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br7ght · 8 months

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Basking in the Morning Glow Jenni Hermoso x Alexia Putellas x Reader

summary: You've been alone for two weeks while your girlfriends have been at an international training camp. This is the first morning you've all woken up together and I think it's pretty clear you've been feeling a little touch starved.

warnings: threesome, thigh riding, fingering (r receiving), praise.

pairing: jenni hermoso x alexia putellas x reader

word count: 1,700 words

SMUT 18+

Based on this ask here :) @occasionallyaurora <3

Jenni’s eyes flutter open, her body enveloped between your thighs bringing a smile to her face almost immediately. Sunlight peeking through the slit in the curtain, leaving a streak of light falling flush against your face, like your own personal spotlight. This is how you wanted to wake up every morning, your body curled tightly into Jenni’s, your head nestled gently in the crook of her neck, her chin resting against the top of your head, leaving her able to place gentle kisses to your scalp. Alexia’s arm was protectively wrapped around you, her body flush up against your back, curving her body symmetrically to yours.

Jenni watched as Alexia drew shapes into your arm, sharing hushed whispers between one another in an attempt to not wake you up until you were ready. The TV was on the lowest volume, both girls watching the football highlights for the previous week, enjoying their early morning as you three were back together for the first time in two weeks. With Jenni and Alexia playing for Spain and you playing for England, you often found yourself alone during international camps. It wasn’t jealousy as such, but when you were lying in bed struggling to get to sleep, you knew that the two of them were sharing a bed and always had each other. It was moments like this that you savoured, knowing that they’d do anything to make up to you for being gone for so long.

Jenni and Alexia’s voices became louder, presuming you were in a deeper sleep, but when Jenni felt your face scrunch against her neck her voice stopped, waiting for you to come out of your early morning slumber. She feels your hips start to move gently against her thigh, slowly grinding your body as you start to wake up. Jenni taps Alexia on the shoulder as they both notice your subtle movements, trying to gain any level of friction that you could. Last night when all of you had arrived home, the three of you had just enough energy to get cuddled up and had quickly fallen asleep. You hadn’t been touched in almost a month and neediness was overtaking your body. You could barely control yourself against the toned thigh of the older woman.

Alexia had a massive grin on her face as she watched your hips grind harder, your eyes not even open yet and you still hadn’t said anything. Jenni intentionally flexed her thigh, trying to aid your attempt to feel something and the whimper that you let out told them both what you needed.

“Jenni.” You whined, the combination of the friction against her leg and Alexia’s hand twisting curls of your hair around her finger making you more and more needy. “Please.”

Jenni tilted your head up with the back of her two fingers, watching eagerly as your eyes fluttered open, your cheeks pink and flushed as you were met with the dark eyes of the smirking brunette. She shifted her thigh this time, pushing it up against your heated centre and a quiet moan dropped from your mouth. “Does that feel good? Are you enjoying getting off on my thigh already?” Her voice was laced with teasing, knowing how much you liked to hear her voice. All you could do in response was nod, a gentle whimper escaping your lips and your hips grinded quicker against her.

Wolfish smiles were shared between Jenni and Alexia as they both silently understood your neediness, but still wanting to watch you try desperately to get off from Jenni’s thigh in your subconscious state of early morning trance. Alexia can hear your whimpers getting stronger and she stops tracing the shapes against your arm, moving her hand underneath yours and trailing her fingers against your stomach.

“Please, I need you both.” You were growing impatient, her thigh not giving you what you really needed, the friction wasn’t adding up to anything, but it didn’t stop you from trying to move your hips quicker and harder against her leg. They could see your desperation radiating from your body, so Jenni stills your hips, her strong grip around your waist stopping you from moving.

“Jenni!”

“Princesa, I know, I know, but I think you’d enjoy yourself a bit more if Ale and I help you out hm?” She whispers against your ear, her breath causing the hairs on your body to stand, goosebumps gently covering your skin. You nod as you feel the warmth of Alexia’s hand resting just at the waistband of your sleep shorts, not daring to dip her hand any further, just tracing back and forth, teasing you softly.

“You want Jen and I to touch you cariño?” Alexia coos as Jenni joins her hand at your waistband. You don’t respond, just reaching down to pull the shorts from your hips, dragging your underwear down with them and kicking them off in a flurry of desperation. Jenni outstretched her arm, letting you lay your head against the tattoos while Alexia’s hand carefully opened your legs, hooking your thigh over her body so they were both able to see your arousal pooling at your folds.

“God, please fuck me, please.” They were still both just looking at you, their eyes darting between your body and each other, “Please.” That was the final beg you needed, and Jenni’s hand was the first to dip below your naval, groaning lowly at the wetness that she finds, gathering it all between her fingers.

Alexia was kissing your back, nipping, and soothing at your skin and it was all just teasing you, but the heat of her mouth against your shoulder was enough to push you over the edge at this point. You’d gone way too long without this.

“Please, no teasing.” You plead, Jenni’s finger swiping across your folds but not touching you anywhere that you so desperately needed her. Your head buried itself into the raven-haired woman’s neck, pulling her in with your hand as your hips involuntarily buckled at the gentle touches. “Jen please, Ale, anyone.” With that, Jenni pushes just one finger into your entrance, but the sinful moan that leaves your mouth is one that was only going to encourage them more.

“Oh princesà, you sound so pretty, does that feel good?” Jenni asks, thrusting her wrist into you, adding another finger as you nod and moan against her neck. With the curling of her fingers finding your spot, your hips were moving to meet her thrusts, needing some contact with your clit. Alexia spotted the opportunity, adding her fingers to the mix, finding your clit with her fingertips. “Did you miss this cariño?” Alexia asked, the smirk on her face not leaving as your moans became stronger and higher pitched.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes.” Your words were strung with whimpers and laboured breaths. With the gentle circles against your clit, she felt your head leaning back into Alexia, the blonde resuming her kissing, but now finding your neck, etching planned marks into your skin with each nip of her teeth as her circles got smaller and more precise around your bud.

“Such a good girl for us, aren’t you?” Jenni speeds up again with her praise, watching your face twitch and your body grind against the two girl’s hands in desperate need for the release that was slowly building.

“What a shame that you had to go two whole weeks without us touching you baby, you’ve gotten so needy for us while we were gone princesà.” Alexia smiled, finding the rhythm against your clit that she could tell was going to make you tumble hard over the edge. Your nails were gripping anything you could grab onto, first Alexia’s arm before reaching for the back of Jenni’s neck, the two women protectively enveloping you between their bodies while they fucked you, getting you close to the edge you so desperately needed.

“Are you getting close baby?” Alexia teased, knowing the answer as your body trembled underneath the two women’s relentless rhythm, her head was resting on your shoulder, watching as you moaned and gripped your nails into the blonde’s arm, your eyes slamming shut.

“You know what to do then, all you have to do is ask princesà.” Jenni watched in awe as your body twitched to her touches, her fingers finding the perfect rhythm with Alexia’s circles against your clit, slamming her wrist into you, knowing you liked it when you could feel the power behind her arm.

“Please, can I come?” You ask, your voice shaking and whimpers leaving your mouth as you waited for permission, your orgasm choking your throat as you did everything you could to wait for them to tell you to. “Please Jen, Ale, I’ve been so good.” You pleaded; your lips clasped together in desperation as your release was fighting against their perfect rhythm.

“You can come cariño, come for us.” Jenni dictates and with a few more harsh thrusts and Alexia swirling her fingers continually against your clit you grabbed onto Jenni’s hair, your nails digging into her scalp as you felt the orgasm rip through your body, your eyes shut and hips uncontrollably moving with their hands. Every time you looked, they were both staring at you, watching as your body trembled from the aftershocks of the intensity of the climax, you’d just experienced. They worked you through it, gently slowing their movements allowing you to ride the entire thing out.

Jenni is the first to kiss you before she pulled her fingers out of you, gesturing her hand towards Alexia’s mouth which opened almost immediately and you watch as she locks eyes with you, taking her tongue up Jenni’s fingers, tasting you and moaning against her hand. “God, we really did miss you.” Alexia said once she’d finished cleaning Jenni’s fingers for her, a smile creeping up onto her face as she kissed your forehead. She pulled the duvet back over your body, wrapping her arm around you and pulling you close.

“We don’t like being away from you baby girl, you know that don’t you.” Jenni said sympathetically, joining in on the hug by snaking her arm around both you and Alexia. She was stroking through your hair, the warmth from both encapsulating you between them. The air was soft between them as you snuggled your head even closer into Jenni’s neck, holding Alexia’s hand in your own.

“I hate it, I missed you both so much.” You revealed honestly, both women squeezing harder around you.

“We’re home now,” one of your girlfriends says, you're unsure who though. Despite the morning light, sleep begins to consume you once again.

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calamitys-child · 9 months

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Ever since doing basic first aid training I've become like hyperaware of every public defibrillator I see and shoutout to this one shopping centre for painting the box the same colour as the wall and hiding it behind a plant. Youre so right the lifesaving emergency medical equipment doesn't need to be clearly marked and visible in a standardised colour scheme such as bright yellow with the green and white first aid symbol on it so it can be immediately identified and located. The aesthetic sensibility of your food court takes first priority

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effloradox · 1 year

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I love Taylor swift and twilight! Ur blog is perfection 💜! Do you mind doing more jasper fan fics!

thank you so much, you're so sweet 🥺

Jasper doesn't like to talk about his past. Conversions about his history are reserved for late night whispers, when it's just the two of you in the safe haven of your room. It's not something you hold against him, you can't judge him for something he did over a hundred years ago in bad faith, but you know he feels resentment for the person he used to be. You know how much he struggles with controlling his thirst, and it’s still not the easiest thing for you to deal with.

The problem with introducing a human into a house full of vampires is that it had the potentially to go fatally wrong. Control is something that all your coven take very seriously, it's the only way you can continue to exist amongst humans after all. Everyone knows that it's you and Jasper that have the hardest time controlling yourselves around blood, it’s not exactly a secret. It never fails to astound you the sheer amount of control that Carlisle exhibits on a daily basis in his job. You're getting better with controlling your urges, and you haven't relapsed for a while but introducing a clumsy human into the house felt like a disaster waiting to happen.

In a way you blame Edward. Your emotions towards your adoptive brother are complicated even on a good day, but the idea of him bringing his human girlfriend into the house for her birthday felt like a terrible idea from the offset. Part of you had hoped Alice would have some dramatic vision that would mean you could call the whole thing off but all she'd seen was an admittedly nice vision of Bella blowing out the candles on her birthday cake surrounded by all of you.

It seemed Edward had forgotten how unbelievably accident prone his new girlfriend was though. An unforgivable oversight on his part, one you'll definitely be calling him out on later. You'd turned your back on the birthday girl for a second, just to look over to where Alice and Esme were putting the finishing touches on the cake when you'd smelt it. The acrid coppery smell of blood hit your nose instantly and every fibre of your being is drawn towards it like a forbidden siren call. Your sisters had moved to your side in an instant, only partially caging you against the kitchen counter you'd been leaning on. It's hard trying to centre yourself and not give into the urges, and it's only what's taking place on the other side of the kitchen that really brings you back to yourself.

Jasper is looking much worse for wear. His senses have honed in on Bella and all of you can tell he's only seconds away from pouncing. Emmett and Edward have their arms around him in an instant, stopping him from beelining towards the injured human but it's clear he's putting up enough of a fight that they'll struggle to restrain him for a long time. You're in front of him in the time it takes Bella to blink, your hands cupping his face gently to keep his eyes on you. Edward had pushed her towards the wall as soon as he'd heard Jasper's thoughts so she's not as close as she was, meaning she only hears fragments of what you're saying to him.

"Hey, hey, Jas it's okay. It's okay. It's just a little blood. Look at me, it's okay yeah?" Your words seem to be having some effect but Bella notes that Emmett and Edward still haven't let Jasper out of their grip. Carlisle appears by her side and she's vaguely aware that he's speaking to her but her eyes are still trained on you and Jasper. Your words seem to be having some kind of effect on him and it sends a small pang through her chest that you have the ability to calm Jasper down even in the face of the strongest temptation when Edward sometime can’t even look at her as a result of his urges.

Her eyes are still trained on the two of you as Esme leads her out of the room to go and find the first aid kit. The last thing she sees is Edward and Emmett letting Jasper go as he collapses in your arms almost bonelessly. His arms wrap around your waist as his head rests on your shoulder, giving you ample chance to press a chaste kiss to the crown of his head.

#my writing #drabbles #jasper cullen x reader #jasper hale x reader #requested #twilight x reader

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thatfailedpokemontrainer · 3 months

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What to do when you've been burnt by a fire type pokemon

A guide of things I wish I knew to do when I was younger, by a tired fire type trainer of 9 years.

Make sure you are out of harms way. If your pokemon did this to you, recall it immediately. There will be time to work on whatever mistake (either by person or pokemon) led to this later, you need to focus on yourself now. If a wild pokemon did this, you need to focus on getting the fuck out of there. Get your pokemon to use flash/roar and get somewhere safe (OUT OF TALL GRASS AT THE VERY LEAST)

Try to stay calm. Take deep breaths in and out while you follow the next few steps, panicking will only make the situation worse for everyone and lead to worse outcomes. I know it's not that simple to just, 'stay calm' but it is extremely important.

Identify what type of burn it is. This will determine your next course of action. Some general rules, if your burn is forming a blister, or is bigger than the size of a pokeball, you need to seek medical attention. Some pokemons fire is more dangerous than others. If you were burnt by a fire/ghost type, please seek immediate medical attention, as their burns are more likely to burn deeper and hurt more.

Go to a pokemon centre if you can. No matter what type of burn this is, it will always be helpful. Not only will they have bathrooms where you can wash out the burn, but the staff there are trained in basic first aid for humans too. However, if they try and direct you to a hospital, LISTEN TO THEM. People working at pokemon centres want you and your pokemon to be safe and healthy, they are on your side. Do not be antagonistic to them.

Call your local rangers. If you're not near a pokemon centre and have a severe burn, or cannot physically walk to one without making the pain worse, I need you to do something for me. Pick up your phone and call that towns/reigons pokemon ranger services. This is not the time to worry about burdening others, it is rangers jobs to help in situations like this. Stay on the phone with the ranger until they have found you. Once they have, ask them to take you to a hospital.

If the burn is minor, flush it out with cold running water for 10-20 minutes. Tap water is the best, but streams will do for anyone who was burnt while out in the forest. I don't care if the burn 'doesn't hurt anymore' keep it under there for the full 10 minutes AT LEAST. This flushes out heat from the burn. If your burn is on your face, a cold cloth can work instead of running water. DOING THIS ASAP AFTER GETTING BURNT CAN MITIGATE THE INJURY, SCARRING AND PAIN. DO NOT SKIP THIS STEP.

DO NOT FLUSH OUT YOUR BURN WITH WATER TYPE/ICE TYPE MOVES FROM A POKEMON. This will not help at all and you will feel so much worse. Don't do this.

If the burn is not minor, GO TO A HOSPITAL. I do not care if you do not want to, I don't care how fine you feel, getting burns treated as soon as possible can impact how long it hurts for, and how long it heals. Don't be an asshole to yourself and just go to hospital.

Monitor your pain levels in the days following. It is normal for burns to be painful for a while afterwards, but if it is causing you significant distress, you need to talk to your/a doctor about this, and possibly getting better medication to help with this.

Do not put yourself in the same situation again. Now you're all healed up from your burn wounds, maybe you even got a cool scar. But reflect on what happened, and why, and learn from your mistakes. Please.

#sprite :>#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotumblr #pokemon irl #rotomblr #irl pkmn #pkmn rp #irl pokemon

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whumpshaped · 8 months

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Thinking about a scenario where Whumpee is suddenly in danger and Whumper protects them, getting hurt in the process. Whumpee is conflicted, why did Whumper protect them? (Possessiveness, not wanting to lose what’s theirs?) Whumpee has an opportunity to attack Whumper while they’re injured, but can’t make themself do it

tw knives, murder, gore, stockholm syndrome

Whumpee stared at the back of their captor with wide eyes, not even fully comprehending what had just happened. One of Whumper’s work associates had come at them with a knife, Whumper suddenly stepped in front of them, and… had they gotten stabbed?

“What the fuck?” the stranger snapped, and Whumpee was too dazed to realise Whumper was already pulling their own knife. The next thing they knew, droplets of blood were landing on their face from a gash in their attacker’s throat before they crumpled to the ground in a gorey heap. Whumpee couldn’t get a word out, but they couldn’t seem to close their mouth either. They just looked like a fish on shore, trying to draw a breath.

“What the fuck indeed,” Whumper grumbled. They attempted to take a step towards the table in the centre of the room, probably to steady themself, but their knees buckled and they almost ended up on the floor. Whumpee caught a glimpse of a knife sticking out of their side, and a whole lot of blood they hoped was not theirs.

“Holy shit,” they breathed. That could’ve been them, if Whumper hadn’t intervened. They glanced at the corpse on the floor, still oozing blood and soaking everything around it. That also could’ve been them. “Holy shit.”

Before they knew it, they were rushing to support Whumper. Sure, the guy had taken them captive, but they’d also just saved their life. And for what? Whumpee couldn’t tell, and they didn’t want to think about it right now.

They helped Whumper onto one of the chairs, then stepped back with a nervous look on their face. They knew what to do. They’d taken care of stab wounds before. They just didn’t know whether it was okay for them to attempt to take care of Whumper.

Not to mention the fact that taking care of one’s own captor likely wasn’t included in survival 101. They should’ve been taking this opportunity to hurt Whumper further, to twist the knife, maybe even kill them, and then escape. Instead, they were thinking about how to best patch them up, where to have them lie down, and what sort of thread to use if Whumper didn’t have anything they were familiar with. They took a deep breath, exhaling forcefully enough to get rid of the mean little voices in the back of their mind.

“I’m gonna help you,” they exclaimed, and Whumper looked up at them warily.

“No, you’re not. It’s fine. I can keep the knife in until my friend arrives, and they can–”

“I’m gonna help you,” they repeated. Whumper was smearing blood all over the screen of their phone as they tried to text their one medically trained friend, and although they still had the energy to act tough right now, Whumpee knew it wouldn’t last long.

Whumper’s sceptical expression morphed into something akin to understanding. They seemed to realise the moral dilemma Whumpee was experiencing benefitted them, and that maybe they shouldn’t push their luck too much if their captive was willing to help. “Feeling grateful that I took a knife for you?” they asked with a smug grin.

Whumpee elected to ignore that question, now that Whumper wasn’t in a position to force an answer out of them. “Just tell me where you keep the first-aid kit.”

#asks #whump #whump drabble #murder #gore #knives #stockholm syndrome

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themagicbrew · 9 months

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Everyone meet Cameo the Defect!

(minor warning! gross alien drawing in the bio) (also super sorry about like- any shitty grammar or spelling mistakes. I'm very sleep deprived)

Chosen Name: Cameo ('Deadname' Defect)

Age: Uknown

Gender: Male

sexuality: Homosexual

Current occupation: Founder of the hidden city, Head of "the council", inventor, (formerly) kraang rebel

personality summary: Cameo is an eccentric but self-centred kraang. What he lacks in raw strength, he makes up for in sheer intelligence. He has the most innovative but dangerous mind amongst all the kraang. He is known to be highly manipulative, often nudging others in the wrong direction- for his own selfish gain. He's petty, vain, cruel, the list could go on.

Pre-rebellion

The kraang reproduce through various methods, making them a highly invasive species once fully settled onto a planet. The Biomass that often clings to and terraforms its surrounding environment- is capable of forming "egg sacks", if given the right conditions.

This is a common form of asexual reproduction (aside from thee brood mother) that the kraang practice.

When a baby krang bursts from its sack- the newborn's flesh remains tender & pale, before eventually shifting (x).

However, when Cameo emerged, his flesh- never matured, even as he grew.

During a kraang's "rookie stage" (their races equivalent to adolescence years) They will experience many physical & behavioural changes, but one specific change the kraang look out for, is their "mutations".

the "mutations" are essentially a kraang's special abilities.

to shifting parts of their anatomy or creating a biomass- these abilities are a signal towards higher ranking kraang that their young is ready for more intensive training. if a rookie shows no signs of mutating, they will be killed off.

Cameo was lucky to avoid this brutal fate despite his defects.

Even back then, he was beyond intelligent and took an interest in forging weaponry. Somehow, this talent of his- saved him from certain death. Yet it didn't save him from the kraangs cruelty. The risk of death still loomed over him.

Throughout his entire life, Cameo would be abused- even after proving that he was useful, he would still be subjected to an onslaught of neverending abuse.

His method of survival was manipulation. If Cameo couldn't fight his way out of a situation like most kraang did, then Cameo would 'talk' his way out of it.

needless to say, Cameo grew to hate his fellow kraang. he had no sense of comradery and wouldn't hesitate to backstab them. There was only one person he could look out for.... himself.

Cameo is genuinely confident in his skills. no amount of abuse could ever change the defects mind- he was the best.

Portals, technodromes, Battle mechs, weaponry, etc

his inventions- his work- would be used in conquest. Cameo had been playing a major part in the empire for centuries. However, the kraang were foolish and could not see it- to them, Cameo was just a disposable defect first and an amazing inventor second.

Utrom's betrayal/rebellion

Cameo knew Utrom back in his rookie days. He was cruel and callous but had a strong sense of comradery, just like any other kraang he knew. Utrom however, was his main tormentor during his early days.

so Cameo was genuinely surprised to hear word of his betrayal. The defect never thought Utrom had it in him. Treachery was something unheard of within their empire.

In Typical Cameo fashion, he saw Utrom's betrayal as a window of opportunity. Thus, aided the traitor with his rebellion (coming in with an agenda of his own)

Cameo is the true creator of the Key.

He had 'helped' The mystic warriors & Utrom conjure up the plan if they were to lose the battle- however little did they know, Cameo had plans on using the Key regardless of the outcome. Cameo always had a knack for pulling strings... planting idea's into people's heads..

Cameo KNEW that the battle would be one-sided, even with his aid. He designed the key in a very special way that would allow the defect to mull over his options, preparing himself for nearly any outcome.

He hated the kraang but he knew- more than any other being in the galaxy, how they think and how they function. he knew that when the key was unleashed, that the sealed kraang would tear each other apart- desperate to snuff out any other rebels sealed alongside them.

What Cameo didn't consider, were the few remaining rebels lucky enough to avoid getting sealed away. Utrom- being one of them. (much to Cameo's disdain)

This didn't deter him. He knew how to roll with the punches. To cameo, it was simply the start of a new chapter.

post rebellion

Cameo adjusted to life on earth easier than any other kraang rebel. Humans were far easier to manipulate. He had power over them and it felt great.

He took pleasure in sparking discourse amongst them, even causing full-on wars. All he had to do- was to give them a simple nudge. perhaps gifting them kraang armour, or something "mystical", whatever it may be but something was missing

The Kraang rebels had indirectly affected Earth in many ways- some more drastic than others. Cameo would spend his time studying these changes. Sometimes intentionally playing a part in it. The planet itself already had strange properties- but when exposed to empyrean- only seemed to amplify the planet's properties.

now "empyrean", is the essences of kraang. their tech and bodies have empyrean within it. It is what they used to terraform planets to their liking.

If a creature is exposed to pure empyrean the results are unpredictable. This was how the Yokai emerged. To Cameo- the yokai were guideless creatures with no sense of direction, hiding away in fear of people. what He saw, was an opportunity.

Cameo offered the yokai a safe haven, A place hidden from humanity where they can 'truly' express themselves as long they stuck to his rules. for the next couple of centuries, he'd retain control over the yokai- creating a false identity called "the council of heads", allowing the people of the hidden city to live a lie.

present day

Cameo had been around for centuries and had met plenty of yokai like Baron. they were always a means to an end, a minor misstep along the way but for a brief moment, Cameo underestimated his opponent- eventually leading to the mass mutant that plagued NYC.

what he didn't suspect, were the turtles. ever since those ragtag teenagers accidentally unleashed Baron's Oozesquitoes to NYC, Cameo had been watching them from the shadows. He studied them and their ties to Baron, finding their misadventures quite amusing.

Along the way, He eventually hired Hugin & Munin due to their previous ties to Baron (also because he couldn't resist how pathetic they were). Now- Cameo debates on making his move. if the turtles can handle a kraang invasion, who knows what else they could handle. The defect is excited to find out.

Triva

Current voice claim is Jacob Tobia (their role as Double trouble)

Cameo's defects affect him in many ways. Back in the empire, he would wear special gear to protect himself both in and out of his mech suit but nowadays?? he has a special skincare routine to keep himself protected

Cameo still continues to make Kraang weaponry. it's his way of passing the time and relaxing. He prefers doing it when cloaked however since thumbs can come in handy

He dotes on Hugin and Munin, spoiling them like two purse dogs- in return, the Duo follow his very command.

Cameo and Big Mama are good friends :) sometimes he'll call himself 'Lil' Papa' as an inside joke. they both openly joke/talk about backstabbing each other and wouldn't hold it against them if they did. Their friendship is unique to say the least

Baron does not know that Cameo is "the council of heads" nor does the general public know. Think of it as the Wizard of Oz situation.

He is also the inventor of cloaking brooches but- many yokai have taken it and improved upon his invention across the centuries.

While Cameo prefers to cloak, he isn't ashamed of his true form- and will even uncloak post-Rottmnt-movie. He is often mistaken for a yokai rather than a kraang.

#Cameo lore #Cameo #myart #kraang #rottmnt #krang #rottmntoc #oc #rise of the tmnt #rise!krang #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Baron mention #huginn and muninn #rottmnt huginn #rottmnt muninn #big mama mentioned #I AM SOOOOO FUCKING TIRED

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deadgirlwalking91 · 4 months

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new update - 'thank you for the venom', chapter 9: 'want me to forget you? okay, forget me too'

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine Summary

Both Lute and Adam learn that supressing feelings is just a band-aid fix.

Sorry for the delay - this chapter was so tricky. On the bright side, it's twice as long as normal! Very grateful this week for @branded-rose and all her wisdom, without which, I would still be tearing my hair out. Thanks for letting me borrow Harley, too <3

Adam and Lute’s Office, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

True to his word, Adam never mentioned that night at the bar to Lute.

She was somewhat surprised; she’d been anticipating that he would bring it up first thing the next morning when he waltzed into their office, two coffees in hand, singing obnoxiously at the top of his lungs. Sera had even followed him into their shared space, chastising him for not sticking to a respectable volume in the workplace.

He’d greeted Lute somewhat civilly - still by the crude nickname he refused to drop - and plonked her coffee on her desk without much fanfare.

She’d found his chirpiness incredibly frustrating, considering she hadn’t slept a wink the night before, replaying the night’s events in her mind. Over. And over.

On the couch, still in a daze when she got home.

In the shower, under the ice-cold stream of water in an attempt to shock herself out of her stupor.

Under the covers in bed, where her imagination ran wild and her hands wandered, trying to finish what Adam had started with her up against the fence.

It was no wonder she was exhausted when she got to work that next morning.

The days and weeks that followed were much the same. Mundane, even. She and Adam would plan in the office first thing in the morning, then run training sessions with the Exorcists for the rest of the day. Their relationship, for the first time since Lute had been promoted to lieutenant, seemed to lean more professional than it ever had before.

While this proved to make Lute’s work life easier, it also bored her to no end. She never thought she’d admit it, but she longed for the days when they were at each other’s throats instead of newfound clipped politeness. There were no threats of violence or colourful insults traded over the tops of their desks anymore. Just exchanges of paperwork or suggestions for training drills to run.

She was also incredibly annoyed because even though she had explicitly asked Adam not to mention their little rendezvous in the bar’s gardens, she was sure that he would have had something to say about it. A snide remark here, or crude joke there. But he had stuck to his word, and pretended like it had never happened.

The only banter they now shared was over the morning coffee he continued to insist on buying her daily, and even that seemed to be turning stale and predictable.

Until one day, he figured out her coffee order.

It was a Friday morning, approximately two months after the bar incident, and as usual, Lute was early for work. Unusually, so was Adam, who, when she arrived to the office, was reclining in his seat, ankles crossed atop his desk.

“Why are you here so early?” she asked, eyeing him suspiciously as she slid into her seat. “You’re normally late.”

“Good morning to you too,” he ignored her question, scrolling lazily through his phone. “I got a proposition for ya.”

Lute stiffened, the hair on the back of her neck standing up. The last time he’d propositioned her, she’d ended up with his hand up her dress and tongue down her throat. At least this time, if the situation… derailed again, their office door had a lock on it…

She closed her eyes and gripped the edge of her desk, scolding herself for letting her mind wander so easily. What was wrong with her?! He hadn’t even asked her anything yet and already, she was jumping to conclusions. Knowing Adam, he’d just want to copy her paperwork, or something equally as insignificant.

“What is it?” she asked through gritted teeth, eyes still shut.

“I’ll ask you once you open your eyes and stop acting like a fucking weirdo.”

“I preferred it when you wanted me to keep my eyes shut,” she found herself muttering before realising she’d spoken aloud, clapping a hand to her mouth.

Idiot!

“Huh?”

“Nothing!” she squeaked through her fingers, shaking her head furiously. “Uh - what is it that you were wanting to propose, Sir?”

She cleared her throat, praying that he didn’t hear her little slip up, and grabbed the coffee Adam had left on her desk for her.

“You sure you’re all good?” Adam asked, his brows furrowing in concern. He rose from his seat and circled around to Lute’s desk, perching on the edge. “You look kinda flustered.”

“I’m not flustered,” she insisted, scowling as she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. “I’m just…” she trailed off, unsure of how to finish her sentence.

She was flustered, dammit.

Raising the cup to her lips, she averted her eyes as she took a long sip, and inadvertently sighed with satisfaction.

The hot, bitter taste of black coffee filled her mouth, practically burning her tongue - which was just how she liked it. She hummed contentedly, taking another sip, momentarily forgetting Adam’s large frame was shadowing her as he sat on her desk.

“I take it you’re enjoying the coffee?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Peering up at him through her lashes, she nodded, blushing again slightly under his gaze.

“You got it right,” she said, offering him a rare smile. “It only took you what, three months?” She nudged his leg playfully with her foot, then stopped, realising she was letting herself get far too carried away, and hurriedly gulped her coffee again in an attempt to distract herself from playing footsies with her boss.

He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Yeah, and the answer was right under my fucking nose the whole time. Shoulda known you’d be the type to drink black coffee. Only psychopaths drink that shit.”

He nudged her back, his foot lingering briefly against her calf before pulling away. Lute’s stomach lurched as their legs brushed together, the contact bringing back memories of what it felt like to have his body against hers. It was the first time they’d touched since that night at the bar, and in the interim she’d almost managed to convince herself that the way she felt about their little rendezvous was a fluke, a one-off.

A mistake.

Apparently, she was very, very delusional, and those feelings had still been lingering under the surface, all along.

“So,” she started, clearing her throat, desperately needing to shift her focus to more important matters at hand. Like her job. “What was your, um, proposition, Sir?”

“Oh yeah!” Adam reached behind his body, retrieving his own coffee cup from his desk and drinking from it. “Whadd’ya say we get the girls going with weapons training on Monday?”

Lute frowned. “But they’re not due to start for another two weeks. What’s the -”

“Yeah, about that,” Adam paused, sipping his coffee before setting it down on Lute’s paperwork. She scowled, and pointedly moved the cup off to the side, well away from her work. “I have this bullshit meeting with Sera next week, and I kiiiiinda wanna show that we’re doing better than expected.”

“Why?”

“Oh, ya know,” Adam waved his hand nonchalantly, shrugging. “I wanna tell her how fucking badass we are. Plus, Sera thinks I’m a huge fuck-up, so I just thought…”

He trailed off as he frowned, uncharacteristically lost for words. Or perhaps realising he’d revealed too much.

Lute wasn’t quite sure how to interpret his comment, his vulnerability making her feel somewhat…unsettled. On one hand, she had this nagging feeling that there was possibly more to this upcoming meeting with Sera than he was letting on. On the other hand, given the size of his ego, it was no shock to her that he wanted to prove that he was excelling at his job, and she could just be overanalysing the situation.

“I don’t think you’re a huge fuck-up,” she said slowly, choosing her words carefully, so as not to set him off. “I think, um… well, you’re a…good boss.” She kept her eyes down as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, not wanting to make eye contact. Complimenting others wasn’t something that came naturally to her. Especially not when it came to Adam.

He snorted, sliding off her desk. “No shit. I’m the best you’ll ever have, and don’t you fucking forget it. Why are you acting weird?”

“I’m not acting weird,” she said defensively, crossing her arms. “I was just trying to be nice.”

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he said, turning to stare her dead in the eye, “you’re not a nice kind of girl, Lute.”

She bristled, unsure of the point he was trying to make. It wasn’t like he was being untruthful. She wasn’t the type to be overly kind or caring for others. That wasn’t exactly uncommon knowledge.

Still, having it pointed out to her stung slightly.

Refusing to break eye contact, she rested her forearms on her desk and leaned forward, looking up at him. “No. I’m not a nice girl, Sir,” she said quietly, her tone surprisingly measured. “If that’s what you’re after, I’d suggest -”

“I don’t know what is up with you today,” he interrupted, rolling his eyes as he strode towards the door, “but snap the fuck out of it, Lute, I’m getting sick of your shit today. You coming to give the others the good news, or not?”

Lute sighed and rose from her seat, making to follow him.

“Yes, Sir. Let’s go.”

***

Training Hall, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

Adam, for the life of him, could not figure out what was up Lute’s ass that morning.

Or, most mornings since that night.

Which was really fucking annoying, considering she had been the one who insisted they forget about their little moment. Pretend it never happened, or whatever the hell it was that she’d said.

Truthfully, he was actually really good at pretending encounters with women had never happened. Mostly it was because they mistook a one-night stand for something more and would get real fucking clingy and annoying about it, and eventually he’d have to ghost them so they’d take a hint.

What he hadn’t been expecting was for it to sting when the tables turned, and suddenly he was on the receiving end of being cast aside. The kicker? He’d gone out on a fucking limb and revealed a part of himself to her that he’d never shown anybody he’d been with before.

And she didn’t even care. She just… dismissed him, like he was some kind of toy that a child grew tired of and discarded. If his success didn’t depend on her compliance, he would have fucked her off like the rest of them. Instead, he kept things pleasant and civil at work, if only to keep her on-side until the next Extermination Day. After that, he could dispose of her as needed, never to speak to her again.

After all, it was what she wanted.

But was it what he wanted?

He snuck a glance at her as they stood before the rest of the Exorcist army, waiting for their fellow soldiers to fall into line before they delivered the good news about their updated training schedule. The group was chatty today, excitedly talking amongst themselves as they arranged themselves into neat rows, awaiting further instruction.

She was looking steelily ahead, expression blank. That was nothing new when she stood in front of her peers - she’d always made a point of keeping her distance from most of the girls, save for Vaggie. Her hands were fisted, meeting at the small of her back, knuckles pressed together.

Despite her rigidity, and his irritation, he found himself wanting to touch her, to see if she’d soften for him once more. Their brief exchange as he sat on her desk earlier that morning had been a pleasant reminder that she wasn’t all work and no play. Too bad there were hundreds of women before them, waiting patiently for further directions from him, and he had to keep his hands to himself.

Though, since when did something insignificant like an audience ever stop him from doing what he wanted?

Leaning towards Lute, he placed a hand over where her knuckles pressed together, letting his fingers close gently over her fists. She inhaled sharply through her nose, holding her breath as her golden eyes flickered briefly in his direction.

“Really?” she murmured out of the corner of her mouth, eyes darting back to the Exorcists, “Here? Now?”

“You good for me to start?” he asked, ignoring her questions, instead squeezing her hands slightly. They twitched in response, her fists softening underneath his grasp.

“Yes,” she answered quietly, her voice slightly breathy as he felt her unfurl one of her fingers to lightly graze his palm, her touch sending a warm feeling through his body.

That was all the confirmation he needed. Just like he hadn’t forgotten what happened between them, neither had she. And judging by her response, the way that she hadn’t pushed him away or given him attitude but instead let him hold her hand, it seemed she very much fondly remembered that night, too.

He tightened his grip again, giving her hands one last squeeze before reluctantly letting go and stepping forward to address his awaiting army.

“Alright, listen up girls,” Adam started, pacing the floor in front of the rest of the exorcists. “You’ve made great progress over the past few months. I’m impressed. You impressed, Lute?”

Stiff as a board once again, she nodded twice, remaining silent.

“Too fucking right, you are. Anyways ladies, your lieutenant and I have decided that as of next week, we’re moving on to weapons training earlier than expected. You bitches have earned it.”

He grinned as the Exorcists whooped and cheered, fist-bumping and high-fiving one another as they celebrated their progression.

“Alright, alright, settle the fuck down. Today, we’re changing it up. Instead of your usual drills, we’re going to run a little competition.”

“Competition, Sir?” Lute asked, stepping forward so she stood next to him. She frowned, staring up at him. “I don’t recall discussing this.”

“That’s because we didn’t.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, glaring, and he flashed her a grin in response.

“Sir. We were going to do a recap on what we’ve achieved so far.”

“What the fuck for? Why not get them to demonstrate what we’ve taught them, instead? Ladies,” Adam turned to readdress the crowd. “You’re going to split off into pairs and, using the skills your lieutenant and I have drilled into you this off-season, will spar one another. The way we determine a winner is easy as fuck; the first to draw the opponent’s blood will move on to the next round; the loser is out of the competition.”

“Sir. Who is going to clean up the blood?” Lute demanded, crossing her arms. “I hardly think -”

“Chill, Lute. The overall winner gets to pick three people of her choosing to clean up after.”

“If I win, I’m going to pick you, Sir!” one of the Exorcists called, causing an eruption of laughter from her sisters. Adam snorted.

“Harley, it’s a goddamn miracle that Sinners can’t hurt us, because you’d be fucked come Extermination Day. There’s no chance you’re winning this one, babe. Any other questions while we’re at it?”

Layla threw her hand up in the air with so much enthusiasm she almost knocked Vaggie over.

“What, Sugartits?”

Layla tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I think you and Lute should give us a demonstration, Sir.”

Adam glanced down at Lute. If looks could kill, Layla would be lying dead on the floor because the look in Lute’s eyes was beyond murderous.

“That won’t be happening, Layla,” Lute snarled. Out of the corner of his eye, Adam could see she’d once again balled her hands into fists behind her back. “Your Commander has better things to do than -”

“Nah, fuck it Lutey, let’s do it. Ladies, go sit and stretch or whatever while we get ready.” He watched as the Exorcists began chatting amongst themselves as they meandered towards the back of the hall, banding together in groups of two or three before dropping to the floor, contorting their bodies into various stretches and holds.

“Sir -” Lute began to protest, but Adam held up a hand, silencing her.

“It’ll be fun,” he shrugged, “and besides, in the years we’ve worked together, I don’t think that we’ve ever sparred before.”

“That doesn’t mean now is the time to start,” she said, glaring up at him, “I hardly think that this is professional.”

Adam cocked an eyebrow at her. “Oh, so now you want to start acting professionally? Don’t you think it’s a bit fucking late for that?” He leaned closer, letting his hand close around both of hers again, unable to stop himself from touching her. He smirked, keeping his grip firm as she tried to jerk her hands free.

“I think you’ve forgotten our agreement,” she snapped, glowering up at him. “In case you don’t remember -”

“Oh, I remember the agreement, Lieutenant,” he whispered, lips brushing against her hair. “Unlike you, I’m just choosing not to forget what happened before that. Seems like you could use a recap, though.”

He let go, his hand creeping further up her back until his fingers slipped beneath the band of her crop top. Her body stiffened as she tensed her muscles - and yet, she still leaned backwards, ever so slightly, against his hand.

For somebody who wanted to forget, she sure had a fucking great memory.

She whipped her head around to face him so suddenly he was shocked she didn’t have whiplash, her lips only inches from his as they twisted into a snarl.

“You don’t get to do this to me,” she hissed, eyes boring into his so ferociously she could have burned holes through his mask. “Fuck you.”

“Fuck you, I do what I want. And you wish. Don’t you fucking try and deny it, either.”

“What does it matter? It’ll never happen.”

His fingers curled into her back, digging against her bare skin.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he muttered, his voice low and dangerous, “that pretty little mouth of yours might be telling me ‘no’, but your body was screaming ‘yes’ when I had you up against that fence.”

He could feel the heat radiating off her face as she gaped wordlessly at him, unable to respond.

“That’s what I thought,” he whispered, flatting his palm against her as he slid out from underneath her crop. He felt her shiver slightly as his hand trailed down her spine to rest at the small of her back, letting it linger there for a moment longer than necessary before reluctantly letting it drop.

The chokehold she had on him was beyond anything he’d ever experienced before, and it was getting harder and harder to control himself now that they’d started their back-and-forth again.

In a weird way, he’d missed trading blows with her. Missed how she kept him sharp and alert with that smart mouth of hers.

Lute turned her head away as she crossed her arms, her cheeks still flushed with warmth. “I hate you, Sir.”

“I don’t think that’s the case, babe,” he smirked, leaning closer and grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at him again. “I think you want me.”

Her golden eyes widened in shock as she parted her lips slightly in an almost-silent gasp, save for the small breath she sucked in. God, she was so tempting, like some kind of forbidden fruit he knew he shouldn’t taste, but desperately needed to.

How ironic.

“Hey - uh, Commander? Lute?” a tentative voice interrupted. “Do… you need a minute, or are you good to go?”

Adam scowled and let go of Lute, turning away from her. Fucking Vaggie interrupting them again. He was about to start berating her for being an insubordinate bitch, but a shaky voice stopped him.

“Thanks… Vaggie. We - we’re ready to start now.”

Lute pushed her hair out of her face and walked away from him, cracking her knuckles and flexing her wrists as she moved. She gave him a slight nod once she was in position, all traces of unease erased from her features as she fixed her steely gaze on him.

He couldn’t wait to rattle her again.

***

Lute kept her eyes trained firmly on Adam as she assessed his stance.

The fucker had the audacity to stand across from her, arms crossed over his chest as he smirked at her. Taunted her as he raised a hand and beckoned for her to approach with one finger.

He was such an asshole.

Ignoring him, she tried to focus instead on his weak points. He was slow, easily distracted and lazy. That could work in her favour if she kept her distance, eventually boring him with the lack of action and then picking her moment to strike.

Unfortunately for her, she could easily identify three key advantages he had over her: brute strength, the fact that he had not one inch of exposed skin for her to draw blood from, and if he managed to seduce her like he had earlier, it was game-fucking-over.

Maybe if she thought with her head, and not with other parts of her body, that third weakness of hers wouldn’t be such an issue. She snuck a glance at the Exorcists, who, given their snickering and whispering behind their hands, were evidently growing bored of the stand-off. Great. Now her peers thought she was useless.

She was going to have to make the first move, because he sure as hell wasn’t - which was unusual, given that in every other encounter they’d had, any escalation that had taken place stemmed from his initiation. But how would she do it?

Cautiously, Lute slowly moved towards Adam, not daring for a second to look away from him as she drew closer. Her heart raced as she approached, still unsure of what exactly she was going to do once she reached him.

“Didn’t take you long,” he drawled, grinning down at her, “but given our recent history, I didn’t think you would, babe. You can’t resist me.”

Lute’s eyes widened as a wave of inspiration hit her.

Her idea was… risky. It could very well backfire on her. And if it did, it was going to leave her sisters with some very, very interesting questions she was sure they would want answers to - answers she couldn’t give.

But if she pulled it off…

She turned to the crowd, searching for Vaggie’s face, hoping it would give her a surge of confidence.

Instead, she found Layla, sitting flat on the floor in a perfect middle split, hand propping her chin up, a smug grin plastered across her face. Lute narrowed her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to slap the smirk off that little bitch’s face. Dumb slut. Who the fuck did she think she was, suggesting that Lute and Adam spar? Did she know something?

Though, how could she? Lute hadn’t breathed a word of any of their encounters to anybody, not even Vaggie. Unless…

Her thoughts were interrupted as Adam grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her towards him, spinning so that his back faced the crowd, hiding her completely from their view.

“Too slow, babe,” he tutted, his mark flashing with excitement, “less time thinking, more time doing, Lieutenant.” With a flick of his hand, he sent Lute flying across the room, and she had to roll into the movement to avoid injury.

Crouching as she steadied herself, she furrowed her brows as she desperately tried to figure out the quickest way to execute her plan. Taking it slow was out of the question - she’d just have to go for it, all guns blazing.

She rose and approached Adam again, this time throwing caution to the wind and sprinting towards him, gaining speed so that when she threw herself at him, the momentum propelled her to land her shot as she gripped his neck and wrapped her legs firmly around his waist.

His hands - by instinct, perhaps, or otherwise - flew up to hold the outside of her hips and Lute heard the crowd gasp. She couldn’t tell if they were scandalised or impressed and in the heat of the moment, she really couldn’t give a fuck which one it was.

Leaning into the side of his head, she whispered, “Given you’re refusing to forget how much you enjoyed this last time, I thought I’d give you a little reminder before I kick your ass.”

She really hoped he couldn’t feel the heat emanating from her face, or that anybody else could tell she was so incredibly flushed she felt like she was burning brighter and hotter than the sun. That would be embarrassing.

Adam gripped her tighter, shifting so that his face was so close to hers she could see her breath fogging up the screen of his mask when she breathed.

“When will you ever fucking learn that running your mouth like that always gets you into trouble?”

“I believe it wasn’t my mouth that escalated things between us last time, Sir.” Lute let one of her hands cup the side of his face, and she was almost caught off-guard when she felt him lean into her touch. “But then again, why let the truth get in the way of a good story?”

For a moment - it could have been seconds, or possibly even minutes, she couldn’t tell - they just stared at each other wordlessly, the only sound being made was that of their laboured breathing. Not that either of them had particularly over-exerted themselves.

There was an emotion lingering in their shared gaze that terrified her. It wasn’t hatred, or irritation, or even dislike. Frustratingly, she couldn’t place what exactly it was, or why it made her palms sweat, her heart race and liquid heat pool in her stomach all at the same time.

What Lute did know was that in this moment, she desperately wanted to rip that mask off his face so she could feel the heat of his skin against her hand again.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she forgot momentarily that she was in front of a crowd of hundreds - who had fallen dead silent - and that she was supposed to be winning a sparring contest against Adam. Most importantly, attempting to distract him by seduction was meant to be a tactical move only.

Which is why she was so easily flung into the air again, though this time she was too high up to roll safely, so instead, she focused on trying to land on her feet to avoid having to get up off the floor again. How humiliating that would be in front of the other Exorcists.

What was more embarrassing though, was the fact that she was so flustered she forgot to bend her knees to soften the impact, and her left foot made contact with the ground awkwardly, rolling inwards as she landed.

A white-hot pain seared through her ankle and she collapsed, screaming in agony as her body hit the floor.

She lay flat on her back for several seconds, trying to catch her breath, before she felt somebody squeeze her hand gently.

“Lute? You okay?” Vaggie asked, her large eyes full of concern. “Do we need to take you to see somebody, or -”

“I’m good,” Lute rasped, sitting up slowly, her ankle now throbbing. She peered down at it and winced at the swelling that had already started. It was already considerably larger than her other ankle, and based on other injuries she’d had previously, she knew that it was only going to get significantly worse over a matter of days.

“It doesn’t look good,” Vaggie said cautiously, “how about I get you up and I’ll take a closer look?”

Lute nodded, and drew her other leg up so her foot was flat on her floor, ready to use it to push herself upwards. Vaggie grabbed her upper arm, and Lute braced herself, ready to be lifted when she felt another pair of hands hold her other arm, and without looking, she knew who it was by the roughness of his grip.

“Not you,” she groaned, embarrassed, as Vaggie and Adam hoisted her up into a standing position. “Have you come over just to rub it in? To gloat about how you’ve won?”

“Normally, abso-fucking-lutely, but you’re actually kinda hurt here, babe,” Adam said, his tone oddly grim. “I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you’re not gonna be able to walk on that for at least a week. And besides, I didn’t win, you got injured but no blood was drawn. There’s no winner.”

“I’m not injured, I’m fine!” Lute insisted angrily, yanking her arm out of Adam’s grasp. “I’ve been through worse, you’ve seen the state of my body.” She immediately groaned, her face flushing with embarrassment at her slip up. “Don’t say-”

“Not touching that with a ten foot pole, unless it’s my ten-foot pole - though, you almost got to- ow!”

Lute swiftly gut-punched him before he could let anything else slip. She cast a quick, worried glance at Vaggie, who was kneeling on the floor, gently inspecting her injury.

If she’d heard Adam, she thankfully hadn’t taken any notice.

“It’s pretty swollen, Lute,” said Vaggie tentatively, looking up. “Can you put pressure on it?”

Lute gingerly placed her foot on the ground, hissing at the sharp, shooting pain that radiated from deep within her ankle as she stumbled. Both Adam and Vaggie moved to grab her; Vaggie leaping up from her kneeling position so Lute could use her shoulder as a crutch, while Adam caught her by the upper arm, gripping her firmly.

Lute seethed at all the unnecessary attention this silly inconvenience was attracting. The last thing she wanted in front of Adam was to appear weak. Especially considering this was all his fault. His and Layla’s.

“That’s a hard no,” Adam said, waiting until Lute steadied herself before relaxing his hold on her. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re kinda fucked here, babe.”

“In case you’ve forgotten,” Lute snarled, clenching her fists as another wave of pain washed over her, “I’m an angel and I have wings. I’ll be fine.”

“You won’t be able to fly around your apartment though, it’s tiny,” Vaggie pointed out. “And by the looks of the swelling and bruising, you’ll be out of action for at least a week. Plus, having your ankle just dangling in the air won’t be good for it. Come stay with me. I can at least help you get around.”

Adam snorted. “You’re all of, like, four foot nothing, Vag. What help are you gonna be?”

Vaggie narrowed her eyes at him, drawing her shoulders back defensively. “And you think you could do a better job?”

“Yeah, I think I could, actually,” he replied, his tone bored. “My place is bigger than yours and besides, Lute would love to spend a week in my bed, wouldn’t you, Lutey?”

Lute threw him a withering look, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks at his suggestion. How dare he think now was an appropriate time to make such a joke? After everything that had happened leading up to this moment?

And to do it in front of Vaggie, no less. The next time she was alone with him, she was going to let him have it for making such a risky comment.

“You are such a creep,” Vaggie scowled. “You might have the rest of the army dickmatised, but if there’s one Exorcist you’ll never have a shot with, it’s Lute.”

Lute squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block their bickering out. This discussion couldn’t be happening right now, not while she was in excruciating pain. She desperately needed to make eye contact with Adam to silently beg him, for once, to shut the fuck up and not bite back. She opened her eyes and shot him a pleading look, mouthing ‘stop’ as subtly as she could.

He opened his mouth to respond, but shut it again. Thankfully, he kept it closed and didn’t say anything further.

If he did, Vaggie would know something had happened between them. And then she’d never hear the end of it. Never stop feeling the judgement.

“I can take care of myself,” Lute blurted out desperately, running a hand through her hair. “Look - let me try walking again.” Before either Vaggie or Adam could argue, she inhaled sharply, bracing herself for the pain as she moved forward…

…and promptly hit the deck as her leg gave out from underneath her, screaming as a fresh wave of pain seared through her foot like a hot knife had sliced it open. She clutched at her ankle, wincing. It had to be at least twice the size of her other one.

“You dumb bitch,” Adam swore, and Lute felt his hands grab hold of her and scoop her into his arms. She resisted the urge to grab onto his robes, or fling her arms around his neck, instead opting to fold them across her middle, hands gripping her biceps. “You just don’t know when to fucking quit, do you? No one thinks you’re a badass for ignoring an injury like this, they just think you’re an idiot.”

She said nothing; instead, she chose to glare up at him, silently hoping he choked on a rib bone the next time he ordered them at his favourite restaurant.

“Stop pouting like a fucking baby, Lute.”

Lute hissed and gripped her arms tighter. This injury wasn’t fair. The way she was being coddled was stupid. Why couldn’t she just use crutches like any other angel with an injury?

Then she realised. Other angels didn’t get injured like the Exorcists did. Crutches weren’t a thing in Heaven; she’d only known about them because she’d seen crippled Sinners using them in Hell to get around. Usually before she’d put them out of their misery.

Here though… Medical aid like crutches didn’t need to be a thing. It was Heaven.

“Where are you taking her?” Vaggie demanded, crossing her arms. “She can’t go home on her own.”

“Calm down, she’s not going to go home alone” Adam rolled his eyes, looking down at Lute.

Surely - he couldn’t -

“Because she’s going to come home with me.”

Come home with me.

He’d just uttered the same words that had haunted her for the past two months. The same words that she replayed in her mind as she tried to dissect how their relationship had shifted so significantly. Tried to figure out how Adam went from just being a mildly annoying boss to a mildly annoying boss that she wanted to absolutely devour her.

It was only a matter of time before she was no longer able to fight it. Given she was about to spend an indefinite amount of time living under the same roof, that time was drawing nearer and nearer.

The frustrating part was that she didn’t want to resist her desires anymore. But she had to.

He was her boss, and she reported to him. That was all their relationship should be.

But after this…

Lute shivered involuntarily. She didn’t want to think about it. The thought of their dynamic changing again terrified her. Especially if something happened that neither of them could come back from.

Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled deeply. “Can we just think about this logically for a second? Where the fuck is she going to sleep?”

“Pay attention Vag, I already told you, she’s going to sleep in my bed. And before you get your fucking panties in a twist and need one of the girls to help you untangle them, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Vaggie ignored him, instead turning her attention to Lute. “Are you okay with this?” She demanded. “Lute, just tell me if you don’t want to go with him, and I’ll take care of you.”

“I’m okay. I can handle it,” Lute gave Vaggie a smile that she hoped looked convincing, but deep down she knew it was a woeful attempt. “My apartment key is in my bag - could you - ”

“Of course. Just… text me if there’s anything in particular you need. And you,” Vaggie rounded on Adam, pointing at him, her teeth bared. “You do a single thing to hurt her, or make her recovery worse and I will personally rip off your arm, shove it up your ass then stick my arm so far down your throat I can shake your fucking hand. Got it?”

Adam winced. “Fucking hell, no wonder you two get along. You’re both fucked in the head.”

Lute felt his grip on her tighten as he strode away from Vaggie and out the door of the training hall, and she prayed for a miracle to help her survive living under the same roof as Adam for the unforeseeable future

And by survive, she really meant ‘not sleeping with him’.

***

Next time: how do your favourite angels fare living under the same roof?

Love me a little bit of close proximity!

#hazbin hotel #adam x lute #guardrock #guitarspear #guitarspear fic #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin lute

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nishloves · 1 year

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𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄!

f!reader x kyojuro rengoku // fluff, angst, smut (later in the series - skippable) // spoilers ahead! // masterlist

s y n o p s i s : the flame hashira said that you were like a sun; cheerful, warm and positive; it was the weirdest correlation you had heard but then, you strangely aspired to be as cheerful as rengoku made you out to be, which was weird because who could be positive in this cruel world? then you realised that maybe you were just fucked because of human emotions :)

w a r n i n g s (p a r t 1) : blood

w o r d s : 2k (approx.)

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | (3-10 coming soon!)

when you saw him for the first time, you knew you could never even think to forget him, it was like looking at the sun, blinding and so empowering at the same time.

Your hands were covered with blood, were they ever not? Dirt hung onto your clothes as you remembered just how you hated it when you got dirty, but now it's your lifestyle. You couldn't remember the last time you had relaxed in these past months; more so when you had become a hashira.

The nichirin blade slashed through yet another demon's neck as you watch it disintegrate and wailing for someone to save him too.

You sheathed your sword back, your black and silver haori swirling as you walked away from the demon, his sobs deaf to your ears.

"Fifty eight now, was it?" You mumbled to yourself as you watched the kakushi clear out corpses of humans who had perished before you came to their aid.

The demon wasn't even a kizuki.

You sighed as you sat on a nearby bench, your eyes fluttering close as you clutched your blade closer to yourself.

One more, kill more. More and more. Until you're a pillar, until you're strong enough— strong enough for him.

Now what? What after that?

"y/n san! Looks like you have finished your work!"

You opened an eye.

"Mitsuri," you smiled at the girl who beamed at you and pulled your hand towards herself, her soft palm enveloping yours.

"Wah! I really do love it when you call me by my name!" Mitsuri grinned as she leaned into you, her pink hair tickling your cheeks as you laughed.

"Isn't that why I call you, Mitsuri?"

The pinkette grinned at you as she fished out Sakura mochi for you, not again.

"You're taking up too much work, y/n san, you should rest once a while," she smiled at you passing on the dessert.

Rest, was it?

You weren't like this, you weren't a person who desired to overwork themselves to the bone, hell you've always wanted to run away from work yet now, when you have finally attained your goal, you're so scared that it will all slip away, slip away from your grasp as you stop to take a breath.

Was it enough? Was it really enough?

You didn't have any noble goals like other hashira, you just wanted to feel useful. Just that. You didn't really care about demons before you joined the corps, you don't even hate them right now— it wasn't their fault that they were turned into these disgraceful creatures.

"Are you in your head again?"

"Sorry Mitsuri, I am- just tired, yeah," you tried to smile at the newest hashira. You really did adore her a lot.

"Well! That's why I always ask you to take breaks! You wouldn't even stop exercising at the training centre!"

"Don't worry about me." You chuckled, "What are you doing here?"

"Oh OH i was on a mission and wow, that demon was really powerful, not a kizuki but strong! My kasugai told me that you're nearby so, after killing him, i came to meet you!" She exclaimed, her palms fisted in excitement as she blushed at you.

Y/N SAN IS SO HOT WHEN SHE'S CONCENTRATING!

"Oh yeah? You did well, Mitsuri!"

MARRY ME Y/N SAN!

"Thankyou so much, Y/N SAN!"

You laughed as you laid your head on the bench's headrest, your eyes closing by themselves as you realised just how worn out you felt from over three weeks long back to back missions.

"Oh? Rengoku san!"

Ren... goku san? Oh my god, Rengoku-san! Was I drooling? Do I look too much like a mess? AAAH! What should I do!?

"Kanroji! and l/n-kun!" You startled awake as you heard his booming voice, suddenly much more conscious about your appearance.

Did you smell? Was your haori too dirty? Did you burn your hair during the fight?

"Good morning, Rengoku-san," you smiled, trying to ease your mind, you're a slayer for god's sake, you can't look good after a fight!

"What are you doing here, Rengoku-san?" Mitsuri asked, passing another mochi to him as he gratefully took out and squeaked out a very loud "delicious" before answering.

You really wanted to sleep.

"I got a two day holiday because my mission went over a month! So I went out to walk."

"In a demon infested area?" You unintentionally mocked as you saw Rengoku's ears turning pink, he's gonna hate you now, isn't he?

"You got me there, l/n kun, as expected of your smarts!"

I am not really that bright though?

"I came here to meet you, l/n kun, it's been so long since we last caught up!" He said enthusiastically as his eyes trailed on your exhausted figure.

"Or let's not, i shall walk you to your cottage; you really need sleep," his bushy brows furrowed as he leaned down to examine you, his hand outstretched as if waiting for you to ask him for help.

"O-oh, I-I forgot that Iguro san was waiting for me at-at another city!" Mitsuri shreiked as she got up from the bench, fumbling and running away before you or Rengoku could say any word.

"Weird."

"Not really, Iguro-kun doesn't like waiting on others."

"I.." your speech faltered, did it even matter what you wanted to say?

You focused your eyes on the glinting red orbs of Rengoku as warmth spread over you; how could a pair of eyes be so earnest?

You slipped your hand in his.

"Thankyou for taking care of me, Rengoku-san."

"No worries, l/n-kun! We are friends right!?"

Friends, yes. Friends. You pursed your lips to refrain from showing any disappointment.

"Come on, don't look so glum, i will treat you to lunch!"

"LET'S GO RENGOKU SAN!"

"That was very fulfilling," you replied after an amazing (and embarssing because he wouldn't stop saying umai) lunch as you walked with Rengoku, his cheerful smile plastered on his face. You didn't know you were that hungry.

"Ha ha I know right? They have the best soba," Rengoku said, his hands buried under the cuffs of his kimono as you blushed slightly.

"Break day for y/n! Break day for y/n!" Your kasugai crow chirped as you winced at your bird, who flew and sat straight on your shoulders.

How far was your house?

"Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah i am," you tried to smile, you really did.

"But, you don't look fine at all," Rengoku said, directly looking at you, "I am sorry for overexerting you."

"Not at all!" You retorted, your hands flailing in the air as you scared your kasugai off who squeaked and flew off to a new tree... you would say sorry later. "I am so glad that you treated me to a meal! I'm pretty sure that i would have stayed hungry by myself." Because I'm too lazy to cook.

"You shouldn't stay hungry l/n-kun, We are hashiras! we should eat fully and keep track of our healths!" Rengoku remarked, his gaze travelling to your dark circles and your worn out haori.

"Come."

What?

"Come."

What was Rengoku doing?

He crouched right there in front of you, his hands at his behind, "Come on, i will give you a ride!"

"W-we could call a cab! You don't need to do this!" You tried to explain, your face flushed as you looked at the gentleman who laughed at your stammering.

"And waste fuel for some measly three kilometer walk? We shouldn't do that! Now climb over, it's a way of me saying sorry for pushing you to get a meal."

You pursed your lips and climbed on Rengoku's back, your arms around his neck and his hand situating securely on your thighs as you blushed and looked away to watch the sidewalk.

"You didn't push me to get a meal, Rengoku-san; I was quite happy when you asked me to," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper as you could feel his grip tighten slightly.

"I see! Still, let me help you, you just finished your mission!"

You let go of your complaints, you didn't want to make a good one either; you cherished the little yet meaningful time you spent with the hashira, his laugh and smiles always seeping warmth into your body, he could calm your very soul.

You leaned your head on his shoulder.

"Thank-you so much, Rengoku san."

"No worries, y/n!"

You didn't hear him saying your name as your eyes dropped and you drifted to sleep on the most reliable back of the world.

You remembered when you first met Rengoku, on the footholds of mount Fujikasane, among the numerous wisteria leaves as a particular bright haired man stood out amongst the crowd. You sensed that he could clear the selection easily.

"Me?" You heard his boisterous laugh, "Oh, I practice Flame breathing!"

Your family wasn't really affiliated to the demon slayer corps before you so it was a given that you didn't recognise the peculiar mane of hair, you wondered just why was this man so popular? But, it wasn't as if people like you would be, so you didn't complain; you remember sitting on the ground and trying to conserve your energy as pupils around you either chatted to relieve their nerves or had their teeth jittering.

You remembered the way his red eyes made contact with yours mere moments before the final selection started, he sent a nod towards you, as if wishing you all the luck, you could only nod back.

The week in the mountain was... a blur. You remember slashing off numerous demons, and hiding on the top of the trees or resting on open grounds during the day to save your energy. You and the demons both moved at night. Strangely, you didn't meet any slayer after the two initial days not that you cared a lot, but you found yourself wondering about the whereabouts of the flame breather. If he was... alright.

Only six had made out, one of them being you and the other being Rengoku, two of the other four being lucky enough to be saved by him.

You could see that he actually spent his whole time killing demons and saving people.

You scoffed, this was the final selection, if not now, they would die later, would he be there to save them again?

You remembered the way he trudged towards you, a gigantic smile on his face as he laughed, "I knew you would make it!"

Your heart melted.

"Why did you think so?" You asked in a small voice, intimidated by his happy demeanor as he said, "You look like you are very strong, and guess, I was right!"

You blinked at him.

"It's nice that you made it out too," really, is this the best that I can offer?

"Right? Let's save the weak!"

"Yeah... sure."

"l/n kun?" Was this sixteen year old's voice always this bold?

"l/n kun!" Wait, you didn't tell him your name yet in this flashback!

"l/n? Wake up!" The boy of your dreams who had just escaped Mt. Fujikasane shook you as your eyes shot open.

"AAAAAAAAH!" You cried out!

"AAAAAAAH!" He screamed too.

You looked at him, "Why are you screaming?"

"Why were you screaming? Did you have a nightmare?" The now man of your dreams asked, his brows furrowed in concern.

Yeah, it was a dream alright.

"Not really, it was fine- my dream was fine," you mumbled, your eyes adjusting to the light as you looked around the room; was it your living room? You frantically looked out of the window, it was dark!?

"Oh yes, here!" Rengoku passed your keys to you.

"You gave them to me while you were asleep! And then you said something about turning on the porch light?"

You didn't remember any of it.

Looking at your incredulous face, Rengoku laughed, "You don't remember?"

"I don't," you admitted abashedly. "What else did I ask you to do?"

"Nothing really, you said that I don't need to worry about you and that I can go, you even came to see me off and closed the doors after I left!"

"I-I did?"

"Yes! I asked you to lock the gates too!"

"I don't think I locked them," you winced.

"You didn't! I came to check up on you because you looked sick, and the door was unlocked, i thought an intruder had entered your house so I trespassed your property, sorry for that!"

"It's alright—"

"But then I saw you sleeping at your front porch, so I brought you in!"

You smacked your head, could you be any more embarrassing than this?

"I'm so sorry, Rengoku san—"

"It's alright, l/n kun! I like taking care of you!"

Your cheeks flushed as your eyes widened slightly, what virtues might you have done to ever meet a man like this?

"Thank you so much then," you could only offer him a smile for keeping up with you.

He grinned.

"Your house is... nice," he mumbled, looking around the garden where a bunch of colorful flowers were carefully planted to follow a colour scheme.

"Thank...you?"

"No- I mean, your cottage—though small, is cozy and warm, it's almost like... home," he muttered his red eyes shining under the red hues of setting sun as he looked at you and gave you the warmest smile.

Did you really need sun if you have him?

"There's also this scent of cinnamon, I noticed it quite earlier but I can't find the root of it! Your house feels quite like home."

A bashful giggle erupted from your chest as you looked at his glistening hair against the sunlight, he was glowing, glowing in front of you.

"I bought cinnamon seeds to try and grow in my backyard and well, I got sidetracked so I—" you stood up, a blush caressing your face as you pulled out a drawer, which was full of bundles of cinnamon. "I-I liked their smell a lot!"

It was now Rengoku's turn to laugh, his eyes crinkling with delight as he took the support of the wooden floor he was sitting on.

"I see, l/n kun; you're a hoarder!"

"I am not!"

"But you are!"

You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment as you retorted quite chidlikely, "What's wrong in keeping more of things that you like? Huh!?"

"Nothing, I guess," he smiled at you, "It's good to keep things and people you like close to you, it makes you happier, stronger and more determined, because now you have more things to go back to."

You watched his face from the gaps between your fingers, he had such a calm smile that your heart fluttered like a giddy teenager's yet you felt more safe than nervous with him.

You pursed your lips, maybe if the situation of demons was over, maybe if you get stronger and on par with him, you would let him know of your feelings.

"Things and people to go back to," you mumbled, your eyes softening, "I suppose I do have them; but you have so many things to look forward to too, don't you Rengoku san?"

He looked straight at you with a faint smile on his face, "I do."

more at chapter 2!

this was a rather short chapter and I wanted to leave it at a heartwarming note so <3 hope you liked it and thankyou for giving this fic a chance!

kny tmi! - cannon (+added lore of the fic for y/n)

mitsuri was kyojuro's apprentice! she was 19 in the mugen train arc and rengoku was 20 and rengoku became a hashira while kanroji was still learning from him. considering that kanroji was 17 when she chose to work under demon slayer corps, rengoku became a hashira at 18! now rengoku and y/n's age in this fic is around the same but y/n isn't as strong as mitsuri or rengoku so it took her around three to four years to finally become a hashira while mitsuri took around 1-1½ years. but, y/n did become a hashira earlier than mitsuri, so we can assume that she became a hashira around 6-8 months before kanroji!

[ while rengoku defeated lower 2 of kizuki to become a hashira; y/n took the way of defeating fifty demons (which would take a normal and good slayer around five years)! y/n is talented but because she has people like rengoku, mitsuri and tokito around, she doesn't really realise that she does have a great deal of potential. ]

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mistiell · 2 years

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Strange Love Pt.2

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Healer! Reader

Summary: Your first day at the little palace goes relatively well. Until the General tells you that if you don’t take his offer to become an Oprichnik, you’ll be tried for treason.

Warnings: None as far as I’m aware

Word count: 2.3k

Part 1 < current > Part 3

The sun is just barely peeking through the window of your bedroom when you wake from a fitful sleep. The room is cold, the crisp chill of the steadily approaching Ravkan winter seeping through the glass panes of your window, forcing you further into your cocoon of blankets. After a nice long shower and some much needed dinner the night before, you'd returned to your room and passed out the moment your head had come into contact with your pillow.

With a sigh, you roll yourself onto your back, an arm thrown over your eyes to block out the annoying sliver of light that just so happens to be angled directly at your face. It can’t be later than six bells in the morning, breakfast won’t be served for at least another hour. You decide you might as well spend some time exploring. Getting to know the layout of the palace should aid you in escaping.

You roam the halls until breakfast, eating quickly before scurrying out of the dining hall. As confident as you are in your abilities, you feel it would be best to avoid Zoya for as long as possible. You’re halfway around a corner when you bump into someone, knocking you off balance.

When you regain your footing and open your mouth to apologise, you see the person you’ve just run into is none other than the heartrender you had rendered unconscious. He’s got a bandage on his forehead that you assume is because of you, “Oh, um… Hi.”

You offer him a nervous smile and he returns it, though his is a lot brighter than yours, “Hi. I’m Fedyor.”

Oh, so this is Fedyor. Great.

“Oh, Saints. Sorry for, uhm,” You point weakly at your own forehead to mirror where the bandage sits on his and he chuckles.

“It’s alright. I would have done the same.” His smile is contagious, but you still can’t help but feel bad.

“I can heal it for you, if you’d like.” He shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about it. I was actually going to head to the infirmary right after I fetched you for the General.”

“General Kirigan wants to see me?” You ask, stomach twisting up in a knot.

“During lunch, yes.” He states, sensing your hesitance, “It’s nothing bad. I think.”

That does nothing to quell your nerves, but you force a smile nonetheless, “Alright. Thank you for letting me know.”

“Of course. Anyway, I’m off to the infirmary. I’ll see you later?” His words fill you with a pleasant warmth, briefly wondering if you’d made a friend.

The feeling is quickly squashed when you remember you don’t plan on staying.

“Yeah.” Your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes, “Later.”

The hours after your encounter with Fedyor fly by. Practice in the anatomy room goes relatively smoothly. It seems your abilities are almost up to par with the others despite your lack of training, which is a pleasant surprise. Before you know it, lunch has rolled around and you find yourself standing outside of the war room.

You knock on the dark wooden doors, noting the carvings that mimic the ones to the dormitories, though this one bares a moon in eclipse. Your heart is thudding rapidly against your ribs when you hear the sound of his ‘Come in!’. You push them open and step through the doorway.

As you close the door behind you, your gaze roams over the room. There’s a large circular table in the centre of the room with what looks like well thought out plans scattered about the surface. Books and maps line the walls and the desk pressed against the far wall. It’s there that you spot the General sat looking over an important looking piece of parchment.

“General Kirigan.” He turns to you with a tiny smile that has you glancing over his shoulder to avoid eye contact, “You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Yes, I did.” He states, gesturing towards a chair he’d pulled up beside his desk, “Please, sit.”

You make your way over and sit down wordlessly, picking at the grey embroidery on your kefta.

“I want to discuss your place here.”

“I thought you didn’t owe me an explanation?” You smirk and he huffs a soft laugh.

“I don’t, but I didn’t think it would be fair to leave you in the dark.” He states, gaze shifting to be a little more serious, “Do you know how I choose my oprichniki?” You shake your head, “Skill is an important factor. Ivan and Fedyor are two of the most capable heartrenders I know. They’ve trained for years, honing and perfecting their skills. What I want to know is,” He stares at you as if you were a puzzle, trying to put you together while missing half the pieces, “How did you manage to overpower him so easily?”

You’re silent for a moment. Should you tell him? What could he really do with the information if you gave it to him?

“I sped up my heart rate while he was slowing it. It wasn’t exactly easy, but I managed it.” His brows raise ever so slightly. He hums, and you think he almost looks impressed. You feel an odd sense of pride swell in your chest and can’t help the cocky little smile that creeps up on your lips. “That’s why you want to make me an oprichnik, isn’t it? I impressed you.”

He hums again, this one sounding a little more apprehensive as he narrows his eyes at you. There’s still a slight curl to the corners of his mouth that tells you you haven’t crossed a line, “Something like that. Speaking of, that brings me to my next point. The second quality I look for is loyalty, which is arguably more important than the first.” The humour slips from his face, his gaze turning intense, “Before I can place you in this position, I have to make sure you don’t have any intention of leaking any…important information, to outside sources.”

“What makes you so sure I want to be placed in this position?” He looks back down at the papers on his desk and sighs.

“If you don’t accept the position, you’ll likely be tried for treason.”

“Treason?!” You exclaim before clearing your throat in an attempt to compose yourself, “I haven’t done anything to justify being tried for treason.”

“Helping Grisha flee the country means less soldiers in the King’s army, which hurts our chance at winning the war,” When he looks at you, there’s something akin to sympathy swirling in those dark eyes, “No matter how pure your intentions were, they won’t see it that way.”

Anxiety prickles under your skin at the thought, but you furrow your brows stubbornly, “I told you. I run a clinic. Wherever they end up after they leave my home has nothing to do with me.”

He realizes that whether you’re trying to stretch the truth or not, technically, you wouldn’t be lying. You really wouldn’t know where exactly your patients end up after they leave. Still, he doubts you’d win against the king, “Would you like to take your chances?”

There’s a beat of silence, and then you huff frustratedly, “No.”

“Then I suggest you do your best to prove yourself.”

You have to stop yourself from scoffing. You’ve never been one that likes to be given orders, something he picks up on when he sees the way your jaw works and the way you glare over his shoulder for a split second, “What exactly do I need to do to achieve that, sir?”

If he picks up on the passive aggressiveness of your tone, he doesn’t say anything, “Well for one, you’ll continue your training with the other Corporalki.”

Alright, that’s doable.

“You’ll also be helping me with some of my paperwork.”

“What?” You frown, confused, “Didn’t you just say you have to make sure I won’t leak anything?”

“I did, and I will.” He states. It’s infuriatingly vague, but you don’t press him. Instead, you sigh.

“When should I start?” He smiles a little, grateful for your cooperation.

“You’ll report here after dinner every evening starting tonight. As for how long you stay, that’s entirely up to you.”

You nod, “Is that all?”

He thinks for a moment before nodding back, “That’s all.”

You leave without another word.

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That evening after dinner, you find yourself outside the War Room once more. This time when you enter, the general is not sitting at his desk, nor is he standing at the war table. In fact, you’re unsure of whether or not you’ve got the time right—you swear it’s just after six bells in the evening—seeing as he doesn’t appear to be here at all.

You venture a little further into the room, hovering near his desk to skim some of the papers resting there. There’s a half finished letter sitting in the centre and you take a moment to admire the penmanship. His writing is rushed but admittedly very pretty as far as handwriting goes, the letters slender and slanted ever so slightly to the right.

There’s a distant thud to your right that sounds like a drawer closing and it’s then that you notice another door, one you hadn’t noticed when you’d been here earlier. It’s cracked open enough that when you lean forward over the desk to get a better look, you can see the corner of a bed and the edge of a dark wooden dresser. You lean a little further, placing a hand on the desk to brace yourself, and see someone standing in front of it. Someone who appears to be in the middle of getting dressed.

Your face flushes and you immediately right yourself as you realise that you’ve just seen none other than General Kirigan bare from the waist up. Granted, you only caught a glimpse of his back and shoulders, but it was enough to set your cheeks aflame and let loose a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

You back away from his desk and glance down at the papers again, finding a couple of the letters smudged a bit. A little panicked now, you look at your hands and find several backwards letters printed on your fingertips.

“Y/n.” You practically jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice, going completely rigid as you clasp your wrist behind your back and attempt to wipe the ink off on your kefta. He’s dressed now, donning a black robe that leaves a sliver of his collarbone visible. When you catch yourself staring, your gaze slides back up to his face and you find an amused smirk hung on his lips.

“Gen-,” Your voice cracks up an octave and you clear your throat, “General Kirigan.”

“I apologise for leaving you waiting. I wasn’t expecting you so soon.” He comes closer and you back up to let him pull out his chair and sit down. There’s an awkward pause where you simply stand there rocking back and forth on your heels until he gestures to the armchair, smiling at you, “You can sit down.”

“Oh, right.” You curse yourself for being so flustered as you settle into the chair, “So, what am I helping you with?”

“You’ll be reading over and summarising some documents for me.” He sets a fair sized stack of papers to the side of his desk closest to you and hands you a large notepad and a pen. He clears off a little space next to the papers for you and looks up at you apologetically, “I hope you don’t mind sharing a desk.”

You shrug your shoulders and shake your head, taking the pen and scooting the chair closer to the desk. The documents he has you reading over don’t seem to be incredibly important, and summarising them proves to be a relatively easy task.

As you sit there writing away, the general can’t help but glance at you out of the corner of his eye. Your brows are slanted downward ever so slightly in concentration, pen scratching against the parchment fast as you scrawl letters across the surface. He shakes his head subtly, turning his attention back to his own work.

Maybe two hours later, you sit back in your chair with a subtle huff and attempt to roll the stiffness out of your wrist.

“Perhaps we should take a break.” When you look up, you find the general leaned back in his own chair.

“That might be best.”

You take a few moments to look around the room once more, gaze landing on the nearest bookshelf and as you try to make out the titles from where you sit.

“Did you grow up in Duva?” He asks suddenly and you turn to him a little confused.

“Yes, why?” You answer hesitantly, unsure of his sudden interest in your life.

“Just curious.” He pauses, gaze flitting over your face, “I’d like to get to know you better.”

You pause and he notices the apprehensive look on your face. Still, you shrug, “What do you want to know?”

“What was it like living there?”

“It was just my mother and I and she rarely ever let me accompany her into town, so there really isn’t much to tell.” You state and he frowns.

“Why wouldn’t she let you go?” He asks and you shrug again.

“She said it was something about keeping me safe. Didn’t stop me from sneaking out when I was older, though.” You huff a soft laugh and he smiles at you before his brows furrow in confusion.

“You were alone when Zoya and the others found you.” He watches you tense and immediately regrets his words. A pained look flashes across your face before you will it to remain neutral.

You glance over his shoulder and swallow, “I was.”

There’s a moment of silence before the realisation dawns on him and a pang of sad understanding blooms in his chest, “I see.”

When you nod curtly and wordlessly return to your work, he takes it as a sign to stop talking and return to what he was doing. You only stay another hour before bidding him a rushed goodnight.

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seeing some of you getting snotty about people not having first aid kits & first aid training without advising people on what they should have/what they should know is doing my nut in. without further ado:

First Aid Kits (what should be in yours)

If you’re going to uni/moving out of home, you really ought to have a first aid kit. Small first aid kits are fairly inexpensive and come with basic first aid supplies.

Included in my first aid kit is:

1 card of paracetamol tablets

1 card of ibuprofen tablets

A length of gauze bandage

1 tube of topical antiseptic (I use Savlon or Germolene)

1 tube arnica/bruise cream

30x plasters, assorted sizes

5x long strip plasters

10x antiseptic wipes

3x individually sealed small sterile gauze pads (7cm x 7.5cm)

4 sterile small adhesive dressings (7cm x 5.3cm)

it’s a good idea to also have an emergency card in your first aid kit, with the contact details for your next of kin and any health conditions written on it. They usually come as part of first aid kits anyway, and have a little clear plastic pocket to keep them in.

Also, remember to replenish whatever you use from your kit, and to keep an eye on expiration dates of medications/ointments.

Medication management

If you’re on medication long term (antipsychotics, antidepressants, statins, anticonvulsants, immunosuppressants, insulin etc.) you should have a two week overlap period; where possible, you should order a refill of your medication two weeks before your current supply runs out, so that if there are supply issues, you’re not going to be left hanging.

I’m aware this might not be possible for Americans owing to insurance and reassessment (I’m UK based, and just have to refill by filling out a form available in my GP’s office) and for those on controlled medications (opiates, methadone treatment for addiction, ADHD meds etc).

If you have medication that only requires use in emergent circumstances (ie. an EpiPen or an asthma inhaler), keep track of the expiration dates, and order a refill of your medication ahead of time. Better to have an extra inhaler knocking about for a couple of weeks than to really need one and not have it.

First Aid for Dummies & How to Get First Aid Training

Aif you’re ‘fresh out the womb’ new to first aid, or live somewhere where medical care is inaccessible, I highly recommend Where There Is No Doctor by David Werner and Carol Thuman, which gives step by step guides from scratches, scrapes and rashes up to emergent wound care. It’s not an exaggeration to say that that book kept me and my siblings alive for the first few years of our existencewhen we lived on the edge of the Kalahari 120 miles from the nearest hospital.

few bits and pieces of first aid I’ve picked up, both from training and being the world’s clumsiest son of a bitch:

Z-wrapping for wrists and ankles, especially if you’re prone to sprains. I don’t know how to explain this in a coherent way, so I’ve linked a video of how to do it.

For deep cuts or wounds that bleed a lot, you need to apply pressure and elevate the injury above the heart. It takes a nearly comically small amount of blood loss to become life threatening (blood loss equivalent to half a coke can is considered life threatening in adults) - if the blood is bright red, spurting/gushing, and the blood loss is uncontrolled, or if you have a clotting condition like haemophilia, you need to get to an urgent care centre yesterday. Call 999/911, maintain hard pressure over the wound, and keep the person calm and talking.

If someone has been stabbed an the knife is still in situ, for the love of God do not pull out the knife, or let them pull out the knife. It’s impossible to know what’s been hit without imaging, the knife acts as a seal in the wound; haemorrhage or massive internal injury are not situations you want to be dealing with outside of an acute trauma care setting. Call 999/911 immediately, and keep the injured person calm.

Learn how to recognise the signs of overdose. I went to a Midlands uni that had a reputation as a party uni, and hearing through the grapevine about ODs on nights out wasn’t uncommon. Narcan/Naloxone is a controlled substance in the UK so can’t be bought OTC, but I know it’s available to buy OTC in some parts of America and Canada. If you can, please consider carrying naloxone. If you witness an OD, call 999/911 immediately, and try to keep the person alert. If you have it, administer Narcan.

Don’t fuck with sepsis or meningitis. These diseases move fast, and can turn you into a past participle in as little as 12 hours. Get your MenACWY vaccine, know the symptoms, and call 999/911 immediately if you have the symptoms, especially if there’s been an outbreak in your area or you’ve had close contact with someone who is infected.

If you get bitten by a wild animal, (fox, bat, dog, raccoon…whatever) flushing the wound with water and then getting to A&E needs to become your number one priority. Tetanus, rabies and capnocytophaga infection are no joke: you need boosters/antibodies and antibiotics as a matter of urgency.

Finally, don’t be a hero. You are not John Wick. If someone is injured in an actively dangerous location or situation, the only thing you ought to do is call 999.

You really and truly don’t need to be able to pull a Hawkeye Pierce; the whole point of first aid is that it’s the first line of aid, and gets you to A&E or Minor Injuries so that you can receive professional medical attention.

That said, having a first aid training is incredibly valuable, both because you never know when some fuck shit is about to happen, and because by law most workplaces are supposed to have at least one first aider on staff, so it gives your CV an edge.

In the UK, the St. John Ambulance Trust offers workplace first aid certification, annual refreshers, sports first aid training, AED use & CPR certification and mental health first aid training.

You can also get personal first aid training for adults, children and babies with the British Red Cross for the cost of £37.50, as well as certified workplace first aid certification from £165.

The British Heart Foundation offer CPR training for free via their RevivR program; it takes 15 minutes, and can be used for workplace certification.

#em.txt #first aid #life skills #the fact some of you man were shouting at people for not having *tournequets* at home is a madness.#I’m begging you to pattern up and teach people the basics before you get on ur high horse and bust out the fucking Whiskey #68Whiskey ‘first aid in a war zone’ shit #remember most people don’t get taught this in schools. have some compassion abeg.#usual disclaimer of ‘lab based medicine training; not squishy actively bleeding people medical training’ applies #adventures in biomed #em’s unfortunate childhood comes in clutch yet again lmfao #medicine #street medicine #survival #resources

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Updated: September 17, 2024

Reworked Group #3: Peregrine Falcons Squad

Overview

Shortly after the establishment of the Regular Army, the Joint Military Police Headquarters assisted the Regular Army in dismantling a transnational drug trafficking organisation led by a corrupt North American politician. Recognizing the benefits of a strategic partnership, the Chief of the Regular Army and the Joint Military Police Headquarters formed an agreement to establish an elite task force. This specialised unit would handle high-risk situations requiring indirect or covert intervention, beyond the scope of conventional military operations. The newly founded elite task force branch would be called the Peregrine Falcons Squad and became the Regular Army's first special forces unit.

As part of their affiliation with the Joint Military Police Headquarters, they serve as highly trained soldiers supporting global law enforcement. They assist police officers from various countries with transnational criminal issues and global security threats. They also aid in preventing global terrorist threats and combating warfare waged by highly dangerous groups.

Insignia

It features a two-engrailed shield outlined in gold, divided into three columns: saffron-yellow on the right side, emerald green in the centre, and crimson on the left side. The initials "P.F." are rendered in dark silver, separated by a gold bullet, and surmounted by a downward-facing sword with a ruddy blue hilt, positioned behind the shield. A circular wreath of laurel leaves encircles the shield, evoking the image of the sun rising over the horizon. Two stylized peregrine falcons with ruddy blue eyes stand guard on either side of the shield, adopting a heraldic pose.

P.F. Squad Base

The Joint Military Police Headquarters is situated adjacent to the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. base, nestled deep within a dense forest in Northern Russia. It’s a high-security, hexagonal-shaped facility equipped with an advanced camouflage system that can adapt and change its exterior appearance to blend seamlessly with its surroundings, mimicking rocky, snowy, and greenery hues. he compound is reinforced with multiple surveillance posts, each manned by expertly trained snipers. Additionally, it features security cameras integrated with non-lethal deterrents and advanced perimeter defence systems, equipped with intrusion detection and rapid response capabilities. Within the compound lies the following facilities:

A Defence Department that serves as a centralised hub for strategic planning, operational command, and tactical control.

A well-maintained barracks for military personnel, providing a safe and functional living environment.

A Combat Academy, led by Sophia Greenville, featuring advanced combat training centre, a simulated warfare environment, a tactical operations centre, a physical conditioning gym, and a medical and recovery wing.

A secure storage facility for firearms, ammunition, and tactical gear with strict access control and inventory management.

A maintenance and storage facility for military vehicles, ensuring readiness and operational capability.

A secure conference facility for senior leaders to conduct high-level briefings, financial planning, and strategic sessions.

A restricted briefing area for P.F. Squad commanders and elite operatives to plan missions, share intelligence, and coordinate tactical operations.

A self-sustaining military city, fully equipped and trained to respond to emerging threats with rapid deployment capability.

Marco’s Base

It's worth noting that the P.F. Squad operates multiple bases worldwide, all of which are named after birds of prey, such as Condor Operations Base, Hierofalcon Operations Base, or Goshawk Operations Base.

Owned by the P.F. Squad, the Sparrowhawk Operations Base, hidden in a forested mountain in an unoccupied area of Britain, serves as the residence for Marco, Eri and her team of rebel Ptolemaic troops, Tarma, Fio, Trevor, Nadia, Ralf, Clark, Tequila, Gimlet, and Red Eye. It’s camouflaged to blend seamlessly into its surroundings, serving as the nerve centre for their operations. They have a nearby landing pad, camouflaged by a thicket of trees, allowing aircraft to land undetected. The base features multiple facilities:

A large, circular room equipped with eighteen business chairs, a holographic display table, a large cork board for investigative purposes, and multiple maps for various missions, serving as a central hub for tactical planning and military briefings.

A private workspace for Marco and the others, which is equipped with a mini fridge, work computers, twenty file cabinets, sixteen rosewood desks, secure communication devices, a business phone to call friends, family, and other military personnel, and a vast library of military strategies and historical texts.

A heavily fortified room storing an arsenal of firearms, ammunition, and tactical explosives.

A well-stocked storage room containing uniforms and tactical gear.

A laundry room equipped with two washing machines and two dryers where they can wash and dry their dirty clothing.

A spacious dormitory features numerous comfortable beds and a secure safe for storing the soldiers' phones and wallets, each labelled with its owner's name. In a cozy nook perfectly suited for Perifa, Sparky, and Mr. Kibleton, their feline-friendly setup awaits, complete with a cat tower, three plush beds, a variety of toys, three food bowls, and a filtered water dish.

Three clean and well-maintained bathrooms with showers, toilets, and sinks.

A secure, climate-controlled garage houses their primary vehicle, the SV-001, maintenance equipment, a couple of motorcycles, and a small oakwood table for Tarma’s boombox and assortment of alternative and metal rock tapes.

A kitchen equipped with a dishwasher, a sink, a marble top counter, a cabinet full of plates and cups, and a built-in breakfast bar and eight stools for quick meals and planning sessions. The kitchen features a refrigerator with a freezer, a secure, locked pantry, a discreetly hidden coffee maker, and modern, high-efficiency appliances with advanced features like automated meal prep and cooking A large, sturdy table made of smooth oak wood serves as a central hub for meal planning, tactical discussions, and mission briefings. Additionally, the kitchen includes hidden compartments and drawers for storing snacks and energy bars.

A cozy recreational space with a plush couch, coffee table, wall-mounted wide-screen television, cabinet full of board games, dartboard, and nostalgic decor featuring posters of 80s action movies and 90s anime. For entertainment and stress relief, the room is also equipped with four classic arcade machines (CarnEvil, Shinobi, Contra: Hard Corps, and Dance Dance Revolution).

Extra Information

Members of the P.F. Squad are commonly known by the monikers "Peregriners" or "Falconists", distinguishing themselves from other Regular Army soldiers and special forces units.

Despite being an elite task force, Peregriners, regardless of gender, receive only half the salary of an average police officer. Furthermore, underperforming Peregriners face additional financial strain, as they often experience delayed salary payments, waiting anywhere from two to four weeks to receive their compensation.

The P.F. Squad is frequently joined by the Intelligence Agency's special forces unit, S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S., in situations that the Regular Army requires them to handle.

They possess a remote archipelago in the South Pacific, which serves as the final training ground for P.F. Squad cadets. This culminating mission challenges cadets to survive in a hostile environment with scarce resources and limited weaponry, fostering reliance on teamwork, independence, and adaptability. In accordance with a mutual agreement, the P.F. Squad has granted the Regular Army permission to utilise the remote archipelago as a training ground for cadets interested in joining the special forces as regular soldiers.

The handguns carried by Peregriners are the Murder .50AE, which is modelled after the Colt M1911A1 pistol. It’s a semi-automatic pistol that fires .50 calibre Action Express rounds. The magazine capacity is seven rounds with an additional round able to be stored in the chamber.

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MY FOOTBALL

The One Direction star has two principal loves: Ronaldinho and James Coppinger

FOUR FOUR TWO, MARCH 2023 (by PAUL WILKES)

Which was the first match that you ever went to?

I actually got into football quite late, when I started playing at around 11. There were a few Manchester United fans in the family, so the first match I ever went to was an unbelievable first game: the FA Cup fifth round tie against Arsenal in February 2003 - the match when Sir Alex Ferguson kicked the boot and hit David Beckham! My best memories come from Doncaster, who are the only club I support now. We had a fantastic League Cup run in 2005 - we beat Manchester City on penalties, then beat Aston Villa 3-0 and lost to Arsenal on penalties in the quarter-finals. That was my first real low as a football fan. I can remember walking back home absolutely gutted.

Who was your childhood hero and did you ever meet them?

James Coppinger is my club hero - he played at every level and really played for the badge. Everyone in Donny loves him and he’s a great bloke too. After I got into One Direction, I was lucky to meet him and played alongside him a couple of times in charity games. As a fan growing up watching him, that was amazing l. The best person I’ve ever met in football was Pele. I met him about four or five years ago and it was incredible - he had all these stories and we spoke for ages. He was lovely.

What has been your finest moment playing football?

I played in Soccer Aid and Ronaldinho tried to nutmeg me. I was all over his shirt, giving him no respect, and I just managed to nick the ball off him! There's a sick picture that I've seen of it.

The other moment was when I was about 15. I started as a centre-back, but didn’t grow any taller so moved across to right-back, and scored the only Sunday League goal I ever scored. I’ll never forget it.

What do you like most about going to the match?

The whole atmosphere, that magic. When you have those experiences as a young lad, there’s an element of nostalgia each time you go into a football stadium.

Which players do you admire even though they’ve never played for your club?

As some of my family supported Manchester United, I was never allowed to like Thierry Henry, but those grudge matches against Arsenal were amazing. He was a serious player.

Where’s the best place you’ve ever watched a game?

The Bernabeu - it was Neymar’s first ever Clasico for Barcelona against Real Madrid, which is pretty special. It’s one of the bucket list fixtures to go to. When I was young, Doncaster signed me as a reserve player and I went to a pre-season training camp in Portugal. As a supporter of the club, that’s not something you’re normally privy to, so watching how the squad trained and prepared was fascinating.

A few years ago, you filmed a music video with Bebe Rexha on the pitch at Keepmoat Stadium. What was that like?

It was really important for me and my career. The reason I’m sat here today is because of Doncaster - it’s played a huge role. It’s who I am as a person and it’s what I write songs about. The fact that we were able to film the video at the Keepmoat, where I’ve spent many days and evenings, made it so special. It felt appropriate.

What’s your favourite football book?

It’s not a book, but FourFourTwo! I used to subscribe when I was younger. I’m not a big reader otherwise. I should be, but I’m not.

What’s been your worst experience at a game?

I was playing in a charity match at Celtic Park. I got the ball and turned to my right, then Gobby Agbonkhor come through the back of me and I tore my medial ligament. A combination of the impact and me being very unfit meant I ended up throwing up all over Celtic's stodium, which I know will please a lot of Rangers supporters.

Have any footballers been to a gig?

Paul Pogba came to a One Direction show once, that's the one that stands out - he was really sound. I won’t lie, I don’t think many footballers listen to One Direction songs.

What’s the strangest place you’ve ever met a footballer?

I was in this bar in South America and, purely by chance, Bryan Robson was there with a few friends. He was a bit drunk. We went straight over and he was nice, but it was one of those times where you think, “What is he doing here?!” [Laughs]

What’s the greatest goal you’ve ever seen live?

I was at Zlatan Ibrahimovic's debut for the LA Galaxy, because I spend some time over in Los Angeles. The LAFC keeper launched the ball upfield and it was cleared back to Zlatan about forty yards out. He watched it bounce and then smashed it over the keeper’s head - an unbelievable goal. I love him - I like a bit of s**thousery in my footballers, and he's always had that.

Who’s your current favourite player?

The obvious answer is Erling Haaland, because any fan seeing him rack up the goals this season has been totally in awe. Even if you support Manchester United, you watch him and think he's superb. But for me, Jude Bellingham. I’m so excited by Jude - he's been in brilliant form this season, even before the World Cup.

If you could drop yourself into your all-time five-a-side team, who would you be playing next to?

Well, I play at the back, so I want me and Rio Ferdinand. I'd pick Edwin van der Sar, he was a top keeper in his day, then in midfield I'd have Ronaldinho - I grew up loving his football. Up front, I'll go for Cristiano Ronaldo.

What’s the most important piece of memorabilia that you have?

I had a Doncaster home shirt as a kid that I associate with growing up. A few years ago, I bought the same shirt in my current size - it's special to me, and when I met Pele I asked him to sign it. That was the pinnacle.

[Thanks to TeamLouisMedia for the HD photo.]

links to fourfourtwouk’s posts about Louis on Twitter and Instagram

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Instinctive Charm

If Instinctive Charm were a spell, and Rolan had asked Tav to teach him the art. But the only way to achieve focus remains primal passion.

Chapter 1 ⬇️ Chapter 2

Light streamed in through the patterned windows of the ancient tower, flooding the room with a soft golden glow. Master of the Ramazith tower - a Tiefling with an unspeakable passion for books and scrolls, spent his daily routine in his vast library. While leafing through yet another volume, he came across a scroll that immediately caught his eye.

— Curious... — Rolan murmured, his eyes, yellow oases, sparkling with curiosity.

The scroll promised to teach the reader a spell of Instinctive Charm. But the text was illegible, and despite his many attempts, Rolan could not master the magic. All his efforts failed against the cryptic instructions.

The Archmage sighed and put the scroll aside, remembering his old friend, a wizard named Tav. She had come to his aid more than once, saving his red butt, and he in turn had helped her in an epic battle with a Netherbrain Now they both lived in Baldur's Gate and were good comrades.

Rolan decided that there was no better teacher than Tav, who knew the ins and outs of the charm school. He wrote her an invitation letter, hoping that she would take her mind off her own business and help him. A few days later, she was sitting in his tower, drinking a fruit tea he had prepared especially for her.

— Let me see — Tav took a sip from her drink, swayed her foot in a leisurely rhythm and unrolled the scroll:

The open sheet of paper smells seductively of antiquity and ink. However, much of the text is vague and illegible, and the rest is a blatant lie, completely irrelevant to the preparation of the spell. The whole thing feels more like an insult to Mystra herself than a tutorial.

— No wonder it didn't work out for you, Rolan. The writing here is utter nonsense and heresy. - Tav whistled, putting down her empty cup.

Rolan frowned, his face distorted with disappointment. Any hope that the manuscript would prove useful had left him. The Typhling's hand clenched involuntarily, and the scroll was crumpled and discarded, as if it were not even good enough for wiping paper.

— It's all right — Tav smiled — I'll teach you. But we'll need something else besides concentration and patience.

— Of course I'm ready. Just tell what we need.

— The thing is, to use instinctive charms, you first have to focus on your primal, instinctive feelings. They need to be strong, all-consuming. When you tap into them and allow your body to respond and recreate them, then you can redirect the energy of the spell. Of course, it will take time to learn. It will be slow at first, but with practice and training you'll learn to do it faster.

Tav led the tower master outside, where the air was saturated with the scents of the city: the salty freshness of the breeze from the harbour mixed with the smell of freshly caught fish and exotic spices and herbs brought by merchants from all over the world.

She straightened her back, her face taking on a thoughtful expression, her eyes slowly closing. She concentrated and suddenly a violet glow appeared around her. It was soft, like twilight enveloping the earth.

Tav made graceful movements with her fingers and hands, as if intertwining them with the wind. She selected a target for the spell.

Her magic affects those around her, mesmerising them, bending their will and changing their beliefs.

Rolan watched, holding his breath. Tav focused her energy on the two cats hanging around the fish counter, a red tabby and a fluffy black and white. The red cat, as if obeying an invisible command, playfully bit his kin. The latter mewed unhappily and ran after the offender. Soon they were rolling around on the floor in a cat fight.

— Great, and what am I supposed to feel and remember? - asked the tiefling, impressed by the demonstration. The passers-by in the city centre were clearly perplexed.

— It is logical and follows from the name itself. - Tav smiled, and with the grace of an aristocrat, she slipped her hands into the pockets of her robe and walked past the stalls, taking Rolan with her. - Think quietly about your strongest emotions and feelings. The things that drive you on the most basic level. I know we've had a hard life, maybe for you it's fear? Fear of death, at some point in the past, or perhaps hatred. Think back, who did you hate? But most importantly! Don't dwell on negative emotions, don't live them over and over again without a purpose - it's dangerous. Remember, it's only necessary for a spell, otherwise you'll go mad. They don't have to be negative feelings, but they are easier to call. Get ready, we'll start tomorrow.

— Ready? Focus your thoughts on the instinct, gather the energy, say the words clearly and direct the flow. Use your hands like this... — Tav explained the theory, the verbal and somatic components of the spell in detail. She carefully demonstrated the necessary gestures, her fingers dancing in the air like the slender branches of a willow tree.

They rehearsed the movements several times: practising over and over again until the gestures became automatic.

Rolan practised hard, trying to master the spell. He concentrated, doing exactly as instructed, but nothing happened. Not a spark, not a breath of wind. Each time he tried to summon the instinct needed for the spell, the concentration slipped away like sand through his fingers.

After another failed attempt, the Archmage lowered his arms and sighed heavily, feeling helpless. Tav, seeing his condition, stepped closer. She analysed his movements, gently adjusting his technique - gently guiding his hands, trying not to break his concentration, but that didn't help either. After another failure, Rolan gave up trying, feeling defeated.

— It's impossible, Tav. I just can't do it. Gods damn it all. I can do nothing right - not a damn thing! — he said with bitterness.

— Rolan, you're doing everything right, but maybe you should try a different approach. There's no way you can't succeed. - She remembered the words of his late teacher, who had recognized his student's power after his own death. She realised that Rolan had the potential to become a very powerful, just needed to find the right key.

— All right, tell me exactly what you wanted to focus on? - Tav said quietly, trying to reassure him with her voice.

— Well, I was remembering how much I hated that sick bastard Lorroakan. What he'd done to me. How I wanted to finish him off... But..- Rolan fell silent, shaking with tension.

— Hmm, I don't think that's exactly what we're looking for. Maybe there was something that triggered a stronger emotion in you. Perhaps you could try focusing on a different memory. - Tav paused, her gaze becoming thoughtful. - Remember, the power of instinct isn't necessarily contained in hate. Sometimes it feeds on something else, something deeper and more powerful. Don't get frustrated, think this through and we'll come back to it later. Magic requires intense focus and mental discipline. Try meditation to tune into the magical energy and prepare your mind.

Rolan listened intently and nodded his head.

But it didn't work out the next time either.

— So what are you concentrating on now? - Tav frowned.

— On how, back in the Shadowlands, I was afraid I'd die before I could save my family…

— Hmm. You know, if it was exactly like you say, it would definitely work. Maybe you didn't really want to kill Lorroakan. Or maybe the fear of death in the Shadowlands wasn't so all-consuming, at least not the fear of your own death? You can be honest with me, for as your mentor I am sworn to keep all your secrets. So perhaps you are deluding yourself?

Rolan hesitated, his thoughts wavering, a shadow of doubt flashing across his mind. He realised that Tav was right: there was something bigger lurking inside him, something that prevented him from truly concentrating. And he admitted it to her, and to himself, for the first time:

— Come to think of it, I didn't really want to kill Lorroakan. Deep down I felt sorry for the bastard. How blind he was because of his arrogance and how ridiculous he died. To be honest, I've never wanted to kill anyone. I can't feel hatred for anyone but myself. I just don't feel it the way I need to. And in the Shadowlands I didn't care about my own fate, I was more concerned about Cal and Lia. Then I don't really know what good things have happened in my life, and the bad things don't seem to be working. I don't even have any vivid images. Like I said, I'm hopeless...

After a moment of silence and reflection, Rolan found the strength to continue:

— Maybe it's because I've never allowed myself to feel hate fully. Maybe I'm too afraid of its power, afraid of losing myself in it. But I don't know what to do if I can't feel it. How can I master magic if I can't even concentrate properly?

Tav, grateful for the frankness, spoke in a soft and enveloping tone, like the rustling of leaves:

— Rolan, magic is not just the power of dark emotions. It is the power of your soul, your heart. Perhaps you should seek another path, another source of energy. We have other, uh, instincts besides fear, hatred. - Tav faltered and stuttered at this point.

— And what do you do in such a case? - Rolan asked, showing interest and readiness to act.

— There is a method... But for it to work, you'll have to relax and trust me and answer the questions honestly. If that's what you really want... We'll try. There is a ritual..." Tav had a great idea how to make the session enjoyable for both of them and a mischievous light flashed in her.

As a graduate of Charm School, she practised the spell carefully with her classmates. Those whose emotions and instincts had been dulled for various reasons went through the ritual of unlocking their baser instincts. Although she had managed to avoid it herself, she had heard many juicy rumours from other students. And after graduation, she was given instructions on how to perform the ritual herself. Tav had been so impressed by what she had read that she had spent several days locked in a room with the manual. Now she had the opportunity to put it into practice.

— Tav, we've been through this. If there is a way to take this further, I am willing to learn and do whatever it takes. You're my mentor and I trust you completely. If I'm not the only one with a problem, I'd like to find out — Rolan said firmly.

— All right, but we'll need a more private setting for this. - I'll prepare everything for the ritual and we'll come back to this later.

On that day, it was ordered to clear the top floor of the Ramazit Tower of unauthorised visitors. Tav rose gently from the couch to complete the preparations for the ritual. She closed the shutters and the last rays of light disappeared. Inviting Rolan in, she walked to the doors and quietly locked them, ensuring the privacy of the room.

Stepping over the threshold, the Archmage found himself in a room shrouded in mysterious aura and magic. His nostrils were immediately assaulted by the aromas wafting from the many vials of oils and diffusers, neatly arranged on carved shelves adorned with rare magical symbols. Lazy, translucent wisps of smoke rose from these containers towards the ceiling. The sweet scents of citrus and the warm breath of sandalwood mingled in the air, creating an invisible blanket of peace.

Rolan stepped forward and saw a massive dark oak table in the centre of the room, covered with a velvet tablecloth. There were cups of herbal and fruit teas on the table, from which a steam of warming spices rose. Ancient scrolls with diagrams and magical formulae, telling of spells and rituals, also lay here.

The floor of the room was covered with soft carpets, delicately embroidered with intricate designs. Cushions were scattered here and there, inviting you to lean back and enjoy moments of peace and quiet.

— Ignis. - Tav said, folding his hands in a simple spell. Tiny sparks leapt into the air and turned into living lights, instantly illuminating the lamps around the room. The candles around the perimeter of the room glowed with an even, calm flame, casting soft reflections on the walls. Their light enveloped the room, creating the illusion of a perpetual sunset.

The light became a soft, enveloping cocoon, blotting out unnecessary detail. There was an atmosphere of intimate comfort in the shaded surroundings, as if the room itself wanted to protect secrets and hide from prying eyes. Here, away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, one could do anything without fear of being overheard. Every corner of the room is imbued with magic and care. Here, time loses its power and you can forget everything.

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