#idk where they came up with this idea but i am very much enjoying getting to draw it

[cyphochillus]

more of my partner's dr. horrible gego au... + the one from earlier so they are all together ^^;

they said they picture this taking place with their dynamic after the kfc break up?? do with that information what you will

[star-xxx1]

Cervix kisses 18+

Stalker! Pervert! Best friend! Natasha x fem!reader.

Warnings: G!p Natasha, dub-con, Somo, masterbation, a bit of a breeding kink, dom Natasha, praise kink and degradation kink, stalking, pantie stealing, pictures (idk what to call it), groping, mommy kink.

A/n: In order of kinktober, even though I am not doing it I thought I should at least do one, right? Natasha is a lot of things here.

A faint luminescence emanated throughout the void, casting ghostly shadows on the walls and floor. soft, guttural sounds along with heavy panting filled the room. Your name gentle rolling off Natashas tounge as she moved her hand frantically up and down on her thick shaft. The sound of water running and skin slapping echoed in the room, providing a sensual backdrop to Natasha's lewd performance. She continued to watch you through the hidden camera that she had installed In your shower, capturing your evey move.

You hummed to yourself while scrubbing your body with the soapy loofah, having no idea that you were be watched. A pair of your panties were wrapped around Natashas dick as she jerked off to the site of your beautiful body, wishing it were your soft hand instead of hers. You had no clue that they were in the hands of your bestfriend. You thought you had just lost them around the house. Natasha stole them whilst you were sleeping, on one of your many sleepovers you guys enjoyed. She sniffed them before stuffing them into her bag, the smell of your prefect pussy lingering on them causing her strained cock to become even harder.

Her eyes glued to the screen, her hand squeezing her pulsating sex harder. her breathing hitching as she neared climax. she threw her head back into the soft, fluffy pillow with a moan and arched her spine, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wide. Thick ropes of cum squirting out and drenching your panties. Natasha's body shuddered under the force of her orgasm, eyes squeezed tightly shut as she rode out the intense sensation. Finally, she opened them again, focusing on your figure in the shower once more.

"See you soon, pretty girl." She whispered out, throwing your cum soaked panties to the side. She shut the laptop. Standing up to shower herself, getting ready for the sleepover that you both planned today.

Two hands roughly grabbed your waist. It was the only sensation you could feel. The white soft bedding was nothing compared to Natasha's hands on your body. She pulled you into her front as you wrapped your arm around, entangling your legs together. She kissed your rosy cheek, and you smiled. "What did you love most about today?" Your voice came out smooth as slik.

They was so much to pick out of. The time when you needed help getting your bra off, and you exposed your back to Natasha asking her to unclip it. She pulled you down onto her lap abruptly. She wasn't embarrassed that she knew you could feel her hard on, biting her lip to stifle a moan at the pressure, as she aided you. Or when you bent over numerous times to get stuff out of the counters. Or when you need her help to reach something, she grabbed your hips and lifted you, pining you against the marbel counter with her crotch, whilst her hands roamed up dangerous, close to your plush boobs. Or...

There was just so much that Natasha got to go with you today, being able to touch you in places where you wouldn't allow anyone else to. You and Natasha had a very flirty friendship and were so comfortable with each other. You would pee with the door open, get dressed in front of her, share all your secrets, and she would do all the same back to you. Only if you knew that it only fueled her sexual desire to break you into her toy, dominate you, be your only source of comfort. And even in the friendish zone, she controlled you. It was like you were both obsessed with each other, telling each other every detail. The number of times that you had been mistaken as her girlfriend were astronomical because of how lovey you guys were for 'just friends', but you couldn't lie. You definitely had caught feeling for the redhead, maybe even more...

"I don't have a favourite. I love doing everything with you." She whispered into the cold night air. "Aw, that's sweet and kinda cheesy." You joked out. She chuckled and held you closer. "Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, Natty." You nuzzled your head into Natashas chest. Her clothed breasts develop your face whole.

Natasha adored your light snores. She found them adorable. Her hand coming down to caress the smooth swell of your ass, which stuck out of your flimsy sleep shorts. 'I bet you're so nice and tight,' she thought to herself, squeezing the soft flesh. She couldn't help but fanitise about you. Your curves and your shape were perfect in Nat's eyes.

"Natasha." The name came tumbling from your mouth In a moan like manner. She stared at you, wondering if you had woken up and felt her rough hands on your ass. But no, you were still fast asleep. "Dreaming about me, princess?" She whispered into your ear, carefully biting it.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and got up for the bed, making sure not to wake you up. Natasha carefully turned you on okay the back, lifting up your shirt. Your pretty pink nipples are standing tall and proud. "So precious." She cooed. She lovingly kissed your breasts valley.

Natasha started taking pictures of your bare breasts, and you cute buds. Your ass too. She couldn't wait to add this to her collection of your body. She had them on her phone to view at any time, pictures on her wall that she took down when you came over, and in scrapbooks. She just loved you very much.

After taking around 30 pictures, she stopped, getting back into the comfy bed and wrapping her arms around you. She stared at your boobs. Her hard on getting painful. "You look so peaceful when sleeping, princess." Her hands ducking into her boxers, pulling out her thick cock.

"Natasha." Came the name out your plump lips again, your unconscious form shifting a bit. "I know, baby, it will all be okay." She fake pouted. Natasha moved your legs apart, settling in between them. Rubbing your clothed pussy.

"I've been waiting so long for you, baby." Natasha dragged the cotton materiel down your legs. Looking down at your panties, she saw the thick layer of slick. your pussy glistening in the moonlight. "A wet dream, huh?" She teased. She came to hover above you, each hand planted firmly beside your head. She stared at your soft face, kissing your forehead. "This is going to be so good doll."

She smirks as she positions her cock at your dripping entrance. With a gentle push, she slides into your wet pussy, filling you up. She groaned and bit her lip to contain herself. Slowly and gently, she begins to thrust into you, her hands running up and down your sides soothingly as she takes you slowly. her breath warm against your neck as she continues her slow, sensual rhythm. The tip of her cock rubs against your sensitive inner walls, causing tiny jolts of pleasure to run through you. You suddenly jolted awake with a loud moan. Natasha's eyes flashed as she saw you wake up, She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered.

"Baby, you're tight." her meaty shaft sending sharp waves of pleasure shooting through your body. "Fuck yes baby, mommy's cock is deep inside you. You feel so good wrapped around me."

You couldn't stop the moans that spilt out of you as the redhead used you for her pleasure. You tried to wiggle away, but her strong hands firmly held you in place. "Natty!" You gasped out as she slapped your thigh. "You can't fucking run slut" her hand came to cover your mouth, preventing your cries. Salty Tears rolled down your face, not from fear, no pleasure. "You promise to be good?" Her hips came to a halt, you let out a loud muffled whine, as you nodded profusely. Natasha laughed at your pathetic little self. her breath warm against your skin. She let go of your face, her fingers moving to play with your nipples gently as she begins building up the intensity as she goes. Your arms go to wrap around her back, holding her close.

Feeling your arms wrap around her, Natasha leans into the embrace, her body flush against yours. Her thrusts become deeper and harder now, pushing herself fully inside you with each stroke. "That's it, baby. Take mommy's big cock." You moans mixed together like a lustful harmony. "Fuck, you feel so good," Natasha groans out, her hips pushing into yours with more force as she hits deep inside you once again. "Mommy loves you, baby girl." She peppered your forehead with kisses as your mind slowly started to drift off into a land full of pleasure.

"I love you too." You whimper out.

"My little cumdump," She smirks, a calculating bossiness lacing her tone. Her hips begin to grind against yours once more, taking control of their shared rhythm. "You're so fucking sexy when you take my cock like this. You want me to fill this pretty pussy with my babies?" Her cock tip perfectly kissing your cervix sending pleasure through out your body as you clawed at her back. "Mommy!" You cried out, her cock nuzzled perfectly into you. Natasha's nails dig into your hips as she leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue dives into your mouth, exploring and claiming territory as she continues to pound into you. "Letting you best friend fuck you like this? Such a desperate whore." She said looking down at your, with was twisted in pleasure. "Y-your whore." You stutter out. Becoming nothing more but a mindless bitch for the addicting redhead. Natasha chuckles softly as she feels you start to twitch and squirm beneath her, her thrusts becoming more erratic and intense as she nears the edge herself. "That's it, baby. Let mommy watch your pretty face as you cum."

She groans out, her hips bucking wildly as she feels your cum surrounding her cock. Then, with one powerful thrust, she releases herself into you, filling you up with her hot seed as you scream in pleasure. She pants heavily, her body shuddering from the intense orgasm. Her eyes meet yours, filled with satisfaction and love. Natasha smiles softly as she feels your body shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Her hips continue to grind against yours, her cock still buried deep inside you as she rides out her own pleasure. She pulls out of you, leaving your trembling body, your abused cunt sticky with combined fluids. "That was quite the show, baby girl."

"Natasha." You whined out feeling vulnerable after being fucked so harshly by her.

"Shhh." She soothed you.

You felt your pussy gaping, her cum dripping out of you. You whined as you felt your sensitive body begin pulled and up manhandled. She sat you in her lap, your eyes heavily. But before you fell into sweet sleep, you heard your best friends voice. "Can I get a kiss, baby?" You nodded, eyesight hazy. You captured her lips in a sweet, lovingly kiss before falling deep alseep, fucked out. She chuckled and kissed your forehead before lifting up your limp body and taking you to the bathroom. She was going to give you the best aftercare since you were now her perfect princess. Well, you always were.

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[haikyu-mp4]

Congratz for the milestone!! Your event is soo cute btw! If you dont mind i am applying with tsukki, i am organized and flexible* Idk if i did it right but i hope you enjoy writing it!

thank you very much!! you're hired, lovely individual <3 *I only intended for suggestive to be used in coworker scenarios and it didn't fit the idea I had, so please excuse the lack of suggestiveness:)

Pressure point

Tsukishima is your friend and accidentally confesses, for the now hiring! event

word count; 618 – f!reader

Many young adults got a part-time job next to their university studies, and a lesser part of them enjoyed said jobs. You, however, had figured out a way to maximise your profit.

Not only that, but your best friend, Tsukishima Kei, usually spent the evenings you worked in the cafe, studying by the table closest to the cashier so you could throw subtle insults at each other whenever the line cleared up. In your eyes, it couldn’t get any better.

Tsukishima might seem calm, but he had just about had it, watching you flirt with these pathetic men who thought they genuinely caught your attention.

At first, he found it amusing how you coaxed them into throwing whatever change might be found at the bottom of their backpacks into your tip jar. Your brain was one of your many attractive qualities that made him stick around for so long and develop some feelings along the way.

Unfortunately, it bothered him as he listened to how you could flirt so effortlessly. He was jealous of how they got to bask in your, albeit fake, attention for even a few seconds. It had cost him a couple of study hours, where he would harshly press his pen into the same spot on his paper, trying to shut out the sound of your giggles.

As you were about to lock the door for the day, Tsukki was already standing behind you with his bag hiked up on his shoulder. “You don’t want to wait around today? I won’t take that long,” you queried, slight furrow between your brows.

“I’m not feeling well,” he said, trying not to sound too cold, but he couldn’t help it.

You tilted your head, letting out a small discontent sound. “Then why did you stay for so long?” you asked, and Tsukki looked away from your face.

He mumbled something under his breath and you huffed, locking the door before turning to him with your hands on your hips.

“What was that?”

“How will you flirt when you actually like someone? When you’re not just pretending for some cheap tips?” he asked, hiding his feelings behind a dry laugh.

“Who said I don’t like them?” you challenged, confusion diffusing after Tsukki’s resolve unravelled.

“Oh stop it, there’s no way you’re that tasteless,” he argued, looking like the thought left a nasty taste on his tongue.

You pursed your lips, nodding your head as you decided to switch from your first thought to a more tactical response. “I suppose if I did like someone, I would ask him to hang out with me while I’m at work. Annoy him when I can. Push up his glasses when he’s being a smart-ass,” you insisted, emphasising by lifting your pointer finger to push his glasses up his nose bridge, something you often did to annoy him.

Tsukishima readjusted his glasses and stared at you blankly for a second. He didn’t know what came over him, and he’d forever deny it to anyone you tried to tell the story to, but he put one hand on each of your cheeks and pulled you in for an awkward touch of lips one might call a kiss.

When his hands left your cheeks and he pulled away, you stared at him in amused shock. “Tsukki!”

“I’ll cover the tips with whatever food you want, just stop flirting with anyone else,” he demanded with a frown, while his eyes were flitting between your eyes and your lips.

“Are you asking me out?” He let out a flustered sound, about to turn around and pretend like nothing happened when you got on the tips of your toes to give him another, slightly better kiss.

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[realcube]

NEED you to write more for kiyoomi i am BEGGING

SEA STONE ☽｡⋆

synopsis ☀ you're at the beach with sakusa and play a little prank on him!

tags/tws ☀ omi being sassy smh, mentions of drowning, sappyyyy, timeskip but sfw, maybe ooc idk & fluff

wc ☀ 1.4k

you ask sakusa to go to the beach with you and he agrees. it's that simple.

had atsumu or hinata witnessed that, they'd likely think you used some sort of black magic on him or a mind control spell. and in a way, you do have him in an — almost supernatural — trance. he's utterly bewitched by you.

so if going to beach is what it took to see even a glimpse of that pretty smile of yours, it was infinitely worth. although, as one may imagine, he's not a big fan of the beach. sand clinging to body, blistering heat beating down on him, limited space packed with sweaty bodies, amateaur volleyball; it's all just very unpleasant.

but he finds a way to deal with it. he rolls out his towel and umbrella, to protect him from the sun, and settles down with a good book. though he's only partially reading it, he's mostly watching you frolic through the water and mess around with the damp sand. you were so playful and fun, it enchanted him. occasionally you'd run back up to where he is to plant a kiss on his cheek or ask him to reapply sunscreen on your back, that was his favourite part.

you understood sakusa's adversity to the ocean — there's definitely some gross stuff in there — but you just loved swimming too much. gliding through the cool water, the seaweed tickling your skin and waves crashing gently against you. it's a once-in-a-year experience that you had to enjoy, but if sakusa didn't want to do it with you, that was alright, it was already sweet enough that he agreed to come with you. although he never outright said he didn't want to swim, you got that impression from the fact he was wearing an unbuttoned white shirt and matching trousers.

eventually, the sun began to cast an orange glow as it slowly set over the horizon, and many people had packed their things and left by now, so you figure it's about time you and sakusa do the same. as you're walking back towards him, you feel your ring slip off your finger a bit, but you promptly push it back on.

that is, until you have an idea.

a harmless prank, really. you take your ring off and slip it under the material of your top, then you rush over to sakusa with a frantic expression, to which he looks up with immediate concern.

" 'omi! i think i lost my ring in the ocean and i'm not sure what to do! i swear i had it on me when i came over here the las—"

sakusa hastily places his book down and stands up, resting a hand upon your wet shoulder and quickly interjecting, "don't worry, (y/n). we'll find it."

you nod while clutching your hand, your look downwards, which he assumes is out of shame but really you are trying to hide the evil smirk creeping onto your face.

"do you think it may be in the sand?" he asks, collecting the towel off of the ground to wrap up your poor, trembling figure.

you shake your head, "no, it probably slipped off while i was swimming."

sakusa sighs out of his nose. that is exactly what he didn't want to hear. "alright, honey." without another word, he relucantly starts making his way over to the shore, with you following suit.

just as he reaches it, he bites his lip, standing right before where the sea meets the sand, watching intently as the water spills forward against his toes. you stand behind him, snug in the towel, and prompt, "are we gonna look?"

he looks at you over his shoulder, with a dull glint in his eyes. the ocean is just so disgusting, filled with all sorts of creatures, and he loathed getting wet, it was such an annoyance. but seeing your sweet face, knowing your longing for something, what kind of husband would he be if he didn't at least try to help? he'd do anything to stop you from being sad. though he did momentarily consider perhaps just buying another ring.

without any further delay, sakusa puffed out his chest and rolled up his trousers to his knees and hesitantly stepped into the ocean, cringing at the feeling of sand between his toes. the contaminated water making contact with his pristine white trousers also killed him a little, but it's all worth it for you, to see that smile.

speaking off which, once he was knees-deep, he turned around to look and furrowed his brows when he noticed you hadn't entered yet, "(y/n). aren't you going to look with me?"

you shake your head, wearing a cheesy grin on your face that only confuses him more. "it's okay, kiyoomi. i was only kidding about my ring being lost. look, here it is." you pull it out from it's hiding place and slip it back onto your finger, "i just wanted to see if you would get into the water and help me look for it."

sakusa sighed, again. ususally something like this would piss him off, but you only amused him. "of course i would, (y/n). i'd do anything for you, i thought you knew that."

you blush a tad at your husband's kind words, then motion for him to come out of the water. "you're the best, omi. but you can get out of the water now."

he blinks, looking down at his feet sunk into the sand, "this isn't as bad as i thought. maybe next time we c—"

"no, seriously, omi, get out!—" you try to leap forward and grab his hand to pull him out but it's too late. the big wave you had seen rushing towards you came with such speed and ferocity that it knocked sakusa right off his feet, leading to him falling back into the water.

thankfully, you are able to grab his arm in time to help him upright again, so he isn't submerged for too long. and although some may say you just saved his life, he doesn't look awfully impressed with you after he gasps for air and wipes the salt water away from his eyes, with a single seaweed draped over his shoulder like a very ugly shawl.

fully soaked now, he grits, "let's just go."

rather unbothered by the tide, considering you were already wet from swimming, you nod sympathetically and lock arms with your boyfriend, guiding him back to your stuff while trying your best not to burst out laughing, "good idea."

he huffs and tosses a strand of dripping hair away from his face, "seems like i'm the only one who has those anymore."

"you've been spending too much time with atsumu. his attitude has really rubbed off on you." you titter, gathering all your stuff, "or maybe that wave knocked all the sense out of you."

"that might be true. the ocean does make people stupider, clearly." sakusa raises his eyebrows, watching you take all the stuff while stands with his arms crossed.

"oh wow, maybe i should've left you out there for longer. maybe instead of my ring, you could've found yourself some manners." you throw the blanket at him, since he isn't holding anything, which he catches frantically.

"you're ring wasn't even there to begin with." he turns around to look at the ocean, catch off-guard by how gorgeous it look in the sunset.

"and neither were your manners!" you retort, glancing at him to see his reaction, only to find him staring off into the distance. you follow his gaze and gasp slightly at the ethereal sight.

it's sobering, watching the golden sun lower over the ocean, casting a hue pink and orange over the sparkling water. the perfect end to the perfect day. it made you wonder if you'd ever see something so beautiful ever again, though that's not a thought you shared with sakusa, as he knew he'd wake up next to you tomorrow.

he gulped and turned to you, and you beamed at him, instantly leaping into his arms. he stumbled a little but quickly found his balance and held you against him, close.

"thank you for coming with me today, 'omi. i had so much fun."

he smiled against your damp hair, and kisses your jaw, "you don't need to thank me. going anywhere with you is always my pleasure." his hands run down your arm until they find yours, and they graze the back of your fingers, brushing over your glittering ring, "because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

[artistinquestion]

The Empress of Rome

Part Two

Emperor Geta x OC

Warnings: pregnancy, slight verbal abuse

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: after waking alone, the empress defies her bedrest orders to wander the gardens meeting with her mother in law and friend before she once again finds herself in trouble with her husband, the emperor Geta.

Author's Note: idk how long I'm supposed to wait between posting updates! I planned on doing every other day, but yesterday I was busy with life stuff! Thank you so much for enjoying part one! You gave me confidence to keep working on writing and posting the coming parts of my fic! this part is a bit longer than the first part, that's just how the parts ended up dividing up. Thanks again for reading!

Upon waking in the morning, the empress found herself alone in her bed. Not unusual since she was put on bedrest, most mornings she woke alone. Geta having gone off to fulfill his duties as emperor with his brother.

There were mornings, however, where Cassia would wake to the sounds of hushed whispers and her husband's hands on her stomach, moments where Geta was soft when addressing their unborn child in the womb. Those were times when Cassia knew not to disturb him. She would occasionally run her fingers through his short golden orange hair and let him be, let him speak words to her stomach in hopes their child could hear and understand. She liked those mornings.

Slowly Cassia rose from her bed, pushing herself up til she was sitting with her back against the headboard. With a yawn and a stretch, she called for her servants to help her get ready for the day ahead. Doing her best to keep her worries at bay and forget the dreams that plagued her at night.

The servants always seemed so nervous around her, scared to misstep and do something to inflict the anger of the emperor upon them. Cassia always tried to soothe her servants worried minds, but she knew all too well the threat of death hung over anyone's head who crossed her husband's path.

This morning the servants were just as timid as they attended their empress, seemingly scared to let her rise from her bed.

"Augusta, the physician said you were to be on bedrest" a servant spoke up, two of them at Cassia’s sides taking her hands as she tried to rise from the bed.

"I know well what the physician said, and I am getting out of bed" Cassia stated, a slight irritation in her tone, tired of being condemned to a bed.

"But Augusta, the emperor stated-"

Cassia was quick to cut off the servants thought "I know what the emperor has stated, but I am not staying in bed on this day. I am restless, I need to walk." Cassia stated firmly. Very rarely was she ever sharp with the servants, but she had grown tired of being told what she could and could not do.

Reluctantly, the servants bowed their heads in submission to their empress’s demand, struggling with the idea of disobeying both the physician and the emperor’s orders. However, they also knew better than to question the will of their empress. With careful steps, they began readying Cassia for the day.

Cassia knew she had limits to her mobility in her state, but regardless she would be getting around Palatine today. To ease the worries of her servants she again would only stray as far as the gardens, attended by her guards as her husband requested.

As Cassia made her way through the same halls she traversed that night before, she made her way towards the gardens once again. The one place she could seemingly find peace. The sounds of birds chirping in the cool morning air filled her ears, she took a deep breath as she tried to clear her mind once again. As the sun rose higher in the sky, so came the heat of the day.

Cassia had managed to make her way to the gardens, only to stumble upon her mother in law and another highborn woman she knew well, also standing in the garden. Making her way over, both women gave a slight bow of acknowledgment towards their empress.

"Good morning, Augusta" Lucilla greeted, followed by Julia, the mother of the emperors.

"I didn't expect to see you up and out today, you're looking well" Julia spoke towards her daughter in law.

Cassia gave a tight lipped smile as she approached the two women, one hand on the small of her back as her belly weighed heavy on her body.

"Good morning to you both.” She greeted “I have grown restless being cooped up in my chambers. I've tried to manage taking walks through the garden atleast once a day to keep myself occupied" Cassia responded.

Both women nodded in understanding, they had been witness to Cassia’s growing frustration due to being confined to her chambers as of late. They knew that the physician had ordered the empress remain on bedrest just to be safe, Cassia’s pregnancy having come with a handful of complications in the past months. But they understood her restlessness. Both being mothers, they knew well the trials and tribulations of pregnancy, especially a royal one, so they greatly understood what made Cassia wander.

"You will be a mother soon enough, should be any day now shouldn't it?" Lucilla asked, striking a conversation with the young empress.

“Yes Lucilla, it could be any day now” she tried to smile even though the thought scared her to death. Cassia paused for a moment, looking around at the garden surrounding them before adding “I only hope that our child will be born healthy and strong”

The three women then fell into a comfortable silence, each soaking up the warmth of the sun on their skin. Taking in a deep breath of fresh air Cassia sighed before going to speak again.

“It is a beautiful day, is it not?" Cassia hummed, the two older women nodding in agreement.

"It is beautiful weather" Julia replied, moving closer to push a strand of blonde hair from Cassia’s shoulder "you're glowing, ever the picture of a mother" she complimented her dear daughter in law.

Cassia smiled "thank you," she muttered.

As the three women conversed, each taking a seat out in the middle of the garden, everything seemed peaceful as the heat started to rise.

As the sun shined brightly over the palace gardens, the three woman once again settled into a comfortable silence, enjoying the calm before the storm of court life.

Suddenly, a visibly anxious servant rushed over, their eyes darting around nervously as they went to address the empress.

“Augusta, the physician has come to your chambers to check on you. He says you must return to your chambers immediately”

Feeling the women’s eyes upon her expectantly, Cassia let out a sigh.

"I am fine, the fresh air is doing me good. It is important that I stretch my legs out. Tell the physician I will meet with him later" she retorted, not even sparing the servant a glance as she tried to maintain what peace she had began to relax in.

Tension quickly rose amongst the women and the servant then. Julia glanced over towards her daughter in law with a look of concern.

“Perhaps it would be best if we heeded the physician’s words for now. It would be for the best if you returned to your chambers and rested, let the physician look over you.” The older woman advised politely.

Cassia gave another heavy sigh "I swear I am fine, I just want one moment of peace outside, away from my chambers" she stated.

The feeling of eyes boring into her soul suddenly catching the empress’s attention. Looking over at her mother in law, Cassia saw her attention was focused on the balcony looking over the garden. There Cassia saw her husband staring down at the three women, glaring directly at his wife.

Cassia let out a breath of frustration, knowing she was once again in trouble with her husband.

"Perhaps you're right," she sighed, reaching her hands out for the servant to help her stand. Turning towards the two older women before she departed "we will talk another time" she stated, once again forcing a smile on her face. The two giving a sympathetic smile and a nod in return before Cassia was lead off by the servant.

As the servant lead Cassia back to her chambers, accompanied by her usual servants and guards, all couldn’t help but feel the tension growing in the air. The emperor was once again unhappy with his wife’s behavior, her disobedience at the simplest of orders. All Cassia wanted was just a single moment of peace, but it seemed that small bit of peace often followed with a good tongue lashing from her husband, ever disapproving of her attempts to dodge the physicians orders as of late. It wouldn't be long til he barricaded her in, she suspects.

As they neared her chambers, Cassia tried to prepare for the coming confrontation with her husband. She had known her disregard for the physician’s orders would have angered him, but she at least felt some sense of relief having briefly escaped her confinement.

Whatever her husband would have to say, she has heard it before. He probably grew tired of repeatedly confronting her for her disobedience, which would only anger him further. Cassia never truly tried to anger her husband, his anger was not a pretty sight, but as of late she couldn't help but wander to escape the feeling of being trapped or confined to a small space. She had spent most of her times wandering through Palatine and the gardens before she fell pregnant, she hadn't expected to stop.

Stood at the doors to her chambers, Cassia could hear the loud voice of her husband as he took out his anger on the physician inside. Feeling a sense of dread wash over her, knowing she was in trouble. The guards pushed open the doors to the empress’s chambers, revealing her husband pacing angrily about the room.

Cassia tried to remain stoic as she entered the room, the physician immediately turning his attention towards the pregnant empress.

"Augusta, please have a seat, lie down please. You mustn't be up and about like this!" The physician worried aloud, no doubt worried that the emperor would take his anger out on him further for her disobedience.

Cassia held her hands up to try and stop and calm the doctor, but she caught the glare of her husband before she could even speak a word against his worries. Sighing, the empress let a servant and the physician help her back into bed, placing pillows behind her back so she could atleast sit up.

"I was just getting some fresh air, stretching my legs. Both things are good for me to do" Cassia started her argument.

“The physician’s orders are for your own good, wife” Geta interrupted sharply, his voice harsh with a glare to match. “I will not risk the health of my heir because of your recklessness. You are to be confined to your chambers until further notice.”

Cassia opened her mouth to argue but quickly shut it when she caught the sharpness of her husband's glare. He was furious. She sat back, arms crossed over her chest as she pouted like a child, unhappy with her husband's demands.

The physician moved the fabric of the empress's dress upwards to expose her stomach to him before he began examining her. Cassia avoiding eye contact as she felt her husband's eyes boring into the side of her head once again, as the physician's hands touched her stomach.

“Augusta, I must insist that you remain confined to these chambers” the physician advised firmly in agreement with the emperor’s orders. His nervousness in their presence visible in the way his hands shook ever so slightly. “Your health and that of the child are of utmost importance” he reaffirmed as he took her pulse, as well as her temperature making notes on his scroll.

"You two act as though I am intentionally trying to harm my child, I am not. I am simply trying to maintain my own sanity and wellbeing while carrying this child." Cassia spoke up again, irritated by both men in the room. Neither of them would ever know what it was like carrying a child and yet they act as though they know what's best, better than she does.

“That is enough out of you, woman!” Geta snapped, his patience having run thin. “You will do as you are told and will remain here until I see fit to release you. Is that clear?” He glared at her, daring her to argue further.

Both Cassia and the physician flinched when they heard her husband's raised voice. She looked away once again, huffing out a breath as she looked out the balcony of her chambers, missing her freedom already.

"Fine," she uttered almost silently.

The physician then put his ear to her stomach, listening for the heartbeat of the unborn child. After a moment of intense focus, the physician smiled nervously before assuring the health of the child. “The child’s heartbeat is strong, Augusta. Imperator. Your child is healthy.” The old man gently patted Cassia on the shoulder in reassurance, giving a bow towards the emperor and his wife before quickly leaving the room, his duty done for the time being.

Cassia tensed as soon as the doors shut, a small feeling of worry rising inside her as she was left with her violent and erratic husband. He hadn't raised a hand to her since she's been with child, but she didn't know for sure he wouldn't harm her now given how far she had pushed him.

The tension in the room only grew as Cassia couldn’t help but notice the way Geta’s dark eyes narrowed when she refused to obey his orders. He made it very clear that he was becoming increasingly frustrated with her defiance. She tried to remain unaffected looking out towards the balcony, but she knew he was just waiting for her to speak up in defiance again.

"Healthy. Did you hear what the physician said? Our child is healthy," Cassia tried to reason, to calm the fire that was no doubt already blazing inside her husband's mind.

Geta’s gaze shifted towards his wife “yes, I heard. But that does not change the fact that you continually put both your health and the health of my heir in danger with your disobedience.” His voice was cold, devoid of all emotions aside from anger.

"I simply wanted to move, to not be confined to a bed to rot whilst waiting for the inevitable to happen. This babe will come when it's ready, I do not wish to be made to sit around and wait! All I have been doing is for my health and for the benefit of our child!" Cassia argued, knowing full well she was stoking the fire inside of him by arguing her point. "But now you have your way, I am confined to my room, my liege," she hissed.

Geta’s eyes narrowed once again, his face tightening into a scowl.

“Your insolence is unbecoming, wife. I had thought you smarter than this, but you will learn to obey my commands, even if it means enduring discomfort for a short while” he spat, irritated by her continued defiance.

True, she hadn't acted up against him until recently, she had always obeyed and played along even when he struck her. She obeyed and played the part as was her duty to her husband and to Rome.

Cassia sighed in defeat, she could practically feel the tension rising even higher in the air surrounding them. She knew that attempting to argue further would only worsen the situation, so she remained silent. As much as she hated being confined to her chambers, unable to move freely, she also knew that the consequences of disobeying her husband’s orders would only intensify the further she pushed.

The emperor rounded the bed, moving to her bedside as she tried to ignore his presence. Cassia flinching slightly as she felt a hand on her skin, her husband's calloused hand now feeling the expanse of her rounded stomach, feeling where their unborn child lay. His heir.

“Our child is strong.” Cassia spoke quietly, hoping to appease her husband. “They will grow up to be a fine ruler, just like you, my husband” she stole a quick glance at him, watching as his eyes focused on her middle.

Geta remained silent, his eyes briefly looking to his wife before returning their attention to his unborn child.

As dangerous as it was being alone with the emperor, private moments like this were also when he would show that side not a soul in Rome got to see. One that Geta would actively deny if ever she brought it up.

The emperor then knelt by her bedside, lowering his forehead til it touched the skin of her protruding stomach, silent. His eyes closed, remaining in that position as he felt the subtle movement of their unborn child beneath her skin.

Geta remained that way for only a moment longer before he rose to his feet, turning away from Cassia and walking away without another word, leaving her chambers. Cassia let out a breath she hadn’t been aware she had been holding, her heart still pounding from the confrontation with her husband. For now, she would rest.

[kumezyzo]

hear me out, now we’ve seen jealpus sapnap i would love to read about reader being jealous ( maybe just someone flirted with him at a party or an event and keeps looking over at him)😭

this is such a funny idea to me idk why 😭😭 also happening to be a really old ask.... suggestive content and drinking mentioned

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap who invited you to a frat party his old friends from college were hosting. they were very surprised to see how much he had changed and that he had gotten into a relationship.

bf!sapnap who will stand with you in front of him. he would have his arms wrapped around your midsection and rest his chin on your shoulder, all while catching up with his friends.

bf!sapnap who would have you leaning against a counter in the kitchen, his hands on the counter either side of you. he has you trapped against the counter, his legs separated just enough to have you stand between them. hes right at your eye level, whispering to you about how he just wants to leave.

"i thought you wanted to talk to your friends?" you whisper back as you feel his breath hit your lips. "we're here cause you wanted to be here."

he sighs, and his green eyes over your face, taking in the sight. "yeah, but im kinda over it now." his voice dropping from a whisper to breathy

you scoff playfully as you roll your eyes. you smile, amused by his very expected switch-up. his own expression matches yours subconsciously.

"why am i not surprised?" you ask him, causing him to shrug. "how about we wait just a little bit longer. maybe another... thirty minutes?" you ask, checking the time on your phone before shoving it back in your pocket.

"twenty-five?" he suggests, slightly tilting his head like a puppy.

"thirty," you say with finality. you push him away softly and shake your empty red solo cup. "im gonna get a refill. you want anything?"

"white claw," he says simply as you nod and walk outside to where all the drinks were set up on a white foldable table.

bf!sapnap who, instead of talking to his old buddies like you told him to, scrolled on his phone right where you left him. he tried to make it clear to everyone that he was not open to having a conversation.

bf!sapnap who was very happy to see you coming back inside after a random girl came up to talk to him.

bf!sapnap who kinda wished you were more hostile when you saw the girl.

you walked up to your boyfriend with a weird look on your face. he had looked at you pleadingly as soon as he saw you. infront of him was a shorter girl in a pretty black sequin dress with platinum blonde hair.

"hey, yn," he said in complete reflief. the girl turned to look at you and you smiled kindly at her, handing your boyfriend his alcoholic seltzer.

"hey, whats up?" you ask to no one in particular.

"hi! I'm amelia!" the blonde introduced herself enthusiastically.

"hi..." you said, your confusion growing when she didn't introduce herself further. "uh, how do you know nick?"

"oh, no, i dont," she said her smile also growing confused. "uh... im sorry im really confused right now." she laughed nervously.

"i am too," you laughed the same way, looking at your boyfriend and shaking your head for him to explain.

"im sorry, are you two dating?" amelia asked. her eyes widened in horror and embarrassment when you nodded. "shit im so sorry! i just thought he was really hot, and my friends said i should try to shoot my shot. im so, so sorry!"

"oh my god, no, dont worry about it," you say in understanding. you watched as her face starts to burn bright red.

"okay, im gonna leave... im so sorry, again!" she said, turning around, presumably heading back to her friends.

you turn to your boyfriend slowly, looking at him with wide questioning eyes. "you didnt tell her you were in a relationship?"

bf!sapnap who just kisses you because he's too overwhelmed and embarrassed to answer your question.

when you pull away, he looks at you sheepishly. "she caught me off guard,"

"uhuh," you say, leaning in to kiss him again. you set your cup on the counter to free up your hands so you can then hold his face gently. he sets down his white claw as well, not breaking the kiss to place his hands on your waist.

bf!sapnap who decides that you starting a makeout session in the middle of a party would scare off anyone else who wanted to talk to either of you.

but the more bf!sapnap thinks about it, the more it seems a little out of character. and right before the kiss breaks naturally, he realizes why.

"you're jealous," he says dreamily with hooded eyes when you two pull away.

you roll your eyes and shake your head, "i dont know what you're talking about."

"oh, yeah, you do," he says smugly, following your eye line when you try to avoid his eye contact. "youre jealous."

"and you probably have a boner right now," you shoot back, reaching behind him to grab your drink.

"yea, i do," you look at him with wide eyes as he continues. "but i will at least admit it. cause you're hot... especially when you're jealous."

bf!sapnap who drags you out of the party very soon after that but not without his friends noticing.

"nick! leaving so soon?" one of his friends yells when they notice you two heading for the front door.

"yeah, man, im kinda tryna get laid," he says, earning a slap to the arm from you. his friends all collectively laugh and whoop.

"alright, man, do what you gotta do," he says, shooting you a wink but not without saying, "dont go too hard on him."

"yea, go easy on 'em," another one chimes in, to your amusement. "he was a virgin for like-"

"okay we're leaving!"

i guess reader wasnt too jealous here. but this was lowkey so fun to write 😭😭 -nony

[effy-writes]

Can I request something around the episode exes and oohs where Y/N is moxxies sister. She's older and refused to leave home without Moxie. (She also works for IMP, and Crimson is just as shitty to her.

Maybe she's known how to sneak through the air vents of the episode since she was 10 and shows Millie how, in case her dad tries something.

Maybe Y/N is in a relationship with Loona or something, idk

ofc!! i also had to make it where moxxie is older because loona’s cannon age is 22 and i didn’t want y/n to be too old since moxxie is in his early 30’s but i loved this idea!! hope you enjoy <3

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loona x f! reader (moxxie’s sister): saving lives

“you know, I checked the scale today. and it said I lost two pounds this week.” moxxie said proudly to your girlfriend to get his approval. loona rolled her eyes and continued to play on her phone. “I AM NOT FAT.”

you absolutely love loona, but she can be harsh to your brother. loona is just…possessive over you, but in a good way. at least you know she loves you.

millie came running in mumbling about a person. you watched her as she tore up this cardboard cut out of a human.

you looked back at loona who was hunched over on her desk, still on her phone. with a smile you took her phone out of her hands and practically crawled on top of her, you straddling her hips. “miss me?” she chuckled.

“very much so.” you rested your head in the crook of her neck, smelling the cherry scented perfume.

blitz yelled at millie and moxxie because they were being too loud. he looked at you and loona and smiled before glaring at moxxie.

the sweet moment of loona holding you got interrupted by a huge crash in the wall. the two of you jerked and watched as blitz and the others talking to a shark imp.

“I.M.P? this way.”

you looked back at loona before getting up. “sorry, i’m needed, i guess.”

“can i come? i have separation anxiety.” she joked but you know she wasn’t joking.

“i don’t see why not.” you gladly took her hand and the two of you walked to the helicopter before blitz stopped you guys, “absolutely not loonie.”

“oh come on! please? i want to be with y/n.” she begged.

blitz let out an annoyed sigh and let loona ride with you in the plane. since there wasn’t enough room you had to sit on her lap with her holding you tightly so you wouldn’t go flying out.

you looked out of the window and saw the town you and moxxie grew up in. “I hate this place.” moxxie looked at you, in which you agree. but the closer the plane got you and moxxie had a realization. “oh no.” you mumbled.

the plane landed and both you and moxxie refused to get out of the plane. millie and loona pushed you guys out and you got greeted by the father that hates your guts, but hates moxxie a little less.

“there’s my boy! come here and give your daddy a hug.”

“daddy?” everyone questioned.

“oh and the daughter.” he deadpanned.

you rolled your eyes and stood closer to loona. moxxie introduced everyone to your guys’s dad, but you stayed silent. moxxie was 5 years older than you, and when crimson found out he was a “pussy” he begged your mom to have another child, specifically a boy, but she obviously gave birth to you. crimson was furious with you AND your mom.

everyone gathered in the living room that you had to grow up in. crimson refused to look at you in the eyes as he talked to everyone + chaz.

moxxie finished the story about how he met chaz/why he hates him by mentioning how he was in prison with blitz, and when blitz offered him a job. what moxxie DIDNT mention was that he begged blitz to let you join in because he knows crimson might hurt you, even worse, kill you.

loona realized you looked uncomfortable and she tightened her grip on your hand. “i’m here,” she whispered, but crimson caught on.

“y/n, didn’t want to talk to ya but here i am i guess, when did you start liking pussy?”

“uh…since i was little.”

“both my kids are faggots.” crimson mumbled to himself, but you and moxxie looked at each other with a “is he fucking serious right now” looks.

everyone gathered at the dinner table. you were too nervous to eat because you’re afraid crimson might’ve poisoned you. it wouldn’t surprise you if he did. he hated you simply because you were born a girl. he didn’t treat you like a child, he treated you like a pet.

blitz asked why crimson needs I.M.P. because the job is to kill up there, not down here.

“i’m not doing business with I.M.P., i wanna do business with moxxie.”

loona got aggravated real quick, “why not with your daughter?” you stiffened up and gently slapped loona’s thigh.

crimson laughed, “y/n has always been useless, moxxie was just a pussy but at least he did what i say.”

“but why do you want to work with me?!” moxxie dropped his fork.

you didn’t pay attention to what crimson was saying. you were too scared to even look his direction so you stared at the plate in front of you (still pretending to eat it).

crimson released everyone except moxxie. you followed loona out the door and rested your back against the wall. everyone looked at you with worried looks, “what?”

“didn’t know you had daddy issues.” blitz joked.

“i don’t.”

blitz raised his eyebrows, “y/n your dad hates you so much he doesn’t want to look at you in the eyes.”

“doesn’t mean i have daddy issues. im dating your daughter for christ’s sake.”

“enough! jesus christ.” loona groaned. “it’s okay to have daddy issues.”

“do you have daddy issues, loonie.” blitz pouted. before loona could answer a bunch of dildos was popping in and out of everywhere, “HA! there’s dicks in the walls oh that’s fucking hilarious.”

“good thing i didn’t have to answer that question,” loona whispered to you as you silently laugh.

moxxie greeted everyone with a sorrow look on his face. “mox!” millie wrapped her arms around him, “what’s goin on?”

“nothing millie, everything is fine.”

everyone was told they had to sleep in different rooms, especially millie and moxxie.

“what about me and loona?” the goons exchanged looks with each other and shrugged, “sleep together i guess. but no fucking, please no fucking.”

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loona was already asleep but you kept tossing and turning. you didn’t feel safe here, you wanted to escape and this is killing you.

until you remembered about the air vents. your face lit up and you slowly got out of the bed. there’s this place up in the vents that leads to an attic that no one knows of, including moxxie. crimson is always up his ass and you were afraid that he was gonna follow moxxie there, so it was a secret. you hated that you couldn’t tell him, but it was for your safety.

you carefully open and shut the door, bumping into blitz with nothing but his underwear and a coat on. the two of you looked like you guys been caught.

“why are you halfway naked?”

“why are you sneaking out?”

“why are you sneaking out?”

“let’s keep this to ourselves.”

“most definitely.” you agreed before the two of you split ways. fuck, air vent is in the room where millie sleeps.

you walked over to her room and gently knocked, praying that she’ll answer. in a split second she opened the door expecting moxxie but it was just you, “y/n? what are you doin here?”

without answering her you pushed yourself in and closed the door. “air vent.” you pointed up.

“is there something in there?”

“it leads to an attic. i would always go there to get away from dad. i don’t exactly feel safe here, so far im the only one who knows about it.”

“can i come with you? i can’t sleep either and im worried about mox.”

you softly smiled, “of course.”

you stood on top of the night stand and used a bobby pin to unlock the cover before finally being able to open it. you jumped up and climbed up the air vent until it leads horizontal. millie followed you up there and once she was up you two crawled to this mysterious attic.

“does this thing only lead to the attic?” she whispered.

“it also leads to the bathroom, found that out the hard way.” you snickered. “i’m sure it leads to somewhere else but i never check because im afraid im gonna get lost.”

the vent split 3 ways. to the left it’ll lead to the bathroom, and to the right it’ll lead to the attic. you never went straight. you proceeded to turn to the right, a left, and finally you have to climb up, but it wasn’t a long climb up, maybe a 3 second climb.

you pushed open the vent and hoisted yourself up to the floor of the attic, helping millie up.

“wow. how long ago did you find this?”

“since i was 10. dad was looking for me and i got scared and climbed up the air vents.” you sat down on the floor.

“did crimson ever uh..try to kill you?”

“plenty.” you chuckled but then frowned, “the first time i was a baby. whenever our mom died dad was still pissed at me for being a girl and he was about to drown me in the bathtub but moxxie hit him over the head with a baseball bat and saved me. moxxie had to take care of me since he was 5.” you lips trembled, “i always felt bad he had to. he was a kid parenting another kid.”

“moxxie loves you. he would always tell me story’s about the two of you. don’t feel bad that he had to take care of you. if i’m being honest he never told me that story though.”

“it was probably traumatizing for him.”

millie sat down beside of you and gently rubbed your back, “does loona know about this?”

“she does. i don’t know why she hates moxxie, he saved my life plenty of times.”

“she don’t hate him. i think she’s jealous because she wanted to protect you. she wishes she could protect you.”

“did she tell you that?” you deadpanned.

“well…no, but i’m really good at reading people.”

you pulled out your phone and checked the time since there’s no windows in the attic, “it’s almost 5 am. we should get back, crimson is gonna wake up soon.”

“right, lead the way.” millie laughed as she helped you up.

the two of you made your way back down into the original bedroom. you tried to be as quiet as possible whenever you opened the bedroom door to yours and loona’s room. you shut the door with tense and once it shut you finally breathed. you turned around and got jump scared by loona standing right there.

“where were you?” she crossed her arms.

“sorry, i got scared sleeping here so i climbed up the vents to go to the attic. im sorry i didn’t tell you.”

“i thought you were dead!” she whispered.

“yeah i didn’t think that through. but im fine loona, millie went with me because the vent starts in her room.”

loona sighed and picked you up to hug you, “i’m just glad you’re okay.”

“loona, i have a crazy favor.”

“what?”

“would it be possible if we steal a car and go back to your house?” you winced. loona sat you down. “we’re gonna get killed!”

“no its okay, trust me. dad has a specific routine. he’ll wake up and he’ll just stay in the bathroom for like an hour before anybody else wakes up. it’s 5:30 right now so we have 30 minutes to hijack a car and leave.”

“first of all, how do you know he spends an hour in the bathroom in this huge ass house?”

“one of the air vents leads to the bathroom anyway we don’t have time come on.”

“what about the others?”

“it’s blitz, millie and moxxie, they’ll know how to take care of themselves.”

and with that the two of you found an old car. you broke the drivers side window to unlock the doors so loona could get in. you picked apart the wires and hot wired it, turning the car on.

you quickly drove through the wooden fence and sped down the highway. “i didn’t know you could hotwire cars.” loona laughed.

“wanna hear another traumatizing story?”

“i feel like im gonna hear it no matter what answer i give.”

“dad taught me how to hotwire a car and so when he let me do it on a different car he already poured this orderless flammable thing that’ll make the car blow up if i hotwire it.” you laughed, “love that guy.” you said with sarcasm.

“how did you know he was about to blow you up?”

“i didn’t!” you smiled, “moxxie threw a rock at him so he’ll beat up moxxie and completely forget that he was trying to blow me up.” your smile slowly dropped. “moxxie always saves me, and i didn’t want to save him today. we have to turn back.” you did a 180 with the car and sped down the highway with loona holding the “oh shit” bars.

“you ready to crash this wedding and save moxxie?” you smiled again.

“only doing this because i love you!”

[robby-bobby-tommy]

Okay, I'm obsessed with the lore.... So here's some of me theories/stuff I've noticed. It's gonna be rambling in it's worst, cuz I'm way too excited.

Firstly, let's welcome Madagio! I don't know what's up with him, but here's some info we know:

- he's from some island who is connected to Quesadilla through some system.

- he can travel through servers.

- cats are his eyes and ears.

So with this out of the way, here's some of my thoughts.

- Body language -

Honestly, it's not something important, but I really love how cc! Fit uses body language to convey his character. q! Fit doesn't sprint much, cuz he knows one misjudged step, one unnoticed trap and he's dead. He looks around, afraid of every lighting, every strange noise. He looks at cats cuz how are they even here, if not every person can survive here?

Madagio himself very reserved. He doesn't move much, showing us a difference between him and Fit.

- Roses -

Boy oh boy, do I have something to say. Despite obvious connections to Pac, recently there was another moment with exactly this kind of roses. At Philza's stream on 29th of December, at one point Ramon came to Titan and started to give away these rose bushes to some eggs and Phil. It might be a stretch, but it was very strange. Ramon explained that he gave away the roses, cuz he saw one in Chayanne's arm. But with this added context, I think Ramon's admin kinda hinted at this rule. Like the rose bush is a symbol of connection and love/trust. Fit loves and trusts Pac, Ramon, Chay and Lullah, and Phil too. I might be insane, but I adore this kind of symbolism. The roses show us who he has connections to. And now we understand what's at stake for Fit.

It's not only Ramon, who's in danger. Phil, his kids and Pac (probs Tubbo and Sunny too, but they didn't get roses) are also in the middle of crossfire. Madagio knew that it's in human nature for us to connect and getting attached to others even if told otherwise. Contractor knew that Fit won't be able to cheat or escape the deal, cuz he knew the veteran will have a lot at stake. He made this contract unavoidable. I love it sm.

- Music -

Since my post about Fit and his tragedy, I believe that a lot of decisions made about videos/lore streams are intentional. Like, back in a day, when we saw first dream, we heard "Étranger au Paradise" ("Stranger in Paradise "). And this song like fits Fit (pun not intended) like a friggin glove. Cuz even still, Fit feels like a stranger, undeserving this the heaven that is Quesadilla island. For example literally today he said smt along the lines of "What did I do to deserve a son like him[Ramon]?". He loves people around him, yet he can't show it, when everyone does it quite easily. I think Stranger in Paradise can be seen also in light of relationships. Like Fit considers Pac better, he loves him, but doesn't deserve his love. Agh

So why am I saying this? Well, you see. Cc! Fit uses a few songs to use before cinematic. And today he used "We'll meet again". And there's no connection, right? But what if it's a hint to contractor? Fit'll have to meet Madagio. Veteran has no idea when or where. But he knows they'll meet again some sunny day. Like, mb it's a stretch, but I really enjoy finding this connections. To this point cc! Fit was very intentional, so mb I have something here.

- Mon Dieu éternel, je te prie -

(sorry for probably butchering it, but anyway)

Well, now I have the most unimpressive and obvious theory, that leads to more interesting one.

During this stream it wasn't confirmed that contractor is a god, but there are a lot of hints. His name being an anagram to "I am a God" (Thank you, Tumblr user, who noticed it), he can't be hury, but is able to travel through the servers, and his first words to Fit are literally a rephrased "be not afraid", that is usually connected to angels.

Also his unusual connection to cats, that are his "extensions" Doesn't seem humain at all. Yet it isn't confirmed so idk.

Now, Black Concrete is closely tied to Cucurevil and can have bad effect on a person. The only people, who interacted with it and weren't affected at all, were Fit and Philza. Why? What if it's because they're protected by Gods? Like, fitza have a lot parallels in their lore, and mb it also hints at devine nature of Madagio? Rose protects Phil and his close ones out of kindness (I guess) and sends birds to cheer up her protège or show her support. Madagio literally does the same thing. But he sends cats not to show support, but to remind that he is always there, he sees and hears everything. Does it prove my theory? No, I guess. But it gives smt to think about.

- End -

At the end we see Fit waking up (smt that we've never seen before) and sees a cat. They look each other in the eyes and veteran convulsively shakes his head, refusing to something implied. Now, I'll be honest, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, and I didn't really understand what he refused to? Was he saying he didn't need contractor's help? Idk. And this whole montage of moon, cat, and Madagio is very interesting, but I can't put my finger on it.

After browsing for a literal second, I have some ideas. Moon typically represents the rhythm of time, as it symbolizes the cycle. So maybe Contractor reminds Fit how little time he has. Like, time's running out. Cats, though, have a lot of different meanings, but I guess the most important to this case are freedom and mystery. Madagio is free and mysterious, so ig it fits.

- And just my thoughts ig -

God, i loved it so much. Fit's lore is subtle yet very important and interesting. It shows a character and builds on it so much, while explaining the world itself. Guuugh I love it so much.

And here's just some screens that shows how much Fit has grown.

He is no longer doing everything for himself only. Now he cares for others, breaking a simple rule made by contractor.

P. S.

I feel like this picture rn

[markantonys]

i'd watched the first 2 episodes of ROP s1 when they first came out, but i found them boring and so didn't continue. however, i've been hearing that charlie vickers is eating and leaving no crumbs in the new season, and that is my sweet boy guglielmo pazzi from i medici (2019) and i've Got to see him killing it in a huge role, i'm so proud of him!!! always a delight when a previously-unknown actor from an obscure show you love ends up making it big

so i decided to give it another shot and dove straight into 1x03 after reading a summary of the first 2 eps to refresh my memory, and idk if 1x03 really is that much more interesting than 1&2 or if it's just that i happen to be in a different frame of mind now that's more predisposed to getting interested in this show, but WOW i am loving it!! i'm an extremely casual LOTR fan (in fact i wouldn't even rightfully call myself a fan, more just "i've watched the movies a few times and like them" haha) and so whatever complaints the fans have about ROP obviously are not things that bother me. i'm just here for a good time, and i'm having one!

the galadriel & halbrand plotline is definitely my favorite (heck, if the numenor stuff had arrived in ep2 instead of 3 i might've been on board with the show the first time around). i already know he's sauron, of course, so i was like "i won't get attached to halbrand since he's not a real person, just sauron's disguise" but fuck, i'm attached, and it hurts!!!!! loving a character who starts out good and turns to the dark is one type of pain, but loving a character who was never real at all because they were evil the whole time and this "character" was never anything more than a facade - it's an entirely different and perhaps even worse type of pain! i can't even soothe myself imagining an AU where halbrand never turned evil, because halbrand was never real! genuinely in immense anguish over this. but once i reach s2 and get to the Unabashedly Evil Sauron Era, it'll be so sexy that i might immediately go "oh no! anyway" and forget all about my anguish jdkjfg

............wait a moment. do i now know how show!rand must be feeling post-s2? attached to someone who was never real because they were always just an evil person's fake persona? oh rand honey i'm even sorrier for you now!

speaking of WOT, it really has broken my brain because i try to polyship everything all the time nowadays. why did i go "wake up babe new polycule just dropped" during that scene when galadriel, halbrand, and miriel had a meeting lmao girl you KNOW this bitch is sauron! but i already knew people were shipping him and galadriel, so i went in to my new watch expecting to see the vibes, and indeed seeing them, and i ALSO unexpectedly saw vibes for galadriel and miriel (two leaders overburdened by duty, oh it's my kryptonite), so how can i help creating a polycule? oh well, i'll enjoy it while it lasts and then once galadriel finds out he's sauron i will instead get some angst to enjoy! and she will still have her girlfriend to comfort her (as long as nothing happens to miriel.........i haven't heard any spoilers about her, so we shall see!)

back to halbrand, the "he's the lost king of the southlands" idea is such a clever misdirect because it allows halbrand to demonstrate unusual skills in combat/diplomacy/manipulation that we wouldn't expect a seeming peasant to have, but provides a cover for it and so we think this one "identity reveal" is all there is to it, and aren't suspecting a second, bigger identity reveal! and actually, as far as i can remember, he never actually confirms that he's the lost king, he just plants a clue to lead galadriel to believe it and then responds to her assumptions in ways that seem to confirm them but don't actually. very aes sedai of him! and hey, if the southlands used to serve sauron, wouldn't it technically be accurate for him to be considered their lost king? very aes sedai of him x2. liars who lie without technically lying are the best kind (gen from the queen's thief also). anyway, because of this misdirect, i don't think i'd be suspecting him of being sauron at all at this point if i didn't already know. on the other hand, there aren't really any other sauron candidates except adar who clearly isn't him. but back to the first hand, the show never set up a "one of our major characters is sauron, who is it?" mystery so i might just be assuming he was hanging out offscreen yet to show up, if i didn't already know.

i'm enjoying the other plotlines too! i remember feeling that the hobbits & the stranger plotline was the weakest link in the first 2 eps, but totally changed my tune now, nori and the stranger (who i'm guessing is gandalf, but i'm not sure, so don't tell me if you know) have the most wholesome friendship, i could die!!

or rather, the second most wholesome friendship after elrond and durin, which i remember was my favorite storyline the first time around. they are so pure!! and disa is a delight! she and elrond have impeccable sibling-spouse energy (yes we've got another polyship in the house, of course we do)

i'm trying not to get too attached to bronwyn because i know they kill her off between seasons due to the actress leaving the show, but i really like her :(( her son's kinda annoying, but he's an angsty teen, so i can't hold it against him. and arondir!! what a man, i'm swooning constantly over everything he says and does. i really like how in the most recent episode i watched they had a Good Guy (bronwyn) genuinely consider giving up her principles of honor and going to swear fealty to the bad guys in order to survive, it feels more realistic and it really sells us on just how desperate and hopeless the situation is (and on how sauron is able to get supporters by creating such situations).

it's also a visually gorgeous show, very decadent (i was practically drooling the first time they showed numenor haha i love white stone seaside cities, and the ancient greek aesthetic vibes are the cherry on top!), and the MUSIC!!!!! you guys know i'm a tv soundtrack fanatic, and my god, this is the best tv soundtrack i've heard in a LONG time. i'd put it as second to WOT because it's traditional fantasy orchestra whereas WOT's soundscape is so different and unique. but "traditional fantasy orchestra" isn't a knock here, because it's done INCREDIBLY well, so it does feel unique instead of generic like other, lesser Traditional Fantasy Orchestra soundtracks do. it's sumptuous, it's lush, it's rich, it's got very distinctive Themes for each character/location that always play in the appropriate contexts (which is one of my favorite aspects of WOT's soundtrack too). i'd been listening to the s1 soundtrack for quite a while before now, so i'm well-primed to recognize all the different themes!

my favorite has gotta be the halbrand theme, i have a character in my WIP who's a sad mountain prince (and a gawyn knockoff <3) and this theme just reminds me sooooo much of him, i cry. but if we dispense with the halbrand pretense after s1, we might not get to hear this theme anymore!!!! it's also the southlands theme, though, so hopefully we'll keep it, and i did hear it crop up briefly in a track from the s2 album. also, shoutout to the fact that the halbrand melody is an inverse of the sauron melody, bear mccreary you son of a gun (the sauron theme is another one of my favorites, the first time i heard it i assumed it was his theme from the original movies because it just had the feel of an Iconic Villain Theme, but no, it's new to ROP!)

anyway! i've watched up through 1x05 now. pacing's definitely still a bit slow, but i'm enjoying it nonetheless, and it's picking up now that galadriel & co are headed for the southlands. and i've heard that s2 is a big step up in many respects (a la WOT s2), so i'm excited to get there!

[literallyjustchi]

Akademiya Chronicles

Chapter 1

Hi! My name is Chi, and I am a seasoned writer. :3 I've written a full novel, 20 chapters, and 44k+ words. I'm here to give you quality writing (fanfics and not) that you don't often see here on Tumblr... without all the grammatical errors and simple typos. I hope you enjoy my first chapter ever posted *here!*

tumblr keeps messing up my formatting and IDK WHY, SEND HELP!!!!!

(MC is female, and characters may or may not be OOC. I tried to keep them as in character as I could.)

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Kaveh burst through the Akademiya’s library doors dramatically and collapsed at the nearest table, which coincidentally happened to be mine. My fellow classmates gave him a dirty look but went along with their work, most likely used to–or tired of–Kaveh’s antics.

As for me, I was too busy studying for one of the many upcoming exams. It annoyed me how Alhaitham was at the top of the class without studying or trying, and I wanted to be better than him. I knew I was smarter… I just had to put in the work. Ultimately, it would all pay off, and I would get bragging rights.

Kaveh groaned. “I should just drop out. This whole Kshahrewar thing is hard.”

I rolled my eyes, flipping a page in my book. “Keep going. You’ve already spent so much money getting where you are.”

“Easy for you to say, miss perfect grades. At least you aren’t as dreadful as Alhaitham.”

“Please stop enunciating your words. It’s very annoying.”

He sighed. “I mean, how can someone be as ignorant and… dumb as him? I never knew someone could be as dense and arrogant as him until I met him!”

“Keep your voice down. We’re in a library.” Alhaitham was anything but dumb, but I didn’t feel like arguing.

Kaveh moped. “Nobody understands my woes.”

“I understand, Kaveh.” I just don’t care. Ouch. Is that a little harsh? I closed my book with a defeated sigh. “You wanna go get something to eat for lunch?”

“Together?” He gasped, earning another sharp glare from the others. “Of course! You’re paying, though. Right?”

I put my book into my tote bag and stood up. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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To my luck, Cyno and Tighnari were both at Puspa Café, with Cyno animatedly over-explaining the inner workings of Genius Invokation TCG even though Tighnari already knew all the nitty-gritty details.

Kaveh beamed. “Look, Cy and Ti are here! Let’s go talk to them.”

“I think I’ll pass.” If Alhaitham had one thing right, it would be that socializing was draining. I already finished my quota with the few words I exchanged with Kaveh.

Kaveh linked his arm with mine and dragged me to their table in the far corner next to a window, the sunlight filtering through. “Too bad. You need to get out more–have fun, y’know? Don’t want you to end up like Alhaitham, all moody and gloomy.”

Tighnari set down one of his cards and waved to us. “Look who decided to show up. My second favorite pair.”

“Who’s your first?” Kaveh asked.

Tighnari lowered his voice, “Cyno and Sethos, but you can’t tell them,” he said teasingly.

Cyno grimaced. “Gross. Sethos.”

I stifled a laugh. Cyno, though he’d never admit it, even if you put a musket to his head, had a soft spot for Sethos. It was mildly adorable.

Kaveh plopped on the bench, sitting next to Cyno. I, more gracefully and less rambunctiously, sat next to Tignhari with a small nod of acknowledgment.

Cyno shoved a stack of cards at Kaveh. “You’re playing. Here’s your deck. You know how to play?”

Kaveh took the deck and examined it. “Uh, sorta.”

“Good. Tighnari isn’t that good, so I hope you’re better.”

Tighnari rolled his eyes and slid an iced coffee my way. “I had a feeling you were coming.”

I took the coffee into my hands. I almost always came to the café to de-stress or as a break from my never-ending studies, so it was nice that Tighnari remembered, even though he didn’t often come to this side of Sumeru. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea to agree to come with Kaveh.

The boys played a few rounds of TCG, with Kaveh losing to both of them. Tighnari had no idea what he was doing, but he was doing it better than Kaveh. It was funny to watch Cyno oneshot all of Kaveh’s active characters in one fell swoop, and Tighnari accidentally wiping out Kaveh’s supports and draining him of dice.

Tighnari leaned over to me and whispered while the others were too focused on their game to pay attention, “Don’t make this obvious, but Alhaitham just walked in.”

I nonchalantly looked toward the direction of the entrance. There he was, in all his glory. And sweat? Archons, save me.

It got much, much worse because Sethos was with him. Of course, Sethos was with him. He just had to be. This day couldn’t possibly get any better.

I winced, whispering back, “You didn’t tell him you and Cyno were here?”

“I didn’t know Kaveh was coming. Just you,” he replied.

“Well, what do we do?” “Reap what we sow, I guess. What is there to even do?”

“Prepare your shield of indifference and act like you saw or heard nothing.”

“Acting oblivious has never worked…”

“Today it will. Hopefully. Just act normal.”

Sethos was the first to spot us, his gigantic, shining smile vanishing like a smoldered flame once he saw Cyno. I averted my gaze and pretended I saw nothing.

My plan didn’t work because he and Alhaitham immediately made his way towards our table. Cyno and Sethos’s eyes locked in a fierce gaze, and I could’ve sworn that the pair wouldn’t pounce at each other like rishboland tigers if it weren’t for the fact that they had a crowd. I didn’t dare to look at Alhaitham, but I could see Kaveh scowl from the corner of my eye as I looked down at my lap.

After a long, awkward pause of silence, Tighnari spoke, “Hey, guys. Would you like to join us?” Kaveh and Cyno both muttered a “no,” while Alhaitham and Sethos said “sure.” It was almost comedic.

Sadly, Alhaitham was a freaking sadist because he sat next to me, leaving the only spot left for Sethos with Cyno and Kaveh. There was not a single doubt in my mind that he did that on purpose. The benches were supposed to only seat two people, but they could take three. It was a little cramped as Alhaitham’s thigh brushed against mine, and his hand would’ve done the same if it wasn’t wrapped around my coffee cup.

Definitely on purpose. And I hated that he pretended like nothing was happening.

Cyno pushed a deck into Sethos’s hands. “Join us.”

Sethos took the deck, looking at it like a challenge. Because it was.

Then, Cyno gave another to Alhaitham. “You can join, too, if you want. I think you’re a good player.”

Yeah, he was a good player.

Alhaitham took the deck. “Thanks. I’ll play.”

Cyno looked at me. I shook my head, and he shrugged. “You play really well, too. You could probably beat Al if you tried.”

I narrowed my eyes. He was definitely trying to egg me on, and I wasn’t going to take the bait. It was obvious bait–only an idiot would fall for it.

Alhaitham scoffed. “She couldn’t beat me if she tried.”

I snatched the spare deck from Cyno’s hands. “I’m in.”

Tighnari shook his head. “Here we go again…”

[the-traveling-poet]

Hello again! 😆💗,

Thank you very much for fulfilling my request!😩. I did not expect you to fulfill it so quickly, and this made me very happy. It was funny and CUTE 💗.

Well, I have a lot of ideas, but Idk how to write them but I think it will not be as fun when I read it from someone else’s writing. 🫳🏻

It is the same idea. Fem!TitanReader X Levi, The events take place when Annie kidnapped Eren, and the reader chases her in her titan form, but Annie was able to escape after leaving the reader with dangerous injuries, and she was left alone because there wasn’t enough time to treat her until the mission was over, and Captain Levi didn’t find her among the soldiers or treatment tents, so he decided to go back to look for her, and when he found her, she was still in her titan form. She fainted and half of her limbs were still trying to regenerate.

💗(Thank you for fulfilling my first request. If you have some time, I hope you will fulfill the second request, so I can be silent in peace. Lol)

Shifting Scares

During the 57th expedition beyond the walls, everyone was on edge. While Commander Erwin hadn’t specified all the details for their plan, a select few knew the danger this put young Eren Jeager in. In order to use him as bait to draw out the ‘abnormal’ titan hiding amongst their ranks, they’d need all the protection they could get. So naturally, they’d tasked you; their secondary titan shifter, to stick close to the young boy. As plans shift and fail, you’re left with no choice but to take on the threat single handedly until help could arrive. But no one knew the danger this would place you in, until it was nearly too late.

Pairing: Levi x Titan shifter! Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries, language, fluff, s2

taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

A/N: Awe ofc lovely! I’m so glad you enjoyed the first one, and I hope I did part 2 justice! Sorry for such a long wait. Work got in the way and I had some personal issues that really took me for a turn, but here I am!

Enjoy ~

Part 1/ish

“Eld, you’re taking the lead from here. Tether the horses and get Eren out of here until I give the signal.”

The second in command gave a brisk nod in return, then turned his attention back to the front.

Just behind him, you gripped the reins holding you to your horse tighter and grit your teeth. It had been a close call, for the past several minuets. Really, it had felt like hours; galloping at top speeds to escape the grasp of the titan behind you all. You’d lost count of just how many times you’d felt her ginormous calloused fingers brushing your back through your cloak.

You’d understood why you had been placed at the rear or the Special Operations Squad. You knew it was to cover the flank and provide even more security for the young boy in front of you. But damnit if you hadn’t been scared shitless the whole time despite your agreement.

Chancing a glance back towards the front, you caught your Captain’s eye. He stared seemingly into your soul from the front of the small formation, as thought he was looking past your gaze and into your very mind. After assessing you a moment longer, he gave you a small nod. One you had a hard time returning.

“L/N, you know the drill. Watch their six. Should anything happen, you’re to act as defense.”

“‘Course, Captain,” You mumbled, trying to shoot him a smile. Though it looked more panicked than reassuring in his eyes.

Looking you over one last time with a flash of what you could have sworn was concern, he turned back to the front and crouched up onto the back of his mare and gripped the handles of his odm gear and shot off up into the forrest surrounding your path. A moment of silence accompanied his departure, and you couldn’t help but worry for his safety above your own as he returned to the Commander’s side.

Humanity’s strongest or not, the lot of you had never gone toe to toe with another shifter.

The silence followed you all up until you came to stop near a large oak, where you dismounted your own mare at Eld’s call and prepared to tether her to the tree.

“Don’t worry sweety, you’re well out of danger here,” you murmured to your loyal steed, petting across her forelock gently before shooting up into the trees with the rest of your squad.

Grappling onto the first of many branches that would bring you nearest the top of the large tree, you glanced over at Eren with a smirk as you pressed down on the lever of your gas containers; a wordless competition for a race.

Sensing your mischief, Eren rolled his eyes. But he couldn’t quite hide the interest he took in your silent challenge.

Racing through the thick limbs, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself despite the dread this mission had placed the entirety of the Corps in. But a little fun far away from the danger might help ease the boy’s mind, right?

And maybe yours, too.

The two of you touched down nearly in synch, catching your breath as you playfully shoved at one another’s shoulders with mumbles of disagreements for who’d won.

Hearing someone clear their throat, you both stopped and stared ahead with wide eyes. The rest of the SOS had made it up to the top before the both of you, much to your disgruntlement.

“Oi, you shifters…or whatever they’re calling you now; you’re more trouble than you’re worth,” Oulo grumbled out, folding his arms loosely across his chest.

Shrugging your shoulders with a careless smile, you strode past him and jumped over to an adjacent branch and took a seat with your back propped against the trunk.

“Just lessening the tension,” you sighed, closing your eyes a moment.

“Lessening the tension, my ass. You act as childish as Jeager.”

“Hey!” Eren scrunched up his face and jutted his chin, squaring his shoulders as though ready for a fight.

“Oulo that’s enough!” Petra cried, shooting her companion a glare. “Captain Levi said that Commander said this was of utmost importance, so you’d better act like it!”

“Of course it’s of most importance dear Petra, I just don’t see why Captain placed me here among you children instead of taking me with him for assistance.” Oulo clicked his tongue in annoyance, his posture aloft and dismissive.

“Assistance in what? Impersonations?” Gunther scoffed from his place leaned against one of the thick tree trunks with a humored grin.

“Wh-I do not…”

“You do, Oulo.”

You smirked to yourself on the opposite branch. Their banter never failed to boost your moral. Especially now with so much clouding your mind.

You listened in as Eren jumped into the banter, and observed how the conversation took a more somber mood a moment later. With a grunt you stood and brushed yourself off, waltzing your way closer to your companions.

“Eld’s right, we’re in some weird shit right now. But don’t you worry Eren, we’ve got this under control,” you comforted the younger man with a grin.

He returned your smile, seemingly more at ease now with the reassurance of his friends. His shoulders were less tense now, and his hands finally fell from their fists.

With a frown you lowered your gaze to your boots. You understood his rage towards the beast. A devil, really. Another shifter in Paradis; only, this one was bloodthirsty and dangerous.

Hearing all those strangled cries behind you on the trail, accompanied by sickening crunches from bones snapping into pieces and tearing through flesh…It sickened you, made you see red as your hands shook. You’d had to restrain yourself as much as Eren from breaking formation then and there to take her out.

So many lives lost…So many you had to repay…

A sharp crack off in the distance startled you from your thoughts.

Turning to face the direction your comrades all stared off at, you saw a plume of black smoke shoot up over the tree line.

“A flair signal,” Eren gasped.

“That’s our cue. It’s gotta be Captain’s signal to regroup. We’ll head that way immediately,” Eld addressed you all, finally a small smile tugging at his thin lips.

“This’ll all be over soon. Gunther, watch the rear with Y/N. Petra, Oulo, stay at Eren’s sides. I’ll take the lead.”

“Sir yes sir!” You chirped, already clipping your handles to your blades. Taking a stand beside Gunther, you shot him a grin as you watch the others shoot off into the forrest ahead of you.

“No crazy stunts, L/N. Not till we’re back in HQ.” Gunther chuckled, loosening up more now as he shot off ahead of you.

Rolling your eyes, you leapt from the tree to catch up. “Yeah yeah. You keep Oulo and Petra under control, I’ll keep Eren and myself sane.”

As the forest flew past you in a blur, and your friends in front of you continued to banter back and forth through the air, you allowed yourself a deep breath of relief.

So far, everything had gone to plan…

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“Levi, restock on your gas and blades then regroup with your squad. We must get Eren out of here as soon as possible.”

Scoffing under his breath, Levi watched as the carnage below nearly drowned out his Commander’s order. As the titans ravaged the unknown shifter’s steaming corpse only meters below him, the Captain ran a hand down his face in frustration.

“My tanks are full, and my blades were replenished earlier. I’ll be fine,” He countered, shooting a raised brown over at the tall blonde.

Erwin didn’t budge, his sharp gaze fixated on the scene below. “That’s an order, Levi. Restock, then regroup,”

Assessing Erwin only a second longer, Levi clicking his tongue in annoyance.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

With that he shot down to the ground some ways away from the titans and quickly topped off his gas containers and placed new blades into the metal scabbards at his sides, before loading up a flair gun and taking off the way he’d come.

No matter how fast he flew through the trees scanning for any clues as to where his squad had gone, he couldn’t escape the rush of worries running through his mind.

If she escaped, she could be ahead of me…with them. If she didn’t, then we threw lives away for nothing yet again.

If she did manage to escape, and I don’t reach my squad in time…

Levi shook his head and grit his teeth, pressing down harder on the gas trigger.

No, I will reach them in time. I haven’t given the signal yet, so they haven’t moved from the trees. They shouldn’t have…They haven’t. They’re still there. She still there-

Levi’s train of thought was quickly interrupted as a shape came into view amongst the trees. A deafening crack bounced off the trees around him, with a light akin to lightning illuminating his surrounding more then they already were. A shift had occurred, no doubt, but from who, he had no way of knowing.

Through the yellow hue, Levi came to a brief stop near the object and sucked in a breath.

Twisted in his own wires, the lifeless gaze of Gunther’s eyes stared back at his face.

With newfound urgency, Levi was once again shooting through the trees.

I was too late. She did get ahead of me…

A second crack lit up the forrest, making Levi’s hands grip his handles all the more tightly as he listened to the undeniable scream of Eren’s rage resonating through forrest. Damnit, where were they…

Grunted curses flew from his lips nearly as fast as he shot through the trees, desperately scanning both the tree tops and the floor below for any sign of movement. Or dare he think, any sign of what might remain.

A scream he knew all too well filled his ears as he entered a clearing in the wood, knocking him from his line of focus. Whipping his gaze this way and that, he was unable to see where she might have gone. Instead, all he saw were the broken remains of his squad lying about in heaps across the trampled ground.

Goddamnit Y/N…Not you too…

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What felt like days might have only been hours. Or even just minuets. Every second that passed you by only reminded you of the pain that coursed through every limb.

And still I failed…

Of course the flair signal had been a trap. You should have seen that coming. As Gunther fell victim before your very eyes, and the figure weaving in and out of sight to your left finally took form in the shape of the dreaded shifter, you’d lost yourself to panic a second longer than you should have.

As you were corned in the clearing, it took Eld’s spine snapping into two for you to shake yourself out of your panic. You’d failed to act as defense before now, but you’d be damned if you let this devil claim you all.

You shifted quickly, screaming at Eren to run. Your transformation distracted the female titan just long enough for Oulo and Petra to blind and immobilize her.

But not long enough for them to completely escape.

You’d charged her with a shriek, determined to avenge your fallen squad. Blow after blow you delivered and received, but never once did you waver.

Even when her stronger jaw bit clean through your arm, severing the limb halfway up the humorous. Even when your legs were clawed from your hips and your face torn nearly in half.

Even then, you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop.

Briefly you registered Eren charging in behind you as you clung to the female titan, ripping through the skin of his hand to kickstart his own transformation. You could do nothing but watch as he tackled her, and in turn you. With your broken body flung to the side, you were unable to dodge the next blow thrown your way. The hardened skin of the titan’s heel came crashing down only a foot away from your nape, making your world go completely black.

Now, unable to claw your way out of your titan, you were left steaming in the woods. Unable to move, unable to call for help.

Whether Eren had defeated her, you feared you’d never know. Regardless of the outcome, you started to think that maybe this fate that had befallen you was well deserved.

What good was a shifter like you when you couldn’t even complete an order?

The sound of wire cables anchoring into the trees somewhere around you caught your attention. Though you couldn’t see through titan’s eyes, you could still hear. Straining to listen, you heard the zipping of cables cease, only to be replaced by rushed footsteps and a panicked call.

Another moment of silence followed, in which you were only slightly aware of a presence standing on your titan’s back. Blinding light filled your senses, and you felt your body being forcefully removed from the wreckage.

Finally able to see, you turned your head with a grunt to see just who had pulled you out.

Forehead damp with sweat and evaporating titan blood, hands shaking as they held you up into a seated position with a pained grunt. You squinted your eyes and furrowed your brow.

“L-levi?”

“You don’t have the energy to talk, brat. You’re not healing as fast as you normally do.” Levi grumbled, observing your steaming body.

A raspy chuckle escaped your chapped lips despite yourself. “Probably cause I got stepped on. Should have seen what I did to her though.”

“I did. She escaped.” He replied bluntly, picking you up with ease as he stood.

Letting your head fall against his shoulder, you let out a shaky sigh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t act fast enough. If I had…t-the squad…she wouldn’t have gotten away-“

“I said you don’t have the energy to talk brat. Focus on healing yourself while I rush us back to the front. They’ve started to depart, and I’ll be damned if we’re left stranded out here alone.”

Humming half heartedly in agreement, you closed your eyes as you felt him shoot back up into the trees. For a minute, you did try to focus on healing. But at the moment, that felt impossible.

No; undeserving.

“I’m sorry…I couldn’t save them.”

“It’s not your fault, Y/N.” The soft tone of his voice surprised you, making you peer up at him.

“You did what you could. And it’s more than any of us could have done. Both you and Eren will be returned to base soon enough. I’m just glad you survived.”

“But the others…Gunther, Eld, Petra, Oulo…”

You felt him physically shudder at their names being spoken. Undoubtedly, you knew he had seen what you had. Shying away from his gaze, you kept your eyes on your steaming skin.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” he sighed, coming to a stop by grappling into the nearest tree and kneeling against the bark with a pained huff. “I wasn’t there in time. Not only did the bitch get away, but it left you injured in the process. I never wished for you to end up in this state.”

You examined his face, what of it you could see as he turned away. The pain etched into every mark lining his furrowed brow only made you feel worse.

“I won’t end up like this again, and that’s a promise. I’ll get stronger, I’ll be better,” you whispered, gently tugging at his chin to make him meet your eye.

“It won’t be like this next time. I’ll train more, prepare more…so that I can save more.”

Finally, his frown let up and his brow relaxed. Cradling you more firmly against him, he caged you in his arms and shot his wires into the next tree. To your surprise, he looked down to meet your eye before taking off again; this time, with a hint of a smile.

“Well unless this training idea of yours involves setting me up in another damned tree without my gear, I’ll be there with you. Every step of the way.”

[ericaand]

can i request an angsty hurt/comfort eddie munson x reader? i would love to see reader meeting kas!eddie for the first time and realizing how much her boyfriend has changed and maybe even saves him? idk haha!

or!! this is very specific, but could you do a cheerleader!reader x eddie munson, where they are in an established relationship when s4 happens. and they used to be enemies before they became lovers? so maybe reader or eddie gets hurt and hits their head (blunt force, bleeding, swelling, idk) during the piggyback plan (as opposed to getting eaten by bats) and so when one of them wakes up in the hospital, they have lost their memories of the last few years? and so whoever didn’t get injured has to be put through the hurt/comfort of realizing that their partner doesn’t remember dating them, but does remember when they were ‘enemies’? and ofc a happy ending, maybe where they try to get the one who was injured to get to know them again in hopes of it jogging their memories. (bonus points if one of them is insulting the other, like if cheerleader!reader lost her memories she would probably call eddie a freak and if eddie lost his memories he would probably call her a half wit conformist or something)

just some ideas!!

Oooooh, I'm getting 'The Vow' vibes from this.

Yes, absolutely.

Thanks for the request Anon. I hope it reaches you so you can enjoy it I had a blast writing it. Hope you like ittt!

"Eddie, dear, you've got to go. Visiting hours are over."

"Can I just stay, just a few more minutes? What if she wakes up? She'll be scared if she's alone." He sighs.

"No dear, I'm sorry." The nurse opens the large door and waves him through.

Eddie wanders out to the hall and to his van, where he sleeps at night while you're in the hospital.

You blink your eyes open, foggy and faded. The only light that fills the room is from the machines that you're connected to. Annoying, repetitive beeps are amidst the silence. It doesn't take long for you to recognize you're in the hospital.

"Hello? Hellooo?" You search for a nurse button; once found you push it. You see a swipe of a figure passing your window of the hall as the door swings open.

"Oh my! Hello, dear! How are you?" The nurse asks.

"I'm...kind of thirsty." You respond horsely.

"Oh of course you are! Allow me to grab you some water and I'll find the doctor, he'll be in quickly."

You're sipping your water as the doctor enters. He asks if you know who you are, where you are, and how you got here. You respond with knowing who you are, and where you are, but not how you got here. He nods and checks you over, assuring you that you are doing well.

"Honey?" The nurse knocks and enters slowly. "I have someone here to see you. He hasn't left your side. I practically have to drag him out of here every day after visiting hours are over." She giggles.

She opens the door wider and you nod. None other than Eddie "the freak" Munson walks in! You shake your head, furrowing your brows, and wrinkling your nose.

"What are you doing here, freak?" You scoff, arms folded over your chest.

Eddie breathes deeply, then begins to laugh as he walks to you and bends down to hug you.

"Ew, what're you doing?"

"Baby, why are you being mean?" He asks.

"Cause you're a freak, and you tried to touch me! Why are you even here?"

"Are you okay?" Eddie looks concerned, then dashes out the door. "Nurse! Hello? Somebody! There's something wrong with my girlfriend!"

Girlfriend. GIRLFRIEND. Girlfriend. No, no, no. There is no way this freak thinks you're his girlfriend.

The three of them rush in, Eddie standing at the foot of your bed; hand across his chest, biting his nails on the other. A nurse on one side, and the doctor on the other.

You point to Eddie, "This freak thinks I'm his girlfriend! I am not. He needs to leave, like right now."

You can see Eddie's eyes welling as he shakes his head. The nurse quietly speaks something to him and whisks him away.

"Gross." You say under your breath.

Your parents came and picked you up the next day. As you neared your house, you noticed Eddie's van in your driveway. "Mom, what's the freak doing here? Is he stalking me or something?"

Your mom furrowed her brows, then widened her eyes. "Oh I don't know honey, I'll tell him to go home."

On your first day back at school, people took two approaches to you. First, some acted like you were a fragile china doll and ignored you completely. Second, they hovered around you, like you were a damn queen; fun at first, now annoying.

You unlatched the locker and opened it, breathing in an oddly familiar smell. As you moved books and binders out of the way you come to find a bandana. It smells of sweat and cheap shampoo. It instantly gives you butterflies as you felt a smile beginning to form on your face. You shook your head and began to pull everything from your locker in search of more evidence. Nothing.

Back at home, you begin to go through your things - drawers, diaries, notebooks, photo albums, everything you could possibly think of to find clues about the mystery man.

So far you'd found a guitar pick, the bandana, and a ring made of paperclips with what looked like a heart-shaped rock, kinda. You gathered them into your hands and laid them on the kitchen counter by your mom.

"Who's are these?" You asked firmly.

Your mother tapped the wooden spoon on the edge of the pan and set it down. She turned to you, put her hands on her hips, and sighed.

You looked at her with wide eyes, "So?"

"I just thought we'd gotten a second chance with you! I took the opportunity while I could! You've got to understand, we don't want you to ruin your life. You have so much potential." She raised her voice even louder, "And that freak was about to take it all away! He was going to take you away from us, from here, from your dreams of college and a career!"

You clenched your jaw and inhaled deeply, shaking your head. You ran back to your room, put on your sneakers, and stormed through the front door. You could hear your mother yelling as you ran down the road, tears welling in your eyes.

As you reached the road that enters the trailer park, you slowed down and walked as you caught your breath. You stared at the ground, mumbling as you walked. Why didn't anyone say a damn thing? Were they really all that afraid of him? Or maybe just shitty friends.

You reached the bottom of the stairs to Eddie's trailer and it felt familiar. It felt like coming home. You heard the metal of the door unlatch, and the creak of the door opening slowly. You looked up.

"Y/n?"

Your lower lip began to quiver as you allowed your tears to stream down your face. Eddie ran down the stairs, chains clanking and dangling.

He wrapped you up in his arms and placed a hand on your head as you brought it to his shoulder. You two stood, rocking side to side as he whispered, "It's okay. It's all okay. I'm here. We're okay." And you could hear his voice cracking.

You grabbed his waist and pushed him away enough to look him in the eyes.

"Eddie, I'm so sorry. I don't feel like myself again, but it's slowly coming back. Little things, here and there. I found your bandana in my locker, and it smelled like you. So I searched and searched, and found your pick and a paper clip ring." You began to cry harder.

He grabbed either side of your face and used his thumbs to wipe away your tears; the roughness scratching your skin.

"None of it made sense! None of it felt right. And no. one. fucking. told me! Screw them all!" You yelled.

"But as soon as I got to this bottom step, I just knew." You said with a shrug.

Eddie placed a hard and long kiss on your forehead.

You placed your hand on his stomach and pushed him away, looking at him with disgust. "Ew, freak!"

Then you smiled devilishly, grabbing him by his leather jacket and pulling him in as you dove onto his lips. You could feel the curve of his lips into a smile, as he mumbled into your kiss. "I love you."

[justalilguyoops]

What made you think about writing LAWS in the reverse perspective? Felix being obsessive and Ollie being....less

omg.....this is such a good question!!!! hello anon and thank you for this hehehe

okay so I'm pretty sure i had a eureka, light bulb over the head moment but I don't remember what or when exactly it was

BUT! there were a few things that led up to it! I wasn't originally planning on doing another fic and definitely not a long fic, but idk i think i was possessed probably

one of the things that made me go "huh. interesting idea" was reading a post on tumblr about how Felix probably thinks he's in a romcom, how his party outfit is reminiscent of Baz Luhrmann's Juliet in R&J. So that got me thinking about the film from Felix's perspective.

Another thing that also caught my attention is how much this fandom (and me) eats up an obsessive/possessive/jealous lil bitch Felix. I also think there's proof in the film that Felix IS possessive over Oliver.

Barry Keoghan's rizz was also another factor. I can't remember what video or what really triggered it, but I thinkkkk maybe his Hot Ones interview? But I think there was another video way before that too that gave me the initial idea, since I think LAWS originally sprouted in my brain like....20 chapters before WIPIP ended.

I was just like "wow....his power...." and I do think Oliver had like a bit of his charisma, but...what if....i dialed it up to Barry Keoghan's innate level? what if oliver had that goin awn?

I also came up with the line in chapter 7, where Oliver asks if Vee is pretty and when Felix gets defensive and asks why, oliver just responds with "Figured. Y’know, because you are."

i wanted....to use that....so badly once my brain produced it

Oxford days of the film also particularly captivated me, mainly the moments of the montage. The guitar scene was a HUGE contributing factor for me wanting to write LAWS in Oxford days.

why did I do LAWS in modern day?

Primarily because I wanted Felix to vape. truly. that was like the main reason.

Along with just a generally more accepting culture of LGBTQIA+, cellphones, and social media. I wanted to make all of them even worse by giving them access to tiktok <3

So, more or less, I did want to write LAWS as a college romcom, something much lighter and totally different from WIPIP.

I wanted to do it from Felix's POV because WIPIP was more predominantly Oliver (despite switching POV each chapter; it was still very much Oliver's story and we all tended to view the story as a whole from his POV).

The reversal of role was motivated by Felix being the possessive one first!!! This was a SUPER long answer and I'm going to include a bit more beneath this, but warning: It contains spoilers for PART ONE of LAWS!

DON'T READ BELOW IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED LAWS PART ONE!

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I was also just really interested in exploring the Quick family. In the film, we view them as kind people who care about their son, which y'know, makes oliver look terrible for his lies.

HOWEVER! There has to be a reason that Oliver is what he is. Obviously, people develop individuality on their own and not everything is a product of nurture vs. nature, but I do believe that there's something to that. Parts of us can be a product of our environment.

Also, if you've read my past writing, you know I really enjoy religious themes, specifically Christianity.

Fun fact, but I am and have been atheist my whole life, my whole family is. I've never attended a church service.

BUT i am extremely fascinated by it (which def reflects in my writing lol) and enjoy exploring all the ideas, stories, and culture. I did notice in the film that Paula wears a cross necklace, which kinda indicates that they are religious in some variation.

What if the Quicks always knew that Oliver was bisexual? What if they never spoke of it? Oliver, always on his own at school. Never had any friends. Why were his parents OKAY with that?

Personally, if my parents noticed something like that they'd want to have a conversation with me or my school: was I being bullied? were there any issues on the playground? why did I not have any friends?

Instead, Paula uses excuses of him being "so clever", kind of brushing off her son's loneliness? idk, they very clearly love their son, but there are some little indications that Oliver struggled in his youth and his parents never really addressed it? (obviously all of this is just a theory and think i've kinda come up with)

SOOOOO i wanted to investigate that in modern day. The kind of outdated and conservative ideals of a religious family and their bisexual son. (of course still happens all over the world, but in my personal life I feel like I don't hear about this experience as often. I live on the west coast of the USA which I think is a contributing factor)

AND I WANT TO SAY I hope that my stories and references to religion are never harmful to those that are religious. I try hard to be respectful and honest with information.

I find religions to be super interesting and never intend to be insensitive! I try to do a lot of research, but obviously as someone kinda standing outside and looking in, I may get things wrong.

I don't intend for LAWS to be disrespectful towards Christianity; I'm merely trying to write a story about what has and is happening to many LGBTQIA+ youths in strict religious households. I know of many religious families that unequivocally love their queer children, but there's always the other side of the coin.

anyways!!! longest answer ever!!! sorry for this word vomit!!! and thank you again for such a wonderful question hehe

[leiawritesstories]

20 Questions for Writers!

Thanks for the tag @writtenonreceipts!! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

21 and counting 👀

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

226,575

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily for Throne of Glass, but I'm always open to writing for more fandoms :)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Chef Rowan

Fly The Black Flag

Until Proven Guilty

Wild Proposal Stories

Quarter After One

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!! Comments are one of the best parts of being a writer/creator and it makes me happy to both receive and give them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Late-Night Dances, which involves MCD🫣🫣 or really any of the handful of fics I've written where a character doesn't make it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oooh maybe Fly The Black Flag? I kind of borrowed the ending from POTC but changed some things, and a little while later, I was able to write a sort of epilogue/outtake where Rowaelin have a child, and it was super fluffy and cute and heartwarming.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No? I don't think so, this community is genuinely wonderful and so supportive :))

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes I do, hehe. I've only ever written F/M explicit content

10. Do you write crossovers?

Well......sort of. I like to sneak in characters from the other SJM books if it's possible and if it works, and once upon a time I tried to write a crossover fic that has since been abandoned 😂. But if it's ever in the cards, I'd love to properly write one!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also nope, but that would be so cool

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Possibly 👀👀👀 @mariaofdoranelle

14. What is your all-time favorite ship?

Rowan x Aelin. They will never not be an OTP.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably The Only Option, which has a whole plan/outline and some notes for the plot but will probably never be anything more than what it is. This also happens to be the fic that sparked my main idea for an original novel, so it might never be more of a fanfic, idk.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I honestly don't know lol. I think I can write family dynamics/kids pretty well, but I grew up with a bunch of siblings so it's kind of easier for me to write sibling and family dynamics. I'm also the proud (?) owner of an inner angst monster that I call Frederick, and he's very very good at having ideas for making situations painful 🤭

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely consistency. Even in oneshots, I'm prone to forgetting what I wrote earlier or if they're linked oneshots/in the same setting or world, I tend to forget or change details about the setting, which just bothers me SO much. And don't even get started on how horribly inconsistent I am in long fics 😭😭 like, I'm a hella planner, but somehow I'll be rereading old parts of a draft (hello, Until Proven Guilty) and realize that there are big glaring gaps from the earlier parts to the later parts and just cry over the plot holes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Love it! If the language is significant to a certain character, particularly to their background/development, I love to see dialogue in another language. Wish I spoke better in the other languages that I sort of know (Spanish/tiny bit of Italian) so I could incorporate it into writing. I think it's also super super amazing how some writers can create original languages.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Bloody Jack Throne of Glass! Started writing and never stopped lol ;)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i had a whole lot of fun writing DILF Rowan, which came from a prompt. also really really enjoyed The Assassin and the Princess, which is a sort of alternate canon reimagining.

some tags if you want: @mariaofdoranelle @elentiyawhitethorn @tomtenadia @house-of-galathynius @rowanaelinn and anyone else who wants to!!!

[bulbabutt]

god i just went through my own art tag since like... ever doing the turtles thing on here and i just find it so funny that every thing ive done has essentially started as "this will be funny i hope people laugh" and then it slowly grows more emotional depth and then i end up PUNCHING u in the gut w feels IVE LITERALLY DONE THIS MULTIPLE TIMES.......

haha what if rise leo got out funnied by 87 raph WOMP HES CRYING IN OTHER LEOS ARMS NOW

haha what if rise donnie tries to kill 87 donnie WOMP NEITHER OF THEM GET ENOUGH PRAISE AND BOND OVER IT

haha what if the 03 turtles watch star trek WOMP GET WORM GENDER EUPHORIA FUCKHEADS

which isnt me trying to toot my own horn or anything, i just really have appreciated the encouragement over the past uh. year and a half? that everyone has given me? like theres been ups and downs, but i gained a lot of confidence and felt like trying new things and being more creative. so many of the silly things ive enjoyed doing to make you laugh have turned into very genuine moments of joy and tears. like i genuinely have appreciated everybody who's ever looked at my work and said something nice idk WHAT i would be doing without that. like idk where else i would ever have felt comfortable enough to turn something like "what if the turtles watched star trek" into "mikey comes out as genderfluid" without people being so fucking nice and willing to hear me out and let me be sincere.

i always feel like i havent actually done that much art, but then i look back and im like whoa. wait thats actually a lot. and comics? strips and otherwise? ive never done that before! it just happened cuz people started being kind about my ideas and now ive gotten so much better! ive mentioned this before, but like i hadnt done art in....years. we're talkin 5 year gap at least. not for lack of trying. but honestly i often feel very dejected about my abilities and compare my work to others often. feel too old to be as amateur as i am. but genuinely, its meant a lot to just spread joy about something i like regardless of how good or bad i ever think i am at it. truly theres just a level of sincere kindness to things i create now that idk if i ever would have found without how nice and open people are.

bleh, idk where that all came from i guess just wanna say like ay im proud of me and im proud of you, lets all keep being kind to each other it makes us better ❤️

[random-vore-blog]

Sugar and Spice

I came up with the title for this one (sorry if I kept making you do Rengoku I’m just a huge fan of him and he’s my comfort character but this character is different!) I was thinking of Sanemi X Reader sfw Vore story, where Sanemi was just trying to tell his feelings to the reader but he couldn’t and when he was training with the reader, they get injured and Sanemi wanted to keep them in his stomach after Shinobu treated their wounds and gave them medicine, idk I’m just very tired and in the mood for Sanemi and Genya but I’ll request Genya later if you like-

I love this boy! And wanted to use my au for this! And sorry if this is late or not what you wanted, I tried. Enjoy!

" Can you ever be weaker?!"

Those words were something I have gotten used to. How my brother was able to ignore his rude comments was beyond me. But it wasn't like I could fight a Wind Hashira. No... he was the second strongest Hashira in this forest.

His white hair stuck out from his tanned features and scarred body. His gorgeous purple eyes stared at me with his exposed, scarred chest...

" ..."

I said nothing and just got up. This was no time to be weak in fromt of him... there was no way I could be weak in front of the Wind Hashira.

" But I am different."

" STOP WITH THAT BULLSHIT! YOU AND YOUR BROTHER THINK YOU ARE BOTH THINK THAT YOU ARE ABOVE US!"

" ... I- ..."

I kept my mouth shut, keeping quiet as not to anger him any further. Why didn't he look at my wrists and see the blood dripping down onto the ground? Was he blind?

" And why are you bleeding?"

" Training."

" Training? You have weak skin."

" How did you know my skin was weak?"

I asked oh so plainly. How did he know my skin would break by just the mere touch of a twig? Just a pinch to the skin in one area? The largest oragan covering my body and hiding my flesh and muscle?

I saw his eyes widen slightly, the scowl gone and turned into something of shock. I have never seen a reaction like that from him, never.

" What?"

He breathed out, something below a whisper but I could hear what he asked. It was almost as if... he was worried? Was he worried? What did worry sound like in someone's voice again?

" What- how- would you repeat that."

" How did you know I have weak skin?"

I repeated the question, and I swore that his cheeks flushed red. Was he sick? Did he catch a fever? Should I take h-

I felt myself being picked up, the rough but soft surface of Sanemi's skin made contact with my wrist as I held his arm out of reflexes.

" What are you doing? Put me down."

" We are going to see Kocho. Your hand is bleeding more ever since we kept speaking."

" There is no need to take me."

I insisted, but he ignored my words. I was at a loss for words. Really, I was. I didn't know that he cared about me this much. However, I don't think he does care about me. I am just like mg brother, Giyu. Why would he like me if I am related to Giyu?

-x-

" How is she, Kocho?"

" Well- she is currently unconscious and seems to be like Tomioka in a way."

" Which is?"

I questioned, mixed feelings swirling around my mind and heart. Why didn't I just confess my love for her?

" Sleeping a lot."

" Pardon?"

" She likes to sleep in questionable areas like Tomioka."

This was getting weirder and weirder. First she asked how I knew that her skin was weak- which I had no idea, and now I find out she has questionable sleeping habits that are worrisome?

" I found her in a pond once."

" HUH?! How does one manage to fall asleep in a pond?!"

" I don't know."

I swore that I was going crazy, because I thought I felt my soul leave my body. This wass just getting weirder and weirder.

...

I stared at Y/n, and sighed, looking at the hand that held the plant that could shrink anything.

I swore that I was not intending to have done this, but I couldn't keep it a secret anymore. My cravings grew each passing day whenever I saw Y/n.

Slowly, I rubbed the ripped off end on her skin, making sure to be as delicate as possible as I squeezed all the plant juice out onto her arm.

She slowly shrank, and I could feel my mouth water. Kocho was the one who knew about my love for Y/n- the romantic one.

I shivered as I gently picked her sleeping form up in my hand after the shrinking stopped. She was so small compared to my palm.

My mouth slowly opened and I gently tossed her inside before closing my mouth and swallowed. I could feel the small, warm and fragile body slip down my throat and into my stomach.

It felt... nice, in a way. Even if Y/n was unconscious, it still felt nice to have a little weight in there with the knowledge that she will be safe. God I missed this feeling so much.

I stood up and climbed in her bed, curling up as I felt drowsiness creep up my spine. I'll confess later. For now, I knew we both needed to rest after such a long day.

And then, as soon as I closed my eyes, I fell into the world of sleep.

The End