#here's another nice mess you've gotten me into

[adamedits]

Well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into.

[a-hazbin-reader]

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Angst, Alastor being a dick, Alastor playing with Y/N's emotions, Vox being the second male lead in my K-Drama, Vox X Reader

Description: Alastor courts the reader just to fuck with Vox

Alastor and Vox haven't gotten along for a long time, especially now that Alastor has taken a liking to messing with Vox

Vox messes with Alastor just a smidgen, and Alastor brings down the thunder just to put him back in his place

Alastor is always looking for a new opportunity to mess with Vox, he's been getting bored of simply publicly humiliating him

You've come to learn this from your time together at the hotel, seeing how much of a menace Alastor is with your own eyes

He thinks it's entertaining and sure it can be funny at times, especially when Alastor is clearly trying to get your attention/reaction out of you

Whether you two get along well, sorta get along, or don't like each other at all, Alastor seems to like your attention in particular

Not that you think he means anything more by it, you'd never think Alastor felt anything more for you than mild amusement

You've never really added fuel to the fire though, in fact you've been keeping a big secret from Alastor in an effort to spare Vox

Vox has been romantically interested in you for some time, sending you messages, buying you gifts, trying to get you to go on a date with him

It was flattering to be honest but also a little bit annoying because the most emotion you could muster up towards him was a mild fondness

These things that were becoming increasingly difficult to hide from Alastor but so far you've managed

Alastor was just about ready to resign himself to leaving Vox alone for a while when he suddenly sees you and Vox together, the tv demon holding out a box

"Y/N, honey, baby..! Just take the gift! I insist!"

You reluctantly take the box, an exasperated expression on your face as you try not to look at him. For some reason, the sight doesn't sit right with Alastor

"A new phone? I really can't accept this-"

"Nonsense! This way I can always know where you-Y-YOU can always get ahold of me if you need me! Trust me, babe! You want my protection down here!"

You and Vox continue to talk, Vox guiding you down the street while flirtatiously talking your ear off

Watching the two of you interact gives Alastor a terrible idea but also makes his guts churn in an uncomfortable way

But it gives him a new way to mess with Vox, and he already knows how to put his plan into motion

The next time you see Alastor suddenly he's worse than ever before, always following you around, always offering to help you, always just staring at you

There was the time he helped you carry some groceries into the hotel, taking the heaviest for himself and bringing everything in one impressive trip

Or the time you caught him gazing at you from across the room with a menacing, calculating smile like he was planning something

One time you two even went out to dinner, ate delicious food, laughed for hours, then he danced with you for the rest of the night

Another time, he spent his whole morning serenading you until you came out of your home, blushing and flustered but taking the flowers he had for you

Or when the two of you were suddenly attacked and he protected you, making a show of not even taking his eyes off of you and fussing over you afterwards as if you were precious

Your cheek tingled where his claws brushed against it for days afterward

You two have been out in public together so much now that people are starting to gossip, thinking you've captured Alastor's heart

You know that's not true but it doesn't help when Alastor is taking you out to nice places to eat or buying you nice things just because you glance at them

It's rather sweet, you can't help but enjoy his attention but he only acts that way with you out in public. In private, it's as if he's repulsed by his actions

Pushing away from you and creating distance, locking himself up in his radio tower and practically ignoring you. You're completely vexed

You don't know what prompted this sudden change until you're with Alastor at the tailor and you two run into Vox

The normal friendliness you've become accustomed to from Alastor suddenly turned up to 11, Alastor wrapping an arm around you as you two approached Vox

You couldn't help but notice the way Alastor's smile got bigger at the sight of Vox faltering in his steps as he takes in the sight of you two

"Vox~! Fancy seeing you here! Come to fix those drab clothes of yours?"

Vox's eyes dart between you and Alastor, then the arm around you and back to you again. Somehow you feel like a worm on a hook stuck between the two overlords

"Actually, I saw Y/N and thought I might come by and say hello."

You open your mouth to speak, but already Alastor is turning you away from him, waving back to Vox lazily

"Well, you've said your hello so now we must be off! See you around, old pal! Darling! Come along~"

In front of everyone he pulls your face towards his own, the angle making it look like you two are kissing.

Instead, he looks into your eyes, lips barely touching as he makes a pleased sound, Vox's screen glitching angrily and your knees going weak

He holds you close to his side all the way back to the hotel but the moment the door closed behind you two then suddenly his warmth is gone and he's wiping imaginary dirt off himself

"Alastor, what was all that abo-"

"Sorry my dear! I really must get to work! Let's do this again!"

You don't see the panicked expression on his face as he locks himself away, don't get a chance to feel how fast his heart his beating

He's played this game too long and now he's worried that he's falling for you but can never admit it. He can only play along then distance himself from you

And you're left annoyed and admittedly a little bit hurt

Those feelings only get worse the more you two run into Vox, which suspiciously seems to happen more often and always when you're with Alastor

It's always the same routine, Alastor flaunts you in front of Vox, acting affectionate and sweet with you, then giving you the cold shoulder once he's gone

All the warm happiness you used to feel at having Alastor's attention has faded away into hurt and annoyance now that you know he's using you to get to Vox

You start to pull away from Alastor, making an effort to go out places without him, reject his gifts, and avoid physical touch from him

People start to whisper that you two broke up as weeks go by, and nothing changes

Alastor is surprised by how much he misses being able to do those things with you, and even more surprised by the realization

He's constantly trying to get your attention again, trying to make you smile and laugh, maybe even lean on him like you had before

And if he walks into a room to see you smiling and chatting away with someone? It irks him to see your smile melt away at the sight of him and how closed off you become

It physically pains him to watch you leave a room whenever he enters, his smile going tight when you ignore him

"Y/N! I was hoping you and I could-"

"I'm busy."

He misses you and it shows now, everyone at the hotel can tell that he's fallen for you at this point but they all know better than to say anything

Except for maybe Charlie but she's struggling to even mention Alastor's name around you before you try to run away from her

It's Angel who actually breaks through to you, sitting down beside you casually before just blurting it out

"So what the hell happened between you and freaky face, doll? One minute, you two are red hot, and the next, you're colder than ice!"

You're so caught off good guard by Angel's bluntness that you don't hear Alastor coming or notice him pull himself back around the corner to listen

You sigh and lean on Angel, a sour look coming over your face that you hide in his chest fur

"I just...I thought he really felt something but he was only using me to bother Vox... It wasn't genuine and I thought it was."

Alastor feels his black heart clench at how sad you sound and he feels guilty for making you feel that way. He feels even worse because you were right, it did START that way

Alastor hears Angel coo at you and peeks out to see the spider tilting your face up and petting you

"Yeah, that was a dick move on his part, but that doesn't explain why he's so moody now without you."

You let out a scoff that may or may not be unlike you and sit up, crossing your arms unhappily

"He's just upset that I won't play his game anymore."

Alastor shakes his head from his hiding spot, wanting to tell you that you're wrong and he misses you, that he wants to apologize for how he's been

That he wants to start over and take you on real dates, hold you again, show you off to everyone because you're his

But for once his voice fails him, and his body won't move, too ashamed of himself and too stubborn to admit the truth

Angel doesn't say anything more and instead changes the subject, the two of you pushing the uncomfortable atmosphere aside

Alastor grips his staff tightly and continues to his radio tower, knowing that eventually he'll need to talk with you

He can hardly stand to know that you think that he never felt anything for you when that's so far from the truth

Alastor just needs to find a way to get you to talk to him again so he can explain

And hopefully you'll at the very least forgive him

What he isn't factoring into the equation is Vox though, Vox who still hasn't given up on you and has been paying very close attention to you and Alastor these last few weeks

Now that you seem to hate Alastor just as much as he does, surely you'll leave that hotel and come join VoxTek like he's been begging you to do now

And maybe you'll take him up on his date

Is this enough ANGST FOR Y'ALL?!?!?!

Part Two:

[taintandviolent]

Stalked - Kai Anderson x Reader

summary & wordcount: 2.6K! After breaking up with Kai, he decides you need a little reminder of what once was. idea requested by @kaislittlelamb originally!

w a r n i n g s: smut with very little plot, implied stalking, toxic relationships, throat fucking, blowjobs, Kai being Kai, violence, aggression.

a/n: this was originally a drabble, but got longer - very quickly written, sorry if it's horrible! definitely not my best. thanks for reading it, if you did!!! no taglist this time because it's a pain in the bootay.

full fic under cut!↓ / ao3 link here! /

You'd met with Zack a few times now, but this was the first time you two had actually gotten to talk and get to know each other. He was cute, in a very boy next door sort of way; physically fit, a tousled mess of brown curls, bright green eyes, and bright, white teeth that probably got whitened bi-weekly.

"So, anyways, I moved here about three months ago after my mom moved here, and with her needing help, I figured I might as well stay." 

"Nice." You grinned. 

"Yeah, so I'm definitely still learning the best spots to eat..." 

You casually glanced around the restaurant, scanning the patrons next to you; you were an observer and enjoyed people watching, in all situations. Abruptly, several tables across from you, wavy, blue hair caught your attention. Your expression contorted into one of shock as your eyes trailed down the bridge of the nose, taking in the man's face. No fucking way. 

As though he felt that he was being watched, Kai turned mid-sentence, and immediately made eye contact with you. His brows rose slowly in surprise, and ultimately, delight. You blinked and turned away quickly, engulfing yourself back in the conversation. Or hoping to. But there was no escaping this. 

"Excuse me," you heard him say, before scooting his chair back. The legs scraped against the floor with an awkward sound, and Kai made his way over to you, navigating around the tables. 

Like a child trying to avoid being found, you almost considered sinking down in your seat, chest heaving with shallow breaths. Some luck you had. Some fucking luck. You rolled your eyes, shifting your shoulders. Zack watched you, studying your very apparent discomfort. You felt both men's eyes on you, and laughed nervously into your soda.

"Y/N..." Kai said. 

You said nothing in return, only smiled sarcastically and stirred your soda with the straw. 

"New boyfriend?" He asked, his tone dripping with faux-interest. You knew him. You knew him like the back of your hand, and he wasn't interested. He was waiting to incriminate you.

"No, actually." Zack interjected, bravely. "We're just getting to know each other. It's going well." 

You nodded, giving him a genuine smile. "It is." 

Kai tightened his smile further; the fakeness started to show through the cracks. "Good, good. Well, I just wanted to say hello. I'll leave you two lovebirds to finish your appetizers." 

"You know him?" 

"Unfortunately. Too well." 

"Ex-boyfriend?" Zack asked, popping another spinach-dip loaded chip into his mouth.

Sheepishly, you nodded.

"He looks familiar." 

"Yeah, you've probably seen him on TV. He's a councilman."

Zack snapped his fingers, pointing at you. "That's it! Anderson, right?" 

Again, you nodded. "Yep... that's the one." 

The waiter appeared, meals in hand. As you two ate, the conversation naturally melted away from Kai, which you were grateful for. Especially since it seemed like it was headed in the direction of Zack wanting to vote for him and agreeing with his campaign policies. Unfortunately, Zack fit the bill of one of the men that Kai would easily brainwash, and recruit to his noble cause.

Halfway through dessert, your phone buzzed. You knew who it was from without even looking. The message read: We should get together.

You quickly thumbed out a response. Why? 

Just to talk. 

Against better judgement, you agreed. The rest of the date was spent laughing about poorly written films in the last decade, but in the back of your mind, laughing was the last thing you wanted to be doing. The next hour was a blur. Zack had gone in for a kiss when he was leaving, which you returned, but only briefly. You were distracted. Painfully so. You went from the restaurant to Kai's, but you hardly remembered driving there. Your mind was on autopilot; a rotten, sour feeling bubbling in your stomach. Everything in you said that this was a bad idea, and yet, you gripped the steering wheel hard, looking at his front door.

You got out, locked your car and made your way up the pathway. You only knocked once before the door flew open. He stood tall. Proud. Unwavering. That overly confident, but calm smile plastered on his stupidly-handsome face. His hair hung at his cheeks, greasy as ever. He was pleased you'd shown up - you thought you saw a flicker of doubt that maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't have. But you were a woman of your word, and you weren't going to show him that he was something to fear.

"So, when are you going to break it off with what's-his-name?" Kai asked as he took the basement stairs quickly, trotting down them. You followed, wordlessly, revelling in the familiar sensations. Once you'd stopped at the final step, you glanced forward, eyes locking on the brown leather couch. Out of all the memories that you'd had in that basement, the ones that rushed back were the ones where Kai was fucking you on that couch. Ruthless, merciless fucking until your back hurt and your insides felt like they'd been obliterated twice over. You blinked the images away, swallowing hard. Your head turned before your eyes met his. 

"Zack is actually very nice, and he'd probably treat me very well if I decided to pursue a relationship with him. But since when do you care who I'm with?" 

"It's my business." 

"No, it fucking isn't. It hasn't been for weeks. Last time I checked... I was uhhh, what was it? A stupid bitch?" That had become a favorite alias of his. You plopped down on the sofa, cushions giving way to your weight.

Kai bristled. "You know, you really should be careful what you post on social media." 

"Excuse me?" 

"You never know who could be watching." 

The realisation hits you like a freight train. Him being at the restaurant wasn't a coincidence, it wasn't bad luck. Kai knew exactly where you were going to be and he made it a point to be there. You’d replied to a friend in the comments of a post, telling her that you were going to be at that particular restaurant in the afternoon. He’d seen that.

"You've been.... fucking stalking me!?" 

Kai filled his chest with air, somehow standing taller than he already did. "You sure like to show off your cute little life, don't you? Pathetic little coffee outings and Tapas date nights. But what I want to know..." Kai trailed off, circling you like the pathetic little lamb you were. "...is who you go home and think about. Is it Zack? Or maybe Edward?"  

You felt the muscles underneath your eye twitch. 

"Or is it.... me?" 

Kai finally moved in front of you, his broad chest obscuring your view from everything else. His legs touched your knees. 

"Answer me." 

"I don't have to tell you anything, Kai. You aren't my boyfriend anymore."

"I said answer me!" Kai pressed his thumb and forefinger into your cheeks, making your lips pucker out like a stupid, confused fish. He yanked your head forward, bringing it up towards his. The action strained the muscles in your neck, but you didn't dare say that. This dynamic was very familiar to you. You'd been here before. 

"Seems like you need a little reminder."

A chill ran down your spine.

"Open your mouth." Kai's thumb traced your pouty lips softly, sweeping back and forth. He waited a few seconds, his face tight with impatience and when you didn't concede to his request, Kai forced your mouth open, pressing his fingers into your cheek flesh until you winced and dropped your jaw. 

"Good girl. Now, you're going to keep your mouth open until I say to close it. You understand?" 

You nodded, your tongue resting delicately on your bottom teeth. 

"I have a very important job for you. You're going to stroke my cock until it's hard and then I'm going to throat fuck you."

You held back a cringe. He was always so... direct. Direct with his intentions, direct with his words, direct with his actions. You supposed that was the main vein of why he was doing so well as a councilman; people liked the truth -- and regardless of validity, if something is delivered with enough confidence and directness, it's believed. 

You reached forward tentatively, undoing the button of his dark jeans. The zipper came next, one tooth at a time. You felt the heat of his groin as soon as you leaned forward to pull the jeans over his buttocks, turning your face away so that you weren't met with a mouthful of fabric. With a strong hand, you gripped the elastic of his boxers, pulling them down over his balls - his dick flopped out, heavy and warm to the touch. You sucked a self-encouraging breath into your lungs and reached forward to grip his flaccid cock, inching your lips towards it.

"No." He bucked his hips backwards, furrowing his brows. "What did I say?"

You froze, backpedalled and began stroking, intentionally angling it towards your mouth. Kai let out a shallow breath, pressing his chin against his chest to watch you. You gave it a firm squeeze, and in response, his cock twitched in your grip; it didn't take long for it to swell and stiffen to capacity in your grasp. You paid some attention to the tip, spreading around the slithery pre-cum that had leaked from the slit.  

"I always liked that about you - your willing adherence to any and all demands. You know what I want." 

At least he was praiseful. He always had been, even in the late and toxic stages of your relationship. Still, you chalked it up to him enjoying the sound of his own voice and feeling like he was in control of the situation

Your free hand took hold of his balls, squeezing them softly. At that, Kai vocalized hungrily, grunting low in his throat. He was a very venous man; in any heightened state of emotion that got the blood flowing, his veins popped in his forehead, his neck, his hands... and his cock. Your tongue massaged the veins that swelled on his shaft, flattened out on the thickest one underneath and flicked at the tip.

You continued jerking it, finding a rhythm until Kai's large hand enveloped yours, forcing his cock out of your grasp to replace it with his own. Pumping his cock in and out of his hand a few times quickly, Kai hissed through his teeth, and took a fistful of your hair at the crown of your head. He immediately let go, and cupped the back of your head with his hand, stroking it softly. Tenderly -- like it meant something to him. It didn't. You were a stupid pawn in his story, another one of his dedicated cult members, and he regarded them all the same.

You closed your mouth to swallow, wetting the inside of it before returning to your previous, vulnerable position, tongue out, eyes lifted to meet his. Kai's pitch-dark eyes looked down at you with a roiling expectancy, one that spoke louder than words could. He slapped the tip of his cock against your waiting tongue, revelling in that first, startled flinch.

At first, he slid just the tip along the texture of your tongue, grinding against you, but it didn't take him long to penetrate. The tip of his cock bumped against the back of your throat, and you closed your lips, bowing your head slightly to allow him further down your throat.

“How does that feel?” 

You nodded your head. Kai let out another throaty moan and picked up his pace, thrusting his hips hard into your face as you relaxed your throat as best you could, fighting your gag reflex. His cock filled your throat - violated it - the salty taste of his precum overwhelming your senses. Your nose burned and your eyes watered. You guessed that your eye makeup had begun to stream down your cheeks in ebony ribbons. 

Kai's visual was ethereal. You were coming undone before him - below him - as women should. In such a submissive state, you looked your best. He took a fistful of your hair and yanked you forward, violently forcing you to deep throat his dick. He felt the slick, strong contraction of your reflex and grit his teeth; you were withholding it, but the pathetic, whimpering sounds of your gags drove him forward. He pictured them, remembering all the times that he had been in a similar position with you. 

"Gag," he said, finally. "I want to hear your pain." 

When you didn't, Kai forced his cock further into your throat, until your nose was pressed in the bush of his hair. That did it. With your eyes squeezed shut, your throat repeatedly rebelled. You coughed and gagged around his shaft, the tip still pressed against your tonsils. You finally opened your bleary eyes at him, straining them upwards to get a visual on him, to beg him wordlessly for relief. Kai flattened his hand on the back of your head and bunny humped your face, pulling more desperate gags from your throat.

"Who do you belong to?"

No response. Just a full-mouthed cough.

He took a fistful of your hair, pulling you hard off of his dick. THWACK! Kai's hand whipped across your face, leaving a welting streak of red in its wake. His cock bumped against the roof of your mouth as you nodded slowly, stunned from the sheer force. 

"I'll ask you one more time... who do you belong to?" 

Finally, you gave him another feeble nod and lifted your hand to press a single finger into his pectoral muscle.

"Good... that's what I like to hear. You remembered that it's rude to talk with your mouth full, too. I'm so proud of you."

Kai reinserted his cock into your waiting mouth, almost gently. That was everything but comforting, but this foreplay was familiar to you, and therefore, enjoyable. Sure, the way your throat burned as his dick hammered in and out might've teetered on the edge of discomfiting, but you'd been here before. You knew him, and at one point, you loved him.

You made an O around his cock as he dragged it out from the back of your throat, sucking gently. Kai began thrusting again, but less rhythmically than before. He was losing his steady pace, and that only meant one thing.

"Don't fucking stop," he breathed. "Keep going."

You closed your eyes again, two tears streaming down your blushing, caving cheeks. He was going to cum soon, you felt the tightness, the heat, the urgency behind his thrusts. Pumping his cock in and out of your swollen lips, Kai’s hand snapped to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he thrust remorselessly. 

A second later, he bottomed out again, and you felt his cock twitching, pulsing in your mouth as his orgasm washed down the back of your throat. You coughed a wet, sticky wet cough and Kai groaned, letting his head fall back into his shoulders. 

"Swallow. Fucking swallow it."

You did. You winced as your throat accepted the mouthful of blisteringly hot cum, salty and slightly unpleasant. Your mouth felt sticky and your throat was coated – you couldn't talk, not clearly. So, instead of telling Kai that you hated him, you just glared at him with fire in your gaze, baring your teeth at him like an angry dog.

“Aw, what? What, you hate me? Is that what you want to say?” 

You nodded.

“Go sit at the table. We’re going to talk about that.” 

[summerwages]

"Well here's another nice mess you've gotten me into" Oliver Hardy

[callofdudes]

I’ve been thinking about how how TF141 + König would react to the reader having a period accident..

Idk it might be weird but some peoples reactions have my heart, like when they're nice about it and help you instead of being disgusted by you😭

That's not weird at all. Got instant inspiration for this one. It's also spawned some little headcanons in my head so I might post those separately as well. Here ya go, let me know if it's ok 😊

141 + König helping you after a period accident.

141+König x Female!reader

König 🐙

You and König were walking around the mall when you got the feeling in your gut. That feeling that kicked you right in the pelvis and almost made you stop walking. Shit... Not here.

König was currently looking at some new movies when you felt it again, clutching your pelvis to try and help it.

"König..." You whispered to him, tapping his hip.

He hummed, looking back at you and the awkward expression on your face. "What's wrong Schätzchen?"

"I think we need to wrap it up early. I'm not feeling good suddenly."

König was worried now. "Are you alright? Are you sick? Do you need medical treatment in this moment?"

You shake your head, walking slower and stiffer, hoping to get home before it was too late. König could see there was something going wrong but he followed.

He kept a close eye on you as you both made it back to the car, by that time König was helping you in the car and noticed. "Y/n... I think you are bleeding."

You groaned, immediately feeling more embarrassed about it. "Yeah..." You just wanted to rush home and change. And get your clothes in the wash before they stained.

König however, grabbed the car keys and rushed back inside. He had no idea what he was doing but he rushed to the drug store at the entrance of the mall and decided to ask a worker.

"Hey uh.. my um.. my friend, she is hurting and I want to help her. C-could I get some help with the feminine products..." He was a sweating mess asking about it. But he wanted to help you.

The clerk was also super nice and pointed him where he needed to go and gave him a quick suggestion on what to get. So without a second thought he purchased them and ran back to the car where you were still holding yourself.

"Here y/n... I-I got those for you. And you can do it in the car if you want- I don't mind, and I won't look!"

He immediately shut the door and turned around. He waited nervously outside. He hoped that was right, that he'd gotten everything. He did want to help even if he wasn't the most knowledgeable about this sort of thing.

You felt happy that he went through all the trouble. It would... Work for now.

So you put it on and got out, giving him a thumbs up while he nervously fiddled with his fingers. After, König got in the driver's seat and looked at you. "Are you doing better?"

"it'll work until we get home. Thank you König."

"Yeah.. yeah! Of course! Now let's get you home."

Price 🥃

The two of you were at a barbecue with 141 and some other soldiers, you hadn't even noticed or felt anything, probably too busy eating and talking. You'd felt weird and had cramps that morning, but after an hour and no actual blood, you'd assumed it was early cramping.

Price was sitting in a chair, talking to Ghost about one thing or another when he happened to look up and over to you, in your white pants, clear as day...

"Excuse me Ghost." Ghost nodded, letting Price leave for a moment. He came up behind you and set his hands on your shoulders. "Y/n..." He whispered. "You've got a stain on your pants."

You look up at at him. "I what- I do??" Your face turned red as you soon realized what it would be. Oh you were stupid to wear these pants...

Price gently pats your arm, you were so lucky you were over at Laswell's house. "Come on, come sit inside until we can help ok?"

You nod, following him closely as he opens the screen door and brings you inside. He could see the embarrassment on your face. "That's alright y/n, we'll help you out. Let me go find Laswell alright?"

You nod, staying behind and waiting as Price went to talk to Laswell about the situation.

"John, everything ok?" Laswell asked. While she'd let them use her expansive yard for the barbecue she wouldn't be in charge of supervision. So she was in her at home office room.

"Hey Kate. Y/n is having a little... Feminine emergency. She got her period and I was wondering if you would have anything to help?"

She nods, coming back down the stairs to see you still sitting there awkwardly. "We'll help you out kiddo." Price assured as Laswell brought back down a box of sanitary pads for you. "I might even have a spare pair of pants for you to wear?" She offers.

"If not, I can let you borrow my jacket." Price finishes.

"Thank you guys." You head to the bathroom and start to figure things out. While you were doing that Price went down to his car and got his big thick jacket.

Once you'd come out Price handed it to you and let you wrap it around your waist. "Thank you Price."

He nodded and patted your shoulder. "All good. We'll get you set up properly when we are home, alright?"

You nod, unable to help hugging him tightly. Price chuckled softly and hugged you back. "Alright, would you like to stay in here or go back out with everyone else?"

"I think I'll be ok to go back outside."

"Alright, you let me know if you need anything ok? And we'll get you all set up when we get home."

Soap 🧼

"Yes captain." You smile softly.

Price gave you the next two days of leave to let the cramps settle down and you were very, very grateful.

Growing up with all girls in his house he still didn't know everything about periods, but they didn't disgust him. So much that avoiding his sisters when they were acting like soulless floor crawlers was habit.

But when he noticed you in need, his brotherly instincts for you came into action.

You were in line for food, just standing there when you suddenly looked very troubled. "Soap... I think we should go home." You whispered.

"You want to go home y/n? But we just got here."

You nod a little, stance a little stiffer. He frowned, and you could tell he knew something was up. "What's wrong? Are you not feeling good?"

You shake your head softly, rolling your hand over your pelvis. "I think I just got my period..." You whispered, barely that. But John caught it.

He nods, ushering you from the line up. "Alright, we'll go home then. Do you want to pick up some pads at the drugstore while we're here or should we head back to base?"

"I think I'm almost out on base..."

John nods, that settles it then. "Alright, we'll stop at the drugstore and we'll get you what you need."

"You don't mind? I know we went out for food... No a sanitary trip..." You felt embarrassed. You really didn't want anything like this to happen with one of the guys. You just didn't think they'd understand.

You felt like maybe Soap of all people would make fun of you. But he brought you back to the car and drove you to the drugstore.

"Do you want to walk in or stay here??"

"Can I stay..?"

"Yep, no problem. Just tell me what you usually get yourself and I'll be right back." He smiled softly.

You were embarrassed. Telling him quietly before he shut the door and walked off with confidence. He wandered the aisle for a while, looking for the brand before spotting it and... Oh just grab one of everything you never know. So he came back with a bag full of product to last you a very long while.

"Alright, here ya go. I can wait outside if you want to put one on now?"

"You don't mind?"

"Nope, not at all. Go for it." He stands back faced to the window of the passenger seat. Guarding it while you did your thing. And you eventually you tapped on the window and he got back in the car.

"Alright, let's get you home and set you up."

You nodded. "Thanks Soap."

"No worries, I get it. Sometimes accidents like these happen."

He got you home and set you up, settling you down for a movie and got you your blankets and heating pad. And yes, he did go back and get that food so you both could enjoy it.

Ghost 💀

Man's panics. He knows a lot about periods surprisingly, but they are not in his wheelhouse. He does not have the expertise.

But he is definitely reliant and always a good person to go to for some help.

The two of you were at a very, very high end event. Like the higher ups of your higher ups were there. The both of you dressed up in suits with all your fancy pins on them and the little hats.

It was a big deal and you were nervous. You'd assumed the cramping you'd briefly felt earlier was just from the little amount of food you'd eaten before rushing out the door that morning and your anxiety.

Ghost was off in the corner, watching everything. He noticed somewhere along in the night you'd grown uncomfortable and oddly stiff. Almost as if you were self conscious of something.

He assumed it to be nothing until you walked over to him stiffly, blushing from embarrassment.

"What do you need sergeant?"

"Ghost..." You whispered, making him lean in a little more. "I think I just got my period..."

He's totally cool on the outside but inside he is panicking. He nods. "Do you have... A bag or something?"

You shake your head. "No... I left it all at home..."

Ghost sighed and nodded. "Alright, I'll head back home and get your stuff."

You nodded awkwardly. "Thank you."

He patted your arm. "Just sit tight, shouldn't be long."

And with that Ghost excused himself from the venue and got back in the car, driving all the way back home. He searched your bathroom, grabbing one... Two... Ok three if you need it. He can't be too careful. And a spare change of pants and underwear if you needed it.

He came back with the bag and pulled you to the side. "Everything you need should be in there. Bathroom is down the hall, call me if you need anything."

"Thank you so much Ghost. Thank you." You took the bag and rushed off, delighted to find a spare change of pants as well.

Once you'd changed you came back out and gave Ghost a thumbs up, to which he nodded in approval and the event continued without a hitch.

Gaz 🧢

I just know this man is the kind of guy to hook up the bubble bath and say F You to the world for a while. So afterwards you get full spa treatment from him.

Will do anything to help you.

You were training with some of the other soldiers. A slightly chilly day though you enjoyed it and hadn't worn a sweater. You already felt warm enough.

You'd already been out there for two hours and any burn or cramp was just played off as what would normally happen. You weren't really thinking into it much.

You'd taken a break to relax and you felt another cramp right in your pelvis, making you groan as you bent over a little to hold yourself.

Some of the sergeants noticed the stain forming in your grey jogging pants. "y/n, are your pants dirty or something?"

This caught Gaz's attention who looked over, noticing your discomfort. You looked embarrassed as you started to connect the dots between your horrible cramps and your accident.

He gently pushed past the sergeants and got himself between you and them. "Yeah, I think that last load of laundry didn't come out right. I noticed it on my clothes as well."

You looked up at Gaz with relief as he gently tugged off his sweater and wrapped it around your waist.

"Come on, let's go get you to your room."

You followed, your cramps bothering you the whole way. Gaz got you to your room and grabbed out a fresh pair of pants and let you change and such.

Once you were done he came back in and helped you into bed. "Thanks Gaz." You whispered.

He leaned down and plugged in your heating pad and wrapped you in all your blankets. "No problem y/n, it happens. I get it."

"Do you need any more supply? I have to head out for a bit later and I could pick up what you need?"

"You wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all. Just helping you out. I can even pick you up a snack or two. Does chocolate entice your palette?" You both chuckle softly.

"I'd like that, thank you." You smile, already feeling much better. Gaz made sure you didn't need anything else before leaving you to rest.

And yes, he came back with everything you needed and a giant bucket of ice cream all your own.

[gor3-hound]

Hi pookie bear… its ur favorite anon again..

Hear me out, Step brother! Leon whos dear innocent little step sister gets stuck somewhere (interesting position..) and leon cant help himself when he sees her predicament so he takes advantage of the situation and the fact that she asked him to help her get unstuck. (maybe a threat of leaving her stuck at some point, its up 2 u bbg)

ily snoogle 😍🫶

hello to... my favourite anon omg. if you say so it must be true :3

i'm hearing you out!! idk why but silly porn tropes make me giggle sometimes... listen don't analyse the logistics of acc being able to get stuck like this. i see how much space there is under the dumb beds girlies get stuck under in porn we all know it doesn't make sense

ILY EVEN MORE POOKIE... here's a drabble for you :3

nsfw below the cut - tw: stepcest, brief dub-con, leon is a little mean :((

"What the-" Leon's footsteps falter as he walks past you, stopping to take in the predicament you've gotten yourself into. He snorts out a laugh as he sees you, and you can practically sense that dumb smirk plastered on his face despite not being able to see him.

Having an ottoman bed was usually great. Your room was the smallest(Leon had promised to make your life a living hell if you took the bigger one) so having the extra space was nice. You just had to lift the slats and mattress up and boom! Free storage unit.

Of course, you're not that lucky, so the stupid thing failed on you and snapped shut with you still leaning over to look for stuff, trapping you inside. Your whole upper body was incased, and the angle was so awkward you couldn't get any leverage to push the damn thing open again.

"Leon!" You breathe out, feeling relief that someone had found you. You thought you'd be stuck under here forever. "Jesus, thank fuck. Can you help me get out of here?"

"You know, as much as I'd love to help you," He starts, steeping closer until he's right behind you. His hands settle on your hips, giving them a little squeeze. Your breath hitches at the contact, and you try to squirm away from his touch.

"I think you could stand to stay there a little longer." He finishes, his fingers brushing the waistband of your shorts.

"Leon... dude." You hiss, trying to squirm away from his touch. His hands have your cheeks burning up, your brows furrowed in confusion. "This isn't funny! What the hell are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" He repeats, letting out another laugh as he starts to slowly tug your shorts down. You can feel his gaze locked onto you as he slips them down so they pool at your knees. "I'm taking advantage of the situation. It'd be a shame to let this... opportunity go to waste."

"Oppur... wait. Leon, you can't be serious! Come on, this is messed up! Just help me out!"

"No can do, sis." He hums, brushing his thumb against your panties. Damp. Looks like you were enjoying this more than you let on. "Mom and dad have gone out, so... either you stay here for the next few hours, hell... maybe even the rest of the day, or you let me have my fun, and I'll getcha out."

You pause at his words, biting your lip. You didn't really have much of a choice. Your abdomen was already aching from being pressed so harshly against the bedframe by the part of the bed that lifts. You didn't want to be here for hours.

"I-I guess... just... I don't know, Leon, I haven't..." You mumble, your voice a lot less snappy than before.

"Aww, princess... where'd your attitude go?" He coos teasingly, rubbing circles onto your clit through your panties. You jolt at the sensation, moaning softly. "My baby sis is a virgin? That's cute."

He tugs at your panties, letting them drop down with your shorts. You hear him take a sharp intake of breath in as he looks at you, his fingers spreading your puffy lips.

"Don't worry. I'm not a complete asshole. Just a small one." He says cheekily, and then you hear the dostinct sound of a belt buckle and the zipper of his jeans. A moment passes when you can hear the rustling of fabric, and then his hands are on you again.

"I won't fuck you. Yet. But I'll make us both feel good, sweetheart." He says, giving you a few light smacks to your ass.

"Okay..." You breathe out, your heart rabbiting in your chest. You swallow hard, brows furrowing as you hear him shift.

"That's a good girl." He grunts, slotting his cock between your folds. That's where he keeps it, just rutting his cock against you. You coat him in your arousal, the slick sounds of your pussy echoing in the room as you drip all over his cock. His tip brushes your clit every time his hips jerk forward, making you whine.

"You do owe me now, sweetheart." He groans, forcing your legs together so the fat of your thighs keeps his cock secure as he humps your cunt. "I better be the one to break you in. Want my cute step-sister's pussy all to myself."

"Y-yeah... all yours..." You breathe out, trying to rock your hips back to get more friction against your sensitive nub. You whimper as the change in angle has his length dragging along your folds deliciously.

"Think I watched a video like this once." He says with a huff of laughter, gripping your hips right as he chases his orgasm using your body. "Must've drained all the step-sibling content on PornHub... couldn't help myself seein' you stuck like this."

His thrusts start to grow a little sloppy, his breathing becoming more shallow. He's close already, and you're not far behind. He rolls his hips, angling himself to make sure he's giving you the friction you need.

Your body tenses as you cum with a loud moan of his name, twitching from the aftershocks. He groans and pulls away when you start whimpering from oversensitivity. You hear a few wet schlick sounds as he jerks himself off, flinching slightly when you feel his cum costing your ass and pussy.

He pulls up your shorts and panties without cleaning you off, making you cringe as they press the cum into your skin, a grimace crossing your face. You hear the sounds of him redressing before he's lifting the top of the bed, looking down at you with a cocky smirk.

"C'mon, princess. Up you get." He says, grabbing your wrist to pull you up. "And don't forget... I'll be back for more."

[hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha]

詐欺師...

"詐欺師... [sagishi...]"

╰┈➤ ❝𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫❞

𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 -> 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛

Definition: deliberately cause (someone) to believe something that is not true, especially for personal gain.

"𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞."

Hantengu x Fem!Reader [Drabble]

Synopsis: She is yet again given another reminder of why she shut herself away...

Warnings: Very brief mention of NSFW at Karaku's part.

Reader key features + fact: You're taller than Urami (choose your height). You're also some glowing ethereal being who tries to help humanity but you've been betrayed by someone who you trusted with this goal also.

Note: MKX's Shinnok's one quote when he curses at Johnny, Sonya and Kenshi motivated me to do this. Good way to kickstart my writing mind.

Ever since that day, she refused to let anyone have the privilege of gaining her trust once more and thus shut herself away...

This was the first time she had ever been with someone so close after millenia. It was difficult to trust someone again after the betrayal she had gone through, but this kind gentleman had gotten her to open up once more as he was welcomed into her sanctuary. He is such a sensitive and rather 'weak' individual, but she did not judge him for that, not in the slightest. In fact, it gave him a sort of charm that no other had. "You and alters amuse me." Said the giantess as she looked down at her small companion in her palm. "I-I do?" The man – more specifically, demon – replied as he tilted his small head up to look at his bigger lady friend. "I've been on my own for quite some time. It's nice to talk to someone or people." The woman chuckled at the irony of Hantengu being an individual yet not at the same time. She found it quite odd at first and was curious too, however, she gradually grew used to all of them and their personalities and came to enjoy their company very much.

The first time she met him, he was a sobbing mess. She pitied him greatly and thus allowed him to find solace and peace within her temple, giving him as much time as he needed to calm down. She wasn't very willing to speak to him the first time but overtime, he kept appearing until she took the initiative. To her, it was the best decision she's ever made as she learned of the evils committed against him. The woman would come to learn of so-called Demon Slayers committing crimes against him and his race. They could not help that they fed off of humans and it was now also her goal to ensure that his race have a place in the paradise she wishes to bring upon the living. That she promised him. Hantengu on the other hand, couldn't help but be moved by her vow to him despite being actively aware of his 'half truths'. However, what he told her wasn't a lie. It was the truth! He is innocent!

There are many times she finds one of the Hantengus finding solace in her presence. Even the loudest clone, Urogi, finds himself being surprisingly peaceful when he's around her. "What is your place in this world?" He asked curiously as he perched on her broad shoulder. "I am here to better it, no matter how long it takes, no matter how gruelling the process may be. I am here to better it for all the innocent who suffer from the cruelties of evil." The woman he could only describe as a sort of 'guardian', responded with a gentle smile before raising a hand to caress her harpy demon companion's handsome face. Urogi trilled in joy before rubbing his head against hers and taking flight, cawing and making other bird calls for her as he flew around her. She much enjoyed Urogi's companionship because of how easily he is able to lift her spirits. He isn't the clone of joy for nothing. "Come, dear. I want to show you something." The giantess beckons Urogi to follow as she leads him towards a space that doesn't quite make sense. A space much like the Infinity Castle, however, out in a void with many floating islands and starts in the distance. The dimension was filled with muted colours of purple, grey with the brightest colour being a glowing yellow.

The harpy demon looked around with curiosity and shock as he noticed his entire form get changed to match the same colours of the realm. Only the guardian kept hers as her glow brightens which almost calls to him as he then sticks to her side like glue. The clone of joy also realised how gravity seems to be a much less than what he's used, much to his amusement. "This is the Realm of Forgotten Souls... A place for those I punish." Despite her soft and gentle tone, there is a sort of sharpness in her eyes that intimidates even him, the mighty Upper Four. He nods softly as his eyes scan as much as they can, intrigued by this odd vacuum of islands and trees and giant glowing crystals. This was all so odd to him. "This is a place I do not come to often..." A hint of solemnity was present in her voice, he realised this place must be quite grim. "But it is a punishment for those who commit acts of evil. Your sense of justice, especially Zohakuten pushed me into showing you this. Thank you, for contributing."

He never saw much of that place again and never asked of it either. He only cared for his amusement. Part of his sick mind was amused that this guardian of sorts was under the impression that he and the others were saviours to their own race who strive for justice. He only knows that he himself is innocent, a delusion he shares with his main body. Otherwise, Urogi sees a human just like any demon. Mere cattle. A delicacy for his etched tongue. The others thought much the same and showed little care in changing their ways. However, it would come as a surprise to all of them that Hantengu would have a rapidly ever growing fondness for this giantess and she much the same. Being the same person of different stages in life, they too felt a growing affection towards her and began putting effort in keeping their grotesque ways hidden from her pure eyes. That's what they all began to view her as. A pure woman and strong woman with intentions so great, so good, that they honestly believed that humanity didn't deserve her as their saviour, but rather just him. Hantengu deserved her and he would make it a point to show her. Hantengu is the one she saw the most. He would often be resting in her palm as she and him gazed up at the stars peacefully without him constantly chatter of those who wrong him.

He would find himself listening to her gentle voice, "I can't help but like you more and more, dear. Is it some charm of yours I'm not aware of?" and admiring her glowing face as she looked at him with kind eyes before being surprised by a sweet kiss on his forehead. "If that's what it is, then it worked rather flawlessly, I'd say." She smiled softly at her small demon companion who was currently stuttering to the point where he couldn't even speak. It was then that he knew he needed to court her. Sekido would begin to visit her more often in her Garden of Virtue. He would bask in her divine light that caused him no harm as he would make conversation with her, growing closer the same way Hantengu did. "Your radiance has intrigued me from the moment we met. Perhaps we were fated to come across one another." He mused absentmindedly, unknowingly causing his giantess to slowly fall for him harder. His deep and gruff voice had always sounded pleasant to her ears. It was firm, filled with a fire and determination that she greatly admired. "Mayhaps, dear." She responds softly, smiling fondly at Sekido who merely grabbed her hand gently without a hint of shame. Sekido is the more calm and serious one when it comes to courting her, much like Aizetsu who is a tad more vulnerable.

Surprisingly enough, he was the one who managed to coax her into exploring the outside world once more and he's the one who ultimately had the privilege of connecting his lips with hers first. It was sweet filled with much passion yet a surprising bit of innocence from the guardian herself. Instantly, he realised that she's never had a man, much to his surprise. However, things seem to be in his favour as he and his clones have a considerate amount experience with women (fucking whores). Sekido continued kissing her with a surprising amount of gentleness, pulling her shrunken frame closer to his toned one. The kiss had left her feeling weak all over despite it holding a surprising amount of chasteness and an equal amount of passion. That night had strengthened their bond even more and when they returned, she her fondness for her companion(s) grew more and more. "You are... charming." "As are you, my heavenly light." 'Light' or 'Star' were the nicknames Sekido had given to her. Star being for the bright lights in the sky that reminded him of her, and Light being the heavenly light that shines upon those virtuous like himself.

Urogi had the easiest time courting her. He brought her many things (that did not include flesh and blood) as gifts and trinkets of appreciation and showed her what great fun "life" could be. The very first thing he did was take her to the skies after having requested of her to shrink her size. "Shrink, there's something I want to show you." "Okay?" He was pleasantly surprised when she complied and waited to see what he would do. Urogi did quite startle her when he suddenly charged at her with his wings flared before he was in the sky within a second, but that soon changed to joyous and awe-struck laughter when she realised what he was doing. He had privilege of seeing her glowing eyes look around and at him with much joy and awe, it was clear to him that she had isolated herself after her betrayal and couldn't help but pity her slightly. He made sure to give her a show to remember. "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" And he was quite bold with it too. By the time they returned, he had successfully managed to strengthen her attachment to him which he was quite proud of. "A smile does your face better, you know?" "Thank you."

Aizetsu was far more gentle and romantic. He, much like the emotion he is manifested from, was there for her in her most vulnerable. He was the reason she opened up so easily. He saw her tears and couldn't help but feel so much pity for her as she hid her face in her hands which were unable to contain her almost never-ending tears that flowed like raging waters breaking down a dam. "I was... betrayed. Trapped and imprisoned after having stolen everything." This person she once trusted was a friend. A friend whom she thought shared the same ideals or... once shared the same ideals. "Power corrupts and (s)he fell into that never-ending abyss of greed." The clone of sorrow came to learn that her prison was a realm of floating islands with dead trees while she was changed to the biggest one. She was only freed by chance and sought revenge. "Did you get your revenge?" The giantess only stared in the distance with her glowing tear glazed eyes, not saying a word or nodding her head. Aizetsu knew what her answer was. The demon of sorrow made sure to never ask her that question again, not wanting to bring up any unwanted memories.

Instead, he used what he learned and comforted her, healed her bruised heart and her repaired her fractured trust. Aizetsu often engaged in quality time and allowed himself to be vulnerable with her, told her what woes his sorrowful heart carries whenever he had the time and noticed that she appreciated such vulnerability. His compassion is the reason for the many blessings they have received from her in battle. It's why they even killed a three Hashiras. "It takes much bravery to be open like this." "... Indeed." "Thank you." Aizetsu knew what trouble she has to open up once more and he aided her into being vulnerable, to show her that not everything in this world is deceives. Then follows Karaku's courting. His way of courting her is far more... direct. Unlike the others – with the exception of Urogi – who tried to keep their feelings at a minimum, Karaku did not even attempt to do so. He flirted with her often, albeit respectfully and made brave yet brazen moves on her also. It's one of the main reason, she shrunk down to their level. His physical affections were much too enticing and charming to resist, and his words even more so.

"My, my, I truly feel sorry for you, my lovely star. Truly have you had no man compliment what a beautiful frame you have been blessed with? No man as chivalrous as myself?" He even changed his rather lazy and informal way of speaking just for her. The emerald-eyed demon grabbed her by the waist gently and twirled her around, eliciting a giggle out of her. "Then let me be the first to say that you have a lovely frame. You're delicious eye candy." He made sure to emphasise his words using the sharpness of his voice to make it sound more... enticing. His intentions with her were quite clear, yet he knew that she couldn't tell. He, like his clones, were very much aware of her purity and Karaku intended on winning her true affections... The demon of pleasure had come up with many ways of gaining her trust and affections though he particularly stuck to one. Simple flirting and seductive gestures or behaviour. It came as no surprise to him that it soon worked in his favour. "This is how a man makes a woman feel..." He could remember the way her voice sounded, the way she called out to him, "Karaku..." and the way he moved her innocent body. He could remember the way he had touched her and the way she had touched him so shyly. He could remember how she he had exhausted her. He could remember how she felt...

Karaku's little contribution was the final nail in the coffin. No more had to be done, yet they continued anyways. Urami and Zohakuten finally made their appearance, nothing else was needed except to protect her with almost their lives. "You two are quite a surprise. Seeing you is like seeing a blue moon." The two were humbled by her presence and did not much but spend their time with her without the interruption of the other four. "We waited for the other four to finish courting you, that way, we wouldn't be interrupted by their monkey business." She couldn't help but chuckle at Urami's way of describing his younger selves. The woman found them quite charming, despite it being "money business". "He's right. They can be quite... overbearing." It's their arrogance at being the main four that makes them want everything and they couldn't exactly blame them since they share the same amount of ego, but it is quite irritating. Ultimately, Zohakuten and Urami were the ones who ensured that nothing of what they do got to her. Hence why they specifically requested her to take Hantengu elsewhere in battles since that where the meet more often than in her own home.

Hantengu, Zohakuten and Urami all had their share with her for a a few nights and days to follow seeing as the four were now sated enough for them to be left at peace. "I will try to better this place for your race also..." They then heard her speak solemnly. "The humans are the plague of this world." But she disagreed. Their giantess explained to them why they too suffer, wanting to show her way of of thinking and life. They only listened in silence to her passionate speech. The night was rather peaceful and uneventful, just as they had wished. Their mere presence was enough for one another. With all that was done for her, she too wanted to learn more of him. His entire life actually. However, she came to the discouraging fact that he remembered nothing of his human life, only mere fractions which was far too little for her. So, one day, she looked into his past, eager the learn more of her new lover and to perhaps surprise him.

He was no sweetheart, it seems. A murderer, a liar and manipulator of the worst kind. She could not possibly fathom how one could so easily kill their own kin and the very person who helped bring such beauty to life. His race was the bane of humanity's existence. That's why the "villain Slayers" want them gone. It was then she remembered why she had isolated herself from others, child or not...

"MISERABLE WRETCH! INSIGNIFICANT SPEC OF FECULENT SCUM! HOW DARE YOU!"

The five jumped back in surprise at her booming voice and powerful glare. They wondered why she was angry at them. What had they done? "It is YOU!!! You are the reason they suffer also!" They realised that this was no joke, she was yelling at them in anger and scorn. All the love and affection they had once known in her entire demeanour was gone, just like that. "My radiant star, what do you mean? Please, calm yourself!" Aizetsu was the first to speak up. The first to dare so bravely. "How dare you lie to me!!" The accusation of lying prompted Hantengu to speak up. Merely an accusation against him caused him to speak despite his cowardly personality. "N-No! N-Never! I-I've never.. I-I've nev-ver lied! Not t-to you!" But the she wasn't listening. She wouldn't listen, not to a monster, a beast, a savage like him. "You killed your CHILDREN! WIVES! And those poor souls you devoured! What had they done, beast?!" They backed away, tensing up and preparing to defend themselves should their once lover now enemy attack them.

"What had they done to deserve death?! ANSWER ME, BEAST!" The bright light she emitted that once provided them with comfort and warmth, peace and a sense of security, now filled them with nothing but fear. The guardian refused to let them leave and trapped them with her magic, trapping them in chains and disarming them. "My lovely—" "DO NOT REFER TO ME AS SUCH, BEAST!!" It was futile. She refused to listen and they realised that she would kill them if they did not escape as soon as possible. Hantengu ceased his struggle and attempts to convince his once lover of his innocence, only searching for an escape while his clones distracted her. The words he heard stung his still heart as he truly believed that he had been betrayed. "DECEIVER!!" He truly believed that he was wronged, that he was no monster to humanity and that he was virtuous. In the end, his captivity did not last long as he was soon freed of his restraints, disappearing into thin air and leaving her there, standing alone and allowing the truth of the person she trusted sink in. Yet even after they left, she was still able to say her final words to him, her ghastly voice echoing in his mind filled with scorn and disgust. "I will purge your race off of the face of this Earth and free humanity of your master's vile clutches."

"And you, my love, will pay the ultimate price for using me for your disgusting gain and ideals. I will see to it that you are freed from your master's control and back in my grasp. You will have the privilege of feeling and witnessing my wrath..."

Deceiver...

Note: My favourite drabble yet. He's a good liar.

Divider credits:

Pink hand drawn divider

The rest by Saradika

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[cryptocism]

So, out of curiosity (AND a slight fear of messing with what you've laid out so clearly in Frequency, which I see as the most reasonable and rational explanation to Thad's character inconsistencies basically, ever), I am wondering if this version of Inertia from Flash #760 fits into the Too Many Thads AU anywhere? From what I can tell, he's the only one not mentioned in your very thorough (and impressively detailed, he was at boomerang's funeral, excuse me sir why are you here???) timeline of Thad appearances. Would you consider him one of the clones we get from the AU, like Six? Or maybe just Thad himself given he's sort of just... chilling in the Speedforce lol. Or did you just not consider him given it's yet another instance of Thad appearing, doing something wild, then disappearing as quickly as he came haha. (Also, I just noticed he says vibrational FREQUENCY, nice👏)

i did... kinda include this iteration. but admittedly it's pretty brief, and the bits of story that take place in the speed force sit in dreamy abstraction rather than solid prose

start of chapter 2 when Thad is running thru the speed force:

He thinks he sees the Flash, once or twice. Tick tock tick tock. You’re running out of time, Barry. But he often thinks he sees lots of people. Once, he thought he saw Max. But the memories exist in his mind the same way a daydream would, and he can’t be sure if it was real.

The "tick tock tick tock" line is taken directly from #760

compared to the other threads of canon that Frequency is written around, it's definitely more on the borders of believably. The "tick tock" line and the bit where Thad threatens to snap his fingers and "blast Barry's mind to pieces" harkens back to the Kid Zoom era and Rogues Revenge, which fucks with my attempt to differentiate this Inertia as a separate person from Kid Zoom. but the hiccup feels minor enough that i think it still works

(and on a tangential note the whole "i'll snap my fingers and blast your mind to pieces" line straight up doesn't make sense to me because YES Kid Zoom famously snapped his fingers and exploded a baby, but he accomplished that by fast-forwarding that baby's timeline so quick that its literal molecules shook apart under the stress. Barry is a speedster and would not respond to timeline manipulation in that way - if at all - because his molecules are already used to that kind of shit. it's a weird and out of place threat to make and i think Williamson may have gotten the impression that Kid Zoom acquired the power of spontaneous combustion which he Fucking Did Not ok rant over)

the general idea i was going for was: Thad is running on rage, sees Barry, has the brief confrontation in #760 where Barry mostly just feels bad for him, and then disappears back into the storm. Implication being that Thad has actually had a couple different interactions with people during his 5 years in the speed force (Eobard, Max, Barry, etc) who try to convince him of things or promise him things, but staying for that long in the speed force (without being dead) fucks with perception a little bit, especially perceptions of Time. so when he's out and looking back on it, Thad can't totally discern what happened, what didn't, or in what order.

also the attendance at Captain Boomerang's funeral gets a shout out near the end of chapter 8 when Bart is going through Six's collection of Four's old stuff:

Some of the items on the shelf he didn’t recognize. A shot glass. A funeral pamphlet for one Digger Harkness. Several empty syringes and auto-injectors all meticulously arranged. A variety of small gadgets and devices that Bart couldn’t place.

because the funeral is technically Inertia's return after the events of Mercury Falling, I translated that as Four's first appearance in the 21st century

[mcflymemes]

THE GREATEST MOVIE QUOTES OF ALL TIME *  assorted dialogue from famous films, adjust as necessary

[name], i think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

frankly, my dear, i don't give a damn.

i'll have what she's having.

i have a feeling we're not in kansas anymore.

i'm as mad as hell, and i'm not going to take this anymore!

you're gonna need a bigger boat.

nobody puts baby in a corner.

well. nobody's perfect.

you can't fight in here! this is the war room!

get away from her, you bitch!

houston, we have a problem.

when someone asks you if you're a god, you say yes!

i am no man!

i love the smell of napalm in the morning.

you had me at "hello."

i'm also just a girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

don't call me shirley.

i feel the need... the need for speed!

i'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse.

i know it was you, [name]. you broke my heart.

just when i thought i was out, they pull me back in.

you can't handle the truth!

i can do this all day.

the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.

snakes. why did it have to be snakes?

clever girl.

what, like it's hard?

you shall not pass.

that's my secret, [name]. i'm always angry.

i wish i knew how to quit you.

get busy living, or get busy dying.

ugh, as if!

i'll be back.

there's no crying in baseball!

some men just want to watch the world burn.

take your stinking paws off me!

screws fall out all the time. the world's an imperfect place.

life moves pretty fast. you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

i'm sorry, [name]. i'm afraid i can't do that.

a strange game. the only winning move is not to play.

are you crazy? the fall will probably kill you!

i see dead people.

if you build it, he will come.

with great power comes great responsibility.

roads? where we're going, we don't need roads.

go ahead. make my day.

say hello to my little friend!

are you not entertained?

i'm not bad. i'm just drawn that way.

i've seen things you people wouldn't believe.

i have a bad feeling about this.

you talkin' to me?

what's in the box?

your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries!

that rug really tied the room together, did it not?

you cut the turkey without me?

i'm not even supposed to be here today.

you'll shoot your eye out, kid.

boy, that escalated quickly.

you don't wanna get mixed up with a guy like me.

i know kung-fu.

now i have a machine gun.

what is your damage, [name]?

what we've got here is failure to communicate.

here's looking at you, kid.

fasten your seatbelts. it's going to be a bumpy night.

love means never having to say you're sorry.

there's no place like home.

why don't you come up sometime and see me?

i'm walkin' here!

i want to be alone.

round up the usual suspects.

you know how to whistle, don't you, [name]?

we rob banks.

we'll always have paris.

well, nobody's perfect.

a boy's best friend is his mother.

keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into.

what a dump?

[name], you're trying to seduce me. aren't you?

is it safe?

i have always depended on the kindness of strangers.

hello, gorgeous.

a martini. shaken, not stirred.

seize the day. make your lives extraordinary.

snap out of it!

[stolasdearest]

Inspiration Song : Forgotten Love By Aurora

Halsin x Gn!Reader

Not Proofread!

Synopsis : After the Final battle you and Halsin part ways as longed lovers, Halsin making his Task taking care of the less fortunate waiting for your return

A Reunion long overdue,my heart

You set foot in what was once the cursed Shadow lands a land you hadn't visited in years; gazing at the flourishing land that was once cold, lonely and lacking in color.

Now it was so gorgeous; Colorful with trees and life all around you, Thaniel and Oliver did spectacular work making this land whole again.

But that wasn't why you were here, you were looking for your lover, Halsin who you agreed to part with after the Battle against the Netherbrain. He to help with the people in Moonrise and you Baldurs gate both of your hands were incredibly full as time flew by.

You didn't know if he was even still here, going here on a limb as you longed for him another night, Hoping he felt the same.

A part of you cringed in fear that he might've found someone new; you never split but your status was never set in stone as you went separate ways.

Finally you walked into what you'd been told had been Halsins place of living after asking around other locals, You saw the children he talked about the morning after the battle and you quickly got one of theirs attention

"excuse me, Have you seen a man named Halsin?"

The child almost jumped into the clouds with excitement

"Daddy Halsin?! Yes of course we were just on our way to him!"

You smiled at the child as you followed them, Being led through a door where Halsin was sat next to another group of children telling them a story

"daddy Halsin, somebody is here to see you!"

The child pointed to you with their hand the other holding your larger hand.

Halsins eyes spread in shock as he stopped talking about, whatever he was talking about. His eyes scanning you very intensely before he cleared his throat as he stood up motioning the kids to scurry off

"Come on Children, Me and this nice person need some privacy"

With a slew of "okay"s and "awe"s the children flooded out the door behind you, your eyes never leaving Halsin.

As soon as the last child left, politely closing the door for you two Halsin rushed up to you, almost crushing you in a bear hug as he lifted you into the air. Inhaling your smell after so many years, he finally decided to pull away with you still in his arms

"my heart! You've returned"

Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes as you had gotten closer to him, The lines around his eyes had become more, Along with some smile lines. The years and task of raising many children showing on his yet handsome face he spoke quietly after observing your expression on his own

"I thought we'd never cross paths again.."

You almost burst into a crying laughing mess as you heard his words what foolish words; you huffed as you smacked his shoulder.

"and never see that handsome face again? I thought you were smarter than this"

His laughter roared in the room as he put you down, His arms still around your waist he rests his forehead against yours

"what brings you here, my love?"

The silence after was comfortable, Peaceful as your hand cupped his cheek you contemplated your next words,

"I promised we'd cross paths again and I keep my promises"

Halsins eyes crinkle as he grins from ear to ear his next words interrupted before he can even open his mouth

"and, I hoped you'd have the room to let me settle here, with you"

A content sigh left Halsins lips as he pulled you in for a longing kiss, gentle and tender.

"I've waited years for you to be in my arms again, please do not separate from me ever again, my heart"

I JUST FINISHED THE GAME WITH MY GIRLFRIEND TODAY AND HALSIN???

this might be horrible but it's 3am have mercy

[sunnylands-world]

Western boy

Pairing: cowboy Harry styles x fem reader

Summary: your little crush on your father's best friend finally turns into what you always wanted it to...

Word count: 1,186

Warnings: oral [fem receiving], unprotected p in v [don't be dump please], dirty talk, tummy bulge kink, breeding kink, age gap, western themes

A/n: I don't know if I have any readers for Harry styles but here's this fic again because I deleted it

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You and your friend were taking a stroll to the market in your town. The dust of the desert seemed to blow heavily despite the heat that scorched your skin; your boots looked like your father hadn't taken them to get a decent scrub in a while and your hat sat tilted on your head protecting your eyes from the rays of the sun.

"dear God [name], how much farther I honestly think I'll melt if I have to take another step!" your friend groaned and you chuckled. "It's a beautiful day out daisy, I think it's perfect for a walk. You act as if you ain't walked a day in your life." you called back to her. "But you're father's the sheriff! surely we could have gotten a ride, why ever didn't you ask." She whined and you rolled your eyes.

Your father was indeed the sheriff, people in town considered you a daddy's girl who was spoiled despite the fact that you hadn't been seen bathing in the finest things. You took a few steps before familiar brown leather boots on horseback caught your eye and a small smile came to your face. "My, my if it isn't the chief's little girl" his voice said as the sound of horseshoes came in closer, stopping you in your tracks. "Hello to you Mr. Styles" you said looking at him.

Harry was your father's best friend, you practically grew up with him in your life; his hair was cut nicely though you did miss the long locks under his brown cowboy hat. His smirk spread wide as he shamelessly looked you over, you bit your lip thinking about how much he'd done that lately. "I must say, you've grown up to be a fine young lady. Pretty as a flower!" he praises and you shyly smile. "You're not too bad yourself Harry" you complimented and there was no lie in your words.

Harry was at least in his late 30's or early 40's and he definitely aged a lot better than most men out here, he looked like he was a favorite of the lord's with his brown curls and shimmering green eyes and his facial hair suited him deliciously might you add. "Shouldn't go around telling a man like me somethin like that doll, I might just think you're offering me something" he breathed out, letting his eyes linger a while on your open top showing your perky breasts.

"Maybe I am styles" you challenged. "Don't go making promises you can't keep" he mumbled and you locked eyes with him. "I ain't making promises styles, I'm offering" you say and your eyes are genuine. He smirks. "Go home daisy, I'm taking your friend for a ride" he says, reaching his hand out for you to climb up the brown horse.

Your friend huffs heading for the stairs of the nearest place for alcohol and you cling to Harry's back as you ride to his home.

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Your back rested on the queen size bed as Harry knelt down between your legs that were bent upwards so he could lap at your dripping cunt. Your dress was long gone and your hands grabbed handfuls of your breasts as you lost yourself in the pleasure of the older man. "You taste as sweet as pie doll, dripping your sweet juices for me" Harry said, as he let his tongue thrust into you.

"Oh God Harry" you cried out, bucking your hips up chasing your high desperately, his nose bumped your clit with every jerk of your waist and his stubble scratched an itch you never knew you had. "That's it doll, cum for me, make a mess" he says, dipping his tongue deeply into you, licking at your soft walls assaulting the sensitive area between your legs. You followed his order like the good girl you were drenching him with shouts of his name. He didn't stop slurping and sucking till he gathered every last drop of your release.

He stood with his knees now between your thighs, leaning forward kissing your forehead gently. "You still with me sugar?" He asked, seeing your lashes flutter a bit but you nodded. "Still with you Harry" you uttered softly, hazy from your first orgasm. "I'm gonna fill you up sweetness, you okay with that. Want me to stuff you full" he confirmed, his little comment at the end only made you all the more eager for him. "Yess Harry, please" you begged, dry humping his jeans.

He let out a chuckle, pulling at the loop of his belt that was adored with all his many gadgets. You couldn't help but look as he freed his cock. It leaked precum from the swollen red tip, his size was at least a good six or seven inches and you almost shut your legs as you thought of how something so big would fit inside you. He came forward rubbing the head of his length between your wet folds teasing your entrance.

"Please don't tease me Harry," you pleaded far to in need of fulfilling your fantasies. "Since you asked so nicely" he said, driving his cock deep in your tight wet opening, your head went back into his pillows as you felt him touch the spot deepest inside you. "Oh my goodness Harry!" You called into the room as he began to move in a back and forth motion, his hands pressing your legs to your chest; the bed rocking against the wall.

"Would you look at that, my cocks deep in your little tummy" he said letting one of your legs go causing you to grab it as he pressed his hand down where his cock was supposedly visible. You leaned up on your elbows to look and sure enough a bulge was there in the place his hand was. Your eyes went wide as you moved your own hand to take the place of his while he rutted into you, you looked up to his now forest green eyes.

"God, that's the prettiest thing I've ever seen. You looking all innocent while I take you like a little whore" he mumbles, his head falling back as he quickens his paces. "Wanna fill this pussy up with my cum, get ya nice and round with babies." He says, his country accent is clear as day. "That's what ya want sweetness?" He asks looking back at you, you hold eye contact with him nodding.

"Please Harry, need it" you whine rolling your hips and that seems to be what pushes him over the edge as he fills you with warm cum triggering your second climax of the night.."holy fuck doll take it fucking take my cock" he moans with his legs trembling as he falls forward baring his head in your neck, sweaty chest pressed to yours.

You kiss his neck tenderly while you cum on his cock with your own words of nonsense. You don't even think about the reaction your father will have while you snuggle closer to Harry with him still deep in you.

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[barbiesdelicioustoes]

Ayato x Fem!Reader

Summary: Who knew that someone would fall in love with you doing your hobbies.. which was capturing frogs on a daily basis as a teen.

A/N: damn, I blame my sleep deprived state for this.

As the daughter of a prominent noble, participating in impolite behaviours such as sneaking out to capture frogs wouldn't be much trouble as long as you don't get caught, right?

Well, to be fair, you are only twelve after all. It is to be expected that a teen like you would go out and have fun instead of being dolled around.

You hastily jump into the bushes the second you see a frog leap into the pile, jar in hand to cage the animal. In the bushes hid a nest full of baby birds, a hatchling, barely out of the egg.

Silently and slowly, your bare hands reach to grab the drenched frog to give the babies a sweet time, away from disturbance.

A stick harshly pokes at your sides, and you silently cursed at the sting. The rays of sunlight peeking through the gaps of trees greet you once you get out, only then did you realize that the storm earlier had died down and it was time for you to go back as your maids might suspect your absence.

"I hope there's no guards outside." You mutter as you slip the damp frog into the jar, snickering when the frog attempts to escape. Your gaze turns to your dirtied dress, and suddenly it hits you.

'Crap! How am I supposed to change!?'

Your mind whirls into a jumble mess of plans on how to escape this situation you've gotten yourself again, not aware of another presence approaching you.

You were snapped out of your daze when you hear a branch crack behind you. Mentally preparing yourself to meet an annoyed guard, you abruptly whip your head towards the sound, also certain that you may have broken your neck with how fast you turned.

However, instead of being met with a figure you're so familiar with, a child that seemed to be younger looked at you with imperceptibly widened lavender eyes. And now you wondered just how far have you gone?

The child opens his mouth, but closes it again. Assuming he was a child of a higher noble, you turn your body towards him, hiding the jar behind you. "Hello there, do you need anything?" With the friendliest smile you could muster.

"What is a commoner like you doing here?"

The unexpected boldness of his words stumbles you, wavering your smile. Before you can reason yourself, the child points his finger at your clothing, directly at the spot where a huge splotch of mudwater stained your white dress.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, suddenly conscious of your appearance. An idea pops into your mind and you swallowed your shame, smiling impishly.

"Do you wanna see something?" You ask the child, your fingers fiddling around the jar. His silence gave you the moment to take in his appearance. Pale blue hair tied into a low ponytail, along with a formal attire. Also his eyes, you were sure you've seen it somewhere.

Instead of any signs of approval nor rejection, he calmly asks,

"What are you doing in the Kamisato Estate?"

His tone pointedly directed to the item behind you, presumably suspecting that you might have stolen from them. Little did they know, you only stole a frog. But you shrugged his hilarious accusation and panicked at your current location.

'How the heck did I get to the Kamisato Territory!? I was just in the forest..!'

"Tell me how you got here before I call the guards." How nice. Images of your mother's horror about your sudden appearance on the Kamisato Estate courses through your mind.

"Okay, okay. I was just in the forest and then I unknowingly got here."

"How can I know you're not lying?"

Somehow, you feel like you're being interrogated by an adult. As to prove your innocence, you display the jar in your palm infront of him, and he gazes at it with pure bewilderment. The frog gazes back and you had to stifle your laughter at the sight.

He breaks the gaze, conscious of how hilarious he looks, and locks eyes with you. You blink, he blinks, you blink again.

"...Told you." You bring your hand back to your side as you chuckle at him. His response throws you back to your current problem yet again, "You can leave."

Your eyes widen and you scramble to get to the forest, not even paying the child any glance for the last time you might see him.

~~

Karma greets you once you get home. Your beloved parents snatched all of your frogs as punishment for your absence, lecturing you how you shouldn't go out like that especially when the weather was gloomy.

But when you get to your bed, you silently wished the kid you had met earlier, a cold pillow.

"Mom, I already told you, I'm not interested in anyone!"

"Sweetheart, you're not going to get married, calm down."

She sighs for possibly the 20th time today at her daughter's persistence at refusing to go meet a playmate. Your 18th birthday was nearly coming, therefore there was absolutely no reason to even get a playmate.

It was clear that your mother wanted you to atleast be interested in a guy or some sort, but you refused. Trivialities like that had not even crossed your mind until your mother began to set you up men your age.

Although your mother was fully aware of how capable you are at handling your responsibilities as the next heir, she still insisted in selling marrying you off to men.

You, an independent woman, marrying someone solely for society's favor? Ridiculous, you can fully do that alone. Your parents were aware of it, your father had left you alone but your mother? Oh no, she wouldn't.

It's been 3 years since she's pestered you to go on with someone.

"Sweetie, just this once. Please?"

"Mom what if I'm gay?"

She sighs yet again, mentally facepalming herself at your inconsiderate excuses. Her lips opens to shrug your refusal but you cut her off.

You utter a single word. A single word, unaware that it will change your life, for the better or worst.

"Fine."

A pair of guards greets you at your carriage, wishing you good luck. You shoot them a grateful smile before entering the carriage.

Presently, your mother did not tell you what location you will end up meeting your.. playmate, as what she would call it. The curtain on the window flaps open, revealing a bunch of sakura trees.

After a while, the door to your carriage opens, a chilly breeze immediately hitting you once you step foot on the ground. Your curious gaze steers at the building infront of you, a proud symbol of their clan displayed on top of the building.

It only took you a few seconds to recognize the symbol.

'What the heck, don't tell me mom set me up with one of the Kamisato?'

Their parents were great friends with your own, and often met up with each other. Only the unfortunate passing of the Kamisato's head and his wife broke off any connections your family had with them, as you weren't acquainted with any of their children.

A call of your name breaks your train of thoughts as your gaze follows the source of sound, greeted by a lively figure which was your mom, of course.

"Now, now, come on. I'll introduce you."

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Frankly, you hadn't expected that most of their servants would be the ones you were greatly acquaintances with, outside of your social status as a noble.

They all greeted you with warm smiles, offering you tea and pastries as you wait for your "playmate", chattering about stories of their Head and his beautiful sister. You relished in your mother's shock when she saw how well you got along with their servants.

Soon enough, an hour had passed. As you chat away the time, a girl with a poise posture enters the room, catching everyone's attention. The servants calmly stands and bow, along with your mother. Their sudden movement makes you feel pressured enough to join them.

A few greetings were exchanged and you learned that this was your "playmate's" sister, that goes by the name of Ayaka. An elegant aura and a big heart was all you can describe her. Ever so kind and thoughtful, your mother says.

"Please excuse my late brother." You reassure her that it was fine, lying that you can wait when you already want to go home and get lost in books. Perhaps you can capture frogs aswell. She excuses the two of you to discuss a few matters about your current situation.

As you two walk towards the back of their estate, she excitedly chats all her tales with her brother, as you listen to all of her stories. The droplets of water catches your attention, there did you realize that this was their backyard.

A sense of deja vu crawls in your veins. A pile of memories settling in the corner of your mind as you squint your eyes in concentration. Ayaka glances at you before following your gaze.

"Are you alright?" She asks, smiling gently. "Ah, yes. I was simply in awe." You can see the way her eyes brightened with stars. "May I ask if your brother will–"

You were cut off by a tone similar to that of a fox.

"I have arrived." Your companion abruptly stands up, offering you a hand and strides towards the voice. Dusting off dirt in your clothes, you crane your head to glance at what was so interesting.

Lavender eyes lock onto yours, and all you could think of was how familiar this all felt. As if you had met those gaze before. He cocks an eyebrow as you blink at him, words at the tip of your tounge.

When Ayaka speaks, a flood of memories fills your brain. "[Name], this is my brother, Ayato."

'He was the kid I met 6 years ago..!' You bowed deeply at him, leaving your view at the wooden floor as you silently panicked. 'And he's the goddamn Kamisato Head. What did you do, mom!?'

"...And brother, this is [Name]." She finishes, as you muster the unwavering, friendly smile you gave him six years ago. His lips curl into a smirk.

"Ayaka, would you like to give us some alone time to chat?"

'No, please.' You pleaded in the comfort of your mind, smile still unwavering.

A pink blush adorns her face as she agrees and hurriedly rush to the door. Ayato turns to you with a sly smile, indicating that he's gonna do something you will definitely hate.

He breaks the silence, "I apologize for my late appearance." his words doesn't sound sincere at all. Still, you reluctantly hid your discomfort andf respond, "It is understandable, don't worry."

"...Are you still capturing frogs?" The question took you aback, not expecting he'd remember you too. Your breath hitches as you stare at him, pondering on how to perfectly escape your situation. "Yes. Is there perhaps a problem with it?"

"I didn't expect you to be a noble." He bluntly says, evading your not-so question. "I expected you to atleast consider your words before speaking." You counter, with a tone as sweet as sugar.

The silence stretches when the two of you merely stood to admire the serene scenery, not paying attention to his constant glances. His mouth opens,

"Would you agree if I asked you to marry me?"

Your eyes widen ever so slightly, and your mouth ajar at what he said, more surprised at his audacity. You could only hope your face is unreadable when you ask, "why?"

He narrows his eyes and explains, "Your mother pesters you to date, no? And I also have.. a few people who pesters me to date. We both have similar problems, so why not solve them together?" His feet takes a step infront of you.

You place your hand in your chin.

'If I accept his offer, mom wouldn't pester me any longer. And besides, this is Kamisato Ayato, anyways.' You smugly smile to yourself.

That night, your mother was shocked to learn that you and Ayato agreed to date. You couldn't blame her, you refused to cross the line of falling in love after all. Yet here you were, smiling way too proudly to be married off to a man who has high social status.

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Also that night, she wanted to discuss about what had happened. Bombarding you with questions on how he had captured your heart like you capture frogs. A relieved sligh slips from her when you reassure her numerous times.

"He didn't tell you?" Your mother suddenly asks.

"Tell me what?"

"He's the one who's been insisting on wanting to go on a date with you for three years," Your mother snickers at the picture of the Kamisato Head pleading her to let her daughter meet him, "After hearing that you capture frogs, which is a bit ridiculous by the way. But I thought he told you." She raises her brow at you, her eyes willing you an answer.

And yet, nothing came out of your mouth. The few signs that you were still alive was that you were breathing and blinking at her dumbfoundedly.

'But you could come up with one conclusion.'

'Ayato likes you because of frogs.'

"Milord, here are the reports." Thoma hands him a few paper. "Mhm, I've found her already." His servant blinks, and blinks again. Furrowing his eyebrows, he curiously asks, "So, she really was a noble, huh?" All he gets is a hum.

Thoma chuckles at his stupidly inlove lord, reminiscing the time where he had multiple guards look for you in the forest, and his parents throwing questions at him.

All those questions and all he says is, "I think I'm interested in someone."

The door opens with a click, and it reveals an excited Ayaka. "Brother! How are you?" She offers Thoma a quick wave of her hand before walking towards Ayato.

"I've been doing fairly well–"

"I told you, [Last name] is the girl! I was wondering why she kept squinting at the backyard." She giggles, "Though I gotta say, your patience is admirable, you waited for her for three years."

"I would love it if someone does that to me too.." it comes out as quietly as possible, but the two hears it. Ayato sends Thoma a knowing look to which Thoma glares at him to shut up.

Ayato sets his pen down and smiles softly at Ayaka, "Sister, you needn't worry about that, someone already has his eyes on you." The teasing lilt in his tone pointedly refers to Thoma stiffening beside him. His dear sister ever so oblivious lets out an 'oh' and blushes profusely.

[newstedz]

snowfall ☆ kirk hammett

okay so i'm relatively new to this but i just was so inspired by @mustainegf 's prompt that I just kept writing and writing and you get the idea. basic gist is that kirk calls you over to watch an old movie with him, its all fluff (timeframe is around 1987, post damage inc. tour.) also sorry for the incredibly generic title I literally cannot think of anything else

exhausted was an understatement.

you'd finally gotten a day off, and god was it needed. you barely had any energy to get out of bed to grab a snack, much less go outside. besides, it was freezing, and as much as you loved the idea of snow, it loses its charm when you're stuck waiting at the bus stop in the middle of a blizzard.  the day is yours, and ideally it would have been spent alone, tucked into bed. but then, you got a call. your stomach instantly dropped. you anticipated it'd be your boss, fabricating some asinine reason for you to appear at work today, even though nobody in their right mind would be out in the cold just to go to some shitty retail store. you pick up the phone with a groan. however, you're met with another familiar voice. one you weren't expecting, and suddenly, that dread in the pit of your stomach is replaced with butterflies.

"hey!" kirk beams from the other end of the phone. "sorry- did I wake you up?"

"no." you reply. granted, you weren't fully awake, but you didn't have the heart to make him think he may have been burdening you.

"oh.. okay!" he says, not seeming to need much convincing. "anyways, i just got this tape, you've gotta see this. it's some horror movie from like, the 50's or something. I got the tape  from this guy, he- I mean, that's not really important, I guess." he says, his enthusiasm dwindling as his voice grows more shy. "but I was wondering, I mean, i'd really like for you to come over and watch it with me. if you want." he offers sheepishly.

you can't help but smile. if it were anyone else, you'd consider making up some elaborate excuse about how you caught a stomach bug or fell ill after standing in the cold for too long. but you've known Kirk since you were kids, and you can't remember the last time you guys got to really hang out. between you working and his touring schedule, things just never seemed to work. it was something special to him, too. you knew how involved he was in tape trading, horror, and all that stuff you couldn't quite wrap your head around. but for him, you'd do it in a heartbeat. you gaze out the window. it's still snowing, but it had slowed to flurries. a thin layer of snow coats the grass and branches of the trees. you can't pass this up.

"sure."

"really? nice! so um. I'll see you." he exclaims, abruptly ending the call before you could even ask when he wanted you to be there. you sigh, getting up and heading for the shower.  one long bus ride later, you arrive at his door. as soon as you knock he rushes to the door, trying (and failing) to hide his excitement. "hey!" he grins, showing off his adorable, crooked smile. he steps aside allowing you to enter. "sorry its a mess in here. i just got back.." he murmurs. you cant help but laugh. "its whatever, man. i've seen worse from you." you reply, earning a chuckle from him. as soon as you two get settled, the snow gets heavy. very heavy. seems like you made it just in time. kirk seems to notice too. "looks like you're stuck with me."

_

the next hour is spent watching the movie, though it seems like it was only used as a catalyst for the two of you to play catch-up and for him to infodump trivia about the film. though you can't focus on the movie, at least not now. you're too focused on the way the light shines off his face and curls. the way he incessantly giggles when recalling a crazy road story. the snow is piling up outside, and it's only now that you realize he was trying to talk to you.

"hey, did you hear me?" he asks, tilting his head. he figured he was talking your ear off, though you really could listen to him all day.

"huh? i- no, you're good. i'm just.. cold." you attempt to wave it off unconvincingly, only leaving you to be met with more of his concerns. "are you okay? you were kinda just staring. are you bored? we can do something else, if you want." he murmurs as he gazes briefly at you, only to shift his focus to the TV screen. it could be the lighting, but you could've sworn you saw the lightest tinge of color come to his cheeks. 

"what about you?" you ask. the whole time you've been here, you've gotten the basic stuff, yeah. but it wasn't as personal as it used to be between the two of you. you used to stay up for hours talking about your worries, your goals. you were the first one he told about anything, and vice versa. but now it seemed like he was nervous just from being the same room with you. 

"what about me? i'm fine." he shrugs, now trying to shift the attention back to the movie.

"then why wont you look at me?" the question sorta just slips out. you didn't mean to pry, today was supposed to be lighthearted, but kirk's reaction seems to confirm your suspicions of there being something more, as he begins to stumble over his words. you place your hand gently over his. "you know you can talk to me, right?" as your eyes meet, his face goes red. "it's stupid." kirk murmurs again, though he knows he can't hide this from you anymore. "i feel like.. i'm running out of time. I mean- you're not always gonna be waiting around for me, and it's like whenever i'm gone, i.." he trails off, shifting his gaze away from you yet again. he takes a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I like you. like really like you, and I don't wanna drift off from you or mess anything up-" kirk rambles on, but you've heard enough. you laugh, suddenly scooting closer to him. all you give is an affectionate "shut up" before your lips meet. you move away to see his shocked expression, but he quickly swaps it for a huge, dorky grin as he pulls you in for another.

a few more shared kisses later, kirk pulls away, staring back at the window. he turns back to you. "y'know.. it's pretty nasty out there. maybe you should stay the night." he grins, not subtle in the slightest. you can't help but laugh and nod. suddenly, the room feels so much warmer.

[ghostfanwriter]

✨🍓 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 🍓✨

🍓 Pairing: Joel Miller x Younger Fem!Reader

✨ Setting: No outbreak au.

🍓 Synopsys: Technology gets the best of Joel, and he ends up with a ton of strawberries. Thankfully — as he would say — half of them are yours.

✨ Features: Joel being clueless about technology; A bunch of fluff and Joel doing his best to annoy reader; Flirting; Slight thigh riding at the end (real quick, I promise).

🍓 Word count: A but over 1.2k

✨ About this: This was originally written for another person, and maybe you've even read it already, but...

🍓 Author's Note:... I love it a lot, and it gives me Joel-dealing-with-technology vibes. So I rewrote a few parts (because girly wasn't that good neither) and decided to give it to you all 🩷

The early morning sunlight gently lightens up your living room.

You're on your yoga mat practicing when your YouTube video is interrupted with a phone call.

It's Joel, and considering he's always finding reasons to call you, you don't find it strange.

You answer with a sweet and dragged "Hii".

"Hey baby, are you home?" You notice his voice slightly breathy.

"Yeah, doing some yoga, why?"

It takes him a second too long to respond, but when he does...

"Does that mean you're in yoga pants?" He asks, and you can see his grin on the other side of the phone.

"No. That means I'm still in my pijamas." You play along with it.

You love it.

"Oh, that's even better." He says, and you laugh.

Joel can sometimes be... Something else.

He is this overworked and low-key grumpy middle aged man who seems to almost exclusively be in a bad mood. But no matter how hard you try — and quite honestly, you were certainly not trying — to hate the man, you just can't.

The only times you've ever seen him smile were when he was with his daughter.

And he seems to each day be less and less in a bad mood since you two got together.

"Why does it sound like you're running?" You ask, as he grunts and his breathing gets even more laborious.

"Oh, I'm walking actually, just left the grocery store." He says.

"Are you coming over?" You ask, thinking of why he didn't go to his house, or took his car instead of walking to your place.

"Yeah, I'm gonna give you some strawberries."

Strawberries?

"Why are you bringing me strawberries?" You ask, chuckling.

"I've bought too many, and I won't need all of them. So I'm giving them to you!" He says enthusiastically.

And part of you believe him, but part of you certainly doesn't. You just can't tell when he's being honest and when he's messing with you.

"Oh, alright. Waiting for you then." You say sweetly.

You're gonna let him think he's fooling you.

"Be right there to help you out with those shorts." He answers.

Not even five minutes after you spoke to Joel on the phone, your interphone rings.

You answer it, and the doorman greets you by your last name.

"Hi, Miss. Joel is down here, can I let him up?"

"Hi, hum... does he have something with him?" You ask, trying to find out if he wasn't lying to you.

"Hum, he has two boxes." The doorman answers.

"Big boxes?" You ask.

"Kinda big, yes. He looks a bit tired too." He adds, whispering the last part so Joel wouldn't hear it.

"Tired from carrying these over!" You hear Joel's voice shout in the distance.

You hear the doorman and Joel laugh.

"Ask him what's inside the boxes, please."

"Right. Sir, what's inside the boxes?"

"Oh, she knows what's inside the boxes. Strawberries! Just let me go up, c'mon!" Joel shouts again, loud enough for you to hear.

"Can I let him up?" The poor doorman asks.

"Yes, let him up. Thank you, sorry for the whole thing." You say, apologetically.

"It's alright, miss. I've gotten used to the two of you." He says laughing.

"Ask her to wait for me with the door open, please, these are kinda heavy." Joel asks the doorman, his voice enough to reach the interphone.

"Sure. Did you hear that, miss?" He asks.

"Yeah, I did, thank you. Will be waiting. Have a nice day, thanks and sorry again!"

"My pleasure, have a nice day too!" He says and hangs up.

You open your apartment door and look at the elevator, that stays almost in front of it. Not even a minute later, it stops and the door opens, revealing a heavy breathing Joel, holding two huge boxes of strawberries.

"Hey." He says casually, grinning — or was him laughing at the confused expression in your face?

"What...?" You whisper, looking at the boxes.

"Let me in, they're heavy." He pants and you let him enter, closing the door behind you.

"Why did you buy all these strawberries?"

"Not important." He dismisses you. "Remember how I said I was gonna give you half the strawberries I bought?"

"Yes?" You ask, dragging the word, afraid of the answer.

He looks at you, then at the box. Then at you again, a wide smile on his face.

You get it, but deep down you don't want to believe it.

"I'm actually giving you almost all of it!"

"WHAT?!" You almost yell.

"I know!" He almost yells back.

"Joel why did you buy all these strawberries?"

"Because I know how much you love strawberries!" He says while going to the other side of your island, sitting on one of your stools.

He is laughing and you just know he is lying straight to your face.

"Joel, there are two boxes, each of five kilograms of strawberries on top of my counters. You don't want me to believe you thought I would have any recipe that requires fucking ten kilograms of strawberries, did you?"

"See? Means you can make more than one recipe!" He says, laughing.

"JOEL?!" You almost scream, trying not to laugh, biting the smile forming on your lips.

"Smoothies, cakes, pies, strawberry covered with chocolate, you love those!" He says, and you take a deep breath, not believing the man in front of you.

"Joel! How did you end up with all these strawberries?" You ask, breathing deeply to stay calm and not laugh anymore.

Nor jump on his neck.

He hesitates a bit before answering.

"I bought them using the app you told me about." He starts. "But I didn't know how it worked, so I got the sizes wrong, and when I received them at home... I didn't know what to do." He admits, his cheeks red.

"You said you were coming from the grocery store." You say, confused.

"Lied. Thought you would maybe believe that it was a surprise…?" He says, shrugging, his big brown eyes glistening while he looked at you.

You were holding your laugh inside this whole time. But now, seeing the defeated look in his face, you can't help but burst into laughter.

He stares at you.

"What?" He asks, his own embarrassed laugh slipping in.

"How did you mistake the sizes?"

"I thought I was buying two boxes of 500 grams, not 5 kilograms. It was one for me and Sarah and one for you." He says, laughing a bit at his own mistake. "I was thinking you could make her ice cream and that cake she likes. And then there would still be some left for you." He pauses. "But now there's gonna be a lot left from it." He laughs.

You think it's adorable that he was actually buying one box for each of you.

That he wants you to bake for Sarah.

You walk towards him, cupping his face in your hands.

"I would have loved to see the delivery person's face when you saw the boxes." You say and laughs, thinking about how confused he must have looked.

"Sarah saw it, she said it was pretty funny." He admits, laughing.

"How can you be so silly, old man?" You ask, running your fingers through his soft, slowly greying hair.

"Don't know, maybe I was thinking about you when I bought the boxes. Got distracted." He grabs your hips, pulling you closer, placing his right thigh in between your legs.

"Oh, it's my fault, then?" You ask, rolling your hips softly, rubbing yourself on him.

"Kinda, yeah." He smiles.

"And how can I make it up to you?" You ask, pulling his hair softly.

"Well, you know… maybe… I don't know… you could help me clear my mind." He suggests, squeezing your hips.

"Would love to." You say before kissing your man.

You truly love just how... Unpredictable Joel can be sometimes.

Hope you liked it, it brings a smile to my face everytime I read it.

Have a nice day, besties 🩷

Masterlist 🩷

[wehaveimagineshere]

~If I die before I wake~

Astarion x G/N reader

This is a collab between Ren & Frost and this fic is just straight up sad. Read at your discretion. Based off this TikTok

You and Astarion have been together for years, but now it’s time for you to go. Astarion decided to go with you

CW: DEATH & SUICIDE

You and Astarion had known each other now for what felt like an eternity. Blissful, beautiful years full of love and hardships that you came over together

You had gotten married after a few years. It was beautiful and everything you both had ever wanted

~~

It’s an outside wedding that started just after sunset. The final hues of orange and pink fading into black, the stars starting to shine brightly in the sky

Everyone you both loved and felt like family were there

Your fingers twitch the curtains again, Shadowheart smacking them away with a huff. "Try again and I swear I will rip your very expensive attire."

"Shadowheeaarrrttt," you whine, twining your fingers together nervously. "I'm so curious. I want to see!"

"And I want to keep my head." Crossing her arms, she gives you a look. "Astarion told me to keep you here until it's time to walk, so that's what I'll do."

"You're doing what Astarion tells you?"

Sighing to the heavens, she rolls her eyes. "For today I am, gods help me."

Chuckling, you give your friend a once over. Decked out in a gossamer black dress with a beautiful silver lined bodice with layered skirts and see through sleeves, you'd think she was the one getting married. Flashing a quick smile, you quickly follow it up with another sigh. "I'm going to go crazy if this doesn't start soon."

"You're already crazy, marrying a vampire." Smacking your hand away as you go to mess with your hair, she hisses, "If you make one strand of hair out of place after I spent two hours getting it right we will have problems."

Giving her a pout and raising your hands up in surrender, you start pacing. You get three laps in before Wyll pokes his head into the room, the biggest smile you've ever seen painting his face. "It's time."

"Thank the gods," you say as Shadowheart links her arm with yours.

Swinging the door open, Wyll's eyes soften as he looks at you. "You're breathtaking. You're going to make everyone out there fall to their knees."

"I outdid myself, I know," chimes Shadowheart with a smug smile, patting down your outfit proudly. "We went to every boutique in the city before we settled on this."

Quietly, Wyll says as you pass, "You're going to bring him to tears."

As you walk down, the only thing you can focus on is the beautiful man you’re in love with, tears streaming down his cheeks as he smiles and looks as you

You feel your eyes burn as tears also flow down your face. Your eyes start to blur the closer you get to the alter. Astarion reaches out for you and the moment you take his hand, you feel complete

You’re hardly listening to the words the officiator is saying. All you can focus on is Astarion’s warm hand and his beautiful ruby red eyes staring at you with so much love that it makes you feel a bit bashful

You were so lost in each other that Gale had to clear his throat to get you back into the present. You both say I do and when you kiss, you know you never want to be apart from him

~~

Several years have passed since then. You had moved into a nice cozy home in Baldur’s Gate and even adopted the two stray cats you’ve seen; Myshka and Malta. Though they have a great fondness for you, they both greatly dislike Astarion

They’ll even take most of his side of the bed from time to time, leaving him to sleep on the tiny little sliver they leave for him. He tried to move them once, but you discovered scratches all over his hand the next morning

But your blissful time together was entering its final chapter. You were growing older. While Astarion never changed, you became more lethargic. More and more gray hairs taking over your natural color until one day that’s what your hair was

You had become extremely weak. The old age you had reached took a toll on your body. Skin sagging off your bones, your legs unable to withhold your weight without Astarion’s assistance

It breaks his heart to see you this way. He knows your time is coming. Seeing you become but a shell of yourself over time takes a toll on him. He doesn’t want to lose you. He can’t lose you

Staring at the food with tears in your eyes, you know this is it. It's too hard to lift your hands to grab the fork, too hard to lift it to your mouth, too hard to chew, to swallow. Even breathing had become a conscious effort - in, out, in, out.

Sniffing, you relax into the pillows propped behind your back, letting the tears fall before Astarion returns. For years you've felt yourself failing, and even now when you're at your dregs, you can't help the squeezing in your chest.

You'll be leaving him.

An inevitability, you've both known. But so easy to ignore the marching of time.

No longer.

Blinking the tears out of your eyes as the door opens - you couldn't hear his footsteps - and watching as your husband steps in, eyes darting to the untouched food, you place your hands together and smile. "Welcome back." Your voice is so raspy, even to your own ears.

"You haven't touched your food." Sitting down beside you, he takes the fork. "Do you need help?"

You go to shake your head, but find no energy to do so. "Astarion..." Darting your eyes away, you say quietly, "I can't."

You know his face falls. "What?"

"I can't anymore." Looking at your hands, you elaborate, "I'm... I'm too tired. To chew. Swallowing is hard. And... I'm not hungry."

You feel those tears again, threatening to spill onto the blankets, the hand he wraps around yours, but you hold it back. Even as all the adventures you had together, all the stolen kisses and shared smiles and echoing laughter play behind your eyes. Shadowheart first pointing out Malta, Gale teaching Astarion a cantrip and stating it was the worst decision of his life even on his deathbed, Halsin leading you both on hikes, Jaheira taking everyone out on the town until everyone was so drunk they couldn't stand up.

A life, full of new and routine, love and companionship.

Feeling gentle fingers brush your chin, your eyes are guided to Astarion's, and what you see there threatens to break you.

It’s then that he decides he’s going to join you in the afterlife. There’s absolutely no way he could love another as viciously and passionately as he’s loved you

He had been contemplating it for a while anyway

He brings up how you two first met. Both of you chuckling as you remember him tackling you to the ground and holding a knife to your throat. How he almost killed you the first time he drank your blood. Who would’ve ever thought that you two would fall in love and spend your life together as you have

You smile to yourself as you lean your head on him, suddenly exhausted. Your heart is slowing. Tears spring to Astarion’s eyes as he realizes you aren’t going to make it through the night

He slowly lifts you from his shoulder as he turns to fully face you. You look into his beautiful eyes. Eyes that have always been so beautiful and have shown you so many emotions

He leans in to gently press a kiss on your wrinkled lips. The kiss is full of emotion and love. After a moment you both pull back and he tells you how much he loves you. That he wishes he was able to turn you back then so that you could spend an eternity together

The only regret he’ll ever have about not ascending is the fact you’d never be together forever. He knows he made the right choice. But he can’t help but be full of emotion and regret in these last moments you’ll ever have together

You tell him that it’s okay. That you know you’ll reincarnate and you’ll try your best find him again. He feels a pang of guilt surge through him

You don’t know that he’s going to follow you when you go. He doesn’t have it in him to tell you, but he knows that he must. There’s no secrets between you, and he’s not going to start now

When he tells you, tears spring to your eyes. You slowly, painfully, turn your whole body towards him and tell him that he can’t do that. He doesn’t deserve that. He deserves to find love after you’re gone

He smiles sadly and tells you that there’s nothing else for him here, you were the only reason he had a reason to live. The only reason why he wanted to live

You can see in his eyes that he is determined to do this. That he won’t budge no matter how much you cry and plea for him to stay alive. You look away and shake your head as the tears begin to fall

You don’t want him to follow you. You want him to live and be free. To find new love and go on new adventures

He reaches over and wipes the tears off your cheeks. You turn to him and give him the most heartbreaking smile. Tears start to well up in his eyes and you both look at each other with so much love that’s now bittersweet

You wish you could live forever with him. What was a rocky start has turned into the most beautiful love story anyone could ask for. So you tell him okay. And that you’ll be waiting for him on the other side

As you both lay down in your bed he leans over and kisses you again. Softly, passionately. He knows this is the last kiss he’ll ever receive from you. He kisses you over and over, not wanting to part from you as he hears your heart struggling to keep beating

After a moment he pulls back and kisses you on your forehead. He takes you into his arms and whispers sweet nothings into your ear and you start to drift to sleep

Astarion can’t will himself to rest. His mind is racing a mile a minute, thinking about all the memories you’ve had together while feeling your body start to turn cold. Your blood flow slowing. Your heart had finally given out

It's so quiet.

So, so quiet.

A quiet he hasn't experienced in so long. A silence that pressed on him when punished under Cazador, trapped in a coffin, screaming, begging to be let out and answered with such a profound silence that stripped him to nothing.

This silence, though. This is worse.

So, so much worse.

The scream, the guttural, anguished scream that rips from his throat makes the very house shake. His fingers curl into claws as he grips you - gentle, always so gentle - and it's all he can do to keep himself from coming apart completely.

It's unbearable, the silence.

It's not until this moment where he realizes how much comfort your heartbeat had given him. Had become. How he could pinpoint your heartbeat within a crowd, no matter how big. How he'd wake up and hear that thrum and find a peace he never thought he'd ever have.

A peace he's lost, now. A peace now forever out of reach.

A shaky inhale is all he has as he turns to look. Your face, once always full of life and emotion, now only has a small smile. If it wasn't so quiet, so quiet, he would think you were just sleeping, and in an hour he would see the stars in your eyes as you looked at him.

Light taps at the windows, starting to lighten the night, and he knows he doesn't have much time left. A detached sort of numbness overcomes his heart as he stands up, walks to the closet, and takes out your favorite sweater. It doesn't matter anymore, he knows he knows, but you can't ever be cold, ever be uncomfortable.

The weight threatens to cripple him as he slips your arms in. As he slides the material over your head, careful to not mess up your hair. As he lifts you gently to pull down the edges.

It's when he brushes hair from your forehead that he realizes his hands are wet. His arms, too.

Distantly, he touches his face.

Wet.

Gently, he lifts your body into his arms and walks outside. The cold, crisp morning breeze biting his cheeks as he sets you down on a bench you have on your patio. Your head falling listlessly against his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you

He takes your now cold hand into his, rubbing your knuckles as he looks out to the scenery. The sun starting to rise above the mountains. It was the most beautiful place to live. And an even more beautiful place to enter the afterlife

It was this view, he remembers, that had you picking this house.

"I know you can't really see it," you'd laughed, throwing your arms up and gesturing toward the horizon painted in black, "but the dawn here is something to die for."

As the sky starts to turn a brighter color he sits there in silence. He’s never been more sure of anything in his life, except for being with you

The first touch of sunlight makes him flinch, a small, brief, hollow echo of self preservation pinging down an empty tunnel as he sits there. Feels the heat of the sun once more on his skin.

Feels it burn.

His eyes turn to that horizon you'd boasted about, and he must agree that you were right.

Reaching up, splaying a hand, he watches as the sunlight edges his fingers in gold. Even as they burn, turning black, ash catching in the wind.

His gaze turns to you, always turns to you. It's been so long since he's seen the sun in your hair, lightening your features. Pressing his lips to your temple, wondering briefly how much of his body remains, he drinks in your smile, the quiet of this moment, the color of the world.

The world you helped him see. The world you helped him explore.

One last time, he breathes you in deep, the scent of your shampoo tickling his nose. Your laughter echoing in his memory as the wind steals the rest of him, dusting him across the yard.

A golden wedding band falls to the ground at your still feet, wobbling along its round edges before coming to a stop.

[a-shrieking-cloud-of-bats]

DF Posting: KingChannels - Year 3

Here we are again. Much belated on account of me having an awful head cold for most of the past two weeks.

The beginning of the defensive layer, which, as time has gone on, has only gotten less solid. Regardless I think having room to retreat behind corners when archers come a knocking will be helpful.

We left last year with the trade depot Almost complete, and the defensive layer, starting up. Happy to say we made a lot of progress on both, but a lot happened so we'll start from the top.

Early on the elven caravan arrived; I personally have no abnormal distaste for the elves (even if selecting everything in a bin except the bin is obnoxious), but we didn't have any trade goods because I'd not decided to, you know, make any, on account of sheets being wanted next year. So we didn't really get anything, not that they brought much. Not even very many animals. Very dissapointing honestly. Didn't even get a screenshot.

Our starter library. We probably won't need it anymore after we start getting the tower constructed but that could be a while. I set a scholar to work here after I made it as well, and installed a table later on.

In the meantime we made a starter library for our scholarly pursuits to begin in earnest, rather then waiting for the tower to start construction. It's small, but it'll work. We assigned Ingish Arzesidan as scholar, our old woodcutter. She honestly loves it and is constantly getting good thoughts from debating and pondering, though these are somewhat offset by her bad thoughts from not practicing a craft. Thems the breaks. Around this time I also started making clothes from our pig tail fiber, to ensure our in fort child would have clothing. Also so anyone whose clothes rot off can get a new set.

Our first scholar.

After all that hubbub we almost immediately got a migrant wave; 9 dwarves, 2 melee dwarves for the military, and a High Master Surgeon, very nice. This reminded me we needed to make a hospital. My idea is to build it on the ground floor, likely near the cistern, hopefully out of the way of any trouble in the event anyone needs to be brought to it during combat. It'll also make getting the water from the cistern to the nearly required hospital well less of a pain in the butt.

The first two are our melee dwarves and the last is the surgeon.

Around the time of the migrant wave we got another Child Strange Mood; it finished around the time we finished sorting otu the migrant wave as Ablel Regezar only grabbed two apple wood logs. He made, adorably, a toy axe, Desiszisang. During the course of this year I caught several dwarf children playing with it so at least it's getting use!

The fort's most popular toy. And... only toy, now that I'm thinking about it.

Of note; all this happened in Early Spring. This was a very rapid fire series of events, but things slow down a bit henceforth. Not before finding a mysterious vomit trail from the trade depot to the first floor of the fortress entrance. Probably a dwarf that'd been underground long enough to get cave adapted. I didn't see any sign of combat, anyway, so it's not an injury at least. Regardless the fort now has its first streak of green mess. There will be many more.

Every fort, by the end of the run, is usually just covered in blood and puke. This is small potatoes.

Taking up the next large swathe of time was mostly me digging to find ores, rather then for fortress construction, with the completion of a stockpile I was digging near the metal processing area to store ore and coal. During this time I'd noticed unhappy dwarves were looking pretty intimidating, I think it hit a high of 16 which is more then a third of our fort. You've gotta nip this in the bud so in a mostly ineffectual attempt to do that I made some meals. Mostly quarry bush leaves, but higher food quality = happier dwarf. Unfortunately we don't really have a lot of edible wildlife, I've only seen ravens and they're too small to butcher and a pain to catch besides. Maybe one day we'll be eating raven eggs, but it seems like a bit too much trouble for now.

all of my mining floors start like this. I want people to be able to move through them well in the event I use them for something more important then burial site.

We hit Lignite and Iron shortly below where I started digging exploratorily. Very good sign; if we can find flux we've got steel, which is fantastic. That'll handily take care of most of our fortress defense needs, at least as far as we can hope for. We also found kaolinite which will make us some high quality ceramic stuff when I set it up. I also intend to use the exploratory digging tunnels for most of our burial slabs; it just feels appropriate to me.

During all this, the work on the defensive layer was moving along. The windows on the left are Gem windows, and we'll be layering some fortifications over hte front of them to ensure noone just breaks in through those windows. Eventually patrols or watch animals will keep an eye out through there to let us know when goblins or kobolds are skulking around. Hopefully, anyway.

It was around this time I realized my military squads had Never Stopped Training. I looked into a bit of stuff regarding the new UI and it turns out they've been on manual training, never stop mode, for like a year now. That's probably why everyone's so pissed off. I fix that and indeed the bad moods at the fort start dropping, thankfully. THe summer migrant wave also hit, 8 dwarves. A high master metalcrafter, a high master furnace operator, and a middling papermaker. Normally the papermaker would be on hauling duty, but given we're making a library... hmm. Two randos from the wave got drafted into our military squad making an even 10. Training can Really start now. Especially now that they're doing advanced training and teaching and sparring and such. They don't do that on manual evidently.

Once more, oru new Local Celebrities. I also assigned another dwarf to scholarship around this time I believe; Kadol Usenvabok. We'll probably worry more about the scholars when the tower goes up because if I keep posting dwarf thoughts we're gonna hit the image cap.

Seconds after this migrant wave the high master metalcrafter enters a secretive mood. Looks like we're getting a legendary metalcrafter. Honestly sort've stinks; he was allmost there anyway. Regardless, he goes to work. After some livestock butchery, he makes an Artifact Silver Chain out of Horse Leather, Chert Blocks, a Silver Bar, and cut bloodstones. Pretty nice sounding, and we can definitely find a use for it somewhere. Probably put it in a well, but maybe we can find some sort've novel use for it in the tower. It Is silver after all.

Pretty Good.

As we moved into autumn, I realized we were running out of food for some reason. Had the realization we weren't growing any plump helmets in autumn for some reason, so I fixed that. Also set about to making another still, as the population was getting quite hefty and a single still probably wouldn't be cutting it for much longer. As time went on it stabilized, and later in the year restocked itself so we're good again. Crisis Averted.

Shortly before the caravan arrived there were officially enough farmers in the fort to qualify for a farmer's guild. I immediately set about making one of the rooms I Dug out for specifically this purpose into a farmer's guild, and everyone was happy about it. Farmer dwarves will talk about farming in there, along with just generally socializing. It'll slowly increase their skills in various farming aptitudes. It's great.

The Dwarven caravan arrives annnnnd I forgot to make trade goods. God damn. I quickly hammer out some rock rings and buy some iron bars, using them to make a weapon for the militia. Need stuff sooner then later, and we're not exactly short on iron. The liason requested Amulets, which is great for us and I Immediately set on that to avoid this problem next year. I make our standard selection of military grade metals and silver.

Around this time enough work on the cistern got done for me to be comfortable draining the pond, finally. I wanted to get constructed stuff in there sooner rather then later because... I like constructed stuff. No dirty hole water here.

the top floor hadn't been walled in yet but I did take care of that over the rest of the year.

I love a bit of fluid mechanics in DF so this excited me. I've actually not done a lot of it, but I love the concept. We'll probably need another pool or two before it'll have enough loaded in to make its way to the hospital well, but it rains all the time here, so it shouldn't be too long. Since we've got enough standing water in the cistern too (about a full z level), we can just dump in whatever we can get and it'll be stored too, so that's nice.

Anyway the autumn migrant wave hits annnnnnd we got two dwarves. I forgot I had the migrant cap lowered to a pitiful 50 due to a previous fort I ran, so that's my bad, Yet Again. I raise it to 100. The two dwarves were not notable in any way. I also assign a scribe to our library to copy the books we do have.

As we trundle on towards winter, a child is posessed, which has become a commonplace enough occurrence that I honestly wasn't particularly interested. More livestock died to feed the leather requirement, and he got wood, bones and leather.

Before he finished his artifact, however, a werehare broke into the depot. He immediately bites down on Logem Urvaddatan, our freshly recruited high master surgeon, and shakes him to bits.

So much for that hospital. KingChannelses first fatality. Brutal.

There were two militadwarves nearby at the time so they immediately set to attacking the werehare (with picks?? why do you people have picks equipped you're not miners), and he goes down pretty unceremoniously, being an unarmored, roughly human size, enemy.

During the scuffle however, a militadwarf was bitten. This means they are now a werehare, and they Will be hostile to their fellow dwarves when they turn.

The bitten militiadwarf on the left, Iden Eshtanmubun and more competent combat on the right.

Me, not willing to create isolation chambers for bitten dwarves, and not wanting to have to deal with this guy popping off every quarter of a year, elect to banish him. Iden Eshtanmubun has no family in the fort, so nobody is going with him. He's upset, but what's he gonna do, come back as a werehare to take revenge? Hopefully not. He was actually also a aprt of the wave the surgeon came in on, so I guess the wave was just cursed. We'll have to keep an eye on Ablel Dumatdeleth, I Suppose.

After all of the drama and our first death, the child finishes his artifact, a horse bone pick. Maybe someone will actually use it. I kind've don't care right now kid I'm sorry.

I am normally quite happy about equippable artifacts, even if they're shit, but a pick is pretty hard to equip on purpose and they all behave the same regardless of material.

After processing all this I realized our defensive layer is pretty much done, our wall is done, our trade depot is done, it's time to build that overhang. I don't think the werehare climbed in over the wall but better safe then sorry. Unfortunaetly, while trying to do this, I realize my wall is too close to the edge of the map to build an overhang. So we have to rebuild half of it. Ugh.

In the shadow of death we find.... more menial labor. As usual, I guess.

I immediately stat making another layer of the wall on the relevant sides inside the fort. We'll worry about tearing down the outside layer later. I'd rather have a wall people can climb over then no wall at all. This in and of itself takes about til the end of the season, so we'll carry on with other stuff, though the death was the last major event of the year.

Other then some boring logistical stuff (we ran out of chert I can't color coordinate until I mine more rarrrr), the rest of the year was pretty quiet. We found some Green Jade, a 20 value gem, which is Very nice, we found more iron on the living floor, while expanding it for future waves, which I mined out, and our scribe made a copy of our one book, The Way of the Path of the Moon. Or whatever. It was something like that.

As the year drew to a close, the baby born in fort grew to a child and learned to walk on his own. He is no longer at risk of being used as a shield by his mother, and they ran out into the snow and immediately got pissed off about being snowed on. Thanks kid. She can now harvest and haul stuff, so she'll be a minor help for the next.... 15 years. Frankly if we see her grow to be an adult that alone is a fantastic run.

Baby Lolor Rimtarilir, like all dwarves, immediately knows where the clothes are upon gaining locomotion. She's also pissed off because of the snow. Get in line Lolor.

Along with the baby becoming independent, our initial Scholar, Ingish, became an astronomor. He's officially studied the book about the moon's path enough to gain a title. Our mental pursuits are looking up.

A monumentous occasion given the goal of our fort. We need more eggheads. They're chopping a tree right now but rest assured they are very intelligent.

And that's that. A death, a lot of construction and a working cistern; that will continue, but we are pulling up on the end of Surface construction not involving the tower, at least, maybe another couple of years? Hopefully we'll have sterling silver production in hand by then.

Next years goals are finally get that cistern loaded up with water and giving our dwarves an indoor well, Finish The Damn Wall, and hopefully find flux and start steel production. Also hopefully we find silver. I guess if we can't find any silver on site a ceramic tower might be good. And very silly. Same color anyway. We'll see.

Until Next Year. Our fortunes rise and fall together.