton. Everything around him began to go fuzzy. His fingers tingled as he couldn’t feel much, his eyes drooped slightly as everything became a hazy unfocused mess. Even his sense of smell began to fail him, as the smell of Will’s perfume became nothing.

That’s it a voice cut through the cotton, coming right from inside his head. Let go of all that unimportant stuff. Just focus on my voice.

“N-No!” Victor thought, closing his eyes as he tried to push the influence out

Oh not bad the voice said, followed by a laugh that sent shivers through Victor’s spine at the alien sensation of someone talking inside his brain There’s potential there. Oh well, I’ll make sure that the rest of you doesn't go to waste

“G-Get out!” Victor screamed in his mind “G-GET OUT!” he thought, putting all his energy into it. He saw Will visibly wince a bit, which sent some pride through his body.

“Fine…. Let’s try something a bit….stronger” Will put both his hands on Victor’s temples and his eyes glowed bright purple. Victor barely had time to react as he felt energy course through his skull and into his mind

“S-STOP!”

Shhh. Don’t fight it. Just listen

That one word carried power as it blasted through the cotton and into Victor’s head. His eyes went wide as he felt it tear through. He shivered as the sensation ran through his body, the tent in pants returning as waves of pleasure rang out from his head down to his loins.

There we go….. That feels great, doesn't it?

Victor blinked, feeling a wave of pleasure run through his whole body with each word that Will whispered into his brain.

“Y-Yes….” he muttered, his mouth suddenly free of the psychic hold. It was hard to muster up any real emotion, as the moment he tried to focus on anything except Will’s voice, another blast to his groin broke the line of thought with nothing but pure ecstasy.

Good. See, it wasn’t so hard to answer my question, was it? Will asked each word is like a shock straight to the young man’s pleasure centers

“N-No…” Victor moaned out, his whole body shivering as the tent in his pants grew harder

Good. Now, tell me. Are you happy?

“A-Am I happy?” Victor blinked, a bit confused by the question, but another blast of pleasure stopped him from

Are you happy?

“Yeah, I’m happy,” Victor said “I’m about to compete in the league!”

The league that was canned? Will’s voice asked, making the young man blink

“W-Wait…. I-It’s still gonna happen” he muttered, his eyes drooping slightly as Will sent more energy through his temples, blocking out any thoughts that didn’t pertain to what they were talking about.

Is it? With all this drama, chaos, stress. Do you really want that?

“W-What….C-Course I do!” Victor muttered, blinking as he felt more of Will’s influence wash over him with every spoken word

Do you? Look at Leon. He’s so happy now. So relaxed and calm, free of all stress and worries. All that he worries about now is looking good and feeling pleasure. Do you think he was that happy as champion?

“C-Course he was!” Victor said, frowning as the words wormed inside his mind

Was he? Look at him Will stepped aside, his hands never leaving the young man’s head. He got a good view at Leon sitting on a beanbag, staring ahead at seemingly nothing and giggling, his hands down in his privates. No shame. Now stresses, no worries. Nothing but happiness and pleasure. Doesn't that sound nice?

“B-But…..” Victor muttered, blinking as Will stepped back in front of him, a smile on his face

Is being a trainer worth all this hassle? Will asked All the stress of traveling. Of sleeping in the woods for days on end, on the cold hard ground?

“B-But….” Victor blinked, moaning as Will sent another blast of psychic energy through him. His cock twitched as his thoughts were muddled

Living from battle to battle just so you can scrounge up enough cash for supplies and to look after your Mons. All those potions, all that food. While you wash your clothes in a stream. Isn’t all of that just so stressful?

“Y-Yeah….b-but” Victor stammered out, his eyes going hazy slowly as Will’s words went deeper and deeper into his mind

Its tyring thinking all the time isn’t it? Knowing all that stuff that stresses you out. Dangers of pokemon. Stresses of money. All that stuff comes with intelligence. All that stuff that comes from beinging a trainer. And its tiring isnt it?

As Will said those words, his eyes briefly flashed and Victor felt a wave of lethargy wash over him. His frozen arms ached, his eyes drooped slightly and he felt the urge to yawn.

“I-It is….” Victor agreed

I can take all that away. I can take all those stresses, all those worries, all that exhaustion away. I can leave nothing but pleasure and happiness inside of your head

“Y-You can?” Victor blinked, as the cotton in his head made it impossible to focus on anything except what Will was saying “W-Why?”

Because I want you to be happy. People being happy is a good thing, isn’t it?

“Y-Yeah it is…” Victor muttered, seeing the logic there as he felt another shiver of pleasure

All you need to do is agree to it Will’s voice said Just say yes, and all that stress, all that worry will be gone. Expelled from your mind in a wave of pure bliss. Do you want that?

“Y-Yes!” Victor moaned, his eyes going wide as he felt a smile form on his face “I want that!”

“Good answer!” Will said, not in his head this time, but with his mouth. He moved his hands, taking one off the guy’s head and moving the other to his forehead. The tip of his finger glowed a bright pink.

Victor was about to ask what he was doing, but then he was hit the greatest wave of pleasure he had ever flet in his life. All the nerves in his body were screaming in pure ecstasy as Will put on finger on his forehead.

“You feel that, right?” he saked with a smirk, to which Victor weakly nodded “That’s all those thoughts keeping you stressed and unhappy. All of them are moving to were my finger is, out of your brain and into this specific spot”

Victor gasped in pleasure as he felt everything drain out of his brain. It felt like bubbles popping inside of his skull as each thought, each shred of his IQ, flew out of his neurons and right below Will’s finger. The psychic began to slowly move it downwards, past his nose and face and down his throat.

Victor’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as pleasure just flowed through his entire body. Each slight motion sent even more arousal through his body. His cock was straining aginst his jeans, as hard as rock and twitching with need every second.

Will just smirked and kept moving the thoughts further and further down, across his chest, his abs his waist. Until he finally reached the strained tent in the front of Victor’s pants. He grinned and gave his cock a light tap, before the cotton fuzz suddenly cleared from the trainers mind as he momentarily broke his hold on Victor.

The young man gasped and fell to his knees, panting and sweating as the pleasure rushed through his entire body, and he groaned as he felt his cock strain and twitch inside his pants

“Now listen carefully,” Will said, his finger not leaving Victor’s cock “When I count back from three, you’ll cum. You’ll cum harder then you ever have in your life. And as you cum, all that stuff will drain out of your head. It will leave as a big sticky blob, and you’ll be free of those thoughts. That sounds great, doesn't it?”

“Y-YES!” Victor panted, a dumb smile on his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Hop was staring at him in confusion, but he couldn't understand why. He’d never felt this good before, he’d do anything to get this to be permanent

“Good boy.” Will gave him one last strong poke on the dick, getting one giant moan from Victor. “Three”

Hearing that, Victor’s hands flew down to his pants, not even bothering to unbutton them, instead ripping the button off as he tore them in half and threw them downwards to his knees.

“Two”

He grabbed his boxers and pulled them down in a split second, his cock bouncing up in the cold air of the studio, letting slip another moan

“Fuuuuuck” he moaned as his bright red cock bounced up and down, twitching desperately for release.

“One” Will said and suddenly and it was like a floodgate opened. Victor’s eyes went wide as he felt what felt like a dam breaking in his loins.

“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” he both shouted and moaned as his cock blasted out its load. It shot out like a hose, as thick white cum blasted out by the gallon. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his mouth hanging open in a dumb smile as he not only felt his cock drain but also his brain. Mathematics, science, geography, understanding of pokemon battling, typing, rasing, all of that was drained out of him.

“OH FUCK YES!” he gasped out, thrusting his hips and humping the empty air as waves of arousal shot through him, more and more of his brain-draining out his cock. Memories of his travels, of his pokemon. Of spending money, of worrying about getting enough from battles to buy enough supplies for the next week, stressing out about getting his pokemon to the Center, all of this disappeared.

As he finished cumming, a few drops falling from his now permanently hard cock as his eyes looked around, lacking the light of intelligence that was present there just a few moments ago. Panting, he looked to his left, seeing Will, poking Hop’s member through his equally tented pants. Right as Will said three, Victor fell face-first to the ground, into the puddle of cum he had just blasted out, and fell asleep, the effort of cumming out his brains leaving him totally exhausted.

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Two Weeks Later

Vic yawned as he opened his eyes, a dumb smile on his face as he felt the sunlight trickle in from the one window that rested right above his bed.

“Man that was a good sleep….” he mumbled, his voice sounding much slower and deeper than it had two weeks ago. He grabbed the snow-white sheets he slept on and threw them aside, hopping off the mattress and onto the cold tiled floor. He shivered as he felt his bare feet hit it, but that didn’t bother him much. The dumb smile still on his face, he walked over to the full-length mirror that made up the inside of his door.

He smiled as he struck a pose, something that had become reflex whenever he saw a reflective surface of any kind and looked over his body. The twig of a trainer he’d been two weeks ago was gone, and he now had a body that most professional swimmers lusted after. The lithe muscle in his legs and arms, with his chest, well-sculpted with muscles, but not the over-the-top abs that L had, and no body hair to speak off. His cock bounced up, instantly growing hard at the thought of his fellow model. He moaned and giggled, wrapping a hand around it as he opened the door and started to slowly pump it up and down. Right before he could really get going, the door to his room was thrown open, his fellow stud standing on the other end.

“Morning Vic!” Hop said, his hands on his waist as his member stood up twitching and hard for all to see. His body was almost an exact copy of Vic’s, same muscles, same lack of body hair, the only difference was his natural darker skin color. He walked in and kissed Vic on the cheek and gave his cock a quick poke

“Heh, morning Hop” Vic giggled, his head feeling like fireworks were going off inside at the mere sight of his fellow model. He leaned in and kissed him too. Any memories relating to their time as rivals were long gone from the head of the two models, along with most of the knowledge that once was in there. As far as the two were concerned, they were just hot models who worked for their master and have been like that their whole lives. “Is master ready for us?”

“Just about!” Hop said with a dumb smile, giving Vic’s dick a tug as he led him out of the room. Vic moaned and followed with a dumb chuckle. The two exited the room, and onto the carpeted hallways of the studio that was the entire world to the two dumb, horny models. “He’s just wrapping up some shoot with L and then we’re up”

“Heh perfect!” Vic moaned, pulling his dick free of his partner’s grasp. He smiled and stared at the toned ass of the young man leading him through the complex halls of the studio “How the fuck can you get around here anyway? I get lost aaaaalll the fucking time!”

“Hehehe, so does L!” Hop chuckled

“And you did too, don’t try and pretend your some smart-ass,” Vic said, giving him a poke in the butt, earning a horny chuckle from the other model “You're as dumb as the rest of us”

“Fuck yeah I am!” Hop chuckled “I’d never want to be smart! Being smart is master’s job!”

“Exactly!” Vic said, not removing his finger, instead of moving it over to the other model’s hole “Still haven’t answered the question, mate”

“Oh riiiiiiight!” Hop moaned as he felt the finger slip inside. Despite that the two kept walking, being so used to feeling pleasure that they had grown numb enough to walk and fuck at the same time “Heh, master explained the carpet has a line to follow”

“Huh?” Vic muttered, looking down. Indeed their bare feet were walking over a yellow line in the center of the red carpet. Each turn they took was Hop following the line “Wow, I’m such a fucking dumbass!” Vic giggled, pulling his finger out of Hop.

“Heh, course you are!” Hop giggled back as they finally reached the studio proper. The brown-haired model had to bite his tongue not to moan at the sight of L leaning over, showing his perky ass in the lycra running tights he was wearing as Master Will took pictures of it.

“Good! That was perfect L” Master said as he stepped away from the camera.

“Thank you, sir!” L said with a dumb laugh as he stripped the tights off and threw them aside, letting his massive member swing between his legs. Vic’s eyes locked onto it and he began to drool a little.

“Mate, your hard-on is showing” Hop whispered, making Vic turn red as he winked at this partner

“When isn’t it?” he whispered back as L strode by, fist-bumping both his bros with a “sup” as he passed the two, giving Vic a full view of his member in the process, “and it’s not like your any better”.

“Heh, yeah true,” said the purple-haired hunk with a horny grin on his face as he reached down with one hand to give his hard dick a few quick strokes. The sight of L working the camera clearly having the same effect on both young models.

“Ah good! You're both here!” Master Will said, snapping Vic’s attention back to him “Rested up and ready I hope?”

“Of course sir!” Hop said with a big smile as he walked over to the set, Vic right behind him

“Heh, good answer. Now, get dressed boys” Master Will threw them some speedos. Vic grabbed a bright blue one and smiled while got a slick black pair

“We doing swimsuits today?” he asked, despite the obvious answer being in his hands

“Yep. Summer is almost here, so we need some good shots of the new range of speedos” Master Will said. Vic grinned and slipped on the tight rubbery swimwear up his smooth toned legs, moaning as he felt it squish his erection flat. “Perfect. Let’s get started. Get over there Vic and bend over, we need some ass shots”

“Heh, yes sir!” Vic said as he turned around and bent over, showing his well-tuned ass to the camera. Each time he heard the camera click, those fireworks went off in his empty head and he couldn’t help but giggle.

Click, click, click.

“Ok great work Vic,” Master Willl said as he checked over the last few shots on the camera’s view screen “Right your turn Hop, I want you boys to swap so I can get some more solo shots before I move on to the more fun stuff”.

Like the obedient models, they were the two traded places just like their master ordered, Hop stepping onto the set and Vic moving out of frame to watch his hot partner work.

“I fucking love my job” he muttered as he got a good look at Hop’s ass while the other model got into position for their master.

“Perfect stay right there Hop, but I want you down on your knees” Will directed his model around while checking the shot through the viewfinder “Good, now put hands behind your head, spread your legs a bit, flex for me and look sexy for the camera”.

“Oh yeah, I really fucking love my job” Vic declared as he watched Hop flex and show off his sexy abs under their Master’s instruction.

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bluesest · 2 years

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A Boyfriend

It was a very special day for Oliver and Harry, they celebrated 3 years as an official romantic couple, they always did everything together, if one of them fell, the other would pick him up and support him, that was the life of this couple, they both had different jobs and with good pay, so much so, that they share an apartment and sleep together, they are as if they were already married, but both wanted to dedicate a little time to their relationship before getting married, since anything could happen and they hate each other, although the two of them never fought, there was always that chance that the relationship would fall apart, it was an existing danger.

Although they had been in a relationship for 3 years, Harry had never met Oliver's parents, although Oliver had already met Harry's parents on several occasions, Oliver's excuse was: "My parents always embarrass me", but Harry insisted on going to Oliver's parents' house and meet them, Oliver didn't want to, but in the end, his boyfriend's insistence won him over and he agreed, Oliver called: "Hello! Mom and Dad, I just wanted to tell you that Harry and I have some time free, so... I'd like to know if you too, so you can finally meet Harry... Ok, ok then we'll get ready, we'll be there at 3pm, bye!" Harry would finally be able to meet the parents of his likely future husband.

Oliver and Harry wanted to make a good first impression, they would both arrive at Oliver's house wearing casual clothes, so it would be seen at first glance that they were not worried or nervous, something that was completely false, on Oliver's part, at first glance. He looked excited and confident, something really obvious, however, on Harry's part, he was nervous and anxious, he just wanted to please Oliver's parents, but that was his main concern, since he suspected that Oliver he didn't want them to meet his parents, maybe for different reasons, maybe they were very strict, weird, or even homophobic, it was about reassuring, but his heart wouldn't stop beating, something obvious that would happen when you meet your boyfriend's parents for first time, which is also ironic since Harry was the one who insisted on going.

Oliver's house was a middle-class Americana, the walls were wood, cream-colored, the ceiling was a bright red color that dazzled and complemented the muted color of the walls, the door to both the house and the The garage was a dull brown color, and the doorbell was a simple yellow-framed button on the door. Arriving at the door of Oliver's parents' house, Harry rang the bell. Oliver noted how nervous and worried Harry was. was at that moment and said: "Calm down, nothing is going to happen, the one who ends up humiliated will be me, also remember that when you're nervous you-" before finishing the sentence, the door opened and interrupted Oliver, behind this Oliver's mom was there, she was a bit old, white and curly hair, a bit short, she said: "Welcome home Oliver, I missed you a lot! MOAK, (Enough mom...)" while she hugged Oliver she Noticing Harry's presence, he walked up to him and said, "Is this your boyfriend Oliver? It looks prettier than what you told me, tell me boy, why didn't I meet you before?" Harry shakily said, "Well ma'am, it's better late than never" and Oliver's mom laughed as she ushered Harry and Oliver in.

The house was somewhat old, both in its infrastructure and in its decoration, as a typical home for the elderly between 50 and 60 years old, it was full of decorative vases, the upholstery was white with blue patterns, and the walls had paintings hanging from the family. whole, looking a little closer, Harry saw a small photo from when Oliver was 5 years old, his observation was interrupted by another call to Oliver, Harry put the photo in his pocket, the voice was Oliver's father, he was tall Compared to his wife, he had white hair and some wrinkles, his voice was deep and he seemed somewhat annoyed, he said: "Honey, is this Oliver's boyfriend? I thought it was a joke between the two of them that he was a man, Oliver.. What did I do to you to make you like this?" Harry was embarrassed since his suspicions were true, Oliver said: "Enough Dad, save those comments for later" The Lady and Oliver went to serve the plates of food, while the Lord and Harry were sitting at the table, the plate was meat Beef, salad and mashed potatoes, Harry taking the first bites, his stomach beginning to bubble, and without warning, he accidentally farted silently, Oliver who was sitting next to Harry said in a low voice: "You feel well?, remember that when you're nervous you-" His sentence was interrupted when the man asked: "What do you do, Harry?" Harry got more nervous and replied: "Accounting in a company" Oliver's father, surprised said: "At least you have a decent job..." The lady said: "Don't be so hard on him, dear, I know he is difficult for you, but-" the sentence was interrupted by a rumble, it was another fart from Harry, this one was wet and stinky, the annoying man said: "really?!!!" Harry apologized and went to the bathroom that was located upstairs, at which Oliver said: "I warned you, I told you to calm down, when you're nervous your stomach doesn't digest well and you get a bout of diarrhea" this happened when almost everyone finished eating.

Oliver ran after Harry, opened the door, and a nauseous smell almost passed him out, but it also gave him an erection, Harry was sitting there, the sound of diarrhea was pasty, the texture was semi-solid, but it was also solid enough. wet for a small waterfall to be made in Harry's anus, Harry had tears in his eyes, and Oliver comforted him, it was normal for the couple to enter the bathroom while another did his business, be it pee or poo, but this time it was different, it was a humiliating situation, and seeing Harry like this, caused Oliver's earlier erection, while Harry continued to defecate uncontrollably, Oliver went down to Harry's penis, and he smelled and saw the diarrhea, it was a strong brown color and creamy He looked up and saw that Harry's underpants had a couple of drops of diarrhoea, he almost shit on himself, he looked at the sore Harry and said: "calm down, I'll talk to my dad, besides, believe me that karma exists, I know my dad and I know what will happen next" Oliver lowered while Harry did not stop shitting, since he was still nervous and surprised, below him he heard a strong argument between Oliver and his father, he could not believe that he was the cause of all this, 10 minutes passed, Harry was still shitting, his wet farts were the only thing that could be heard in the whole house, since the argument was already over, at that time, in addition to concentrating on unloading everything from his intestines, Harry thought about what Oliver said :"Karma exists, I know my dad..." in that, someone knocked on the door, Harry asked if it was Oliver, but he did not answer, abruptly the door opened and it was Oliver's father, Harry yelled and Mr. He said: "Boy! hurry up, I'm shitting myself!!!" Before reacting, the man approached Harry and tried to push him, Harry didn't want to leave the toilet since he was still with his anal fountain, the man said: "No, I can't stand it more!!" In the small hole that the man cleared he sat: "Plop Plop Plop" from it came semi-solid shit, with a sigh of relief from the man, Harry said: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!!" The man said: "It's your fault, you took too long in the bathroom, when I finish eating, I always shit a big pot" Harry understood what Oliver told him, Harry replied: "The same thing happens to me when I'm (Spurt of diarrhoea) nervous" the man laughed and he said: "Well, get ready... Here comes the mashed potatoes!!" The man's diarrhea splashed in the water and wet Harry's butt, Harry replied: "Here comes the meat !!" The toilet shook from the diarrhoea, and they both wiped each other's asses and the lord apologized to Harry.

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monsoonblooms12 · 3 years

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Hope (Ethan x f!MC)

Summary: Ethan and Pooja's thoughts before and after the first time Pooja goes to his home (Set in Book 1, Chapter 8)

A/N: Never thought I would be able to complete this, but here we are! Honestly it is a mess, but I still hope it is an enjoyable mess😃

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Rating: General

Word Count: around 1.7K

Category: Kinda angsty (??)

Trope(s): And there’s some good ol’ Pining

Warnings: None that I noticed

Ethan:

There was a strange calm in the sky, the moon sparkling milky white. Seconds seemed to drift slowly with gentle ripples, like rose petals floating on a calm pond.

And amidst this ataraxy, was a restless, defeated heart. Every pass of a second seemed like a stab in his already wounded soul, breaking him, making him lose in the game which he thought he had mastered.

The red glare of the traffic light felt like a warning but he was too tired to notice.

He let his mind recall the moments the day brought, throat tightening at one and mind filling with surprise at the other.

How easy it was to tell her about Naveen.

As if it wasn't a conscious decision, just him uttering words prophecied. And how naturally she had offered to help him.

As if they were words practised. Repeated a hundred times in front of a mirror.

In a time when one hand was slowly leaving him, another one was gently lending hers.

Never in years had he thought he would be this enamoured by an intern.

Every word she uttered, every task she accomplished, every case she handled. It felt like she was climbing a staircase of differences, slowly cracking the image of doe-eyed amateurs idolizing him.

An image that had become a constant in front of him.

It was a ploy of the universe, surely, that had twisted the circumstances to be like they were now. Otherwise what would have had the power to unite three generations of mentors and mentees together like that in a single motion?

As the sand from the sand clock kept drifting away slowly, he started to arrange the strings of thoughts in his mind into a neat yarn, all ready to knit the cardigan of recounting the disaster that he had stored like a dried leaf from fall in between yellow pages of an old journal.

There was a chilling silence around him, even if the traffic shrieked chaos outside.

It made him second guess everything, making him think as if he was supposedly making the biggest mistake of his life.

The glare of red seemed to get stronger, almost blinding, painful. He tried to place convincing statements, that he was just letting a doctor know the nitty-gritty of a medical case seemingly impossible to solve. So that he can dream of that ray of sunshine filtering through large boulder-like grey clouds.

So that he can hope.

And every time it struck him that he had been choosing to look at that sparkle instead of the black gloom spread all around because she was in this with him, he felt a numb spread through his soul.

He knew he was letting her in, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Rather, there was nothing he wanted to do about it.

It frightened him, this closeness, this letting go of a cloak of seclusion that he had been wearing for years now.

Why did life have to make him stand at crossroads, make a choice he didn't want to?

It felt as if somebody had made a path of clouds for him to reach the sun, and every time he took a step, he fell. He had never complained about it, living silently in the piercing darkness that held him within its confines.

But this one while, he wanted to shriek. He wanted to complain. He wanted to go against every force of nature that stopped him. Because this time it wasn't just a wish.

It was a need for him.

Unbeknownst to him, the lights flickered and change positions. The red seized to exist and the green came into existence, and it was a glare from behind him that finally made him notice the change.

Barely stopping the overflowing dam of heartfelt emotions, that had finally managed to break the walls he had built piece by piece, with precision, over the years, he rushed past blurry sky-risers, taking a step towards whatever destiny had in store for him.

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Pooja:

When she opens her wardrobe, her first instinct is to go for that chic dress she bought some time ago. The thought is quickly followed by a mental forehead smack, and she goes for a casual, everyday outfit instead.

When she followed him into the area of repairs, she would have never guessed that a simple follow of curiosity would spiral into this. She, an intern, going to the home of Dr Ethan Ramsey.

She wondered if it has ever happened before & if it would ever happen again. The answer flashed before she even had the time to ponder. It was a No.

Tying her hair in a casual ponytail, she let out a yawn, a reminder of the long day at work, and of the secret that was trapped in the labyrinths of her mind, threatening to come out anytime.

Bits of the conversation that had got imprinted on the film rolls of her mind, played continuously in a loop, reminding her of the responsibility that rested on her shoulder. The trust that he had placed on her.

She couldn't let him down.

When in hushed, muted tones, he had asked her for the promise, she had given it to him without a thought. She couldn't let him break. She couldn't let him lose.

She couldn't let him down.

Like a mantra, she let the words repeat over and over and over again until they got etched in her heart. And then, with an attempt to centre herself, she walked on to the destination she was supposed to reach.

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Ethan:

The cool for the air-conditioning unit covered the entire area, as the clock pleasantly ticked in a monotonous harmony.

The blue ocean of his eyes was in turmoil, waves of reason and feelings crashing against each other, ravaging a storm. The ship of his stood through it all, but he was afraid that any moment now, it would reach its breaking point.

In the distance was a clearing in the sky. A stray ray of gold attracted him, and he went on, never stopping for once. It was her presence.

He couldn't tell if they were words knitted with excruciating perfection with yarns of her heart, or a piece of cloth she had bought and handed over to him, neatly so that he doesn't notice.

But for once, he wanted to believe in the words her mellifluous voice scribbled in the air. For once, he wanted to hold on to that ray, which the clouds of fate threatened to hide.

For once, he wanted to hope.

It felt as if his search was over. A wind had finally gained the power to carry away the blanket of misery and pain that had been surrounding him for years now.

Maybe the forces of nature had finally decided to grant him the wish he made to a shooting star when he was a kid and gifted him with the most precious treasure anyone could ever ask for.

All she did was place a hand on his thigh, but it felt as if she had dragged him from the darkness to the bright sunshine, holding his hand in hers, making him relish the soft touches of flowers petals and rustle of hair along with the gentle breeze.

Is this how it felt to slowly travel through the meadows of affection, gathering flowers of trust, hope and respect to make the bouquet of his heart? One that he had given to her without telling her anything, today?

Is this how it felt to fall in love?

He closed his eyes as if to stop the circle of thoughts that had taken a direction he had been avoiding for a long time without his permission. The gardens his soul was paying a visit to, was dangerous tranquillity, a threatening calm.

And he was afraid, that one wrong step could burn down the entire world of two lives that had got intertwined without each other's knowledge.

He was not ready to take the risk.

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Pooja:

The pages of her journal rustled in neglect as she continued twirling the pen in her hand.

She was supposed to be writing in the details of this day, but instead all she could do was recollect fragments of all the conversations she had had during the past hours. A few tendrils of her hair playfully danced in the wind, as she got up and went to stand on the balcony.

She let the milky white shimmer dress her, soothe her as the future stood in a tangled yarn of uncertainty, too difficult to reach.

There was a pain getting etched in her heart, as it sobbed silently for her mentor and grand mentor. Was there really no way out?

A quick whisper from the demon of self-doubt told her that if The Ethan Ramsey could not solve the mystery, how could she, a doe-eyed intern?

She shook her head as if to throw the thought away. This wasn't the time of comparing whose skill set was better than whose. If she had dared to awake a lamp of hope in Dr Ramsey's heart, how could she give up on attempts herself?

In tumultuous times, when there were more chances of defeat than success, she wanted to bear the flambeau of hope that can light even the darkest of nights. She wanted to be the force that would make him rethink his abilities and try again after every failure.

She wanted to be the picture that could fill his heart with hope.

And she knew that it would take every ounce of her strength. Keeping the situation a secret from friends who had always had her back. Always looking at the bright side. Always bearing optimism.

When she had uttered "Promise" to him in the hallway in the morning, she knew what she was signing up for. This time, she would have to be the strength of herself and him. She would have to be the ear he could always whisper to. The shoulder he could always lay his head on. The hand he could always hold when he felt like letting go and giving up.

But she was ready to give it all. No matter how threatening, no matter how dangerous.

She was ready to take the risk.

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baka-monarch · 3 years

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Little Bitch Gremlin

Wilbur sighed as he cut off the last block of a tree. He had about a stack of wood now after hours of chopping, and was ready to start collecting what the leaves drop. He raised his axe when he was interrupted by a ping on his communicator.

Technoblade: Where are you

Technoblade: Phil's been trying to message you about dinner

Wilbur chuckled at the message from the man he considered a brother. He knew Techno felt the same familial bond with all of them even if he'd never call Phil Dad or Wil his twin, Wilbur knew the piglin felt the same.

WilburSoot: I have him muted

Technoblade: Why

WilburSoot: It gets annoying to get worried messages every second

Technoblade: Well you better hurry back because I think he's preparing to kill you

The human smiled at the messages before pocketing his communicator. He put his axe away in his inventory and let out a little stretch, laughing to himself at the face his Dad must've had when they saw his messages on Techno's communicator. Oh he was definitely dead when he got home, that was for sure.

With one final look around the forest, Wilbur was off on the short journey home. As he walked he took his time, deciding on a leisurely stroll back so he could enjoy the scenery, see the sunset, look at some animals- and most importantly, be as slow as possible to annoy his dad even more. Most would say that it was a fool's folly to purposely anger The Angle of Death, but this was Wilbur Fish Fucking Soot, he chose making the gods angry as a past time like how one would purposely push over a game of jenga- he did not fear the consiquinses of being annoying…. Plus Phil was his dad anyways, so he probably still wouldn't be killed…

Probably.

Wilbur was about halfway home when he heard a weird noise. It was like some kind of garbling- like if a person tried to giggle and talk nonsense at the same time? Okay, he didn't know how to describe it. Either way, the human walked over to where the noise was coming from, curious as to what in the world could make such a sound. As he got closer to a rather large puddle of mud, he could hear his father's voice in his mind scolding him for following strange noises when they could be a mob, or worse, a person wanting to kill him for items. He ignored this voice however as his eyes lit up at the sight of what was in the mud.

Wilbur gasped and awed as he saw a little puppy splashing around and making those little adorable garbled noises. It was completely covered in mud so he could only really see it's bright blue eyes that were the cutest things he'd ever seen in his life.

"Aw, aren't you just the cutest thing" Wilbur scooped the puppy up out of the mud as he cooed at it.

"Aba?" The puppy made the little noise as it tilted it's head, confused as to what was happening, but the action only made Wilbur awe more.

"I'm taking you home, I'm sure the others would love you-" Wil cut himself off as he hesitated to hug the dog close to his chest. The human cringed as he remembered that the puppy was completely covered in mud. "And to give you a bath, blegh, fucking gross…" he mumbled as he hesitantly hugged the dog to his chest, he obviously wanted to have a good hold on the dog so he wouldn't drop it, but it was at the cost of his favorite yellow sweater.

"Buba" Was the dog's only response to what Wilbur was doing as it wiggled in the human's grip. Wilbur cringed more as the dog's movements got more mud on him.

"No- shit- FUCK!" Wilbur changed his grip to be hugging the dog tightly against his chest, which stopped the wiggling, but now his arms had mud on them… "you're a fucking bitch, y'know that?" The puppy only giggled making Wilbur sigh.

With one last shift of his grip to make sure his puppy was secure, Wilbur was begrudgingly off again on his walk home- but much faster this time, wanting to get there before the mud could stain his sweater.

•••

"Dad!! I'm home!!" Wilbur yelled as he pushed through the door using his hip, as his hands were still occupied keeping this chaotic bumbling puppy from jumping away.

"It's about time-" Philza walked out from a side room with a stern look on his face "what took you so long, Wilbur I swear…." The dad trailed off as his eyes landed on the squirming thing in his son's arms.

"I found a puppy!!" The boy exclaimed happily while trying to stop the dog from putting a mud covered paw in it's mouth to eat the goop.

"Well, uhm-" Phil was at a loss for words at first. Of all the things for Wil to bring home he hadn't expected a mud covered puppy. Maybe Techno, but he never thought Wilbur would want a dog. "We'll go clean it up and give me your sweater before it gets stained…" The son was quick to nod happily before rushing off in the direction of the bathroom, leaving his dad standing there completely dumbfounded.

Wilbur was glad that the bathroom door was already open so he could run straight in. He set down his puppy in the bath tub before throwing off his sweater and setting it down outside the restroom where he knew his dad would take it to wash. The human turned to the puppy who was currently rolling around in the tub and getting mud everywhere.

"Hold on hold on-" He sat down and picked the puppy back up and sat it in the middle of the tub. "Stay." He commanded before finally turning on the water.

"Eep!" The puppy squeaked as it flinched back from the cold water.

"Just give it a second to warm up…" Wilbur put the stopper in and watched as the puppy squirmed and tried to climb over the side. "Nope." Wil grabbed the puppy and pushed them back into the water where it whined, but the sound didn't last long as the water was finally beginning to get warm making the puppy visibly relax. Wilbur chuckled, "ya like that?" Obviously the puppy didn't respond, but the way their eyes began to droop and the way it began to relax in the warm water was answer enough. Wilbur chuckled, "There we go, now you're a calm little gremlin" he made his hand wet before petting the puppy's hair and smiled at the way they leaned into the touch.

Wilbur grabbed a cup and while the puppy was distracted, he filled it with water before pooring it right onto their head. He laughed as they sputtered and squirmed, trying to escape the water only for Wilbur to poor another cupfull onto them. The puppy made threatened noises as it tried to escape but Wilbur was just too fast as he poofed more and more water onto them before grabbing a sponge. "Now sit still little pup"

"BA!!" The pup made a noise before trying to climb out of the tub in retaliation, but Wilbur was quick to grab them and force them back into the water where he began to scrub their wiggling form. "Mmmmmmmm" The pup whined as they kept their mouth closed and Wilbur took the opertunity to scrub their face, laughing as he saw it's features scrunch up in discomfort.

"Just a bit more…." Wilbur hummed as he wiped the mud off to finally be able to see his puppy's pale face. "There we go!" He said happily and finally pulled the sponge away. The puppy blew a raspberry at Wilbur in annoyance as soon as their face was free. "Oh yeah? Fuck you two bitch" he poored another another cup of water onto them and smiled in victory as they yelped in surprise and fear. That victory soon left Wil as the puppy shook their head and got him completely wet. "FUCK!!" The puppy laughed at Wilbur causing the older to glare.

"Baba!" The pup said in victory.

"So you wanna be like that eh?" Wilbur smiled and grabbed the soap. He was supposed to be cleaning it after all. "Well how about I do…. This!!" He held the down and got into the tub with it and began to vigorously scrub at them with the soap, laughing at their noises of protest as they fruitlessly tried to squirm away. "You gotta get clean gremlin!!!" He yelled before scrubbing the puppy's face, and once done he looked into their eyes with a smile. "Like that" in response all the puppy did was sneeze in Wilbur's face. "Ah fuck!!" The human scrambled back and fell out of the tub, groaning as he heard the puppy's victorious giggles. "You little bitch gremlin…"

"You doing okay?" Wilbur looked up to see Techno peeking into the bathroom and staring at him laying on the floor.

"Yeah, great, fantastic-" Wilbur sat up and looked at Techno. "I didn't know cleaning a dog would be this hard…" he mumbled.

"Uuuhhh…" Techno looked into the tub and very clearly saw a naked human baby and not a dog. "I don't think that's a dog"

"What do you mean?" Wilbur looked at his brother confused.

"Well firstly- don't let them eat soap"

"Huh?"

Sure enough as Wilbur turned around the puppy had the bar of soap held in their hands and was slowly bringing it to their open mouth while making a small "aaaaahhhh" noise.

"Give me that!" Wilbur snatched the soap away from the pup and didn't miss the sad look they gained from it being taken.

Tecno huffed. "And secondly, they look nothing like a dog. Wilbur, you brought home a baby human." At Techno's words Wilbur looked at the child in the tub and finally noticed that yes, they didn't have fur, yes they only had hair on their head, that yes they had hands, and most importantly, yes they were naked and that was baby junk-

"Oh fuck!!" Wilbur scooted back, making the baby laugh. "You tricked me you little gremlin" he glared, and once again only got a laugh in return.

"Baba!" Was all the baby said.

"I'll go get Philza-" Techno turned and started walking away, not wanting to deal with this.

"Wait you can't leave me alone with it!!" Wilbur begged after his brother.

"He!! Not it!!" Was all Techno called back.

#rambles #roman fic #mcyt #sbi #sleepy boys inc #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #philza minecraft #technoblade #sleepy boys incorporated

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ch1giri · 3 years

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What would the Blue lock boys wear

Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Chigiri Hyoma, Kunigami Rensuke, Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mikage, Niko Ikki, Rin Itoshi, Hiori Yo, Kenyu Yukimiya

Note: I don't know why this took me so long? Like bad shitty boards were made, tears were shed. But I finally did it and I hope you will like it!

Isagi Yoichi

• Okay I feel like he doesn't care about fashion. He would most likely wear any graphic tee and some jeans.

• When it gets cold he prefers to wear oversized sweaters, he just feels super comfortable in them

• He likes to wear muted colors, especially blue although I think that dark olive green would suit him so good

• And yes, he will let you steal his clothes because he thinks you look way better in them

• He is way more into sneakers, like I said he doesn't know that much about fashion. But he doesn't mess around when it comes to sneakers. Since his taste is so basic. Isagi really appreciates when you buy him some clothes because he really likes your taste.

Bachira Meguru

• Bachira's mother sews his clothes, she started doing it when he was young and just didn't stop

• He loves wearing baggy pants, you know those jeans that look like you took a bunch of different jean fabric and just sew everything together to make one pair of jeans? Yeah, those look so good on him

• Color block tees look great on him, he can play with colors so well because he doesn't care that much about his clothing, if his mother is happy so is he.

• If you like to sew he would definitely ask you to make him something. And when you do he wouldn't want to take it off. Also, please, please make him a bucket hat or a froggy hat, it would look so cute on him

Chigir Hyoma

• Chigiri's sister helped him develop his fashion sense. His outfits look effortlessly good, but that just comes with his confidence.

• He likes wearing turtlenecks and long coats, he sticks to warm colors and mixes them with black checkered pants would look good on him too.

• Chigiri trusts your judgment and lets you pick out some stuff for him, and if you want he can return the favor

• Hear me out folks wouldn't Chigiru look stunning with rings? Like just imagine he probably has the prettiest hands and when he puts on his rings? Game over

Kunigami Rensuke

• This one is a given, but it needs to be said. Kunigami would wear athletic clothing. And you can't complain because it looks so good on him. He prefers Adidas over Nike or any other sports brand for that matter

• You could always ask to pick out an outfit for him and he would humor your request

• But since we know Kunigami likes to play fair, you have to let him choose an outfit for you. There is no reason to doubt him! Kunigami has an older sister so that must mean he will do a good job! Right?

• Well kinda, he tried his best but he mixed two patterns that DO NOT go well together, you still wear it though because you love him.

Nagi Seishiro

• Would look effortlessly good in anything pt.2 expect he actually doesn't put in any effort, like at all. Nagi just shoves his hands in his closet and what comes out is his outfit for the day.

• But they always manage to look good? Probably because everything in his closet is either white, black or grey.

• Although he does have this one baby blue tee that you bought him and that's the only piece of clothing he genuinely likes or tries to make an actual outfit out of. He can be soft like that

• When you ask him if something looks good on you he would always say: "You could wear a trash bag and I would still think you are the most beautiful person ever, legit."

Reo Mikage

• Ever since he was a child he was taught that clothes make a man. It was super important that people know he comes from a well of family

• He never grew out of that habit, Reo always looks sharp and overdressed. Standing next to him makes you feel super awkward sometimes

• But not to worry, he makes sure that your closet is full of fancy clothing in case you to go out to some overpriced restaurant

• I feel like he owns a lot of suits, he is really trying to broaden his horizons by wearing streetwear. And when I say streetwear I mean Supreme or something along those lines.

Niko Ikki

• E boy alert! No but really, he used to dress like this way before it became a thing. He likes layering his shirts, and letting his socks be seen a bit

• Buy him happy socks and you can watch him internally struggle on what to do. Like he loves you and wants to wear them, but Jesus, why did they have to be bright yellow that's gonna destroy his whole look.

• In the end he will wear them just not that often

• Niko has a lot of chains! He hooks them to his jeans and sometimes he wears them around his neck. You can always take him shopping with you and trust his amazing eyes to help you pick out the perfect items

Rin Itoshi

• Exclusively wears black and white. Acts like any other color is poisonous, the white he has in his outfits is just in the details

• Like Chigiri, Rin looks amazing in checkered pants, and his closet is full of turtlenecks, black office shirts and polo shirts.

• He enjoys wearing long coats. This dude always looks like a model and you feel like one next to him. Rin always wears a watch that you bought him for one of his birthdays, he sees it as a good luck charm although he would never tell you that.

• Buy his something red, please! It can be something with just red details, so he can get used to some color, but red would look absolutely amazing on him!

Hiori Yo

• Hiori has a collection of overalls and baggy sweaters. He dresses like those soft boys you see on Pinterest.

• I feel like yellow and purple suit him really well, he doesn't wear that much black and leans more towards softer colors.

• However, that doesn't mean he wouldn't look breathtaking in something that is viewed more as masculine like a suit.

• You guys are the perfect couple! If you have a darker aesthetic, you two are the perfect picture of opposites attract. If you happen to have the same soft aesthetic as him, you guys would be the cutest couple ever like you could easily become internet famous.

Kenyu Yukimiya

• You can't convince me that he doesn't dress like a kpop idol. He was stopped multiple times by some random teenagers asking him what group was he in.

• And you can't hide the little ping of jealousy everytime that happens. Like you know your boyfriend is attractive. So can they stop asking him to shake their hand

• One girl asked you to take a picture of her and Kenyu, and you just had to do it with a smile, the minute you gave her the phone back tho you kissed Kenyu in front of her. Don't worry he thought it was cute

• Kenyu loves it when you wear his sweaters, he showers you in compliments all the time. But when you happen to wear his sweater the compliments double

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king-finnigan · 4 years

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16. prison AU, and 86. I didn't mean to turn you on, geraskier fic

Read at your own risk lmao. Contains some nsfw. (But with a prompt like that, can you blame me?)

***

Geralt had expected many things when he had been hired as a prison guard. He had expected fights, he had expected insults thrown at his head, he had even expected riots.

What he hadn’t expected, was standing in the recreation room for hours on end, watching as prisoners read books, watched reality shows on the tiny tv, and drew. Of all things, Geralt had been most surprised about the drawing, really. It hadn’t really seemed like a thing grown men did in prison, but as it turns out, it’s as good a hobby as any.

So, he stands there, arms crossed in front of his chest, in the corner, mind wandering to the matter of what he’ll have for dinner tonight, as he keeps one eye on the prisoners, the other on the clock. It’s nearly 5, which means he has about two more hours left of his shift.

The prisoners eat at 6, he knows, so he’ll probably either be stationed in the dining room, or he’ll have to patrol the halls to make sure no one’s doing anything potentially illegal.

He sighs a bit, as the minutes tick by, slowly but surely. His attention is caught by one of the inmates, Jaskier Pankratz, he remembers. Here because of manslaughter. Stabbed a guy in the neck with a broken bottle for insulting him. Only convicted for manslaughter and not murder, because he did not plan it for a single second, though the judge did give him an extra long sentence - deemed him emotionally unstable, apathetic, and likely to reoffend. The young man will be lucky if he gets out of here in the next thirty years.

Shame, really, Geralt thinks, as he looks at the young man drawing... well, something, Geralt’s not really sure what it’s supposed to be, as it looks like a bunch of scratchy lines in random colours, but he’s sure that if he were to ask, the inmate would give him a longwinding explanation about how it represents his situation or some shit like that. They always do when he asks.

He sighs again, shifting from foot to foot a bit to relieve the pain in his legs from standing still so long. It is a shame, that Jaskier will likely spend his remaining days here. He’s so young, quite good-looking, and clever, too. He would’ve had a bright future if he hadn’t been such a little monster. There’s a reason why Geralt reads the file of every new prisoner that arrives, and Jaskier is the perfect example: if Geralt hadn’t known about the gruesome crime the young man had commited, he would’ve let his guard down around Jaskier.

After all, he thinks, as he looks at the way the tip of Jaskier’s tongue pokes out between his lips, as he concentrates, it’s so easy to be charmed by the young man’s good looks and silver tongue, by the facade of innocence and naivety he puts up.

Geralt blinks, and suddenly he realizes that Jaskier is staring right back at him, blue eyes curious. The guard clenches his jaw when the young man shoots him a wink, and he looks away, trying and failing to stop heat from rising to his cheeks. He shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be giving the prisoner any wrong ideas - whatever they may be.

He startles a bit, shaken from his thoughts, as his walkie creaks, the monotone voice of his supervisor telling him he’s on patrol duty for the rest of the shift.

He risks one last glance at Jaskier, and sees bright blue eyes looking right back. He fixes his gaze on the wall opposite him.

---

The noises from the dining room are dulled in the hallways as Geralt walks through them. Of course, there is no one else in sight, all the other guards either in the dining room or on the other side of the building, all the inmates eating dinner.

He sighs to himself. Just half an hour more, and he can go home. He just has to bear thirty minutes more of this boring nothingness. He can do this.

He stops in his tracks as he walks past the door to the recreation room. He frowns, as he sees someone on their hands and knees on the floor, searching for something under the table.

Well, really, hands and knees is a bit generous. The guy’s shoulders are practically on the floor, ass in the air almost invitingly, for lack of better word, as his hand sweeps under the table.

Geralt walks into the room, rounding the man, who looks up at him. He meets brilliantly blue eyes and a cheeky grin, and, combined with the... compromising position Jaskier’s in, it makes heat pool in the pit of Geralt’s stomach.

He frowns, shaking the thoughts he definitely shouldn’t be having away. “What are you doing, inmate?”

Jaskier looks back down, frowning in annoyance as he takes one last look under the table, before crawling to the bookshelf Geralt is standing next to, looking underneath it. “A pencil. A yellow one, to be precise. Rolled off the table, earlier, and I can’t find it.”

“You should be at dinner.”

Jaskier looks up again at Geralt, grinning widely, eyes sparkling. “I know. But yellow is my favourite colour, and I really want that pencil back.”

Geralt rolls his eyes. “You’ll find it tomorrow, now get up.”

“Alright, alright.” Jaskier sits up on his knees, wiping the dirt off his hands. He looks to the side, right at Geralt’s crotch. “Oh,” he breathes, “I could get used to this sight.”

Geralt blinks, mind crashing and burning as he tries to process what Jaskier’s just said. “What?” he manages to choke out.

Jaskier looks up, all cheeky grin and sparkling blue eyes. “Oh, my bad.” He looks down for a second, then back up, gazing at the guard through his lashes, something changing in his face that sets Geralt’s skin on fire. “I could get used to this sight, sir.”

Geralt swallows thickly, heat definitely starting to pool at the bottom of his stomach, and he knows he’ll probably have to relieve himself in some quiet corner after this. “Get the hell up,” he bites out.

Jaskier pouts up at him, but does as he’s told after Geralt staring him down for several seconds. The inmate’s fingers brush against the side of the guard’s leg, as he finally gets up, blue eyes glinting with something dangerous that makes adrenaline pump through Geralt’s veins in a way that isn’t entirely unpleasant.

“Oh, dear,” Jaskier mutters out, when he’s finally standing up, looking down at the obvious tent in Geralt’s trousers. “I didn’t mean to turn you on, sir.”

He feels anger course red-hot through his veins, along with the adrenaline and arousal, and he snarls at Jaskier, pushing the young man to the back and to the side, pressing Jaskier’s back against the wall. “I suggest you stop this right now.”

“Or what?” The young man stretches his neck out, nose brushing against Geralt’s, his breath ghosting over his lips teasingly. “You’ll punish me?”

Geralt grunts in surprise when Jaskier slings his leg around him, the inmate’s heel digging onto the muscles at the back of his thigh, pulling him closer.

He can’t help himself, not in this position, as he plants his palm against the wall next to Jaskier’s head, taking in the way the wicked grin turns into a small gasp of pleasure when he grinds against the young man, their cocks brushing against each other through the layers of clothing. Jaskier is insufferable, and Geralt would like nothing better than to ruin this facade of cockiness and self-confidence, to reduce the young man to panting moans and whimpers as he comes undone.

Infuriatingly enough, Jaskier seems to know that, as the wicked grin returns to his face, though his pupils are blown wide, almost completely taking over the blue in his eyes. “Please, sir, have mercy on me.”

And Geralt can’t stop the low rumble that escapes his chest at the way Jaskier purrs the word ‘sir’ into his ear. He noses at the young man’s neck, teeth clamping down softly on his pulse, grinding against Jaskier at the same time, earning him another shuddering moan.

The reality of what the hell he’s doing hits him when the noise from the dining room become less and less muted, the other inmates done eating dinner. He pulls back from Jaskier with a few trembling steps, taking in a shaky breath.

He points at the young man. “Don’t tell anyone,” he hisses.

The inmate chuckles, all dark eyes, sweaty, brown curls and rosy cheeks. “Wouldn’t dare.”

Geralt can see a glimpse of a wink, before he turns around, stumbling out of the recreation room.

---

He has to pull himself off in the bathroom to get rid of the arousal coursing through his body; quick and dirty, groaning into his palm as he comes. Still, even after that, he can’t get rid of the images that keep flashing through his mind every time he blinks, can’t get rid of the wave of heat that spreads through his body at the memories.

Rosy lips, blue eyes, blown pupils, sweaty, brown hair sticking against flushed skin, nimble, wandering hands, a silver tongue.

He pushes the thoughts away, heading to his locker when his shift finally ends. He rushes out the door without as much as a goodbye to his colleagues, slamming the car door shut behind him, driving home way too fast, well over speed limit.

Once he’s finally home, he closes the door behind him, leaning against it. He presses his palm against his forehead, feeling the heat that resides just under his skin, ready to be awoken the second he thinks about Jaskier.

He sighs, walking to the bedroom, taking off his uniform. He puts his gun in the locker next to the bed, reaching for the key badge he always wears on his belt.

He freezes when his hand finds empty air.

Fuck.

The little shit’s stolen his badge.

#plot twist babey!#squish answers #llamasdumpsterfire #drabble #ask game #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier #modern au #smut #i'm bad at writing smut i know #dont @ me #feral jaskier? sign me tf up #play with fire #prison au

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loverofthousands · 4 years

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Punishment or Salvation// Fyodor Dostoevsky

A pale yellow light hung from above your heads, providing the only light in this tiny room. Neither you nor the man who sat opposite from you spoke, leaving only the incessant tapping of your fingernails on the wooden table to break the silence.

His violet eyes stared deep into you, observing your every move. The tapping stopped as you sighed and met his gaze with yours. "If you please, sir. I humbly ask of you to not be unkind." You smiled as kindly as possible.

His lips curled in response. "In what way have I been unkind, miss?" Fyodor says, resting his head on his hand.

"Has no one ever taught you that staring at a lady is rude?" You mimicked his movements, resting your chin to the back of your hands.

"My apologies, then. However," he continues. "I didn't realize that someone such as you dabbles in earthly affairs."

This time you offered him a toothy grin, teeth slightly sharper than what would be considered as human. "Do be careful," You say with a voice much deeper than the last. "Your choice of words border on insults, sir."

"I never had the intent to offend." Fyodor was no longer smiling, but rather opted to once again observe you. His mind, no doubt, trying to figure you out. "But I hope you understand, I have no such experience in dealing with..." He paused, thinking of a non-offensive term. "Your kind."

And just like that, the feathery whites that lay mounted to your back twitched. You blinked, stretching your wings slightly. "Why have you brought me here, human?" Your voice was velvet and pleasant to the ears; drawling out your words hypnotically, but it just garnered more caution to the man in front of you.

With just a single glance, you knew that Fyodor was an incredibly smart and cunning man. Deception and trickery lurked from beneath his violet eyes. But even in his own cleverness, neither you nor him had expected in a million lifetimes that both of you would meet in the way that you did.

In the quiet of the night, a bright light had cut through the darkness, catching Fyodor's attention as he was walked through the dark alleyways of the city. From afar, perhaps it looked like a shooting star, but from his perspective you could see that it was much closer than any star should have been. In fact, it appears it would crash into the ocean in close proximity to where he stood.

The fall created large ripples of waves in the water, the earth slightly rumbling due to the impact. From the distance you can hear cats skittering about and the birds flying in fright, surprised by the sudden movement. Curiosity gripped him, his mind fighting a war between the logic of investigating or retreating just to be safe.

But before he made a decision, the sudden surfacing of a figure in the water brought him back to reality. You emerged from the water and, although cloaked with a hooded cape, provided the same incandescence of the moon to your surroundings.

Only when you were finally on land did you notice the man a stone's throw away from you. You both looked at each other from head to toe. Fyodor took note of your clothing's dryness despite having landed on water. And when your eyes finally met, you smiled.

The meeting was only a few hours ago. After that he led you, or rather, you followed him back to this place where both of you now sit, the pale yellow light flickered three times as if sensing the tension in the air.

Fyodor threw a folder to the table creating a slight thump sound. You looked down at the folder with the words "Decay of Angels" written neatly on it. You smiled inwardly at the use of the word angel. "What is this?" You met his gaze once more.

"It is an organization I am apart of." He taps the folder slightly. "I would like to ask you to join us."

Fyodor never disclosed what it is they actually do but perhaps something in you, even just an inkling of a feeling, already knew. Instead of answering, you looked at light above. "Tell me, sir. What do you live for?"

"What do you mean?" He says, following your gaze.

"Humans are such interesting creatures, wouldn't you agree? I have taken such a keen fascination with your kind. And one thing I learned about humans is that they have something they live for. The reason they are alive. Otherwise, they are just merely surviving." Your eyes snap back to him. "So tell me, why do you live? What is your purpose? Your reason?"

Fyodor smiled once again, amusement decorating his face. "I simply want to eradicate all sinners called ability users walking in this earth."

"Sinners, huh?" You pressed a finger to your lips, entertained by the thought. "Do you think you fancy yourself a God then?"

"Does it matter? God or Demon. I'll do both if I must."

Fyodor then saw how you looked at him as if he was being ridiculous, his eyes widened in both horror and disgust as you laughed at him, at his arrogance. He gritted his teeth, and glared at you with growing annoyance. "Does it displease you or your God?"

You simply hummed in response. "On the contrary, I find the thought very amusing. I just wish it did displease Him though." Pressing your lips in a thin line, you swayed your head side to side lightly.

"I take it you don't like Him very much?" He asks, but you didn't seem to hear him. You were too engrossed in your own thoughts. Finally you looked at him once again. "I'm terribly sorry for insulting you. In fact, I have taken quite the liking to you. It's very interesting and admirable to see you care about humanity to the point that you are willing to sacrifice yourself in order to change it."

Fyodor was clearly taken aback by your sudden compliments. He cleared his throat. "And what of your God?"

You clicked your tongue. "What of Him? Damn Him! He doesn't care about you. Nor does He care about the so-called Humanity. Maybe He once did, but not anymore. Not after..."

"After what?"

You shook your head. "Nothing you should know or be concerned about. What's past is past." Your words hung between the both of you as silence enveloped the room. He was the first to break it.

"Who or what exactly is He then?" You looked at him with a grim look on your face. The light flickered yet again.

"Does it really matter who He is? He is All and All is He. In fact, He might even be in this very room." As you said that, it felt like the room grew colder despite having no windows. "No words created by man can possibly begin to describe him. God is simply God." You laughed cynically.

That was when Fyodor first noticed that you have grown dull. No, not you, it was your light that became dull. It's become muted like the moon when covered by clouds. You were still entrancing, of course. Your beauty was not of human standards. It was unsettling like the beauty of a shipwreck. But in his eyes, you have never looked more human.

You took note of his silence. "Perhaps it's a bit confusing? You would come to know what I mean if you see Him yourself."

"And would you take me to Him?"

You offered your hand, wings spreading wide. "If you would like me to." He looked at your outstretched hand, and then back at you.

"It was a jest." You took back your hand, laughing quietly. "Unfortunately, you weren't amused."

"My apologies," he says under his breath. You barely even heard him. "I couldn't help but notice your extreme liking for Humanity, miss. Was that the reason for your fall?"

"Who wouldn't?" You laughed. "One such as myself who lacks Humanity is incredibly curious of it. Human Behavior, Heart, Good, Bad, Morality... All such interesting things!"

Fyodor leaned back on his chair, arms crossed and a small smile playing on his lips. "If you are looking for humanity, then I'm afraid you'll have to look elsewhere. I've long given that up."

"Oh, but don't you see? It is because of your humanity that you do all these things." His eyes widened ever so slightly. You smiled sadly. "Be glad for your humanity, Dostoevsky. Becoming a God, I found, is the loneliest achievement one can attain."

You paused then, your gaze never tore away from his but unlike before, your eyes were glazed over, as if you were no longer seeing him but rather something much deeper, something beyond even his human knowledge. And for the first time in what seems to be forever, Fyodor felt a chill run down his spine.

He has no idea why both of you met at this fateful night. Why did you fall exactly where he was? Were you fated to meet? He laughs to himself. Could it be? Has his years of sin finally caught up to him? Were you his punishment?

Fyodor now looked upon you with new found contempt. But he was shocked to see that instead of looking back with the same contempt, you instead looked at him emphatically. The kindest look anyone has ever offered him all his life.

And now, Fyodor entertained the thought that perhaps rather than his punishment, you were his salvation.

#fyodor dostoevsky #bungo stray dogs imagines #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd imagines #bsd fanfic #bsd fyodor #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd x reader

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noctuascion · 4 years

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cryptage can have a little angst "i need to cry but i don't think i can." AND a little fluff "you didn't have to do that for me." as a treat :D

They can have a little angst. As a treat. Also I'm sorry if I mess up somewhere I'm awful with keeping to the prompts fnsns

The sickening crunch of bones being crushed between mechanical fingers seemed to echo for miles around. Everything had gone mute, like sound was sapped from the land around him. There was no gunfire, no battle cries or orders shouted; there was deafening silence that haunted the Legend, paralyzed with a familiar sensation of fear.

A yellow clad corpse was tossed effortlessly aside, like he weighed nothing, like he was nothing. Wide hazel optics followed every movement the body made, falling bonelessly to the ground. The man's body eventually faded to be replaced by a death box, like this was just a game—and it was a game, just a bloodsport; no one died and no one got hurt.

But the information couldn't reach the shaken hacker's mind, frozen body refusing to move even as the simulacrum slowly approached, glowing amber optics focusing on his prey.

"Skinsuits are fragile little things, aren't they?" Revenant said, raising his gun toward Park's prone form, aimed for his head. "Don't worry. It'll only hurt a little."

The hacker hadn't even had the chance to properly process everything before a Peacekeeper shot was heart. However, Revenant had been holding a Flatline, not any shotgun, and the simulacrum was actually now dead on the ground. Reality came crashing back in the form of Makoa Gibraltar, their other teammate. The normally smiling visage was replaced with a look of worry, knelt down beside Park and the hand not wielding the Peacekeeper placed upon his back.

"'Ey, ya okay there? Not like ya ta sit there like a chihuahua," the shielded fortress spoke, and it had just barely reached Park's auditory processors.

Park didn't fear death, and he certainly didn't fear the bucket of bolts now laying dead on the ground, just a death box. He just didn't think he would have to watch Elliott, of all people, he finished off by this creep, didn't have to see his neck get snapped so easily, covered in scarlet and bullet wounds and choking on his own blood.

He's watched Elliott die plenty of times. It was a plethora of ways, of continuous deaths that were always met with very little malice (aside from Alexander and Revenant, of course), but there was something different this time. There was something terrifying about the aspect of Elliott dying in front of him, an assassin completely capable of killing him whenever he wanted being the one to end it, no qualms against it whatsoever.

He shuddered at the thought.

"Hey," Makoa fried again, this time his voice softer. Park's head turned to meet gazes with him. "Ya got this, brudda'. Gotta be brave and get goin'. Revenant's squad is all gone, and he ain't comin' back anytime soon." He delivered a pat to the hacker's back. "I'm gonna grab Mirage's banner. You take a sec to breathe, okay? You're safe and he's safe. Ya got that?"

Park's head nodded, which was enough for Makoa.

"Good! Up 'n at 'em!"

Suddenly, the surveillance expert was being lifted into the air, shocking but not too unexpected, and placed back on the ground gently, like he was some distressed kitten. Makoa flashed him another smile before hurrying over to Elliott's box and fetching his banner. Park, meanwhile, did as Makoa suggested.

He breathed.

— ;

The match afterwards had gone fairly well. Park was still a bit shaken up, but, after seeing Elliott's smiling visage, blood absent from his apparel and body, he calmed down rather quickly and was able to participate in the match with his usual competence. They didn't win, but it was still a good match overall.

Elliott just wasn't fond of the earlier part of the match, having his throat crushed by Revenant. There was a phantom pain where those deadly fingers wrapped around his throat, but, frankly, he, much like everyone else, was far too accustomed to Revenant's and Alexander's methods of killing to be too bothered anymore (Park especially; the killing machine seemed to have some strange fondness for killing him).

After the match, the trickster headed over to his boyfriend's room, the man in question having immediately made a beeline for his quarters and having not been seen since. He missed lunch, and he missed hanging with Ajay and him, so there was likely something wrong. Makoa had mentioned he was shaken up after Revenant had taken him out, and he's worried that Park's beating himself up over it—or worse.

He raised a hand to knock, waiting for the inevitable bout of silence, before, shockingly, he heard a quiet, nearly inaudible, "come in."

Pushing the door open, Elliott was met by darkness. That didn't come as a surprise; Park's room was only illuminated by computer monitors most of the time, and they were currently off (which was an immediate means for concern). The light emitting from the open door allowed Elliott to spot Park's location: curled up on his bed, back against the wall, and eyes focused solemnly on the trickster that had entered his room.

He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him, and once again enveloping the room in darkness. Carefully, he maneuvered his way through Park's room, careful not to trip on any wires, and found his bed. He moved to sit on it, reached over to his nightstand, and flicked the small lamp on. It was still relatively dark, but it was enough to Illuminate the hacker's dour visage.

"Let there be light," Elliott said, hoping to lighten the mood; alas, Park's gloomy demeanor remained. "Okay. What's up, sweetheart? You're depressed, but not usually this bad. You skipped lunch!"

A shrug was his response, a delicate raise of shoulders that could've easily been missed.

"I can't help you if you don't talk to me, baby."

Further silence from the smaller promoted a sigh from the trickster. He moved to sit beside Park instead, his own back pressed against the wall. The hacker remained still, quiet, and, for a moment, so, too, did Elliott. He wasn't one for quiet, however, and began speaking again within moments.

"is it about what happened with Revenant?" he asked, his normally bright and chipper tone replaced with something quiet, almost forlorn. "You don't have to beat yourself up over that, honey bear. You didn't have a weapon, and he's kinda just—a literal weapon."

"… I watched you die…" spoke the other after an elongated silence, Elliott's head snapping to look at the other. He looked ready to start sobbing. "I sat there, frozen in fear, as he broke your neck…"

"Hyeon—"

"He killed you, and it could happen at any moment again…!" the other cried, knees curled tight against his chest, head held within his hands, fingers gripping tightly at raven locks. "And I want to cry. I can feel my eyes stinging because of it, but I just… I just can't…" A deep, shuddering breath was taken, his grip tightening on his hair.

For a moment, silence was once again stifling the air, the only sound being Park's labored breathing. For a moment, Elliott was merely staring, merely watching as his lover came undone before his very eyes. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to comfort someone who had just watched him die.

"… When I was a kid," Elliott began, Park's head moving to look up at him, curious, "my brothers and I… We were all pretty stupid."

He… never talks about his brothers… Park thought, frowning. Why…?

"One time, we got lost in a crowd. My mom kept shouting for us, kept calling out our names. I couldn't find her or my brothers, and I ended up crying. A lady found me and tried helping me find them. We did find each other, but we all got scolded… a-and that day kinda just sucked in general. I scraped my knee, I didn't get the toy I wanted, I lost my favorite pencil—it just sucked.

"But I remember everyone smiling a lot during that day. I remember the relieved smiles, the laughter, and the warmth. I remember thinking that I could've lost them, so I needed to—to treasure them more, live life knowing I made good memories with my family." A bitter chuckle left him, head moving to lean back against the wall and eyes focusing on the ceiling. "I'm glad I did."

Immediately, Elliott felt arms wrap around his neck, yank him down, and felt his nose press against the other's bony shoulder. Park was shaking, and Elliott couldn't tell if he was crying or not, but he sure as hell was. He could feel the warm liquid trail down his cheek, soak into the hoodie the other was donning. His own arms wrapped around his lover's midsection, pulled him as close as physically possible, and then there was nothing. There were no words uttered, no hysterical sobs nor cries of agony. There was just silence, only healing.

Eventually, Park pulled away enough to look into Elliott's eyes, a half-synthetic hand reaching up to gently brush away a tear. His own eyes were red and puffy, only confirming Elliott suspicions.

"No one's ever taking me away from you," he said, confidence in the statement. "I don't care who they are. I'm not leaving you 'till you physically pry me off yourself." A hand left Park's waist, placing itself upon his cheek, and gently pressing their foreheads together. "I dunno if I'll ever lose you, but everyday's gonna be the day I treasure every moment we're together, every conversation we have. Gonna make you feel like I'll never forget you if you're gone. Gonna make you feel loved and make it known I'll be a fucking wreck if I lose you. I'll kick my own ass for letting someone like you slip away."

Park could feel himself choking on his own words, reduced to nothing but tears by the confession, pouring from his eyes without any sign of stopping. All he could do was press his lips against Elliott's, convey through contact his desperation and adoration, the love he feels and the connection that he refuses to ever let be severed. There was so much pouring out of his heart that, by the end of the kiss, when they broke apart to breathe, he felt like he left a piece of his heart to the other.

It was where it belonged anyway.

"Thank you," the hacker whispered, trying to calm his hiccups, calm the shaking. "You… You didn't need to…"

"I know." Elliott smiled with sadness in his eyes. "But… you're a part of me. Telling you that story… s'just like I'm telling it to myself. I'm visiting memories with the only person I'd ever let see them." Another kiss was pressed to Park's nose this time, a simple way of showing his affection. "I love you so much, darling. Never leaving you alone. I'm here to give you that happily ever after you seem so convinced you're never getting."

Park allowed a smile to replace the look of sadness constantly worn by the man. There was joy in his eyes, endearment swirling with the hazel optics. It was like watching a fire: so enrapturing, so warm and beautiful, dangerous but healing. He was falling in love all over again.

"I love you as well, Elliott."

#apex legends #crypto #tae joon park #mirage #elliott witt #cryptage #lenardo does a write #i may have cried #but you didn't hear that from me #anyway i hope you enjoyed reading !!#i needed some angsty boys jdjsjw #chini always coming in with the requests #making me feel good #tysm ily

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8.25.20 -- 2 months ago I found the best Caesar for my Joseph. Really the only Caesar for my Joseph.

I am honored to be your Jojo. 💚 I look forward to continuing to write with you. @shabcn Happy Anniversary

Joseph stepped out of the shop, arms already full of a few things he planned to put together that night. The perfect night. That's what he was hoping for, his heart was racing already just thinking about it. He just hoped that it would be good enough for him. Although he stopped on his way back to begin setting up. Taking only half a step down the street before something caught his eye. A flash of yellow caught his eye. It was enough that he came to a halt, despite his arms already being full he couldn't help but think that this was something he needed to get. It was the colors that reminded him of Caesar. The way the yellow popped out, it was breath taking. Of course he knew what they were, although he hadn't thought much about them before. Not until he was out gathering things that reminded him of the man that meant the most to him. How many times had he seen this little shop before and thought nothing of it? A better question, how long had they had these wonderful flowers sitting outside their shop and he didn't realize it until now? Well, that didn't matter. He had noticed them now and they were perfect. If there was anything in the world that could represent Caesar in such a divine way it was this. The color and contrast of the flowers reminded him of Caesar. Not just because of his blond hair and wild curls, but because Caesar was like a burst of color himself against an otherwise muted world.

Maybe that was bias and he was just thinking with his lovesick brain. Either way, he knew he had to have them. So, with that he collected up as many sunflowers as he could carry and headed to the clerk to pay for them all. The woman at the stand was nice enough to wrap them for him, she seemed pretty excited with all the things he seemed to have. He knew what she was assuming and he didn't bother to correct her. It was too much a task to try and explain to someone who was excited about something, that what they were thinking was a little wrong. These things that he had gathered up, they weren't for a beautiful woman. No no, they were for the one that he loved more than anything. The man that he had loved for quite some time now and had only recently been able to express that to. He was still recovering pieces of their past together and Joseph wasn't planning to rush that in the slightest. He knew better than to do that, after all some of those fragments could be very damaging considering how intense the situation had been at the time. But, he knew had he felt about him and there was nothing that was going to stop him from going forward with what he had planned. He wasn't going to lose his chance to be with him again, not this time. Not while he was still here.

Once he was through getting everything he needed, and maybe getting a bit lost on the way--he still hadn't picked up much on Italian, but it was slowly getting better. In pieces, though. He set out to make sure everything was absolutely perfect for the night. The setting he had chosen was a small, scenic area. Although he was certain that Caesar would know where to find him. He'd left him a message to meet him here and then had gone out of his way ti gather everything he needed for the night. As much as he would have liked to take him home with him or even out to a classic date, he found this to be a little more appealing. Around sunset there woukent be too many people around to bother them or stare. Not that he really cared if they did or not. Joseph was just happy to be able to be spending time with him. And at least now he could do it without feeling bad. Although it would seem crummy of him to be seen with someone else so soon after breaking it off with Suzie. But, had he ever really been devoted to her? The answer to that seemed to ring clear to him now and he had it in his mind to finally tell him. The mere thought of that though had him a little nervous. Romance wasnt his strong suit, he was clumsy at best. He just hoped that everything went smoothly for him or this could be embarrassing.

When he would finally arrive, Joseph got to his feet. He'd been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't realized he had arrived already. Scrambling up, he nearly stumbled over his own feet which could have made for a scene in itself. Well he was already off to an embarrassing start. Did his brain just leave whenever he was around him? Sometimes it felt that way, which could be a little frustrating for the younger male considering he was usually so confident in himself. Now here he was acting like a bumbling fool and falling all over himself. Maybe it was just because whenever he saw him he couldn't help but feel light headed, his heart racing and his stomach fluttering. Sometimes this even caused him to blush a little without his noticing. It was like this ever since he realized how much he loved Caesar. He was having a hard time keeping it all to himself, too. Trying not to come on too strong since he knew that the other didnt remember too much about their time together before. He had already loved him before but having him back in his life again it was as though he was able to fall for him all over again. And this time the bond developed differently between them. There hadn't been a rivalry but instead a friendship. It didnt matter to him though the connection only had him falling harder for him over and over. Although now that he was standing there looking at him, he found that he was suddenly tongue tied. Here came the bit of clumsiness that gripped at him whenever he was trying his hardest to be Romantic.

What he had done was set up an evening picnic. Meant to be enjoyed by sunset in a lovely scenic secluded area where they could just enjoy each other. It was just off the coast, but away from the bustle of the city itself. The cooling salty breeze rolled in from the sea though, adding a small chill to the air as the sun had started to sink. Everything was figured out, he had brought a few things they could snack on, but nothing that was too demanding. Just a few different sweets he had been recommended by someone while he was looking for something suitable for the night. And to drink he had gotten his hands on a bottle of wine. A sweet red wine to be exact. One bottle wouldn't hurt them too much, right? Only Joseoh didn't really drink at all which meant he was a light weight. Honestly he had only picked it up because it made him think of Caesar. Caesar who despite some of his habits and the way he used to find his showing off distasteful and annoying, held a certain elegance to him. He wasnt sure if that was because he had an ego sometimes or not. But holding the wine in his hands now and thinking back to it, only made him smile to himself. All those little things he used to find annoying about the other he now admired. This could have been because he had lost him ince already. Maybe he was only just noe really discovering just how much and how hard he had fallen in love with him. There were still things that got on his nerves of course, but that ess typical for anyone. Even so, there was no question who his heart beat for. The last thing he had picked up as an impulse had been a bouquet of beautiful sunflowers. Their bright sunkissed petals popping with color even as the sun started to sink on the horizon. These also reminded him of Caesar and for various reasons. The most being the warmth he felt whenever he had noticed them.

(I hope this isn't too much. I'm a little nervous.)

"What's all this?"

Joseph opened his mouth to respond but the words wouldn't come out. Instead, his face just got hot as he stared back at him. (This is bad. I have no idea what to say! Why didnt I think of this before? He's going to think I'm a total idoit!) Wordlessly, he watched as the other moved passed him inspecting everything he had put together. The smile that appeared on Caesar's festures was enough to have him ready to fall to his knees. Weak from it. He seemed to be admiring everything and the growing silence was only making Joseph more aware of how hard his heart was pounding in his chest. He had to say something to him. Had he not organized all of this so that he could tell him what he had been dying to tell him? Now all of a sudden he was stuck, unable to make the words form. He loved Caesar. And his heart burned to let those words slip from his lips. But now that he was faced with the reality of actually confessing he wasnt sure how to begin. Maybe he should have practiced this a little more. Why didnt he think of that? Probably because he has been so busy trying to make sure everything else was perfect that he hadn't thought about it at all. He knew what he wanted to say, but now he needed to figure out how to say it. In his panic, Caesar had finished looking over everything picking up the sunflowers before turning to him. Those beautiful emerald eyes set on his.

He swallowed. (Say something, dammit!) "I...I had something I wanted to tell you so... I thought this would be a good place." The response he got was a puzzled look and an arch of a brow, urging him to continue. He might as well just rip this band aid off. Saying it putting it out there was going to be the only way he as going to be able to do it. If he thought too much about it, then he would only freeze up again. It would only be a matter of time, too before Caesar said something about his clumsy attempts and awkwardness over the whole situation. And it was the whole reason he had brought him here to this place.

His face was only getting hotter. "What's the occasion for all this, Jojo?"

"Caesar, I..." He could feel the blush expanding across his cheeks, deepening in hue. "...I-I'm in love with you. I know that it might sound strange to you, given you haven't known me too terribly long. But, I dont care if it seems weird. I love you! And I have been in love with you... basically from the moment we met." At least, since he met him here. That was the easiest way to put it without disturbing too much.

His clumsy confession was met with silence, one that made him feel as though he might have said too much. That is, until the distance was closed between them. Arms were wrapped around Joseph's framex bringing him close. The brush and fragrance of sunflowers filling the air before his lips were suddenly locked into a passionate embrace. It stunned him at first but he didnt object it. Once his shock had passed, he wrapped his arms around him and pulled his body closer to his. Joseph returned the kiss that was given to him with everything he had. All the emotion he had felt for him pouring into that connection. He wanted Caesar to feel the words he had just spoken to him. His heart only knew him and could only belong to him completely. It had never been with anyone else. And only now was he being given the chance to hold him in this embrace and express the emotions he had been harboring for years. He wanted to be his and only his. Not just in his hidden desires. But in everyday he possibly could. Joseph was determined not to lose his chance at that again.

#shabcn #returnfromheaven #jojodrabble #happy anniversary #the in story confession will probably be messier

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