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HIIEUSI WAS WHHEE HI SIS I WAS WONDERING U COULD DO ARCADE FF WITH HEESEUNG ?

Omg girl I haven’t had time to write a damn thing yet and my drafts are piling up. But moots take TOP priority and I try to respond to asks as fast as possible. Anywaysss here you go and I hope u enjoy 🩷

Ride Me ~ L.HS

pairing: Heeseung!bf x Reader!gf| wc: 1k | summary: Things take a steamy turn after your boyfriend shows you his new at-home arcade setup. | cw: 🔞MDNI!! unprotected sex, cumshots, fingering, clit stimulation, pet names [daddy, good girl, baby] <- 100% Heeseung coded [porn with a plot] Enjoy :)

“Well babe, what do you think?” Heeseung asked as he uncovered your eyes revealing the mass gaming setup. “I figured I’d use this more than the theater room,” he ruffled his hands through his hair, anxiously waiting for you to respond.

“It looks great, but I’m gonna miss our little movie nights under the blankets,” you smiled as you walked up to one of the machines.

You clicked a few of the large buttons, anticipating a pixelated image to flash across the screen. “Umm, how do you turn this thing on?” You asked as nothing seemed to work.

Heeseung placed his hand on the edge beside you, trapping you beneath him as he reached down to flick a power switch. You felt his weight slightly press you against the machine as he did this.

“I must’ve forgotten to turn this one on,” he met your eyes through his shaggy hair. Something about that state felt off, but maybe it was just you so you brushed off the feeling and proceeded to look at the other games he had.

A zombie survival simulator that came with 4 guns.

A claw machine filled with plushes.

A retro fighting game.

And a two player motorcycle game.

Eager to try this one out, you climbed onto the bike.

“Of all the stuff you just saw, im surprised this is the one you wanted to play,” Heeseung tilted his head.

“Yeah, well, I like racing games. Stuff like MarioKart, y’know,” Heeseung watched as you struggled to reach the coin slot from your seat. The opening sat just out of your reach.

Your tits pressed up against the leather as your cheek meshed with cold material.

"Let me help you," Heeseung whispered in your ear as he reached over to insert the coin. You felt him pushing himself up against you from behind which sent butterflies through your stomach.

You went to the loading screen and customized your bike, "If you wanna play, there's another bike," you said as you noticed your boyfriend was still straddled on the bike behind you. His hands gripped the back of the seat as he sat there with his legs spread open.

You had a bad habit of staring at the print in his pants, didn't matter if he was hard or soft. You craved to feel him inside of you.

"I know, but I wanna see how you ride," he smirked as he grabbed your hips, quickly jerking your hips backward.

Feeling the heat rush to your face you continued to start up the game. You chose a Tokyo map because of the neon cityscape terrain at night time. Though you tried your best to stay focused you couldn't shake the feeling of Heeseung sitting behind you like this.

"San, ni, ichi...sutato," the automated female voice called out as tri-colored traffic lights flashed across the screen. The aggressive rumble from the bike startled you as it took off.

You felt as Heeseung squeezed your hips again before leaning against you. You nearly crashed as his touch caught you off guard.

"Be careful baby," he said before placing a kiss on your neck.

"I-I'm trying. But you keep distracting me," you stuttered.

"Am I really that distracting," he asked as he slipped his hands around your thighs, squeezing and pulling at the flesh.

"Ngh," you groaned. "Yes, you are."

"Oh, but you like it when I touch you like this. Don't you?" Heeseung grinded his hips against you.

"Mmm," you moaned as you felt his budge pressing into you. "H-heeseung," you said letting out a soft breath.

"Keep driving baby. If you come in first place, I'll give you a little treat," he hummed as he reached his fingers in between your folds. Your growing wetness slowly seeped through the fabric of your panties.

"Ngh!" you huffed as he massaged your clit through your shorts.

He continued to tease you as you struggled to finish the race, barely coming in first after finding a shortcut.

As the gold star shot across the screen, Heeseung hummed a raspy "Good girl," in your ear before helping you out of your shorts.

At this point, you were only wearing your hot pink thong--something you knew Heeseung loved to use. "Show me that pretty little pussy of yours," he bit his lip as you pulled the small fabric to the side, exposing your wet folds.

He smiled as he palmed himself before pulling his veiny cock out only to glide it between your slimy lips and tease your sensitive bead with his tip.

You whimpered as you began pushing yourself against his hard dick, eagerly trying to force it inside.

He halted your movements by gripping the inside of your thighs, spreading your legs more, before telling you to "ride Daddy's dick like the good girl I know you are."

Immediately after he said those words, he shoved his dick deep inside of you, causing you to let out a sharp groan. "Fuck," he winced. "You're still so fucking tight," he said slowly pumping his cock into you. "Ngh," he moaned before leaning forward to kiss your neck as your ragged breathing filled his ear. "You sound so fucking sexy when you're taking my dick like this," he pecked your cheek as you finally adjusted to his length.

You started to grind into your boyfriend, stuffing his cock deeper into you as he held you from your waist. "That's it, baby, just like that," his words encouraged you to pick up the speed as he pulled your lips into his, gripping your throat.

He turned you over and fucked you from the back as your tits pressed up against the leather. You clenched around him as he let out a groan. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he gritted through his teeth before 3 long, hard thrusts. You felt his warm seed spill into you and drip out as you came with him. Fortunately, your panties caught the majority of the spill.

Exhausted, you laid across the bike as Heeseung kissed your shoulders.

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Mr. Peacekeeper

“President Coriolanus Snow, I salute you,” he whispers to himself while looking in the mirror.

Coriolanus looks extremely sharp and put together in his opinion. With his perfectly tailored suit, his golden curls slicked back, but not too slicked back, and his shiny black leather shoes.

He remembers a time when he’d sit on the edge of his tiny bunk bed, shining his black Peacekeeper boots. It’s all in the past now. All of it.

“Coriolanus?”

Well, not all of it.

He turns and finds Soarynn standing in the doorway of the bedroom, holding her dress up to her chest as if it might fall at any moment. “Yes?” She takes a cautious step into the room before turning around, exposing her bare back along with the dress that hasn’t been laced up yet. That explains why she’s holding onto it for dear life.

He can’t stop the grin from forming on his lips, “Could you string me up?” She asks, casting him a glance from over her shoulder. He nods and walks over to her, his fingers grabbing the strings that will give Soarynn the perfect figure as the dress clings to her shape. He can’t help but stare at the plethora of scars on her back. Some are from cigarettes, from men who liked to put them out on her bare skin. Others are from long nails that hadn’t been cut in a long time.

He tries to forget that time in her life, when she slept with lowlife men for a few sad coins.

He tries to remind himself that she was trying to survive, to provide for her family and make a living but heaven knows it can be hard for him.

It’s been hard for her too. Learning a new way of life here in the Capitol has been…an adjustment for Soarynn so to speak. At first, she’d been in awe of the city and its wonders. The food, the fashion, and of course, the culture. It was all so different from the Districts.

That’s why Coriolanus loved it so much.

Once they arrived at the train station they were greeted by Dr. Gaul of all people. The mad scientist was a rather odd woman but she was beaming when he stepped off the train and praised him for giving her such a “wonderful performance.” Her eyes had then landed on Soarynn who was pressed to his side, wide-eyed as she looked around at all the people.

“I see you’ve brought a souvenir, Mr. Snow,” she’d said, chuckling to herself when Soarynn gave her a rather disturbed look.

Coriolanus had made a mental note to keep Soarynn far away from the clutches of Dr. Gaul, a woman who had no reservations about testing her new ideas on human beings.

For the most part, he did keep Soarynn hidden away. He didn't need everyone to know about her. Only the people who mattered knew of Soarynn's existence. They were going to see many of those people tonight at the charity auction that President Ravenstill was hosting at the President's Mansion.

"I don't remember buying you this dress," he says, pulling on the strings. She sucks in her breath as he tightens up the dress and lets out a small groan, "Well you bought me about a million dresses when we got here." She's not wrong. Once Coriolanus got back to the Capitol he gave him and Soarynn proper facelifts. He grew out his curls and got her hair cut, it had been so tangled and dirty. Now it fell around her breasts and had a more flattering cut.

He got Soarynn facials, massages, and all the creams and makeup she could ever want. If she was going to be his girl, she had to look the part. He taught her how to walk in heels, how to always be on her best behavior, to look people in the eye, to have manners.

She had to be perfect.

"Nothing wrong with keeping you properly clothed," he tells her before tying the strings off with a bow. "Now, for tonight I want you to be on your best behavior, and don't stray from my si-"

"From your side, I know," Soarynn huffs, walking back out into the hallway. Coriolanus is hot on her heels, she's not about to get an attitude with him. "I don't have time for any outbursts Soarynn," he reminds her, "people in the Capitol won't understand if you start behaving oddly." Soarynn makes it all the way to the living room before he latches onto her wrist and pulls her into him, she struggles but Coriolanus has always been much stronger than her, even if she has filled out a little more with her new Capitol diet.

"I don't wanna go Coriolanus," she whispers, trying to pry his arm off of her, "all those men do is look at me and act like I'm some shiny trophy." She is a trophy but she doesn't need to know that.

Coriolanus sighs, "Soarynn, I'm not asking you to come with me, I'm telling you that you're coming with me tonight, like it or not. Besides, lots of their wives will be there. You like them don't you?"

Since getting back to the Capitol, Coriolanus had been working extremely hard to reconnect with the higher elite. He was going to run for President in the next election and to do that and win, he needed connections. He befriended all sorts of wealthy men and politicians, knowing that it could only help his campaign.

Soarynn didn't really understand any of it, why he'd want to run for President. "You already have a nice fancy house," she'd said one night, the two of them sitting in their after-sex bliss. He had given her a squeeze and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, "Yes, but it's different. You'll see."

Soarynn looks down at the ground, her entire body somewhat deflates, "I don't like talkin' to them. They're so old and boring." Coriolanus has to withhold himself from wrapping a hand around her pretty little neck because the last thing he needs is for her to say something like that in front of the wrong person. "They're married to the most influential men in Panem," he reminds her, "and what did I say about properly enunciating your words?"

Getting that southern twang out of Soarynn's voice had been more than difficult. It wasn't even the accent that bothered him, but the vocabulary, the shortened words, the strange sayings. It all had to go and he'd been working hard with her to get it out of her system.

He didn't mind it as much when they were alone but in public was a different story. He had introduced her to an associate of his when they first arrived in the Capitol and Soarynn had horribly embarrassed him. She had attempted to compliment his associate's shoes and yet she found the most revolting words to do so.

After that, Coriolanus learned his lesson.

"You said to talk proper because the folks in the Capitol won't understand me," she mumbles. Coriolanus slips two fingers under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him, "Yes I did. And I need you to be on your best behavior for me tonight, understand?" Soarynn's eye twitches but she nods, "Alright, I'll be on my best behavior."

꧁ ꧂

The President's Mansion is everything he could have imagined.

Coriolanus can't help but imagine what it'll look like when he's living here. He'll repaint the walls for sure, add some more marble statues in the gardens, maybe a greenhouse. "It's so big," Soarynn says in awe as she looks around. Coriolanus nods, they've only been granted access to certain parts of the Mansion and he already feels as though he could get lost at any moment. He spots a few of his old Academy friends and tugs Soarynn along with him, "I want you to meet some of my old friends."

Soarynn has nothing to do but nod and put on the pretty smile he's taught her before they reach Festus Creed and Felix Ravenstill. "Coriolanus Snow, what a rare sight to see," Festus teases. Coriolanus rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around Soarynn a little tighter. Festus is known to have wandering eyes along with wandering hands.

"I thought I might make an appearance," Coriolanus says nonchalantly. He won't tell them how excited he was when Soarynn walked into his study with a shiny envelope addressed to him. He normally didn't appreciate Soarynn coming into his study without permission but she had walked right in, holding out the envelope, "It looked real important," she had said. Indeed it was.

The boys aren't even trying to hide the fact that they're ogling Soarynn and Coriolanus would be a fool not to play that to his advantage, "Have I introduced you to Soarynn?" Felix's jaw is slightly slacked and Coriolanus is willing to bet that it's from the amount of cleavage Soarynn is showing tonight. Charity auction be damned, Coriolanus was going to make sure that everyone envied him and the pretty girl on his arm.

"I don't believe you have," Festus says, "I'm Festus Creed and I'm extremely talented in bed." Coriolanus can't stop the scoff from leaving his mouth at his friend's vulgar language but Soarynn laughs and leans her head on his shoulder, "I'm sure you've got a real talent," she replies.

Coriolanus knows that any well-behaved Capitol lady would be replaced by Festus and his crude comments. They'd flinch and gasp but Soarynn doesn't. Even though she hasn't slept with anyone but him since arriving at the Capitol she's still numb to the idea of sleeping around. And it disgusts him. To see her so casually replying to comments such as the one Festus made, to laugh and tease him back. She should know better.

Although Coriolanus feels that once you've whored yourself out enough, comments like this won't even phase you.

You can take the whore out of the Districts, but you can't take the Districts out of the whore.

He shoots both Soarynn and Festus a look, "Why don't we keep the conversations civil?" He suggests, quieting both of them down. Felix looks somewhat uncomfortable and Coriolanus plays into it, "So Felix, is your uncle prepared for the Presidential race?" Felix sighs and rolls his eyes, "He won't shut up about it."

Coriolanus is hoping to overtake Felix's uncle so any inside information is crucial. "Is he nervous?" Soarynn asks, somewhat intrigued at the premise of being related to the President of Panem. Soarynn wasn't very political or involved with politics. She only really cared about the Mayor back in Twelve but that was such a small scale compared to the Capitol.

Felix shrugs, "Not nervous, he just..." His voice dies off and he seems to be lost in thought for a moment before shaking his head, "Never mind. He'll do fine, it's just another election to him."

Coriolanus nods and gives Felix a polite smile but he can't help but wonder what Felix was going to say. He needs to find out, get the inside scoop so he can win. But there's really no way to get that close to a Ravenstill, at least not without being creepy. Coriolanus cringes at the thought of cozying up to Felix, trying to win him over. Absolutely not. It's only effective when girls do it.

When. Girls. Do. It.

He looks down at the very pretty girl at his side, who is still so young, turning eighteen in a month, so vulnerable without him, completely dependent on him. She belongs to him.

"Excuse us," Coriolanus says before dragging Soarynn away from his friends which earns him a curious look from her but he ignores it, "Where're we goin'?" Coriolanus could lose it right then and there at her improper grammar but he brushes it under the rug, he'll have to be forgiving for this plan to work, to make Soarynn compliant. He finds a dark and empty hallway and pushes Soarynn up against the wall, his lips are on hers in an instant.

Soarynn moans into the kiss, her hands come up to grab his shoulders while he grabs her small waist. Coriolanus isn't too keen on public displays of affection, not when his image matters so much. But Soarynn has always got off on it. She's always been a slut.

"You look so pretty tonight," he whispers against her lips. She really does. Her hair has been curled and perfectly frames her face and her makeup is light and subtle, perfectly enhancing her natural features. Soarynn's always been pretty, but the District life managed to dull that natural charm. In the Capitol her skin is brighter, bouncier, her hair is thicker, her lashes longer. Thank goodness he brought her here.

Soarynn whimpers when his hands slide down to her ass and he squeezes it, "Tha...thank you Coriolanus," she whispers back. She's also much more sensitive in the Capitol. More responsive to his touch now that he's the only man who gets to fuck her tight little cunt every night.

He shoves his knee in between her legs and Soarynn gasps, grinding against it. Coriolanus chuckles, "Always a little slut for me huh? Even in the President's Mansion." He presses kisses up and down her neck, sucking on her sweet spots. He's careful to leave nothing behind, no one needs to know what they're doing. "I need you to do something for me," he says while kissing her jaw. Soarynn sighs and leans into his touch, the touch she's been so desperate for the entire week. With work and his campaign, Coriolanus has been more than busy the past couple of weeks and hasn't been properly taking care of his little District whore. She's more than eager to be fucked, which begs the question if she's willing to be fucked by anyone.

"Anything," she says and she means it too. He knows Soarynn will do anything to be fucked, to be touched, and maybe just maybe feel some sort of genuine connection. Even though she won't come outright and say it, he knows that she wants something more than sex. She wants to be loved. Soarynn had asked him about it when they first arrived, what the dynamic of their relationship would be like. She didn't want it to be like it used to be, where he sold her off to the highest bidder. "You're my girl," he had told her, "don't you worry your pretty little head about it."

But Soarynn had worried. He could see how she clung to words of praise like they were a lifeline to her. Without him, she was nothing. And Soarynn couldn't afford to be nothing.

He brings his lips right next to her ear and whispers the next eight words, "I want you to sleep with Felix Ravenstill."

She stills once those words register in her brain and she pulls away from his touch immediately. Coriolanus lets her move his hands off of her and take a step back, he can see the hurt in her eyes, the betrayal. "You...you said I wouldn't have to do that anymore," she says. Her voice is so fragile, so quiet and shaky. Coriolanus pinches the bridge of his nose, he needs this to go smoothly. He can't afford any loose ends.

He reaches out for her but she flinches, "Soarynn, it's to help me win, don't you want to help me? To be good for me?" Be my good girl?" Soarynn's lip quivers and he can see her fighting the urge to cry, "I wanna be more than your girl Coriolanus," she says, "you can throw away a girl at any time. A wife is different." She's smarter than he's given her credit for.

Coriolanus looks down at the tiled floor, at his shiny black shoes, and nods, "Okay." Soarynn sniffles, shifting on her feet, "Okay? Okay, what?" Coriolanus looks back up at her, starting from her high heels and making his way up her slim body, admiring how the dress hugs her just right. Felix is going to love ripping it off of her.

"Okay, I'll make you my wife. If I win then we'll get married. It'll be a grand wedding and we'll have children and start a family, a new life together," he promises.

Soarynn eats it right up.

"What...what do I have to do?" She asks, looking so small and naive. Coriolanus grins, "Exactly what I tell you to do."

꧁ ꧂

He's a nervous wreck while he paces in his living room, watching the television screen for any updates.

He also keeps glancing at the front doors, waiting for Soarynn to get back from her very important night out. "Come on," he whispers, "hurry it up." He can't be too upset, sleeping with the President of Panem takes some time, but he's an impatient man.

It's all played out perfectly for him.

Soarynn has slept his way to the top. First, she sunk her claws into Felix Ravenstill that night at the charity auction. They snuck away to one of the many bedrooms and Soarynn came stumbling out the back entrance of the house a few hours later covered in bruises and other bodily fluids. Apparently, Festus had wanted in on the action but the job was done either way.

Then, she made her move on the President's security detail. Coriolanus knew those men wouldn't let her get too close without some convicting that she was a harmless little field mouse. Soarynn had been terrified at the prospect of sleeping with men who had guns on them at all times but Coriolanus was swift to remind her of her time spent on the Peacekeeper bases. "Those men would've fucked you with their guns and you would've liked it," he had hissed, grabbing her jaw and slamming her into the wall, "now stop being a whiny brat and do as I say."

There had been tears and new promises made, but in the end, she made it to Ravenstill.

From what Soarynn told him, Ravenstill was an old, boring man who partook in the most basic sex she's ever had. And Coriolanus was more than willing to take her word on it. Ravenstill did however get off on seeing other men have a turn on Soarynn, something Coriolanus didn't predict. She had come home in tears, a bruise on her cheek and blood between her legs. He had comforted her and washed her gently in the bath before swaddling her in the comfiest pajamas. "Only one more time," he whispered as she finally drifted off to sleep, "you'll only sleep with the President one more time." And he meant it. Soarynn would never sleep with the President of Panem again.

His attention is drawn to the doors when he hears them open and a disheveled-looking Soarynn appears. Her eyes immediately find him and he raises his eyebrows. Has she done it? She nods. Coriolanus breaks into a giant smile, and strides across the room and the foyer and scoops Soarynn up in his arms, listening to her squeal in delight, "Oh you're perfect," he tells her, "this is it Soarynn. You've done everything and now it's all done."

Soarynn is grinning like a wildcat and she giggles, "It was real scary watchin' him cough up all that blood. I had to act so surprised." Coriolanus chuckles as he sets her down on her feet, "I'm sure you were the perfect little actress. He's dead then?" Soarynn nods and bats her eyelashes up at him, "Dead as a doornail."

They celebrate big that night. Coriolanus makes love to Soarynn for the first time while the Capitol news plays in the background, informing them that President Ravenstill has succumbed to a sudden deadly illness and has passed away. The country will be in shambles but with Coriolanus tied neck and neck with Ravenstill in the election, it's no question who will take over.

"I love you," he grunts, fucking into her slow and steady. She looks beautiful under him, absolutely beautiful. "You'll be my perfect First Lady. Can't wait to fuck my children into you, watch you walk around all swollen with me heir, carrying the Snow name."

He can picture it now, their prosperous future. Their wedding, their children, and then, Soarynn's unfortunate death. Unforeseen of course but at the perfect time when the children are old enough to be looked after by a nanny and he can remarry without causing too much suspicion.

Soarynn smiles up at him before pressing her lips against his, "Snow lands on top," she whispers.

Snow certainly does land on top.

꧁ ꧂

"Coriolanus, what are your plans for Panem once you're sworn in as President?"

Coriolanus wishes he could tell all these reporters to fuck off with their stupid, basic questions but he just smiles through the pain. It's customary for the future President to have one press briefing before being sworn in. Today has been a long day of festivities leading up to his inauguration. He's less than an hour away from being President of Panem and he can taste it, taste the power.

He looks powerful. With his hair perfectly styled, the red rose pinned to his lapel. He glances to his right where his fiancé is standing, prim and proper. Once Ravenstill was out of the picture, Soarynn snapped into being the perfect Capitol lady for Coriolanus. If he knew this was what it took to get her in line, he would've killed the man ages ago. Coriolanus sleeps well knowing that he's managed to get Soarynn to do all his dirty work and has secured himself the perfect wife.

He can't afford any loose ends and eventually, Soarynn will have to go, but until then, Coriolanus plans on enjoying his perfect little wife and her tight little cunt until they're both of no use to him.

"I plan to get this nation into shape," he responds, "and to tighten the security on the Peacekeeper bases. I myself was a Peacekeeper and I was a witness to vermin slipping through the cracks one too many times." He can see Soarynn slightly flinch at the word 'vermin' but it's not his fault that she chose whoring as her profession. It was fine back then but now things need to change. He can't have any District rats swaying the opinions of his Peacekeepers.

The report nods and jots down his response and Coriolanus withholds a sigh of relief. He's finally done. Now, all he has to do is be sworn in. He's been waiting for this moment his whole life and it's finally happening.

Snow lands on top.

"Mr. Snow? Just one more question. I'm Sejanus Plinth from the Capitol Gazette."

Coriolanus who was about to step down from the podium, zeroes in on the outspoken voice, the same outspoken voice that caused him nothing but annoyance and being heavily inconvenienced.

Sejanus Plinth.

As District as they come, and nothing but a speck of dirt on his shiny leather shoes. It's no surprise that he chose journalism as his profession. He probably thinks he's going to "change the world" with his shabby little articles.

Coriolanus remembers ending him more than anything. Sejanus had everything he wanted. A family, money, and a higher status than the one Coriolanus used to possess. Now the tables have turned and he finally gets to look down on poor Sejanus Plinth who's so desperate to ask him single question. His response will probably earn Sejanus a small amount of money that he'll then use to try and help the less fortunate.

Coriolanus feels the cruel grin spreading across his lips as he nods at Sejanus, "Go ahead. I'm always willing to speak to the less fortunate." A wave of laughter passes through the crowd of reporters and Sejanus manages a somewhat professional smile.

"Is it true that you've been selling your fiancé out to influential men?"

Coriolanus feels his smile slightly waver but his face never falters, "Pardon? I...I don't quite understand what you're asking," he says with a light-hearted chuckle. There's a tension in the room and he can't quite get rid of it.

Sejanus tilts his head, "Is it true, that you have been selling your fiancé's body for the past years to move up in the world?" It's a simple question, Mr. Snow. According to my sources, you started sleeping with her when she was seventeen while you were serving as a Peacekeeper in District Twelve."

Coriolanus can't stop himself from turning to look at Soarynn who's staring right back at him, an expectant look on her face. She should look distraught, if his reputation's on the line, her's is too.

"I don't recall ever having any sexual relations with my fiancé when she was underage," he says, his voice firm. Sejanus gives him a teasing smile and Coriolanus can feel a pit beginning to form in his stomach.

"You sent her to partake in sexual interactions with Commanding Officer Hoff so you could bring her with you to District Two when you were reassigned as an Officer," Sejanus says, reading directly from the notes he's brought with him, "then in District Two you allowed Commanding Officer Potts to take advantage of her after he caught wind of you selling her out to higher ranking officers in hopes of you moving up in the ranks. Then you proceeded to sell her out to various Capitol men such as Felix Ravenstill, Festus Creed, and President Ravenstill who unfortunately passed away due to an "unknown illness" and my sources tell me that she often frequented the President's Mansion before he passed away."

There's an uneasiness in the room and people are beginning to whisper to one another and Coriolanus can feel it all slipping away. He glances to the door where he can see Felix and Festus attempting to leave but they're being held by security.

"Sexual slavery concerning a minor is a serious crime Mr. Snow, and so is murder, and I have evidence leading me to believe that you forced Miss Nightingale into poison the President so that you could win the election."

People are talking now, throwing around accusations and whispers. This is bad. Very, very bad. Every fucking news outlet in the country is in here getting this story. He watches as five Peacekeepers push their way through the crowd and he can only hope that they're coming to his rescue.

"Coriolanus Snow, you are under arrest under the premise of murder, participating in underage prostitution, and sexual coercion."

A camera flash goes off and everything is in slow motion. All the sounds around him are muffled as he's handcuffed and shoved towards the side of the stage. People are crying out for justice or for mercy. He can see Felix and Festus also being handcuffed shouting for him to do something.

But he can't. He's in shock.

Someone has to help him, someone has to tell the truth, well, not the truth, but enough of the truth so that he can get out of this. He looks to the one person who can help him, the one person who also happens to be responsible for all of this. Who waited for his big shining moment to take him down.

Soarynn.

She wears her most innocent smile, the same one she gives to all the men she's about to take advantage of. Sure, she'd sleep with anyone, but she'd also steal their watches, slip a few bills from their wallets, get them to help her out of a sticky situation.

He just always chose to ignore that.

Soarynn holds up her hands to the Peacekeepers and they surprisingly stop. Soarynn slowly walks over to Coriolanus until she's right in front of him. She's wearing red lipstick and has a rose tucked into her hair. Clear property of Coriolanus Snow. Soarynn reaches for the rose and pulls it from her hair, she brings it up to her nose and sniffs it, humming to herself as she closes her eyes.

"You hear that Coriolanus?"

All Coriolanus can hear are the shouts of everyone in the room. Of his life falling apart.

She opens her eyes before she crushes the rose in her hand, crumpled petals fall to the floor.

"It's the sound of Snow falling."

| Part 3. | Final Part |

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[lurafita]

Chaotic Matchmaking

Pre-Malec, where the others have to come up with a sure fire way to get them together. Clary tries the shock method.

Clary: "You get me in the divorce." Alec: "I don't want you. And whose divorce?" Clary: "Yours and Magnus'. Keep up." Alec, heavily blushing: "We aren't even together, let alone married!" Clary: "Semantics. Every group has a 'married couple', and you two fit the bill. Don't fight it." Alec, still blushing: "You don't even make sense. Why are you talking about divorces?" Clary: "Because statistically speaking, the chances for divorce are pretty high." Alec: "I think you are high." Clary: "Anyway, Izzy will be with Magnus,-" Alec: "What? Why?! She is my sister!" Clary: "Yeah, but Magnus has nicer clothes for her to borrow." Alec, grumbling: "Betrayed for Dolce and Gabbana." Clary: "Jace is with Magnus as well." Alec: "The hell?!" Clary: "Izzy bet him he wouldn't be able to pet a duck, and if he lost the bet, he had to flip a coin to decide if he got to be camp Alec or camp Magnus. The coin landed for camp Magnus. Sorry." Alec: "My parabatai was beat by a duck…" Clary: "Maia decided to stay neutral." Alec: "I always knew I liked her best." Clary: "So Simon said that he would be with you as well. So don't worry, when you and Mags get divorced, you will always have Si and me." Alec: ...

20 minutes later, Alec storms into Magnus' loft

Alec: "Magnus! I love you and we have to get married and we can never, ever, ever get divorced, you hear me?!" grabs Magnus by the lapels and pulls him into a kiss Magnus is okay with it.

[peacocks-pantomime]

In an empty theatre, teardrops echo like the sound of applause.

All I do is lay down a bet~ It’s out of my control if my opponent decides to lay down their life, isn’t it?

After the chaos, not much was left of Sigonia-IV, yet there were two malnourished children-- Kakavasha and his Big Sis, nearly perishing from the elements on the ruined planet.

One day, there was finally salvation in the form of a light-- a light, and a beautiful woman dressed in elegant clothing peering down at them under a wide-brimmed hat.

She told them that they would be safe, that they could trust her-- and what other option did they have? She looked so different, and seemed so kind compared to the others that have mistreated them... Big Sis had been willing to give her a chance.

And so, Kakavasha was whisked away to another world, offered clean clothes and a room of his own. He fell asleep immediately, curling up on the soft carpet of the floor.

When he awoke, his Big Sis wasn't there. But they said she would be. They told him she would be. So he wanders through the strange building against his better judgement.

It wasn't long before he heard muffled words coming from the ajar door of a bright room. He snuck over to peek into the room and he saw people dressed in simplistic black clothing, taking notes on some sort of devices and huddled around a bed.

And on the bed lay the body of his dead sister. But those people would never acknowledge her as such; to them she was only an experiment. One of the last Sigonians of the Avgin race, a miraculous discovery. And they weren't going to tell him. They were going to hide it from him.

Blinded by the emotions swirling around inside of him, Kakavasha threw himself through the doorway, grabbing the first sharp tool in sight, and ended the lives of all the professionals in that wretched room one by one.

He'd cried the whole time. He couldn't identify the emotion the tears stemmed from-- whether from sadness at the loss of his sister, or from the rage burning bright-- but as the boy stood there, he dropped his weapon, wrapping his arms around himself in horror...

He didn't feel guilty for what he'd done.

That sort of control-- the ability to watch the life of another mortal slip away between his fingers and know that he was the cause...

It was empowering.

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~ This Aventurine exists in the same universe as @the-truth-of-nothingness

A famous musical artist and actor, known for masking his true self.

Roams around Penacony but travels the cosmos to perform

Is quite sadistic and will bet others on their life-- resulting in their death, because he never loses.

Longs to destroy the IPC as vengeance for the lies and betrayal from which his sister suffered

The glistening teardrop hanging around his neck allows him to mesmerize others with a glance, if he so wishes-- the glow of his eyes is interconnected

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[beautifulterriblequeen]

S5 AU: No Vacancy

Terry: Claudia, I don't think this is such a good idea-

Claudia: Don't tell me what to do! My dad has literally seconds to live! I have to save him somehow!

Claudia: *begins coin spell on Viren*

Viren: I hate to agree with the boy, but isn't there any other way-

Claudia: I AM NOT LOSING YOU AGAIN, DAD!!

Claudia: erusaert ym si luos ruoy

Terry: AAAAAAA

Viren: AAAAAA OW OW AAAAAA

Viren: *is sucked into the coin*

Runaan: *is shoved out of the coin, lands in Family Guy jumble*

Terry: Wait, where did he come from?

Claudia: Aw boogers, I grabbed one of the full ones by mistake. Oh well. *holds up coin Viren* Now I have all the time in the world to find a way to save you!

Viren, in the coin: (:0)

Terry: so what do we do about, er... him?

Claudia: pssh he's a kingkiller but he's dying, so it's fine.

Terry: It's not fine!

Claudia: Then you babysit him. I have research to do!

Terry, to Runaan: Uh... h-hello? Sir? Rayla's dad? Trees to meet you.

Runaan, facedown in the grass: mmthmrmm

Terry: Sorry?

Runaan: Ethari.

Terry: Oh! You know him too? Amazing, what are the odds! How'd you meet him?

Runaan: *taps a swirly-covered horn cuff*

Terry, possessor of Ethari lore: O.O Oh sh-

[babygirl-riley]

Part IV

Ghost, Soap, and you meet up with Alejandro near a market. And talk with Valeria

Warnings: violance, flirting, negotiations, swearing

Ghostly Ruins

simon x reader guide

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You stood near a fruit stand, fresh fruit it read as you handed some pesos to the older lady. You grabbed a peach, one of your favorites, taking a bite out of it. “This is Bravo 0-9,” You said swallowing the peach down. “I am in position.”

“You eatin’ love?” Ghost’s voice said through the comm.

“A peach.” You responded taking another bite.

Soap chuckled through it. “Swear lass you can find food anywhere.”

You shrug walking away from the stand. “It’s fresh and an old lady gotta get something.”

“There is only one peach I would love to eat.” Ghost teased, your eyes widened.

“Woah.” Soap choked.

“Ghost,” You hissed. “Not over the comms.”

“S’rry love.” Ghost said with amusement behind his voice.

“Thu na coin olc.” Soap mumbled.

“English.” Ghost said annoyed, you could see his eyes rolling.

“Both of ya are nasty.”

You chuckled as you walked around looking out of Alejandro. Unfortunately the cartel are more on high alert the last couple of months, due to capture Valeria the first time. Anyone could be watching, even children is what was told. Them being little street rats gossiping to the cartel.

You hated children being involved in wars street to global. They should be innocent, worrying about the next toy that comes out or when the next time they will play with their friends. Not about soldiers and terrorist, you remembered when you were a child innocent. Didn’t even realize that your mom was shooting up while dad was out on deployment. You and your brother would go be off in the neighborhood playing with other children.

Even you didn’t have a proper childhood. It made you think if any child had a normal one. One where they didn’t have to worry about adult things at the age of 7. “Hermana,” Your thoughts were broken as Alejandro walked up. “Long time no see.”

You smiled. “Alejandro,” You patted his shoulder. “Wish it was better circumstances.”

“Me too,” He sighed looking around to start walking. “I assume Ghost and Soap are somewhere close?”

“Of course we are.” Soap said through the comms.

Alejandro smiled. “Perfecto, come now we found someone that knows where Valeria is.”

You followed him through the market watching closely around you. It seems like a normal day around them, people laughing and chatting. Something that you craved for, you wanted, a normal life. Yet you also craved for this, helping the need, having the world safe while you dirtied your hands.

“Valeria could be anywhere at this point.” Alejandro sighed.

“Ya think she could’ve left Las Almas?” Soap asked.

“No she would never leave this place, at least I don’t think she would. It’s her ground. Her home. Even if she doesn’t want to protect it.” Alejandro replied, his face turning into a frown.

You inhaled deeply passing through a group of people. “Well let’s hope she is still here then.”

“It took us months to find her,” Rudy spoke through the comms. “Luckily we found her through the children.”

“The children?” You asked walking lass more people.

“Si,” Rudy answered. “You give them money they will give information.”

“Trainin em to be spies eh?” Soap said huffed after.

“Unfortunately that’s the way it works.” Alejandro commented.

“So where is she?” Ghost interrupted.

“Well,” Alejandro stopped at a corner. “Hermana, she hasn’t seen your face yet. So,” He looked over at a truck. “You gotta change.”

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You waited inside a lobby as people walked in and out. The information was told she was here, in a whore house. Yep. Whore. House. You had to change into the skanky clothes to get into a lingerie. Show off your tits and ass. You knew Simon was not happy about it but Alejandro said he had some of his people in there if something goes south.

“See anything?” Ghost asked.

“Nothing,” You looked inside a darker room to see a woman giving a kiss on a man tying him up. “Just nasty twisted things in here.”

“What type of things?” Soap asked amusement laced in his voice.

“Something you couldn’t handle.” You quipped walking towards stairs.

“Stay focused she could be hidden up on the top floor. Only the head woman is allowed up there.” Alejandro explained.

You walked around, listening to the giggling, moaning, the beat of the music. You looked up the stairs to see the head mistress, she flickered her eyes to you. She knew that you weren’t one of her girls, she knew of that from how her state became curious. However, you needed her attention.

A drunken man came into view speaking spanish, it was hard to understand. Since most of it was slurring from drinking. You giggled and kissed his cheek before rubbing his face. Another woman took him apologized that it was her client. You didn’t mind. You weren’t here for that. Once you looked back up the mistress was heading down the steps.

You looked at her one last time, before going into a room, hoping that she would have followed you instead of security. You waited for a moment as you looked around the room you stepped in. Definitely a waiting room, has goodies and drinks for the men or women that come through.

“Quién eres?” A woman’s voice rang through.

You turned to see her, the mistress. She was cautious glaring up and down at you. Both of you stared for a moment before you smiled. “Elena, estoy aquí para ver la sin nombre.”

The lady was taken back at first. “La Sin Nombre is not here.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Then why did she ask me to come?” You froze, why would you state that? It was way too bold. Way to harsh.

“What did she say?” Rudy asked.

The men started to have the conversation of what the hell happened. “Hermana you gotta go now.” Alejandro said.

The lady was confused yet, you could tell that she didn’t want to say anything. You just fucking hoped this was the best route. Stupid but there was no other way. “Hope you know what ya doing.” Soap said in the comm.

Fuck you hoped too, hope that you just didn’t fuck everything up. The lady nodded. “Come.”

You slowly walked behind her, watching your back. “I have sights.” Ghost said softly.

The staircase was spiral, leading up to a singular hallway, with couple doors on the side and one at the end. The lady turned to you and raised an eyebrow. Your heart thumped more and more as the door came closer. The mistress turned to you. “She’ll know if you tell the truth.”

With that she opens it, you looked as she side stepped revealing the room. It was pretty large, couch on the side with a table. Chairs side by side on the other, the desk on the other side with it’s chair. The room had one window which was covered. Painting of women all around.

“Interesting you knew I was here,” Your head snapped to the chair that it’s back was faced away. The one against the desk. “Only select few know.”

When the chair turned it was her. Valeria. You smirked from her comment, only if she knew. “I had my guesses.” You commented walking fully in.

You looked more into your surroundings. No guards from what you see, mistress left. It was only her and you. “Guesses,” She asked standing up walking around the desk. “No one just guesses cariño. Not even some of my people know where I am at.”

You rolled your eyes. You had to match the energy with her. “Fine I wanted to know where you were at so I paid little children.”

Not completely in the lie. She smirked. “Using the orphaned? Smart. The question is though why?” You glared at her for a moment, amusement behind your eyes. She leaned against the desk. “You’re a gringo yeah? Why would you want to see me?”

“What else would I want?”

“Power?”

“No.”

“Money?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

You thought about it before swallowing. You needed to know Makarov but it came around to heavy, it would send red flags to her system. “You.”

Valeria glared before gears started to turn. “Alejandro sent you.”

You couldn’t lie. She knew she had to right? “What if he didn’t,” You turned it you walked closer. “What if I needed information?”

Valeria laughed. “Information, Mierda, no doy información especialmente para los vaqueros,” You shook your head before you could answer. “I know he sent you. Eres una rata.”

Shit. “It wouldn’t matter if he did or not Valeria,” You explained. “Men are already around this place. I just need information.”

Valeria shook her head. “I could kill you right here. What if I call your bluff huh? Then what?”

“Then you have a bullet in between your eyes.”

Valeria glared at you before she picked up a pen. Moving it between fingers. “Pretty confident. What information?”

“What the dealings with Russia was for? How it intertwined with Hassan.” You said getting ready for the pen to fly your way.

Valeria stopped her tracks. “Russia? Never dealt with Russia.”

“She’s lying.” Alejandro stated.

You watched as she twirled the pen. “Don’t play dumb Valeria. You are not the only one who can see through lying.”

Valeria rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Even if I did what would you give me to help you?”

“Not kill you would be the first thought.” You quipped.

“Tsk tsk tsk. No gringo. You get information I get a favor.” She said placing the pen down.

“That’s not how this works.”

“It’s exactly how it works. No matter how many times the cowboys get me. I will always get back out,” She explained stepping closer to you. “You get information and I get my favor.”

You glared at her as she walked closer. “What’s the favor?”

“Transportation.”

[comatosebunny09]

You've been putting off that oil change for far too long, sis.

You can't ignore that angry, red oil lamp leering at you from the dash much longer. So, you call a mom-and-pop shop to schedule an appointment for an oil change. And to your surprise, they have an opening right now!

Sure, you don't want to shell out the coins to keep your car running. Rather spend your money on booze, food, and whatever other oddities get you through the weekend. But you're an adult now. You've got 'sponsibilities. You want to trade that car in for a Mercedes someday.

Right?

You whip down the sunny highway, weaving through traffic. Pull up to the quaint repair shop you'd phoned earlier, still wearing your uniform and smelling like the struggle—it's inventory week. Lots of heavy lifting, sweating, and hating your life. 

It's surprisingly clean inside despite being low-key. Freshly painted, ivory walls. Glittering tile floors. Smells like bubblegum and lemon interweaved with motor oil. Warm and homely in contrast to the biting cold outside.

A neatly-arranged lobby sits on your left, two rows of chairs flanking the wall-mounted T.V., abuzz with the weather. Ceiling high windows permit sun rays to shine through. To your right is a marbled counter with a black top, unmanned, tidy stacks of paper, and intricately arranged business cards adorning it.

The door behind the counter is cracked open, a conglomerate of drilling, whirring, and shouting over heavy machinery pouring in. You ring the bell perched on the counter's edge to get serviced. Wait a few beats. Convinced no one will hear you over all the ruckus going on outside, you turn around to lean against the counter, thoroughly engrossed by your phone.

You don't notice when he sneaks in. Situational awareness has always been shit despite your profession. Hear him before you see him, his tone like static tearing into a quiet room. You flinch, spinning around to face the room's new occupant with squinted eyes.

"Good morning, Miss!" says this blond mountain of a man, throwing you off kilter. "How may I assist you?"

He's all teeth and sunshine, this guy. Towers a good foot over you. He wears sandy skin stretched over sharp features. Wiry, dark brows. Freckles stipple his nose. Dimples crater his cheeks. Wheat-colored hair bleeds into a deep crimson on his shoulders and frames his jaws. His face is smudged with what you assume is oil. But it does nothing to detract from how incredible he looks.

You can make out the virility of his body through the confines of his royal blue jumpsuit. Arms lean and bulging with veins pouring from his rolled-up sleeves. Homie clearly works out. He drums his thick fingers on the countertop. You gnaw on your lip, unconsciously imagining them wrapped around your throat...

Despite majoring in linguistics, you've suddenly forgotten how to speak. Mouth gaping like a fish. Eyes blinking rapidly. Your heart is pounding over time in your ears. You're scorching hot.

Breathe, girl.

Breathe.

When you've found your voice again, you clear your throat. Try to act all casual, like you didn't almost wet your panties. "I-I'm here for a nine-o-clock oil change."

"Ah!" he remarks as if you've unearthed the meaning of life. You resist snorting, watching this ball of electricity bounce around and fiddle with a clipboard. He passes it to you, grin never faltering, your nerves slowly draining away. "Please fill out all of the highlighted areas with your information!"

He's intense, sure. Like an ecstatic puppy waiting for its owner to toss a tennis ball. But he gives you good vibes. Smile is infectious. You can't help the ghost of one sliding past your lips as you grab a pen. Feel heat pervading your cheeks, and you glance down to jot down your info.

You slide the beach boy your documents and keys when you're done. He dangles them between you, chuckling at your choice of keychain. A gaudy, fuzzy, pink ball that's been through some things. You're suddenly self-conscious. A little more self-aware, with your hair sticking up at odd angles, your uniform coated with a film of dust, and the laces of your boots peeking out. Though, dude doesn't seem to notice or care.

He tells you to make yourself comfortable halfway out the door again. Motions to the coffee bar nestled beneath the T.V. Flashes you another thousand-watt smile. Says, "my name is Kyojuro, by the way," before going outside to bring your ride around back.

As you plop your weary bones into a chair in the lobby, you can't help wondering how someone that hot ended up working at a place like this.

But dammit, if you don't enjoy having something nice to look at while you wait.

Masterlist

[homosexual-radio-host]

Soapghost smut (Bottom ghost truther)

literally copy pasted this from my ao3 (Ghostly__apparition)

"You mean a scotch" Soap asked over the radio "I prefer bourbon" Ghost replied in his usual husky voice "Like a good ole boy" Soap replied his voice drawled slighty, he thought nothing of it until he heard Ghosts breath hitch, it was a small reaction but Soap definitely noticed "You alright Ghost?" "Fine" Was all Ghost replied with, Soap decided to use this to his advantage.

Ghost had lost the coin toss to be the example in showing the rookies how to do a takedown, he grunted as Soap slammed him onto the mat, Stradling his back "Remember not to fuck up that technique, get on it" Soap said to the surrounding soldiers, who nodded and went to practice. Soap leant down next to Ghosts ear "Doing great, Ghost" He felt him stiffen under him and hold his breath, he quickly got off "Alright I'm going to go monitor em" "Ri-right yea" Ghost replied standing up and brushing off his pants. Soap caught the stutter and smirked to himself

He continued this behavior, gradually doing it more and more about smaller things ("Yo Ghost pass me that, ah you're lovely thank you") until Ghost was actively seeking it out, doing little favors, or trying to do his better shots and moved while generally near Soap.

Soap really had this man wrapped around his finger from a few kind words.

"Hey Ghost, What're you up to?" Ghost looked up "Reading" he replied, lifting his book up just enough to show Soap "Ah, smart guy" Ghost grunted absentmindedly in response.

Soap walked up in front of where the masked man sat on the couch, Ghost didn't think anything of it and kept reading. Soap grabbed the book from his hand, dog earing the page for him, before Ghost could question him, he used the book to lift up his chin, making him look at him "You have beautiful eyes Si, I ever tell you that?" Ghost went silent, staring up at Soap furiously blushing, Soap noticed his breathing get heavy "You alright?" Ghost nodded not saying a word.

"Soap" He finally mustered "Hm?" He responded still holding his face up "What are you doing?" "Whatever do you mean?" he asked, mischief in his voice, he was done playing games, he wanted to see how far he could push Simon. "You're being... weird" "Weird how? I can't appreciate beauty?" "Stop that" Soap cocked his head to the side "Stop what, Simon?" Ghost took a breath "Beautiful- The hell are you playing at?" He meant it to sound confrontational, it came out as shy and stutter.

Soap sighed "Simon come on you're smart, you really think I don't notice?" he leant closer to him as he kept dead silent, gripping the side of the couch "Whenever I tell you how good you are? You really think I don't see how you react?" Ghost shuddered and looked to the side, Soap gently guided his face back to facing him "And I love seeing you like that Simon" he told him lowering the book, he reached up to his mask and slowly pulled it over his lips, giving him time to stop him. He only stared at him "I-I don't" he murmured out trying his best to respond "May I?" he asked stroking Ghosts lip gently

Ghost's breathing picked up and he nodded. Soap leaned forward, taking Ghosts face in his hand and kissing his gently, Ghost kissed him back desperately. Soap separated from him, Ghost was looking up at him with fuck me eyes that where driving him crazy "God Simon, you're so perfect" he said before leaning into his neck to plant kisses all over, he felt Ghosts hands grip his shoulders "Johnny-" He gasped. Soap halted his kisses, standing up fully, he grabbed Ghost and manhandled him until Soap was the one sat on the couch and Ghost was sat on his lap Stradling him, His blush darkening, his bulge was now obvious, Soap chuckled "Well that was easy" He teased, and grabbed his both his thighs with his hands stroking up and down, getting close to his bulge but not close enough.

Ghost was breathing heavily on top of him, he bucked his hips against his own will "If you want something just ask~" Soap told him in a singsong voice "Fuck- Touch me" Ghost gasped, Soap moved his hand and roughly palmed Ghost through his jeans, Ghosts head hit his shoulder, holding back his sounds. "More, Johnny" Ghost groaned bucking his hips into Soaps touch. Soap looked around "Lets go somewhere more private yea?" Ghost nodded into his shoulder, Soap guided Ghost back to his room, Having to let Ghost lean against him to steady his Shakey legs.

Ghost now lay on Soaps bed, shaking beneath Soap. He fidgeted with his zipper and button to remove them, struggling with his shaking hands. Soap watched with amusement, Soap gently brushed Ghosts hands away and helped him, tugging them down and throwing them to the side, He tugged at his boxers, and stroking the surrounding skin, teasing him before tugging them and throwing them next to the jeans, He looked Ghost in the eye as he rubbed the surrounding skin, leaning down and kissing his thighs, not touching his dick. "Johnny" Ghost growled bucking his hips "Touch me" Soap stopped and looked at him again "Come on Simon" he drawled "You can ask nicer than than can't you?"

Ghost shuddered, his legs shaking "Fuck, Johnny p- Johnny please" he begged thrusting his hips into the air, "Yea just like that baby, you sound so pretty"

Ghost let out an embarrassing whimper and tried to hide his face in the pillow, Soap took Ghosts dick in his hand, jerking him painfully slowly, Ghost bucked into the touch covering his mouth "Ey, don't do that Si, I wanna hear you yea?" Ghost hesitantly uncovered his mouth, leaning his head back, As Soaps movement quickened Ghosts moans and whimpers grew louder "Fuck Johnny, Close" he groaned and Soap instantly stopped, causing Ghost to whine.

Soap leaned down and licked his entrance slowly "Ah- fuck" ghost whined as Soap pushed his tongue in, tongue fucking Ghost "Johnny please" he moaned trying to adjust himself to take him in deeper "Johnny-" he began cut off by his own moan as Soap hit his prostate with his tongue and continued abusing it "Jo-Johnny please, please i'll- I need you" he moaned unable to control his own desperation practically crushing Soap between his shaking legs.

Soap pushed his thighs down and raised up to kiss Ghost "What do you want?" he asked in between kisses, thoroughly tasting his mouth, Ghost groaned "Fuck me" he groaned in response, Soap raised his eyebrow "Go on" he replied, Ghost sighed "Fuck- Fuck me please" he whined "There you go, can you take the mask off for me Si? I want to see you" Ghost shuddered and hesitated before nodding and pulling it off, "Fuck you're beautiful" Soap told him, and he was, he looked fucking beautiful like this.

He grabbed lube from his drawer and lubed up, working him open with his fingers loving all the noises he made before teasing Ghost with the tip before pushing in, both groaning, he gave him time to adjust. "Mm, John- move please" Soap chuckled and thrusted his hips slowly, ghost moaning at the movement, his hands moving to hold his back "Fuck - Soap" he moaned "Not my name" he replied snapping his hips forward beginning a a steady rhythm "Mmm, Johnny" he moaned "There you go, good boy, taking me so well" he praised thrusting deeper and deeper, ghosts fingers tightened on his back and his eyes rolled, he whined loudly "Fuckin- Say that again please, please - fuck" he moaned.

"Such a good fuckin boy for me Simon" he groaned, his thrusts becoming harsher, Ghost moaned out high pitched as Soap hit his prostate, He angled himself to hit it over and over again absolutely abusing it as Ghost moaned incoherently "Don't stop don- Johnny" he moaned unable to finish any sentences "Close- close fuck please" he was practically screaming now, He was a loud one and Soap loved it, it send vibrations straight to his dick "Me too baby" he groaned.

Ghost shot out his load moaning Soaps name so loudly he was glad no one else was in the building, splattering their chests with his cum. Soap continued fucking him through his climax, Ghost whined at the overstimulation, "Johnny- Johnny please please" he begged mindlessly, his mind feeling hazy, unable to think, Soap pulled out cumming all over Ghosts chest.

They gasped, both catching their breaths "That was... amazing thank you Simon" Soap finally said breaking the silence, Ghost looked up, a smile on his face, he kissed him again, it was gentle this time "Thank you, Johnny"

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They cuddled after this btw

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

I like to imagine dragon Yang as a 14ft tall yellow and purple dragonborn

I like that idea! But the clash of too much purple and yellow might be a bit much. I can see her being a golden dragonborn with a few purple scales scattered around, like amethysts glinting in a pile of gold coins.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Dragonborn!Yang: (clacking thugs' heads together in a bar fight, her scales are glinting in the candle and firelight) 'Cause I'm SHINY!!!

HalfElf!Ruby: (suddenly pinned down by three thugs on a table) YANG, NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE SINGING ABOUT YOUR SCALES!!!

Dragonborn!Yang: (grabs all three thugs and tosses them over her shoulder like they're nothing before helping Ruby up) Sorry, sis! Couldn't help it!

HighElf!Weiss: (sipping wine while reading a spell book at the bar, trying to ignore the fight her companions are causing)

Tabaxi!Blake: (sharpening her blades and claws while sitting next to Weiss) How long do you think we have before we get kicked out of the tavern?

HighElf!Weiss: I already paid off the owner. I'm not getting blacklisted from every tavern and inn in Remnant.

[bloodykora]

Arcane (Silco) AU

Pretty Woman x Arcane 

I am literally in love with the movie Pretty Woman (1990) with Richard Gere and Julia Roberts. And I was like, that but Silco so I wrote some of it.

Silco as Edward, reader as Vivian, Sevika as Barney, Finn as Stuckey.

Summary of Pretty Woman for those who don't know: A dude named Edward hires a sex worker named Vivian for the night, the next morning he decides to hire her for the whole week while he's in town. And then it becomes a rom com type of stuff.

I have no clue if I will continue this or if people will even read this but yeah. There's no NSFW in this specific oneshot but if I do continue to write this there most likely will be. I also wrote this as a female reader cause I'm afab so. Enjoy!

Part 2

The scene below is Silco deciding to hire the sex worker (you) for the week.

“I have a business proposition for you.” His voice jolts you, arms flinching away from the leg you at the moment had been putting lotion on. You had only spent one night with him but you could already tell he was quite good at entering a room unheard.

“What would you like?” You reply quickly, a small polite smile held on your face. Feeling half in fear he was going to tell you to hurry up and get out. The other in a spike of adrenaline.

“I’m going to need someone as my,” He pauses, looking annoyed at his next forced choice of words come out “date until Saturday, I’d like you to spend the week with me.”

“..Really?” The small smile growing into a grin, as the man in front of you crosses the room closer to you.

“Yes. I’d like to hire you as an employee.” You listen intently, waiting for a catch of some sort yet there seems to be none. “I will pay you to be at my beck and call.” 

You pause and think it over, this was almost like striking gold in your.. career. A highly sought after man of the Undercity asking you to stay with him for the week. Paid too.

“Look, I’d love to be your beck and call girl but um, you are quite the wealthy, handsome man. You could get a million girls free.” Questioning on why he would choose you, when any other sex worker could.

“I want a professional. I don’t need any loose ends this week.” Quick and to the point reply which had been expected.

“If you’re talking 24 hours a day, it’s gonna cost you.” Your shield of fake confidence appears as you cross your arms in front of your chest. Preparing for what could be the deal breaker of the situation. Money.

“Ahh, yes, of course. How about a ballpark figure of how much?” 

You run the numbers over in your head, not very well practiced in this part of the job.

“6 full nights and days too, hmm, 4000.”

“6 nights at 300, that’s 1800.”

“You want days too. Not to mention, you are Silco of the Undercity. I could be risking future clientele and myself.”

“2000.”

“3000.” You doubt the number in your mind, the farthest he would push it had to be less than 2500.

“Done.” Answering so quick it almost felt like a shotgun blast.

“Holy shit!” A laugh arises out of you, arms dropping immediately from your chest to cover your mouth in shock.

“I am assuming that’s a yes.”

“Yes, of course!” It comes out rushed and excitable, you shake your head quickly. Clearing your throat before fixing your response. “Ahem, yes sir.”

“We will be going out in the evenings so you’ll need something to wear.” He leaves the bathroom and you follow. Watching him grab his coat to seemingly head out, leaving you alone.

“Like what?”

“Nothing too flashy, not too seductive either. Conservative, understand?” He hands you a small plum coloured pouch, inside gold coins for you to spend. You swallow the lump in your throat, never had you once held this amount in one day, maybe even in your whole lifetime. 

“In other words.. boring?”

“Elegant. Any questions?”

“Can I call you Si?”

“Absolutely not.” You smile in response, knowing full well you’d never call him that anyway. 

“Uh Silco, sir?” He turns back to you, his face basically blank. Eye contact had always made you nervous but this was on a whole new level. Like he could see through and past you, he knew everything you were made of.

“I say this with the utmost respect, you are willing to be seen with me? I am not necessarily young but it is very obvious there are some..years between us.” You tread lightly, for a man of his age it could be a touchy subject. And you were not trying to get fired on your first official day.

“I would not be so worried about that, I doubt others would comment on it. However, I didn’t think it would bother you.” You could hear the smirk in his voice yet you still felt compelled to answer.

“Oh absolutely not sir. I was just,” You pause searching for the right word yet it doesn’t come to you. Just shaking your head as the end of the sentence. He nods as he nears the door to leave. 

“I would’ve stayed for 2000.” He pauses as his hand brushes the door knob, looking back to you.

“I would’ve paid for 4.” Your smile comes back on your face at his counter.

“Baby, I’m gonna treat you so nice. You’re never gonna wanna let me go.”

“3000, 6 days. And I will let you go.” And with that he exits, leaving you

[frznkingdom]

It was quiet in Dusk's office, save for only the sound of the ticking clock on the wall. The huntsman leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling while twirling a coin between his fingers.

It was a little too quiet for his liking. He felt that itch to get out and do something, anything. Alas, there were no clients in need of his work.

He sighed, his ears drooping just slightly as he stared at nothing, watching the ceiling fan slowly rotate. What he wouldn't give for some excitement right about now...

As if his wish had been heard, a ringing came from his scroll, and he immediately recognized the name. With a smile, he quickly picked it up and answered.

"Yes, Glitter? How goes your scavenging trip? Find anything good?"

The faunus paused when he heard her frantic answer, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"What? Slow down, sis. You're not making any sense here. What do you mean by portals?"

...

"People? They say they're from... Atlas?"

That was practically on the other side of the world. How in the world could they have managed...?

He paused for a moment, before a smile spread across his face. Reaching out, he grabbed his pistol with his metal hand, soon placing it into its holster.

"I see. How interesting."

Seems that another nation would require his help now.

[moonlightpirate]

Something's Coming

Sorry it took so long! But for the few who wanted it here is my Balkan fic.

You have just moved to the west side with your brother who wants to become a Jet. Tonight is the night of the dance where unfortunately no one has asked you. What will happen when you run into the same boy for the third time today at the dance?

Author note: I know its reader insert but I did give you a nickname. Occasionally have you go by dolly or dollface.

Ao3

Masterlist

Barely a month had gone by since you and your brother had moved into one of the new two bedroom apartments on the west side. For being a part of the new apartment buildings you were almost disappointed how small it felt in there, even smaller when your brother had his girlfriend Graziella over. Jack, your brother, was trying to prove himself and join the Jets with the help of Graziella of course. He was close though the current leader, Ice, was starting to trust him along with the other Jets. Or at least that is what you heard him telling Graziella. You weren’t sure what to think. Honestly, you just wanted to focus on your job at Gimbels to help pay rent and to hopefully get into college in the future. Of course Jack was nowhere to be seen this particular morning so you made yourself breakfast and got dressed before making your way downstairs. You had decided to head to Doc’s drugstore and maybe a local bakery before heading over to Gimbels. Tonight was the night of the dance at the school and you still hadn’t found a dress yet so you figured what better place to look than there? As you approached Doc’s you saw a tall man with dark brown hair leaning against the wall flipping a coin. Carefully you avoid eye contact not sure what to make of this man and make your way into Doc’s. 

“Good morning Valentina!” You cheerfully shout as you enter. 

“Ah! Y/N! Good Morning! Buenas Dias! Come in!” Valentia hugs you, “Are you ready for the dance tonight? I know some handsome boy has asked you by now.”. 

As Valentina asked that the boy from outside had come in and was browsing around. 

You chuckled nervously, “Oh Valentina no boys here know who I am or would bother asking me to the dance. I honestly wouldn’t be going if my brother didn’t want me to go.”.

In an effort to get away from the boy that was in here you quickly grabbed the few things you needed and met Valentina at the register.

“Ay, tis a shame. I’m sure some boy will ask you at the dance my dear. Do you need anything else?” Valentina inquired, she noticed you were a bit nervous about Balkan being in her shop and wondered what he had done. 

“I am fine. Thank you. I will see you later.” You smiled and quickly darted out of the shop.

“What did you do to that poor girl?” Valentina demanded.

“I didn’t do nothing.” Balkan defended.

“Oh querido, what do you want with her?”.

“I dunno. She was just a pretty girl…..wanted to get another look at her. Ain’t nothing serious I swear.”. 

“What about Tat?”.

“What about her? She left me. Can’t a guy move on?” Balkan started to sulk. 

“Si, just be careful.”. 

Balkan huffed and walked out the door and took a quick glance up and down the street hoping the girl was still in sight. Once he saw that she wasn’t he resigned himself to finding the Jets and seeing what the plan for the day was.

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Just as you rounded the corner after leaving Valentina’s you nearly ran smack into Tat and Mamie. 

“Perfect, you might be able to help us. Where is Graziella?” Mamie asked. 

“Hello girls. Well to be honest I’m not sure. Haven’t seen her in a few.” You respond.

“Okay where is your stupid brother then? She’s probably with him.” Tat retorted.

“Do you see him here with me? No? Well then sorry I know about as much as you girls do about his and Graziella’s whereabouts.”.

“Why I oughta….” Tat threatened. 

“You oughta what? I’m not joined at the hip with him. Where you girls heading? If I see Grazi I’ll let her know you two are looking for her and where to go.” You interjected.

Mamie rolled her eyes, “We are going dress shopping. That’s all she needs to know.”.

Both girls roughly bump into you as they pass by you. You groan and roll your eyes. Once both girls were out of sight you quickly darted down the nearest alleyway. Of course you had one idea where Graziella and Jack were but it was a long shot. You hated doing this since you knew it wasn’t necessarily safe to be in this part of the west side but you ducked under the fence and into the last of the construction sites where most of the equipment was abandoned. Without fail you heard some laughing coming from the one piece of equipment. Knowing that it was Jack and Grazi you grabbed a rock from some nearby rubble and threw it at the side.

“Oi! You two. Grazi is being looked for by Mamie and Tat. They’re going dress shopping. I’d rather not get beaten up because you’re spending so much time with her so hurry it up.” You shout.

Now that you’ve delivered the message you turn to make your way back out of the construction zone. 

“Beaten up? What you mean by that? Were they going to beat you up?” Jack inquired, grabbing your wrist to stop you from walking away. 

“How did you get out here so fast?”.

“They wouldn't hurt a fly doll face. Stop being so intimidated by them.” Graziella chuckled. 

“Don't worry bro they weren't actually going to beat me up. Was trying to get ya’ll out here faster.” You chuckle, before turning and walking away. 

Jack looked down at Graziella, “You know….she doesn’t really have girl friends around here. Why don’t you take here to get a dress?”.

“Jack…..”.

“Grazi baby please do it for me.”

Graziella rolled her eyes and let out a loud sigh, “Fine I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.”.

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You hadn’t gotten very far when you heard a female shouting after you, “Hey Dolly girl wait up!”.

“Graziella?” You turn and shout back confused.

“Hey girl come with us we will help you find a great dress.” Grazi grinned, linking her arm into yours and pulling you towards where Mami and Tat were waiting for her outside a dress shop.

“Listen that is awful nice of you but……”

“No buts lets go!”

You spent the afternoon dress shopping with the girls.Tat seemed mildly annoyed at first but slowly warmed up to you. You found a dress in your favorite color and style and you were delighted. Much to your surprise the girls invited you over to help you get ready with them. Once ready Jack, Diesel, and some man for Tat came to pick you guys up and escort you to the dance. As you walked in and heard the music begin playing you felt a lump in your throat, you were probably the only one here without a date. Your brother and his friends excitedly ran off to the dance floor and began to join the others. You hung off on the sidelines watching the spectacle of everyone dancing. Since you were a stranger, any single man there focused his attention on the other single women that they already knew. After about an hour you began to wish you hadn’t come to this stupid dance. You quickly turned and went into the bathroom trying to avoid tears as a rush of emotions hit you. After a few moments in the bathroom you finally were able to compose yourself. You took a deep breath and made your way back out into the hallway where you heard a clink of something metal hitting the ground. Looking down you saw what looked like a coin, but somehow shinier and bigger. You bent down and picked it up but just as your fingers wrapped around it you saw another pair of hands reach out for it. You glanced up and found yourself looking into a pair of warm brown eyes that were looking very concerned. You recognized him as the boy from Doc’s shop earlier today. 

“That’s my lucky coin.” The boy stated.

“Lucky you say?” You grin, standing back up, not breaking eye contact.

“Indeed it is so if you could give me it back I would much appreciate it.” He responded clearly nervous.

“Which side is the lucky side? Heads or tails?”. 

“What?”.

“You heard me. Which side is the lucky side?”.

He pondered your question for a moment before grinning, “Tails generally. Why you ask?”.

You flipped the coin, still not breaking your eye contact with him quickly you caught it and placed it on the back of your hand deciding since this was the third time you had seen him today you would see if luck was part of it, “Well if it’s tails you tell me your name and I give you your coin back. Heads you get it back and we part ways no fuss.”

He seemed almost in suspense as you removed your hand like he was holding his breath. Truth be told you were holding your breath this was the most insane thing you had ever done. You both finally broke the intense eye contact to look down at your hand, it was tails side up. When you looked back up at him you saw the biggest grin on his face and saw his hand extended towards you. 

“Names Balkan now how about giving me my coin back.”

“Righto here you are.” You flipped the coin towards him and started to walk away.

“It’s tails again. So was wondering if maybe you could give me your name miss.” Balkan hollered after her.

“Its Y/N but you can call me Dolly…..most people do.” You giggle. 

“Dolly….will do! How about a dance then?” Balkan inquired. 

“Now just how lucky are you feeling?” You tease.

“Let’s find out shall we?”, Balkan flipped the coin in the air again,”well it’s tails. How about it?”.

“Well I guess one dance wouldn’t hurt.”.                                                                                        

“Excellent!”.

Balkan held out his arm for you and led you out onto the dance floor. There were a few whispers and gasps you heard Grazi ask your brother is that really Dolly with Balkan? But you didn’t care in that moment for all that mattered was how entranced you were by Balkan’s brown eyes and how he moved you across the dance floor. At the end of the night he walked you home and gently gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” Balkan inquired.

“Tomorrow? Maybe.” You reply.

“Please, I must see you. I don’t want to go a day without seeing your face.”.

“When?”.

“Around 5pm? I can take you to dinner?”

“5pm works. Meet me at docs since I’ll be around there.” You instruct him.

“Perfect. I can’t wait.”.

You give him a hug and try to kiss his cheek but before your lips make contact he moves his face so that you kiss his lips instead. Shocked, you pushed him away. 

“Good night y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow” Balkan smiled and winked at you before turning and disappearing into the night. 

“Goodnight….see you tomorrow.” You respond still in shock at the kiss, your cheeks slowly turning red. 

[rhafael19]

“LIFE DESTINATION FROM KIDS TO TEENAGER”

Hi! My name is Rhafael T. Añasco 19 years old livin’ in bout punta engaño lapu lapu city I wanna share my story and experiences in life here in tumblr.What is my ethic/behavior?What make me happy?What is my goal?What is my biggest fear?What is the purpose of my life?What armor I wear by facing battle?Who motivate me?

When I was a kids I experience a lot of funny games such as patintero,tumbang preso,dodge ball,tagu-taguan,langit-lupa,bahay-bahayan,tsato,luksong baka, and agawan base together with my childhood friends We play outside the house or a playground area.Sometimes I hide from my mother to go outside our house to play and walking around with close friend and we’re going to beach/sea to swim and catching fish,sea shell and seaweed,

In the evening I’ll go to computer shop to play online or offline games I’m addicted of computer by playing dota 2,crossfire and rules of survival,almost 5-10 hours time minimum before leaving on the computer coffee shop then after playing computer I’ll go to house hiding my mom and my father bags so i got coins or money to go back in computer shop haha!sorry for this guyss i know it’s wrong doings but I never do it again.Through my challenges and fun moment during my childhood I learn a lot and I realized to myself that this is wrong doings.Now since I am matured I develop myself of who I am I know now what’s wrongs and what’s right and I can handle pressure and responsibility physically,emotionally,spiritually

Since I am leveling of stages of adulthood I need to be more independent person,I need to find way with my own to have an stable financial,stable life and stable place,By the teach,guidance,love,advice and protection of my parents for my future life I am proud and grateful to my beloved parents for everything they have done on me I had learnings and realization that needed to apply to myself through of it I become a stronger person,I am responsible person,I am hardworking,I am dreamers,I prayed to our father god in heaven to please keep me,protect me,guide me and also my family,friends,teachers and neighbor put them in a safety place and help me god to achieve/fulfill my dreams and goals in life to make my parents proud and show their smile on me,No one can be successful without god So I put god center of everything to keep fighting in every battles in life,

The behavior that I have are I am kind,lovable,respectful,funny and responsible this moral ethics could grab me up to be a successful and to build truly person that genuinely love me.My biggest fear is letting my parents or leaving them,no matter what happen in life I continued reaching my dreams/goals in life.My purpose here on earth is to help my family and others lives to be feel the happiness and peaceful life.In addition I have 13 siblings before,but now 12 siblings remaining because my brother passed away last November 12,2022 During this time I am in the school and then I feel my bags vibrating/ringing so I get my phone and my sisters call me she said “Rhafael Uli diri sa balay,I said ngano man te?imo brother Wala na patay na!???…I said what’s is it true?are you sure?cramming and cryinggg.I go to my teacher to ask about this situation that I need to leave now teacher because my brothers die now my sisters call me I need to go home na,teacher:shocking ok langga amping ka ha,Gracelyn also text/chat me that my brothers die so I walk fast to go home while I’m crying My family said your brothers/wala na si rodel patay na I cry a lot of tears inside my room and I don’t know what I feel,I see the wall in 10-20 minutes tulala,How many hours my brothers sleeping in his coffin forever I cry I cry I cry and I feel sad that moment.

Lastly Since birth I am single and if you have plan to be with me let’s go together aw hahah,I love you to those people who truly loves me back much appreciated especially my parents who sacrifice,and effort of mine Labyou Ma and Pa,Belated Valentines Day ❤️💐

[countrymusiclover]

28 - Keys to the Kingdom

Part 29

Her Life Means Everything

@mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus

Pacing in front of the fireplace I held up the phone to my ear ranting to my sister Caroline. "Everything is fine, Care. I mean even though Elijah is being held captive by Marcel. And I think we saw a vision of our future twins...nevermind I guess everything isn't fine." Running my fingers through my hair I throw my head back feeling my fangs trying to come out since I haven't had blood yet today.

"Well it sounds bought as typical it does here. There's apparently this family of witches called the Gemini. They don't have their own magic so they have to siphon it from something else supernatural. And Alaric is dating one of them and she has a crazy pyscho twin brother." She responded through the phone clearly in a huff over everything that was happening. I knew we both just wished our lives could be normal for once.

Slumping down onto the couch I twirl pieces of my hair. "On a more normal note how's mom - oh!" I cut myself feeling two little kicks against my stomach.

"Mads, you okay?" My twin asked, concerned.

Even though she couldn't see me smiling I giggled as one baby kicked. "Yeah sis it's just they're kicking...baby 1.." Another kick followed shortly after where I rested my freehand there. "There's baby 2...Care I can't wait until they're born."

"Me too, Maddie. Oh my gosh we haven't even had a chance to throw you a baby shower yet!" She scoffed through the phone so disappointed in herself.

"It's alright, I don't need a baby shower... I have all that I need already " I replied turning her on video call so she could see I was serious.

"Every pregnant woman dreams of having one and I am going to make sure you have the best baby shower ever " Caroline exclaimed.

"Alright, fine you can plan it but please nothing too big " I said.

"Don't worry little sis, it won't be that granded " she replied with a tiny devilish smile which I noticed.

"Care, I mean it " I stated, staring at my sister knowing she was up to no good.

"Don't worry, It will be just a small gathering with just family and friends " she promised before I hung up the phone looking out the front door. Opening it I instantly grabbed my head feeling pain. Looking up I winced seeing a girl with brown hair holding her hand up meaning she was a witch.

She flickered her wrist snapping my neck before I could say anything. "Marcel told me about you and that baby." My head fell onto the curb until I woke up a few hours later laying in a circle full of vampires. Scanning the room I recognized Rebekah standing behind Marcel until she noticed me.

"I thought I said no harming her and the babies!" She scoffed bending down on a knee seeing that I'm not hurt right before someone vamped behind me.

She vamped back seeing it was Klaus. He helped me to my feet seeing the veins appearing underneath my eyes. "How about we get you some blood.." He looked around the room getting in a fighting stance beside me watching the vampires circle around us closer. "Vampires of New Orleans! Do recall that I am an Original. A hybrid. I cannot be killed. Eternity is an awfully long time. How long, do you think, Marcel will stay in power? What if one of you lot were to release me, knowing I will be eternally in your debt? Oh, I would pity those of you who dared to cross me. I can assure you, your ends would be spectacular. To borrow a trick from an old friend." He streches out a hand with a coin in it. "Whoever picks up... this coin... gets to live. Now which of you magnificent bastards wants to join me?"

Marcel looks around at his men who didn't make a move for the coin. "Anyone wants that coin, pledge allegiance to Klaus. Take it now. Go ahead. The choice is yours....Take him."

Two vampires moved forward where I grabbed one by the arm snapping their neck. Klaus breaks the other's leg then his neck raising his hands away from his sides smirking. "Even with my humanity on you won't hurt my twins." I said revealing my fangs with my hands into fists at my sides.

Some vampires behind is threw out chains wrapping them around his wrists but he throws them around for a few seconds. Three vampires raced directly for me but I twisted the arm of one throwing him against the wall. The second one I bite into his neck dropping him on the ground then the last one I choked them out until I could get a good hold and snap her neck. I felt a burning in my throat whipping my head around I gasped seeing that the vampires had overpowered him. They shoved Vervain and wolfbane in his mouth. He bends his head down then lifted it up revealing his hybrid eyes. "Running is the best option if I were you two." I suggested looking to Rebekah and Marcel.

Nik broke the chains wrapping them around a vampires throat killing two of them. Vamping forward towards the group I tilted my head motioning for the two boys to come at me. They do but I grabbed them by their shoulders slamming them back into each other where they landed flat on their backs. I winced sharply feeling a knife into my back by a blonde vampire. "Grah - Nik!" He whipped his head around ripping the heart out of the chest of the vampire that stabbed me. He draws the dagger out of my back slowly handing it to me.

A red head vampire tries to snap my neck but I shoved the blade into it. She dropped against my shirt staining it with blood. I shoved her off hearing Nik holler out covered in blood too ripping throats of some vampires. "Marcel! Come and finish this!"

She dropped the dagger in her hands vamping forward before he got himself killed. "No! Take the coin!"

"What?" He asked not understanding what she meant.

Rebekah gasped watching me sink my fangs into another girl who attempted to take the knife from me. "He won't stop until everyone is dead. And he will kill you too. End this. Pick up the coin!"

Nik and I nodded to each other vamping forward grabbing each of the vampires biting into their necks. Removing my fangs I sighed hearing Marcel holler out. "Enough!" Nik released the girl he had in a choke hold with blood still running down his chin like me.

"Well, well, well. The great Marcel, self-proclaimed king of New Orleans, bowing before me." Nik slowly walks forward intertwining his hand with mine while I wipe blood from my chin with my other hand feeling really tired now.

Marcel throws away the coin in our direction now on his knees in front of us. "There. I hereby pledge my allegiance to you. You have the keys to my kingdom. It's yours."

Nik glanced down to me smiling then back down to the vampire. "From here on out Maddie is your queen...and if you ever attempt to come after her again. I will kill you without hesitation." He wrapped his arms around my waist vamping me bridal style back to the compound.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[alchemistdetective]

"Hmmm, ok, I'll bite for this reading thing, Lil Sis Reimu." that is, apparently, what Marisa is referring to the disguised Eri as now while tossing the coin in the offering box. Also, she pulled out a ☯️ and a 66!

⛩️ with a number between 1 to 99 for an ordinary omikuji ☯️ with a number between 1 to 99 for an omikuji made more for Gensokyo-styled

"Ah, I guess I'm the little sister now, ehee... But that's fine! Anyways, 66... Here you go, Miss!"

Adventure: ★★★★☆

Unexpected discoveries shall await you in unexplored lands. Start by asking the people, for they have tales to share.

Relationship: ★★★★★

Fortunate are the ones who do not stray away from their friends. Treasure them always as they walk alongside you.

Prosperity: ☆☆☆☆☆

The greater your desire, the smaller your prize. Temper your expectations.

Conflict: ★★☆☆☆

A grueling battle awaits you. Reassess your equipment and your provisions.

Heaven's Favor: ★★★★☆

Be swift as Fujin, the God of Wind, into grabbing opportunities, and favorable winds will guide you onward.

[sith-shenanigans]

1, 12, 14 & 15 for Ahene and Sirue from the character ask meme?

Ahene:

1. What is [character]'s favourite event, & what do they like about it?

Answered here.

12. If they had something named after them, what would they like it to be, and what would it really be?

Ahene: “I don’t want something named after me.” [pause] “…Maybe a museum.”

Yeah, her self-loathing is a little strong for this one. Objectively speaking, there are probably a few things out there that are named for her—or, at least, for her Sith title. She doesn’t like thinking about it, though. It’s unpleasant to know how the Empire sees her—what she’s being remembered for, long before she actually dies. It sits right at that terrible intersection of impressive and banal where the horror of what’s she’s actually doing lives.

14. What's their dream mount, & have they ever ridden it?

She uses the Lhosan Duster, most of the time, in-game. On my first playthrough, she bought it on Tatooine; it was her first mount, and she’d just saved up the credits. (She also didn’t use a saberstaff until Tatooine. We are not repeating that.) She wants the Command Corsair, but I don’t want to spend my cartel coins on that.

She is also weirdly attached to the Vectron Vertica, despite hating those dais things and feeling like, I quote, “very important skeet” in them. She likes a mount that it looks like she grabbed randomly in the middle of an industrial area, I guess.

Secretly, she thinks walkers are fun, but they’re not really… walking-around mounts.

15. If they had a career that wasn't one of the class options, what would it be (e.g. vet or nerf-herder)?

Baby pre-invasion Ahene wanted to be an SIS operative. Everyone knew Verios would join the Republic, and she was convinced that if she worked very, very hard in school, she could get into whatever training program they have. This wasn’t an idle “kids think spies are cool” thing—if Verios had joined the Republic instead of getting invaded, she would have done it. (And Ardun Kothe would have Very Definitely Not Had A Padawan.)

She’s always been a fairly weird kid.

Sirue:

1. What is [character]'s favourite event, & what do they like about it?

She’s not really particularly into any of them. Nar Shaddaa Nightlife is fun, except it gets quite boring quite fast. She’d probably like the pirate one, if I’d ever played it?

12. If they had something named after them, what would they like it to be, and what would it really be?

Sirue: “A starship, obviously. No, wait—a space station. Maybe Port Nowhere needs a new sign…” [little chuckle]

She’s not actually planning on renaming Port Nowhere after herself, she just thinks it’s funny to consider it. Honestly, it wouldn’t be about what got named after her, it would be about the fact that somebody did it at all. It means people are thinking about her and remembering her—that she’s not just going to burn up and be gone.

14. What's their dream mount, & have they ever ridden it?

Tragically, she also insists on the Lhosan Duster. For some kriffing reason.

Sometimes she flirts with getting one of the cartel skiff things, but they’re not actually her style. She just enjoys the idea of hijacking one.

15. If they had a career that wasn't one of the class options, what would it be (e.g. vet or nerf-herder)?

She doesn’t really want to be anything but what she is, career-wise.

In the AU where Verios never gets invaded, though, her dad gets elected to the executive seat and appoints her senator. She hates it. She’s simultaneously terrible at it and much better than she thinks.

[swtor character ask meme]