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deathmetalunicorn1 · 8 months

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Hello good morning, I hope you get well soon, dear. So this is my request for today! Can you write a competition between the gods and human fighter, but instead of the main objective of the competition, they compete because of human reader they fall in love with. You can make the ending.

Lu Bu and Thor

Poseidon and Kojiro sasaki

Jack the ripper and hercules

Qin shi huang and hades

Stay safe and have a nice day. 😍

-Gods vs. Humanity, a fight to the death with one goal in mind!

-Is it for survival? NO!

-It is for bragging rights? NO!

-It was for one thing and one thing only- Y/N!

-You were a human, beautiful and highly desirable, earning your spot in Valhalla after you sacrificed yourself to save a child. You were selfless, kind to all, and just a ray of sunshine, it was hard not to fall for you!

-Both gods and humans were vying for your attention, however…you were a little dense when it came to flirting, you had no idea these nice men gifting you flowers and other gifts wanted to court you. You just thought they were being nice!

-They also realized this, that you were dense, but it added to your cuteness, but it also showed how many were actually vying for your attention.

-Arguments and fights broke out, amongst the two factions, but also amongst themselves, and Zeus offered the idea of having a tournament, gods vs. humanity, and whichever side won would be the only ones allowed to court you, then whichever side won would fight amongst themselves at that point.

-You were blissfully unaware that you were technically the prize in this tournament, mainly because you didn’t know about the tournament- during the whole of it, you were enjoying a picnic in a large garden and reading quietly.

-Lu Bu and Thor- Maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea, pitting these two against each other, as the match had been going on for hours now, neither one giving an inch. At first the fight was amazing, it was so entertaining, but after the first hour, while not boring, watching these two just beating on one another left the crowd wanting new blood, new fighters. At first, Thor and Lu Bu were bitter rivals, both men wanting you for their own, but after realizing that they were both strong, being able to fight against each other without holding back, they quickly became friends. They felt a kinship with each other, being unparalleled warriors, and finally, after just over four hours, they finally stopped, shaking hands in the middle of the arena, forming a truce and a friendship, willing to share you if you wanted to be shared.

-Kojiro and Poseidon- Unlike the previous match, there would be no truce, no sharing, as Poseidon viewed humans, except for you, as beings beneath him, not worthy of his time, and he was only fighting in this tournament so he could go after you. He had no issues stepping on humans to get to his goal, and he had no issues fighting other gods as well. You were perfection- you belonged by his side! Kojiro on the other hand, wanted to keep you safe, he could see the leering looks of these ‘young ones’, both gods and humans, and knew that he wanted to keep you safe. The only way to do that was to win so humanity would win so he could be by your side to keep you safe and he was willing to push himself farther than he had ever had before to do so.

-Jack and Hercules- Hercules had a similar mentality to Kojiro, who could see how others were looking at you, like a pack of lions looking at a newborn lamb, he had to keep you safe! All that stood between keeping you safe was a man who had the same goal, a serial killer of all people- there was no way that Hercules was going to let someone like that get someone like you! Jack saw you as his salvation, the light his dark world, you were pure, untainted by evil emotions like greed and anger, and he wanted to protect that, protect you. Jack desired to keep you all to himself, wanting to keep you away from all others who would taint his bright light. He had no issues snuffing the light out of others to do so.

-Qin Shi Huang and Hades- Another kinship was formed, both being kings and both knowing how hard the job is- however, that’s as far as the kinship went. When it came down to it, you were the goal- they both wanted you as their queen, the one they wanted to stand beside them, and they were standing in each other’s way. This wound up being another very long fight, as neither one wanted to give in and submit, neither one giving an inch! It wound up being another tie after they both knocked themselves out in a double TKO.

-At your picnic you sneezed suddenly, holding your hand to your face, “Oh? I wonder who’s talking about me.” Geirölul looked up at you from where she was resting her head on your lap, knowing full well what was going on but she wasn’t going to lose you to anyone, “Probably people who think you’re adorable.”

-You squeaked cutely, holding your cheeks with your hands as your face turned red as Geirölul grinned warmly, you were really too cute for your own good.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror thor #ror lu bu #ror poseidon #ror kojiro sasaki #ror jack the ripper #ror heracles #ror hades #ror qin shi huang

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artiststarme · 11 months

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Another Bad Day

Based on a prompt given by @mysticcrownshipper. I'm sorry it took so long but I hope you like it! Please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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Steve was content. He didn’t want to jinx himself but he was pretty happy. He had his friends, he was dating Eddie, and his brother was back in his life with his super cool boyfriend too. What wasn’t he to like about that?

It was just another evening at the Harrington house and he was relaxing on one end of the couch while Phil and Dio were at the other end. They were cuddling and playing footsie together like Steve would've been with Eddie had he invited him over. But subjecting Eddie to the mustachioed protectiveness of his older brother sounded less like a relaxing movie night and more like inviting a lamb into a lion’s den. Guaranteed homicide.

He didn’t know how Dio convinced him and Phil to watch Halloween again but they were both terrified at the events happening on-screen, jumping at every scary moment. Steve was not a fan of scary movies, especially having lived through a horror series himself. As such, he was gripping a pillow tight and squeezing his eyes shut through every jumpscare. No way was he getting another heart attack, no thank you.

At a particularly scary scene that he could sense even with his eyes squeezed tight, Steve jumped and let out a scream of shock. To his further surprise and horror, he heard a gasp come from the hallway behind him. This only prompted him to scream more and plunge his head underneath his blanket as if that would protect him from whatever dangerous home invader was creeping behind him.

“Son of a biscuit,” he heard Phil curse as he stumbled to turn on the lights. With a few more grunts and bumps, the lights flickered on and Steve slowly poked his head out of the safety of the blanket.

When the lights came on however, he saw something much more frightening than any home invader or murderer. Instead, he saw their parents. Martha Harrington was literally clutching her pearls as she stood glaring at them all in distaste and Richard Harrington was fuming behind her where he held their luggage. Poor Dio paused the movie and stood in the center of the living room looking the most out of place as he’d ever been.

“Steven, I see you continue to disappoint us. Not only are you lounging around like a child but you’re also keeping distasteful company.” Martha scowled at him with her eyes narrowed in disgust.

He shrunk at her words and looked away. His parents always knew how to bring him down and ruin his night. It was disappointing but oddly comforting in its continuity.

“See your guests out and make sure they don’t come back. You’re enough of a disappointment as it is, we don’t need them further tarnishing your reputation. And ours,” His dad sneered at him.

“You fucking dick! You don’t get to talk to him like that. You and mom haven’t been home in ten goddamn months and you think you have the right to tell Steve who he can and can’t hang out with? Fuck you.” Phil hissed at them both, his face red with fury and his mustache twitching with barely contained rage.

Richard’s face reddened to match and he shoved an accusing finger right in Phil’s face. “You shouldn’t even be here! We washed our hands of you years ago and yet you still come around to harass us. How pathetic are you?”

Phil flinched back but quickly regained his composure. “Oh, you think I’m pathetic? You’re the one that kicked me out for ‘being a bad influence on Steve’ when I joined the police force. Now you’re screwing your secretary and dragging mom all around the country for supposed business trips. Who’s really the pathetic one, Dick?”

Richard raised his hand to swing at Phil but his wrist was grabbed by a silently fuming Dio. “Don’t touch him or I will sever every one of your fingers and feed them to you. Back away.”

“Who the hell even are you? What are you doing in my house?” Steve’s dad turned his anger to Dio instead but he was only met with an unimpressed look in response.

“Trying to watch a fucking movie, Dick.”

Steve’s mom spoke up then and moved a hand to Richard’s shoulder to hold him back. “Phil, you are no longer my son or a part of this family. That means that you can’t come into our house and you can’t associate with Steven.”

“Fuck you, Martha! You want to accuse us of being disappointments and bad sons and whatever the fuck else you say but it’s really you two that are the disappointments. You’re bad fucking parents and I hope you rot in hell.” With that, Phil grabs his jacket and storms outside. It’s all too reminiscent of the first time he left, years prior, when it was followed by a loatheful silence between the brothers. It left Steve feeling unmoored, frazzled in a way he couldn’t remember ever feeling.

There’s silence in the living room for a moment where his parents, Dio, and Steve stand around looking at each other before Richard sighs and glares at him.

“Look what you’ve done, Steven. Your mother and I are exhausted after our trip and we had to come home to this ludicracy. Ridiculous.”

“Yeah alright. Steve, come with me. You can stay with us for a while instead of staying here with these assholes. Go pack a bag and we’ll get going,” Dio told him, softly pushing at his shoulder.

“Excuse me-” His mother tried to protest.

“You’re excused. Go ahead, Steve.”

~*~*~*~

Steve spends the night at Phil’s and Dio’s, sleeping in the guest room and ignoring the woeful glances Phil sent to him. He had no interest in rehashing anything with his brother and a strong urge to ignore everything that had happened in order to move on.

When an acceptable hour in the morning came, Steve got himself dressed and left the house. He was off of work that day but his plans of sleeping in were thwarted. He couldn’t believe that his parents had come home after so long without any notice or that they’d obliterated Phil right in front of him again like the first time hadn’t been enough. Most of all though, he was surprised that Phil and Dio had stuck up for him. No one had ever defended him from his parents before and Steve really didn’t know how to handle that.

He continued about his day as if his parents’ return hadn’t shaken him to his core. He returned a few tapes to Family Video, hit the grocery store to pick up some snacks, and went to Melvald’s to get his migraine prescription. Steve ignored how every loud noise made him flinch and how every person in his peripheral vision appeared to be his dad seeking him out for revenge.

Eventually, he decided to stop pretending to be a functioning member of society and to seek out the comfort of his friends instead. He went from the Melvald’s parking lot directly to the Wheeler’s basement where nearly everyone was already congregated.

“Oh-ho-ho Steve, nice of you to join us. We’ve been calling your house all day, dude. Where have you been?” Eddie asked him haughtily as soon as he came in.

“I was running some errands. Here’s some snacks for you guys,” Steve said, dumping all of the chips and candy out on the coffee table. He plopped himself to the floor at the foot of one of the arm chairs and watched his friends attack the offerings like a kettle of vultures.

“Thank god you’re rich, Steve. We were starving,” Lucas told him and patted his knee.

“You mean thank god for his rich parents. They probably gave him an allowance and he wasted it on food. Loser move, Steve,” Mike sneered at him.

"Hey, Steve isn't a loser! He just doesn't apply himself," Dustin weakly defended.

Steve just looked at them all as they laughed at him trying to do a nice thing. Nothing he ever did was enough for anyone. He would always be a disappointment to his parents, a burden for his brother, and a loser to the group of friends that meant everything to him. What was the point in even trying anymore?

He didn’t realize it but sometime during his thought process, his breaths had become labored. His chest was tight and his face was turning red from lack of air.

“Steve? Steve, are you having a panic attack? Everything is okay, you just have to breathe,” Eddie spoke to him gently before turning to the kids. “Look what you guys did! You should know not to talk about his parents, dipshits! Call Officer Callahan or Hopper, shit, call Robin. Just do something other than gawking at him!”

Steve couldn’t breathe. The panic was clawing at his throat and it felt like he was back in the lake being dragged into Hell by the demon tentacles. Then not only was he obsessing over his parents in town and what the Party thought of him but he was also agonizing over the phantom pain in his sides and the suffocating pain around his neck.

“Steve, stop clawing at your neck, that’ll make it worse. Calm down, wherever your mind went, you’re not there. You’re with me, Eddie, in the Wheeler’s basement. Don’t you smell the stank of dirty socks and Mike? Come back to me.”

“That’s uncalled for-”

“Wheeler, shut the hell up before I make you. Stevie, you’re okay.”

Steve doesn’t know how long he was in his state of panic stuck in his head but he started coming out of it when he heard his brother’s frazzled voice.

“Steve?! Steve, where are you? Where is he, where’s my brother?” He could literally hear the emotions in his voice and picked his head up a little bit to look for him.

“Steve! Hey, it-it’s Phil. I don’t know why you’re panicking but if any of these bitchasses did anything, I will arrest them and give them a juvenile record. Just say the word, little bro. You’re okay,” he comforted in the only way he knew how (threatening children).

With enough of his… unconventional words of comfort, Steve was able to pull himself from the throes of panic and slump ungracefully into his arms. Everyone present fell back on their haunches and let out a sigh of relief. Eddie pulled one of Steve’s hands onto his own lap whether to offer his own comfort or be comforted from the no-doubt horrific sight of Steve choking on air.

They’d have to talk about what triggered him to have a panic attack eventually, probably after Phil lectured them and Robin got off of work to rip them a new one once she heard what happened. But they would discuss it and how ungrateful the kids had been to have snacks delivered at their feet precisely when they wanted them. But for now, Steve would hold hands with Eddie and lay his head against his brother’s chest in the longest, yet least awkward, hug they’d ever had.

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back-on-my-autistic-bullshit · 3 months

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Join me as I go feral about klance + Dear Arkansas Daughter by Lady Lamb at 4/5am

Ok. OKAY.

The first three lines are just:

Take a swim in the water / Take a swim in the water / Dear Arkansas Daughter

I have nothing special to say about this except that Lance and water are interconnected in my brain, unsurprisingly. I mean he pilots the blue lion so it just makes sense yk yk

You with the dark curls, you with the watercolour eyes / You who bares your teeth with every smile

This one is SO obvious but. Dark curls = Keith and watercolour eyes is Lance

Bares your teeth with every smile FEELS like Keith too. He's smiling and supposed to be friendly but is still coming off as idk like ??? Standoffish or argumentative anyway!

He says "I can always hear you sing, I wanna hear you speak to me"

This HITS. Imagining this as Keith begging Lance to just TALK to him to tell him how he FEELS because Lance is used to concealing how he feels with jokes. UGH

Skipping a line or two bc I don't have thoughts about those

I was talking at a cigarette / There's nothing left to say / But he should have been there anyway / For I didn't sing a single song, all day

This is about when Keith goes to the blade of marmora and leaves voltron ok ok. Like. Lance misses him. He misses talking to him and he doesn't know what to say when Keith isn't there, his jokes feel hollow now because he isn't there I. Am foaming at the mouth

As my love for you dies / As my love for you dies / As my love for you is steadily dying

Lance and Keith pushing down their love for each other and suppressing ("killing") it as they're separated and IDK IDK is this anything

As sharp and serious as a pistol in the eye

Something something Lance uses a gun and he is the sharpshooter and has good aim. Yeah thats all

My heart is full of swords / Full of, full of swords

This is kinda silly but it reminds me of the three of swords tarot card which has swords impaling a heart. This card also symbolises like, separation, grief, sorrow and heartbreak so!

Once again about Keith leaving to join the blade of the marmora they're both heartbroken and hurting!!!!!

Tie my hands and I knock my knees / As I kneel down, I kneel down in the sea / To the ocean floor, I will sink / Like a steel chest full of weapons

Once again !!! Water + Lance! Interconnected to me

"I will sink" makes me think he's like... giving up hope of Keith EVER coming back and they're relationship being the same again

"Like a steel chest full of weapons" this just goes back to the swords in the heart line and I think thats cool, yeah thats it

And on the spine of the tide, you will rise / Like a red, ripe, red, ripe apple

This one is embarrassingly simple but red = Keith lmao

The "red apple" (Keith) "floating on" (coming back to) "the tide" (Lance)

It feels like hope

ALSO. It reminds me of how oil floats on water and they don't ever truly combine but instead simply like.... co-exist in the same space. Idk dude I'm so tired and having so many thoughts

Take a swim in the dirty water / Dear Arkansas Daughter / Take a swim in the dirty water

Dirty water!!!! Foams at the mouth. This calls back to the start of the song but it's dirty now which links back to my previous thought of oil + water (the metaphor being keith is oil and lance is water btw)

Because water with oil in it is like dirty I guess

And the whole take a swim thing is Lance embracing Keith back into his life

Darling, child, true love of mine

Idk. True love of mine. Feels self explanatory

True love <3 they admit their feelings to each other and are happy. The End

The demons took over, and I needed to get this out of my system I would apologise but then again this is literally what this tumblr account is for so. Yeah hope you enjoyed that word vomit

#vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #lance mcclain #vld keith #vld lance #klance #vld klance #v's thoughts #but maybe?#original content things #???#does this count as #character analysis

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leonasbunny · 2 years

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Hello! I just found your account and it is sooo cute!! Could I please request Leona’s reaction to a chubby lamb girl! s/o who Jack and Ruggie both seem to have a little puppy crush on but she’s just too sweet and dumb to notice? ❤�� Tysm!!

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Lamb anon omfjwjdjwej ILYSM LEMME KISS U 👉👉👉❤️❤️

Two eyes lingered on you, then another pair of eyes set on your smaller figure too. Jack and Ruggie carefully watched as Leona had his arm wrapped around your waist, sitting near the calm waters in the Savanaclaw dorm.

Jack was more of an responsible man to ever announce the fact he had a thing for you, dear. How could he resist though? He was captivated by you, ever since the incident of Leona’s overblot and Azul’s enslavement to the whole campus;

That being set aside, whilst he’s more of a man who sets his heart on morals, he could never actually express his love for you properly due to the fact you are Leona’s property.

Ruggie, on the other hand, has no shame. He considers that what belongs to others must be shared with the rest. Given his hyena-like mindset, Hyenas share food with each other without discrimination. And since you are the only female here, and the only prey in the wild surrounded by carnivorous men who would gladly take you for their own; but could never disobey Leona; Ruggie will make the most of what he has with you and would never complain.

Leona’s tail tightened on your thighs, squishing the soft flesh as a sign of his protectiveness and love for you; but Jack and Ruggie couldn’t help but wonder what would it be like to be filled in Leona’s position! To have you cradled against them for protection; to have your beautiful scent fill their senses.. My, look what you’ve caused my precious lamb.

These boys can’t help but adorably wag their tails in the thought of you hugging them; with your small arms around their figure.

Whenever Leona isn’t around, Leona surprisingly entrusts Jack with the task of looking after you. And knowing the precious wolf, he could never disobey Leona. But he has the chance to spend time with you!? My, the universe can be cruel to him sometimes.

His hand twitches at the thought as you hold his arm to drag him to your classes. He’s a huge blushing mess and his words are fumbled around! He utterly loves you to the core,, but the poor boy can’t express it, he’s resisting too much.

Ruggie on the other hand, whenever he’d get a chance to be with you, he’d pet your precious little lamb ears and lean in close to you,, his scent is something that of rough yet sweet. It’s sharp and very much suited to fit him.

He loves hugging you, but whenever you willingly hug him, he swears he doesn’t wanna let you go.

Instead, he’ll just pull you in by the waist and whisper seductive things in your ear that your innocent mind can’t grasp. But If you do somehow understand him, you’re gonna be so flustered!! You can’t help but to cover your mouth and turn to the side in defeat,, gosh why is he doing this?? (⁄ฅ⁄⁄ฅ⁄⁄)♡

Leona isn’t necessarily an idiot, he’s smart and quite frankly, very intelligent. Don’t let his laziness and relaxed demeanour fool you! That being said, he’s quick to catch on to Ruggie and Jack’s soft puppy crush on your little lamb self. The lion will become extremely possessive though!

The moment he catches wind of your arms held gently while Ruggie is pulling you closer towards him, Leona barked at the calm hyena who turned around and snickered softly; teasing the Lion.

“Shishishi~ Jealous Leona-san? Come take her if ya wanna. We hyenas share all our prey~”

“Ghrr.. Quit yer teasin’ Ruggie. You know what happens when I’m in a bad mood, idiot.”

“Sheesh, alriiight. I’m just playin’ Leona~ ”

Meanwhile, you: (⸝⸝𖦹́ᯅ𖦹̀⸝⸝)???

He will drag you to his room and push you against the wall, sun gleaming in your eyes as he starts biting you and marking you everywhere.

His little herbivore needs to be taught a lesson on who she belongs to, right little lamb?

He will touch your sensitive ears and whisper harsh, but romantic words which make you perked up with fear and slight excitement, though you cannot understand why.. Maybe you aren’t as innocent as you thought, hm?~

Maybe with time, the three of them will begin to accept that you can be shared (possibly), between them all. Really, you don’t have a say in this, cutie~

Just sit back and enjoy the ride.

Usauthor ❤️💅 ~ (~￣³￣)~

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland savanaclaw #twst wonderland #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland jack #twisted wonderland ruggie #twst headcanons

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elizabeth-blood · 1 year

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“Arduous.”

Tate!Langdon x Fem!Reader

Summary : Tate went crazy after violet left him, but you start to live in the house he’s trapped in. You remind him of violet so he becomes obsessed by the fact he can make a new life with you instead.

R/N : random name

Y/N : your name

You opened the door and stormed in. You slammed the door behind you in anger, you rushed upstairs and went into your room. It was freezing inside of the house, like a freezer left open.

You huffed and sat on your bed as you took off your shoes, then clothes. The coldness made you feel more sad than angry. It felt like it was lonely.

You put on some new clothes and walked out of your room, trying to calm down. You went downstairs and saw a guy with blonde hair looking up at you. “Hi, I’m sorry to intrude. I’m Tate. I live next door.” You chuckled at his shyness.

You walked toward him and gave him a wide smile. “My names Y/N.” He widened his eyes at your innocence and beauty. “I’ve never met someone with such a pretty name.” Your smile became wider. So wide it could leave wrinkles.

You could feel something sweet about him. He was like a child trapped in a teenagers body. “Thank you, Tate.” His mouth was slightly open like he was going to speak but he didn’t. “I saw you really angry while you went in the house. Why were you so angry?”

You looked down at your hands, you were fiddling with. Nervousness had overcome you suddenly. “My boyfriend broke up with me.” Tate smiled at you, he had a pretty smile but you couldn’t admit it to him.

A tear fell down Tate’s cheek as he looked into your pretty eyes. “Why’re you crying?” You said as you wiped his tear with your sleeve. “Nobody like you should go through heartbreak.” You hugged Tate and swayed gently with him.

“It’s okay Tate.” He sniffled on your shoulder quietly. “No it’s not!” You moved back and looked into his chocolate eyes. “Calm down.” Tate’s lips shivered like he was a orphan in the snow. “Don’t cry, Tate. You’re safe with me here.”

You moved his blonde hair out of his face. “You’re a pretty Cryer.” He smiled as a tear fell down his face again. “What’s his name?” You lowered your eyebrows in confusion as to why he would want his name. “R/N.” Tate had anger in his face now.

It was like watching a lion looking at a lamb. “You’re not going to do anything. Are you?” Tate looked down and then back into your eyes. “No. No I’m not.” He looked nervous. You suddenly felt his hand grab your waist and pulled you in.

You squealed gently as he pulled you in. He rubbed your hips with the palm of his hand. His fingers pulled your shirt slightly. “What’re you doing, Tate?” He leant closer almost kissing you. His breath was warm against your lips.

Your socks didn’t stop the cold from touching your skin. He let go and leant back. Tate immediately walked down the stairs disappointed in himself. You grabbed his arm before he made another step. “Don’t go.”

Tate turned around and looked into your eyes. Tear drops hesitantly fell from his eyes. He made puppy eyes at you. “Why?” You let go of his arm and walked down the stairs till you were at the bottom.

Tate followed you, the stairs creaked loudly as he went down them. You looked into Tate’s eyes and smiled. “I like you, Tate.” He breathed through his mouth, surprised a girl showed her feelings first. “I like you too.”

You licked your lips making them a soft pink colour. He smiled his eyes and wiped his tears. “Why have I never seen you at school?” Tate widened his eyes and responded. “I’m……….homeschooled.”

You backed up slightly to see more of his face. Tate lifted his arm and moved hair out of your face. “I’m sorry, I cried.” You kept a blank face at him. “It’s okay, Tate.” A smile morphed slowly onto his face, glad that you didn’t care that he cried.

Tate gently took both of your hands and held them both with his. “I love you.” You leant closer and opened your mouth slightly. “I love you too.” Tate moved closer as well. You closed your eyes and kissed him.

You leant back but Tate moved closer wanting to kiss you again. “Let’s go upstairs.” Tate groaned as he drifted his big hands onto your waist. “Err-.” You became nervous.

He smiled and bit his bottom lip. Tate lowered his hands and pulled on your belt gently. “I can’t I’m a virgin.” He looked back into your eyes. “Virgins get wet faster.”

You widened your eyes at his. He smirked gently whilst staring into your pretty eyes. You whimpered as he gently dragged his hand against your torso.

“I don’t know if I’m ready.” Tate lifted his hand onto your cheek. “It’s okay, Y/N. We can just hang out.” You smiled widely at his brown eyes. He took his hand off your cheek and held your hand. You both walked up into yours/his room.

He sat on your bed whilst you stood in front of him. “So. What do you wanna do?” Tate smiled widely and leant closer to your waist whilst looking up at you. “Anything you want.” You sat next to him.

“Maybe. Go out?” Tate widened his eyes and spoke with a slightly angry tone. “Maybe something else.” You smiled and kissed Tate again. He blushed and kissed you again.

Tate started making out with you suddenly. He slowly leant over you as you leant backwards onto the bed, still making out. You moaned but it was muffled from the kissing.

Tate moved back so he could look into your eyes. “I wanna do it, Y/N. I’ll do anything.” You bit your lips thinking about it. “Okay.” He smiled widely and immediately took off your pants.

You whimpered as he forcefully turned you around. The sound of a zipper opening entered your ears. He slid in like there was an urgency. You gripped on your lips to muffle your moans.

Tate grabbed your hair whilst still hitting it. He slapped your ass making you burst out a moan. He moved his hands onto your waist to make more movement.

“Oh god. I’m gonna cum, Tate.” He leant his lips against your ear and whispered. “Can I cum in you?” You responded with a mhm. Tate moaned slightly as he leant back and continued stretching you out.

He slapped your ass once again. You moaned so loud that even the neighbours could hear. He slid it out and rubbed your clit with the tip of his finger. Immediately putting his dick back in after. Tate spoke in a whisper. “I’m gonna cum.”

It felt like a waterfall inside of you. Bursting in all of your holes. Tate moaned gently as he slid out of you. Everything was hurting down there.

Regaining your posture and turning around slowly trying not to feel the sharp pain. “It hurts.” You lifted your trousers as Tate did up his. Tate picked you up making you giggle slightly.

He walked to the sofa and sat down with you in his arms. “Was I too hard, Y/N?” You nodded whilst leaning into his shoulder. He was warm and smelt like a vintage shop.

You closed your eyes feeling his breath on your nose. “Goodnight, I love you.” You smiled and fell asleep.

#evan peters #tate langdon #ahs #tate langdon x y/n #american horror story #evan #peters #tate langdon x you #tate x reader #tate ahs #tate #tate langdon x reader #Tate x you

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ophernelia · 10 months

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Hope you are having a lovely day! 16 for Imm and Lou please? I can imagine it either being something really deep and serious, or absolutely ridiculous.

Hihihihihi! Hope you're having a good day too! And knowing them, it's ridiculous. They've both got a vicious obsession with Twilight, so you know what that means. Imogen's got a tattoo that says "stupid lamb". Lou being Lou, he decided his would say "even dumber lion". They also have each other's names tattooed too. (It doesn't actually say it, but I like to imagine it does lol) Imogen got Lou's full name and he just got "Imogen".

Tattoos are their thing. Imogen has told him quite a few times that she doesn't want to have wedding rings. She'd much prefer it if they got another tattoo instead.

#asks #Lykaia

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 2 years

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Okay but like- what if Bella fucking fell hopelessly in love with Carlisle after meeting him in the hospital for the first time? XD

Oh no.

Carlisle Chooses Not to Notice

He's tending to Bella, she's looking at him with stars in her eyes, she very clearly finds him attractive but he's been here before. This happens to Carlisle often, (hell, even with his own wife) and it's not something he pays much mind to or even comments on.

It's a little inconvenient and awkward that this is the girl Edward keeps almost eating but he doesn't expect to ever run into Bella Swan again.

He goes about his routine as normal.

And then, of course, Edward decides he's in love with Bella. (Well, Alice decides it, Edward later agrees.)

Carlisle Chooses Not to Notice (Again)

He has no idea what the fuck is going on with Edward and is far more concerned about that. At this point, Bella's feelings, whatever they are, aren't even on the radar. What Carlisle does know is that Edward is a clear danger to Bella Swan and Edward has been acting insane for the past few weeks.

This goes by for a while (unbeknownst to Carlisle, Bella's been asking all sorts of questions to Edward about his dad. Edward doesn't realize this is a bad sign because "yes, Carlisle is amazing and we are all unworthy of him and his beautiful face")

Bella and Edward's relationship somehow progresses despite Bella not actually being into Edward. This, in fact, helps as Edward pointedly does not want to be in a relationship with a girl who is in any way interested in him. Edward saves her in Port Angeles, Bella tells him she's found out his family are vampires ("And wow, Edward, your vampire doctor dad sounds so amazing"), they go to the meadow where Edwrad confesses he wants to eat her (but his dad doesn't because Carlisle's that amazing).

The underpinning of the pair's relationship becomes their mutual infatuation with the entirely oblivious Carlisle Cullen, who has no idea this is happening. Where, in some other world, they talked about lions and lambs they now say, "You're totally a lion, Edward, but your dad is like a lion who has gone to therapy to be a lamb."

It's weird.

And then Carlisle gets roped back in.

Edward wants Bella to visit the house and tells his family, hours before, THAT HE'S IN LOVE DAMMIT!

This proceeds much like canon up until the point Bella actually enters the house.

The Tour from Hell

Carlisle thought he'd just stand on the stairwell with Esme, holding her back from eating Bella, and then off Edward would go to talk about fuck all with Bella Swan. The human suddenly in his house.

This whole thing has been weird but at least Edward's happy?

Instead, the pair stop in front of him.

"Can I help you?" Carlisle asks.

Edward explains that Bella asked, specifically, for Carlisle to give a tour of the house and talk about their family history. See, Edward thinks this is reasonable as Carlisle was there the longest (and can then talk about how amazing Edward and Carlisle are).

Bella asked because this is the only legitimate venue she can have to talk to a married vampire, and she needs to imprint the sound of his voice in her memory. (Bella cries herself to sleep every night because Carlisle is married, Edward thinks it's perfectly natural that her dreams are filled with her screaming, "CARLISLE! I LOVE YOU!" in agony)

Carlisle finds this weird, he'd have thought Bella would be intimidated or she'd want to be alone with Edward, or she'd want to hear all this from Edward. However, he doesn't want to ruin his son's chance at a relationship so he agrees. Esme is sent outside to not eat Bella and Carlisle walks them through the house.

Where he gets increasingly weirded out as Bella keeps asking about him and.. skipping over Edward.

Carlisle tries to discuss Edward's mother, turning Edward, and Bella goes, "uh huh, yeah, Edward, that's great. Can we talk more about what you were doing for the previous century?"

Bella, in fact, keeps looking at him and barely even glances at Edward (for all that Edward is happily smiling at them both, perfectly content that his wonderful Bella and wonderful Carlisle are hitting it off so well).

The alarm bells are going off in Carlisle's head.

It also gets very awkward as Carlisle's not sure if he's supposed to talk about Edward having run away to eat criminals or not.

The tour ends and Carlisle's very grateful. Then he's less grateful when Edward announces that he's going to invite Bella to baseball the next chance they get.

James and the Gang and it All Goes Downhill

James happens.

This time, though, Bella insists that she go with Carlisle to protect her. Edward, in a state of panic and rage, agrees as Carlisle will both protect her the best and this allows him to go full Batman without Bella watching him become Vengence.

Carlisle would really rather not but... okay.

Because of this, they don't go to Phoenix, as that's a stupid plan. They go to the middle of fucking nowhere in the wilderness instead. There, Carlisle and Bella get far too much alone time.

Bella tells him she's alright dying because she got to meet his wonderful family. She'll be a ditch digger who once had a wonderful day!

Carlisle points out that she means Edward, she got to meet Edward.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Bella says.

Carlisle doesn't want to ask, but he must. What does Bella even like about Edward?

Bella, realizing that Carlisle will never go for her because he's married (and this is part of the reason she likes him) blathers through a ridiculous lie of how she's totally into Edward. Totally.

She ends up describing Carlisle's features and vampirism as the reason she likes Edward.

"That sounds nothing like Edward," Carlisle thinks to himself, but he doesn't dare say it.

Eventually, Carlisle is told by Alice that the only way to end this game is if Bella's turned. Edward really really really doesn't want to do that, (and Carlisle really really really doesn't want to do it either for a lot of reasons), but this isn't the ballet studio with James dying and Bella dead.

He's putting his entire family at risk, Bella's entire family, by not turning her when she's insisting she wants to. Of course, Edward will also never forgive him and he just knows their relationship isn't going to work out.

I imagine as the hunt goes on, he has no choice, and he does it.

Bella and Edward Get Married

Edward, of course, is inconsolable but he can't bring himself to blame Carlisle. In this case, destroying Bella would be destroying her sacrifice to save his family. So he puts on a brave face and continues their relationship.

Bella, now only allowed to be in the family if she continues her relationship with Edward/doesn't act like a homewrecker, pounces on this.

Carlisle just tries and fails to smile and hopes he's wrong about everything.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #twilight shipping #bella swan #edward cullen #carlisle cullen #edward/bella #carlisle/bella #meta #headcanon #opinion #shipping

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Monster March 2024- Day 10- Fae

The Lion and The Lamb- Continued!

This was such a fun prompt last year, I just had to continue it, at least for a little bit. Here was Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3.

As always, huge thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2024 Prompt List.

Monster March 2024- Day 10- Fae

The Lion and The Lamb Continued.

Jiah walked to the otherside of the portal to see a series of skyships on the other side.

“Whose ship is this?” Jiah asked as she appreciated the quaint yet comfortable size of the ship.

“Mine, do you like it?” He asked hopefully.

“Very much so. Is this your home?” She asked as she appreciated the rather cozy, homey feel of it.

“Yes, in a manner of speaking.” He nodded.

“It’s wonderful. A home that travels with you wherever you want to go.” She smiled.

“So, we have a week before the wedding, what do we need to do first?” She asked.

“Well first, I want to introduce you to my other friends,” he began as he put his packs down in the main cabin before he went to the help to start the ship up to steer it towards Suchi.

“And family?” You hoped as you did the same, putting your bag down on the floor before you sat down and appreciated, both the view, and the ship as a whole.

“That can definitely be arranged.” He smiled happily as the sail soon billowed out and began to pull the light from the sun to charge the power that fueled the vessel.

“Hang on.” He playfully warned before Jiah did as he instructed before the vessel began to sail in the sky, catching the winds to sail with them.

“Would you like to learn how to sail?” He asked her after few moments.

“Sure.” She readily agreed before he walked her through the finer points of sailing the 12 winds and how the ship worked and how such a heavy object could sail in the winds as if they were the currents in the seas before he flew them to Suchi to meet his family.

“Sam! What are you doing here? I thought you were going to the Fae realm to be with Ruviem?” His mother greeted as she was happy to see her son return home so soon.

“I’m already back.” He beamed.

“And, you brought a friend I see?” She grinned.

“Hi, I’m Jaeline Canae, friends call me Jiah.” She offered sweetly.

“Well it’s wonderful to meet you Jiah, I’m Sam’s mom, Hannah. And this is….” She began to list off the different kids both in and out of the house as she held Sam’s littlest sister on her hip before Sam took Ciene out of his mother’s arms so she could go back inside and continue cooking as she sent other kids out to get more ingredients from the market before Jiah tried to help any way she could.

Jiah was always so happy in the colonies. They were always so intimate and informal and warm and inviting as she was happy to get one of Sam’s other little sisters and help comb and braid her hair.

“Are you fae?” Milla asked.

“I am. Is it that obvious?” Jiah asked.

“I don’t think so. But because my daddy is Fae too, it’s like when I look at you. I’m with…like a cousin or something, like you’re family but…not?” She tried to say.

“You know how moura have a way of knowing if another is moura?” Jiah prompted.

“With the Lira light touch.” She nodded.

“Well fae do too. Only- it’s just something we see and something we understand. Instead of being something you touch and feel, it’s just something we see. And then it’s something we feel. You are a child of two worlds. It means you can pass from one to the other. You can eat fae food and this realms food without getting sick. You can even eat sunshine in a way which is so awesome. But the only thing is, you have to remember that just like there are rules here in the colonies? Rules of behavior? Rules of being a good, and polite person? Well there are rules in the fae realm too. And just like the rules here, are from a lot of different cultures of a lot of different kinds. To the fae, there are still some blending there too. But it’s a bit harder to adapt to the changes there than it is here.” You offered.

“Teach me.” She invited.

“Ok, well, how you say hello, is…” Jiah began as she explained how the children would need to behave when they would assuredly when they would visit her and Sam in the fae realm as she relieved and delighted when he didn’t seem he cared for his new title as a Duke to his family. If anything he seemed eager to talk about anything but. Which, you knew Sam was most likely just being modest, and not particularly wanting to discuss how Ruviem’s first day as King Consort was to imprison people in the dungeon for sabotage.

“Hey, it still wasn’t your fault.” Jiah whispered as she carried his little sister to bed as he carried two brothers, one on each shoulder up his parent’s stairs to their rooms after dinner as she noticed he seemed unusually quiet and somber after dinner.

“I know.” He offered.

“Then why are you so quiet and so somber?” You asked.

“You spoke all evening about how they should behave when they visit you in the palace. And I…I…I would never want them to visit the fae realm if they’re going to get the welcome I have gotten there. Even at the last moments when I was supposed to be someone.” He murmured.

“Sam.” Jiah sighed.

“Ruviem and Amber’s reign- is by our memory- only a day old. They were dealing with sabotage to the Crown., before they could even accept the monarchy, to begin with. Something that is unforgivable and something that will not be tolerated. Not now, not ever. Under their monarchy, the disrespect you and the others have had to endure will not be felt by anyone else. Do you want to know how and why I know that?” Jiah offered.

“How? Have you already used your pin in time to see it?” He asked.

“No, I don’t need to. All I have needed to know, is Amber, Ruviem, myself and you.” Jiah grinned smuggly as she set Milla into bed and tucked her in, kissing her sweetly.

“How do you figure?” He asked once you left the room and continued on your walk up the stairs to the roof where his ship was parked above the house as you both flew up the ship to rest for the night.

“Have you ever noticed a lion’s paw?” You prompted once you got on board and slipped into his room where you both knew you’d be spending the most of your time together anyway.

“What about it?” He asked as he slipped his boots off and then his trousers before slipping off even his tunic.

“Have you ever noticed how a lion can walk, without it’s claws ever touching the ground? But are only deployed when needed? That the paw itself has several components. You have the strong framework that the bone as a base provides. You have muscle and tendon to give said structure movement, and power. You even have the pads for the paw and toes, provides cushion. The claws to serve as weapons and tools. But - all of it, surrounded in soft, velvety fur?” You prompted as you slipped out of your traveling clothes and slipped on a short nightgown before you got in bed beside him.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Claws- when used all the time-out all the time, grow dull and useless. But a paw without it’s claws, is no different than any other kind of hand. And is- if anything, missing what makes paws, like our own hands- effective. Amber is the strong bone, the structure. Ruviem? He is the power, he allows Amber to move as she will. You, are like the soft fur surrounding it all.” Jiah said as she twirled bits of his chest hair around her finger. “And you are the claws? The tools and weapons?” He guessed.

“Yup. But none of it can work, unless it’s all together. But no one underestimates a lion’s power, based on how soft the fur is. No one, underestimates how powerful a lion is- when it’s just waking up for the day. No one- in their right mind, assumes that the lion doesn’t have claws, capable of either great harm, or great protection. Right now, those that sought to disrespect you, underestimate you, or tried to intimidate you- are being made into examples for the entire fae realm. From now on- no one will dare look down on you or anyone else who is like you. So, when we are ready to go back, know that while there will be work to do. It will be worth doing. Because your siblings, and all other hybrids, deserve to be welcome there, as much as I or any other born into that realm and this one. You are the son of two worlds and you and all others like you, should be free and welcome to walk in both, as much or as little as you would like to. A space was made for you because you are worthy of said space. It only feels odd now, because it’s new. But, I promise you, it will be worth it.” Jiah promised before she kissed him soundly.

#Monster March 2024 #Monster March 2024 Day 10- Fae #The Lion and The Lamb #Continued!

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Holy Week - Monday

Luke 9:51

They say the eyes are the window to the soul. This implies that you can learn some interesting things about a person by looking into their eyes. For example, if someone doesn’t make eye contact, they may not be interested in you or the topic of conversation. It could also mean that they may be hiding something. Medical personnel can often tell if a person is sick just by looking at their eyes. And a wink of the eye may be flirtation…or a dust particle.

The prophet Isaiah wrote the following Messianic passage about 700 years or so before Jesus faced His accusers, eye-to-eye. Isaiah could not see the prophetic accuracy of these words, but these weren’t Isaiah’s words! This passage begins with, “This is what the LORD says….” These are, supernaturally, God’s words written through human hands.

I offered my back to those who beat me, my cheeks to those who pulled out my beard; I did not hide my face from mocking and spitting. Because the Sovereign Lord helps me, I will not be disgraced. Therefore have I set my face like flint, and I know I will not be put to shame. – Isaiah 50:6-7

This passage is accurate because it came directly from the heart of The Father, our Creator, who resolutely determined what the outcome of His story would be from the beginning of time. Father, Son, and Spirit knew the end from the beginning, and the same God who decisively determined the Way of the Cross is the same God we find in human flesh: Jesus, who steadfastly set His face like flint.

As He carried the Cross to Golgotha, the crowds could see his resolve. They locked eyes with those of a Lion set to become the Sacrificial Lamb.

Just before His final journey to Jerusalem, Jesus had been attracting huge crowds as He calmed the sea (Luke 8:22), healed the sick (8:40-56), and fed the 5000 (8:12f). And then we read Luke 9:51, the “hinge” verse of the book of Luke. Everything before this verse is about His ministry; everything after it follows Jesus on His way to Jerusalem. After this verse, the crowds begin to thin, and the camera of the New Testament turns and looks directly into the eyes of Jesus. His gaze reflects pure determination, resilience, and tenacity as He decides that, against all advice, He will go to Jerusalem.

In response, the crowds disperse, the disciples doubt, and yet Jesus remains resolute, His eyes never diverting from His final destination. Everyone knew that if he went to Jerusalem, He would be put to death because he threatened the religious establishment. Those closest to Him try to talk Him out of going, but nothing and no one could dissuade him. You could see it in His eyes. This Lion is determined to offer Himself as the sacrificial Lamb, and there is no stopping Him.

The executioners didn’t take His life from Him. No one took His life from Him that day. Instead, He freely laid His body down and “gave up His Spirit,” as Scripture says. He quite literally died the very moment that He chose to die. He resolved to give up His life because His eyes were resolute on His ultimate prize: the salvation of many souls—the salvation of you and of me.

#devotional #god #jesus #christ #holy spirit #bible #scripture #christianity #faith #ministry #holy week #Easter #resurrection #daily devotional #daily devotion

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plasticfangtastic · 5 months

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Carnivorous Lamb Ch. 2

A homelander x M! OC fanfic

A/N: forgot to included the links for the original fic in the 1st chapter so here ya go :) hope y'all like this--

tags: R18, NTR-ish, dubcon, age gap (Homelander is in his mid 20’s, OC’s in his 40s) older man, DILF, priest kink, moral degradation, slow burn.

Chapter Two

Winter

The gardens had looked less lush, local fauna had feasted on the leafy greens and rockmelons, if there had ever been any brussel sprouts they'd been reduced to fibrous stumps. Venturing into the chapel he found the only familiar face he knew in town.

The town was small and close just your typical cornbread American town, where football is king and farmland is all the eye can see, a town so plain it made the man wiping the floor look out of place.

He lifted his chin surprised to spot the young man once more, putting his mop aside to welcome him.

“It's nice to see you again. I saw you on the telly… you saved all those people from that capsized ferry…” He said with a warm smile.

“I didn’t save all of them…” he said bitterly.

He turned around and headed to a small bucket holding cleaning supplies, taking a tube of paper towels and glass cleaner into his hands.

“Why don’t you give this old man a hand while we talk?” He walked slowly towards him– You’re too harsh on yourself, my son. That��s good… but it will wear you down… and we don’t want that, right?”

He had come to noticed his age didn't match his face, when he was able to stand in front of him that he could admire just how handsome the man was– squared jaw, a strong nose and brow and beautiful green eyes… his pale blonde hair falling just the right way around his temples… Homelander swallowed, taking the tube with a stiff grin.

It was the kind firmness in his voice that made him want to stick around, the man moped as Homelander wiped the windows to the best of his abilities, smudging dust more than cleaning he would come to realize, but the man didn’t mind. They both conversed letting him spit it all out, there was never any judgment, or chastisement, Amarello simply listened and spoke kindly with him, never saying upsetting things, agreeing with him or not truly disagreeing either.

It became a routine, to come-by whenever he needed guidance, whenever he wanted to be taught the scriptures, whenever he wanted to pretend he cared about anything in that old book because for once he had genuine company… the more he came the friendlier the strange man was, and it felt unbelievably good... how much he enjoyed having this to look forward to, as meaningless as it might be for some.

He was rude of speech, barely liked saying please, his sight was always miles away, he talked to him with ease in a way that nobody treated him before, he was a good host offering him fruit and coffee every visit if not at least a place to unwind.

Sometimes there was no burdens, advice or interpretations to discuss but Amarello still welcomed him in his humble home, Homelander began to wonder if this was what normal people experience.

It was so confined it made him uneasy at first, too familiar to a place from not that long ago, yet the more he spent his afternoons, mornings and evenings sitting watching the small tv or pretending to enjoy a drink on the dinner table instead of the gardens– it came to matter very little.

All that mattered was that for once in his life he had somebody talking to him so jovially, who had no expectations from him, nor intending to trick him, just the rewards and satisfaction that came from human interactions.

The man was abnormally kind, he thought. Always throwing an odd joke here and there, laughing at Homelander dirty humor something that amused the Supe greatly.

They would laugh at each other's observations, leaning against the other as they shared cold peach ice tea and gossiped about the town folks' drama and superhero BTS.

Both enjoying each other's company– much to John’s surprise.

So why did it all have to change…?

With the passage of time and as the garden was blanketed in inches of snow… here he was staring at him… watching him set up the nativity set as he lazily dug for Christmas ornaments to decorate the church.

Watching him closely as the man grumbled.

“John. I can’t find the donkey. Is it in your box?”

Homelander looked at his box and unsurprisingly he found nothing in the beaten up box.

“Could you go to my room? It might be in the closet… I must’ve put it with my personal ornaments… it should be in a green box, hopefully.”

The man continued to grumble frustrated at the incomplete nativity, Homelander listened heading towards the small room, he had grown so accustomed to the room, he knew of every nook– it had looked so frightening but now it was trully cozy, pressing walls just the right size, the uneasy familiarity of having everything in a single room no longer unnerving, for it smell like him and not like chlorine.

The room was plain, all the pieces second hand and aged, his closet was bare mostly just a dozen of the same shirt in various shades of black and dark grays, folded jeans and dress pants with the only colors coming from his collection of sweaters and jackets and even that was minimalist, he looked around spotting two boxes tucked in the narrow closet.

His hand took the first one, a smaller box that would have never fit the ceramic donkey– he was just curious, he told himself.

Just wanting to know more about him.

More than the stories they shared, more than the rehearsed storylines he delivered, he wanted to discover everything that made him tick, just to know if it was alright to keep him around-- nobody in the tower knew of his escapades all assuming he was still doing his patrols, and not flying to the middle of nowhere to spend a couple hours with a stranger they might not approve, for he didn’t fit their image at all.

They didn’t need to know how or where Homelander had learned to pray better, how much he had learned of the good book… how much he didn’t believe in any of it.

But above all he was afraid of getting too close, so close he might slip and break the illusion– for Amarello believed that he was proof that god was real, that all his sacrifice would amount to something in the afterlife, that there was this genuine invisible force watching over all that was living and not that he was proof of the unethical scientific progress.

But he wanted to keep him, he wanted to be consoled by the older man who treated him with more kindness and care than any of the olderlies or Voguelbaum ever did, whom refused to see him without an appointment, appointments that grew further and further apart in availability… he had hoped that now that he was out, the man would let him be around, that he had only cut the umbilical cord to help him grow out of tough love-- not to dispose of him to stare at the shiny new thing that his son had made.

As he looked at the frozen dinners in the Priest freezer with box in tow, he wondered if he also would spend the holidays alone, he had offered to welcome him for thanksgiving for the church organized a small backyard feast for the elderly who had no family in town anymore, those who wanted to come and the loners… but he had said no on the promise that Voguelbaum had considered inviting him… delivering the bad news the day before, for his wife didn’t feel comfortable with him around– a lie he could smell.

He signed feeling a sting in his eyes, thinking of how nice it would’ve been to spend Thanksgiving eating dried turkey and canned cranberry goop with him, instead of watching a movie in his penthouse alone.

His hand glides gingerly atop the lid, taking the top off.

That tear dried quickly.

Pretty men stared back at him.

Yellowed magazines of handsome hunks, half naked men in their hairy glory, the box held a nearly emptied small bottle of lube and a toy.

His mouth dried as he took the small dildo out the box, it was flesh coloured and veiny, smaller than his own– modest he dared think. He gave it a squeeze to make sure it was real and not some crazy hallucination, the smell of dish soap flooded his flared nostrils as his cheeks grew hotter.

He stood frozen like a deer, his mouth so dry he wish he could have eaten the snow to quench his puffy tongue.

“John…?”

The man stood by the entrance, his hand firm of the silver pummel, pale and clammy, staring at the young supe holding something sick in his hand.

Homelander tried to brush it off with an awkward smile, force his shoulders to unwind, to make himself relaxed but the flush on his cheeks painted his whole body.

He ran after him, ripping the box and the toy off his hand, as if he was a stove and the box a child’s hand. He wanted nothing but to scream or cry or run, but he was there unable to breathe, clutching on the shoebox.

“Leave… please… just leave…” his voice was so light even he barely picked it up as he whistled his sentence.

Homelander didn’t want to listen, to pretend he never found the box, to just laugh it off but as Amarello looked up with sunken eyes ready to bawl, unable to stare at him for long– he did.

He took a step back.

And he was gone.

Amarello stayed in his kitchenette, hovering on the table while staring at his curse.

Wishing he had been strong enough to get rid of it, wishing he could go back in time and get the box himself, or hide it better at least.

Wishing Homelander hadn’t seen it at all…

He was so pretty, he wanted to stare at the little lamb for longer, he liked the sound of his voice, the softness of his hand and the color of his hair, he liked how touchy the boy became-- always wanting to put his hand on his shoulders or his back, how much he liked it when he reciprocated. At first he brushed it to growing up without his parents and the deprivation that came from that experience, for the yearning of an adult figure in his life, a formed belief based solely on the way his eyes looked when he spoke of a man named Voguelbaum, and the way his voice wavered when he spoke of a Madelyn… Now he just felt like that’s something he needed but dare not say loudly... and Amarello had liked it too much... he liked being touched by him and feeling his warmth.

He seemed lonely too, just as much as he did… and perhaps that's why he indulged the boy… he gave him his company and he got to gawk at the pretty thing that made him, at this present from the Lord.

He would’ve never touched him past a stroke of his neck, he would have never tricked him, he would’ve never done anything to him, so why did he had to find out, he looked up wondering if even indulging the thought was worthy of punishment, that he had his fun, that he was gonna lose control and lead him astray, perhaps.

Amarello found himself sinking in his couch, letting the sounds of the television fill the gaps that Homelander’s presence would have, trying not to think of the wind picking up outside or the cold permeating in the room.

He jolted awake as his voice came from the box, an advert for soda with his face on it. He watched the short 30 second clip looking at nothing but those thin lips.

#homelander #personal #my fic tag #homelander x oc #homelander x male oc #the boys fanfic #not proof read sorry

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itsdappleagain · 1 year

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Hi, if you're still doing the CS character ask game, Dr. Bellum, Maelstrom or Roundabout? (I really like the Vile faculty haha, sorry if this random)

Hello new mutual!! Nice to meet ya! I sure am thank you for the ask :O Dr. Bellum

How I feel about this character: SHE'S SO....,,,,she has nuclear launch code and missile information pulled up at the same time a cat videos and pie and she' so silly and she'd orchestrated some of the most deadly capers in the series and she's married to a woman All the people I ship romantically with this character: cleo <333 My non-romantic OTP for this character: sorry her and maelstrom is so funny he's just like doctor fucking bellum please vote on shit im going to fucking kill you My unpopular opinion about this character: ahhh i don't know if i have any unpopular ones i like her sm she's so silly. like she's literally got carmen strapped onto a table gagged and struggling and she's just like "dw this wont hurt :)))))))))))))))) btw we aren't changing u back to ur deadname ok?" One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: she kind of got her out-and-about caper in the himalayas but i think it would have been fun to see her out and about MORE. she could do such THINGS unsupervised.......

Maelstrom:

How I feel about this character: so unnecessary i love him. he's like if a theater kid watched silence of the lambs too much All the people I ship romantically with this character: mmmm no one really actively. i wont turn down a good interfaculty ship with him or whatever if it pops up but ehhh My non-romantic OTP for this character: him with any of the faculty is SOO FUNNY he's just constantly like ohhh my fucking god im goig fjbf to fucking kill these people dr bellum please vote coach brunt its literally our vile logo its not a lion cub licking its balls coach brunt im going to leave you to drown coach brunt My unpopular opinion about this character: idk if this is unpopular but maybe just little known. duane said he wanted to have a scene where mael got captured and julia came in to interrogate him but he ended up psychologically manipulating her and more interrogating her than she did him....ogh can you imagine One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: that scene i just mentioned, really. also i think it was cool that he got to have his pale skinny jeansed ass in the wild for s4 so im good with him

Roundabout:

How I feel about this character: fail loser (affectionate). no but he was set up to be SUCH a cool character. he was shadow-san's replacement that had been built up to for the whole season, he'd been foreshadowed since S1 EPISODE 3, he was the reason VILE could remain hidden and impervious, he had a sword in his cane, he GOT CARMEN ARRESTED. ARRESTED ARRESTED. and then he himself just got tricked with like no episodes otherwise and was like aaughh nooo dont mindwipe me look neal the eel neal the eel and then rotted in a cell for another whole season. what a letdown All the people I ship romantically with this character: same thing as i put for mael....no one but i enjoy a good interfaculty ship when it comes around My non-romantic OTP for this character: idk he's just funny with a bunch of people. "i took fencing" and then shadowsan is like "yeah? i used to be in the japanese mafia, you bitch" My unpopular opinion about this character: again not sure if its unpopular but if you couldnt guess already i think he's such a letdown. i think they should have let him win instead of carmen just girlbossing her way through everything immediately. i think he should have been like. idk AN ACTUAL THREAT One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: i guess ive already stated most of everything above

#carmen sandiego #ask game #thank you sm again!! nice to meet you dev!

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whumpiary · 2 years

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the follow up to the cheating incident. read part 1 here

content warning: infidelity, intimate partner fight, miscommunication, referenced past intimate partner abuse, reference past sexual abuse, briefly referenced disordered eating

When Josiah arrives home again it smells like lamb koftas. He can smell it down the hallway, as soon as he steps onto their floor of the building, and it’s jarring because it smells like every proper home he’s ever had but the feeling in the pit of his stomach is like he’s walking into the lion’s den.

Ellie hated lamb.

She liked the lion’s den though.

It’s good that he can smell the lamb. It means Cass has eaten. Or tried to eat. Or tried to reconcile by having dinner ready for Josiah when he got home. Any of those things would be good things. In theory.

Better than coming home to an empty house.

Or a house that wasn’t empty but hollow all the same.

He can hear the TV through the door before he opens it, the distant warbling of a sitcom’s opening credits. He closes his eyes, hand on the door handle, his palm hot against the metal. The only way is through. He knows that. The only way is ever through.

When he finally opens the door, the apartment feels like nothing happened at all.

He takes his boots off at the entryway. He puts his keys in the key bowl. He leaves his phone and his wallet beside.

There’s food out on the kitchen bench. Meat on a tray, salad chopped and left on the board, koupepia in its little plastic container, an empty plate for Josiah left out. He leaves it where it is. Goes further into the den.

He tries very hard to ignore the messed up sheets on the bed as he walks past their bedroom. His stomach is a knot that gets tighter with every step toward where Cass sits on the couch.

Cass glances across at him, a thin little lip stretch that’s meant to pass as a smile

“You cooked?” he asks. Cass gives him a slightly loaded look. They both know what he’s really asking. ‘You ate?’

It's an infraction of the unwritten rule that's developed between them. That Josiah won't poke and prod about Cass' eating habits unless it starts to become a health concern. Cass chews his cheek and seems to decide that it's not an overstep worth getting arched up about tonight.

“Just heated the lamb,” he says with a shrug, voice a little croaked. Josiah can’t tell if it sounds like he’s been crying. Can’t decide if it would be better or worse if he had been. “Left some. Wasn’t sure if you’d want any.”

“Maybe later.”

“Fair.”

Josiah can’t remember the name of the show that’s on. It’s not one of the ones they watch together. Maybe Cass hadn’t expected him to come back so quickly.

“So, um.” Cass clears his throat. “Mandy texted today. They’re getting busy at her new place and she was saying-“

“Please don’t do that.”

Cass looks up at him, brows raised. “Do what?”

“Don’t pretend like nothing just happened.”

Cass’ nose twitches. He stares back down at his knees, looking bored and pissed off. “You asked me to keep you in the loop about shit, I’m keeping you in the loop.”

“I think there’s-“ Josiah’s words snag for a second and he takes in a sharp breath through his nose, out through his mouth. “I think there’s more important things. To bring me into the loop about. Don’t you?”

The laugh track on the TV is tinny and jarring. It feels like the drag of a blunt razor against skin. Josiah nods to it, “Can you turn that off, please?”

Cass puts it on mute instead, pictures still flickering away as he tosses the remote back down on the couch. It’s a compromise that feels like a complete and utter undermine. But Josiah will take it. Better not to trip and skin his knee on the first damn hurdle Cass props up.

He takes a deep breath and moves to the dining table, pulling a chair out and moving it over so he can sit in a neutral distance from the couch. Cass rearranges himself a little, looking for all the world like he’s trying not to be bothered.

Josiah swallows, rubbing his palms together to try and soothe himself. “Do you want to speak first?”

Cass raises a shoulder and drops it, fingers deftly plaiting the fringe of the blanket on his lap. “Not really.”

It’s the first shock of real anger, if he’s honest. It hits him in the chest like a stake of ice and he has to take a deep breath to stay steady. He suddenly doesn’t know why he expected an apology. Why would he have? Who does he think he’s in love with? Still, he prompts again, “Nothing?”

“It’s not the first time, if that’s what you’re asking,” Cass says, without looking up. His voice is flat and emotionless. Just one side of completely apathetic. “Not even the first time with him.”

Josiah closes his eyes and forces himself to breathe. It doesn’t make it much further than the middle of his throat. He’s just trying to get a rise, Josiah reminds himself, trying to deflect. So they don’t talk about the real thing.

“He’s probably not the best I’ve had but he’s a freelancer, y’know, so he’s usually free during the day time.“

It still hurts.

"There’s this other guy, Aiden, who actually knows what he’s doing. I messaged him first but-”

“Stop it.”

Cass shrugs, dead-eyed. “Just trying to be honest.”

“No, you’re trying to be mean,” Josiah shoots back, low and steady. “I’m not stupid, Cass. Don’t treat me like I’m stupid.”

Cass ducks his head away. Josiah’s not always the best at reading expressions but on Cass it’s always been simple. That right there, for just a moment, was shame.

It slips away again as quick as it had slipped in, hiding behind that same distant apathy and an irritated half-raised eyebrow. Cass’ default defensive.

Josiah waits for him to fill the silence. To offer… if not apology, then remorse. Explanation. Excuses. Anything. When it doesn’t come, he takes another deep breath, and does the work to fill the chasm so at the very least they can try to meet on the shaky ground in the middle.

“Well if you’re not going to speak then…. Then I’ll speak.”

Again, he pauses, waiting for Cass to interrupt him. But he doesn’t.

“So I… have a theory,” he says, slow and stilted. “I have a theory and… you have to sit there and you have to listen to me and hear it because…” Because he’s owed that. Because he’s earned that. Because that’s how loving someone is meant to work. “Because I don’t know what else to do. And. If I’m wrong then I’m wrong but… I don’t think I am. So. You have to listen. And then you can tell me if I’m right or not. And then we can go from there.”

Cassius doesn’t move or say anything or look at him but he doesn’t interrupt and he doesn’t say no. Josiah takes it as leave to keep going. What else can he do?

“I think you wanted me to find out,” he continues, each word measured and deliberate, words practiced in the walk home. “I think that I’ve missed something. I think something happened. Or I did something. Or I didn’t do something. And I missed it. And you were trying to tell me. In your own way. And I missed that too. And then I kept missing it and… and so you made it so I couldn’t anymore. So we could talk about it. Whatever it is. Whatever happened. That’s what I think.”

Cass is silent, lips pressed together. The apartment is so quiet Josiah can hear the electric buzzing of the television, high frequency and nearly imperceptible.

“And… if this isn’t the first time, then,” Josiah takes a breath. “Then… I think that means I’m right. You wanted me to find out.”

“I just forgot what time-”

“I texted when I was leaving the shops, Cass. You know I’m home early on a Wednesday. You didn’t forget.”

Again, Cass ducks his head in some approximation of shame.

“Which means you wanted me to find out,” Josiah concludes. “You wanted me to see him.”

The floor lamp behind Cass’ head lights him up from behind, illuminating the frizz of his curls in a golden glow. He doesn’t deny it this time.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Cass scoffs and shakes his head, mouth twisted in a mean smile. “Fucking hell.”

“Cass if there’s something that I did-“

“Not everything’s about you.”

“I know that but-”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

“You cheated, Cass.” The words come out with more venom than he’d meant. “How is that not everything to do with me?”

The anger dissipates again with the ducking of Cass’ head. His muscles feel strained, aching from a fight they’re not having. He tries to take a deep breath. There’s a lump in his chest that won’t move. He speaks through it all the same.

“I am just trying to understand. Help me understand.” he says. “Because I know… I know you’re not a bad person, Cass. I know you wouldn’t do this just to hurt me. I get it. I missed something. And I’m sorry.” Cass flinches, head turning to look out the window and then down at his hands. Josiah leans forward in his chair, elbows on knees. “But I want to understand. So help me.”

Cass looks like a beautiful statue, stoic and unmoving. His chest hitches as tears well up and on or two make it down his cheek.

Josiah just barely holds himself back from reaching out to take his hand. “Honey. Please. Just help me understand.”

Cass shakes his head, mumbling at his hands, “We’re just not right for each other.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is true.”

“I know you don’t believe that.”

Cass scoffs and tilts his head back, eyes shining as he blinks at the ceiling. Josiah reaches for him then. He barely brushes fingertip to fingertip before Cass pulls away. He takes a steadying breath, feeling his jaw tighten and clench. He’s just trying to push him away. He’s trying to shut this down. To make it hurt less. Josiah knows that. He knows it’s his job to push back. Offer the olive branch.

“We have fought for this for so long. You and me. Before we even knew it, before we even knew what we were fighting for.”

There’s a crack to Cass’ voice, “I know.”

“I am not giving up on you just because of this.”

Cass shakes his head, turning it away to look at the window, palm pressed over his mouth.

“Cass there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give you.”

“Yeah that’s the fucking problem,” Cass snaps, head snapping up so fast, Josiah flinches back, sitting up ramrod straight in his chair.

Josiah blinks. He shakes his head, “I don’t understand-”

“There’s nothing you wouldn’t give me.” His own words echoed back to him with a vitriol that spins his head. “Nothing you wouldn’t do for me. Am I seriously the only one who sees something the fuck wrong with that?”

For nearly a full minute, all they can do is stare at each other. He doesn’t understand what changed in the span of a few seconds. Why Cass suddenly seems to be angry at him.

He’s asking what he did wrong, he’s waiting to be told. He is here. He is present. He is listening. He’s doing what the books say, he’s trying to communicate. And Cass is looking at him like he’s making everything worse on purpose.

Cass is the first to break the building silence. “What if what I want isn’t something you want to give me?”

Josiah shrugs. What wouldn’t he give? Try me.

“What if I want to think of him when you fuck me?”

For a moment, Josiah’s mind feels wiped blank. Like someone tuned the radio to a station of white noise with the volume turned up to full.

“If you wanted to…” Josiah takes a breath, blinking rapidly as he processes the words. His heart plummets. “You mean Christopher.”

Cass snorts a laugh, his tone sharp and bitter, “Well I sure as fuck don’t mean the freelancer.”

Josiah looks at the curls tucked behind Cass’ ear instead of at his face. He can feel his heart pounding solidly in his chest. Not fast, just a heavy solid beat, like it’s trying to slam through the portcullis of his ribs. He takes a deep breath, lungs aching at the effort.

“If… if you- if you needed... if you need that…”

The smile Cass gives him is wide-eyed and incredulous; a mean slash across his face, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Josiah fingers splay in front of him, grasping for something that isn’t there. “Cass, if you wanted that-“

“You don’t want that.”

“I…” Josiah swallows down the lump that forms in his throat. “I would… adjust.”

Cass scoffs and shakes his head, interlocking his fingers at the back of his neck as he leans forward, elbows on his knees.

“Cass-”

“What if I want something else?” he looks determined and furious, eyes blazing. Josiah just feels tired. Already too wrung out for this.

“Then, fine. Okay. Just tell me and I’ll-“

“What if I want you to hurt me?” His eyes are dark and sharp, the reflected lamplight like the glint of a knife. “What if I want you to slap me around or hold me down or put a collar on me or call me darling? What then?”

His jaw is set, his head held at that angle that means no bullshit. He’s not joking. He’s not just being mean. He means it.

“Is that what…” Josiah swallows. “With… the others.,,?”

Cass shrugs. “Sure. Sometimes.”

Josiah’s eyes close on an exhale. It’s a shuddering thing. A horrible thing. He’s noticed bruises once or twice. His own voice sounds strangled on the way out. “You could’ve… if you had’ve… just talked to me, I-“

Cass laughs outright. “Yeah, well. I tried to suggest a bit of light choking and you told me to speak to my fucking therapist.”

Josiah cringes. He hears how it sounds. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yeah? Then how the fuck did you mean it?”

“I don’t know, I-“

“You know a lot of people want weird shit in bed, it’s not like I’m the only person in the wolrd-”

“I know.”

“With a fucking kink-”

“I don’t-”

“But you act like the only reason anyone could possibly want-“

“I never meant it like that.”

“Then how do you mean it? Huh?”

“I just meant that…” Josiah blinks at his empty hands, the carpet. He knows what he meant, or he knew. And now the words for it are slipping away. “I don’t know. I just thought… with your history…”

Cass laughs. Bubbling, hysterical, bitter. He’s stepped in it completely. Shit.

“Yeah my history. My fucking history. You know, I’m sick to fucking death of my fucking history,” Cass spits. “I go to the doctor, and the psychiatrist, and Talia, and group, and I do my fucking workbooks and I do my fucking journaling. All I ever do is talk about my fucking history. And what the hell do you do? Huh? When do we talk about your history?”

The turn around is so quick it startles Josiah dumb instead of sending him reeling. He blinks. He shakes his head, “That’s not- No-“

“No, you wanna talk about history? Let’s talk about history.” Cass has the gall to turn his body, then, hands folding together, elbows propped on his knees in an absurd show of rapt attention. “Your last partner was a sociopathic piece of shit who was only in a relationship with you so she could mould you into the perfect boytoy and use you as a human petri dish. Should we talk about how much that fucked you up?”

It’s a low blow that comes straight out of left field. Josiah rocks back on his chair, wind knocked out of him. He has to force his mouth around the words, shaping each out so solidly it’s like carving them out of wood, “This is not about her.”

“Isn’t it?” Cass laughs, hands splaying wide in incredulity. “The guy I fucked behind your back tried to shake your hand at the front door and the first thng you asked me was if you did something wrong. You don’t reckon that has just a little bit to do with how she used to react to you getting upset?”

Josiah’s hand, without his bidding it, finds the scars on the inside of his forearm, palm covering them like that could take away the evidence.

“And that’s not even the fucking worst of it, is it?”

Josiah just stares, completely dumbstruck. Isn’t it?

“You think I can’t feel how much you want to bond with me? Like you did with her? You think I can’t-“ his voice snags and it seems to make him even angrier, growling in his throat before he continues. “You think I can’t fucking feel that?”

Josiah’s body understands the words before his brain does. Breath won’t come into his chest. His hand squeezes his arm so tight the tips on his fingers tingle. And then guilt swoops in like a crushing thing. Oh.

“How the fuck do you think that makes me feel? Huh?”

Oh shit.

“I’m sorry,” Josiah says, on the last of his breath.

“Jesus don’t- Don’t apologise,” Cass snaps, hand burying in his hands. “Fucking fuck. You haven’t done anything.”

Josiah’s chest feels squeezed tight, his skull full of fog. He feels like his insides have been scooped out and laid out on display, one by one.

Shit.

“What the fuck am I meant to do with that?”

Josiah doesn’t have the answer to that.

He’d only thought about it a few times. He hadn’t even really meant it. Just floating thoughts when they were sitting together on the couch sometimes, or when Cass was lying in his arms in bed. A warm feeling as he turned it over in his head. A yearning for that same closeness.

It had felt so special at the start, with Ellie. So sacred and pure. A second heartbeat alongside his own. The warmth of companionship. Knowing who he belonged to. And the ability to take away the bad things. Just for a little while. And he wanted that for Cass. He wanted that with Cass. He wanted to give Cass everything. Every bit of himself. What was so wrong with that?

A lot, apparently. By the sound of Cass’ voice.

“And you think what I want is screwed up? You think… you think…”

Distantly, like watching it from very far away, Josiah can recognise the signs of Cass’ distress. The sort of breathing that would usually have him crouching down in front of him at eye level, holding his hands between thumb and forefinger, rubbing circles into his palms. But right now he can’t move, fists balled on his knees.

There is a minute or so where he can hear the hitching of Cass’ breath as he works to calm himself down. Maybe he should feel sympathy. Or, on the other hand, satisfaction. Mostly he just feels hollow. Fuzzy.

There’s a shake to Cass’ voice that sounds like he’s holding himself back from tears. There’s a clarity to it that tells Josiah things have been decided without him. “You’re right. You’re entirely fucking right, Jos. I wanted you to see that guy tonight. I wanted you to know. Because I wanted you to finally admit that we are not. Fucking. Compatible.”

He feels like he’s been punched in the gut. He feels like something’s clawing at him from the inside out. There is a long stretching silence that feels like it warps time. Josiah doesn’t even know if he agrees with the words that fall out of his mouth next. “You don’t really believe that.”

“Neither of us have to fucking believe it, do we?” Cass says, voice a scrape of a thing. “It’s true.”

It feels like the colour is slowly draining out of the room, sucked shade by shade into the grey of the carpet. The sunset outside has dimmed to the last glow of coals on the horizon, a cold, monochrome dusk settling in instead. The wind blows through the wind outside the window and Josiah swears he can feel it curling through him too.

“I kept waiting for you to say something.” Cass sounds so sad. Why does he sound sad? He sounds like he’s going to cry. “Why didn’t you say something?”

Josiah looks up at his partner. His partner who won’t look at him. His partner who won’t raise his head. His partner who swipes away a tear sliding down his nose like he’s waving away an irritating fly.

Josiah’s tongue feels leaden. For a moment no words come to him. He feels the grief like it’s ten miles away. Cass huffs out a sad breath, shaking his head like he’s at a loss himself, eyes on his hands, tongue pressing into his cheek.

All at once, something swells again in Josiah’s chest. Like bellows on coals. He leans forward on his chair. He searches Cass’ face in profile, every part of him silently begging for him to look up.

“Cass... We’re going to fix this.” Josiah feels like he’s holding onto the edge of a rooftop with the very tips of his fingers. “This isn’t the end of things.”

Cass’ voice is hollow. Like the beat of a drum, “Yes. It is.”

“We’re going to fix this.”

“No. We’re not.”

“Love-”

“Just stop, Jos. It’s dead.”

“We have fought for each other for so long-”

“Stop saying that.”

“I will fight for you, Cass,” Josiah can feel the vibration of the words in his own skull as he speaks them. His heart is beating so slow in his chest he’s sure it could stop any moment. “I will always fight for you.”

Cass doesn’t so much as raise his head.

The pause is so long and so heavy and so depressingly cold that Josiah knows it will be a killing blow before the words come. Like the weight of concrete rushing up to meet you at the end of a fall.

Cass opens his mouth to speak and it’s like the dying breath of an animal bigger than both of them, “Maybe I just don’t want to fight for you anymore.”

#infidelity cw #miscommunication cw #cassius #josiah #the future #my housemate has taken to semi-regularly asking 'how are your blorbos?'#and the answer all the way through writing this one was 'sad 🥰'

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gazelessmenagerie · 1 year

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Nightmare anon:

"I hope you find love Broly."

It was Santana's voice; & it made your blood boil.

Still The pillarman stood like a statue on the red horizon. His silhouette black like a void but red coals burn into the saiyan ahead. "I hope you do find love - so you can watch them DIE. "

" Should I share my suffering so we may be closer?" his voice sounded clear as if he ear right by his ear. It reeked of demented vitriol.

"They have no power like you. Be them mortal or god. I wonder how easy they are to KILL, how they taste. I want my flesh to carve right into them. I will carve them into nothing more like a lion to lambs."

A red cresent flickered behind the destroyers back. A handful of silhouettes shaped like those you had cared about. Yamcha, Ei, Sotarra, Tater, Mai - Paragas. "They will die all the same & you know it. Even if I have to show you." They began sliding toward Santana's silhouette. Even if you try to pull, the shadow threatened to crumble under his strength. The force was pulling them toward the devil horned shadow. They eyes of a hungry wolf burned into you as they vanished into the black. It was almost as though he had gotten bigger. That was it. It was just the two of you.

Rushing closer, the pillarman did not move as this brute force connected with his front. instead his arm sunk IN. Eyes meet red coals & a deep chuckle cracked through the ground. You finally pull your fist free. But the mold of death began to form. from the shadow. decay had attracted fungus & mold spread like wild fire.

"I hope you find love Broly."

It was foaming up your arms, your breathing quickens. His chuckles grow louder - becoming thunder in the ears. Then everything goes black.

Go on anon and send my muse a nightmare! Could be about people they love, people they’ve lost, events in their lives, irrational fears they have, or anything you want!

Crimson hues tacked itself to the skies that should've been blue if he were to recall Earth correctly. However, such nightmarish skies weren't so unfounded by Saiyan eyes as certain atmospheres withheld by planets would hold such colors before they met their demise by this hands. For all he knew, he might've found himself on one of those celestial bodies but that wasn't of any importance than it was hearing that voice speak those distasteful words.

Scorn inflamed the blood that coursed through veins, collecting itself with the four chambers of its source as abyssal orbs scanned over the landscape mottled by fragments. Pieces of terrain stitched together in mismatched patterns, stretched until the far edges were drowned in pure darkness. Looking further, the shadowed figure of that lowly Earth God stood in stark contrast to the reddened skies; eyes burning their hellish centers into the lone Saiyan. Resenting words spoke themselves openly, earning nothing less than the challenge of the Legendary Saiyan's own warning growls.

" Not before I destroy you first. " Broly sneered, dauntless to glare his own scorching glower into that inky black shape. Stagnant air brought no relief and no protection from the voice uttering its animosity directly next to his ear. Not once did that shadowed figure move but reflex had Broly whip his body around with a clenched fist striking outwards-- hitting nothing but the air with enough force that the wind caused could be heard clear as day within the eerie silence. Muscle tensed, bracing itself for any number of attacks he'd come to know in the various brawls but upon targeting his sights back on Santana; nothing had changed.

Prominence of lethal fangs bared themselves openly with a snarl, instinctive urges to fight birthed the bright emerald luminescence of his energy into both palms of his hands. Daring to threaten such, it felt as though his mind split itself into iterations without the slightest awareness of which was the truth and which was a reflection. Shards upon shards mirrored into one another, casting his own state of mind back before a looming scarlet crescent appeared behind the Pillarman's back. From out of the depths of an endless void, figures took shape to reflect a different iteration yet all sides of the fragments shared a single, defensive reaction.

The prominence of that voice was all that dared exist in that harrowing world, swallowing all within its echo as those silhouettes began to pull towards the single entity. Regardless of the fact they were born of shadow, the simple awareness of his place within a nightmarish realm never realized itself to a mind caught in its reflections. Forgoing his original urge to attack, the large frame of the Saiyan lunged; energy dispersing itself to free up his hands. Grasping hold of one, superior strength pulled before a cracking sound froze him in place. Hooking his arm around brought no salvation with the noise that persisted no matter his efforts as the body crumbled in his hold. Thinking of nothing else, another attempt to catch another fell to ruin as the first and the rest had already succumbed in joining the mass of the Earth god. Growth had noticeably caused his enemy's form to become larger, hellish coals staring deep into the pits of twin obsidian orbs.

Blackened seas churned with power, flashing to a fearsome gold in those moments as the Brute charged in a furious outcry. Crashing into his foe with a powerful arm thrown directly in front once he was in range, a heated snarl to give them back roared from thundering vocals. Electrical arcs sparked and burned the void below, wrath amplifying the sheer immensity of a bottomless power even as he felt the body give in to his attack. Certain in the fact his ki protected him from the dangers of volatile enzymes, the animosity of teal orbs glowered into those burning red coals. The sight alone was enough to force molars to grit themselves, snarl snapping back to the deep chuckle reverberating with the fracture of the ground. Broly yanked his fist free, more than ready to beat down his enemy until they spat out that which belonged to him or killed them in the process.

Blistering fury sparked his golden aura to an intensity that hadn't felt like anything before. A single goal in mind. However the distinct stench of death and decay filled the treacherous atmosphere in that instant. Every golden peak of hair bristled higher, snapping sparks sizzled before his arm began to sting horribly. Snapping his eyes to it, they widened with shock at the gut-wrenching sight they beheld.

Spores infested his arm and ate its way from his fist still clenched. What little tendon and muscle had been attached to his hand quickly became infected by the fungus, skin paling as muscle withered away until the stark white ivory was all that was left. The beating organ of his heart seized in terror, helpless to stop the decay as it ate more and more of his flesh. Furious howls became screaming agony as the free hand attempted to swipe off the fungus, clawing into his own flesh to let rivers of blood flow freely.

Caught like an animal in a snare, the growth festered faster and faster. Infection spread from one arm to the other in a matter of seconds. Burning it off failed to save himself as his chest spasmed. Lungs rapidly swallowing the air in quick and shallow breaths.

Thunder rumbled around him, the sky over darkening further and further.

He couldn't breath in what felt to be an eternity.

Then nothing but the cold vice of the fungus swallowed him.

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A thundering roar combined with the intensive pressure rattled the interior of the flimsy den he had taken residence within from the rain speckling outside. One moment was all it took before it exploded violently and whatever had been in the immediate vicinity was caught in a tempestuous outrage. Stone cracked and crumbled beneath the pulverizing fists slammed over and over again, rampant energy built without end until it had no where else to go than to be unleashed every which way. Entire barrages of orbs streaked like comets across the clouded sky, igniting wild fires as the land shattered in a cataclysm born of a mindless rage. What little rest he had had been plagued by nothing than nightmare after nightmare, tearing apart what little sanity had been left.

#|| Tag: Answered #Anonymous #|| Tag: Gazing over the Abyss of Stars { Broly }#//ask to tag #( MMm this was spicy. thank you for indulging me at this hour. only hate I had to retype everything twice. )#( rip to the bastard who can't control himself when he gets pushed beyond his own thresholds. )

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