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theo & liam + conversations about trust throughout season 6
#liam saying scott wont trust theo even if theo keeps saving liam#but not saying anything about beginning to trust theo himself. hm. interesting.#tfw your best friend gives your arch nemesis the shovel talk during the first time you two get split up in days#because who else has even been around theo enough to start ‘forgetting’ about his past other than liam like .#for trust not being important they sure talk about it a lot surrounding each other#thiam#theo x liam#theo/liam#theo raeken x liam dunbar#theo raeken/liam dunbar#teen wolf
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Patience is a virtue
Learning to trust isn't easy, especially when you're still picking up the pieces from the past. Even though the desire to get to know you is a nawing persistence, he values your boundaries. Whenever you decide to open up, he'll be waiting.
a/n: idk I just have a lot of feelings.
Sanji, Ace, Corazon
CW: SFW, gn!reader, angsty(maybe?), fluff, mutual feelings
Sanji: You'd grown quiet around him. The both of you had just been starting to chat a little more. It felt nice to hear your soft laughs as he told you jokes about what had happened that day. But then, the angelic laughter came to a hault, leaving him to question what he'd said to bring such sorrow to your lovely complexion. Even without knowing what he'd done to upset you, he apologized―pleading, in a way, to move past this and get back to seeing you smile.
You needed time though. You didn't have to say it ―it was written all over your face. Backing off was a choice made with much heartache, but he did so nonetheless: deciding that persuing you in the matter would only push you further away from him.
Distancing yourself wasn't something that you'd necessarily wanted to do. However, those buds of elation and adoration sprouting were also accompanied with the bitter cold of past rejection that stifled any pursuit of happiness you were hoping for.
The erosion of the hole in you was swallowing your very being, but when this had shown to be too troublesome for others, he was still there: he didn't pry, he never rushed you, just waited for your return to him.
This was someone worth pushing those doubts aside for. The next time you spoke to him, your heart lead the way, despite your fears trailing closely behind. His warmth helped melt the frost that'd been collecting over the years.
Ace: He was growing accustomed to you rather quickly. You were certainly kind-hearted and nice to have a laugh with, all of which made him start gravitating towards you whenever you were present. There was surely an interest in you, one that he had not fully become aware of. Just as he was discovering his feelings for you, you changed gears: avoiding him, reverting back into your shell. Despite how hurt he felt, he couldn't demand you to tell him the reason―it wouldn't be fair to you.
If you needed time away from him, he would give you that. He wasn't going to force his friendship on you. That being said, this time apart was good for him, as well. Thoughts of you came and went, but many of them stayed: something interesting or funny would happen and he wanted to tell you about it but felt like he couldn't.
This time away from each other only echoed your longing for companionship; you were left with nothing but the same loneliness that'd surrounded you each time prior. Tears brought on by thoughts of the flame lit between you eventually burning out stung your eyes. Even in solitude, fear of abandonment intruded on you.
There were small glances he threw your way, none of which were harboring resentment. Instead, they showed concern. Anticipation for a row that wouldn't come: you stood there wondering what made him different.
How can I learn to trust? Can you help me? Seeing you make your way to him was the remedy he needed for the flickering flame he'd worried was losing its luster in your eyes. However, you were both sure now that it'd never go out.
Corazon: Taking the leap of faith to reveal his secrets to you was terrifying: you were, in fact, different from the others, but something like this wasn't an easy choice to make. That being said, nothing could replace the memories you two were creating together. Each day that passed, regret for the secret he'd let you in on didn't come. The bond he was under the impression you two had been forming was faltering though. It wasn't important for him to know what he'd done exactly―he just knew he wanted to make it up to you.
Your body language did the talking for you: your sunny disposition had clouds rolling in and the gloom of a storm was on the horizon. Even though he longed to come to your aid, he understood that pushing you into a conversation wouldn't fair well for your blossoming relationship.
You wanted to shield this budding love from the harsh storm brewing within. Your frail body could only do so much though when caught in this hurricane. Gale force winds, rain that lashed at your skin: abrasions which came with each potential relationship.
No stranger to the torment this world had to offer, he could see the wear and tear of your inner termoil on your soft face. It took each bit of inner strength not to go to you and tell you everything would be alright. He wanted to give you the freedom to choose to share your burdens with him. In spite of the distance between the both of you, his eagerness to rescue you from yourself was unmistakable.
I can't carry on through this storm alone. Can you be the one I lean on? Finding your way back to him, he instinctively held our his arms to wrap you in the warmth you'd been in desperate need of, yet unable to secure it up till now. You were now fully prepared to take your own leap of faith.
#one piece#x reader#one piece x reader#one piece imagine#one piece x you#one piece fluff#one piece angst#sanji x reader#sanji imagine#op sanji#one piece sanji#sanji#vinsmoke sanji#ace#ace x reader#ace x you#fire fist ace#ace portgas#portgas d ace#sanji x you#corazon#rosinante#donquixote corazon#corazon x reader#corazon x you#donquixote rosinante#rosinante corazon#rosinante x reader#rosinante x you
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Pomme's diary found in the place she was with Richas (30 first pages)
Day 117
We walked for so long, longer than a day.
Chayanne thinks we'll be safe if we're far enough. I doubt that, because no matter what threatened us manage to find my secured bunker 200 000 blocks away, and even succeded to get into my room to put its letter. Honestly, I think we'll never be really safe anywhere.
Chayanne was panicking so much that we didn't even have time to prepare stuff before leaving. I tried to talk him out ot it, but they were all already gone and I couldn't leave them alone.
At least, I had the reflex to take one of my scythe. And fortunately so.
During our journey, I had to fight a lot of monsters. It's a miracle we all survived without armor or anything else.
We weren't far from death on multiple occasions.
I'll protect them no matter what.
That's a promise.
Day 118
We could build a little improvised camp. We're exhausted from the walk we had, we don"t have alot but it's better than nothing. The most important for now is to survive.
Dapper made a small makeshift field and planted seeds and potatoeshe had collected along the way, while we prepared tools and cut wood.
Tallulah played the flute to try to confort us and give us courage. She even leanred one of my favorite songs on the flute to try to make me smile again.
We make progress, slowly but surely.
Day 119
I think each one of us has tools now. We continued to gather ressources, especially trying to find enough food for everyone, because Dapper's field is not enough. But we didn't have great success, we have to be comptent with the bare minimum. We'll try to build a small shelter tomorrow.
It's hard to do anything because we are all exhausted from the trip. We found materiel to make sleeping bags, so they will finally be able to rest in better conditions.
I'll try to stand guard and watch over them during the night.
Day 120
We were able to start the construction of a small makeshift shelter. It doesn't look great but at least we have something to be protected now.
Truth be told, I haven't slept in a few days, I cannot allow myself to sleep.
We could be attacked at any time, by monsters or by the thing that threatened us. I'm scared it may trace our steps.
On multiple occasions, Chayanne asked me on multiple occasions to share the watch during the night, but I refused systematically.
I'd rather let him rest, and watch over Tallulah during the day. He's the one she trusts the most, he needs to be there to for her, and to protect her.
But I feel the tiredness winning over me.
I fight against exhaution as hard as I can, but I can see my reaction time and my moves becoming slower.
Day 121
The shelter is almost done, I'm so proud of them. They never let themselves be overwhelmed by fear and they do their maximum for everyone to be safe. We watch over one antother and that warms my heart to see it.
On the other side, food is continuously missing.
It soon gonna become a huge problem if we don't find a solution, we won't be able to hold much longer with the ressources we actually have...
I believe it's been a week I haven't slept, I'm trying to stay awake with always being busy. As soon as I am not, I feel my eyes closing by themselves.
It's especially difficult during the night. I spend them looking at the campfire crackling and making sure it doesn't extinguish by itself. We found material to make a lighter, so I play with it to pass the time: I found out the burning feeling is particularly effective to wake me up.
I miss my parents. I miss them excruciatingly.
It's so hard that they're not here with us. I regret all the time that we couldn't leave any note, any letter. They must be terribly worried for us, i feel terribly guilty...
I hope they won't resent us...
Day 122
Dapper amost died.
Dapper.
Almost.
Died.
We were talking about the pending lack of food, and he suggested we could explore the surroundings to find something to eat. I know exploring is something he adores, and he knows better than anyone the different kinds of existing ressources, so I also thought it was a good idea.
I suggested to come with him, but i assured me I didn't have to worry about him, that it wouldn't take him long to come back, and that it would be better for me to stay with the others to watch over them. So, I accepted. I trusted him.
But he went to fight against a skeleton. Or at least, what looked like a normal skeleton, but it wasn't one; this one had an armor and was able to shoot arrows at an abnormal speed, in addition to having knockback.
He thought it was a normal skeleton and attacked. But the skeleton was stronger and knocked him off.
I ran.
I ran so fast, every second mattered.
He cannot die, not like this, not now.
If he dies, I'll never forgive myself.
I managed to find him, and I could finish the skeleton off.
I ran to him to save him, just in time.
With tears in my eyes, I asked if he was ok and why he wanted to attack that monster way to strong for us even though we have no armor and barely any defense.
He just answered that he wanted bones to make bonemill, to speed up the growth of the seeds in the field. And also because he wanted to make a bone mask for Chayanne, since he didn't have his fetish skull.
He was so nonchalant in explaining it all, as if he didn't care about being do close to death.
#i love pomme's diairies so I thought maybe others love them too#since it wasn't a goos rp time to read it for Baghera i gathered the screens i could#sorry for the quality#english is not my first language#so sorry for the mistakes#qsmp#qsmp pomme#qsmp chayanne#qsmp tallulah#qsmp dapper#qsmp richarlyson#qsmp leo#qsmp eggs#purgatory 2 lore
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SWEETHEART / C.J
Pairing ◊ mafia!sub!reader x mafia!dom!jongho (ft. yunho, wooyoung and hongjoong)
Genre ◊ SMUT, angst, fluff at the end, ennemies to ???
Warnings ◊ SMUT (MINORS DNI), talk about guns and killing, fingering, big dick!jongho, mention of alcohol, degrading, praising (use of good girl), oral (m. receiving), lots of dirty talk, some angst, jongho is a tease
Word count ◊ 6,5k
Summary ◊ you and jongho hated each other's guts, more you hated his guts and he loved to annoy you. unfortunately, you were part of the same gang so when your boss, kim hongjoong, paired you for a mission, you didn't really had time to interact with him
a/n: enjoy! (not proofread)
In the dimly lit backroom of a nondescript bar, the air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and the hum of muted conversation. The room was a sanctuary, far from prying eyes and ears, where only the most trusted members of Kim Hongjoong's mafia organization were allowed. The flickering light of a single hanging bulb cast shadows across the walls.
Kim Hongjoong, the undisputed mafia boss, sat behind a battered oak desk, his presence commanding the room. His sharp eyes, glinting with a mixture of intelligence and danger, scanned the space. He wore a tailored suit, a stark contrast to the rough surroundings, and his fingers tapped rhythmically on the desktop, betraying a restless energy.
You sat across from him, comfortably perched on an old leather chair, your sniper rifle resting against the side. You were known as the organization's best sniper and assassin, never missing a target, your skill unmatched. Beside you, leaning nonchalantly against the wall, was Choi Jongho. His arms were crossed, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. He was one of the top operatives, and his reputation for strength and precision was well-earned. Despite his skills, you hated his guts.
Hongjoong cleared his throat, drawing your attention. "Alright, listen up. We've got a serious situation on our hands."
You straightened, eyes narrowing. "What's going on, Hongjoong?"
"A rival gang, led by Park Jihoon, is making moves on our city," Hongjoong explained, sliding a folder across the desk towards you. "He's planning something big, and we need to take him out before he gets any stronger."
You picked up the folder and began to flip through the pages, your brow furrowing as you absorbed the details. "And you need me and Choi here to handle this?’’ You didn’t even look at him, but you heard him scoff at the nickname.
"Exactly," Hongjoong replied, his tone brooking no argument. "You’re the best sniper we have, and Jongho is one of our top operatives. I need both of you on this."
Jongho chuckled, the sound grating on your nerves. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll make sure you don't screw this up."
You shot him a withering glare. "Watch it, Choi. I don't need you getting in my way."
Hongjoong slammed his hand on the desk, the sound echoing in the small room. "Enough! This isn't a game. You two need to put aside your differences for this mission. It’s too important to let your petty bickering interfere."
You exchanged a tense look with Jongho, both of you understanding the gravity of the situation. The room fell silent, the weight of Hongjoong's words sinking in.
"Yunho and Wooyoung are already setting up on their end," Hongjoong continued, his voice calm but firm. "They'll handle the tech and provide support. You two will be the muscle on the ground."
You nodded, the initial shock of being paired with Jongho starting to fade. "What's the plan?"
Hongjoong leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Yunho has pinpointed Jihoon's location. He's holed up in a heavily guarded warehouse on the edge of town. Wooyoung will hack into their security system and create a blind spot for you to enter."
Jongho pushed off the wall, moving to stand beside you, looking over your shoulder at the folder. "And once we’re in?"
"Once you're in," Hongjoong said, his eyes locking onto yours, "you need to move quickly and take Jihoon out. Retrieve any data he has on our operations and get out. Simple as that."
"Simple, huh?" you muttered, more to yourself than anyone else. "Got it."
Jongho nudged you with his elbow, a cocky grin on his face. "See? We can do this, sweetheart."
You rolled your eyes, shoving him back. "Don't call me that, Choi. And try not to get yourself killed."
Hongjoong watched the exchange with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "Just get it done. And remember, this isn't just about taking out Jihoon. It's about sending a message to anyone who thinks they can cross us."
You and Jongho both nodded, understanding the unspoken threat in Hongjoong's words. This mission was more than just a hit; it was a declaration of power.
The sun had set, casting a cloak of darkness over the city. You arrived at the nondescript bar, your usual base of operations. The neon sign flickered weakly, casting an eerie glow over the entrance. As you stepped inside, the familiar scent of smoke and whiskey greeted you, mingling with the low hum of conversation.
In the backroom, Yunho and Wooyoung were already setting up their equipment. The dim light from the single hanging bulb illuminated their faces, casting sharp shadows that accentuated their focus. Yunho, with his tousled hair and easy grin, was typing furiously on his laptop, while Wooyoung was adjusting to the surveillance monitors, a smirk playing on his lips.
You walked in, your presence immediately drawing Yunho's attention. He looked up, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, if it isn’t my favorite sniper," he teased, his fingers pausing on the keyboard. "You ready to kick some ass tonight?"
You grinned, the familiar banter lightening the tension you felt in your chest due to the anxiety and adrenaline kicking in. "Always, Yunho. Just keep those pretty little eyes of yours on the screens."
He laughed, a sound that always made you feel a little more at ease. "You know me, I’ll never let my eyes off of you," he said.
Wooyoung rolled his eyes dramatically. "Oh, get a room, you two. We’ve got a mission to focus on."
You winked at Yunho before turning your attention to Wooyoung. "Jealous, Woo? Don’t worry; there’s enough of me to go around."
Wooyoung snorted. "Please, I’ve seen enough of you to last a lifetime. Let’s just get this show on the road."
The door creaked open, and Jongho walked in, his expression darkening as he saw you and Yunho standing close together. His eyes flicked to Yunho’s hand, which was resting casually on your waist, and his jaw tightened.
"Are we here to flirt or to get the job done?" Jongho snapped, his annoyance evident.
You sighed, stepping away from Yunho. "Relax, Choi. We’re just getting ready."
Jongho’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he turned his attention to the table where the weapons were laid out. "We need to go over the plan one last time."
Yunho shrugged, his demeanor remaining cheerful despite Jongho’s irritation. "Sure thing, bossy. Wooyoung and I will handle the security feeds and create a blind spot for your entry. You two just need to make sure you get in and out without getting killed."
Jongho grunted in acknowledgment, picking up his handgun and checking the magazine. "Just make sure you do your part."
Wooyoung leaned back in his chair, a mischievous grin on his face. "Don’t worry, Jongho. We’ve got this covered. Just try not to let your bickering get in the way, hmm?’’
Jongho’s eyes flashed with irritation, but he kept his focus on the task at hand. "Let’s just get this over with."
You glanced at Yunho, giving him a reassuring smile. "We’ll be fine. You know I’ve got this."
He returned the smile, his eyes softening. "I know you do. Just be careful, gorgeous, okay?"
"Always," you replied, grabbing your sniper rifle and slinging it over your shoulder, before taking your gun and slide it in your holder.
Jongho was already heading for the door, his impatience clear. ‘’Hurry up. We don’t have all night."
You rolled your eyes as the four of you exited the bar, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth inside. The city streets were quiet, the usual bustle of activity subdued under the cover of darkness. You moved quickly and silently, sticking to the shadows as you made your way to the warehouse district.
As you approached the target location, Yunho and Wooyoung split off, heading to their positions to hack into the security system. You and Jongho continued forward, the tension between you palpable.
"You know," Jongho said quietly, breaking the silence, "this isn’t a game. We need to be focused."
You glanced at him, your eyes hard. "I’m always focused when it matters. Just do your part, Choi, and we’ll be fine."
He didn’t respond, but you could see the muscles in his jaw working as he clenched his teeth. Despite your differences, you both knew the mission came first.
You reached the edge of the warehouse property, taking cover behind a stack of crates. Jongho checked his watch, then his earpiece crackled to life with Wooyoung’s voice.
"Blind spot is up. You’re clear to move in. Good luck."
Jongho nodded, signaling for you to follow. You moved together, slipping through the gate and into the shadows of the warehouse. The sound of distant machinery hummed in the background, masking your footsteps.
Inside, the warehouse was a labyrinth of crates and machinery, dimly lit by overhead lights. You could see the guards patrolling in pairs, their movements precise and disciplined.
Jongho took the lead, his body tense but controlled, every step calculated. He was an expert in close combat, his movements fluid and precise. You followed closely, your rifle ready to eliminate any threat from a distance. Despite the mission’s gravity, the tension between you two simmered just beneath the surface.
You reached a corner, and Jongho held up a hand, signaling you to stop. He peeked around the edge, spotting two guards patrolling the next corridor. He glanced back at you, his eyes glinting in the dim light.
“Think you can take them without missing, sweetheart?” he whispered, a smirk tugging at his lips.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that formed. “Watch and learn, Choi.”
You positioned yourself, taking a deep breath to steady your aim. In a swift, fluid motion, you fired two shots in quick succession. Both guards dropped to the ground, silent and lifeless. You never missed a target.
Jongho shook his head, a mixture of admiration and annoyance in his expression. “Show-off.”
You smirked, moving past him. “Just doing my job.”
As you continued through the warehouse, the number of guards increased. Jongho took out a pair of guys with a flurry of punches and swift kicks, his movements precise. You covered him, taking down anyone who got too close, your bullets finding their marks with accuracy.
At one point, Jongho tackled a guard, slamming him against a crate. You watched, momentarily distracted by the raw power and grace in his movements. He caught your eye, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Enjoying the show?” he asked, breathless but confident.
You quickly refocused, shaking off the distraction and scoffing at his remark. “Just making sure you don’t get yourself killed, dumbass.”
A group of guards appeared from a side corridor, and you immediately raised your rifle, picking them off one by one. Each shot was perfect, dropping the men before they could even raise their weapons. Jongho moved in tandem with you, taking down the stragglers with brutal efficiency.
“You know,” Jongho said between breaths, “there’s something pretty hot about a woman who never misses her target.”
You snorted, but you couldn’t deny the flush of heat that spread through you. “Focus, Choi. We’re not out of this yet.”
He grinned, wiping a bit of blood from his knuckles. “Yeah yeah, details.”
As you and Jongho approached what you believed to be Park Jihoon’s office, the hallway was eerily quiet. Too quiet. The usual buzz of activity in the warehouse seemed muted, and a sense of unease settled over you.
“This feels way too easy,” you muttered, glancing at Jongho. “Something’s not right.”
Jongho shrugged, his grip tightening on his gun. “Maybe they’re just scared of us.”
You shot him a skeptical look but nodded. “Maybe.”
You reached the heavy double doors, and with a shared nod, you both burst inside, guns drawn. The room was large and cold, the air almost sterile. But it was empty. Completely empty. No guards, no Jihoon, nothing but bare walls and a desk.
“What the hell?” you said, lowering your gun slightly. “Where is everyone?”
Jongho moved further into the room, eyes scanning every corner. “This doesn’t make any sense.”
Before either of you could react, the doors slammed shut behind you with a resounding thud. You spun around, rushing to the doors. They were locked tight. You tried the handle, pushing and pulling, but it didn’t budge.
“Fuck!” you cursed, pounding on the door. “We’re locked in.”
Jongho joined you, throwing his weight against the door. “Great. Just great. This is a trap.”
You glared at him, frustration boiling over. “You think?”
Jongho’s eyes flashed with anger. “Don’t start with me. You were the one who said it was too easy.”
“Yeah, and you dismissed it!” you shot back. “Now look where we are.”
He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy flirting with Yunho, you would have noticed something was off with the plan earlier.”
You bristled at his words, stepping closer to him. “Excuse me? My focus was on the mission, unlike you, who was too busy showing off.”
“Showing off?” Jongho’s voice rose, his frustration mirroring yours. “I was doing my job. It’s not my fault you can’t keep your eyes off me.”
You opened your mouth to retort but stopped, realizing the futility of arguing in your current situation. With a huff, you pulled out your phone and called Yunho.
“Yunho, we’re stuck,” you said as soon as he picked up. “The room’s empty, and the doors are locked. We need help.”
Yunho’s voice crackled through the earpiece, concern evident. “What? How did that happen?”
“I don’t know,” you replied, casting a glance at Jongho, who was pacing like a caged animal. “We walked in, the doors shut behind us, and now we’re locked in.”
“Hang on,” Yunho said. ���Let me check the security feeds.”
There was a pause, and you could hear the rapid clicking of keys in the background. Jongho stopped pacing, his eyes fixed on you as he waited for Yunho’s response.
“Alright,” Yunho said after a moment. “It looks like you walked into a decoy room. Jihoon set it up to trap anyone who got too close.”
“Great,” Jongho muttered under his breath. “Now what?”
“I’ve got Wooyoung working on the locks,” Yunho continued. “But it might take a little while.”
You sighed, leaning against the wall. “Thanks, yuyu. Just hurry.”
“We will,” Yunho promised. “And hey, don’t kill each other in the meantime.”
You chuckled despite the situation. “No promises.”
As you ended the call with Yunho, the cold, empty room seemed to close in on you. You slipped your phone back into your pocket, casting a glance at Jongho. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“So, sweetheart,” he drawled, using the pet name he knew you hated, “how’s your boyfriend Yunho going to save us this time?”
You rolled your eyes, irritation flaring up. “He’s working on the locks. And for the last time, he’s not my boyfriend, Choi.”
Jongho pushed off the wall, sauntering closer to you. “Could’ve fooled me with the way you two flirt. But don’t worry, I’m not jealous.”
“Yeah, right,” you snorted, refusing to back down as he invaded your personal space. “You’re just annoyed that I’m close to someone who’s not you.”
He chuckled, the sound low and infuriatingly sexy. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.” His voice dropped a notch, his eyes darkening with something that sent a shiver down your spine. “You’re way too fun to mess with.”
You glared at him, your pulse quickening despite your annoyance. “You know, if you spent half as much time focusing on the mission as you do trying to piss me off, we might actually get things done around here.”
Jongho moved even closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “And if you weren’t so damn cute when you’re angry, I might actually take you seriously.”
You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your body reacted to his nearness. “Back off, Choi. This isn’t the time.”
His hand brushed against your cheek, light, and teasing. “Why not? We’re stuck here for a while. Might as well make the most of it, don’t you think?”
You pushed his hand away and crossed your arms over your chest, but you could still feel the contact of his hand on your skin. “Cut it out. This isn’t a game.”
He leaned in, his face dangerously close to yours as you looked away. You could feel his breath on your cheek. “Who said I’m playing?”
His fingers grabbed your chin, making you turn your face to look at him. His eyes were intense, filled with a mix of amusement and something deeper, something that made your breath catch and you panties soaked. “What do you want?”
His gaze flicked to your lips and back to your eyes. “Maybe I just want to see how long you can keep pretending you don’t feel this too.”
You felt your resolve wavering, the air between you charged with an electric tension. “Feel what?”
He smirked, his hand coming up to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “This,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. “The way your heart races when I get close. The way you can’t help but react when I touch you.”
You shivered, cursing yourself for the way your body betrayed you. “You’re imagining things.”
His thumb brushed your lower lip, tugging it just a little, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “Am I?”
Before you could answer, the door lock clicked, and the door creaked open. You both stepped back, the moment shattered as Wooyoung poked his head in, a cheeky grin on his face.
“Miss me?” he quipped.
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “Took you long enough.”
Jongho chuckled, the tension in his body easing. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get out of here.”
As you stepped out of the trap and back into the hallway, the charged atmosphere between you and Jongho lingered.
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The job was finally done. Park Jihoon had been taken down successfully, and you and the rest of the team were back at the bar, celebrating your victory. The tension from the mission had melted away, replaced by the warmth of camaraderie and the buzz of alcohol. The bar was alive with laughter and chatter, a stark contrast to the cold emptiness of the warehouse you had just escaped.
You sat at a table with Yunho, who was recounting a particularly funny story about a past mission. You leaned in, laughing at his animated gestures and witty remarks. Yunho always had a way of making you feel at ease.
Jongho watched from across the room, his jaw tight as he observed your interaction with Yunho. He nursed his drink, his eyes dark with a mix of jealousy and something else, something more primal. He had been watching you all night, his earlier conversation with you in the warehouse still lingering in his mind.
Yunho stood up, excusing himself to grab another drink from the bar. You nodded, smiling as he walked away. As soon as he was out of earshot, Jongho seized the opportunity. He slid into Yunho’s vacant seat, his presence immediately commanding your attention.
“Having fun?” Jongho asked, his tone casual but his eyes intense.
You raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of your drink. “What’s it to you, Choi?”
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Maybe I want to finish our conversation from earlier.”
You felt a thrill of excitement mixed with the buzz of the alcohol. “Oh? And what conversation was that?”
He smirked, his hand resting casually on the back of your chair, his fingers brushing against your shoulder. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, sweetheart.”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t ignore the way your skin tingled where he touched you. “Still with the pet names, huh?”
He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You like it when I call you that. Admit it.”
You shivered, your body responding to his nearness despite your best efforts to remain indifferent. “In your dreams, Choi.”
He chuckled, his hand moving to lightly trace the line of your jaw. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. It’s not just in my dreams.”
You turned your head, your lips dangerously close to his. “You’re awfully confident, you know?”
His eyes darkened, the space between you crackling with tension. “Why shouldn’t I be? You haven’t exactly been subtle.”
You felt a surge of defiance mixed with desire. “Maybe I’ve just been waiting for you to make a move first.”
He grinned, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your lips. “Is that so?”
Before you could respond, Yunho returned with a tray of drinks. Jongho reluctantly pulled back, his eyes still locked on yours.
“Everything alright here?” Yunho asked, glancing between the two of you.
“Perfect,” you replied, your voice a bit breathless.
Yunho placed the drinks on the table, his brow furrowing slightly. “Well, if you say so.”
Jongho stood up, giving you one last lingering look. “This isn’t over, sweetheart.” He turned and walked away, leaving you with a racing heart and a head full of conflicting emotions.
As the night wore on and the drinks flowed, you found yourself getting pretty tipsy. Yunho had moved on to entertain another group, leaving you alone at the table, enjoying the music. Jongho saw his chance and returned, sitting down beside you.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, his voice a bit huskier now.
You looked at him, your inhibitions lowered by the alcohol. “Maybe I am.”
He smiled, his hand resting on your thigh under the table. “You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re tipsy.”
You felt a flush spread across your cheeks, a mix of irritation and excitement. “And you’re still a pain in my ass.”
He leaned in, his lips almost brushing your ear. “But you like it.”
You turned your head, your lips almost touching his one again. “Maybe I do.”
His hand slid higher on your thigh, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.”
You smirked, your hand moving to rest on his chest. “Maybe I like the heat, Jongho.”
At the sound of his name in your sultry, sensual voice, he lost control. His hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you into a fierce, hungry kiss. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you and the overwhelming need that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.
You responded eagerly, your hands tangling in his hair as you kissed him back with equal intensity. The bickering and tension of the past seemed to melt away, replaced by a raw, undeniable connection that neither of you could ignore any longer. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that matched your own, your bodies pressed tightly together in the middle of the bar. The noise and chaos around you seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of you and the electric connection that sparked with every touch.
Jongho's hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, and you responded eagerly, your fingers tangling in his hair. Your lips parted, and his tongue slipped into your mouth, deepening the kiss. You moaned softly, the sound swallowed by his fervent kiss.
Nobody in the bar seemed to care or even notice. Everyone was too drunk or high to pay attention to anything but themselves and the beat of the music. It was just you and Jongho, lost in the intensity of the moment.
Breaking the kiss only long enough to catch his breath, Jongho whispered against your lips, “Fuck, I need you. Right now.”
You nodded breathlessly, your heart pounding. “Then fucking take me.”
He didn't need any more encouragement. Jongho grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to the nearest room, his grip firm and unyielding. You followed, your anticipation growing with every step. He kicked the door open and pulled you inside, shutting it behind you with a sense of urgency.
The room was small and dimly lit, but it didn’t matter. You honestly couldn’t even focus enough on what room it was because as soon as the door was closed, Jongho’s lips were on yours again, his hands roaming your body with possessive intent. You responded eagerly, your own hands exploring his muscular frame.
“You’ve been driving me insane, you know that?” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Always teasing, always playing your fucking little games.”
You smirked, your eyes flashing with defiance. “Maybe you just can’t handle me.”
He chuckled darkly, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “Oh, I can handle you, sweetheart. Trust me.”
He kissed you again, more aggressively this time, his teeth grazing your lower lip. You moaned into his mouth, your hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his chest. He groaned, the sound vibrating through you, making your knees weak.
His hand moved to your throat, holding you in place as he kissed his way down your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin. “You like that, don’t you? Being put in your place.”
You gasped, the mixture of pain and pleasure sending a thrill through you. “Maybe I do. But you still have to earn it.”
He laughed softly, his breath hot against your skin. “Oh, I will. Don’t worry about that.”
Jongho’s other hand slid up your thigh, under your skirt, his fingers teasing the edge of your underwear. You bucked against him, a needy whimper escaping your lips. He smirked, his eyes dark with desire. He paused, his fingers brushing against your already damp underwear, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Already wet for me, sweetheart?” he mocked, his voice low and taunting. “So fucking needy.”
You only whined in response, a small pout forming on your lips, feeling him so close but not quite where you needed him. His smirk widened, his fingers slipping under the fabric to tease you directly. “Look at you, so desperate. Can’t even hold it together, can you?”
You tried to form a retort, but the words died on your lips as he pushed a finger inside you, rough and demanding. A moan escaped your lips, your head falling back against the wall.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he murmured, adding another finger, stretching you. “Just a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
You gasped, your hips moving involuntarily against his hand. The pleasure was overwhelming, clouding your mind and rendering you speechless. Jongho’s thumb found your clit, rubbing in circles that had you seeing stars.
“Can’t even talk back now, can you?” he continued, his voice dripping with condescension. “All that attitude, and now you’re just a whining mess just from my fingers.”
You could only moan in response, your hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He curled his fingers inside you, hitting a spot that made you cry out.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “Take it. Take what I give you.”
Your body trembled, every nerve ending on fire. He fingered you roughly, each movement sending waves of pleasure through you that left you breathless and needy. You tried to muster a response, but all that came out was a broken moan. Your brain couldn’t process anything but the overwhelming sensation of his fingers stretching you out deliciously.
“All it takes is a little pressure, and you’re putty in my hands.” Jongho said, his tone triumphant. Normally, you would feel so angry at him for that condescending and arrogant tone, but that was the least of your worries right now. His fingers felt way too good inside you.
You whimpered, feeling the pressure building inside you, ready to snap. He sensed it too, his movements becoming even more purposeful and intense.
“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice commanding.
“Y-yes,” you stammered, barely able to form the word. “Please, Jongho.”
“That’s right,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
With a final, expert twist of his fingers, you shattered, your climax crashing over you with such intensity that you couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from your throat. Jongho’s name was a broken cry on your lips, your body convulsing around his hand.
He held you through it, his fingers never stopping until you were completely spent, slumping against him. When you finally came down from the high, he pulled his hand away, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
“See how good you are when you listen?” he murmured, brushing a stray hair from your face. “So much better.” he murmured, then brought his fingers, still wet from your release, to your lips. “Now, clean up your mess, sweetheart.”
Your lips parted, and you took his fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean as he watched, his gaze never leaving yours. The taste of yourself mingled with the lingering taste of him, the act both degrading and strangely intimate.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice a rough whisper. “Always so eager to please.”
He withdrew his fingers slowly and dragged them to tugged at your lips. The sight in front of him was sending shivers down his spine. Your fucked out look, the way your chest was heaving from your earlier orgasm, the way your eyes were looking at him with that sexy gaze of yours, it was alsmot too much for him. “Fuck, I need to feel that pretty little mouth around me.’’ he continued, unbuttoning his pants and freeing himself.
You glanced down, your eyes widening slightly at the sight of him. He was big, bigger than you had anticipated, and a cocky smirk spread across his face at your reaction. “Surprised?” he teased, his hand tangling in your hair. “Think you can handle it, sweetheart?”
You swallowed hard, your mouth watering at the prospect as you nodded eagerly, already way too fucked out to care about your dignity. He chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on your hair as he guided your head down. You positioned yourself between his legs, your hands resting on his thighs. You started with a tentative lick along his length, earning a groan from him that sent a thrill through you. Encouraged, you took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.
“Fuck,” Jongho hissed, his hips jerking slightly. “Just like that.”
You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked, your tongue working along his shaft. His size was a challenge, but you were determined to take him as deep as you could, to show him you could handle it.
“God, you look so good like this,” he muttered, his voice strained. “So fucking perfect with my cock in your mouth.”
You hummed around him, the vibration making him groan louder. You pushed further, taking him deeper until you gagged slightly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He pulled back a bit, giving you a moment to breathe.
“Such a good little slut,” he praised, his words both degrading and arousing. “You love this, don’t you? Being on your knees for me.”
You nodded, unable to speak with him in your mouth. Your hands moved to his balls, massaging them gently as you continued to suck him, the taste of him overwhelming your senses.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips starting to thrust gently. “Take it all. I know you can.”
You relaxed your throat, allowing him to push deeper. The rhythm of his thrusts was demanding, and you did your best to keep up, your hands gripping his thighs for support. His praise and degradation only fueled your desire to please him.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his voice rough. “So good for me. Keep going.”
You could feel him twitching in your mouth, a sign that he was close. You increased your efforts, hollowing your cheeks and sucking harder, wanting to push him over the edge.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he growled, his hips snapping forward. “Take it all, sweetheart.”
With a final thrust, he spilled into your mouth, the salty taste filling your senses. You swallowed every drop, not wanting to waste a single bit, and he groaned loudly, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
When he finally pulled out, you looked up at him, your eyes still filled with desire. He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped.
As Jongho helped you to your feet, you were overcome with a desperate, whiny need for him. You pressed yourself against him, your voice a breathless whimper. “Jongho, please. I need you.”
He chuckled, a dark, teasing sound. “Look at you, so needy. Didn’t know you could be this desperate, sweetheart.”
You groaned, frustration and desire making your movements frantic. “Please, please. I can’t take it anymore.”
He gripped your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “You think you deserve it after being such a brat?”
“Yes,” you whimpered, your voice breaking with desperation. “Please, I’ll be good. Just… please.”
His eyes darkened with lust, and he smirked. “Since you were so good for me before, I suppose I can give you what you want.”
Without warning, he spun you around and pushed you against the wall, his body pressing against yours. His hands roughly lifted your skirt, tearing your underwear aside. “You’re going to take everything I give you, understand?”
“Yes,” you gasped, your body trembling with anticipation. “Fuck, Jongho. Please.”
He positioned himself at your entrance, and without any further teasing, he thrust into you roughly, filling you completely. The suddenness of it made you cry out, your hands scrambling for purchase against the wall.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, his breath hot against your neck. “Always acting tough, but look at you now. So desperate for my cock.”
You moaned, your body arching into him. “Yes, oh god, yes. More, please.”
He set a brutal pace, each thrust deep and demanding, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “You like this, don’t you? Being used like this. Such a good little slut.”
“Yes,” you sobbed, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming your senses. “I love it. I love it.”
His hand slid up your body, wrapping around your throat and pulling you back against him. “You’re mine. Only mine.”
You nodded as best you could, your mind foggy with pleasure. “Only yours, Jongho. Only yours.”
He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt you pulsing around him. His other hand slipped between your legs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles. “Come for me, beautiful,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
The combination of his rough thrusts and his skilled fingers sent you over the edge. You cried out his name, your body convulsing around him as your orgasm ripped through you. The intensity of it left you shaking, barely able to stand.
Jongho didn’t stop, his movements relentless as he chased his own release. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice laced with praise. “Taking me so well,’’ he started kissing your neck, leaving marks all over your throat and nape.
You were barely able to catch your breath before the pleasure began building again, his pace and the friction against your sensitive clit pushing you toward another orgasm. “Jongho,” you gasped, your voice a desperate plea.
“That’s it,” he growled, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. “One more time. Come for me again.”
The pressure built rapidly, your body responding to his command. With a final, powerful thrust, you came again, your walls clenching around him as another wave of ecstasy washed over you. The sensation pushed Jongho over the edge, and with a deep, guttural groan, he released inside you, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.
He held you there, both of you panting and trembling, the intensity of the moment leaving you both breathless. Slowly, he released his grip on your throat and turned you around, pulling you into a possessive kiss. Your body felt like it was floating, every nerve tingling from the intensity of your shared experience. You sighed against his lips, your exhaustion mingling with contentment.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. “You okay, sweetheart?”
You managed a tired smile, your voice soft and teasing. “Better than okay. You really know how to wear a girl out.”
He chuckled, his hand gently cupping your cheek. “You’re adorable when you’re all worn out.”
You rolled your eyes, still able to muster a bit of your usual sass. “Don’t get used to it.”
He laughed again, the sound warm and genuine. “I wouldn’t dream of it. But right now, I think you need to get home and rest.”
You nodded, too tired to argue. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
Jongho helped you straighten your clothes, his touch surprisingly tender given the intensity of the moments before. He guided you out of the room and through the bar, his arm securely around your waist. The noise and chaos of the celebration seemed distant, your focus entirely on the man beside you.
As you stepped outside, the cool night air was refreshing against your flushed skin. Jongho led you to his car, opening the passenger door for you with a small, endearing smile. You chuckled a bit at his gentlemaness and got into the car. He closed the door behind you and walked around to the driver’s side.
Once he was in, he started the car and glanced over at you, his expression soft. “You really are something else, you know that?”
You turned to him, your smile tired but genuine. “So are you, Jongho. Thanks for tonight.”
He reached over and took your hand as he drove. “Anytime, sweetheart. Now, let’s get you home.”
The drive was quiet and soothing, the city lights blurring into a comforting haze. You leaned your head against the window, feeling safe and content for the first time in a long while.
Despite the exhaustion, you couldn’t help but banter a bit more. “You know,” you said, your voice drowsy, “I still don’t like you calling me sweetheart.”
He smirked, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on the back of your hand. “Too bad. I think it suits you.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re irresistible,” he shot back, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Guess we make a good pair.”
You laughed softly, the sound fading into a comfortable silence as you felt your eyelids grow heavy. By the time Jongho pulled up in front of your place, you were already sleeping like a little baby.
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Can I ask a request of Diluc, Xiao, Childe, or Kazuha having an S/o who is like Kanao from demon slayer
DILUC, XIAO, CHILDE, KAZUHA W/ S/O SIMILAR TO KANAO
— characters: diluc, xiao, childe, kazuha.
— c/w: mentions of fighting, coin flipping, difficult pasts and fluff :) def not proofread
a/n: this definitely took a while and i apologize, my return was far past due. hopefully i’ll be more consistent with my writing, here you are though!!
DILUC
— a very gentle relationship
Not a lot going on at first, to be honest.
At the beginning, your quietness and your lack of expression and emotion distresses him a bit after growing interest in you.
But he can’t complain, because he acts in a similar way, except willingly.
You do it as an entire defense mechanism, he does it because he’s distrustful.
For this same reason though, you two learn to have more than a few things in common.
He is caught by surprise when you flip your coin around him. He learns quick why you do this though.
Your difficult pasts, surrounding your family, come to truth and you grow fond and caring of this gentleman.
He’s very kind with you, after learning about you and very very slowly easing you out of his shell. What he was not aware about was how you were doing the same to him.
He’s strong and responsible, and soon when he realizes the difficulties, you two don’t necessarily work through it on purpose,
But overall, having each other definitely helped you, and Diluc.
With your help, he may have been more open to showing his care towards Kaeya and Jean.
With his help, you may have decided on things on your own and grown to express your admiration and care for your loved ones.
In the end, he’s a very serious person, but he makes exceptions for you.
He may not be very expressive either, but it can be obvious when he’s glad to see you express yourself and make decisions on your own.
Diluc views it as progress for your health. He really cares about your well-being.
XIAO
— a very slow beginning
Not a lot going on here at the start either, especially here, with how quiet and reserved he is.
You two are EXTREMELY quiet. The beginning was definitely one of the hardest parts of your relationship.
He wasn’t willing to open up at all, and you just couldn’t start anywhere.
If it wasn’t for his curiosity to your coin, none of this may have happened.
From afar or from close up with very minimal conversation, slowly but surely he got closer to you.
Even though it was a very slow start, it was definitely a start.
Xiao may have found your silence quite a relief for a while. He might’ve been able to slip out a few words about how he felt, and then vanished away.
It certainly took a while before you two were familiar with each other enough where he could talk and he could pull you out of your shell to speak back.
But it happened. It just took many tries, and in the end, Xiao grew comfortable talking to you.
Your slow expressions of care towards him made him feel important, and noticed. He craved it, so his visits became more frequent. Progress with you was faster.
His trust in you grew and yours in his did too. You began talking, and your coin was to thank.
The people in the inn noticed this, and welcomed you whenever you passed around.
He perks up at your visit, and he continues to talk to you with care, and feels relief to see you speak in return.
CHILDE
— a golden retriever and a black cat, for sure.
He definitely approached you first.
Most likely impressed with the way you fought, and approached you in hopes of starting a conversation and perhaps a practice match.
But when you flipped your coin on heads, and you turned him away and only say goodbye, he was left confused. But also curious.
He kept pestering you, and you kept flipping your coin or leaving without a word because of your schedule.
But one day your coin landed on heads, and you owed him a fight.
He won, but it was a solid practice match. Childe grew intrigued with you and invited you to walk. Your coin landed on heads.
From here on he kept with you, on one sided conversation. But sometimes, Childe would talk to you about how he felt.
Your silence was just comforting—It felt like you were listening, and caring about what he had to say. Even though you just couldn’t really talk, and stared at him while he did.
But his constant fights and injuries did do a number on you. Your concern grew, and surely, your expressions did too.
This left him surprised, but excited. To him, he had found your weakness.
From here on out, he came to you with crazy injuries in hopes you’d talk to him. With this routine, his plan worked.
But after you did, it just grew on him. He wanted to talk to you, he wanted to hear you. Childe grew fond of you.
To practice matches to conversations, he just wanted to be around you and you started to trust him and express more. Your ability to hold your own impressed him.
KAZUHA
— mending your expression
Another one who doesn’t talk much.
Your relationship started off interesting. His small tunes and poems, and his alcohol definitely caught you off guard a little.
He was interested in your form of decision making, your coin flipping.
Kazuha would ask you questions, met with no reply. But he didn’t give up.
Necessarily his talking, drew you in to listen, without much to say of course.
Kazuha shared with you his methods of expression; through his writing and the wind. You grew to express through these at first.
Whenever your coin decided to write with him or listen to the wind, you felt a little closer to him.
Kazuha revealed bit by bit his past, with words or through other means, which led you to do the same.
Sharing these important things also led to trust. Kazuha had earned your trust, and through it, also the practice of your expressions.
Slowly, after the methods you expressed your care for him. Your difficult past was revealed as well, and so we’re your skills.
Your practice with the blade impressed him, and he only grew more and more fond of you.
Soon your relationship with him was one of comfort, and short words. He as a person didn’t talk much, focusing on the wind and the quiet stillness of Inazuma.
You weren’t any different in the beginning. Your silence at first, was something he was fond of. You did not interrupt, you did not make a single peep at the stillness of the area.
Kazuha learned fast though that this silence was not what it seemed. But your relationship had slowly snatched you from your shell without even realizing it.
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I’m sure this was already mentioned but, in the war, who’s fighting who? Is it an ideological or territorial battle? The war is mentioned a lot in here but what is it? And of course what’s the outcome?
Sorry for just spamming you with questions lol I’m just curious
no it wasn't! This has been sitting in my inbox cause it's not something I could resume in 1 ask without getting mad at myself for bastardizing stuff with years of context in the world. Also, I started writing it then never finished, which thank god cause it was old info and now i can use this ask in another way. I'd like to clarify things about that period that I don't want people to assume!
I don't remember whatever I said about it on my blog, and since I don't trust myself I'll assume all of it is old content from when I wasn't sure what I wanted. Either way I started altuyur when i was 17 its my problem if it sucked.
1 - The first contact didn't instantly explode into GA.
first contact refers to kyhuines having first contact with their bigger cousins, maanuls, after the successful expedition to traverse the Mashrkhfrah mountain range. A mountain belt that almost surrounded the entirety of kyhuine's habitats.
The other exit of it being a biome kyhuines couldn't traverse with the technology they had at the time, "mierthri" biomes or "deep red". The microorganisms found in the air and water there are lethal to them, and the density of the flora (most of it are actually mushrooms that evolved to act more like plants) and the fauna found there don't help either. It was safer to pass by the mountain range, however it wasn't easy either.
The subject of the traverse itself is years of content too in the world with context on why and who, so its not something i can talk about in-depth here either. I will say that the mountains are a sacred place for multiple cultures where traversing the Alps wasn't permitted. It was taboo for many, politically many groups and representatives were involved, and so on.
The two species knowing each other lasts decades. Meeting maanuls after the traverse was a shock, obviously. However, they didn't go to war just cause they found a new species, because that's not what the war is about.
2 - GA isn't about a species war
GA isn't maanuls or kyhuines wanting the other extinct or some odd reasons.
There are many reasons why conflict started, which are mainly about systems sucking rather than them being species racist. Sure, harmful beliefs founded on baseless rumors could happen in some factions such as red troupes and section 4. But they were more based on the place they lived in rather than their species. The belief that “kaar’kchir people love living under this system, they all support it, it's in their nature” was a solid one during the conflict and even a bit after.
In short, a list of what caused it. But the causes in the world remain a debated issue in KEO period.
Civil wars in surrounding colonies of kaar’kchir city
Rise of milletarism in kaar’kchir
Security dilemmas
Growth of “nationalism” (in quotes because countries aren't a thing there)
Territorial disputes
which are linked to:
resource problems and famines
And so on. New political factions formed in response to specific events or actions from other groups. Them gained importance, the belief that war was inevitable, and misunderstandings in diplomatic communications didn't help. There is many factors, so much so that people who joined military factions weren't even sure what was truly happening, being lured in with promises of becoming a hero for your people.
also
The major factions of it
bronze talons, known as red troupes after reform (it is intentional to be written as “troupe”)
section 4
ktlle
tamsitkah
there are other groups around but the most known and important were these 4.
3 - GA isn't the first conflict ever
Conflicts has always been a thing between colonies on Altuyur. While their history was quite peaceful compared to ours in general, it doesn't mean they never had conflicts between two different colonies. however, they were vastly resolved through talk, and debates that could last days or up to a week. Or through organized matches, ranging from culture-specific board games to even sports. Wrestling an important cultural sport in the north, even originated from this.
If there truly was no way to settle on an agreement between the two colonies. Members who wanted to do it their way, thinking there was no reasonable agreement to be had, would sometimes (although keep in mind rarely) make small groups and would plan to attack the others. Due to resolving to violence instead of finding another way, they'd be shamed by their home colony for their behavior and other neighboring groups could go as far as not wanting to trade for a while with them. Even if combats can be a grey thing in certain situations for them there's generally never an excuse for it. But, that is different among certain cultures that aren't so against violence. High plateau kyhuine groups do not see the shame others do in the act of organizing combats with talon extension to resolve conflicts.
However while small conflicts were always a thing, that in the vast majority would be resolved quickly or at least with minimal harm, they never had an actual war. At least never something so big and important until the GA period.
Bonus - Forget everything you know about GA characters honestly
I am ridiculously shy about them online and used to not know what to do with these freaks before. So sadly my blog is a shelter for old characterization. I am well aware for example that Monmartre is my most known character yet its the one no one knows anything about especially considering the complete rewrite of it i did almost a year ago now.
But whatever I'll try to be more open about them someday, since they’re people of altuyur history some can be somewhat important to it.
Bonus 2 -The traverse wasn't the first actual contact!
Tales of "giants with a sword face" for kyhuines, or "tiny people" for maanuls, might stem from them meeting their cousin's thousands of years ago during what's considered as "prehistory" for them. Some rare cave paintings also depict people that look like x species.
They forgot about each others, and they became rumors that turned into mythical beasts.
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yes i disappeared for a while and now i come back saying i wrote garbage on this blog before yeah
#this ask been rotting for a year or two#ask#worldbuilding#kyhuine#maanul#txt#GA#red troupes#section 4#tamsitkah#writing#fiction#altuyur#2024#oc discussion#im back from the trenches
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Beelzebub with a powerful God of Destruction
[ ONE-SHOT ] [ Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Records of Ragnarok ]
I had a lot of inspiration for this one and I love how it ended, but it got longer that i expected 😳😳 is like taking Hades' role
I hope you like it as much as I did!
Beelzebub had been reading of you, a powerful and merciless god of destruction who was feared and respected by almost all your pantheon, and by other gods too, it was strange to find a god who didn't fear you (at least a little) and he was sure that you will be able to make his wish come true and finish with his existance, so, making his choise, he go to search you
Just entering in your territory he was stoped by the guards, threatening him to go back in his way, but he was ready and started fight them. After minutes he was stoped by the same god he was searching
You stand up in all your glory in front of him, asking what the hell he wants with an annoyed expression, without hesitation he say that he wanted to fight you and before he can say something else you interrupt him saying that if that is what he wants he should just said it, making a mess of the place is usless, unless he wanted to please you, you are a god of destruction after all (but you weren't in the humor to clean someone's mess)
He was really surprised for your attitude, he had mentalized to find someone cruel and not this, you admitted to him that this wasn't the first time someone came to fight you in order to prove their strength, or something like that
Making some preparations you guide him to an arena where you could fight, telling him to not worry since is clean, there were nothing that could favor you nor him, just surrounded by all the guards and servants of the palace as spectators, also you tell him that he is free to use whatever weapon he wants, you don't care
Beelzebub still was surprised but he just brush it off and start fighting, it was rought and he was using all his strenght, it was a really difficult fight and last long but soon, between the screams of spectators and clashing guns you start to get advantage over him until Beelzebub run out of strength and fall on the floor, he couldn't move anymore, he was exhausted but he start feeling some relieve for finally finding someone strong enough to kill him
However, everything was throw away when you tell him that the fight was over since you already won
He get super angry, weren't you supposed to be merciless and cruel? why the hell are you leaving him alive? And after he get treated he confront you about it but you say nothing, just ignore his question, from your view you were just being honorable so why the hell is he so mad?
He didn't like this, he was furious at you so he decided to follow you from the shadows, whether you knew it or not, he search all he can about you, he was determinate to get what he wants, even if Beelzebub has to make you hate him if is need it in order to fullfil his goal
After a while you finally confront him about what he was doing, and he admitted to you that he wanted you to kill him, maybe it was that he picked your interest or it was just pity, but that doesn't matter, what matter is that you didn't want to kill him right away, so you offered him a deal, you had an important work to do, if he helped you fullfit it you will do what he wants and kill him, Beelzebub didn't like much the idea, but if that will be the cost then he will accept it
And after that day you two start working together, and you two get to know each other better, at first he wasn't interested in you at all, but with time he just can't stop himself and get curious about you
Everyone talk of you like you were the cruelest god alive, but that wasn't exactly true, he get the opportunity to meet you in reality, a side from you that only the people of your fully trust know, he see you smile and laugh so carefree and get excited for silly things (like one of the servants make you favorite dessert), he saw you scold some of the servants but it was like seeing a parent scolding their kids, he even see you get angry and frustrated and even then you didn't take it out against others
But he get the oportunity to see you fight too, and he sees you look at people with so much anger that they could feel like dying right there, talking with a voice so intimidating that he swears that even Satan would tremble, understanding now where all those rumors come from
Also you were constantly praising his intelligence and determination, but it took a while for him to finally accept the compliments, he feel it like he didn't deserve it. You get to know about his past too, about his friends and his lover that he ended up killing for the curse he has (understanding why he want to die so bad), still you never stop treating him friendly and with kindness
Until the day that he most feared came, one day the two of you were just hanging out like always, you proposed celebrated for how well your plan was going (you were so close to achieve your goal), and even if he didn't want to you weren't exclatly going to accept that answer, cheering him and insisting until he finally accepted. You two were having fun, just chating so carefree about everything and anything (he was even smiling) until everything goes black for Beelzebub and he loses control over himself, he had just pass out (just like all the other times)
When he finally wakes up he did it in a complety different room (he was in a bed, even covered with blankets) and you were nowhere to be found. Beelzebub was fearing the worst and cursing himself for doing this once again (even if it isn't his fault) only for his thoughts to be interrupted by someone entering in the room
It was one of the servants who where carrying some bandages and food for him, and after them was you, your body covered in bandages and some bruises too, just by looking at you he understand what happened and still he gets confused and surprise, but he feels more ashame than anything, even when you greet him cheerfuly he didn't have the brave to look at you in the eyes
He hesitantly let the servant check his wounds and change his bandages while you were telling him what happen, even when he already know it, and when you start praising his strenght (sure, it was Satan, but he have to be strong too, otherwise he wouldn't be able to handle Satan's power) he gets super embarased, but he didn't know if it was because he hated this situation or because it was you who were complimenting him
He stay silent all the time, not saying a single word, and after he get treated and the servant leave the room you look at him curiously, siting by his side you take his hands so gently that he even look at you out of surprise, and you were looking at him with so much care and love that he can feel tears forming in his eyes
You say that since you are close to achieve your goal your deal will finish soon too, and he should think about his request, if he still wants for you to end with his life you will, you promise to respet his decision until the very end and with that you leave the room (not without before telling him to eat and wishing him recovere soon)
He was right that you will be able to fullfil his wish, you survived Satan's attack after all, but right now Beelzebub doesn't know what to do, there was a lot to think, a lot to considerate
He doesn't know what he wants anymore
#shuumatsu no valkyrie#records of ragnarok#snv#ror#snv beelzebub#ror beelzebub#beelzebub x reader#beelzebub x y/n#snv beelzebub x reader#ror beelzebub x reader#snv x reader#ror x reader#anime and manga#anime x reader#anime x you#x reader#x gn reader#anime#manga
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Dragon Age: The Veilguard Fanfic: A Great Night.
Chapter 4.
Contains: Awkward First Time, Fluff, Hair Pulling, Foreplay: (Biting, Fingering, Sucking Each Other Off, Soft Nipple Play, Passionate and Rough Sex. Kinks Included Are: Breeding and Begging.
Warning: THIS CHAPTER IS 18+, NO MINORS.
I pushed my head through the mirror to peek into the Lighthouse. The halls were empty and not a sound was heard except for the low hum of The Eluvian I was standing in.
I pulled my head back out, looking back at Lucanis.
“It’s all clear. Let’s hurry though. I’d rather just… get straight to my room.”
“You are very eager. Even after that heavy conversation. Are you… sure?” Lucanis asked, concerned.
“Luca, I’m… I want you. I have been pining for you for a while… Trust me when I say… Being with you will make me feel so much more light. What about you?”
“I will… admit. I am feeling very nervous. Let’s… talk more in your room.” Lucanis said sheepishly.
I snuck on through the mirror with Lucanis, staying close to him, and as soon as he was through, started sneaking up the stairs.
It wasn’t long before we heard footsteps walking along the upper level, followed by the voices of Emmerich and Davrin. Both Lucanis and I hugged the wall of the stairs to avoid being seen. Listening to them.
“I am sure they’re fine. Both very capable rogues.” Davrin stated.
“Yet you worry, my friend.” Emmerich stated back.
“They’re still not back yet. I just checked both their rooms.”
Aww. Davrin. He does care.
“Perhaps they had found… another room for the night?”
“You mean…? Lucanis seems too reserved. Too in his own head. I don’t think he would go for it even if he had the chance to.”
Lucanis slowly turned to look at me. His eyes flashing purple again. Before I could say anything, he grabbed my hand and then pulled me up the stairs with him, walking loudly now.
“Ngh! Lucanis?!” I gasped.
Emmerich and Davrin started looking over, Davrin greeting with a smile.
“Oh hey! Wasn’t expecting you two! How was your-“
“We will talk later. Demitrix and I need to FUCK right now.” Lucanis said so matter of fact, pulling me up the next set of stairs. “We will see you both in the morning. Come on, Demitrix.”
I just broke. Speechless. Emmerich and Davrin both had shocked expressions and just froze in place as they watched Lucanis drag me off.
“Have a good night, guyyysss….”I said, giggling.
Once he pulled me to the top of the stairs, he then pulled me over to my room, pushed me into it, and then closed the door behind him with a slam.
I stood in the middle of my messy room, my curtains were drawn, with soft candlelight surrounding us.
Lucanis’s demeanor changed. He looked around, walking towards my pile of books in the corner, and started nervously playing with his hands.
“You have… lots of books on animals.”
“I uh… love animals.” I said a chuckle.
“Favorite one?” he said quickly.
His breath seemed to quicken.
“I love foxes. Have a fondness for the dark silver ones -are you okay?” I asked, walking over to him and putting my hand on his arm. “You seemed so ready to do this around Davrin and Emmerich and now that we’re alone, you’re asking me what my favorite animal is? Are you stalling?”
“To be honest, it is an important question.”
“Luca. Come on, You weren’t like this in the library or in the bureau. You were so handsy and so ready to go. I felt it.”
“Those times, I wasn’t thinking. Now that we are truly alone, and my mind is clear, I am… unsure of what to do. I have never done this before.” He said quickly, turning his head. “This will be my first time.”
I paused.
“You mean… oh, Luca. It’s alright! I am a bit nervous too if that makes you feel better.”
“You are? How? You’ve done this countless times! You flirt and charm often and always know just what to say… How can someone like you be nervous during this?”
I smiled and grabbed his chin, turning him gently towards me.
“I am nervous because… this is my first time with someone I love. That I am… romantically involved with. Now, it’s even more nerve racking that you’re a virgin because I want to be amazing for your first time. Even though I am nervous, I… I look at you and I just want to be with you. To have you. To be one with you. We don’t have to do this but, if you insist we should, we will take it slow, okay? How about I let you explore me, huh? Get to know my body?”
His gaze toward me softened and he smiled, nodding.
I then walked to the middle of the room, and in front of him, removed all my gear, tossing it the side. Turning away before pulling my top off, then slowly slipping my pants down, kicking them to the side with my boots.
I turned towards him and slowly removed my crow mask and undid my hair, letting it fall. Tossing the ribbon and mask to the side as well.
Lucanis’s eyes were big, covering his mouth with his gloved hand, keeping his arms crossed. His eyes danced around my body, almost like he was studying me and walked over.
“You are… very beautiful.”
“Thank you~” I purred back at him, feeling up his chest. “Now it’s your turn.”
I heard him gulp nervously but he nodded, kissing my forehead softly. He started to undo his crow head clasps in front of me before turning bright pink in the face.
“Could you… Could you turn around? I am… embarrassed.”
I smiled a bit, but turned, climbing into my bed and stretching along it.
As I did, I hoped that Lucanis was watching me and stretched like a cat, pushing my ass out into the air for him to see and spreading my legs.
“Mmmm…my bed always feels so comfy. Can’t wait for you to join me~”
I then heard the familiar sound of a belt and pants dropping as well as the sound of lots of knives dropping to the floor.
“Not a word, Trix.” Lucanis warned me from behind.
I laughed. “I didn’t even say anything, Luca.”
I then felt him climb into the bed, crawling over to me. I turned over and he was on his knees on the bed behind me, feeling my legs up. His body bore some scars here and there on his tanned Antivan skin. His chest, arms and stomach covered in thick, dark hair. His hypnotic dark brown eyes staring down at me with a nervous smile as he started to crawl on top of me.
I then felt his bare cock rub up against my thigh and my face grew hot.
“Wow… you feel… thick.” I gulped.
“Is that… good?” He said, embarrassed.
“Y-yes! I love the feeling of… being stretched open.” I chuckled, holding onto his arms. “It makes me feel so… dominated.”
Lucanis smiled down at me then turned a brighter pink.
“I’m… I’m going to touch you now. Okay?”
I giggled and laid back for him.
“Go right ahead, handsome~ Explore as much as you want. Do whatever you want to me. If you get too nervous, just let me know. We can stop whenever you want, okay?”
He nodded and took a deep breath before he began touching my face gently, running his fingers over my tattoo and following the curves. His fingers glided over to my neck next, going with the tattoo. His touch was so gentle yet the strokes felt so sensual and sexy. I was swimming in the sensation of it all, letting my body relax with it. I felt his fingers glide over my nipples and I left out a soft whine, the sensation making my body jolt and shudder.
He immediately did it again but faster and I gasped, making my legs squeeze together.
“You like that?” He said, now pinching them,
I gasped again and gripped the sheets under me.
“Y-yes…! I am extremely sensitive there! Ahh~ It feels good when someone plays with them… Try… Try using your mouth…~”
Obediently, he leaned his head down and licked at my nipple before starting to suck on it. Flicking the other one with his free hand.
I moaned loudly, my back arching slightly. My mind got foggy from swimming in his touch.
“Holy maker…! Okay… you’re learning fast…!” I said, panting a bit.
He seemed eager now, letting go and feeling my sides up and kissing down my body.
“I keep hearing your noises and… I want to make you make more sounds…” he purred.
Oh Creators, This man is going to DESTROY me.
He grabbed my legs and spread them open, my cock twitching with his suddenness, precum dripping down my cock.
“Lucanis! You’re being so bold! I didn’t think you’d-“
He then stopped looking up at me with big, worried eyes.
“Do you need me to stop?”
“Are you kidding?!” I yelled, my face flushed with heat. “Go crazy! Do whatever you want to me!”
Lucanis only darkly chuckled. Which made me shiver.
“You know… when I walked in on an orgy once, I remember someone doing something that intrigued me. Let me try it.”
“Uou walked in on an-“
He licked up the precum dripping from my cock and then took my cock into his mouth and started sucking me off.
I gasped out and gripped the sheets, my body twisting and contorting as he sucked. His tongue twisting around the head of my cock and then pushing against my cockhole.
“Lucanis! LUCANIS! Mi Amore! Mir Vhenan!” I screamed in pleasure.
My mind was now swimming in him, my voice nothing but whining and whimpering. I couldn’t contain myself anymore and I didn’t want to. There was no Veilguard, no Elven gods, No danger. Just Lucanis and I.
I started to scream louder, when I felt his fingers rubbing on my ass, trying to push into me.
“Ngh! Lucanis?!”
He plunged his fingers into me, curling them inside and moving them against my walls. Pulling them out and then pushing back in.
I started to drool, my eyes rolling back, feeling him exploring me. Shuddering as I felt his moans on my cock.
I felt my cock swell, my body starting to build up pleasure and I pulled at the sheets.
“Mi amore! MI AMORE! I am going to burst!”
He seemed confused for a moment before I screamed, my sperm starting to pump into his mouth.
He choked on it, then pulled off, sperm spraying all over his gorgeous face. Wiping some off with his fingers and spreading them out looking at it.
“You sprayed all over my face.” He said inquisitively.
“Sorry… I was… really excited.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He licked his lips, smirking. “You’re delicious. Very sticky and sweet. Like a glaze.”
I laid my head back, blood rushing to my cock again as he talked.
I am so in love with this man. He’s so cute. I’m going to do so many things to this man. Things that will make the Crows blush. He won’t be the same man that came into this room come morning.
I snapped out of it when I saw his hand waving in front of my face, and his concerned looking eyes watching me.
“Are you alright? I did good, right?” He asked eagerly.
“So good. Soooo good. In fact, I want to thank you for your efforts.~” I giggled.
I then pushed him on his back, crawling on top of him and the face he made…
He looked up at me with such nervous brown eyes. His hands gripping onto my biceps and his legs closed. His cock, however, was throbbing hard.
“Wait.. I’ve never… released before. I just.. could never relax… If I cum too fast, please don’t… don’t think little of me.”
Never released before?!
“Oh you poor pent up man… Oh, that thought makes me weak. Don’t worry. I won’t judge at all. I’m going to make sure you get the release you need.”
He nodded and then watched me as I grabbed his chin, moving his head to the side.
“I’m going to mark you now~”
I buried my face into the crook of his neck and sunk my teeth into his neck. His body reacted hard, his back arching and his hand gripping my hair by the roots but not pulling me off.
I sucked onto his skin, and I could feel him hold back a moan, but then he shuddered, letting out a long low groan. Holding onto me tight, he shook and said a tiny curse under his breath as I let go.
“There.~”
“Bastardo…” he said in a low growl.
I giggled mischievously and crawled down to his, kissing his chest and down his stomach as I went. Feeling every crease and muscle as I got between his legs to his thick, but flaccid cock.
“You poor thing… You must be aching here.” I purred, grabbing his balls. “I’ll help you relieve it.~”
He jolted and covered his face with his arm, his face turning red.
“Just… ahh…”
“Relax, mi amore. I’ll show you how.”
I grabbed his cock and dragged my tongue along the side of it. Licking it up, it starts to quickly rise in my hand.
As Lucanis started making loud groaning noises, I sucked onto his cock hole which made him jolt and arch his back.
“Fuck! Trix! Trix!”
I pulled off giggling, before taking him all the way down my throat, sucking on him as I bobbed my head up and down.
“Oh Maker… Oh Maker, Trix… your mouth is so warm and sopping wet…. Your throat is so tight….! Hhhaaa….”
His moans were turning me on so much, and just feeling his body shake under me made my head spin.
“Trix… Trix… Unnnffff Triiixxx….” he moaned.
I pulled off, jerking him off by my face and getting a breather.
“You're going to cum for me, love~? Are you going to cum for me?” I asked
I started to deep throat him and he let out a loud and long moaning noise, shaking hard.
“Oh fuck… Yes, mi amore! Yes yes! Trix! Trix!”
He grabbed my hair by the root and shoved me down as far as I could go before, forcing me to swallow him down as he shot into my throat.
“Stay. Down.” He growled at me.
My eyes rolled back as I choked on his sperm, trying my best to swallow it down, but it leaked out of my mouth, dripping onto my chin and then on the bed.
“Meirdaaa…” he gasped.
He let go and I gasped for air, coughing and gasping. Lucanis gently rubbed my back, obviously feeling bad for making me choke on him.
“Oh Trix, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go so rough, my mind just… I wasn’t thinking…”
“Fuck me.”
“Pardon?”
I grabbed his shoulders and shook him, looking into his eyes.
“I want. You. To fuck me. HARD.”
I pulled away from him and pushed my face into the pillows, sticking my ass up at him.
“Please Lucanis, I need it! Please just… Fuck me until the sun rises and fill me up. Fill me up with your sperm. Make me messy~!” I begged.
I felt his hands grab my hips and then pin me down. I spread my legs so he’d have easy access to me and hugged a pillow, watching him. He started looking around for something.
“Do you have any oil? Something to make it easier for you and me?”
“I have body oil in my nightstand… It's just going to smell of roses, though.”
Lucanis crawled over to my nightstand and shifted around in the drawer, grabbing the little glass bottle and bringing it over.
He looked at it confused, and then dripped some of it on my hole and then on his cock.
“Okay. Are you ready?” He said, pushing his fingers inside of me, rubbing the oil around inside.
I moaned out, my mind wandering with the rose scent in the air, his fingers stirring me up.
“Y-yes! Fuck me… Fuck me, please…!” I moaned out to him, looking back at him. “Make me yours, Lucanis Dellamorte.”
He placed his cock at my hole, before slipping in with ease, using his fingers as guidance.
“Ahhhhh…~!” I moaned out.
Lucanis laid across my back, shuddering and groaning from his cock inside and my hole was getting stretched open from it.
“I’m… inside.” He gasped.
“Yep… You definitely are, mi amore~ Gods, your cock is so… girthy…thicccck….” I drooled.
Lucanis chuckled a bit, before relaxing into me, kissing my back.
“I’m going to start moving now. Okay…?”
“Okay… Don't be afraid to be rough.” I assured him.
Turns out I didn’t need to.
He started taking long deep strokes in and out of my hole. The oil made him extremely slick and hard for him to control how hard he was going. Or so I thought.
I started moaning out loudly, my pain slowly going towards pleasure. My emotions and hormones were going crazy.
“Mi Amore! Mi amore! oh gods! Oh gods, You are going so hard at the start! You’re going to ruin me!”
“Good… Good…” Lucanis moaned out.
“G-good?!”
He pulled my hair back slamming me deeply on his cock, my inside squeezing around him in a passionate mix of pain and pleasure.
He brought his mouth very close to my ear, growling in it.
“I want to ruin you. Break you. Make it so you recoil at the touch of another man other than my own. I love you, and want to make sure other men know it, too.”
I gasped, my cock throbbing hard at his possessiveness. I wanted him to do it. To fuck me. To have me. To love me. To ruin me. To build me up. As much as he fucking wanted to.
He will have nothing less than what he desires for the rest of his life.
He shoved my face into the bed and started ramming me harder, making me scream out his name. His nickname. I screamed out for him. He screamed out for me.
He flipped me over and hugged me tightly, pressing deeply inside. I could feel his balls pressing against my hole and pulsating with lust.
“I love you, Demitrix. I love you so much.” Lucanis moaned out as he humped into me. “I’ll protect you and love you!”
“I love you too, Lucanis! You’ll never be alone again! I’ll always be right beside you! Fill me up, love! Mir vhenan, fill me up!” I begged.
He kissed me deeply as he pressed all the way into me again, his cock pulsating inside as he started filling me up with sperm. His body was shaking as he came. I, with him. I felt my cock just coating him with sperm, his body becoming sticky on top of me.
I looked up into his eyes and for the first time since I’ve met him, I saw him simply glow. His smile was so soft and genuine. His eyes were so big and loving. He finally relaxed. With me.
“I love you, Lucanis….” I said, dreamily.
“I love you, Demitrix…” He panted.
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“Good morning you two! You both are up super late!” Yelled Bellara.
Lucanis just moved past her into the kitchen.
“Coffee. Coffee. Coffeee…” He groaned.
I came up to her from behind him and smiled.
“He and I had a wild night last night while we were out in Treviso.” I whispered.
“Oh! Hungover?” She whispered back.
Davrin came into the dining room next, smirking.
“Hey Demitrix. Next time you and Lucanis decide to do some late night romping, try to remember that some people hear you.” He said with a smug look.
“Especially if they sleep right under your room.”
I coughed hard, Bellara stood shocked.
Lucanis came out holding a cup of coffee as chaos ensued with Bellara asking millions of questions, Davrin laughing and teasing me, and I trying to get them to quiet down.
I saw him sip and then smile at me.
“What a great night.” He smirked.
#video games#dragon age#bioware#dragon age the veilguard#writing#lucanis dellamorte#my rook#rook x lucanis#lucanis x rook#Fanfic#chapter 4#mlm#this was a labor of love#i love them so much#i want them to get married right now
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I’ve read your google docs of the katayanagi twins’ fashion. Super interesting stuff and I love it as both a fashion enthusiast and fan of the siblings. Your document really emphasizes the distinction between those two even with the very little info we have on them (kyle’s style could be late 80s japanese pop while ken’s style could be more leaning towards visual kei). Also matches their personalities (ramona mentioned kyle is the hothead of the two, so I guess the pretty and proper bad boy kind of look fits him)
Something about your endnote fascinates me, however. You mentioned something about the twins’ relationship being strained but then strengthened after ramona’s betrayal. Would you implore more on the idea? I’m now invested in it very much…. thank you and have a good day
Thank you!!! I mostly based my looks off this piece of concept art by O’Malley, which makes me think the personalities the twins had in their few anime appearances were just parts that weren’t as well communicated in Vol. 5
(I think that little doddle next to the crossed out “they’re not even Japanese” emphasizes that visual kei comparison you made)
But as for the second bit, I think the twins weren’t exactly on great terms, even before Ramona. A decent part of this has to do with my own personal head cannons surrounding Kyle and how I perceived his and Ramona’s relationship with alcohol, but also with just how different the twins seem to be under the surface. They seem like they would run in almost completely opposite social circles and be invested in similarly opposite things.
And it’s honestly really tied to their teens. Basically, their parents kinda unintentionally set up a dynamic where Kyle felt like Ken got away with everything (piercings, weird clothes, going out to band shows and having a more trusting relationship with their parents) and Ken thought Kyle couldn’t get his act together (partying, showing up back home late, getting in fight with their parents). Neither was true as in reality their parents let a lot of stuff with Ken slide that wouldn’t have otherwise because “well at least he’s not drunk” and Kyle was genuinely going through some serious mental shit but not telling anyone so his actions just looked super random and mean spirited. So by the time they get to college, they haven’t really addressed this weird image they have of the other in their heads.
And it explains how Ramona was even able to two time siblings. They’re not going to the same parties, they’re not really talking at length about their lives (since they never mention enough detail to make the other suspicious), they’re probably not really bothering each other much if they share a dorm. Ramona unconsciously sees and plays this divide, knowing they’re not really together enough for her to get caught.
It also emphasizes for me a very emotional aspect for all three of them. Ramona is hot off a messy break up (Roxie), the breakup that ended her first relationship with a women and also seems to be her first attempt at having something…maybe not serious but genuine (it seemed more important than anything with Matt Todd or Lucas). Shes hardly in the headspace to be in a relationship, and maybe after some nights out, she’s terrified and not sure what to do because whoops she’s in two! And the longer it goes on the less Ramona actually wants to fix it because it’s kinda fun in a messed up way, and the twins aren’t bad company…until it all comes crashing down and she’s out the door before they even notice she’s gone. I think Ramona’s relationship with the twins is her at her actual lowest, with her being most at fault for what happened and the least justified in bolting afterwards. This low point is exactly when Gideon finds her, unsure and upset at herself, in exactly the position to manipulate her. (Sorry if this came off a little Ramona bash-y, I love Ramona but this girl makes bad choices)
As for the twins, I think the really strong emotional beat here is the idea of how avoidable it would’ve felt for them. How if they had just been able to set aside their own bullshit, if they had even bothered to connect at all, they could’ve figured it out in a few days, rather than in a few weeks or a few months. Ramona’s betrayal is catalyst for them to sit down and just…talk out a lot of their own personal crap.
But yeah that’s why. Sorry this got super massively long, but I hope you liked it and it wasn’t too ramblely lol.
#long post#anon ask#scott pilgrim#ken katayanagi#kyle katayanagi#katayanagi twins#ramona flowers#my head cannons#thank thank thank you for bringing this up I’ve been dieing to talk about it#the twins low key seem like the kinda guys to be super put together on the outside but like five seconds from unraveling on the inside#I love them they are my messy idiots#also this is mostly based on comic lore don’t come in here with that they were her TAs nonsense#they can be players but weirdos? nuh uh. no.#tho I am deeply curious like what was Ramona’s major? engineering maybe since she knows about the sub space highways
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We'll Be Okay
Everyone heads to Brindleton Bay to enjoy the end-of-summer party hosted by Veronica. A whole summer apart everyone has a lot to catch up on and enjoy their last moments of freedom before their last year of university
Heading to the kitchen to get some more things for the party, Grayson feels a little disappointed that he hasn't seen Gideon yet. It took the whole summer for him to get the courage to finally face Gideon. Not paying attention to his surroundings he hears his name being called
"Grayson"
This is awkward. Very awkward.
"We need to talk Grayson"
They sit together quietly just enjoying each other's company. They left each other on such bad terms now that they are here sitting beside each other none of them know what to say first. "I did get that tattoo. It's a dagger with a snake on my back. I'm sorry for keeping that from you. I did it because I wanted to make sure I could protect you, looking back at it now I did more harm than good. I'd do anything for you Grayson, it was a small price to pay if it meant we could be together"
"I've done things I'm not proud of. I just don't want you to think any less of me"
"I should have trusted you more. I still trust you...I was just being silly"
"My family did some unforgivable things. It was a scary situation but you don't have to worry about them anymore"
Grayson understands the meaning of those words but he wants to hear them loud and clear. Gideon still feels like the same man he grew up with but now there is an edge to him that Grayson wants to understand
"Did you...kill your grandparents?"
"No. Just Alaia..."
It's a hard pill to swallow knowing that Gideon the person he grew up with could do that. He saw Gideon through a rose-coloured lens, his Gideon was sweet, soft and comforting. He knows Gideon is still all those things but this version of Gideon is very attractive. The question at the tip of Grayson's tongue is gonna be hard but he knows this is an important step for them
"Would you hate me if I said I wanted to stay single for a little while longer?"
Those words cut at Gideon's heart. He just wants things to go back to how they were. He wants Grayson back in his life, his home and his bed. Life is empty without him.
"I could never hate you."
"I do want to get back together...eventually. But this past year has been a mess, I stopped feeling like myself with everything going on. I stopped painting, I was stressed and felt this heavy weight on my shoulders. I love you so much but this space would be good...for us"
Gideon doesn't want to take a damn break. He wants to be with Grayson officially, he wants to get married and he wants Grayson in his bed every. single. night.
"You're not allowed to see anyone else!"
"Since when were you so selfish?"
"I don't care! You can't do it! I heard something over the summer did you beat up a kid in high school for wanting to ask me out?"
"Who told you about that?"
"Answer me!"
"Yes. He was a little shit and I'd do it again" Grayson is losing his mind, Gideon has always been hot but this is at a new level and he likes it. A lot
They lay together silently. Once they get up they are stuck in this awkward place, not boyfriends but still friends, not exactly broken up either. Grayson didn't give a timeline for how long he wants their break but it's probably better this way. "Don't worry. We'll be fine"
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isn't it strange? (4)
series summary: you woke up from a long coma with no memory of a part of your life only to be told by your teammates that you're married to the man you hated seven years ago. even though that seemed to be the only problem, as time goes on you're realizing there's a lot more history and mystery behind the accident that left you in medical care for months. blackouts, more memory loss, mistrust and a strange man who seems to be connected to everything. every day it gets harder to trust anyone around you, but you won't stop until you can finally uncover the truth behind the accident.
chapter summary: when you thought you were having the time of your life, an unknown man appeared in you life to shake everything you know to the ground.
pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader
words: i don't know 😭
warnings: just curse words, and drama.
note: so it's finally here, and i can't believe it. i don't know if i'm proud of it, or if i'm feeling meh about it. i have mixed feelings. but what is actually important is that i managed to make it out alive and you guys have what you've been waiting for (hope so). also, i edited this in a rush in class, so sorry for any mistake. anyway, wish you all like this one, don't forget feedback is appreciated!! and let me know what you think about this part! 💜💜
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You kept your gaze on Bucky as Clint's eyes scanned your face. Your husband was standing in front of Dr. Cho with Tony Stark at his side, impassive. Interesting things they were talking about, so that not even the wind or your furtive glances could cause the black-haired man to avert his gaze. Surely it was something to do with you, with your state of health and such things, maybe. You had stopped paying attention a few days ago, even though it had barely been a week since you had woken up without remembering anything.
And you still couldn't do it, remember, though… You had never felt so good. Well, you couldn't know if you'd ever felt this way either. You probably had, but at that moment it was an unmatched feeling. To know everything that had happened and yet your body, your spirit and your whole being continued to fight to stay in this world. You didn't know what things delved deep into your mind, where not even your thoughts reached, where the true unconscious lay. Neither you nor the medicine knew. Whatever was going on, it was still a mystery.
And yet, even though all the circumstances had been surrounded by the suffering of others and hopeless tears, what you were trying to do since you were fully aware of the situation was to be extremely positive and to always be grateful. Ultimately, too many bad things had happened for you to get to that moment, but you couldn't just sit around mourning for a heart that would no longer return. Tears and screaming wouldn't bring you back to the past, no one could bring things back to the way they were, so why spend time on it? Instead, you could meet everything for the first time once again and create new memories with each of the exceptional people who surrounded you.
“What are you thinking about?” the voice of Clint echoed in the back of your head.
Bucky. Bucky was still with his serious face in front of Dr. Cho. You didn't know if his lack of expression was good or bad. Even in Tony's face you couldn't find any emotion.
“What I'd like to go into town on,” you replied crossing your arms without averting your gaze. “Maybe shopping or something.”
“Wouldn't you just like to go for a walk?”
You hummed thoughtfully, your mind split in two trying to continue the conversation with your partner normally while remaining fully focused on your husband.
“Maybe, but I like the idea of bringing things back that will allow me to remember the places I've been better.”
“Ah,” Clint nodded, you saw him out of the corner of your eye move his head to where you were looking. “You want to buy souvenirs.”
You nodded silently.
“When I walk into my room in this Complex it's too empty. I don't know if it was like this forever, but being in there makes me feel so lonely.”
“I think Bucky packed a lot of your things after the accident, when you wouldn't wake up. Even later he told you where they were stored in case you wanted to unpack them, but I don't think you ever did.”
“Yes, he told me something similar. But I don't want the old stuff, I want something new. I want different things. I don't want to think about who I was and the things I had because I'm never going to be able to remember what they meant to me. I have no choice but to tie new emotions to other memories.”
Clint didn't respond, but you felt his gaze on yours as the three people in front of you began to approach at a slow pace, with more words coming out of Dr. Cho's mouth. You were gnawing deep inside curious as to how much of what they were talking about because, even though it had to be, you didn't want to confirm that it was about you. And you doubted it because when the doctor gave you the progress of your studies she didn't take more than twenty seconds talking, but she always seemed to have more to tell the others.
Maybe it was just as well.
When Bucky finally looked at you, his eyes sparkled. Standing closer to your position, you could tell that his expression softened and there was no trace of any discomfort. Tony, next to him, couldn't relax as much as he would've liked.
The conversation died as soon as they reached your auditory space, as it did every time. Dr. Cho gave you a tight-lipped smile and bowed slightly before heading for the entrance to the Complex.
“Ah, my two favorite quacks,” Tony greeted, his jocular expression coming back to life as if it had been plucked from ice water.
“Stark,” Clint barely murmured.
You resigned yourself to silence, not looking away from the man's eyes that saw deep inside you. Somewhere, deep, deep, deep down in your soul, you felt something stir.
“Is Carol back yet?” Tony inquired into the air, surely to Clint who might be the only one too focused to answer him.
“Supposed to be,” the blond nodded, his head moving to watch the sky. “She gave notice at headquarters a little while ago that she was on her way.”
“With good news?”
Clint cocked his head to one side, silence taking hold for a few seconds.
“Something like that.”
“Well, I'll go find out,” Tony shook his shoulders, and as if on cue, Clint stretched out on the beach chair before rising. “You coming, Barnes?”
“No.”
When Clint moved far enough away, Bucky plopped down in the chair the blond had been occupying, just inches away from yours. In the middle of the green field outside the Complex, Tony barely sighed.
“Okay, I'll see you guys later.”
And without further ado, the pair departed in the direction of the interior of the facility.
“What were you guys talking about with Dr. Cho?” you couldn't help but ask.
Your gaze focused on Bucky's face, something you could almost never avoid. Automatically, wherever you were, your eyes always found the melodious face of the man who had married you. It was intriguing to acknowledge that you had no memory of him, but your body leaned toward him and your muscles demanded to be near him as if they could remember what your mind couldn't.
Surely it was so.
“Tony wanted to make sure we had the medical supplies we needed for any emergency.”
“It was too long a conversation for you to talk about just that.”
“We need many, many, supplements.”
You hummed a nod, unconvinced.
“What were you and Clint talking about?” the man took the direction of the conversation and turned to look at you, cocking an eyebrow.
“Ah, if you only knew,” you made an exaggerated version of the you-won't-believe-it expression as you spun around on the chair to face him. “Clint is a professional talker. He told me so much about his life that I could pass a best friend test right about now. I feel like I know his family personally because of so many things he told me.”
The man next to you let out a short laugh, causing you to slam your mouth shut. You watched his shoulders shift slightly, his body sinking into the gray cushions of the chair, his shoulders slack and his expression much calmer than before. You had spent almost every day since you woke up trying to wrest that expression and that sound from Bucky. Every moment of the day he looked so stressed and overwhelmed and so unwilling to hold on to life that you felt it was the least you could do. Besides, you also liked doing it… and listening to him.
You didn't know if it was because it was really that easy or just because it was you and you were a natural, but you found it very easy to cheer up his face with a comment or two. To be honest, you had never seen the others in the group make him laugh so you guessed it was more the latter.
“There was no need to drown me in sarcasm.”
“And you didn't have to lie to me.”
Bucky screwed up his face at incalculable speed.
“I didn't lie to you.”
“You weren't talking about medical supplements with Cho.”
Suddenly, a dejected expression graced Bucky's face. You were about to pull back and make some joke about anything when he finally spoke first:
“No, we didn't talk about supplements.”
You kept silent, staring at his tense figure on the chair.
“She was telling us that your studies today revealed nothing different from yesterday, so there is still no explanation as to why you lost all your memories, again.”
Bucky turned his head to look at you again, his eyes drooping and the shadows under them much more visible than before. His grim look sent shivers down your spine. You promptly decided you didn't like it.
“I'm sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.”
“It's supposed to be my marital duty to take care of you and I can't find the reason why all this happened.”
“Bucky, it's not your fault.”
“Sometimes I can't help but feel like it is.”
Your heart howled in pain. You felt an itch mixed with burning become camp all over your chest, and the right words battled inside your head to get out of your mouth. Seeing Bucky like that was infuriating, because you couldn't help him, and you were well aware of it. Only once before, these days, had you heard him mention anything about it and it wasn't welcome. You hated seeing him like this but you hated more that you couldn't do much to change it.
“I'm fine right now, aren't I?” you tilted your head to look into his sparkling eyes.
He barely nodded, shaking his head imperceptibly, that had you been distracted you would have missed it.
“Then don't worry too much.”
Bucky didn't respond, but his gaze wandered over your face for several more seconds as time raced around you two. With the nicest weather you've had the last few days, you stayed with Bucky most of the afternoon in those chairs outside the Complex. No one showed up to call you.
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You were walking through the corridors of the Complex with Natasha when something strange happened.
It was a long walk to the other end of the building, passing through a countless amount of glass instead of walls. Tony must've been a lover of natural light.
Bucky had just said goodbye to you, and on your way into the Complex you ran into Natasha. You hadn't talked much to Bucky after you mentioned the exams, you had only told him that you wanted to go shopping one day, and he assured you that one of those days he would accompany you. You remained silent and thoughtful after that.
You wanted to spend more time finding out if what he had told you was the only thing bothering him inside his head or if there was something else… but then you found Natasha and decided it would be good to keep your mind off it for a while.
“So you guys only do that?”
Natasha nodded. She walked with her hands clasped behind her back, her back straight and her steps graceful. You'd expect nothing less from SHIELD's top agent. She had her red hair pulled back in a perfect braid, which you almost doubted she could have done herself when you couldn't even get one on one side. She seemed serene and calm walking beside you, despite having risked her life only a few hours before you met her. You didn't know if you could ever act so impassive after coming close to dying.
“Is that too little for you?”
“No!” you exclaimed quickly, fearful that you had offended her. “I was just saying that because I didn't think looking for documents could be so dangerous.”
“We're in a field where almost half the world hates us, and at least a quarter of those people can counter our power. Those people take advantage of any moment of weakness to strike.”
“But you're always prepared, aren't you?”
Natasha sighed, “Yes, we try.”
The eternal corridor was coming to an end. At the bottom you watched some people walking in their direction, and thought of the endless path that awaited them to the other end of the building.
“What about Carol? I heard she came back from a mission.”
Natasha raised her eyebrows and moved her head to look ahead. Her posture didn't alter, but she did take a few seconds to respond.
“Carol does recon missions too, only hers are more specific because she can do certain things we can't.”
“It must be great, don't you think?”
You turned to look at the redhead who was frowning.
“I don't mean missions, I mean having powers, can you imagine being able to fly? That must be amazing.”
“Yes, surely. Sadly those abilities are what also get us into trouble.”
You deflated your smile. Of course, you had left that part out. How many people because they wanted to do evil, surely tried to hurt them to keep them from getting in the way of their plans. Or they were trying to do worse things you didn't even want to name. People with macabre motivations, with the desires of the pit of evil. People who had no sense of morality and empathy.
Sure flying had its advantages, but it brought with it something of a curse.
You no longer knew if it would be so great to fly knowing you had arrows pointed at you.
“Don't be discouraged,” Natasha spoke again. “We've been fine so far. We're taking care of each other.”
You didn't know if Natasha had mumbled or if you had been so deep in thought that you heard her words as if you were underwater.
But suddenly, a huge smile planted itself on your face.
“A puppy!” you exclaimed in pure happiness.
The surroundings blurred in your mind as you watched that golden ball of fur run towards you as you knelt down to receive it in your arms. The puppy stirred in your lap for several seconds that seemed like a utopian eternity, until you heard a whistle and the puppy got up and ran after you.
You felt ecstatic. In the position you were in, you had never seen a dog in person, except for some images you saw on the internet. To have touched their amazingly silky soft golden hairs, felt the licks around your arms and had their weight on your legs seemed almost unreal; like a dream.
“Natasha,” you began, still distractedly watching the hallway you had just walked down and just where the little dog was running after several people, “that's the most beautiful little thing I've-”
As you turned your head, you felt like you had hit a concrete wall.
You automatically collided your gaze with that of an unfamiliar man. You wanted to turn around to tell Natasha that you had never seen anything more beautiful and that you were going to tell Bucky to get you one, but you couldn't move your head. It was like a magnet forcing you to keep your gaze on that man's, but there was nothing but the movements of your unconscious.
He was an older man with light eyes. His dark brown hair was neatly combed to the right and barely a few gray hairs stuck out on the sides. His expression was stoic, he seemed to have been polished that way since birth and he didn't alter it as he walked in the opposite direction from you. You barely noticed a few blue and red flashes from his clothes, because you couldn't take your eyes off his eyes. You were drawn to them in a… strange way.
And suddenly, rising in your chest, you felt anger. You didn't know if it was directed at the man or at the fact that you couldn't separate your gaze from his. You felt your brow furrow as time ran slower and slower. The man mimicked your expression, as if like you he felt under some kind of spell.
You followed his gaze as he walked, your body jerking in anger that moved to your temples. A headache was beginning to form.
You felt the hand of who must have been Natasha on one of your arms, but you were still watching the man. He was moving further away but you had to turn your body so as not to break the visual connection.
Until the man finally turned his head.
It was like your head was being pulled out of the water.
“Y/N, are you okay?”
Then you realized Natasha was shaking you. But you couldn't process too much when you barely noticed Tony, who was walking beside the man, give you a look over his shoulder with a contracted expression. Would he have felt the same?
You barely had a few seconds to think when it started.
A flash of white and you felt out of this world.
A quick image flashed through your mind.
Destruction, debris, darkness… and the man in the middle of it all staring at you in dismay. Lines of green energy coiled around his wrists that seemed to come from the strange necklace hanging from his neck.
You wanted to move and ask, to speak, to do something, but you couldn't even feel your body. You could only watch.
And then, other figures appeared next to him. Tony and Natasha. The unknown man was shaking his head, talking rapidly, but you couldn't hear him. He seemed to dedicate those angry words to someone behind you. Natasha seemed to want to approach the unknown man, but Tony was raising the blasters of his suit in her direction, in a threat.
You tried to absorb more of those vestiges as you felt it slipping from your mind.
Then, your view returned to the eternal hallway and a disgruntled Natasha holding you in her arms.
“Y/N?” was the first thing you heard come from his lips.
“Who was that man?”
You tried to get up, not knowing at what point you had fallen to the ground, despite Natasha trying to keep you lying down.
“Who?”
“The one in the red cloak,” you mumbled, anger still boiling inside you.
“He was… Stephen Strange.”
“He's not part of The Avengers,” it wasn't a question.
“No,” Natasha spoke softly, looking disgruntled at the tone of voice you were managing. “He's a sorcerer.”
Sorcerer, that made sense if he had been to blame for what had just happened. Because if it hadn't been him, then what the fuck had happened?
“And what's he doing here if he's not part of the group?”
“He's a friend of Tony's.”
Tony.
Tony and Natasha had been in that image too. An image the sorcerer had planted in your head… or a memory.
Was that a memory?
No, it couldn't be. That would imply that at some point… you were on a mission with the rest of the group. And that could only have happened if…
“Y/N?” Natasha spoke cautiously, barely raising a hand in your direction.
You watched her. Then your gaze drifted a little, behind her, where you could still see the bodies of the people who had passed you.
You didn't even think about it.
“Y/N!” Natasha exclaimed as you passed her, and tried to grab your arm but you shook it roughly.
Your footsteps echoed loudly through the hallway and their sound combined with Natasha's voice. From a distance, you could almost swear you saw Tony stagger as everyone continued walking as if nothing had happened. As if you hadn't just been through something. As if they really weren't aware of what had happened. As if that man in the red cape, Stephen Strange, didn't know what he had just done.
“Strange,” you exclaimed along the corridor, burning the man's head with your gaze.
No one stopped.
“Strange!”
You moved your feet much faster, feeling the opportunity slipping away from you. The men didn't slow or quicken their pace. They walked as if they had all the time in the world. As if they couldn't hear you.
“Tony,” you tried the mechanic and… Nothing.
Nothing. You got no response except a slight shake of the shoulders.
Then you started running. You weren't going to let them just disappear.
You heard Natasha's footsteps behind yours as she had tired of calling out to you without managing to stop you.
With every second you were getting closer, closer and closer to catching up with the two men who kept walking without flinching. And when you were just short of reaching the red cape, the world changed.
It was like passing through a door into another dimension. It was a dark place, similar to the one you had seen before. But everything was even more muted. What you had seen before looked like the height of the fight, the climax of whatever was happening. What you saw now looked like the after. What had happened after the great explosion of chaos.
There was barely a slight breeze guiding you to an indeterminate place, where you knew there should have been buildings and roads, but there was nothing but rubble. There was ash falling from the sky, as if it were the kind of snow that falls in the underworld. Maybe you were there, in hell. There was no other explanation for what you were seeing.
Until you saw a familiar red hair. Natasha was leaning against a rock, or a large piece of rubble, looking lost and unsettled. You had never seen such a puzzled expression on her before.
“Natasha?” you were surprised when you heard your voice. But the woman in front of you didn't move.
“What did we do?” you heard her mutter to herself, brow furrowed and eyes glistening in held back tears.
In the distance you heard some clanging sounds, like metal clashing harshly as it hit the ground. It sounded like someone was throwing things in the air.
“Will you stop it already?” you heard an angry female voice.
It didn't take you long to run into the figure of Carol Danvers.
“What the fuck do you think you're going to solve by destroying things?”
“I could've solved everything if you'd let me, goddamn it!”
“We wouldn't have done anything, Stark.”
You watched Carol's body move to your left, and turned to see the mechanic with half a suit destroyed and blood all over his face. You took an exhale of surprise, bringing your hands to your mouth.
“If you had let Strange-”
“No,” it was Natasha who interrupted, “It was too risky.”
“He would never have noticed!”
“Yes he would have noticed!” Natasha retorted, raising her voice. “And we'd surely all be dead.”
“There's no way you can know that would have been the case.”
“Just like there's no way you could have known that was going to work,” Carol stepped between Tony and Natasha, and the alluded to only took long strides away.
You watched as Natasha and Carol shared a forlorn look. You had seen that expression on Tony's face many times before when he was lost in thought. Was this the reason?
“… be all right?” Natasha's voice came to you again.
Carol didn't respond. She only watched her, helpless, tired….
And the image disappeared.
In the middle of nowhere, in the infinite darkness, you wondered what the fuck everything you had seen was about. You wondered if they were your memories or someone else's memories. You wondered if even all that had really happened or if it was a lie.
You see…
You heard a voice in the middle of nowhere.
You can't even trust your own friends….
Who's speaking?
I am the voice of your conscience… The voice of your reason… There's nothing closer to the truth than me…
What the fuck is going on?
Why don't you see for yourself?
And you had an image again. This time, one you did recognize.
It was the same hallway, it was the same people. It was you. On the floor. In Tony's arms.
It seemed to be what had happened after you entered that strange memory, where everything was loss.
But you couldn't hear anything. You could only see the three figures moving their mouths around you, sharing ideas, thoughts, plans… but you couldn't hear them.
And then another figure appeared.
Wanda Maximoff.
You had shared absolutely no time with her since you had awakened. You hadn't even seen her until now, but recognizing her had been so easy when red clouds spread from her hands.
Red clouds that were coming towards you.
What are they doing?
They are erasing your memories…
What? No. Impossible.
It's too dangerous for them for you to remember…
But why? What did I do to make them do that to me?
You wanted to shake yourself to remove Wanda's hands that were around your head. The red mist was spreading freely along your body, mocking you because you could do nothing but stare. You could do nothing but watch them betray you.
I won't remember any of this when I wake up.
Oh, no, you will. I'll take care of it.
Who are you, huh?
I already told you…
But-
A sharp pain shot through you, the voice disappeared and you could see your body jerking in Tony's arms. Wanda's red mist was shaking around your body, transforming into spikes and then into reddish liquid, as if battling against something. Maybe against your unconscious seeking to avoid losing the memories again.
Or maybe against the owner of the voice… who had promised you not to forget what had happened.
Even so, the pain was exasperating, and it was unpleasant to see from a distance your body shaking looking for a way out. Looking to escape from there. You hated seeing Tony's arms around your body now that you knew what he was doing. It used to give you some kind of sense of security, but you were sure it must have been an implanted feeling. There was no other explanation.
When it seemed like it was all ending, when Wanda's red clouds were beginning to disappear and gather in her hands, the panorama in front of your eyes began to dissipate.
But nothing could prevent Stephen Strange from raising his head, sighing, and his eyes meeting yours as if you were a solid person in front of him. You barely noticed how his face paled as you stepped into nothingness again.
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i have no words. what are we thinking?
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Cole Cassidy (Jesse McCree). Romantic headcanons.
When he first met you, the first thing Cole noticed were your lips. Yeah, exactly, lips. Why? You were smiling, when he approached you and your friend. And, oh my, your smile was something!
It made his heart beat faster, and almost everytime when you talked to each other he was looking right at them.
Later he had fallen for you just because of your eyes. If your smile was like a treasure for the cowboy, then sparks in your beautiful eyes made them look like real diamonds or shining stars in the night sky.
Cole's flirting at first may seems very bold, and it was like that with you for a while. But when you got to know each other better, he started to flirt with you smoothly, and it sounds soooo cute.
"Is somethin' wrong with me?" "What do you mean?" "'I just can't take my eyes from yours."
Or "Have you ever seen a goddess?" "What? No!" "Then you should look in the mirror, darlin'. "
He won't push you to anything, he really cares about your well being, so he won't confess you right away. Maybe it will happen after a few months after his realizing that he loves you. If you reject him, he will need some time to cool down, and then will continue spending time with you as a friend. But if your feeling are mutual, then be ready for the beautiful love story with this amazing man.
His love language are quality time and physical touch.
Oh, love, I hope you love PDA or don't mind it, because this man loves you so much, that he can't hold himself.
Cole needs to touch, to feel your warmth, to make sure thet you are real, not a ghost.
When you're around the others, he can place a kiss on the cheek while others are distracted with something; he can pull you closer to him, when you're sitting on the coach together watching the movie, or just hold your hand when you're talking to someone.
If you go on a mission together, then he accompanies you wherever he can, just to make sure you'll be OK.
The cowboy's like your guardian angle, always looking after you, even when he surrounded by the enemies. But even then he manages to show off. It's important to show everyone that no one messes with him or his S/O.
Most of the time tha dates are romantic, Cole loves to take you to restaurant that you like, or stay at home and make a dinner together. Sometimes he suggests activities, like, horse riding, or swimming or surfing, playing some sport, or he can practice with you in shooting.
Well, Cole also deserves the tittle of sugar daddy :3. He loves giving you gifts or buying something what you want, like, just because he want to see you happy and satisfied.
Every day he gives you a huge amount of compliments and kisses, trying to make you feel loved, Cole want you to know, that you're the best that he has in his life and deserve even more, then he gives you.
And he can be goofy. A lot. He feels free with, he can be himself and even say something stupid, not to be ashamed after. You're his soulmate, he trusts you like no one ever before, and will cheer you up with some funny pick up lines and stupid things, like making silly faces.
Ahem, so... I hope you liked that and I'm asking to not judge me too strict, especially my english and Cole. I love this man and it's just the way i see him.
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Sandduo vol. 1 aka neither of them know what’s going on and that’s not good.
[“Wilbur, good, you’re here,” He said, his blue cloak brushing his calves as he walked. “Have you finished your studies for today?”] 1. He calls him Wilbur where he calls him just Wil later in the evening, the setting there is more informal / familial. 2. The first thing Phil does is check if Wilbur has finished his studies. This tells you exactly how much pressure there is to do well and how important appearance is. Phil has priorities.
Also, Wilbur so proving himself very useful during this conversation even if he might not realise it. He’s able to provide info on both Niki and Quackity. This is useful because 1. It tells Phil everyone in the palace knows about it. 2. It tells him what everyone thinks it is, aka the announcement. And 3. Wilbur is able to get info on both Niki and Quackity even though he’s clearly loyal to Niki. That’s very important. And yes Quackity was trying to get info out of him, but there’s also a level of trust there.
[Another beat passed. Wilbur’s eyes widened. / “Did… Did you not know?” / The muscles in his father’s jaw twitched, and that was answer enough.] love the disbelief in this. Anyway, it!s great the Phil and Wilbur can read each other so we’ll, they are also very good at non-verbal communication, which allows them to communicate in front of everyone’s noses without anyway one noticing (and if they do, they won’t know what it’s about). They do it at the dinner, but I’ll get to that.
[“You’re going to try and find out what it is beforehand anyway, aren’t you?” Wilbur asked.] so this piece of conversation and everyone surrounding it tells us everything we need to know about their dynamic and characters. Phil formulates a careful plan, but he doesn’t have the patience or impulse control to stick to it because he wants to know what it is or why. He does mostly stick to the plan though.
It also tells us Wilbur knows his father well enough to call out his bullshit immediately BUT [Phil stopped dead in his tracks. Wilbur stiffened when his father’s eyes met his own, until he let out a soft snort letting him know he wasn’t upset.] Wilbur is terrified of angering his father by calling it out at the wrong time (or at all) even though Phil thinks it’s fine [“Fucking obviously,” Phil scoffed. “Who do you think I am?”]. I’m not even sure if Phil noticed that Wilbur stiffened and if he does he doesn’t comment on it and maybe cracks a joke to get rid of that tension.
And then there’s the fact that Wilbur believes his father to be the most powerful man in the kingdom. This could be that naive glorification of his father, but it could also be very true. It can be both, Phil is in a very powerful position after all. As long as he has Sam’s trust he is the most powerful man. In the prequel Wilbur says Phil told him that Sam wasn’t a very good ruler at first. This means he obviously relied a lot on Phil in the early days, so Phil probably wants to keep that level of trust, but Sam is also getting older and starting to make more decision without Phil’s consul (which is dumb, you should always talk big decision through with someone).
Lastly, there’s [“I want to say no, but I’m not sure,” he answered, not lifting his gaze.] Phil was right, it’s not the announcement. So he does know Sam would not make that without him (though technically he could still name Tommy his heir, but I think it’s more a case of Tommy is now the age Quackity was when he came to the palace, so now Sam has him come over. Also, Phil is very worried about it actually being that announcement, because if Sam made that decision and did not tell him he’s in trouble. (A might also know a bit more about where Sam’s decision is leaning which he’s very much not telling Wilbur about, and Wilbur knows something is up.)
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so far in rose phil alternates between 'wilbur/wil/willum' depending on the tone of what he's trying to say to wilbur. 'wil' is the most casual and personal one, the way he'd refer to him when they're either talking about something lighthearted or he's trying to appeal to their closeness as father and son. basically anytime they're not talking about serious stuff he'll default to wil. wilbur is the more standard one phil will use if he's being more of a dad to wilbur, trying to get him to listen or is talking about a more serious matter. and then willum is the full name, so phil only uses that when he's either pissed at wilbur, giving him a very serious order, or the discussion is very important
without wilbur even fully realizing it, phil has trained him already to be so good at getting information out of people who trust him. phil can't entirely take credit for this because wilbur is just good with people naturally, but he definitely encouraged that and is very happy with the information wilbur provides to him in that moment
idk how this is for people with two parents, but at least in my experience when you're an only child with a single parent the two of you usually know each other very well. I can understand the most incoherent shit my mom says, and I can read her expressions and body language really well. I imagine phil and wilbur's relationship in this to be a bit like that, with the two being able to read each other like open books. this is a huge advantage the two of them have.
phil is great at forming plans, but he is also very good at risk assessment and deciding whether an impulse decision is worth it or not. like, he'll make impulse decisions to change his plans last minute, but he 100% thinks about it first and weighs the pros and cons in his head. he wants to know what's going on so he's going to find out as soon as he can.
yeah, if you pay attention to wilbur's reactions to phil you really start to understand the nuances of their dynamic. it's going to be such a fun thing to reveal more of as the story goes on. but yes, the fear was there when wilbur called out phil's bullshit, but phil reacted well. and yes, he noticed wilbur stiffening and wanted to reassure him he was fine for saying that.
you guys know how I love my biased limited POVs and rose is no exception. is phil actually the most powerful man in the kingdom? probably, but there are limits to his power. there's definitely glorification going on, but not as much as you might think. or maybe it's more than you think. it's up to reader interpretation for a reason.
sam relied on phil so much in the beginning of his reign, and truthfully he still relies on phil way more than he lets on. but sam doesn't want to rely on phil for everything, hence why he's starting to act on his own. yet you can already see that the decisions he makes without phil aren't... the smartest. there's a reason sam needed phil and still does.
if sam was making the announcement without consulting phil, something would be very fucking wrong. like, phil might've been blindsided by sam not telling him about the heir thing, but he knows sam. he's known sam for decades at this point. he wouldn't go that far. (probably) (maybe) (whose judgement can even be trusted anymore?)
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Speaking of my idea of love, well, I’m pretty sure I’m totally overthinking now. Because this is gonna be the first post that’s sharing about love. I’m excited but at the same time I’m out of words to be able to describe about this topic.
At least, let’s give it a try.
To be honest, I’m such a person who tend to be really hard to open my heart to somebody. If I like you or flirt with you, it doesn’t mean that I wanna be your girlfriend or asking you to show your intention to me. When I like somebody, I don’t have any courage to look him in the eyes or even talking to him. But if we’re friends, I’ll make sure that we’re gonna be laughing like dummies.
For example, I’d love to give a lot of “what if” for myself: “What if he doesn’t like me when I tell him I like him?” So after that the lyric, “Please don’t be in love with someone else, please don’t have somebody waiting on you” is definitely describe my own personality (lol just kidding :P) and you can really tell I’m totally a hopeless romantic. But honestly, I never confess anything to the person I liked back then. For me, there’s gonna be something else that I need to focus on.
I love being surrounded by a gentleman. The idea that I’ve been wanting if it’s about love is, can be exemplified through the relationship between me and him who support and uplift each other in all aspects of life. It’s so fun to have a partner who’s able to act like a best friend, brother, partner in crime, team work at the same time. Cause I love having a relationship where both of us can be a partnership.
I’m rooting for a relationship where we both — despite our busy schedule — always make time for one another, celebrate each other’s achievements — in small or big wins we have in life, and provide comfort during challenging times. My love languages are also act of service and quality time and it means that small gestures really matter for me as simple as being present and listening without judgement. For me, respect, trust, and loyalty are three most important things in life when it’s all about my relationship.
But, how do people know if I fall in love with somebody? As easy as I’m introducing him to my family or my closest relatives — or being private but not so secret — posting his photo on my social media but not sharing our entire relationship. I cannot really tell more about this topic. If I can describe more about what the idea of love based on my version, I think this music video describes the best:
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SOOOOO IVE BEEN GONE FOR LIKE EVER SORRY EVERYONE!!! i see u guys asking for more fanum hcs so ill be writing that when i have time !!! i work a lot so sorry for it being MONTHS.
okay aside from that i have something that ive been writing in my free time on my phone so i wanna post it bc im kinda proud of it but idk where to go with it😭😭 so it will probably stop at this unless people like it. also lets not comment about how my fem mcs are always being saved by someone
Sunlight slowly invaded the small house making a peacefully sleeping woman sturr awake. A small groan left her lips as she sat up in her bed. Destiny gently rubs her eyes just to be greeted by the bright light of the sun peaking in her room making her wence. She scoots off her bed and walks to her bathroom. When she is finished she goes to start her morning routine, she starts with checking on her familiars. She opens the door to her room, stepping out into the cozy, sunlit livingroom. Her bunny fimilliar, Carrot hops over to greet her, while the longhaired bull, Thor, lifts his head from his comfortable spot near the hearth. Outside, through the open window, she can see the deer, Solar, grazing peacefully in the meadow that surrounds her house.
"Good morning, everyone," Destiny says with a smile, her voice soft and warm. She kneels down to pet Carrot, who nuzzles her hand affectionately. "Did you all sleep well?"
Carrot wiggles his nose in response, and Thor lets out a grunt. Luna looks up briefly, her ears twitching in acknowledgment before she resumes her grazing.
Destiny moved to the kitchen, where she began to prepare breakfast for herself and her familiars. As she worked, she thought about the crystals and candles she would need for her shop. She made a mental list of all the things she would need as she finished making the food. She set out bowls of fresh greens and grains for Carrot and Thor, and a small bucket of water for Solar. After finishing breakfast, Destiny headed outside to tend to her garden. The herbs and plants she grew were important for her potions and amulets, and she took great care of them. As she worked, she hummed a soft tune, feeling at peace in nature.
The garden was lush and vibrant, filled with colorful flowers and herbs. Lavender, rosemary, and sage grew in neat rows, while chamomile and calendula dotted the edges of the garden beds. Destiny carefully harvested the plants she needed, making sure to leave enough for regrowth. She paused to admire the butterflies flitting about and the bees busily collecting nectar.
Once her garden tasks were complete, Destiny grabbed her bag and set out towards town. She needed to replenish her supply of candles, crystals, and other ingredients for her spells and potions. Her small shop, nestled in the woods, depended on the quality of these ingredients, and today was the perfect day for a trip to the market.
As she walked through the bustling town market, she felt the usual dirty stares directed her way. Being a known witch wasn't easy, but Destiny had learned to navigate the stares and whispers with grace. She focused on her errand, visiting her favorite stalls and chatting with the vendors who had come to appreciate her kindness and steady business.
"Well hi there Destiny, how have you been doing? Anything new?" Morrganna, The shopkeeper that sells Destiny her crystals, asks her.
"Oh nothing really, not too many people trust a witch," Destiny giggles, "I really need more clients."
"Oh i dont see why not," Morrganna sighs, " I swear these people are backwards sometimes. you and me are almost the same" she chuckles. Destiny and Morrganna continue to make small talk as she picked out all the things she needed.
She picked up various herbs, crystals, and candles, carefully selecting each item. The vendors she frequented greeted her warmly, exchanging pleasantries and small talk. Destiny's kind nature and genuine interest in their lives had earned her a few friends in the market.
She lingered at a stall selling handmade candles, admiring the beautiful candles. "These are beautiful, Miranda," Destiny said to the vendor, an older kind woman.
"Thank you, dear," Miranda replied with a smile. "I've got some new scents today, if you're interested."
Destiny nodded eagerly, inhaling the fragrances of lavender, rose, and sandalwood from the candle Miranda let her sniff. She selected a few candles and paid for them, grateful for how much care that Miranda always put into her work.
However, as she moved towards the outskirts of the market, where the less savory characters tended to linger, she felt a sudden change in the atmosphere. A group of rough-looking men stood nearby, their eyes narrowing as they spotted her.
"Hey, witch," one of them sneered, stepping in front of her. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in your creepy little hut making potions?"
Destiny tried to step around him, but he blocked her way. "I'm just here to buy supplies," she whispers calmly, her eyes shooting to the floor just wanting to finish her shopping.
The man laughed, a harsh, unpleasant sound. "Supplies for your dark magic, huh? We don't need your kind around here. All You people do is make trouble."
Before she could respond, he grabbed her arm roughly, making her wince. "Please let go of me," Destiny softly demands, trying to pull away her arm.
"Or what?" he taunted, tightening his grip. Destiny could hear his friends laughing around her. She turns her head looking for someone willing to help however all she sees is the mans friends surrounding her.
Just then, a shadow fell over them. Destiny looked up to see two towering figures approaching. Two half-orics were standing there with their arms crossed. One is taller than the other they both were very frightning looking.
"Is there a problem here?" one asked, his deep voice calm but threatning. Destiny watched as the men began to cower and back away.
The man's rough voice melted away in the face of the two half-orcs. "N-no, no problem," he stuttered, backing away. "We were just having a little chat." he finishes nervously dropping her arm.
Another stepped forward, his piercing blue eyes locked on the man. "It didn't look like a chat to me," he said quietly. "I suggest you leave her alone."
Without another word, the man turned and ran, his friends following close behind. Destiny let out a shaky breath, relief flooding her system.
"Thank you," she said, looking up at the two orcs with a smile. "That was so scary. I can't thank you enough. You have my gratitude."
The oric with purple eyes smiled gently, his eyes softening. "We're just glad we could help. Are you alright?"
Destiny nodded. "Yes, thanks to you both. I don't know how I can pay you back."
The other gave a small nod with a soft smile of concern. "You don't have to pay us back for anything. Do you need help with your shopping? We can walk with you."
Destiny smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her cheeks. "Oh, no i couldnt ask you two to do that."
"No we insist, let us help you. Those humans could come back." The purple-eyed orc says with a smile, "We can help with holding your items."
"Well if you two insist, i do have a few more shops to go to and these pouches are weighing me down." The taller purple eyed orcs smile grew as he approched Destiny.
"My apologies, we have yet to introduse ourselves, i am Sal." Destiny took a good look at Sal he is tall somewhere around 7'5. He is buff you can clearly tell he worked out regularly he is a chubby kind of fit. he has long dreads that hang to his sholders, he has bushy eyebrows that naturally sit in a furrow. His face complemented with a short but bushy beard His dark brown skin complementing his dark purple eyes, His plumps round lips were slightly parted with the tips of his tusks peaking between.
"I am Gireth," The other orc finally spoke pulling Destinys attention. She takes amoment to look at him taking him in. He was tall as well not as tall as Sal, probubly around 7'3. He has pale skin and short ginger hair, blue eyes hard and unwelcoming. His face sitting at a scawl naturally, his plump lips in a natural pout. His build similar to Sal's however Gireth is nuch bulkier.
"It's very nice to meet you both. I'm Destiny," she said, her voice steadying as she began to relax. "Thank you again for helping me. It can be a bit rough around here sometimes. I have not seen that group of men before though."
Sal chuckled, his deep yet soft voice resonating. "We're happy to help, Destiny. Let's get your shopping finished, and then we'll see you home safely."
As they walked together, the orcs carrying her purchases, Destiny felt safe with the two orcs with her. They chatted about many different things as they walked, the market, their backgrounds, and her work as a witch.
"So, Destiny," Gireth asked, his stern expression softening slightly. "What kind of potions do you make?"
"All sorts, really," Destiny replied, she took this as an opportunity to get them as customers. "Healing potions, love potions, potions for courage. I also make amulets and charms for protection and good luck. There are so many things i can do, i do almost anything except for harming people. I just want to help"
Sal nodded, impressed. "Sounds like you do good things with your power. People should appreciate that."
"I wish they did," Destiny said with a sigh. "It's hard sometimes, but I love what I do, besides magic just came naturally to me." she finishes smiling.
By the time they had finished her shopping, Destiny felt comfortable around Sal and Gireth, like she had made two new friends. The orcs presence had been comforting for her there was something she couldnt explain about them. Their aura was different, just something she couldn't explain. They walked her back to the edge of the market.
"Thank you again, Sal, Gireth," Destiny said, smiling warmly at them. "I don't know what I would have done without you today."
"Anytime, Destiny," Sal said, giving her a slight nod. "Take care, and if you ever need help, you know where to find us."
Gireth added, "Stay safe, Destiny. We'll be around."
Destiny turned to them with a polite smile. "Would you like to come in for some tea?" she offered, hoping to repay the kindness in some way.
Sal and Gireth exchanged a glance before Sal nodded. "We'd love to."
As they settled around the small, wooden table in Destiny's cozy kitchen, the soft glow of candlelight created a warm atmosphere. The smell of her special herbal blend filled the room, mingling with the scents of dried herbs and flowers that adorned the shelves.
Destiny poured the tea into three handmade cups, the steam rising in delicate swirls. "I hope you like it," she said with a shy smile, handing the cups to Sal and Gireth. "It's a my own special blend."
Sal took a sip, his eyes closing briefly as he took in the taste. "This is wonderful, Destiny," he said, his deep voice filled with suprise. "I've never had tea quite like this before."
Gireth nodded in agreement, his stern expression softening as he took another sip. "It's very calming," he says with his voice quieter than usual. "You have a real talent for this."
Destiny's cheeks flushed at the complements. "Thank you," she replied, taking a sip of her own tea. "I'm glad you like it." she says looking down at the cup with a smile
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— SOME VAGUE AMOUNT OF TIME AGO —
Friday. For a lot of people, the day to celebrate the end of the work week. There’s even a whole cute, punchy little acronym that gets written on white boards and cheers’ed with drinks at the bar before heading home for two glorious days of freedom before the slog continues again. TGIF.
Kyndyl however, happens to love her job, and being at her job. Sure, it’s only a little after 10:30 AM and she is feeling somewhat tired, but it’s nothing a little coffee can’t fix, and it’s something of a slow appointment day. Fridays typically are, because the types of clients Setton Standards usually get are the type who can afford to take the week off after having work done, rather than sacrificing more weekend festivities than necessary, so it’s not unusual for Fridays to be a mostly paperwork driven day. And even that Kyndyl doesn’t mind. It’s quiet, her feet get a rest, she can enjoy her coffee.
The polished floors, the tall glass windows of the office area, the view of the lobby many floors down, it’s all such a stark contrast to her home life, even down to the fact that the people she’s surrounded by at each end know so little about the other half of her life; in truth, it’s something of a comfort.
She’s slightly startled out of her zone by her phone buzzing against the desk, beside her and her papers. She glances at it, sees that it reads Vi. She decides she will call him back after work. She wouldn’t likely get in trouble for answering it. There’s been times where she’s taken personal calls before, the unspoken policy is essentially ‘As long as you get your work done.’ And even then, Kyndyl knows that Saxton values her as an employee, that even if something comes up and she has to fall a little behind, she will catch up, so she’s been granted leeway, when needed.
But she doesn’t try to make a habit of it, so for now, the call goes ignored, though she does feel somewhat guilty. Back when Kyndyl first moved to Jonestown, she and Vieras would talk all the time. He’d ask her about her internship, he was one of the first to know when it became official, they’d laugh about their tragic dating lives together.
But at one point, that changed for Kyndyl. She’d started dating Foster, and in fact she did tell Vieras about him at first. But once she was brought into the fold, she struggled with what details to give and what to omit. When Vi would ask, she’d give vague half-hearted answers, a part of her hoping that he would just assume she didn’t want to admit defeat, it seemed to have worked because after a point, he’d stop asking so frequently.
She’d always considered one day telling him the truth. She wanted to believe that her brother, of all people, would understand, would trust her judgment. She came so close sometimes.
Until the day it all turned upside down. Until Foster left, taking only two of his wives with him. The first and the youngest.
Kyndyl had never resented being third. She’d never thought of it as being ‘in the middle’. She was foolish to believe that she was important in her own right, not just for the money that she brought into the family, but that the belief she had in him, and the connection they shared together, was special. But if it had been, then why was she left behind just like nearly everyone else?
So her husband and patriarch was no longer Foster. And instead, it became Sully.
There were times when Kyndyl wanted nothing more than to call her brother, if for nothing else than to simply have someone to talk to that wasn’t directly involved in the situation at hand. But what would she say? Now that things had gotten so messy, she no longer had the confidence that she could explain things in a way that anyone, even Vi, would understand.
They started to talk less and less, entirely. She stopped personally reaching out, and when Vieras did call, their conversations were often stale. Kyndyl only really cared to talk about work, but she had settled in enough at that point a lot of it was much of the same, and it worked both ways. If they tried to talk about Vieras' life instead, that too, was usually much of the same.
Calls went from once to week, to sometimes skipping a week, to once a month, to sometimes even longer than that. Kyndyl tries to think of when the last time they spoke was, and struggles to properly remember.
A half an hour later, her phone rings again. And once again, it’s Vieras. Strange. It’s unusual for him to call in such a short succession, so this time Kyndyl answers. “Vi?”
“Kyn!” He chirps. “Hey uh. Sorry if you’re busy but I’m at the airport and-”
“The airport? What airport?”
“Well, you know.” There’s a pause, as if he’s waiting for her to come to the conclusion, and she thinks she is, but she’s going to make him say it, hoping she might be wrong. “I’m in Iowa, Kyn! But now I realize I don’t know where to go. I don’t know where you live, and it’s kinda early in the day so you might be at work anyway and-”
“I am at work, Vieras.”
“Yeah. Sorry. So I figured even if I googled it it might look a little bad if I just showed up. So.”
You don’t fucking say. Kyndyl props her elbow onto the desk, her forehead to her hand, and takes a breath. “Well, didn’t you get a hotel?”
“Well. No, not yet. I guess I thought that maybe…”
“Oh my god.” She says, unable to keep that one internal.
“You sound mad.”
“I’m– I don’t know. This is a surprise.”
“Yeah, it’s supposed to be!” He replies, his high, cheerful tone not quite matching hers.
“Look, just hang on. It’s almost my lunch. Let me talk to my boss. I’ll call you back, okay?”
“Oh yeah, sure.”
Kyndyl mutters a half hearted goodbye and hangs up. Taking another breath, she compiles her papers neatly into their folder, and stands.
When she reaches Saxton’s door, it’s ajar, so she’s slightly calmer now than she was a moment before, knocking quickly before poking her head inside his office.
“Miss Kyndyl.” He says pleasantly, and she smiles in return. “What can I do for you?”
“Gosh.” She says. “Well actually. My brother is apparently stranded at the airport right now. I didn’t even know he was coming. But I figured I should take my lunch and go rescue him.” She glances at her watch, more as an anxious action than anything else. “I should be back in time, but I just wanted to give you a heads up, just in case.”
“Oh of course. Take your time. If you run into any trouble just be sure to check in with Miss Sweet.”
“Oh, absolutely. Thank you so much, Sir.”
“Say, if he’s not rushing anywhere, why don’t you bring him by? It’d be a pleasure to meet him.”
“Oh. I still have some papers to finish before the weekend, though.”
“It’s early, there’ll be plenty of time. And if not.” He shrugs.
At first, Kyndyl thinks that Saxton’s leniency might be more of a hindrance, but she quickly comes to the conclusion that actually, it’ll just give her some extra time to figure out what to do with Vieras, so, still smiling, she nods, thanks him again, and heads off.
When she pulls up to the airport, she steps out of the car with the determination to give him a talking to, to ask him, point blank, ‘what the fuck, Vi?’ But when she actually sees him standing there, smiling, she finds that she can’t help but smile too, and when they are close enough, they’re hugging. When they pull apart, and she’s there, standing face to face to him, she starts to realize just how long it’s actually been.
“You’re all grown up.” She says.
“I’m older than you are!” He replies with amusement. “I’ve been grown up since you left. You’re all grown up.”
“My boss wants to meet you. You up for it?”
“Are you kidding? Of course I am.”
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“Holy wow.” Vieras says as they enter the building, and Kyndyl gets it, it is a lot to take in. “This is awesome, Kyn.”
“Yeah.” She agrees, plainly. “I know.”
They take the elevator to the top floor, and Kyndyl can see through the glass wall that Saxton is no longer alone, so she stops to pause. “Now his son’s here.”
“Uh oh. Is that bad?”
Kyndyl considers. “No, it’s fine.” It might even have it’s benefits. She finishes the trek, gently knocking again, stepping inside when Saxton motions for her, Vieras following. “I’m back.” She greets pleasantly, then nods in acknowledgement to where Lex is seated. “This is my brother, Vieras.”
As Saxton introduces himself to Vieras, shaking his hand, Lex looks to Kyndyl, directly. “You have a brother?” He asks, almost sounding amazed. Vieras laughs.
“So you know just as little about her as I do, lately. It’s kind of a relief that I’m not alone.”
Kyndyl fights the urge to roll her eyes, and she tries to think of something to say in defense, but Lex responds before she does. “So, you’re visiting?” When Vieras nods in response, Lex follows it up with “Where are you from?”
Vieras turns to look at Kyndyl, as if asking for permission. Kyndyl suspects it’s half a joke, so this time she does roll her eyes, only a little. “Mr. Setton already knows where we’re from, Vi. I had to use my address when I applied.”
“Right. That makes sense.” Vieras turns his attention back to Lex. “We’re from Chicago.”
“Oh, Chicago’s great.”
“You’ve been?”
“Yeah! Just once or twice. I used to travel a bit when I was younger, and now that I have a family I love to take them places. It’s too bad my husband and daughter aren’t here right now. But would you like to see them?”
“Sure! I’d love to.”
As Lex stands, pulling out his phone to swipe through pictures, Kyndyl and Saxton share a glance of shared endearment. Even Kyndyl is aware of how much more comfortable Lex is during his visits as opposed to years ago.
“You have a beautiful family.” Vieras tells Lex, who beams with pride as he thanks him.
“And it’s so nice to finally get to meet someone from Kyndyl’s.” Saxton adds, and Kyndyl smiles too, playing sheepish.
A few moments pass of small talk, when Kyndyl glances at her watch, realizing the time. “I should probably get back to work.”
“How about we just call it a day here?” Saxton suggests.
“Oh but-” Kyndyl starts to protest, but Saxton doesn’t let her.
“There’s nothing left that can’t just be handled Monday, I think.”
Between Saxton’s insistence, and the excited look Vieras is giving her, Kyndyl has little choice but to relent.
On her way out, she stops into the office to grab her folder, anyway.
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“What is this place?” Vieras asks as they pull up to the motel, reading the sign. He mutters the ‘monthly rates available.’ part out loud, before speaking more clearly to ask. “Is this where you live, Kyn? When you work there?”
“No, it’s not where I live. But maybe it’s where I’m going to make you stay.”
“Oh. Well. I guess it’s kind of… neat? Okay.”
“I’m kidding, Vi. But we need somewhere to talk before I do think about taking you to my home.” As expected, Vieras gives her a look of confusion, but before he can question anything, Kyndyl continues. “And there’s a diner we can order from, anyway, since I never did get a proper lunch by the way. Come on.”
They sit together, take out boxes between them, surrounded by gaudy motel room decor, and Kyndyl finally tells Vieras the truth. About her community, about her family, about her husband and her three other sister wives.
When she’s finished, Vieras takes a moment to simply stare on in amazement, and then finally. “Wow.” Kyndyl waits, trying to gauge him. “That’s something. I guess I can kind of understand the secrecy.”
So far, not so bad, so Kyndyl leans back, feel a little lighter. “You know, maybe your surprise visit was something of a blessing. At least now at work they probably view me a little more like a human.”
“Actually, wait. Now that you mention it, you had no reason to keep me a secret.”
Kyndyl blinks. “You know, you’re right.” She then laughs, just a little. “I guess you just actually never came up.”
Vieras lets out something of an offended scoff, but then he’s quickly laughing it off too. “I mean, even before all this you’ve always just been a bit…” He takes a second to consider his words. “Closed off.”
Kyndyl supposes that’s true, so she offers a half smile in agreement. It lets her off the hook, anyway.
“But you could have told me. Really.” Saying out loud that a part of her knew that all along is a bit too much like defeat for her, so she simply offers up a nod. “And it’s fine if you want me to keep my distance. I can stay here, we can just hang out when you have the time. I understand.”
Kyndyl thinks for a moment. “You can at least come meet them. Honestly, we have outsiders dropping by all the time. The kids’ friends, Tate’s friends. You’d be far from the first. And we do have an empty room at the main house, Sullivan’s brother Avery moved to his own when he got married, so it might be okay for you to crash there while you’re here. If you want to, that is.” She realizes that he might still find it more confusing and weird than he’s letting on, and that maybe he was gracefully trying to distance himself.
“Kyn, I’m dying to meet them.” He answers, practically beaming.
“Alright, alright.” She glances at the time. “I’m tired, though. And I wouldn’t even usually be off work by now, and sometimes I even stay late. Would you be too disappointed if I took a nap?”
“Well, we do have two beds that you paid for. Let’s take a nap.”
Later, she wakes up to find Vieras standing in front of the bathroom mirror, futzing with his hair, in a new set of clothes, and the room smelling of soap.
“Did you take a shower?”
“Yeah! I want to make a good impression.” He turns to face her, fully. “What do you think?”
“Well, I’m going to be honest that some of them are just generally harder to impress. But for the most part, I think you’ll be fine.”
“Fine?”
“Don’t pout, I mean it in a good way.” She resists the urge to ruffle his hair that was just fixated on. “Now, can I have a turn in the bathroom?”
~
When they reach the house, Kyndyl links arms with Vieras before stepping inside. “We are going to first go see if Sully is in, speak with him directly, find out where we stand.” She instructs. Kyndyl isn’t fond of the idea of this reaching her patriarch through gossip. She typically finds it’s better to simply face things head on. “Follow my lead.”
Vieras nods, signaling he’s ready, so she pushes the door open, leading him inside. She quickly gives a greeting to the room at large, but doesn’t take the time to even do a head count, to deduce who is greeting her in return, or who may be confused by the stranger with her, instead, she pushes on, pulling Vieras with her.
Even when they reach the door to Sully’s quarters, she wastes no time, because she knows they likely have very little to spare before someone could catch up with them, if they so wanted. That it’s almost inevitable this will be spied on, in any case.
To their luck, Sully appears to greet them. “Hello, dear.”
“Good evening, dear.” She repeats the pet-name, though senses no particular warmth between them. To Kyndyl, it feels just as much like a business meeting as she had with her boss, hours before. “This is my Brother, Vieras.” Before she’s even finished introducing him, Vieras is reaching out to shake Sully’s hand. It could be that he picked up Kyndyl’s previous sense of urgency, or maybe he is actually just that excited. “He came all the way from out of state for a surprise visit. We were wondering if it would be alright if he used Avery’s old room for.” She realizes then that the one thing she and her brother have not yet discussed was how long he was intending to stay. “his visit.” She finishes without hesitation. Professional.
Sully is regarding Vieras now, who, as opposed to Kyndyl, is looking up at him smiling, an expression bordering on puppy-eyes, and Kyndyl nearly cringes. She feels a creeping sense of secondhand embarrassment and she just imagines that he’s a breath away from a ‘Please?’ When miraculously, Sully states. “I suppose I don’t see why not.”
Completely internally, Kyndyl feels a ping of relief. Vieras’ grin remains. “Awesome. Thanks so much.”
“Yes.” Kyndyl agrees. “Thank you very much.” With that, she discreetly tugs Vieras, leading him back where they came. “Goodnight.” She finalizes, Vieras repeating it beside her. Thankfully, Vieras' new, temporary room is not too far, so they manage to escape further interaction before she’s able to escort him inside and close the door behind them.
“That’s your husband?”
“Yes.” Kyndyl answers plainly. Taking a moment to realign herself. In retrospect, it actually went about as well as it could have, so it only takes her a moment. “Well, now that that’s settled, I’m sure everyone else is eager to meet you, when you’re ready.”
~
Monday rolls around, which she may have figured would be when Vieras was planning to return home, but when he showed no signs of it, she reasons that it has been years since they’ve spent time together, it wouldn’t be unheard of for him to have scheduled for a week.
However, with it being Monday, that means it’s time for her to return to work, which means she has to figure out what to do with him. She finds him before she even gets ready, leaving her options open. “Hey, I have work today. If you want I can drive you and you can spend the day in town.”
“All day?”
“Well, I could probably call in today, but honestly, I don’t really want to do that every day you’re here.”
“Why would you need to call in?”
“If you don’t want to be in town all day, and if I don’t call in, then you’d be here by yourself all day.”
“Well, yeah? That’s fine.”
“Are you sure about that? I don’t want you thinking I’ve left you for the wolves.”
“Kyndyl.” Vieras says with a laugh. “I’m a big boy. I can handle myself.”
Kyndyl still can’t help but doubt that, but there’s no point in wasting time if he’s already made up his mind. “Alright then. See you tonight.”
“Have a good day.~”
~
Work is work. And Mondays, are work. She spends most of the day laser focused, not concerned with anything but doing her job and doing it well. Still, when lunch rolls around and she has some downtime she finds herself pulling out her phone, to see if there’s any missed calls.
Interestingly, she finds none. That could be a good thing. Or it could be a bad thing. She imagines Vieras, in over his head, with not even enough time to call for help. She imagines returning home tonight, and Vieras cornering her in her room, saying that he’s leaving, and trying to convince her to go with him.
For a brief moment, she wonders what that would be like. Packing up her things and leaving with him, maybe they run into Tate along the way, and she chooses to leave, too.
No. The image disappears as quickly as it came. Why would that even cross her mind? Before she even has time to consider calling Vieras to check in, it’s time to get back to work.
That night, the family has dinner just the same as they always do, Vieras included, and after they’ve gone to bed, that’s the last she’s seen of him, no middle of the night drop ins to proclaim his retreat.
The next morning, he doesn’t leave, either. Kyndyl’s admittedly impressed. She’s even more impressed when he makes it through the entire week. She starts to make some sense of it. Chicago is a big city, one that can get quite lonely. Their parents have been gone for years, and from the conversations she’s had with Vieras in the time since she left, she’s not sure that he has all that much he’s in a rush to return to.
At that point, she starts to think it of as something of a challenge, wondering just how long it’ll be before he’s had enough of this exciting little excursion.
The days go on. The weeks go on. Somewhere, she stops keeping track. She gets used to both seeing him and being with him at home, and strangely, even doesn’t find it particularly odd if she doesn’t see him around at times. He’s familiar with people now, helps out with certain things when he can. Probably trying to show gratitude for the hospitality.
It takes a while, much longer than she’d expect. (Just how long has it been? Months?) when one night, it snaps into place in her brain. She thinks of the routines, or in some cases, the routine of having no routine, the helping out, the knowing so many of them by name, even in the times where Kyndyl and Vieras get to spend time just the two of them, the way that the rest of isn’t even a focal point. If anything, or anyone, related to the community comes up at all, it’s nothing more than the type of casual conversation she’d have with any of the other residents.
To Kyndyl, Vieras has always been family, but it occurs to her in a flash of a moment that she’s begun to regard him as part of the family.
She goes to his room, doesn’t find him there, so she starts looking, and then starts asking. Gets a lot of shrugs, the occasional ‘I think I saw him earlier’ only to end up at another dead end.
Finally, after chasing all other leads, she circles back, and this time she does find him about to enter his room. “Hey.” She greets, not trying to sneak up on him, but she must have, because he startles just slightly, and then greets her in return.
She doesn’t even bother to ask him where he’s been, because it doesn’t really matter, she’s got other things on her mind, so she pulls him inside the room, he pulls it shut behind them. “What’s up?” He asks, sounding somewhat cautious. She doesn’t really blame him, even she’s not so sure why this has gotten her so… excitable.
“You’re staying, aren’t you?” She asks, getting right to the point. “For good. You’re one of us.”
She sees the tension leave him, probably realizing that Kyndyl’s epiphany is nothing that he likely hasn’t already known for some time now. “Yeah, I am. I get it, Kyn. I totally get it.”
“That’s awesome, Vi.” She says sincerely, reaching out to place her hands upon his arms, smiling. “I’m glad to hear that.” She lets them bask in it, for a moment.
“But.” She continues. “I don’t think that Sully anticipated you staying in the house permanently. We may need to speak with him again about where we could find a place for you.”
Kyndyl had anticipated some disappointment with that idea, or at least some questions about how that would all work, but he just says back at her, “I don’t think he minds.”
That takes Kyndyl aback. “What do you mean? Have you spoken with him already, One on one?” Kyndyl doesn’t wait for an answer, reading his body language instead. “When?”
Vieras tosses an arm up in a shrug, as if that’s a good enough answer, but Kyndyl keeps waiting. “I don’t know exactly, alright? We’ve just like… hung out.”
“Hung out?”
“I just mean like.” He tosses his hand again, runs it through his hair. “Isn’t that normal? To be like ‘Hey, can we talk, cause I think I want in on this?’ Or you know. Whatever.”
Technically, it does make sense. And Kyndyl’s not sure herself why it’s frying her brain, just a little, that Vieras didn’t think that he needed to bring her along for that conversation. She never used to feel so rigid about these sorts of things when it was Foster.
Maybe that’s what it was. That there’s still a sliver of a part of her that still hasn’t fully adapted. That because that little part of her still feels tangled and weird since the transition, she expects everyone to have some degree of that same awkwardness she does, sometimes.
Vieras never had the before, he’s choosing the community exactly as it already is. It’s a good thing, actually, if he’s that kind of comfortable.
“Okay." She relents, and once again, she sees him relax. "You’re right.”
~
“Aw, that’s kind of sweet.” Sabine says into her coffee, the next morning, where Kyndyl has found herself. She doesn’t necessarily consider herself extremely close with her and Avery, but she’s familiar enough with them to once in a while let a little loose around them.
“Still though, hung out? Have you ever seen them hang out?”
Avery shrugs. “I’ve seen them in the same room together.”
“And what does that mean?”
“What we mean.” Sabine takes over. “It’s a lot of people in a relatively small space. People come and go, from room to room, house to house. Sometimes you just end up being around someone. The three of us just happen to be around at the same time today, so here we are having brunch. And wouldn’t you call this ‘hanging out’?’
Kyndyl hms.
“And think of it this way.” Sabine continues. “Poor ol’ Sully spends all that time in a house full of wives and kids, might be nice for him to have someone else to spend some time with. Man to man.” She leans over to nudge her shoulder into Avery’s, who gives Sabine a glance in return that is unreadable to Kyndyl.
The two of them are something of an anomaly. One day, Avery brings Sabine home and proclaims he intends to marry. As further proven by recent events, the community has always been fairly open to bringing in ‘outsiders’. They would have a harder time thriving if they didn’t, but the surprise was that no one even knew Avery had been going out, implying it had been more of a sneaking situation. And since marrying Sabine and moving her and her sister in, he’s expressed no further interest in taking over wives, despite the impression Kyndyl has always gathered from Sabine that she herself wouldn’t particularly mind.
Kyndyl sometimes can’t help but feel a twinge of envy toward them. Not at all for the supposed monogamy, but rather just the apparent intimacy.
“Sab’s got a point." Avery says. "You’ve got your brother, your brother has a whole new community, and hell, Sully might even have a friend?” Sabine laughs to herself before quieting herself with a sip from her mug. “This could be a good thing for everyone.”
Kyndyl hums again, considering. “Yeah. Maybe it is.”
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