#it would have killed him on the spot he would have loathed it and despised it and despaired for a legacy slipping out of his control

[shougojo]

Hi! Can i request a headcannon where they get jealous of your pet 🥹 ? Any pet and fandom is fine 🫶

DOMESTIC FIGHT

cw: blue lock x gn! reader, fluff, headcannon, jealousy, pets can be chosen / they focus on cats tho

a/n: thanks for requesting anon !! hopefully this is what u want , it’s kinda long -︵-

rin just shrugged when you told him you owned a pet. he saw it normal that his partner had a pet, what else could possibly be wrong? well, rin now despises your pet. whenever you let it out or call it over - that was when the action starts. the animal would start nuzzling you and take your attention away from him. and whenever rin tries pulling you closer to him, it would just hiss; like he was gonna harm you or something. and rin wasn’t dumb about it; every night, he would brainstorm on how to get rid of it - trying not to upset you in the process.

sae is similar to his younger brother, but instead - the pet despises him. sae simply ignore the creature with his sanity, he doesn’t give a damn about the pet; although he gets scolded by you, the animal can’t do anything about can it? he doesn’t feed, play, or even share you with the domestic animal — it gets on the pet’s nerves. and sae just ignores it. you almost walked into sae and your cat ‘wrestling’ each other once. he also sometimes grabs your pet and replaces it whenever it takes his spot — your lap.

isagi is probably the only one that gets along with your pet. it’s probably either he has second nature or the pet is just fond with him. you’ll sometimes find the two playing or napping together. you sometimes think that your cat might like isagi more than you. but isagi always says that your pet obviously likes you more; but how can you agree when your pet’s always following him when he goes home? even so, at least they get along… maybe they get along too well.

nagi. let’s say he doesn’t really give a shit about your pet. they already went off on a bad start the second they met. he pretty much despises the pet; like, how can he not when it’s hogging you all to itself. you’ll often catch nagi giving death glares at your pet whenever their in the same room. they’ll have starring contests once in while, and if you were being honest, ‘if looks could kill’ would be the best way to describe the two. and nagi isn’t the guy who would have dates out in the world, he’d obviously prefer to do house dates - but when it comes to your pet - he’s always up to go to his house or a public date. anywhere away from that ‘thing’.

reo honestly just reacted with a ‘cool’ when mentioning you had a pet. but it’s not very cool once he meets it. he would often tell you that your pet is literally the definition of satan. it wasn’t like your pet scratched the furniture, it was just that it took your attention away from him. sometimes, whenever you left to get something in another room - he would ‘gently’ grab the domestic animal by the throat and point his finger in its face, telling it threats to back away from you. but the animal was stubborn and ignored every word he punctuated. making him loathe the pet even more.

bachira is just like any other person. caring and loving for your pet, it’s like a lil family to him. but sometimes, if your pet is an introvert, things might get a little messy and the pet might be the one despising him. but it’s ok! if your pet is extrovert, they’d have a fantastic time. it’s like their best friends or even brothers. overall, bachira is amazing at pets ( just don’t get him a tortoise, it might bore him )

[saetoru]

girl same i just wanna sit on nai’s lap and kiss him and squeeze his tiddies is that so much to ask

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。HUMAN — MILLION KNIVES (NAI).

「 SYNOPSIS 」 nai can’t bring himself to hate you—until you almost make him feel human, that is

☽ contents ⋮ gn! reader, slightly suggestive but also not rly, fluff if you squint but also idk if it’s rly fluff, kissing and all that good stuff lolz

☽ notes ⋮ y’all saw his tiddies in todays episode right. we all saw that right. we all lost our minds right. RIGHT.

“nai,” you whisper, hands traveling along his abs, feeling the ridges of his taught muscles before settling for his chest, squeezing slightly as you pant against his mouth, “nai, i want you.”

he scoffs, and he wants to glare at you, but your lips nip at his jaw, suck sweetly at the skin, make his eyes flutter shut and his breath turn erratic as he holds back a grunt when you find a spot on his neck that makes him particularly hungry for you.

nai doesn’t like you.

which is a step up, you suppose—if you were anyone else, he’d hate you. if you were any other human, he’d despise your existence. but, for some unknown reason to even himself, nai doesn’t hate you.

for some reason, it’s hard to hate you—it’s not like he sees value in you, or that he even finds you all that tolerable. you still feed off plants, off his kind, off his brethren. you’re still every bit as guilty as the rest of the disgusting likes of humans. but somehow, he thinks you’re a bit fascinating, so he settles for disliking you instead of his usual hatred.

and it’s not that he makes an exception for you—or so he tells himself, that is. it’s a complicated situation, really: you seated on his lap, his hands gripping your waist, your mouth molding against his, his chest rising and falling with every slow stroke of your palm over the skin. it’s all a bit too complicated when he knows you’re supposed to eventually be dead like everyone else when the time for a new world comes.

because nai doesn’t like you, and he certainly doesn’t need you around—but he does love the way you make him feel when you kiss him like that.

your hands are cupping his cheeks, thumb stroking over the mole on the right side of his face under his eye—and for a moment, just a moment and nothing more, this rare, foreign gentleness of a human erases the atrocities.

but knives dislikes you, and he’ll never give you the satisfaction of knowing he wants you too.

“pathetic,” he spits, “how pathetic of you to think you’ll have me.”

“ah, but i do have you, don’t i?” you hum cheekily. how bold of you, he thinks, how bold and downright foolish you are to speak to him with such confidence, such little regard for your life.

it’s almost as if…as if you trust him. like you trust him not to kill you, to let your bravery slide and look past it. how utterly naive—and yet, it makes him all the more fascinated by you, makes him want to keep you around so he can observe you some more. perhaps kiss you too, and feel the warmth of your hand against his cool skin.

“you’re certainly confident for—” he’s cut off with a small grunt when your mouth finds his again, and then your hand is trailing to find the back of his neck, and then his hair, and then your fingers thread through the locks slowly, deliberately, gently.

like you’re taking care of him, like you’re not using him or taking from him for your own gain. like you’re here just to give and give even if you can’t take.

and for a moment, nai wonders if you’re really human. you must be greater than that, he decides. you must be something far more divine than a human—and it must be why he’s unable to loathe you like the rest of humanity.

it must be it—it has to be, he almost reasons desperately. why else would he of all people melt under your touch like this?

“you can’t get rid of me,” you murmur, pressing sweet, delicate kisses to the corners of his mouth, scratching at his scalp with tenderness he’s only seen once from a human before. “im staying right here, nai. with you.”

“yes,” he decides, gripping your hips tighter, pulling you a tad bit closer, “yes you’ll stay right here. under my watch.”

and then you kiss him again, sat on his lap as your hands explore his chest and your lips chase his own—and nai decides maybe it’s not so hard to hate you, after all.

he hates the way you make him almost wish he was human for a short moment.

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[muzansfangs]

I just read your "Accidentally sees you naked" fic

AJD EJDNEMRRJBRBRHEBE

IM FROTHING LITERALLY--- 😭❤️❤️

I WAS BLUSHING SO HARD WHILE READING URAHARA, AIZEN AND JUGRAM'S JDBEUBEJE! 🙈🙈

There are hardly any fics about Haschwalth anywhere 😭

If you get time van you write something similar with Haschwalth but both of them receiving the "nice treatment" ya'know (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Forbidden attraction.

Starring: Haschwalth Jugram x f!reader; Giselle and Candice;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, slight alteration of canon events, dom!Haschwalth, sub!reader, oral sex (f!reader receiving), oral sex (Haschwalth receiving), vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, language, kidnapping, biting, mention of murderous intents, verbal abuse, threats;

Plot: while you were a mere human without any valuable ability, you were Ichigo Kurosaki’s adoptive sister. That alone was enough for Yhwach to kidnap you and confine you into a cell in his luxurious palace. Everyone loathed you and that was the main reason why you rarely left your room. That and the fact that you would have rather been alone than spending your time with the people who were trying to kill your friends and family. However, one of the them, the one no one dared to cross, had always protected you from the sharp tongues of his colleagues. He was cold, distant, impeccable, deadly, not bothered by human emotions. But you, you literally drove him nuts.

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One month. You started to wonder if your friends had forgotten about you in the chaos of the war. You were almost getting used to the white walls of your new bedroom. Everything radiated a creepy purity that made your stomach clench in disgust. You loathed the grey and white walls, just like you wanted to rip to shreds the snow-white blankets of the king sized bed you slept in every single night, since they had thrown you in that majestic chamber. They did not call it a prison and, actually, it really was not a cell. But your heart felt like you were trapped into one.

The inhabitants of that dull fortress despised you. You could see the way they looked at you, when you were forced to leave your room. You knew they would have loved to tear you apart, scattering your limbs around for your friends to collect. You were a useless human being, after all. They did not get why Yhwach had ordered them to kidnap you. He could have just asked them to kill you right on the spot, leaving you to die an agonizing death and drown in a pool of your own blood.

Yet, there you were. You had a comfortable bedroom, a private space and you were even granted the chance to have all the drinks and food you craved, along with fresh clothes and blankets.

You were sitting on the windowsill, a book in your hand, as you tried to keep your mind focused on something else than the army of psychopaths roaming down the corridors outside your room. However, your door banging opened all of a sudden made you shriek on your seat, your grip on the novel slipping, as the volume landed on the marble floor with a thud.

Eyes widening even so slightly, you flicked your gaze up at the intruders of the hour and your blood instantly ran cold. Giggles and light footsteps echoed in the room as the two wicked Sternritters walked in, closing the door behind them hastily to taunt you out of prying eyes for the umpteenth time that day.

“Ah, there you are! I’m so glad you are still alive…” Candice piped out, her leaf green eyes locking with yours as she folded her arms against her chest to stare you down in disdain.

“Isn’t she pretty, Candice? I mean, I could make her even prettier, if I turned her into a zombie! What do you say? Should I do it? Ah, she looks delicious!” the shorter one, Giselle, chimed in as she strolled towards you with a malicious glint in her doe eyes. Maybe, Giselle was the worst of them all. Those blue orbs of hers had been transfixed on you since the first day you had stepped into that pit of vipers. Her intent was clear.

More than once, even when you were minding your business, the Sternritter Z had tried to approach you and whisper in your ear all the wicked things she wished she could do to you.

Chills ran down your spine, as you gritted your teeth and glared at them “Get out of my room. You don’t seem that smart, otherwise you would think twice before laying a finger on me. If you hurt me, you would probably end up dead too” you stated, clenching your fists down your sides, as you tried to stand your ground.

They laughed at your face, their grins making it painly clear that you were nothing more than a joker to mock and abuse for their entertainment.

“Oh, would you look at that, Giselle? The tramp is finally showing her teeth! Maybe I should just electrocute her” Candice blurted out, her spiritual pressure increasing as she showed you her fist and the familiar sparks of green and blue electricity engulfing it.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of what would have probably determined your death and your heartbeat increased notably. You were hopeless this time. Your lower lip wobbled, your arms raising up in a defensive stance, as you squeezed your eyes shut and waited for the pain to strike you.

For the first time ever, you wished he was there to save you. You never appreciated his assistance, his cold and detached help, but this time your life was in danger. His deep voice, his scent and the sound of his cape fluttering around his slender figure were things you were grown almost fond of. He was the worst of the worst, the man you should have feared the most among those blood-thirsted monsters. Yet, he was the only one who treated you with respect and kindness.

Sometimes, you wondered if he really cared about you. Once you had even dared to ask him why he protected you from his subordinates, although you never received an answer. His stolid façade never cracked.

Maybe, he did not genuinely care about you and, if he had bumped into you on the battlefield, he would have probably sliced you up like a tenderloin, but there was something else in his icy blue eyes, when he helped you clean your wounds, or left new novels on your nightstand for you to find when you woke up in the morning.

He was just executing Yhwach’s orders, right?

“Don’t mess up her face, Candy! I want my new toy to look pretty!” Giselle’s voice abruptly interrupted your stream of consciousness, reminding you of how miserable your end was going to be.

How ironic was it that you were thinking of Haschwalth Jugram in the last moments of your life?

Candice hummed and sprinted towards you, a sadistic smirk gracing her lips as she consumed the distance between you two. You flinched in anticipation, waiting for her fist to make contact with your cheek, but a gust of wind whipping your face and the sound of a sword being unsheathed made you instantly relax.

You could have not been so lucky, right? But his deep voice echoing through your room and the gasps of fear from your aggressors made you lift your lids up to witness to the scene unraveling before your eyes.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, but apparently you two understand only violence. — Haschwalth said, his tone of voice flat but firm — Leave this room and do not even dare to glance at her anymore” he deadpanned, watching as the two Sternritters reluctantly nodded their heads and darted their eyes on you one last time, quick to leave you two alone.

The door closing behind them with a slam made you release a breath you did not know you were holding. He had saved once again. Your fingers were still trembling as you hopped down from the windowsill, your feet finally hitting the polished floor. You were still breathing quite heavily, your mouth dry, making it almost impossible for you to even mutter a simple ‘thank you’.

His back was still facing you, his broad shoulders and his height imposing over you and causing a turmoil of contrasting emotions in your stomach.

“Thank you, Haschwalth” you breathed out then, darting your eyes on the white wall not to be forced to lock eyes with him, when he turned around to look at your shaking frame.

Blonde and long hair, light-blue eyes and that white uniform he wore had always reminded you of how similiar to the popular portrait of a Prince Charming he was, despite his cruel intentions and villainous antics. His exterior jarred with his physical appearence.

“You were lucky I was around” he stated flatly, his eyes intently studying your features.

What was that insufferable feeling consuming him from the insides, whenever you were around him? It was not only connected to the way your beauty whetted his appetites, it was not a lustful and carnal desire. There was more. You were most likely the only person he did not enterily despise.

“Yeah, probably” you replied shortly, fumbling with the hem of your shirt in nervousness. He could sense you were avoiding his gaze, fear and anxiety were flinging around you.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, not moving an inch from where he was standing.

“I’m fine”.

Haschwalth did not trust you. He took a single step towards you, his hand reaching down to raise your face and his thumb and forefinger grasped your chin. Your eyes met for a split second, your heart skipping a beat at the unexpected gentle touch, but you were still way too shaken from the previous events to even bear a confrontation with him. Therefore, you swatted his hand away and took a step back, only to end up against the wall behind you. Your back flattened against it, your eyes half-lidded as you shot a pleading glance up at him.

Haschwalth was not surprised by your reaction but, instead of pushing your buttons further, he dropped his arm back down his side and arched a blonde eyebrow up. You had never really shoved him off of you, when he tended your wounds or checked on you. Something had changed. Was it only fear? The fear of being touched by one of the same people that had tried to harm you was undoubtedly coursing through your veins, glowing into your wary eyes, but there was something more. It was another kind of fear.

“What is it now? Am I not allowed to touch you anymore? You did not seem to be that scared of me before” he pointed out, resting his left hand on the hilt of his sword out of habit.

Cold sweat ran down your back at the accusation. Why had you escaped his gentle touch? It was not the fear of being hurt. You were liking your proximity, his concern, even though it was surely fake, was comforting. You liked his touch and that fact terrorized you to the point that your stomach clenched and twisted at the thought of how you craved some warmth, especially his warmth.

“It’s not—” you started, but a knock on the door cut you off, as Haschwalth immediately walked up to grasp the silver handle and opening it.

A petite woman, holding a refined silver tray in her gloved hands, came in. Her eyes were downcast as she silently settled it on your table, before bowing her head at the both of you and scurring out of your room. She did not fear you. She would have probably been capable of causing you enough damage to kill you, if you two were to engage a fight. It was him the one she was scared of.

“I was just about to wish you a good rest. Enjoy your dinner” he then spoke out, glancing briefly at you before disappearing behind the door too.

Once again, you were alone with your thoughts and contrasting feelings. You were not that hungry anymore, after what had happened, but you needed to eat to keep yourself healthy. As you sat down at your desk and poured yourself a glass of water, you realized that the event causing your lack of appetite was not what had happened with the Sternitters T and Z. It was the Sternitter B’s fault.

A restless night followed your meal. You thought you could find some peace among the silky bedsheets of your bed, but everything about that bedroom reminded you of him. Your eyes darted on the clock beside your bed, sighing as, much to your dismay, you realized it was two in the morning. For three hours you had tried to shift positions, read some more pages of the historical novel Haschwalth had left for you to read, but nothing worked. Your body craved some sleep, but your mind was unstoppable.

In a utter distress, you scoffed and sat up on the bed, bringing your knees to your chest and curling yourself up in a ball. Your forehead rested on the top of your knees, eyes closed, as you listened to the steady sound of the clock ticking. You were tired of being stuck in that place, you were tired of restraining yourself to feel forbidden emotions.

But just when you thought things could not get worst, you heard the door creaking open again. You lifted your head up, alredy alarmed by the fact that someone was entering your chamber in the the dead of the night, when you were supposed to be vulnerable and asleep.

However, as you jumped out of the bed and switched the lights on, you gasped at the sight of Haschwalth holding some books in his hands. He furrowed his brows, clearly not expecting to find you wide awake and ready to throw hands, if it was necessary.

“I thought you were asleep. I apologize, it was not my intention to startle you” Haschwalth declared, settling the three books over the desk.

You shrugged and looked at your feet, realizing how poorly covered you were before him. Your nightgown barely reached the middle of your thighs, granting him the chance to look at the entire length of your legs.

“I can’t sleep. Thank you for the books, anyway” you said, gesturing at the novels he had just brought to you as a form of entertainment from the living hell you were experiencing. It was a small attention he reserved to you, one of the things that made you believe he actually had an ounce of uncontaminated respect towards you.

“It’s nothing. You told me you liked to read, when you arrived here. You mentioned it being the closest form of freedom and escapism a prisoner could get to experience” the tall Sternitter said, his eyes somehow softer as he gazed at you.

Was it an attempt to make a small and civil conversation with you? Whatever it was, you were glad he had given some importance to your words. While the accomodation was something he had provided you under the strict command of his King, this was a small gesture of sympathy and mercy coming right from his core. In that very moment, it was hard believing he was the same cold-blooded man that had massacred legions of shinigamis before your eyes.

You bitterly smiled, making an effort in dealing with reality as you bit the insides of your cheeks. You oughed him some sort of an answer and, judging by his curious gaze, he was expecting you to reply something.

“You were not obliged to lend me your novels. I thought you were supposed to simply keep me alive and hold me captive… — you reasoned, your voice calm as you switched your attention from the blue cover of the book to his pale visage — These small gestures are not your Master’s orders, am I right?” you inquired, hoping this time he would properly retort something instead of walking away and avoiding your questions.

“Why do you care? It’s not the first time you’re questioning my actions” the blonde man noted, elgantly gliding his hand over the smooth surface of the desk.

You hated the way your eyes followed his movements attentively, or the way your mind played tricks on you.

‘How would those huge, calloused hands feel on my skin?’ you asked yourself, before turning around and sitting on the edge of the bed. The tension was palpable and you were more than sure that, despite the umpertubable expression freezing his face over, he could sense it too. After all, if your eyes had acted on their own accord and lingered on him for way too long, his ones were doing the same.

“Because I can’t figure you out” you admitted softly, sinking your foreteeth onto your bottom lip right after it.

You did not expect him to bother keeping this conversation up, but you were surprised as he took a step towards you and looked down at you. His jaw was clenched, eyes boring into yours in what resembled frustration, a battle clearly waging into his logical mind, as he stunned you in silence with his own confession.

“Honestly, I cannot figure you out too and it is driving me nuts” he stated bitterly, causing you to swallow down forcefully.

You tried to speak again, but the only sound leaving your lips was a small gasp of surprise as he wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you up on your feet. You craned your neck to look him in the eye and all you saw was a primordial desire, the same flame enveloping your heart and leaving ashes in your chest.

Before you had time to realize what was happening, his hands glided down your spine, until he hooked them behind your thighs and lifted you up easily. Your eyes were wide opened, as your legs were now tightly wrapped around his waist. What followed was a sinful action you did not fully know back then, if you would have ever been able to forgive yourself from having done.

His lips hingrily captured yours, as he made your back flatten against the wall. Your fingers found his hair, as your lips followed the lead of the man used to command and give orders. His tongue dominated yours without any resistance coming from you. It was too much to handle, too pleasurable to stop now.

A small moan left your lips, as he bit down onto your lower lip before he attacked your neck with equal hunger for your flesh, for you. You felt your cheeks boiling, his touch consuming you to the bone as if he was coating you in lava. Each bite onto your neck, or down to your cleavage, was a sign of how much he was conflicted by what he was feeling around you. You made him lose himself, it was unacceptable.

As his hand slithered down in the middle of you thighs, you felt ashamed of yourself for how much you wanted him to touch you. Haschwalth groaned as the pads of his fingers met the damp fabric of your panties, gliding them up and down through the thin item only to increase your arousal.

“Dripping for your enemy, tsk” he rasped, tugging them harshly to the side before drawing irregular patterns over your bundle of nerves.

Electricity coursed through your veins, your toes curling at the dirty remark he had made. The worst part of it was that he was right, there was no way you could deny it, or hide it from you. Not when his fingers easily delved into your warm core. Whimpers of pleasure fell from your lips as you lolled your head back against the wall, chest raising and falling erratically as you tried your best not to make too much noise.

However, despite his long fingers thrusting into you made it hard to think straight, you somehow still found the guts to fire something back.

“I may be dripping but you’re rock hard” you panted, mewling as Haschwalth remove his index from your aching heat and settled you back down on your feet.

His hands meticulously slipped underneath your nightgown, grasping the straps of your underwear and dragging the item down your legs, until they rested on your ankles. He was feral, almost tearing the panties apart as he hastily tossed them somewhere behind him. Haschwalth knelt down in front of you and grasped your right leg, draping it over his shoulder as he shot a lustful glare.

“I liked you better when you simply moaned” he remarked, before running his tongue flatly down your slit. You whined, eyes squeezing shut as your fingers threaded his hair in pleasure. No one had ever gone down on you like that, as if the juices streaming down your inner thighs were some divine nectar.

His lips sucked deliciously on your throbbing clit, making your legs shaking violently as you tried to keep yourself straight against the wall. You could not get enough, your mouth hanging open as you did not even care about who heard you anymore. Who would have complained about what was happening in your bedroom anyway? There was a perverse sting of satisfaction and pride in watching the Sternitter Grand Master delve his tongue into you. He was on his knees for you, serving a prisoner as if she was some queen whose approval counted.

As you whimpered one last time, hips bucking up against his face, Haschwalth growl and squeezed your rear in primordial desire. You came onto his tongue, almost slumping down onto the floor as he pulled away from you and wiped his chin and mouth with a tissue in his double-breast jacket.

More. He wanted more, he was ready for more. He could not fight the attraction he felt for you, therefore he had no qualms about dragging you to the bed and quickly unbuckle the belt of his trousers. Your eyes were glued on him as you watched the way he slowly stripped out of his candid uniform. His abs, his chest, his thighs seemed the precious work of a greek sculptor. Never in your life you had seen someone as perfect as he was.

You thought that removing your nighthgown was the least you could do for him. You did not fail to notice how his eyes gazed at your perky breasts, just like you almost flinched at the sight of his shaft spriging out of his tight boxers.

“Come here” he said, his tone unnaturally soothing as he climbed onto the bed and stood up on his knees. You did not hesitate to follow his command, your mouth watering as you crawled up to him and gently wrapped your hand around his cock. There was no more shame in your eyes, your body almost moving under the influence of a forbidden desire eating you up from the inside.

You heard him suck in a breath, his eyes closing, as you started to swirl your tongue around the pinkish tip to tease him. His hand grabbed the back of your neck and prompted you to give him more, to part your lips and let him experience the warmth of your welcoming mouth. You did not put on a fight, eager to hear him grunt just as much as he had enjoyed breaking you earlier. Each inch you took in made him tightened the grip on your hair, your mouth and tongue working to let him accomodate into your cavity.

“Damn it…” Haschwalth huskily said, a guttural moan falling from his lips, while you bobbed your head up and down to elicit more moans from him. Yet, he stopped you. Gripping on your hair tightly enough to make you pull your mouth away from him, he sighed and pushed you down onto your back.

For a second, you thought you were not doing a good job but, when he hovered over you and spread your legs for him to settle in between, his thumb brushed over your lower lip and he whispered something in your ear that made you whimper in anticipation.

“Don’t worry, it’s just that I intend to empty myself into you” he uttered, hooking one of your leg around his hip before shoving himself into you slowly, gradually.

A strained moan left your lips, as he grunted and bit onto the crook of your neck with each inch he conquered into you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your skull, the intrusion both pleasurable and painful as you adjusted yourself at his impressive size.

As Haschwalth carefully began to thrust into you, your hands cupped his smooth cheeks. Your lips found each others in sloppy and messy kisses, so unlike him, out of his style, out of the world. You could not believe you had allowed him into your bed, the sound of skin against skin filling the room and fueling something inside the composed Sternitter.

His hand found its way around your neck, the other flying up to the bedhead to balance himself as his hips smacked against yours in a feral pace. You did not protest to the blatant act of dominance, the grip on your neck only increasing your pleasure as you could focusing on your sensation.

“H-Hascwalth, I—” you whimpered, eyes watering as you gripped the bedsheets beside you so tightly your knuckles turned white.

“I know… Me too” he rasped, before releasing your neck and kissing you passionately. Your legs shook, your moan muffled by his lips pressing against your as you both came. His forehead was resting against yours, as he panted and gently stroked your cheek.

Sleeping was not hard, after that. You fell asleep over his chest, one of his arm draped over your waist in a firm grip, in which you woke up in the morning. Once again, when he slept, it was hard to believe Haschwalth Jugram was a monster. Haschwalth Jugram was just an angel who had lost his wings down his way to Hell.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I am not going to apologize for that long and lewd one-shot. Actually, looking back at all of my works, this is probably the filthiest thing I have ever written in my life, lol! Well, what can I say? Some characters bring out the worst in me… Let me know what you guys think about this! Likes, comments and re-posts are always appreciated!

Until next,

x o x o

TAGS: @stygianoir @byakuyandaizenwifey @shattereddreamssara and my queen @sashi-ya because, if I’m not mistaken, you kind of like our deadly Prince Charming✨

[teyamloving12]

Neytiri getting human reader off on her thigh and tounge after finding out reader has been without sex for 3 years and has been watching over her family 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Needy Sky Demon

Warning: NSFW content (MDNI), f x f, praise kink, thigh riding, sexuallyfrustrated!reader, size difference, etc.

Pairing: Neytiri x F!Human!Reader(29)

Synopsis: Your body has gone without pleasure for a lengthy 3-year period. You were frustrated by the lack of attention but little did you know, Neytiri is always there waiting to ease your "pain".

Pandora was hypnotizing. She was so captivating. You pleaded with Jake not to send you back to Earth. You owed him for allowing you to wake up, hear, and view what Eywa had placed before you and the Na'vi. You were happy, but frustration took over your frail body. You felt the need to have sex every day, yet no one of the so-called men who remained on the beauty of a planet could catch your eyes. Pandora had many fine men and women, especially Neytiri.

You quickly tried to clear your mind from this. Neytiri was your friend's mate. If you ever desired to take her for yourself, guilt would always swallow you whole. Neytiri was a true sight to look at. She loved Jake, no one else. You were one of them, and she despised every single one. Sky people took everyone from her. Neytiri accepted Jake so why not you?

You felt her glance at the back of your neck. It sent chills down your spine. You were sure if you closed your eyes for a millisecond, she would have killed you and no one would notice you were gone. Yet her stares of "hate" make you feel things. Her piercing eyes were so full of loath but so astonishing. You exited the lab looking for the two Sully boys on the battleground. They were known or getting into trouble.

You were on the battlefield keeping an eye off the sky from the ground. Jake would never allow you to break through the sky, it was too dangerous and he knew his sons couldn't be trusted. You saw them on the ground, you were confused. Weren't they supposed to be patrolling the sky? You saw a helicopter falling from the sky exploding in the process, it caused dust to arise in your face. Now you are panicking.

You ran over to the crash scene looking from Neteyam. You spotted him on the ground scattered in scars and bruises all over his body. You ran your hand over his forehead. "It will be okay, sweetheart! Don't move Jake will be here soon.", you said trying to calm him down. Soon enough, Jake found you and his injured son. He threw Neteyam over his shoulder and gently grabbed you by the waist and held you close to his chest. Neteyam laid his head on your lap. You gazed your thumb over his bruises causing him to hiss.

You finally arrived at the village, Neytiri landed after you. Neteyam took his time to come off the ikran. He placed you on his shoulders. "It's okay, Neteyam! This is not your fault.", you whispered in his ear but truthfully, it didn't know because the sins of his younger brother will always fall upon his shoulders. You were his second mother always watching over his siblings and his own feelings and he loved you for that.

"Ma Jake, your son is actually bleeding.", Neytiri said. He told Kiri to go her grandmother but she refused. Like mother, like daughter. Neteyam loved you on the ground gently, receiving a kiss on the forehead. " Go get yourself patched up, okay?", you stated. Neytiri watched closely at the interaction between the woman and her son. She hate sky people but this one--you-- were different.

You were heading towards the lab before hearing your name being called. You looked back at Neytiri. "Come, we need to talk.", you were shocked. Neytiri barely had a conversation with you. Beads of sweat fall from your face.

You arrived to her hut and she sat down. You bit your lip adoring the beauty that sat in front of you. You were stuck in thought until Neytiri picked you up by the wrist. Was she going to kill You? You squealed, almost falling from her grip. Surprisingly, she sat you on her thighs and smiled. You smiled back in confusion and fear.

"Demon, I wanted to talk to private because of what you do for my family.", she said before a pregnant pause. " I wanted to say thank you for what you have done.", she continued. " It's no big deal, I owe Jake my life and I somewhat owe you too.", you responded.

"It's been 3 years since you've been here on Pandora with us. Have you found yourself a mate?", she stared at you in her lap. "No exactly, I haven't found the one.", no that was a big lie. You loved her so much, but you couldn't tell her that. It was wrong.

" So you have abstain from sex from an entire 3 year period?", she asked. You nodded your head in embarrassment. Neytiri looked at you in a. How can one go so long without intercourse? She made herself back on the ground with you still on her thigh. " Take them off.", she commanded. "Take what off?", you asked fiddling with your fingers. She pointed to your pants and then you realize what was happening.

At first, you hesitated she was with Jake right? I couldn't do this to your friend. You shaked your head saying no but then then deep down inside, you knew you wanted to say yes. So you did what she asked. You slid them off while I'm still sitting on her thigh. They were so soft. " Go on, please yourself.", she said. Without thoughts, you unconsciously started to move grinding yourself into her eye. Guilt overcame you but the pleasure was stronger and no man on Earth or Pandora could have stopped you from enjoying this moment that you dreamed of ever since.

Your clit gazed over her thigh causing you to whimper. Your legs became numb. You juices soaked her leg. You couldn't conceal your moans. She watched as you went faster and faster trying to make yourself cum over her thigh but she knew you needed help. Neytiri tilted her head looking at you with eyes of sorrow. You were panting and sobbing for you couldn't reach your release.

Neytiri took you by the waist so you sat on her face. You were shocked. "Don't be shy now, you were just getting off on my thigh.", she said. Almost to respond in anger, her tongue gazed over your swollen clit. Your eyes widen. She continued to slurp up your juices as if she was thirsty. Tears ran down your face. You tapped her on the cheek begging her to slow down.

"Can't believe they haven't taken care of You!", she exclaimed before pushing her tongue inside of you. Instantly, you broke. Squeals and moans with the sounds of juices filled the hut. You unconsciously grinded on her face. Attempting to get up, she pulled you back. "Stop running away, baby. You need this.", she said before continuing to overstimulated your sensitive pussy. Neytiri's tongue reached your g-spot and without Warning, you came all around her face.

You were breathing heavily as she placed you on her hammock kissing your head before joining you. "Neytiri, what are we now?", you said trying to control your breathing. "Anything you decide we are. ", she said before drifting in deep sleep.

[awoogayanderes]

OUR HEARTS ARE NEVER MEANT TO BE

➪ pairing : unrequited akutagawa x reader, implied relationship with dazai and reader

➪ sypnosis : akutagawa knows the line he’s not supposed to cross, but it’s difficult when you’re so kind

➪ other notes : just imagine being the sweet s/o of the infamous dazai only for his subordinate to look up at you when you’re the first person to show him love, ALSO AKU IS OOC !!! even tho i love this boy he’s so hard to write for

he knows it’s wrong to look at you like this. he knows that that you will never be with him. so why does his heart beat faster when he’s with you ? why does he feel calmer when you’re with him on a mission ? why does he feel like this at all, especially for his mentor’s partner…

maybe it was your sweet temper despite his initial behavior towards you. he wanted to loathe you, he wanted to hate you, why did you have dazai’s approval and he didn’t ? yet part of him knew that he couldn’t just despise you, but why ? he asked himself that question for months when you were always kind to him.

he didn’t know how you ended up in the mafia, wondering how other mafiosos didn’t eat you up like stray dogs and a piece of meat. but he did find out you were a skilled swordsman, quick on your feet as you glided to kill. the battlefield was your playground, now realizing why you were a force to be reckoned with.

you weren’t just kind to him because you pitied him, you were kind to everyone, even giving your enemies a painless death. coincidentally that’s what also caught dazai’s attention. like mentor like subordinate, you could say, not that akutagawa had someone else to take after with mimic behavior.

over several months you got to know akutagawa, familiarizing yourself with the boy. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel bad for everything he’s already gone through. maybe that’s why you took after him when dazai wasn’t around, though you’d never say that out loud.

now both of you were on a small hill watching as the sun slowly set on yokohama. you were sitting on the ground, your knees close to your chest as akutagawa stood behind you leaning next to a tree, coughing into his hand a few times. it was quiet, a comfortable silence that helped both of you bond in an odd way.

“isn’t it beautiful,” you suddenly said, snapping akutagawa out of his thoughts. he shortly hummed, not giving a conclusive answer. “come sit next to me,” you said, patting the spot next to you on the grass, turning around to look at him, softly smiling. he hesitated but softly sighed and sat down next to you.

it was comical how two dangerous mafiosos were now sitting on a hill watching the sunset like old friends. akutagawa sat stiffly, looking ahead as the sky bursts with colors. “ryūnosuke,” you say, akutagawa’s face heating up as you use his first name, something he entrusted to you not long ago.

“why did you join the mafia,” you ask curiously. you knew why, your boyfriend told you but you wanted the perspective of the boy next to you. “to become stronger,” he bluntly said. “even though you’re under someone’s wings?” he stiffens up at that statement, staying silent.

“ryū,” you say, a nickname you gave him the same day he introduced his first name to you. he looks at you, feeling his eyes soften. “you’re going to have to make your own decisions one day, whether you like it or not,” your words have some heft to them despite your voice remaining soft, even softer than usual.

he doesn’t know what to say. instead he just looks at you, soaking in your appearance. “osamu would kill you if he saw this,” you say chuckling and akutagawa can’t help but feel his eye twitch as you say dazai’s first name with such sweetness. but your words start sinking in. he knows you know what he thinks. was he this obvious or were you just very observant ?

“you do know we’re not meant to be right,” you continue the one sided conversation, looking at the boy next to you as he continues to stare at you. “i knew that already, i won’t try anything,” he speaks for the first time in a while. you softly smile at him. with that, the conversation concludes with both of you silently watching as the colors slowly fade away as the moon rises.

this situation is almost comforting to him, knowing that his overthinking was shut down. your gentle rejection spared him humiliation, both of you knowing that you’re never meant to be together. instead, you’ll continue your kindness as he absorbs it like a sponge. such a bittersweet moment, isn’t it ?

[shinjisdone]

Let's try something new! How about a Yandere Canute from Vinland saga I love how you write Thorfinn and I wanna know how you write for other characters amd Canute is perfect for that! Specifically Canute in s2 thank you!

aaaaaaah that would be so interesting, especially S2 Canute! I hope I can deliver! Since there was no specified letter, I chose some.

Slight spoilers for S2!

@luopenis , @jinsecho , @mitsureigen , @theknightssecrets

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? - King Canute

A true dilemma for the king who loathes fighting. Canute founded his entire purpose as king for the sake of love, for paradise on earth. To conquer to rule with love and bring peace that no one has ever experienced before. He poisons peers and family alike but punishes does that mistreat the innocent in the pursue of his conquest. He tricks people, pushing them into a corner until they give up what he needs to further his prupose.

And then you come along.

Blood is a sight he despises and leaves him shaking. He believes he only takes lifes when it is necessary, when someone truly refuses to lower their blade when he gives them the choice. But you...you are an exception and Canute hates that he acknowledges it so.

Blood shall be spilled when your life is in danger. It us utter hypocrisy for your life is equal to any other - but not in Canute's eyes. It is easy to command an order to kill someone who threatens you - after all, murder is sin and a crime. Protecting you himself might put him in a tough spot as king but if the situation calls for it, he shall raise the blade he despises and cut and cut and cut through any flesh so that yours remains intact.

A part of him hates himself at how easily he can fall into the hatred at just the sight of you harmed...but no matter how many times he ponders about, how many times he discusses with the ghost of his father, Canute knows one thing: That he cannot let you die.

The one selfish thing he wants to do is to have you by his side forever at least.

Shedding blood for protection and conquest is excusable...but it becomes difficult when Canute wishes for someone to be gone when they are harmless but still come close to you. He cannot allow himself to have a possible suitor or rival (to a king? Pah!) be killed, no matter how much he wishes for their visage to be gone from this earth. After all, suspicion may rise and people might believe you to be cursed (if you're a woman, perhaps even a witch) and Canute cannot protect you from that.

If here were to give orders for no one to bother you when you are of no important position, that may be suspicious as well.

All he can do is subtly form a plan to have these possible rivals stay the hell away from you. Reposition them so they won't interact with you, place grueling tasks that sends them away to the sea for several months, etc, etc...

He can spill the blood of those who want to be his enemy, who want to be your enemy...but allies are something he cannot cut short both for wanting to keep his reputation and his goal intact.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Absolutely.

Canute in general hides parts of himself; He lies to have people be complacant to him, he lies as he poisons his brother and he lies to sons so he can go and take over their father's land.

It does not mean Canute does not feel a thing to these people as he lies and deceives. There's regret and awareness but he pushes it all aside because this is expected of a king. They lie and deceive, break hearts and promises for utopia.

So, regrettably, he must also lie to you.

But it is so tempting to share the truth with you.

The only one who understands him is the ghost of his father. And all he spills are insults and haughty laughter.

You, you are different. You understand love, you felt love, you do love...perhaps even him. He dearly hopes so.

So when you two are alone there is always this hesitation, this overwhelming feeling of wanting to be selfish. To simply fall into your lap and spill every truth, every secret and have you understand. Let himself be the shy, coward Canute he used to be for just a fraction of a moment.

And then...he stands there, in front of you, as your king; But his arms rise to your shoulders and he has the urge to embrace you and shower you in the affection he hides so desperately inside his heart. They boil up like hot water in a kettle.

Canute stands there, hesitating. Eyes blown wide and this wise and expectant gaze gone. He doesn't know what to do and simply let himself be guided by his emotions up to this point. Will you allow him to be indulged in your embrace and show him the love he fights and kills for? Will you give him the one thing he has never received by anyone but Ragnar?

It is selfish but he wishes to be a hypocrite, to be a sinful, awful human being here in this moment with you and simply let you everything know he has ever done and have you understand. Let you know everything he feels for you, no matter how unsettling and have you understand. Be his paradise on earth for this single moment, right here, right now, please.

[all-the-fun-of-the-cirkus]

okay, so.

waltz.

rarely have i watched an episode and immediately come here to talk about, but i have a lot of thoughts i need to get out

so firstly, the title. obviously a callback to duet from the first series (still the best single chunk of star trek i've seen yet). that one was a two-hander between kira and marritza, the former already having condemned the cardassian and the latter struggling to work through what he did in the occupation, and this is the same with sisko and dukat. except marritza felt genuine remorse, accepted he was wrong, and that's what dukat can never do

he's awful, i know, but he's a fantastic character, because he is a character. he has a sense of humour, soft spots, humanising (so to speak) moments, he's a real, fleshed out person, who just happens to be, as sisko says, true evil. and that works because he truly, genuinely believes he isn't. and what's more, he needs everyone to see that too. we saw that with his relationship with kira, his banter with sisko, his constant bemoaning that the bajorans didn't accept him, it wasn't just posturing, or pr, he genuinely needs to be liked, and he can't understand why people don't, because as far as he's concerned, as people so often point out, he's the hero of the story in his own mind, and he can't be wrong

that's played out superbly in his hallucinations here; weyoun is his cold and clinical side, dumar his arrogance and pride, kira his doubt and self-loathing, and they criticise and needle him throughout, but in the end, crucially, they're all telling him the exact same thing - what he really thinks

and what he wants to hear is that he's the good guy, which is where the political metaphor gets interesting. this whole time i've interpreted the occupation of bajor as a holocaust allegory, obviously, the cardassians are the nazis, bajorans jews. and that is of course a big part of it, but the connection i didn't make until now is the british empire

dukat's big speech is fully "white man's burden," the bajorans as savages centuries behind cardassia, following backwards religion, no technology, who clearly needed civilising by their superiors, bringing into the light, and dukat was the kind father helping guide them into the light. and he really believes it's for the best! he tells himself he doesn't despise them, that he doesn't want to wipe them off the face of the galaxy, it's their fault for being too stupid to appreciate him, to see what he's trying to do for them, how he only wants to help them if they'd only stop resisting and submit to those who know better than they do

part of this is that he insists that he's "one of the good ones," that another prefect would have been harsher, crueler. and this is where it gets interesting, because he's probably right. a leader who didn't care about being liked might have killed more bajorans, worked them harder, starved them more, executed them more. dukat may, indeed, have been the lesser of the evils, and that's not really in dispute. what's really compelling about this is that the story never lets this be an excuse. so death rates dropped by 20%? that's great! why didn't they drop by 100%? so labour camp output dropped by 50%? cool, you were still keeping people in labour camps and enslaving them

and i find that uncomfortably compelling in the current climate. i'm not american, but i see full well what's going on there, and it disgusts me. because there's several genocides going on right now, and i'm going to focus on palestine, because the democrats are gleefully funding that genocide and protecting its perpetrators from any repercussions, brutally coming down on any protests. and when people understandably say "hey what the fuck," they remember there's an election this year and go "well is the republicans were in power this genocide would be way worse! you gotta pick the lesser of two evils!" and you know what? they're right! the genocide would probably worse if the republicans were in power! but the democrats committing a less-bad genocide doesn't mean they aren't still committing genocide! because the lesser of two evils is still evil, and sometimes there's no shade of grey

[noforkingclue]

Her Blood Soaked Hands Chapter 1 (River Cartwright x OC)

Summary :

Naomi Heart

MI5 assassin (although really that word is just so outdated). Taverner blackmailed her into joining The Service or face prison time for a crime that she may, or may not have, done. Naomi hates having to work under Taverner but has even less desire to go to prison. Really she can see only way for her to get back her life-

Somehow make it into Slough House.

And she knows just the person to help her achieve this.

Author's Note: I wanted to go along a different route and make an OC that's a bit more... stabby than my other girls. Hope you enjoy this :)

Warnings: cannon typical violence, death (lots of death...)

Slow Horses tag list: @cillmequick

There weren’t many things that Duffy despised. Oh there were plenty of things that he hated but to loathe with a burning passion (not that he used that word too often) was far, far rarer.

Cartwright definitely made that list. An over arrogant cunt who never should’ve been made a spy in the first place. He believed that he had earned his spot due to the talents of his grandfather and not the limited ones of his own.

Taverner was next. Far too devious and would probably happily stab her own family in the back if it meant she could become First Desk. Duffy knew that she also despised, and distrusted him, so at least the feeling was mutual. Still, Duffy wanted to keep his job and Taverner was probably already plotting a way to get rid of him.

Then there was the general public. Well, specifically the public who somehow managed to get mixed up The Park’s business one way or another. They’d seen something that they shouldn’t and become snivelling wrecks. Oh well, at least the woman he was interviewing now was attractive enough to make this worthwhile.

“Ok,” he said as he led her away from the civilian emergency services, “let’s go through this one last time.”

“But I’ve already been through it with the police.” she said, a fresh set of tears pouring down her face

“Yeah, well, I need to hear it.”

“O… ok,” she sniffed once more before taking a deep breath, “I was hired to do some house sitting for the Jones’. I arrived slightly early so they could let me in-”

She cut herself off. By now Duffy and her were a suitable distance from the rest of the civilians. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She looked down at the ground and swallowed thickly. For a moment Duffy thought she was going to throw up.

“And?” Duffy said

When she looked back up any grief in her eyes and gone. She smiled widely and said,

“Well then Nick, the next thing I did was to shoot them all in the head.”

And then there was Taverner’s pet psychopath. Duffy pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. She just continued to smile and he said,

“I thought you only had one target.”

“Well you know how it is…”

“No I don’t.”

“Don’t you?” her voice lowered, “It’s not like you haven’t killed people before.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“It just is. You know I’m going to have to report this.”

“Oh good,” her smile widened which, although he would never say this, unnerved Duffy, “I do hope so.”

“Excuse me? Are you finished with your interview? We’re going to have to treat her for shock.”

Immediately the mask slipped back onto her face and she was led back towards the ambulance. Duffy shook his head as he watched her leave with the medics. They really had no idea who they were dealing with, did they?

Civilians.

*

Diana Taverner looked out of the glass wall of her office and surveyed her empire below her. She knew that technically it wasn’t fully hers just yet but that was just a formality. She liked it when The Park was like this. Only the night shift on duty, no major catastrophes to remedy or create. Only the quiet hush that-

Was interrupted by the drumming of fingers.

Diana looked in the reflection of the glass at the young woman lounging on the leather sofa. She glanced over at Diana and raised her eyebrows. Neither of them spoke, not wanting to be the first to shatter the peace. Eventually the younger woman sighed and said,

“Is this going to take much longer?”

Diana smirked. Another battle won. She didn’t immediately reply, continuing to observe those below her. The other woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“I didn’t realise you had anywhere else to be.”

Her eyes snapped open and she glanced over at Diana.

“I do have a life outside of here.”

“Hmm.”

She narrowed her eyes at Diana’s response. Diana turned on her heel and walked towards her desk. She sat down and picked up Duffy’s report. She read through it again before looking at her over the top of it. She wondered how many times Duffy had to redraft and edit it in order to make it professionally suitable.

“How many this time, Heart?” she asked

“Why? Didn’t Duffy remember to include it in his report.”

“I want to hear your side of things.”

“Makes a change.”

“And you’d do well to remember who is in charge.”

“I remember. Dame Ingrid Tearney, right?”

Taverner’s gaze hardened for a second before a cold smile appeared on her face. She clicked her fingers and pointed to the seat opposite her. Heart didn’t move immediately but one pointed look for Taverner made her sigh and move. She collapsed into the chair and Taverner said,

“I gave you one target.”

“You did.”

“So tell me, Naomi, why are we dealing with three dead bodies.”

Naomi bit her lip and rocked back in her chair. She looked up at the ceiling and said,

“They were paedophiles?”

“Were they?”

“Would that make things better or worse if they were?” Naomi rocked forwards and rested her elbows on Taverner’s desk

“We could work with that.”

“Then no, they weren’t. They just,” she shrugged, “got in the way.”

“You know,” Taverner’s gaze flicked back to the report, “Duffy called you a liability.”

“Did he?” Naomi said in amusement

“Among other things. None of which are overly flattering.”

“Really? Did he put that down in his report?”

“He’s suggesting that you should be terminated.”

“Literally or figuratively?”

“That,” Taverner ignored Naomi’s comment, “you shouldn’t be here.”

“And what do you think.”

Naomi and Taverner locked gazes. Taverner put down the report and leant back in her seat. She steepled her fingers and said,

“That, for the meantime, you’re useful.”

“What a relief. I would hate to be a burden.”

A brief smile flashed across Taverner’s face. Naomi looked out of the window, doing the same as Taverner earlier. The Park really was at its best like this.

“So what’s going to happen now?” Naomi asked, “I’m assuming that there’ll be an investigation.”

“No need to waste time and resources on that.”

Naomi looked over at Taverner sharply. She raised her eyebrows at Naomi before turning her attention towards her computer.

“I thought-” Naomi started

“Yes?”

Taverner’s gaze locked with Noami’s and she felt her cheeks get hot under her stare.

“Nothing.”

“If you have something to say, please, feel free.”

Free.

Naomi was anything but free. Taverner had sunk her claws so deep into her that it was almost impossible for her to see a way out.

“No,” Naomi said quietly, “no comment.”

“Good.”

“I’ll be heading off then.”

“I’ll have some more work for you tomorrow.”

“It’s a Saturday,” Naomi said, “don’t I get time off?”

“Not this Saturday. Now don’t let me detain you from your very busy personal life.”

Naomi bit her tongue as she left Taverner’s office. She was used to having the upper hand in these types of situations. Diana Taverner did nothing but bring a sense of uneasiness with every conversation. She sighed as she made her way through The Park’s corridors. Hushed whispers followed her but by now she had become used to them. Her line of work was a lonely one. Others tended to avoid people like her. Even those in the same line of work didn’t talk much. Just the odd ‘hello’ here and there but apart from that, nothing.

Naomi sighed and rested against the railing as she looked down on the people below. She could feel the stares but continued to ignore them. Diana fucking Taverner. This was all her fault. Naomi had a good life before Lady Di pushed her way into it. A good job, a nice house, things that mattered. But now Taverner had her exactly where she wanted Naomi- at her beck and call.

It wasn’t as though Naomi hadn’t tried her damnedest to get out from under Taverner. Every little trick in the book she had tried and Taverner had always managed to find a way to drag her back. Really, Naomi should’ve been expecting something like this. You didn’t become Second Desk without being unhand. Maybe Taverner was grooming her to become some sort of replacement? Doubtful. Even the mere thought made Naomi wrinkle her nose.

Oh she had no desire to go to prison, not at all, but she didn’t want to be chained up here for the rest of her career.

“Did you hear about what happened the other day?”

Naomi perked up at the possibility of hearing some gossip. Gossip was a valuable form of currency at The Park. Rumours, true or not, could easily destroy someone. Always a useful weapon to have and Naomi was constantly looking for ways to upgrade her arsenal

“Was this about those fucking Slow Horses?” the second agent said as they passed by Naomi in a hurry

Well then, why didn’t she think about them earlier?

*

It had been another rough day for River. Then again, those days were becoming more and more frequent. The bad always outweighed the good in Slough House. Jackson Lamb had the uncanny ability to suck any joy out of someone's day. In the end it was just to give up.

“Excuse me, is this spot taken?” a woman said

River shook his head but didn’t bother looking over. After all, she was just going to be waiting for someone else. No one ever went looking for a Slow Horse. How long had it been since he had gone on a date? It was hard enough to get a date when working at The Park but being in Slough House just sucked every bit of energy from River. It was why he was spending his Friday night drinking alone in a bar. Always a good sign for his future.

“You’re River Cartwright.”

Now this caught River’s attention. River finally looked over at the woman who stood next to him at the bar. She smiled at him but there was a hint of… something behind it. He had seen that look before on Taverner and on Lamb. It didn’t suit someone so young and so attractive. River tried to take another sip of his pint but ended up missing his mouth and spilling part of it down his shirt.

Estuary accent. Nothing particularly remarkable although it sounded ever so slightly forced. He narrowed his eyes as he took another sip of his pint, this time the alcohol actually going into his mouth. 

“You’re in Slough House.”

So, she was definitely Service. He winced at her statement causing a flash of amusement to cross her face. It was an automatic reaction, one that he was trying (and failing) to break. Her smile widened as she edged closer. Fuck, when was the last time he had someone this close to him who wasn’t trying to kill him? However, the disarming smile and dangerous glint in her eyes was enough for River to second guess that latter bit.

“You are.” she said quietly, her breath fanning faintly across his cheek

“It’s not exactly a secret,” muttered River, “if you work where I think you work.”

She cocked her head to the side as she studied him intently.

“You want out of there.” she said bluntly

“Who doesn’t?”

River put his pint down, slightly harsher than intended. Some more of his overpriced pint sloshed out and he tried not to think about what a waste of money that was.

“Who the fuck are you and why do you give a fuck about Slough House.”

“You want out,” the mystery woman repeated, “and I want in. Maybe we can help each other out.”

[rebelbyrdie]

2024 Ficlet Day

Time to empty out my drafts folder and inflict little random plot bunnies on everyone.

Ficlet 1

A Cross-Over Ficlet that No One Asked For:

Once Upon The Boys- The SwanQueen Gambit

I have no explanation, only an image. Superhero Emma and Supervillain Emma...a Vaught Enemies to Lovers production.

Heroes without something or someone to fight are just people in silly costumes.

So for Vaught to sell heroes, they had to create villains.

No one made villains like Mr. Gold. He was the original, after all. He had "died" in a pyrotechnic and blood soaked battle with The Seven years ago. Now he worked at Vaught's lesser known subsidiary. The Storybrooke Institute.

There was a saying in the Supe Community. God's go to Godolkien. Devils go to Storybrooke.

"We have to talk."

Cora Mills, AKA Heart Crusher, had dissapeared from the Supe scene years ago under "mysterious circumstances". Which in Storybrooke meant, she'd been promoted.

"This new angle." She held shook her sleek black tablet at him. "Is awful. I know they've been pushing for more accesible and bleeding heart stories but this is ridiculous."

Cora walked into his office like she owned it. She might one day. She was cut throat and liked, no loved, power. Her powers of mind control, telekinesis, and memory manipulation made her more deadly in the boardroom than she'd ever been in a fight. She poured herself a glass of his best brandy and sat on his plush couch.

"If Mary Margaret Nolan had two braincells left in her pretty head she'd be throwing a fit."

Lady White, a paragon of all things good, had been Cora's professional rival for their entire career. Personally, the two women were oil and water. Everyone, supe and normals alike, knee that the women despised eachother.

Which was exactly why their daughters were being pitted against each other.

"Regina has worked hard to establish herself. She has the skills, the looks and is holding down amazing numbers with the 18 to 45 male demographic. Why would she swear revenge on a GodU dropout with nothing but her parent's legacy to stand on. Swan has done nothing and is not on anyone's radar. Just because that idiot huband of hers-"

Cora never called David "Charmer" Nolan by name. She loathed then so much , she refused.

Cora jabbed her finger on her tablet. It flickered on to reveal a picture of Charmer, Lady White and their daughter The Swan in front of Vaught Tower.

"-wants their daughter to take a place on the 7's roster so they can finally retire."

Gold tuned Cora out for a moment. She was right. It was a weak story. The idea of two supe women fighting over the affection of one unimpressive human man was laughable. Still, it would keep eyes on screens and money rolling in.

Beside, Vaught needed all the good press it could get.

"-and instead of bringing her in to kill or capture them or whatever, they're going with a fight over some man?"

He scrolled through the pictures and the art mock up Vaught had sent over.

Swan's angel like wings, golden curls and white power orbs were stereotypically striking against Regina's dark motif and fire powers.

"They actually want to add evil to her name. The Evil Queen? We'll get our asses sued into ground. Disney will have a field day!"

Gold steepled his fingers and thought for a moment. He'd known about this for weeks. He had a counter offer, but wasn't sure if it was a safe bet. Since Cora was already incenced, maybe he could get her on his side.

Gold didn't want to be sidelined at Storybrooke forever. If he could get one of his Supes a redemption story and a spot on the 7 though? He'd be in a corner office at Vaught the next day.

"Well."

Cora's thirst for power and popularity, even by proxy. Was her weakness. He could, and often had, used it against her.

"There is another option I've been toying with. An interesting pitch if you will."

Cora lowered at him.

"Go on, Imp."

His old supe name. He hadn't answered to it in years. No one but her would call him that to his face.

"What if-"

[chaos-monkeyy]

For the Mateform/Bond/Shardblade game,

Venli, Moash, Szeth and/or

Amaram, Gavilar, Sadeas

oh wow, the gloves are coming off right from the start I see 🤣 tough calls 👀

okay, for the first set...

Mateform: ...I should say I'm surprising myself by going with Moash here, but I'd be lying. I don't like him, I would also like to stab him, but yeah I would still fuck him first anyway. (and I couldn't put the other two here, Venli's just Not Into That, and I'm just Not Into Szeth 😂)

Bond: Venli!! She's just so interesting. She could be my shoulder-angel+devil all rolled into one irritable spren and we'd make the most terrible decisions for 'good reasons at the time' together 🥰

Shardblade: Szeth, I know the fandom will disown me for it but like... dude killed a Lot of People, his existence was (is?) pure torment, and I mean how fuckin' bad-ass would I be on Roshar if I took down the Assassin in White by besting him in a Shardblade fight 😎

-the second set-

(and may I say oh you are EVIL I fucking loathe all three of these assholes askjsdkgf)

Mateform: ughh alright fine, Amaram is gonna have to take the Fuck spot. Man has literally nothing else going for him aside from being stupidly pretty pre-transformation, and ...well. Let's just say I wouldn't be averse to making this choice post-creepy-monster-transformation either (minus the whole arrows and dying part tho pls 😬)

Bond: I hate Sadeas. I hate him so much. The only thing saving him from my Blade right now is that he's pretty good at understanding people and I am not, so like... maybe he'd be useful as my spren, and maybe he wouldn't be such a complete bastard if he was actually a spren?? (yes I am reaching here 🤣🙈)

Shardblade: fuck you, Gavilar. Fuck. You. every prologue makes me despise you MORE 😤🗡

[arobinwithoutbatman]

((Welp, teh job search has destroyed my soul so hopefully Knightfall won't hit me too hard. We did the Prelude... forever ago time to start things for real.))

...Mad Hatter has a pet chimp? ...okaaaaayyyyyy

Oh and Hatter knows he's being watched cause he's still intelligent under his delusion so yup, Bane's lackeys are getting tracked now I guess

Does brainwashing and other forms of mind control generally work like that? Probably not. Does it still make Hatter creepy as fuck because he does in fact know how the brain works? Yes. I hate him.

Tim in a fight with a chimp. This is fine

Cool that's Hatter dealt with

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Maxie Zeus... don't know that name... and ventriloquist missing Scarface this is... mkay

And someone called Amygdala... *Jesus you're huge*

Tim very unhappy with the dead body by Bane's apartment

-Inhale... Exhale...- I'm all for showing grace to the neurodivergent and mentally ill but for the love of God, these specific people are in fact very dangerous because they kill with intent to do so

Oh! Oh Tim spotted a falcon! He knows that's a problem!

Okay but that face tho. You good, Tim? Looking a little maniacal there

Oh wonderful, Zsaz is being dealt with next issue

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Oh. *Oh i hate him* Loathe. Utterly despise.

Jesus Bruce is super jumpy. Understandably so but don't strangle Tim, fuck!

Cool Gordon's job is on the line but then again, this Mayor sucks

Okay I would like to never see Zsaz again, he's horrible no thanks please stop existing

And uhhhh Bruce isn't doing too well. Which is a shame cause obviously I know this ends with Bruce getting his back broken

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Bruce is still not doing well and Tim is still following Bane and tyring to tell Bruce this

Oooohhhhh no, TIM BEHIND YOU

Okay unharmed but blindfolded and bound. Not a great situation but could be sooooo much worse

Yeha good job Tim make the guy mad! You can't see, how are you supposed to land on that tiny ledge safely?!

Aaaaaand now Croc's here and he's pissed but at least he can see now

Cool, drowning in a sewer this is fine!

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Okay Tim's gotten himself out of his problem

Aaaaand Joker's partnering up with someone

Oh and Bruce's therapist is starting to get too close. That's not good, lady, you know that

Cornelius Stirk. New name. And he apparently has a hypnosis thing going on and something about historical figures? And also who Joker visited earlier

Oh okay Gordon's job and life are in danger and Joker and Scarecrow are talking and I hate everything about this

Cool Gordon's wife still hates Batman and the mayor is getting spooked and Scarecrow and Joker teaming up is The Worst, keep them well apart in the future thanks

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Oh wonderful, no guards, Gordon's getting blamed for everything and Firefly is out and about and the fire service has been cancelled and are probably gonna strike!

Oh for the love of- Tim knows how weak you are rn! He's not blind or stupid!

Good! Split the work! Let Tim help! Jesus fucking Christ. I'd alos say take a break but Gotham is about to completely collapse and there's still Bane to worry about

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Well that cover implies that Poison Ivy is showing up

Oh good, Azrael's out and about *without telling anyone*

Bane has immediately figured out Bruce too... shit

So now everyone's figured out that the Mayor is missing and have gone to find it and that it's clearly the Joker behind this. Haven't figured out Scarecrow yet

Cool, Ivy's dealt with

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Welp, Riddler is back on his bullshit

Oh and Firefly is still being a prick

"Your problems don't matter. You don't matter." And that's exactly why *you're in the middle of burnout you utter baffoon!*

I really hate that one detective who's always smoking and eating donuts rather than doing anything helpful

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Oh I *do not* like this cover

Cool, explosive ice cream, why not

And Bruce walked right into a trap and now he's been dosed with fear toxin and is seeing Jason dying

"Just a boy good at heart, more brave than a man... too brave to become a man. Just a boy, his parents felled in blood, his own life ripped and torn from the world he protected. Just a boy but never to breathe, speak or move again. Just a boy, but far too brave to face the stark lurid madness of a grinning killer. Just a boy-dead- but to his killer nothing more than a sick joke! Just a boy but forever gone." Bruce's thoughts and the entire time he's screaming Jason's name while punching the beating the absolute shit out of Joker.

So Joker and Scarecrow are escaping and then Bruce has hte Mayor... please get a better Mayor, this guy was an ass

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Cool, got the Mayor out and he might actually be okay with Batman's existence now

Aaaaannndddd Bane's people are attacking Batman. Cool. Great. Awesome

OH

OH HE DID *NOT*

FUCK YOU, I DON'T CARE IF YOU DIDN'T KILL HIM, YOU DON'T TOUCH ALFRED

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Yup there it is. Thrown all over his Manor and Cave and his back broken and that's volume 1 done... fuuuuuucccckkk... I'm gonna chill for a couple more hours and head back home adn then get through volume 2 tomorrow

[celticbarb]

#BookReview #ComingSoon #ScottishHistorical #DragonbladePublishing

Book:’’ The Swan Laird ” formerly ‘’The Swan Maiden”

Author: Susan King

Series: Celtic Hearts, Book #3

Release Date: April 26, 2024

Publisher: Dragonblade

Length: 312 Pages

Overall Rating: 5/5 Stars

Blog Rating: 5/5 Saltire Flags

This is the third book and the conclusion of the Celtic Hearts series. It is another revised edition originally titled “The Swan Maiden.” The hero is Sir Gawain the Knight, not the goshawk, who was last seen in “The Hawk Laird” but like the previous two books the author has upgraded and rewritten.

Scotland, 1300-1306

Sir Gawain Avenel makes sure no one knows he is really Scottish born and birth name was Gabhan MacDuff, as his Scottish Laird father and Grandfather were killed by the English. They burned down their castle, his mother and he escaped to her homeland in England, changed his name, was not allowed to speak gaelic, and he could no longer wear his plaid either and had to wear English clothes. His mother eventually met his loving step-father Sir Henry Avenel, now Gawain had three step-brothers, eventually his mother and his step-father had two twin daughters. If his Scottish origins were discovered it could easily put his very life in danger and his entire English family would be accused of being traitors! He pledged himself to the Hammer of the Scots, King Edward the I of England and became a Knight especially having a step-father who was so very respected and well connected among the English nobility. The King is now testing Gawain to see if he will be loyal or betray him again!

Although trouble seems to find Gawain where he had spent some time in an English prison for running with rebel Scot’s and helping James Lindsay and his wife. He had a soft spot for the Scots; he had a lot of guilt as it cost his English family some problems and tragedy. He had also saved a young girl who was Juliana Lindsay-from drowning some six years ago while trying to escape the English who were pursuing her. Somehow all the swans in her loch seemed to protect her, he had named her the Swan Maiden and she named him the Swan Laird. She would not see him until six years later under very different circumstances.

Six years later the King wants to humiliate Juliana Lindsay and eat one of her favorite Swans cobs she named Artan! All the men at this feist try to make a fool of her to make her an example to force her to obey King Edward, except it only makes her despise all these Sasseanchs even more with a passion! The cruel sheriff Sir Walter de Soulis had arrested her and her little brothers as rebels from The Abbot who was their Guardian. They had her in a dungeon and now in golden chains and dressed like a swan. It was Gawain who was kind to her and her swan cobb trying to protect her against the men who were unkind and trying to humiliate her!

Gawain is shocked when the King orders him to marry this bonny lass! Juliane is even more beautiful than she was six years ago although she looks at him with such hatred! He would be bringing her back to Scotland to her castle at Elladoune though eventually there will be a garrison something Juliana will loathe and they want her to sign an oath of loyalty to the KIng. Gawain wants a real marriage and Juliana just wants to escape plus they both carry secrets not trusting each other. Will they ever trust each other and be able to escape people that want to hurt them both and discover love? Read and find out.

Susan King has been one of my go-to-authors for close to thirty years! I think I have read every book she has written. She does amazing research on all of her stories that is always so awe-inspiring and impressive. I seem to always learn something new in each of her books. In this book I learned a lot about swans in this book that I did not know and I found so fascinating. I loved the Arthurian names for the swans and our hero Sir Gawain too! I look forward to reading “The Scottish Bride” next coming in June in her new Highland Secrets series!

Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy and an advance reader copy from Dragonblade publishers. I voluntarily agreed to do a fair review and blog through netgalley. All thoughts, ideas and words are my own.

Celtic Hearts

Book 1 - The Hawk Laird

Book 2 - The Falcon Laird

Book 3 - The Swan Laird

Buy Links:

https://www.amazon.com/Swan-Laird-Medieval-Historical-Romance-ebook/dp/B0CZ7KWHMN

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-swan-laird-susan-king/1145381949?ean=9781963585414

[kunosoura]

I wish tolkien had been alive to see the Ralph bakshi lotr adaptation

[autumnfuzz]

Alysia and Ergi's beef with Sovieshu

We've seen Ergi plotting with Heinry against Sovieshu and seemingly having a dislike towards him. The reason is Alysia, his stepmother.

Alysia was one of the concubines of osislll (Sovieshu's slut father). She spotted osislll in a dance party and immediately fell attraction towards his beauty 😑 That woman was basically obsessed with him. Then she spots kid Sovieshu who was splitting image of his father, and she wanted to adore him too as he looked like the man she loves (read obsessed) but of course kid Sovieshu only looked at her in disgust cause she regularly tormented his mother.

Alysia and kid Sovieshu

When Sovieshu didn't return the affectionate feelings, she grew to despise him as he wore the face of the man she obsess loves but hates her with the eyes of the woman she loathes (Sovieshu got his eyes from his mother, it's kinda adorable ngl)

One day she spots Sovieshu comforting his crying mother, saying when becomes emperor he'll dispose of all the concubines including Alysia. This enraged her 🙄 and she immediately walks towards them, mocking the empress and threatening to replace Sovieshu as a crown prince by giving birth to an illegitimate child who'd later ascend the throne, implying Sovieshu's murder and replacing the current empress. She also tells the Empress "Children die easily" (why everyone in this story casually talks about killing children? Yikes)

Because of this threat Sovieshu accuses her of mixing abortive drugs in concubine Sophia's cookies (the favourite concubine of his slut father) and him consuming them accidentally (leaving Navier's name out of it, cause it'd have ruined her, this also makes me question his 180 character change later and @webtoon-newbie wrote a piece about it which I agree with). I can't even get angry cause that woman literally threatened his mom and him. His hoe father than kicks her out of the palace as he was bored of her. This is the woman ergi mentioned to Rashta.

Anyway she later gets kidnapped by pirates and Ergi's dad who was the king of Bluhovan , finds her and takes her to his kingdom. She looked like his ill wife and tries to pass her as the queen in front of the public, basically using her for his own gain. In turn she takes the throne herself (okay I respect her for that, and I wanted Navier to pull this revolution but alas) , later some problems arose and to avoid that, she sets the palace on fire and accidentally burns a side of her face. For some political reason, Ergi's dad didn't make him the crown prince rather makes his brother his successor and that's why ergi is a duke not a crown prince. (IMO he's not fit to be king, he's too much of a weasel ) He despised both his father and Alysia for that reason ( I can understand his anger for that.)

And when he visits Eastern empire, Rashta reminded her of Alysia and that's why he sabotaged her. But what I don't understand is, why was he plotting against Sovieshu? One might say that Sovieshu reminded Ergi of his father but he was plotting way before Rashta came into the picture.

Even if we agree for argument's sake that he did it cause Sovieshu reminded of him his father who replaced his mother with another woman, what makes him the judge of moral and character when he had none?

It's said that he discarded women after using them for his pleasure (🤮) and ruined their reputations. Not to mention he later marries Evely who was underage. Not only he's a massive psychotic hoe but also a pedo(🤮🤮). Who gave him the right to judge Sovieshu?

He later manipulates the DNA of Gloryem who was as actually Sovieshu's daughter, an innocent child that didn't deserve any of it. He also plots her kidnapping too. This guy is a literal walking human garbage (another one is osislll). He never feels remorse. Ever!

I f**king hate this piece of filth. No wonder he's bff with heinry. Water seeks its own level. In this case, sewer water would be apt comparison.

Sovieshu later paid for his crime, so did Rashta. But what I hate that neither ergi or heinry ever paid for their sins. They didn't even feel any sort of remorse.

As I said before, he had potential to be a better antagonist but turned out to be s*ht water instead. Ergi is way better in fanon than canon.

[nyan-koii]

The existent of tanjiro means that theres always his alter ego tanjiro in which in this essay i will share my recent thoughts of dark tanjiro (pressumably best said as demon tanjiro but no) and his shenanigans of what i think would be nice or love to see

Cw : grammar error lol, i proofread but stillll.... and i just write what i thought at the moment. Very ooc since i like it that way

In the case of following, tanjiro who has always been kind older brother, supports and helps everyone, tries to do his best and keeps a high ambition would be peculiar of sighting to this dark tanjiro who dwells in darkness, nihilistic and obviously rebellious to everyone.

Saying that he is equivalent to a demon is wrong. He's more to the combination of lonely giyuu + abbrasive sanemi. Plus a little bit of douma. wouldnt that be nice? I find it good that in every kindness, theres always a spot of hatred in our heart. Tanjiro has it

Scenarios of him running around in the butterfly estate, messing with the girls and interrupting shinobu with her experimemts and research to which she would throw him out. Hes playful like tengen but a harsh one. He once made one of the girls cry by saying how bad the rice balls taste (tanjiro would've kill him in spot) and he laughed upon the fat tears dripping on the floor. Aoi noticed this and scolded him to which he responded "it was just a joke!"

Dark tanjiro maintains a good relationship with kyojuro (he respected him obviously. He is way too strong for his own good!) and he oftens visit his estate. Senjuro would try to avoid him, the teasing and joking remarks from him made the poor boy uncomfortable and become more self conscious about himself. Obviously he wouldnt tell this to his brother, not when tanjiro eyes him like an eagle looking at its prey. Pathetic, with a scoff he thought.

He doesnt mess around with muichiro that much. Its not entertaining to piss off someone near your age, he thought. Maybe because he usually just spaces off but tanjiro hates him. He's..... painfully boring. If he could be described, he's blank like a white paint on a white canvas.

with everytime you walk pass through sanemi's estate, you can hear the sound of punching and grunting resonates through the air. Dont step in to stop them, its gonna be the cause of your death. They just wont stop

Giyuu. Giyuu. He doesnt have any words on him. Probably the same like muchiro but he liked the feeling of funeral whenever he's around him. Reminds him of his family.

Probably the reason why tanjiro could always be seen with mitsuri is because he probably would admire her huge chest as he smooth talks himself in the conversation. Mitsuri was oblivious as always, thinking that the boy is too friendly for his own good. She knew tanjiro is not himself but the boy is being very kind and nice to her. How could she deny it?

Like how he often gets into a fist fight with sanemi, both obanai and him always get into a quarrel everytime they cross their path. Be it about weather, swordmanship, kaburamaru, mitsuri or anything whatever that they have different opinions on, they'll quarrel. Its amusing at first but can be suffocating as time pass

Dark tanjiro despise gyomei. He envied him. He wanted to be him. He loathed him. He admired him. Gyomei is just, too good to be true. Well, in strengh obviously. Who would want to live a life where you cant see and need to rely on your hearings and other senses. Its annoying, having to deal with that kind of stuff. "You cant be perfect. Yeah.... no one is perfect," tanjiro laughed, his mind once again brought him to the image of gyomei sitting alone as if waiting for something to happen.

Tanjiro had a situation where he once accidentally (purposely) hit on one of uzui's wives. What was her name again? Suma was it? Yeah, she was flustered and taken aback by tanjiro's words she couldnt help but to cry in embarrasment. Tengen saw this and immediately knocked tanjiro until he fainted. The last thing he saw was a bloodied smirk and narrow eyes.

Putting up with tanjiro's behaviour is certainly not an easy job. He's playful, flirty, rebellious, a ticking time bomb and mysterious. It makes you think that you're in a game, his game and every step you choose determines his next move. Tanjiro would visit you every so often, be it night or day, occupied or free, he's there, waving to you with a smile "mind if i knock you up?" Does he have to put it in that way? Its very uncomfortable being with him but you cant simply push him away and you dont even know why. Maybe because you secretly enjoys his company. Could it be? You're so lonely everytime you wouldnt mind someone bothering you. But if tanjiro is crossing the line, you wont hesitate to send this boy back to the butterfly estate. "I want to kill you so bad tanjiro," "you cant cuz you'll miss me,"

[idrellegames]

Out of curiosity, why does the Count even want to kill Aeran? Wouldn't he be a good pawn/tool for manipulating and controlling the MC to do what he wants in the long term? Sort of like how Rhodarth feels compelled to obey up until now partly to protect his company.

Yes, Aeran could have been used as pawn. It would have been the smart thing to do. But the Count absolutely despises Aeran. Loathes him. There is something about him that he cannot stand.

The Count is accustomed to being in power, and that gives him a blind spot. From the moment he convinces or forces the MC to submit, he thinks he's won. He thinks he has the MC under his thumb. While keeping Aeran alive to use as a pawn (or at least not outright ordering his death immediately) would have been the intelligent move, he delights in making this process as painful for the MC as possible.

And that, ultimately, is his mistake... because he did not account for Rhodarth.