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nrm??? Iâm shit with acronyms⌠could you expand his name maybe a a tiny bit more???
okay so get this there's a chance he might wear the number twenty-nine. and furthermore there's a possibility his jersey may include a color some would call burgundy. some claim word of it being adorned with blue and silver as well. and the folks down the stream... near the tavern â not that tavern, the other â yes, they even hint at an inkling of him having ties with one sidcros. the nature of which is up to personal interpretation. allegedly.
#i don't know why i etched towards a dnd npc hinting at a quest at the end. my instincts#ANYWAY lol it's literally just personal beef. i use nrm because i love typing out his Full Government Name when speaking of him#but obviously dont want that to pop up in searches. because it is. again. personal one sided beef#(<- ex longterm coloradoan who upon escape decided to pray on every sport teams downfall)#so! nrm. :) nrm²⚠if i'm feeling fun and flirty#he's a lesser version of the peoples princess i understand this. but what am i if not one to live on the wild side.#kiers.txt#mail tag#also just generally dont think i fuck with how the franchise runs itself but thats a different discussion entirely#and a conversation i dont have enough cited info to start. source i saw it in a dream#source. God told me it to be true#the tone of this is also to be read as if im telling you hot goss btw. so the tone comes across correctly
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god gives his sharpest knives to his stabbiest soldiers
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my parents are such funny people in the deeply insidious way that conservative parents always are. (i do not mean funny in an actual comedic sense, i mean it in an ironic / insulting one).
like ever since my stint in the hospital my mom has been fussing about making sure to keep my stress levels low because stress can affect blood pressure and how i need to take it easy at my job more. meanwhile while sheâs saying this sheâs - as always - loudly blasting her 48294884 deeply right-wing podcasts she tunes into religiously every single day and itâs like hmmmm. Have you not considered that maybe THESE and the shit they spout in them (and the rhetoric you and dad parrot in response) are perhaps a greater influence on my stress level than my job even at its worst
#the answer is no because the average conservative cares more about their conservatism than the people around them#our stark contrast in political views is known by my parents and weâve gotten into several fights over it because they like 2 push me ovr i#like my mom yelled at me for 20 mins straight once during that stupid fucking âhaitians are eating petsâ propaganda scare bc i told her i#didnât believe her and then googled it to prove it wasnât true. and she yelled at me for using google instead of taking her at her word#sorry now iâm thinking again about how when i was in the fucking er my parents were lecturing me on ensuring i dont get vaxxed there#like is your insane trumpie agenda that prominent to you? NOW ISNT THE TIME IâM AT RISK FOR HEART ATTACK & STROKE. IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM.#Customer service does get very stressful but being in this house is so much worse genuinely.#bri.txt#like how the hell am i supposed to exist normally with minimal stress when i can hear my parents consuming podcasts talking about how lgbt-#people should lose rights. or with their dinner time conversations abt whether p*lestine deserves to exist or be genocided. I hate it here#[censored the country name to keep it out of the tags bc they dont need my personal rant in there clogging it]#which is like. an actual thing theyve discussed and itâs like god i hope this house explodes with all of us in it genuinely shut the fuck u#like what the fuck is wrong with you how do you have this little compassion for people because of your stupid fucking conservative agendas#and you think my JOB is the main source of stress in my life? when iâm still at my parents consuming this shit daily? My job? You think so?#i feel insane being here i need out
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PAIRING: Sukuna/(Fem)Reader. WARNINGS: True Form!Sukuna, Pregnant!Reader, Heian Era Customs, Pregnancy, Mentions of Cannibalism, Sukuna being an asshole (what do you expect). WORD COUNT: 3,767. SUMMARY: Carrying the King's of Curses child, you knew wouldn't be easy, but you were more than happy to have a baby of your own. Even if said baby was growing rapidly while being the source of your bad back and changing appetite.
A/N: sukuna fluff is hard to come by in my opinion and so sorry if he's ooc but i wanted him like this. also, this is for lemon and ava, two of my favorite sukuna babes đ¤
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Wrist flicking out, you fanned yourself, eyes heavy with the sleep you had been fighting as you pursed your lips and eyed the blooming trees of the garden. Spring was rounding itself off, the scorching weather approaching you knew in weeks as you could only prepare yourself to be practically bedridden due to your âconditionâ. Youâd only arrived a year and a half prior, and you quickly realized you had not seen much of the palace still after taking a husband, be it due to the duties of a noble person who were bound to spend most their days inside and entertaining themselves another way.
You held back a snort, fanning yourself harder as you stopped and eyed a nearby bush full of bright fruit and as red as your husbandâs eyes.
âŚHusband.
In your youth, you supposed the daydreams of living in nobility were only achievable through luck. Or perhaps told through a fortune told from the Omikuji you required as a teen, taking the fortunes of âblessingâ and âmarriageâ with a grain of salt until you had grown into an adult and ran off to be elsewhere from the clutches on an arranged marriage. Into serving nobility, to becoming nobility wasnât necessarily on your list, your marriage by all means was an unlawful one. Forged from blood and flesh when you remembered instead of sipping sake in front of the Gods, your husband-to-be curled his fingers around your wrist and bit into your palm to instead partake in you.
You had been enamored by him since you first met him, eyes memorizing every inch of his unusual face before taking his thumb into your mouth when he smeared his own blood across your lips. It had sealed your fate that moment, your love and lust for him bursting forth like a raging inferno then and during the commutation of your marriage. Something that had finally taken into effect and was weighing down on you heavily.
One you supposed was the reason for the wariness when it came to serving you.
Cutting your eyes to the side and slightly behind you, you held the sigh in, your attendant keeping her eyes on the ground (perhaps watching your feet when you walked) as to shield her pensive expression from you, however you were not the unobservant type and focused on the knot between her eyebrows. Mai, your first and most loyal attendant, was never one to shy away from pestering over you, speaking her mind and filling in for advice whenever you needed it, so to see her quiet and on edge grated your nerves more than you liked to admit. She had been your first friend when you arrived, and you absolutely despised when she reverted back into the meek and submissive attendant she played whenever your husband was around, and it was enough to make you frown and worry if you had done something wrong.
You sighed loudly, snapping your fan shut and turning to the woman slowly, âYou look like you have something you want to say.â
Maiâs eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks, long and curled as her doe-like eyes rose to meet yours. She seemed to mull over your statement, before bowing her head in submission and speaking quietly, âPermission to speak?â
A smile graced your lips, softening your expression and nodding to her in return, âYou always have permission with me, Mai.â
And just like that, Maiâs entire attitude flipped at your nonchalance. Straightening herself up, she dropped the service act and eyed you with suspicion and wary, mixed in with tired disappointment at having to cater to your more⌠reckless wants. âItâs just that Lord Sukuna has told us to monitor you and keep you in the palace when heâs away. And youâve disobeyed that⌠again.â
Ah, there it was. With a scowl threatening to mar your face, you turned your back to her and began to pick through the strawberries in the bush you had been eyeing before, âIâm in the gardens. Thatâs still the palace⌠Is it not?â
âYes, but ââ
âThis one looks ripeâŚâ you cut her off, not necessarily wanting to hear her prattle on about how your husband made it horrifyingly clearly that you were to say inside at all times when he wasnât at the palace. Youâd heard it all before so many times it had been practically engraved into your skull with ink, and you were fed up with sitting on your knees inside away from the outside world and learning calligraphy constantly. Lips downturned you plopped a good-looking strawberry into your mouth, humming at the juice and tangy sweetness that exploded upon your taste buds, before your stomach gave an abrupt twist and a foot kicked out against your ribs. You winced and rubbed at your belly while the fruit suddenly tasted foul, and you swallowed with a grimace, âI hate how hungry I get nowadays, especially when I seem to crave more than just human food.â
Mai had been watching you like a hawk, leaning forward to intercept you whenever you reached for another fruit, âOh, let me get it for you ââ
âPlease, Mai, I can pick my own strawberries. You worry too much.â Batting her hand away, you plucked it, hiding it in your sleeve and turning to her with an exhausted smile as she took your fan from you.
âYes, My Lady. But please consider my words, we can keep you entertained in the palace.â You watched the lines on her face carefully, creased at her eyes and wrinkles forming at her forehead, and you could only wonder if your pregnancy had been the cause of her newly formed stress (partly, you knew you couldâve blamed it on your husband, his aggressive and aloof behavior all in one keeping most of the servants on the tips of their toes, but you quickly squashed it whenever you remembered she tended to you entirely).
Of course, you knew she was only doing her job, however her job was also giving you a severe case of claustrophobia being cooped up inside all the time. It wasnât like you were planning to ever leave the palaceâs premises either, just small strolls in the garden or spending time by the pond to cool off. Honestly, you had reason to believe she and your husband were just worrywarts (yet for the latter, you would keep that strictly to yourself).
You nodded your head in the direction you wanted to go, signaling Mai to walk beside you as you sighed and lowered your voice, âThe midwife told me exercise will helpâŚâ you caressed your palm over your protruding stomach, âThe baby is already huge and only seems to keep growing. A little sun helps me too, Mai⌠I canât stay cooped up forever.â
Mai took a few moments to respond, her shoulders relaxing and her voice regaining familiarity, âIâm only worried since the last time you fainted out here.â
Lips thinning outwards, you remembered it all too well. Not necessarily fainting, though you blamed it on the many layers you wore around the palace and how warm it was getting outside, but you remembered the aftermath and how your husband had all but slaughtered a few lowly servants in retaliation as to letting you out (and because of his temper). You had thought the gore wouldâve had you running, but youâd grown so used to him murdering someone whenever they slightly pissed him off you could only sigh at the thoughts. Of course, you knew Maiâs worry also came out of fear, however you werenât about to let him do anything to her. âI know, but I feel fine⌠Just swollen feet and my back aching every time I move.â
And the baby kicking at your body whenever something displeased him.
Mai sighed your name exasperatingly, dropping the formalities, âPlease, given your condition I think itâs best if you return to the palace.â
Irritation began to seep in your muscles, your baby moving in response to your emotions as your feet marched faster to walk. If you wanted to walk around the garden, you were allowed to, you would deal with your husband later if he found out. âWhat my husband doesnât know wonât hurt him⌠Just another stroll and we can go back in, Iâm getting tired anyways.â
âMy Lady â oh!â
Mai abruptly skidded to a halt, body bending quickly into a low enough bow for the towering sight of your husband appearing before you both. You spared her a quick glance, flickering back to your husband, Lord Sukuna, when you realized he wasnât the least bit concerned over her. He kept all four eyes on you, a challenging glare in them and you nearly wanted to laugh at the sight of two of his arms crossed and the other two planted on his hips. He looked every part of a disappointed husband â a father in the making, and you could already feel the talking your ear was going to get. Ah well, you could always feign falling asleep on him, that seemed to always make him softer.
Bending slightly into your own bow, he spoke, addressing Mai with a singular command, âLeave,â and you only returned back to your own height whenever you peeked that she was gone. You held back the groan at the pull your spine gave, wincing slightly at the shine of the sun before his large form eclipsed it as he finally moved close to you with no one in sight. The familiarity of his warmth and scent eased some of your irritability, wondering why he was back to early and ecstatic that he came to look for you once he couldnât find you.
You smiled up at him, rolling the strawberry around your fingers before gesturing with your head to the path you had been walking, âWalk with me?â
Sukuna was ever-so unwavering in his staring, watching you practically dawdle in your place with the worldâs most unamused expression, âWerenât you told to stay inside?â
You repressed a shudder at his rough voice as your skin prickled, another sigh leaving while your shoulders slumped; caught. âI might remember you telling me that.â He seemed to not be in the mood for your sweettalking.
A loud exhale made your smile turn sheepish. âYou piss me off.â
You knew that was coming, pulling out your hand from the sleeve to produce the strawberry from before, letting his eyes follow the way you rolled it into your palm, âBut youâre here now⌠Nothing could really happen now since I have you.â
Sukunaâs eyebrow furrowed, eyes narrowing inward before he scowled at you enough to let his upper lip slightly curve over his teeth, âChanging the subject wonât help you. Are you gonna walk back, or do I have to carry your ass and â"
In a bold move you silenced him, pressing the strawberry to his lips with two fingers and slightly pushing it forward in hopes he would eat it. His eyes couldnât narrow or glare any further, shooting from you to the fruit, and holding them there for a few moments and you wanted to giggle because it nearly looked like he pouting. Your husband never really ate human food, perhaps to humor you before he would spit it out and complain about the horrid taste it gave him, however there were a few times his interest would peak and want a bite of whatever you had in your hand â especially when said food seemed to satisfy you so much. You supposed it was his curiosity to understand you better, having a human in such close quarters and as a wife was perhaps as jarring as it was to have him as your husband.
Toying with him, you said, âIt gave me bad taste earlier⌠Want to try it?â
Sukunaâs lips twitched behind the fruit, a clear sign heâd indulge you that time and when you went to move your hand away from him, one of his hand snatched your wrist with a small squeeze. An unspoken word for you to leave your fingers on the fruit and indulge him. And you did so with coquettish blink, pressing the strawberry harder against his lips until they gave way and his teeth were biting into it with the juice from inside sliding down your fingers as he slowly and sensually ate the strawberry from your fingertips. It didnât help that he kept his eyes on your own the whole time, your cheeks burning as you never were able to get used to your husbandâs forward assertion on sensuality.
Your breath caught and eyes widened when his tongue slid over the length of your fingers before slipping in his mouth and sucking on them until they were free of any residue stickiness. You couldnât help the rapid beat of your heart, lips parting as his thumb tapped in rhythm to your pulse point before he let go of your fingers with a loud âplop!â and a satisfied hum rumbling out of him as you could only gaze dumbfounded at the saliva coating your fingers. After a few moments you cleared your throat and swallowed, eyeing him warily as you knew his stomach probably wouldnât last long and heâd be hacking it up with loud complaining.
And on cue, you watched fascinated as the mouth on his stomach frowned.
Oh, here it comes. It never lasted long in his system.
You sighed as he spat it out, licking his lips and scowling at the ground, âYouâre right, tastes like shit.â
âWould you like me to say something to the servants?â you asked, mentally cheering with a soft smile on your face when he fell into step with you to walk along the gardens. It was never hard to get what you wanted out of him.
âItâs not poor gardening skills, itâs you.â You opened your mouth, ready to backtalk at the insult, yet he silenced you with a hand raised before one of his fingers traced along your cheek, âWerenât you waddling in and practically whining for some of my food?â
How could you forget, a week ago youâd been lured out of your bed chamber by the most mouthwatering smell and your baby kicking incessantly once your stomach growled. You had stumbled upon Sukuna and Uruame, the latter making Sukunaâs dinner and the dinner something you never were to partake in since his appetite did not quell your hunger. However, when you found yourself salivating with your stomach rumbling and your baby kicking, it was a jarring experience to come to realize you were indulging in cannibalism and liked it. Liked it so much your child never rolled in a fit that night and Sukuna had been extra attentive to you afterwards with his praising.
An answer was on your tongue, though you chose to neglect saying anything when your taste buds twitched at the thought of that dinner and instead enjoyed your walk in peace. Your husband only snorted, a slight laugh leaving him at your pout before he returned his limbs to himself and rolled his gaze forwards on the path youâd been on. Times with him were normally relaxing as he was actually rather lazy when he had nothing to do, his affections ranging from just enjoying your presence in silence to twirling your hair around his finger whenever you were close enough. You never minded, glad to spend time with him though it was equally as nice whenever he seemed get even clingier once finding out you were pregnant.
Even his soft, lingering touches moments ago set your heart ablaze, and you wondered if he felt the same whenever you ran your fingers through his hair whenever he felt like resting his head in your lap.
Minutes into your relaxing walk you felt it, an agonizing cramp pulsing in your back and the soles of your feet screaming in protest at being mobile for too long. Of course, you get some time to do something with him and your body halts that and screams at you to stop. You didnât want to say anything, not wanting to bother him nor ruin the peaceful moment you were so grateful to have. Although the pain in your body had other plans, cramping upwards and throbbing whenever you tried to take another step so much you immediately had to double over with one hand resting on your stomach.
You stopped, the other hand moving to hold your aching back, and you were vaguely surprised he stopped at the same time. A wince and awkward bouts of silence later, you groaned and straightened back up, âIâm sorry, I think it gets worse every day.â
Sukuna remained silent and still, before a rumbling from his chest prickled the hair on the nape of your neck. âHm, almost like you shouldâve listened to me.â He was back in that disappointed husband stance, and you knew if you were to look into his face youâd see the smug grin at your misfortune. Gritting your teeth you didnât give him the satisfaction, watching glumly as he sighed rather loudly and moved away from your side to continue walking in the direction of this palace.
You reaped what you sowed you supposed, having to walk back alone after being told not to be out of the palace when he wasnât there. And your body complaints for moving about too much agreed, a quiet moan of frustration leaving you as you closed your eyes and counted to ten to calm your nerves, reopening them when the pain muted itself into a dull ache for the time. However, you completely clammed up at the sight of your husband bent down in front of you, the black of his haori draped over his shoulders shielding your view of his sculpted back and his face turned forward giving you no indication of what he was doing.
Yet, he did seem like he said something, though you were too befuddled to even understand what he had said. Â
âWhat ââ
âAre you deaf?â he interrupted, turning his head slightly and motioning with his head from you to climb onto him, âI said get on, before I change my mind.â
He wanted you⌠to ride⌠on his back? Never once did he ever engage in something like that with you (besides carrying you in his arms, but that had been the night of your wedding and heâd practically tossed you on your beds afterwards), though you werenât about to pass by the chance for him to carry you. Though you werenât too sure how to climb on his back and hold on so heavily pregnant, Sukuna didnât have four arms for nothing you supposed.
Not wanting him to change his mind and keep him waiting, you clambered onto him to best you could dressed in several layers with your legs kicking free to slip underneath the lower set of his arms. You held back a squeal when your baby kicked at all the movements, arms flying forward to nearly constrict Sukunaâs airway off as he in return grunted and stood to his full height while beginning to move forward in a slow pace. You were grateful he was taking it slow, still trying to get comfortable and trying not to think about how bad it would hurt to fall off his back from his enormous heightâŚ
âStop fucking squirmingâŚâ he grunted again, readjusting you with his arms as your body reclined higher up on his back and he continued walking, âActing like Iâve never touched you before.â
âItâs not that. He â â you cut yourself off, you hadnât necessarily told him that you believed your baby was a boy, and you didnât want to hear any of his teasing, âthe baby kicks and squirms whenever I move too much.â Or whenever he hears your voice, you groused, further proving your point when he kicked at you again whenever Sukuna spoke once more. You wondered if he could feel the kick on his back.
âDamn.â A pause of silence and Sukuna was jostling you on his back, âHow much does that prick weigh? Or is that all you?â
Your hand itched to slap the back of his neck, though you held yourself together and only offered him a scoff while making yourself comfortable, âHe takes after his father.â
âAnd he wiggles like a worm, just like his mother.â
You had half a mind to say something about him referring to your child as a boy, your cheeks hot when you rested your chin atop his shoulder and eyes growing lidded with sleep while he inadvertently rocked you with his steps. You bit the inside of your cheek in a girlish thought that your husband was walking slower on purpose, rolling your ankles to stop you from kicking your feet at the idea he wanted to spend more time with you alone. Then again, he was doing all of it for you when he couldâve just left you alone, or not come out to find you at all.
Maybe some days he missed you as much as you missed him.
In a bold declaration, you pushed yourself forward until your nose was skimming Sukunaâs cheek, a chaste kissed you placed there seconds later whenever he didnât say or do anything to push you away, âThank you, my Lord.â
Sukuna hummed low in his throat, a deep rumbling that vibrated against your arms and soothed your aching ribs, âDonât get used to it. I just didnât want to wait around for your slow ass to waddle back in.â Though he sounded rather harsh, you knew he was just doing roundabout affection in his own way.
Your head lolled against his, the leaves on the trees above swaying you into a warm midday nap the longer you watched them through your eyelashes, âTake me to bed?â
You didnât necessarily hear his response, though you werenât dreaming it when his fingers tightened the hold he had on your thighs, the warmth he emitted doing wonders for the pains in your body as he secured you further into his back to ensure you didnât fall off. You couldnât help the smile, your cheek smushed into his shoulder as you took one final look at the sunlight path before you both and closed your eyes as exhaustion took its hold over.
With a last conscious thought, you reminded yourself to thank Mai later for allowing you a nice stroll in the garden â especially when you were doing it with your family.
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further continuation of pitfighter!vi | part 1 | part 2
sypnosis. vi left an impression on you more then you thought she did. but, you left even more of an impression on her. and you canât control a feeling like that, can you?
warnings. dom!vi, lowkey hate sex, use of a strap on, lots o angst !! (in the beginning), uhh i tweaked the timeline a lot so this doesnât exactly follow everything going on. bear w me!
damn.
you were surprised vi stayed true to her word. it was two months since she initially left. you tried to move on with your life, forget her, and try to remember that she was with that someone that she mentioned.
if she stayed, that means sheâs happy. right?
right?
stupid feelings. truth was, you wanted her to come back. she wasnât just any other client to you at this point.
god, how did you get yourself into this mess? you vowed to not get involved with a client. yet, here you were.
âyou seem distracted.â your friend, and co-worker says while she combs through your hair. youâd gotten close to her over the past two months, her being your only viable source of comfort in the moment.
you frown as you look into the mirror.
âitâs nothing.â you shake your hand, glancing down to your hands.
âare you sure?â asta cocked a brow as she placed the comb down. âcome on. youâre acting so weird lately.â
you run your thumb over the indents of your palm, following your fingers.
âwell..â you start, âi.. there was a client. around two months ago. she was..â you snort, âdifferent, thatâs for sure.â
â.. okay..â asta looks into space as she thought.
âshe told me she wasnât coming backâ that she couldnât. her heart was taken by this enforcer girl. said she couldnât give her up.â
asta is quiet for a second. you turn to look at her. â.. so, what iâm getting from this, is youâre getting your heart involved in a client you took twice.â
âwhat?â your back straightens. âno! no, my heart isnât involved, iâm just.. curious. thatâs all.â
âuh-huh, okay.â asta snorts with a roll of her eye. âwho is this, anyway?â
âoh, uh.. her name is vi.â
astaâs eyes widen so far her eyebrows shoot up. âthe fucking vi? as in the vi everyone here hates?â
âi guess so.â you frown.
âhah! no way youâre falling for that little sadistic fuck.â
âasta!â i cry.
âi mean, seriously, y/n! sheâs no good, especially for you.â
âiâm a whore in the undercity. iâm not exactly amazing.â
âstill, though. i canât believe you wound up having to take her as a client twice, i mean, are you alright after that?â
you glare. then, you smile at the memory. âactually..â you feel a blush creep on your cheeks. âyouâd be surprised. itâs not just her that got to take control.â
âyou.. vi? being submissive? oh, youâre crazy.â
âcrazy good.â you snort, pushing off your chair. âbesides, iâm not falling for her.â
âyeah. sure you arenât.â
âi mean, i canât, anyways. iâve already made that mistake before and iâm not about to make it again. my heart is never being involved with my clients ever again.â
asta takes a second to respond. then, she says, âyou know, sometimes it isnât all that bad.â she shrugs. âi met my husband through this business.â
âit does more harm then good. plus, arenât you two having problems because of the job that you met in?â
âwell.. kind of. but still.â she places a hand on my shoulder, ânot everything in your life has to be dictated because of what you do as a job to survive. itâs rare you feel a connection with your clients, right? especially you.â
âi donât have a connection with her.â
âyou keep telling yourself that.â asta chuckles, âthatâs what i said about my husband before he started courting me.â
âwhatever!â i cry, pushing her hand off me. âi have a client.â
âdonât go imaging itâs vi!â
âugh, shut up asta!â
a week later, youâd made up your mind. obviously, vi wasnât going to come back. itâd be best for you to just move on.
your hands tighten around eachother.
so damn stupid. you were so damn stupid. your feelings were so damn stupidâ she went to you out of convenience, nothing more.
she was under the influence, on a sex drug nonetheless. you went too far with her. you never should have given in to her pleads in the first place.
âcome on, slow-poke.â
you still.
âslow-poke is a bit cocky for you to say. i recall you saying i was moving too fast, when i tried toââ
âokay, are we seriously talking about that right now?â
youâd recognize that voice anywhere. it was haunting your thoughts for the past two months.
and you donât dare lift your head. you feel your breath pick up as you glance forward.
your breath catches in your throat as your eyes land on her. on vi. what the hell was she doing here?
without another thought, you flick your hood over your head. your body curls in on yourself, staring at your feet as you walk forward, moving past her.
âyou used to be all over me,â a posh, matter-of-fact voice says. ânow, you can barely even look at me.â
âweâre on a mission, caitlyn. weâre not talking about our relationship right now.â
her voice becomes louder as you grow near.
âwhen will we?â
âsoon! just.. just not now.â vi grumbled.
you try to ignore the warmth in your skin as you knock shoulders with her as you pass.
âhey! watch where youâre goingââ
vi stops herself as you glance over your shoulder.
you watch as her eyes flicker, the redness seeping into her skin as she flushed.
âwha.. y/n?â she says in almost a whisper.
your eyes glide toward the girl beside her. a pretty woman, with sharp features and rich, navy hair, tied into a ponytail. she held herself so well.
no wonder vi was so enveloped in her.
vi feels like her heart is about to burst out of her chest. she glances toward caitlyn, who gives you a weird look as you stare at her.
what. the. fuck.
thatâs all vi can think.
her eyes flicker between you and caitlyn.
vi watched as you slip the hood off your head. you bring your head up with an inhale, forcing a strong front.
â.. hey, vi. funny seeing you here.â you say in that soft tone thatâs been haunting her thoughts and her dreams for months since youâve been apart.
âyou know this girl?â caitlyn says as she stares at you. you glance toward caitlyn, brows furrowing. she stared at you like you were filthâ and you probably were, body being tainted by the hundreds of hands that have touched the most vulnerable of allâ your body.
vi swallows. âyea.. yes, umââ she closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. âold friend.â
old friend? really?
you glare at her.
âcan i, um.. can i have a second to talk to her? alone?â
viâs hand rests on caitlyns shoulder. her skin looked so softâ so clean.
you try to ignore the flame of jealousy in your chest as caitlynâs hand rests atop of viâs, before nodding her head once.
âdonât take long.â caitlyn lets her hands drop to her sides. vi gives a small nod, shoulders relaxing as caitlyn steps back, moving out of earshot.
and then she turns to you.
âi thought you said you were never coming back.â you frown as your arms cross on your chest.
âthis isnât me coming back.â vi says curtly. âweâre on a mission.â
âa mission? are you some sort of enforcer now?â
vi says nothing.
you freeze.
âyou.. youâre an enforcer.â
âtemporarily.â vi raises a hand, âitâs not anything to do withââ
âjust go.â you spit. âan enforcer from zaun. itâs not an honour to be labelled that, violet. youâre a pawn in whatever plan theyâve conjured up.â
âitâs a plan to help zaun.â vi says in a whisper as she glances at someone passing. she winced. âcan we talk about this elsewhere? preferably not in an open alleyway?â
your eyes shift to the caitlyn girl she treasures so much. sheâs staring at the two of you.
âor we could just not talk.â you push off the wall youâd been resting on, âcontinue on with your mission. you have no use of me, by the looks of it.â
âactually, i do. someone weâre looking for passed through babettes brothel, and we need aââ
âiâm not helping you with this.â you shake your head. âfind another worker there to interrogate.â
ây/n.â vi says firmly.
âstop saying my name like that.â you narrow your eyes. âjust because you were my client doesnât entitle me to help you with your stupid investigation. you were a client to many thereâ ask them.â
âi was more then just a client and you know it.â
her face tightens with anger.
ânot really,â you tut your tongue, âyou paid, and i gave. nothing more.â
âyou canât be serious.â her hand finds your arm, and she leans closer, glancing around. âyou took my virginity. thatâs not nothing.â
âyou were hardly a virgin when we first met.â
âyeah, not in.. that sense, i wasnât.â
you hated that she was right. virginity was a prized thing for most peopleâ hell, you used to hold principles like saving your virginity for marriage. and now, look where you were.
but, much like other people, you never forgot your first. a boy from piltoverâ you were young and naive, much like violet.
âi should have never done that.â you shake your head, âthat was too far of me.â
viâs eyes soften. she glances back at caitlyn, before looking to you. she steers you away, moving out of eyeshot.
âitâs not that i.. regret it. if that makes any difference.â
you huff.
âyou said you werenât coming back. yet, here you are.â you gesture.
âfor a different reason.â she tightens her grip on my arm, âcome on. help me with this investigation and iâll leave you alone. for good.â
but that isnât what you wanted. you didnât want her to leaveâ you didnât want her to be her right now, with her new prized girlfriend, but she was still here. you hated how your heart jumped with glee at that fact.
you inhale a deep breath, clenching your jaw.
âfine. iâll help you.â
vi exhaled in relief. âthank you.â she whispers. her hand loosens on your shoulder, before slowly slipping off, her fingers trailing over your skin.
âwhatâs the big deal, anyways?â you furrow my brows.
âcait will tell you everything.â she cocks her head behind her. you nod your head, and follow her as you walk back to caitlyn. it hit you that she was tall, and it made her even more menacingâ towering over you with a mean look on her face. you couldnât tell if that was just her face, or she just didnât like you. probably both.
âso sheâll help, then?â caitlyn says, turning to vi.
vi nods. âyeah.â
âi canât promise iâll actually be of help to you.â you cross my arms on your chest. âjust because i agreed to tell you what i know doesnât mean itâll be any use.â
âworth a shot, right?â vi shrugs. i give her a brief nod.
âwe canât talk about this here.â caitlyn says.
you sigh. âwe can go back to my house. itâs just âround the block. but againâ i only have an hour.â
they give a nod of agreement. you inhale a deep breath, before paving a way back toward your house.
suddenly, you felt unconscious about your living space. you hadnât cleaned it, and there was no doubt clothes left on the floor, leaving it a mess. you mentally curse yourself as you unlock the door, pushing it open.
âmake yourselves comfortable.â you mumble, kicking some clothes out the way.
vi doesnât take another glance at the house as she walks inside, following behind you. caitlyn hesitates, looking around the messy room, before following suit.
i grab a glass of water, jumping up onto my counter.
âalright. so, what did you need me for, exactly?â i look to caitlyn.
caitlyn slowly turns her head toward you. âohâ yes, um..â she clears her throat, obviously distracted. âa few days ago, someone passed through the brothel you work at.â
she fumbles through her bag. your eyes glance toward vi, who leans against the counter parallel to you, crossing her arms on her chest. the blue outfit just looked so.. off on her, yet, she still held herself the same.
she didnât seem that bothered by the messâ partly because sheâs seen it before, and partly because sheâd already been in your house, in your bedâ
stop it.
caitlyn places a sheet of paper on the island. i pick it up.
âhave you seen this girl?â
your eyes move around the paper. you had seen this girl beforeâ quite an oddball, but she was funny. blue hair, tied into long braids. your eyes train on the JINX â PILTOVER, WANTED.
âuh.. yeah.â you nod. youâd never expect her to be a wanted criminal, but who wasnât down in the lanes?
âhow? where did you see her last?â caitlyn says. thereâs a gleam in her eyes as she leans closer.
âwell.. maybe two or three days ago she came around the brothel during my shift. she was a client.â
vi pushes off the table abruptly. âyou took my sister as a client?!â she stalks toward you.
âwell, yeah.â you shrug. your eyes widen as you realize. âwe.. no, she didnât want anything.â uou chuckle at the memory, âshe just wanted to talk.â
vi seems to calm down, her shoulders slouching. you give her a brief look, before turning to caitlyn.
âshe.. i donât know why she came to a brothel to just have a chat, but she isnât the first one to do that. itâs honestly not that weird for clients to just want to talk like normal people when they have no one else.â
âi didnât give it that much thought. i donât remember much about her.â
you glare at vi. ânot that itâd be any of your business what happens with my clients.â
vi puffs a breath of air through her nose, ripping her gaze away from you. she didnât understand why she was so.. so jealous, so riled up over the memory that you still worked at the brothel, that you still took clients, that other people were touching you.
she had no right to be possessive, yet, here she was.
â.. anyway.â caitlyn clears her throat, brows furrowing as she senses the tension between you and vi, âwhat can you tell me about her? did she say anything about where she was going?â
you shake your head. âwe talked for the hour she paid for, then she left. that was it. i didnât see where she went.â
caitlyn sighs in frustration. vi looks to her, âthis was a big waste of time.â
âit was the only lead we had.â caitlyn pushes off the wall. âif we ask some of the other workers, theyâll probably have seen the direction she went.â
âat this point weâll miss the last departure. itâs too long of a walk back to piltover if we want to be safe.â
âwe canât leave while the trail is hot! if we wait another day, itâs just another night wasted.â
you h ump off the counter. âjust stay here.â you place your glass in the sink, âi have a guest bedroom.â
that was a horrible idea.
it was like your mouth was on autopilot as you say thisâ stuck on the fact that if vi left now, youâd never see her again. it was stupid if you to offer, yet, you couldnât stop yourself from doing it.
caitlyn glances toward you. then to vi. she raises her eyebrows as if to say, âwell?â
oh, and vi was even more stuck. seeing you again drove her crazyâ much less sleeping in the same house again. no doubt itâd grab at her head, keeping her awake at the last memory in this very house.
her chest puffed as she tried to regulate her breath. she wasnât sure if she could handle herself in such close proximity to you again. itâd surely drive her mad.
but, she too was stuck on the fact that this might be the last time she saw you.
so, vi nods. âsure.â she chokes. her voice is tight as she avoids her eyes, glancing down at her feet.
you huff at the memory of your shift.
âthe guest bedroom is just down the hall. make yourselves comfortable.â you move past them, shoulder grazing with viâsâ on purpose, on accident, you couldnât tell. âiâll be back soon.â
you still as you see caitlyn move out of the kitchen, glancing around. once she was out of earshot, you back up a few steps.
âoh, and, vi?â you lean closer to her, moving to her ear. âtry to control yourself. i can sense your tension from a mile away.â you rest your hand on viâs shoulder. âif you want me to take care of that.. another time, yeah?â
you pull away without another word, giggling under your breath. you pat viâs shoulder as you slip away, grabbing your coat and bringing it around your shoulders.
and as you close the door, you leave viâs head in utter shambles again.
she stands in the same spot, mind processing your words.
try to control herself? after youâve just said that, and youâre looking like the most beautiful women sheâs laid her eyes on?
fat chance.
sheâll get you eventually.
you were released early from your shift, as the night was slow. you kind of dreaded getting back to your apartment, knowing both vi and caitlyn were there.
you wanted to help them. honestly. but you werent sure what would.
your mind recalled the memory of that jinx girl.
you remembered you tried to advance on herâ assuming thatâs what she wanted, like many other clients. but she stopped you.
she surely wasnât well. rambling on about life and death, about family, and about how no one can be trusted, and all that.
and after that, she disappeared as soon as she payed. you turned to say goodbye, but she was already gone.
you huff as you open your apartment door, slipping your coat off your shoulders. you hear laughing from your living room, and walk toward it.
as you turn the corner, you see caitlyn and vi laughing together.
âvi, iâm serious!â
you linger in the background as you watch them.
âi mean, the look on my fathers face. he couldnât believe it at first.â
âwell, you wonât be able to get rid of me, anyway.â
your face tightens as you watch her place her head on caitlyns shoulder. she spins a pen in her hand.
âiâm the dirt under your nails, cupcake.â
you decide to leave it alone there.
you step back, running a hand over your neck. so she was happy. you grimace as you walk down the hall, entering your bathroom.
âstupid.â youâd whisper to yourself.
here you thought you had vi wrapped around your finger. but really, you were wrapped around hers.
asta was right, anyway. she was no good for you, and you were no good for her. she was right in the fact that your heart was involved. it was involved tenfold.
you were stupid to ever think that you and vi had a chance.
you were a whore from the undercity. sheâs an enforcer now.
nonetheless, she was still from the undercity. she was still a zaunite, just like you.
you strip yourself of your clothes. you step into your steaming shower, and let the water run over your body, your hair.
you close your eyes as you try to drown out your thoughts.
it wasnât until midnight you left your bathroom.
the house was quiet. you deemed that they had gone to sleep, and move toward your room.
you throw on one of your favourite setsâ a gift from a reoccurring piltover client from when you used to work there. you loved the silk texture, the white pearly fabric.
and since you hadnât eaten much today, you move toward your kitchen.
you huff as you walk down the hallway, quiet against the hardwood floor. you grab your glass from the sink, turning on the tap.
ây/n.â a voice says behind you. you jump, spinning around.
âoh. itâs just you.â you sigh in relief as your eyes land on the familiar black of her hair. vi sauntered toward you, leaning against the counter.
âi.. i had a question.â vi whispers. her voice is laced with sleepâ she had stayed up to talk to you. alone, finally.
you stare at your hands as you pour the water down the sink, picking up a bag of pretzels. âand whatâs that?â
vi bit her tongue. then, she spoke. âwhat did you mean, before?â
you furrow your brows.
âwhen you said.. if you want me to take care of that.â vi shuffles. âyou said, another time.â
you still. youd forgotten youd said thatâ mostly to test the waters around her.
âwhat did you think i meant?â you hum, placing a pretzel on your tongue. you lean your hip against the counter parallel to her.
vi says nothing.
âlookâ if youâre gonna act clueless, whatever.â you scoff. âbut donât rope me into something thatâll just cause a mess.â
you turn away from her.
as you move, your stopped by a hand on your wrist. she yanks you backward, your back landing harshly on her chest.
you gasp.
âi donât really care if it causes a mess.â
you feel her breath on your shoulder. her hand smooths over your hip, pulling you against her.
âyouâve been messing with me ever since we bumped into eachother in that alleyway.â
you stare harshly at the wall in front of you. her thumb dips into the fabric of your shorts, resting it there.
âand you show up in these little shorts and expect me to contain myself?â
you feel her lips against your ear.
âwhatâs with the sudden switch up?â you say breathily, head leaning against her shoulder.
âyou know what youâre doing.â violet scoffs against your ear. you feel your skin blaze alight as she presses her lips to your neck. you feel her tongue glide across your skin.
âviolet.â you say harshly. youâre not sure how you feel about the sudden change in the airâ vi wasnât the girl she was last time she was here, no, she was how she was in the brothel the first night you met.
this girl really did give you whiplash.
âthis is wrong.â you say, hand placing over the hand on your hip. despite your words, you lean into her touch. âarenât you with caitlyn?â
vi stills for a second at caitlynâs name. âone more night canât hurt.â
âthatâs what i thought the last time we met.â you hum, leaning into her touch. âone more night.â
vi spun you around, stalking forward, pushing you back until your back hit the counter. her arms caged around you, her eyes so dark, so unrecognizable.
all night, vi had been thinking about how youâre working your shift, having other people touch you. all night, she thought about you.
all she wanted right now was to distinguish herself from the othersâ to prove to you that unlike all the others, she cared. she cared for your pleasure, she cared for you, despite her mind screaming at her that she shouldnât.
another wave of jealousy washes over her. she leans closer, hands gliding over your stomach, pushing up the silk shirt.
âyou remember how you said to stop thinking so much around you?â vi says with a smirk, nose touching eachothers, her lips parted. you feel her breath on your skin, her hands on your stomach. they truly did feel warm, so calming, so right, unlike the others who have touched you there. you didnât feel violated under viâs touch, you felt.. comforted. it gave you a chance to actually feel the pleasure of another persons hand, rather then focusing on giving pleasure.
her hand splays against your back. her lips were so close to yours, merely one movement away. you wanted nothing more then to feel them again.
âthatâs what iâm doing.â vi says, voice husky. âcmon.â she gives a toothy smile. âdonât leave me hanging here, cupcake.â
and itâs like everything changed.
your face closes to a deadpan. you push her off, slamming your fists on her chest.
âwha..â vi gives you a look of confusion.
âyouâre so.. arrogant!â you lower your voice as you remember caitlyn is still thereâ the same caitlyn that vi had said that same nickname too a mere few hours ago. âand stupid!â
âwhat the hell are you talking about?â viâs brows furrow.
âthat nickname.â you spit. âyouâd dare to call me that after using it on caitlyn?â
her mind recalls the memory.
iâm the dirt under your nails, cupcake.
her eyes widen. truth was, she was thinking about you when she said that. she said it because sheâs your dirt underneath your nails. she came, and now sheâs never going to leave, like a thorn in your side.
âreally?â vi deadpans. âthatâs what youâre worked up about?â
you purse your lips.
she lets out a chuckle that only fuels your anger. she takes a step toward you, before lowering her voice.
âi knew you were listening.â vi explained, âi was saying that to you.â
you still.
âthough, this jealous side of you is kind of cute.â
âshut up.â
âjust saying. now, can you stop throwing a fit? kind of holding myself back here.â
âugh, shut up!â you cry before you grab her face, crashing your lips against hers. vi stilled for a second, taken aback, but she feels a rush of passion flow through her body.
her hands are on you in an instantâ clawing, grabbing at your clothes so roughly. her lips are just as you remembered; soft. yet this time, they held a sense of dominance unlike the last time you kissed her.
she hummed against you. and you feel so much.. anger, hatred, jealousy, desire. vi was enjoying this way too much, and you hated that.
you feel her hands on your hips once more, her tongue gliding against your bottom lip, as if asking for permission. you give it by pushing your tongue past her lips, her own finding yours as they tangle and dance for a sense of dominanceâ to see which way will overtake.
but vi leaves no room for argument. her fingers dig into the skin on your thighs. you squeal as your brought from the floor, her hands holding you up as she picks you up.
your legs dangle loosely around her torso, hand smoothing into her hair, pulling, tugging, holding on so sheâs forced to never leave.
you didnât really know where you were going, but now, you were moving. her tongue glided through your mouth, running along your teeth, your tongue, your gums, everywhere, forcing herself through every part of your mouth until there was nothing left.
and oh, did you miss this feeling.
this feeling of passion, of lust, of desire. this feeling of recklessness. you both know you shouldnât be doing thisâ but who can stop desire?
you realize she had guided you to your room when you feel your back hit the fur of your bedspread. she pressed herself between your legs, pulling away from you.
âfuck..â she whispered under her breath, hands smoothing up your stomach, cupping your barely clothed breasts.
âdonât talk.â you loose out, grabbing her face again and pulling her lips back onto yours. she takes that as an understanding, fingers unhooking every button oh so slowly.
you lift yourself off the bed to tear the shirt off your shoulders, throwing it to the side.
viâs eyes flicker as she pulls away, looking at your body. her eyes land on your budding breasts. just so fucking beautiful. every bit and piece of you was perfect in violets eyes, and she hated how she felt that way.
âi missed you.â she whispers, both forgetting and ignoring your demand of silence. she pulls away, taking her jacket off of her shoulders. clothes fly in a haste, leaving you both naked in mere minutesâ well, you naked. she kept her bandages on.
you canât help the next thing you say. âmissed me or missed my body?â you huff, sitting up on your elbows.
viâs brows furrow. her nose twitches, before she crashed her lips back against yours without a word.
ah. got it. youâd think.
whatever. you shouldnât have expected much with a hookup.
truth was, vi didnât know. she didnât know if her actions were based off purely lust, or something else. she tried not to think about it muchâ she couldnât think much, anyways. you were just so soft, so beautiful.
her hands smooth over your body, and you were so drunk on her touch you decided not to care about anything else. her hands, touching you, possessing every part of you.
viâs lips leave yours, trailing kisses down your jaw, onto your neck. you relish in the feel of her tongue, of her teeth scraping against your skin. her hands, smoothing over your thigh, toying with the strand of your panties. you feel your mouth go agape as her tongue glides over your neck, leaving red splotches, marking you.
you gasp as you feel her hands quiver over your clothed core, pressing so gently it made you whine. she was toying you, being so gentle when she knew you wanted her to be rough.
âdonât think iâve forgotten.â
you couldnât process her wordsâ not when her fingers slipped underneath the cloth and dipped into your slick. your head throws back, a jolt of pleasure ripping all throughout your body. a shock to your nervesâ finally, a touch that was pleasurable.
âoh, youâve forgotten, havenât you?â
your brows furrowed. what the hell was she talking about?
you let your mind fog again when her fingers dip inside of you, pressing so deep. you gasp, feeling your skin grow ablaze, the ache in your stomach only growing. you grasp onto the bedsheets, shocked at how fast this was movingâ ten minutes ago, you were accepting the loss of whatever this relationship was. now you were thinking, what the fuck is wrong with me?
âyouâre gonna feel everything i felt that night.â
she says this so close to your ear. you feel her breath on the shell of your ear, her teeth nipping at your skin.
âthough, you wonât be under a drug like i was. iâll just have to make up for that.â
her fingers press up as if to further move her point. you let your eyes close, body leaning toward her, hips pressing against her wrist.
âwhere do you keep those things, hm?â
âwhat the fuck are you talking about?â you huff, eyes slowly opening to look at her.
âyou know,â she leaned closer. oh god, her eyes. that smirk. you were done for.
your brows furrow as you thought. her fingers slipped out of you, causing you to frown at the loss of her touch.
she ran a hand through her hair as she looked around, before reaching over you to open a drawer. your eyes catch on the glimpse of her bicep, a glimpse of the tattoo that ran down her back. gods, it only turned you on further.
âah.â she says. youâd hear her fumble with something before moving back to you.
and your eyes shift to the thing in her hand.
one of the strap ons you ownedâ and never used, just by the sheer size of it. black, girthy, and big.
ânonono, violetââyou back away from her. she could not use that one, not now.
âoh, yes.â
thereâs a certain gleam in her eyes as her hand grabs your hip, pulling you closer to you.
âtold you.â she says as she leans back, fumbling with the straps. âiâm gonna get you back.â
you were in for it now.
for someone whoâd never used a strap on before, you were pleasantly shocked.
youâd moan into your pillow as her hips slam against yours, over and over and over again. her hand smoothed over your back, pressing it down so your hips pushed up.
youâd never felt this.. this good, this full.
your entire body shook, every bone weak and practically useless. it took everything in you to hold yourself up, to not pull away from her, from her hips.
âohââ you groan, âvi!â youâd lost yourself, suddenly not caring about your voice. once vi realized that, she dragged her hand under to your chest, pulling you flush against her.
her hand moved over your mouth, silencing your cries.
at the new angle, she only pushed deeper.
your eyes widen, every nerve, every muscle twitching and shaking with pleasure. you couldnât handle it, you simply couldnât.
ânot so tough now, huh?â she huffed, her voice out of breath and tight. you feel her being her hips back, just barely, before pushing back into you with such force you felt tears well into your eyes.
how could one woman have this much stamina?
youâd lost count at the amount of climaxâs sheâs brought you to.
she abruptly pulled out of you, flipping you over, pressing your back against the bed. it was like your body was drained of any sort of willâ her strength easily able to manhandle you in every way she could, every position she wanted you in.
she placed herself back inbetween your legs. you saw that smirk on her face, so cocky and confident.
you couldnât form words to comment something about it.
she brushed her hand over her forehead, inhaling a deep breath of air.
âi kind of like this.â she said breathily as she lowered her hand, aligning the tip of the silicone cock to your hole. as you feel her push back inside you, you let out a damned scream.
sheâs quick to cover it, lips pressing against yours to silence your cries.
your legs touched either side of the bed, her hands pinning them down. your hips ached at the stretchâ your core ached at the raw stretch the strap-on gave you, and as she pressed further deep inside of you, you swore you saw stars.
âgod, oh, iâ fuck!â you cry against her lips, hands gripping so hard on her back, nails digging into her skin, leaving crescent marks on her shoulders.
âshh, shh..â she hushed, hand smoothing across your thigh as a sense of comfort, yet, it only riled you up more.
she was so deep, so insanely deepâ somewhere surely no oneâs ever touched before.
âwouldnât want anyone to hear you, would you?â sheâd taunt, âsee you in this position..â
her hips pull back, before bullying her way back into you, at such a slowed, tedious paceâ to mess with you, no doubt.
you didnât care. you didnât care for anythingâ you couldnât, not after this. you were sure youâd never felt anything like itâ it was even better then the first night at the brothel.
âiâ i canâtââ youâd cry, head pushing into the pillow to hide your face. you just.. felt so fulfilled.
âoh yes, you can.â she mumbles, eyes flickering over every expression youâd made, engraving it in her mind.
her hips were flush against yours, filling you to the brim. her body pressed against your chest, her hands moving to grip onto the pillow on either side of your head.
âoh, fuck.â she said so softly, wincing as she felt the pressure against her own clit. then, her hips pulled back, and slammed right back into you. she found out, in this new position, it also gave her pleasure.
with how sensitive she was, even the short amount of pressure could help the ache between her legs.
a gleam found her eyes.
her pace became faster, harder, like a damned piston jolting inside of you.
you bite hard into your lip, hands falling limp and falling on either side of you.
âa little longer, princess..â she huffed into your ear. âcome on, you can take it.â
âno, iâ!â you cry, legs clamping around her torso. âmmmphââ
âjust..â she let out a sharp exhale, adjusting her hips so the base hit her clit just right. she moaned into your ear, eyes rolling back, and the sight was just so damn beautiful.
you feel the cord in your stomach grow hot, your body shaking with every thrust she made.
at this rate, you werenât sure how much you could handleâ it was too much vi, so much vi, you were going to go mad. vi, vi, vi.
âoh, viviviââ you whined, your body riling itself up, again and again, over and over, each thrust bringing you closer to the familiar taste of an orgasm.
you were scared. scared of the feeling, of the pure pleasure that coursed through your body each and every time. scared of that feeling, of that blindingâ oh, god!
your eyes shut closed, your legs clamped around her as that familiar snap of your orgasm flooded through you.
âsay my name.â
âv..â you attempted. and then, you deflate against the matress. âvio..â
âcome on, you can do it.â
her hips were relentless, forcing you through your orgasm. your body aches with overstimulation, threatening to burst with each and every second.
âsay my name.â she says it more directly, nearly damn demanding you to. her voice is a growl against your ear, her hips picking up in pace.
âoh, violet!â you cry, voice cracking.
vi let out a loud moan, her head pressing against your neck, whining against your skin.
and then, she deflated above you.
your body jolts and shakes with every flow of energy, every flow of pleasure. you were so fulfilled, so full, finally getting what your body had been aching for, begging for.
a proper fuck.
a proper fuck from vi.
you had vi. and that was all you needed, even if it was only for the times being.
you yelp as she flips you over, resting you on her chest. she pressed her hips deeper inside of you, and you gasp.
ân.. no! no, no more.â you cry, your head falling against her chest.
âdonât worry.â she says as she caged her arms around you, hands resting tightly on your waist. her hands run up your back. âi wonât push you.â
you let out a sigh of relief.
you fell into a silence.
it was hard for your body to recover from your orgasms when the strap-on was still inside you, pressing into that spot. with every shift she made, you felt your body rile up again.
a beat of silence.
another.
you hear your click tick. you feel her chest go up and down with her breath. you hear her heart beat.
.
.
âi missed you.â
she says this so softly. her arms tighten around your torso, her nose nuzzling into your hair.
ânot your body.â
a/n. uh.. hey.. sorry this took so long LOL anyway this kid kind of rushed i apologize and it kind of sucks but blushes thank u for all the support on this little mini saga that stemmed off a one shot đ¤
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PAC: Your Person's Sexy (Thoughts+) Fantasies About You



Let's expose your person's unfiltered sexy thoughts about you *evil smirks*
Pile 1
A little about your person to see if u picked the right pile:
Ok wow I feel like your person is an incredibly deep person. They don't seem like that at all on the surface tho lmao. They might have a bit of an RBF (regardless of gender). They don't express HALF OF THE EMOTIONS RUNNING INSIDE OF THEM. I'm seeing an iceberg in my head rn; their energy is like that uk... that's just how they grew up. I'm also hearing that they may have mommy issues of some kind that you may or may not know of, or it's just that their mom is a very practical person and doesn't enjoy showing affection much, which would explain your person's lack of overt emotional expression. But BOY do they have some deep-ass feelings for you! Let's expose them together through this reading, yea? đ¤ (after their mini energy check)
They might have a spiritual streak to them, but idk if they are conscious of it or not (could be different for different people here). But in any case, they have a pretty strong connection to both their intuition and God-source or whatever they like to believe in. Again, they might not look spiritual AT ALL, but the way they move through life screams "I'm divinely led by God himself." Haha, love this person tbh. They're giving me Stoic-with-a-mushy-heart vibes. What a cutie pie.
They almost look at you as if you are a dream. Come. True. As if you were bestowed to them as a gift for making it so far in life. For all the hard work they put in to build their life, you're at the other end waiting for them to come home to you. Jeez, do you SEE HOW DEEP THEY FEEL FOR YOU? That was directly channeled wow... it's almost as if they worship the ground you walk on (in their mind, cuz they a lil stoic cutie pie).
Extra messages on the side: You guys may be in a relationship now or will be in one soon. You guys dream about each other a lot. They have a strong and intimidating aura. They seem very sure of themselves. They might really stand out to you, especially in a crowded room.
I was hearing a song while reading for this pile tooâNever Be the Same by Camila Cabello. So excited!
If that resonated, let's expose your person's (unfiltered) sexy thoughts about you cuz now we KNOW they don't always show what they feel. đ This should be fun.
K, this is what I see. This person DREAMS about holding you down and dominating you in bed and letting allllll their sexual frustration out. Cuz remember spirit told us about how stoic they are? They hold back their sexual desires towards you as well, and boy are they extremely sexually frustrated. They fantasize about being a beast in bed with you, and as I SAID THAT, I saw them wanting to make the bed shake while fucking your brains out hahaha whoa... This person is intense for you, phew! They wanna let all of their feelings out with you in bed, and that's something they fantasize about. They might be into light BDSM too. They looooove the idea of choking you, or if they have, they looooove thinking about it OVER n OVER n OVER again lmao.
This person is wild for u. Ur like stuck in this person's brain. They're addicted, like in that song I channeled earlier Never Be the Same. It says, "blurring all the lines, u intoxicate me." Wow. If yâall have already had sex, THEY CANâT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT, and if yâall havenât, they canât stop thinking about what it WOULD be like. They imagine putting you in all kinds of positions, they imagine how you'd sound when you moan, and how you'd look if they did something you liked. đđ¤đ
This person is honestly tired of being so uptight and stoic in life, and you give them a chance to be free and be themselves, I heard. Aw, and that's why they're so hooked on youâcuz u give them life again đĽş.
This person LOVES you bro idk what kinda love spell u cast on themâtheyâre fucking WHIPPED when it comes to you. They fantasize about making you really wet and eventually making you cum. They love the idea of very wet sex with you (lol that's what I heard). You don't know what you mean to this person, and the only way they think they can show u is through physical intimacy and sex. One of their love languages might be physical touch. They loooove the idea of kissing and hugging and loving on you for hours. They love the idea of touching your sweet spots till you canât resist them anymore. đŤ đ¤
They love the idea of sneaking kisses and touches with u in public or semi-public places. They like knowing that they're the only one who can touch u like that đŤ˘đđđžââď¸.
You're everything this person ever dreamed of. To them, you're the light of their life, I heard. They loooove your body, your mind, and most importantly your coochie cuz girrrrrl he be whipped by that kitty cat purrrr hahaahah. Or if you guys are reading for a crushâif you DO have sex, he WILL be (he doesn't see this coming at all đđ¤).
He prolly fantasizes about you first thing in the morning and wakes up with a boner lmao. Or maybe he has wet dreams about you and accidentally wakes up at night (well it ain't your fault u cute n sexy af đ¤ˇđžââď¸).
Side note: He prolly masturbates to you more than u think/know cuz he sure as hell would be out here pretending he doesnât lmao.
Yea, to sum it up, you have ur person on an energetic LEASH, and they yearn for your loving soooo muchâdoesnât matter if you have had sex or not đ.
Tehe, that's all I have for you today, pile 1! Stay eternally sexy and juicy I love you!
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Pile 2
A little about your person to see if u picked the right pile:
Your person has MAD big dick energyâI love that about them. They're hot, abundant, and very giving. They make a hell of a first impression, I hear. They seem so extroverted lmao; they remind me of a Leo, n they may have big Leo placements. If not, it's just their energy. Tho to you, they SHINE like the sun. U love their vibe and especially their childlike aura â¨ď¸.
They may have some energy vampires around that want them only for their light, and it really does take a toll on your person... but you're different. They see you as a kind and nurturing soul, and boy, do they appreciate you SO MUCH for it. They're very grateful for your presence. They love your voice too, I hear... something about you is so soothing... healing and feminine. Ugh. It's so beautiful! It's almost as if in a world where they get taken advantage of a lot, the thought of you is their oasis... their safe haven. Aw, they love thinking about you đ.
Extra messages on the side: This might be a workplace/school/college crush. This person loves your work ethic and vice versa. They love looking at you, especially during work lol; u distract them, and they love it :p.
I was hearing a song while reading for this pile- "Marvin Gaye" by Charlie Puth and Meghan Trainor.
If that resonated, let's channel their (unfiltered) sexy thoughts about you!
First of all... you get their, ahem, horses RUNNING every time they see you. EVERY. TIME. Just something about you makes their body go nuts! Lol, they may have to hide their boners a lot at work/school/college đ¤Ł.
Itâs your feminine vibe tbh. You come off like an EMPRESS to this personâfucking irresistible! Gosh, they just wanna come and claim you for themselves and never let you go! You give them blue balls, I hear đ (aw, that's sad).
Oooh... they have baby-making fantasies with you. They love fantasizing about consensually nutting inside youâit makes them WEAK to think about that đđđŚ.
They love your hair! They fantasize about pulling your hair in bed passionately while getting lost in your coochie, girl. Oooh, they might really enjoy imagining yâall doing doggy style a lot. Ughhh.
Your vibe feels very healing to them, and you feel very emotionally nurturing to them, as if you were made just for them. Ooh, I hear "Made For Me" by Muni Long if that resonates for anybody. That's how u make them feel! They love imagining themselves letting their guard down and just getting lost in you and with you, tehe.
They LOVE to fantasize about your boobies lol. They love your chest, boobies, and shoulders region. Oh! And your back as wellâthey could stare at them for hours đ.
They fantasize about kissing and touching you in these areas especially, and... it keeps them up at night :p.
They love that you're different from the people they've known/come across in their life. They... fantasize about having healing pillow talks with you while yâall caress each otherâs hair đĽş. Aw, this is too cute. Gosh... my heartâ
Side note: This person has felt very misunderstood and lonely growing up, so with you, they fantasize about being accepted and loved for the very first time... sheesh. That's rough. My heart goes out to them. You're truly a gift to this person.
K, moving on. This person might really like your feet? Like fantasizing about giving you foot massages and maybe massages in general to take away your stress, to help you relax. They love the idea of TOUCHING YOU deeply. They might think u have really pretty skin, and they can't get enough of your touches (if u ever have).
They might fantasize about role-playing too? About you playing a damsel in distress, and they come in to your rescue, and then yâall cum together đ¤đ¤Ł.
This person might have a great sense of humor too lol.
Ooh, I heard they LOVE undressing you with their eyes... they might have really intense eyes, and your eye contact could really take you off to another dimension haha.
This pile is more emotional than it is dirty, so maybe yâall havenât had sex yet. So, they kinda leave their fantasies open to possibilities, so there arenât a lot of sexy details coming through.
But yea, this person feels an emotional connection with you, and it's so damn beautiful. More than anything, this person just wants to make sweet love to you... ugh, so precious.
That's all I have today for you, Pile 2! I love you, and stay sexy and sweet đŤâ¨ď¸
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Pile 3
A little about your person to see if u picked the right pile:
This person might present as being super resistant to change. They might like their comfort zone A LOT and prefer to operate from it no matter what. They may have a stubborn streak as well. Honestly, they give me Taurus-in-the-lower-octave kinda vibes lol.
This person may like you but not overtly tell or show it to you? This may be my situationship pile⌠or many people in situationships have messages here. K, I'm also getting that this person might love partying and going out in general? May have a lotta friends and be very social in life, generally speaking. They might be someone who has commitment issues or they just struggle when it comes to romantic relationships, cuz it seems to me as if this person has yet to learn some hard lessons around romance and partnership. They may have player tendencies? (This isn't for all of you tho, you'll know if it's for you.)
They might enjoy instant gratification over long-term when it comes to relationships AS OF right NOW in their life. I'm getting that the universe sent this person your connection to help them mature đ¤Śđžââď¸ (isn't that fun đ).
Lol anyways...
Extra messages: situationship, FWB, sexting
Channeled song i heard while chanelling this pile: Ride It by Larissa and Jay Sean
If that resonated, let's channel their (unfiltered) sexy thoughts about you đđđžââď¸đ
Daytime sex. They loooove fantasizing about fucking you anytime they like lol. Something about that makes them sooooo horny lol. They fantasize about fucking you so good that you'll have no choice but to come back to them EVERY single time. They like to imagine "hitting it from the back," and you're all sweaty and up against a wall, and they have their hand on your mouth to keep you from screaming. (Goddamn that's hot!)
They may not have access to you right now, or maybe it's cuz you're both super busy people, but they wish they could have quickies or fun sex with you ANY time (this message be coming in STRONG lol).
They looooove watching your body when they do you (for those of you that have already had sex with this person). If you haven't, then they fantasize about fucking with the lights on lol. Something about watching you writhe under them and responding to their body just TURNS THEM ON HAARDD haha.
Also, I can't help but get an FWB vibe from this pile. Please take it only if it resonates. IF you ARE in an FWB situation, they ABSOLUTELY love it. They look forward to every time yâall are about to do it :p
This person may be quite emotionally immature, and so they have more sexual desire for you than actual emotion, but I feel like it's the same way for you too. I get a mutual, consensual vibe here. So if itâs not, please pick another pile, itâs OK. This pile ainât for you, princess đ
I'm also getting that a lot of you have already had sex with this person, and THEY LOVE IT. They looove it when you ride it; it drives them WILD. And if you haven't, they drool over fantasies about it đđŤ .
They love thinking about fucking you anywhere but on a bed lmao. Like, say, a car or in a parking lot? This person would have you anywhere and anytime, if they couldâphew!
They touch themselves a lot when you're not around too. This is when their fantasies creep in like Santa through the chimney, and they think about having a chance encounter with you, giving in to each other's horniness, and getting caught up in the moment. They love spontaneously fucking. Some Sag energy coming through rn. They may love your ass and thighs tooâgosh, they could love gripping it while doing you. Sheesh. You're the best sex they've had in a long time (your person's words, not mine), and they really appreciate your encounters being so mutual but fun at the same time. If that hasn't happened, that's what they want: mutual fun.
This person is never not horny for you lol.
That's all I got for you, Pile 3! This was steamy af! Stay sexy, and I love you đŤ
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Evidence that Kabru from Delicious in Dungeon is Indian, a Masterpost
(EDIT: This post is an excerpt/remix of Kabru's section of my larger essay about the real world linguistic and cultural references Dungeon Meshi. You can read the essay on AO3 here. I also have another post about what part of South Asia I think Utaya is based on here.)
Since Kabruâs first appearance in the anime is upon us, I wanted to write something that compiles all the evidence we have that Kabru is meant to be a person of South or Central Asian ethnicity, or at least whatever the equivalent to that is in the Dungeon Meshi world.Â
Ryoko Kui can and does draw people of many different ethnicities, and the way she draws Kabru matches the way she draws other Asian characters in Dungeon Meshi. He doesnât look Black, or Hispanic, or any other ethnicity because he isnât supposed to. He looks like a dark-skinned South or Central Asian person, because thatâs what Ryoko Kui probably intends him to be.
So letâs go through the evidence! (There are no spoilers for the plot of Dungeon Meshi below, but there ARE spoilers for Kabru's backstory as explained in the manga, and in extra materials like the Daydream Hour and Adventurer's Guide book.)
KABRUâS NAME
The Dungeon Meshi Adventurer's Bible tells us Kabruâs real name is unknown. There are other characters whose real names are only told to us in the Adventurer's Bible and were never revealed in the manga, but then Kabru, Thistle and Izutsumiâs entries simply say their real names are unknown, and though Kui could tell us their true names, she doesnât. I assume this means that the characters themselves donât know what their real names are, and that the names they go by are not their birth names, but this is only a supposition on my part.
KABRU THE MOUNTAIN
Kabru (ŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤ŹŕĽŕ¤°ŕĽ) is the name of a mountain on the border of Nepal and India, and part of the Himalayan range. Itâs the 65th tallest mountain in the world and it is very snowy and icy, with frequent avalanches. Because of this, even though itâs not the tallest mountain in the world, climbing it is challenging, and is not often attempted. Those few that have managed to climb it consider it a major achievement.
âThis prohibitively fearful icefall⌠had thwarted numerous expeditions, perhaps even the 'thought' of attempting the mountain⌠Unstable seracs of the icefall, a complex maze of chasms, and delicate snow bridges spanning seemingly never ending, near bottomless crevasses⌠Each time the members stepped into the icefall, they stood a good chance of never returning.â (Kabru - Mountain of the Gods, Major A. Abbey, Himalayan Journal 52, 1996, editor Harish Kapadia)
WHAT DOES KABRUâS NAME MEAN?
Kabru is a character that is known for being very good at charming people, but who doesnât express himself honestly, because heâs trying to manipulate the people and situations around him in order to maintain control at all times. I think nobody really knows who Kabru is deep inside, maybe not even Kabru himself, so a remote, hostile, icy mountain thatâs hard to climb seems like an extremely appropriate name.Â
Some of the oldest English sources I found regarding Kabru suggest that Kabru isnât the correct local name for the mountain (a common problem in early Himalayan exploration by Europeans) and might just be a descriptor, or that itâs a misspelling.Â
This makes the name seem even more appropriate, since Kuiâs told us Kabruâs true name is unknown. Itâs possible that Kabru was a place-name or a descriptor that Milsiril (Kabruâs elven foster mother) was given when she picked up a traumatized 7 year old Kabru, and she just started using it as his name, and that even he doesnât remember his real name thanks to his severe trauma.
The fact that people in the real world canât seem to agree on the mountain Kabruâs name, or what it means, reminds me of the running gag of Laios repeatedly getting Kabruâs name wrong in the manga.
"All the people near the Kabru massif call it 'Kaboor'." (The Alpine Journal, 1921-22 Volume 34, Edited by George Yeld and J. P. Farrar) âIt is also said that the name applies to a peak close to Kinchinjunga on the southeast, and not to the peak known to Europeans as Kabru⌠[The real name is] Pahung Ri [Pauhunri].â (Appendix I: Place Names in Darjeeling. The appendix says it was âcompiled mainly from an article written by Colonel Waddell and published in the Journal of the Asiatic Society of Bengal (Vol. LX, part I, 1891)â) âKangchen is a Tibetan name⌠the Sikkhimese use it as the name for the peak called Kabru by Europeans.â (Charles Bell, Dyhrenfurth's Himalaya (Berlin, 1931)) â...Kyabru or the horn of protection. The name is⌠Kabur⌠possibly a corruption of Kangbur or the swelling of snow; it might also mean the white swelling (kar-bur).â (Appendix I: Place Names in Darjeeling.) âKabru literally means the 'White Avalanche' peak (Ka means 'white' and bru means 'avalanche').â (Kabru - Mountain of the Gods, Major A. Abbey, Himalayan Journal 52, 1996, editor Harish Kapadia)
Iâve seen one other mountaineering article cite the âwhite avalancheâ meaning, and I think itâs plausible since the Appendix says it can mean âwhite swellingâ or âswelling of snowâ, which may very well be a literal translation for âwhite avalancheâ.Â
WHAT ABOUT UTAYA? IS THAT INDIAN TOO?
Utaya means âraisedâ or âupliftedâ in Hindi, but itâs also a real village and a Japanese boyâs name.
Utaya (ăŚăżă¤) is the name of the village that Kabru was raised in before his mother died and he was adopted by the elf Milsiril. Utaya is located in the southeast of the Western Continent. Itâs worth noting that Kabru probably wasnât born in Utaya, since his mother had to flee from her home to keep Kabru alive, so Utaya may be some distance away from his birth place⌠Not so far that a woman with a newborn baby couldnât survive the trip, but far enough that her husbandâs family gave up on chasing her. So Kabru was probably born in a close-by area.
In the real world, Utaya (Yakut: ĐŁŃаКа) is in an extremely rural and isolated area with a population of less than a hundred people. Itâs located in the Sakha Republic, which is in the Northeastern part of Asia in the Russian Federation. The Yakut/Sakha are a Siberian Turkic people. Â
The Turkic peoples are a collection of diverse ethnic groups of West, Central, East, and North Asia as well as parts of Europe, who speak Turkic languages.Â
Early and medieval Turkic groups exhibited a wide range of both East Asian and West-Eurasian physical appearances and genetic origins, in part through long-term contact with neighboring peoples such as Iranian, Mongolic, Tocharian, Uralic/Yeniseian peoples, and others. Turkic peoples share, to varying degrees, non-linguistic characteristics like cultural traits, ancestry from a common gene pool, and historical experiences.Â
JAPANESE MEANINGS FOR UTAYA
Utaya can be a Japanese boyâs name with several different meanings, depending on which kanji itâs spelled with. In most of the spellings: Poetry, sing a poem, singing, compose poetry
In many of the spellings: The place where the sun shines, it's been a long time, distant, big, to shoot with a bow, to swear, affirmation, question.
The Utaya disaster happened a long time ago.
If Utaya is up in the mountains above the clouds itâs a place where the sun shines brightly.
 Kabru has sworn to himself that he will prevent another Utaya tragedy from happening.
In only a few of the spellings: to mend, feathers, wings, a word for counting birds and rabbits, sort them out, washing with water to separate the good from the bad, roof, house with a roof, a world covered with a big sky, infinite space, song that praises the Buddha, Eight.
Counting birds and rabbits makes me think of divination and also that the people of Utaya were like little birds and rabbits (small prey animals) to the monsters that devoured them.
Separating the good and the bad could hint to the âjudgmentâ of Utaya and the greed of its people that led to their downfall, also sorting through things to separate good and bad is something thatâs done with food and other resources.
The Himalayan region is often referred to as the âroof of the worldâ, with a big open sky above it.Â
The infinite could refer to the dimension the demon comes from, or to the sky above the mountains.Â
Buddhism is a common religion in the Himalayan region, and eight has auspicious connotations in Buddhism.Â
With all that in mind, Utaya as a name for Kabruâs home village is an interesting choice, and adds another layer to his origins, maybe suggesting not just North Indian/Himalayan, but Central or North Asian cultural influence as well.Â
It is also possible that the name is just telling us that Utaya is âupâ in the mountains, or that it was âupliftedâ by the wealth of the dungeon, or even that Kabru was âraisedâ there⌠The Japanese name meanings are also extremely fascinating and hint at similar ideas, as well as the tragedy that happened to Utaya.
WHY ELSE DO YOU THINK KABRU AND UTAYA ARE HIMALAYAN?
In the real world, the Himalayan mountain range is an extremely popular tourist destination, and the amount of people who want to visit and attempt to climb the mountains far outpaces the local ability to support it. This makes me think of the dungeon of Utaya and how people overcrowded it in their desire to conquer and exploit it.Â
Dungeons as an unsustainable way for locals to make a living that leads to the destruction of their homes when the dungeon inevitably collapses is a major plot point in Dungeon Meshi, so I think the parallel is likely intentional. Characters often talk about someone âconqueringâ the dungeon, and âconquerâ is also the terminology commonly used for climbing a mountain. This terminology obviously has a hostile, imperialist subtext in the real world, since itâs most commonly used by outsiders talking about proving their strength by climbing a mountain.
Also, there are local legends in the areas surrounding Mt. Kabru that there is a valley of immortality hidden on its slopes, which reminds me of the way that the dungeons can grant conditional immortality to the people inside of them.
This image of Utaya could be showing us a village built on a mountainside. The house shapes seem a bit more Middle Eastern than Nepali/Indian, but itâs not a detailed drawing and the roof styles are a mix of flat and peaked.
CULTURE
In the Daydream Hour sketchbook, Ryoko Kui included a small comic about characters sharing desserts from their home countries. A young Kabru is shown enthusiastically trying to share an unnamed sweet, and he is interrupted by his elven foster mother, who insists he present a type of elven cake instead. We know that Kabru hates this type of cake, and he seems disappointed to have to eat it and talk about it.
The white balls in Kabruâs dessert are very likely meant to be an Indian sweet called rasgulla (literally "syrup filled ball"). Rasgulla are a dessert popular in the eastern part of South Asia, made from ball-shaped dumplings of chhena dough, cooked in light sugar syrup. While it is near-universally agreed upon that the dessert originated in the eastern Indian subcontinent, the exact origin is disputed. Rasgulla are as culturally important to the Bengal and Odisha regions of India as Parmesan cheese is to the region of Parma in Italy. Â
Rasgulla are also popular in Nepal, where they are called rasbari.Â
KABRUâS PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Kabru is one of several characters in Dungeon Meshi with clearly non-European features: he has brown skin and thick black/dark brown curly hair. He has almond-shaped eyes with long, dark lashes (fans like to joke that heâs wearing eyeliner). All of these are traits common to people from the Indian subcontinent. His blue eyes are not common for someone with his skin/hair color, but blue or green eyes are not unheard of in that region either.Â

(Indian man with blue eyes)
Blue or light eyes are often a cause for discrimination, like what Kabru experienced as a child. More on this in a moment.
Kabru is 5â7â (170cm) tall, which is short for a Northern European man (180), tall for a Nepali man (162cm), but close to the average height of Indian men (177cm). He has a slender build, which is also common for Asian people in general, and South Asian men in particular.
Compared to the European-looking tall-men in Dungeon Meshi (such as Laios, Falin, Delgal, Marcilleâs father), Kabruâs facial features look more like the other Asian characters, such as Toshiro and his party.Â
CAN DARK-SKINNED PEOPLE HAVE BLUE EYES?
Yes. Light-colored eyes are very uncommon in parts of the world where most people have dark eyes, since dark eyes are a dominant trait in real-world human beings. That means that in order for two parents with dark eyes to have a child with light eyes, both parents need to have a recessive light-eyes gene (or for there to be an illness or genetic mutation), and thatâs rare in populations that donât have a lot of light-eyed people to begin with.  Â
THEN WHY DO SO MANY DARK-SKINNED CHARACTERS HAVE BLUE EYES?
Anime and manga often give characters with dark skin light colored eyes instead of allowing them to have brown or black eyes, which is much more common in real life. Itâs a hurtful design trope that makes many readers feel that their natural dark eyes are somehow ugly or inferior to blue eyes.
This trope is used over and over again by authors who want their characters to look âcoolâ and âexoticâ, and for their eyes to be high-contrast to make it easier to show their emotions.
I donât think this is what Ryoko Kui is doing in Dungeon Meshi.Â
UNREALISTIC HAIR AND EYE COLOR COMBOS IN ANIME
In a lot of anime/manga, blue eyes (regardless of skin color) donât actually mean anything in the narrative, in the same way characters having green or pink hair doesnât mean anything, the colors are non-diegetic, they donât actually exist in the world, like the music that plays in the background without an on-screen source.Â
Itâs an artistic shorthand to make characters visually stand out, instead of giving them all black hair and eyes like most real-life Japanese people⌠Which is what most anime/manga characters are meant to be: Japanese people.Â
Dungeon Meshi has a large cast of characters that are explicitly meant to be non-Japanese. We know this because thereâs a group of characters that are Japanese, and theyâre drawn differently from everyone else, they wear ethnically Japanese clothing, and have ethnically Japanese names.Â
Unlike other series, where eye and hair color donât mean anything, Dungeon Meshi has no unrealistic skin, hair, or eye color combinations.Â
(Except for the elves, who seem to have different genetics than real world-humans. Iâll get into that another time.)
Ryoko Kui must be aware of the dark skin, blue-eyes design trope, because if she gave Kabru blue eyes just because she thought it looked good, surely she would have made some of the other Asian or dark-skinned characters have light eyes. Out of 9 Asian or dark-skinned tall-man characters, Kabru is the only one with blue eyes.
Kabru having light-colored eyes is central to his story, and Kui talks about it.
KABRUâS STORY AND WHY HIS BLUE EYES MATTER
Kabruâs father and his family tried to kill Kabru when he was born because he had blue eyes. Kabruâs mother ran away, and ended up raising Kabru by herself in Utaya. She didnât try to return home to her own birth family, but instead struggled to raise a child completely on her own with no money or support, which implies she had no other options, due to the fear people of their region have for people with blue eyes.
This is a real thing that used to happen frequently in areas where most of the population has dark eyes, and it still happens to this day.
In a realistic story, this is logically what would happen to a character with dark skin born with blue eyes in a place like the Utaya region. Itâs rare for manga or anime to show dark-skinned blue-eyed characters facing this.Â
WHAT IS THE âEVIL EYEâ?

The âevil eyeâ is a supernatural belief in a curse brought about by a person looking at you. The belief in the evil eye has existed since prehistory, as long as 5,000 years ago. It is estimated that around 40% of the modern world's population believes in the evil eye. This concept is most common across the Mediterranean, the Balkans, the Middle East, and Central and South Asia, areas where light-colored eyes are uncommon.Â
In areas where light-colored eyes are rare, people with green eyes, and especially blue eyes, are thought to bestow the curse, intentionally or unintentionally. Just one look from a blue-eyed person is often considered enough to inflict a curse.
One of the most famous and widespread talismans against the evil eye is the nazar, a glass amulet featuring concentric circles in dark blue, white, light blue and black. Itâs supposed to âbounceâ the curse away from the wearer.Â
HOW DOES THIS APPLY TO KABRU?

Imagine Kabru growing up in a village surrounded by people wearing and hanging talismans that look like his eyes, because the people around him think blue eyes are evil. They call his mother a witch for birthing him, and a whore because she doesnât have a husband. Imagine parents forbidding their children from playing with or even talking to Kabru. People crossing the street to get away from him, or chasing him away by throwing rocks.
I think the reason young Kabru was able to learn how to speak some kobold is likely because he was so heavily ostracized by the other tall-men around him, the only children he could occasionally interact with in Utaya were kobolds, who might not share the same cultural superstitions that the tall-man do.Â
This childhood trauma, combined with Kabruâs experience of the dungeon collapse in Utaya, and being raised by an elf that treated him more like a pet than a human being, set Kabru up as a character who has never had a home where he belongs. He has been an outsider from the instant he was born, and every place he has lived treats him as an âother.â
To his fatherâs family, he was a curse. To his mother, although she loved him, he was a burden. To the people of Utaya, he was a monster. To the elves, heâs a tall-man baby (no matter how old he gets) with funny looking eyes, to the people on Merini Island, heâs a foreigner from the West with elven ways and education.Â
CONCLUSION
I wanted to write this because I know some people will see Kabru in the anime for the first time today and think "Oh, another dark skinned blue eyed character! This is a bad character design that is evidence that the author is racist at worst or ignorant at best.â And I donât think thatâs a fair assessment of Ryoko Kuiâs work in Dungeon Meshi.
This isnât to say that Ryoko Kui has never done anything wrong, or that her work couldnât be more inclusive, or that thereâs no way in which she could improve.Â
But there are pages and pages of artwork sheâs done that shows she cares about these issues, and I think itâs worth celebrating when someone makes that kind of effort with their artwork.
ANYWAYâŚ
If youâve read this far, youâre very strong hahaha. I hope you enjoyed this essay. Iâll be publishing more soon when I finish my Dungeon Meshi research on the names and cultures of all the characters. Wish me luck!
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YOUR HEART'S GOT TEETH

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he grins a little, rueful. âyouâd do it, wouldnât you? sink that dagger in my heart, if it came down to it.â you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. his stare weighs on the small droplet, one curled finger tilting up your chin. âwould you want me to do it?â his thumb pressed down on your lower lip. your heart skips a beat. âit has to be you,â he mutters.
wc: 4.4k, part one out of two (smut in part 2).
tw: blood and gore, betrayal, reader's a former black widow because crossovers are neat, natasha romanoff mentioned, canon typical violence, teasing, close proximity, kissing (dubcon? reader's into it but conflicted), unresolved sexual tension

somebody is insistently poking your cheek. you frown and burrow yourself in the source of warmth on your left. another poke, pointer finger a little harsher, brushing the cheekbone left bare by your mask. you groan and open a bleary eye. the sun blinds you. dick grayson is smiling down at you.Â
âwake up, sleepyhead.â
you groan. bury yourself back in that heavenly warmth and feel a hint of heat creeping up your neck when you realise itâs his shoulder youâve been snuggling against.
âtold you not to wake me up unless an apocalypse started.â
contrite silence.
you raise your head, eyes squinting suspiciously, sleep-induced drowsiness vanishing. dick has a tense little smile on his lips. matter of fact, the entire living room is tense, as sunlight-bathed it may be. you catch sight of a frowning damian and a glimpse of red- oh, hell. if jasonâs there, too, shit is about to hit the fan, hard . you groan again, mumbling against the coldness of kevlar.
âwhy does this type of thing happen exclusively when iâm on a day offââÂ
âyou donât have days off, crow.â
you look up at dick, wounded.
ârub it in, will you?â
in hindsight, you shouldâve expected it. crows are a bad omen, and ever since you took that moniker for your vigilante persona, misfortuneâs been hot on your heels. then again, itâs been trailing you for a while.Â
(lights out. the burning weight of a gun in your hands. feet aching from the imprint left by pointe shoes. the cooling body of your sister. the cold, satisfied gaze of one of the many handlers roaming these halls.)
misfortune and death have followed you ever since you were a child. so when batman â uncowled, frowning, tired â tells you about the dead rising, youâre barely phased. still, dread sips in your core, a heavy weight, cold and ominous. he talks about bodies, drained of blood. barry, dead. barry. speedster. how the hellâ
âthe league is compromised,â he continues, absently fiddling with a vial.Â
alfred settles besides you, calm and composed, the epitome of british phlegmatism, pouring you coffee. the situation must be dire indeed, if he consents to brew coffee out of all things. still, you take it, downing the cup like itâs the last one youâll ever get. youâll need it, with how sluggish youâve been lately, patrol after patrol piling up on your shoulders.
âwhat makes you think we arenât?â you ask, wary.Â
batman looks at you, eyes like steel.
âthe holy water in your beverages would have killed you.â
you tilt your head.
âi assume you did research on ye olden vampire folklore and found it all to be true?â
âyes.â
âoh, naturally.â
damian may or may not have thrown his hot chocolate in your face upon learning it was laced with holy water. you dodge, dickâs chest rumbling with laughter as you do, warm and steady and safe and â god, get a grip, crow.
you bask in lethal sunlight, cross in hand, because sanctity repels the corrupt. you wonder if you should tell batman that trying is no use. if they got to barry, the league is done for. one of them would have turned the others. even clark â
dick grins, spinning the cross between two long, slender fingers. you follow the motion, gaze lingering on the blue stripes stretching from collarbone to fingertips.Â
âi guess the stakes are pretty high, huh?â
you roll your eyes and slap at dickâs chest with a low hiss of: âfocusâ. a little fond. softer than the killing machine youâve been molded into. your heart skips a beat when he grins back at you, hip nudging yours.Â
you think itâs good to see them all here. no matter what, as sure as the sun will rise, they remain somewhat of a constant in your life. batman has back up plans upon back up plans. you should be fine. you will be. so why are you so on edge?
(he feels it, the way your heart hammers in your chest, hummingbird-fast. hears the pulse of it, a trembling little thing. had he been lesser, he wouldâve wanted to cradle it close, cup it in the warm expanse of his palms.
as it is, his heart is cold and his hunger monstrous.)

the streets of gotham are as familiar as the motions you go through each morning, a well-loved path. above, mother moon bleeds red.
you patrol, because itâs the only thing that can take your edge off, and desperately wish for a miracle. itâs foolish, you know. lucifer may be lazing about indolently in hell, you may have stared into the eyes of the reaper on one strange occasion, but you donât believe in god.
nietzscheâs words echo in your head, broken, outdated record crackling back to life. god is dead. god remains dead. and we have killed him.
at his feet, a vampire. dead.
you wonder how to kill what canât be killed. omnipotent. omnipresent. omniscient. you slide down a beaten down wall, silent as a shadow, and catch a split-second glimpse of red, stake deadly in strong, murder-wrought hands.
this is crime alley, and here is its protector, the bloodsoaked prince of gotham himself. red hood.
how shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?Â
you meet his gaze through the opaque lenses of his domino mask and keep patrolling. higher and higher, wind sharp in your ears, gliding against the steel feathers woven in your shoulders, over your arms. neon lights slide off the dead white of your eyes, your half-mask a faceless, dead thing.
what was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us?Â
there was something about holding that cross in your bared palm, the glove tucked in your utility belt. the heavy weight of it, the cold silver stark against your skin. salvation incarnate in a godless world, and you desperately want something to go right for a change, because fuck murphyâs law and everything it entails.
a blur in your peripheral. sharp, hungry. well-oiled machine, you dig your stake between the third and fourth rib and watch as flames engulf him. it. what was once a living, breathing human being before fangs tore off his throat, before his dying breath choked on a mouthful of blood.
blood doesnât spill on your hands. you feel its warmth nevertheless.Â
who will wipe this blood off you?
the voice in your hand sounds like your handler. cold. sharp. unforgiving. youâre gonna carry that weight, raw guilt on your palms for all the lives you have taken.Â
footsteps, lithe and graceful as a swan.
âremind me not to get on your bad side.â
nightwing leans against the wall, the neon of aircraft warning lights bleeding red on his frame. half in the shadows, half burned in flames. you offer a tentative smile, tucking away your bloodied stake.Â
âi donât think iâll ever turn my blade on you.â
he hums, skipping towards you, impossibly fluid.Â
âwhich one would you use, if you had no choice?â he breathes, inches away from you.
itâs at his throat before you know it. a sharp, deadly thing. he recognises it, the long, narrow blade you stumbled across in a bidding. misĂŠricorde â a blade used for mercy kills. his fingers trail down your wrist, finding the junction where your glove and sleeve meets. the pad of them presses on your inner wrist, reaching for your pulse.
âyou flatter me, crow. picking the dagger i gifted you?â
gone is the metronome heartbeat you assume on patrol, the one thatâs been drilled into you upon countless hours of practice, the one that had your sisters put down like dogs for failing to keep. your pulse hammers, radial artery stuttering under his thumb. he feels it, you know, despite the kevlar.Â
âdo me a favour, blue.â you sheathe it back with your free hand, the blade disappearing in the confines of your suit. âdonât make me use it.â
donât get bitten, you want to beg. donât put me in a position in which your blood will stain my hands, too.
he grins a little, rueful.
âyouâd do it, wouldnât you? sink that dagger in my heart, if it came down to it.â
you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. his stare weighs on the small droplet, one curled finger tilting up your chin.Â
âwould you want me to do it?â
his thumb pressed down on your lower lip. your heart skips a beat.
âit has to be you,â he mutters.
you cannot see his eyes. only stare at the milky-white concealing atlantic blue, that perfect shade. it unnerves you, perhaps.Â
âi thought you and babs-â
he grins, amused.
âno.â
oh .
âiâm sorry.â
youâre not. some awful, gleeful little part of you is grinning, sharp and bloody. yours . yours to keep, to ensnare in your pretty little web, to covet and cherish âÂ
a split-second reckoning. youâre no black widow. not since he came along, not since he helped you. youâre crow. sharp, deadly, trying to be better than what they molded you into. maybe youâre too late. maybe youâre the sand at the bottom half of that dreadful red hourglass. maybe â
âyouâre thinking too much.â
your coms sparkle to life.
you blink. heâs close . you didnât even see him move . maybe heâs always been there, half a step away from you, impeccably warm in the cool gothamite night. something like fight or flight settles in your bones, adrenaline rising before a fight, body electric, brushing against his. oh.Â
oh .
you can feel his breath dusting your cheek, the way he curves into you, drawing closer and closer, two halves of a whole. his nose brushes your jaw, gently nuzzling against you.
you let out something like a strangled whine, raw and aching, his hand trailing up your side, brushing against your ribs as though reaching for the heart beneath. he smiles, abyss-deep.Â
âhead back to base. now.â
you part. his thumb lingers on your lip, wiping away the small droplet of blood. you disappear in the shadows without a sound. youâre cold.
(he licks his finger clean and shudders, eyes rolling back behind his mask. his smile cuts through the night.)
you donât bother flicking the lights back on in your living room. merely slip inside through your open window and scratch under your catâs chin as you make a beeline towards your fridge. thereâs still leftover curry in it. some divine pasta dish dick whipped up the last time he came here â maybe you should finish that.Â

you shoot him a quick text. a picture of the plated dish, captioned: âdo i get to kiss the cook?â youâre fishing around in your drawer for cutlery when you see it. a glimpse of gold. you sigh, shoulders heaving as you get your plate from the microwave, grabbing the cat on your way. nero rewards you with minimal wriggling and a few gray hairs on your suit.Â
âgood evening to you too, diana.â
she seeps out of the dark, shadow-fluid, with the grace of a predator. her lips flash red in the dim lighting of your kitchen, golden flecks from the street lights shimmering on her bracelets.
âi come in peace.â
you push forward your plate in a silent invitation. she raises an amused eyebrow, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. relaxed. non-threatening. it doesnât fool you. her kind is faster than yours. sheâd break your neck before youâd finish blinking.
âi assume you want to turn me.â
âthat honour doesnât belong to me.â
you take back your plate and dig in, wary. your cat climbs on your shoulders. the only thing between you and the apex predator of a warrior in front of you is the dinner table. somehow, you doubt ikeaâs eikedalen table would hold her back that long.
âwhy are you here?â
she smiles. it cuts through the penumbra. you see the faint outline of her fangs in the shadows. something in you breaks a little.
âour king wants to see you.â
you swallow your mouthful of pasta. divinity never tasted this bitter. you file away the information. the vampires abide by a strict hierarchy. their monarchâs word is law. he â male, faster, stronger â wants to see you. unharmed and willing â otherwise she would have knocked you out and dragged you to him.Â
blink and your thoughts are clear and your mind wary. you gesture to your pasta with your fork.
âmind if i finish this?â
exasperation flashes in her eyes.
âdo go on. we have all night.â
you donât. sheâs tense, in a way that has nothing to do with rigor mortis. her fingers dig in the skin of her bicep, hard. her claws leave small indents. they donât draw blood. vampires can harm their own flesh. good to know .Â
your plate is half-finished. you take your time. mouthful after mouthful, eating quietly, mind running faster than light. you hum to yourself, adding a bit of parmesan cheese.Â
âwhatâs next?â
she looks at you. her eyes are red. you want to claw out your own, reach under the glassy orbs of your half mask, shatter them and dig to forget that sight.
âthe world will be ours.â
you hum. twirl your fork around, the spaghetti wrapping around it.Â
âi assume weâll be used as cattle.â
she grins.
âclever girl.â
you stand. wash your plate. place it in the dish rack. stroke your catâs fur absently. as you bury your face in his fur, nuzzling his head, you have the sinking feeling youâre not going to see him for a good long while. diana rolls her eyes.
â sentiment .â it sounds like a curse. âcome, now. youâve made him wait enoughââ
she chokes on your blade. four others join, sinking in undead flesh, pinning her to the wall. you creep closer, stake in hand.
âhavenât you heard? the stakes are high.â
youâre about to sink the stake in her heart when youâre seized in a flash of brilliant green - green lantern. you snarl. he laughs.
âcanât believe she gave you trouble. why didnât you restrain her arms?â
you donât need your arms to spit in his face. and you laugh and laugh when it does land.Â
crack. your head slams against the wall. when diana grabs you by the hair, youâre grinning, all sharp teeth and bloody gums.
âcareful. not sure you king would want me harmed.â
diana prowls towards them, enticing, a charming lilt to her voice. they come in peace, she says, making no move for her weapon. you doubt youâd see her move if she did. then again, as she is now, she is the weapon.
they track down batman and his bats to an empty warehouse. you see it. the thrill of the chase. how one drop of his blood leads them straight to him, shark-fast. the realisation sinks into you harsher than green lanternâs claws do.
you never stood a chance.
you shift in his grip with a groan. right shoulder dislocated. bruised ribs. youâll get to live until youâre brought before their king.Â
you catch sight of dick and your shoulders sag in relief. heâs unharmed. you shift. you just need hal to break focus before you strikeâÂ
âunhand her,â dick growls, fist tightening around one escrima stick, electricity crackling in the air. â now. â
green lantern grins. youâre all but thrown into dickâs chest. you hiss, your shoulder aching as you meet the warmth of him. his arms wrap around you, his lips brushing your forehead, where blood slowly dries from where youâve been thrown against the wall of your own living room. you hear a low rumble in his chest and melt a little, nevermind the two vampires waiting with bated breath.
a soft whisper as dick steadies you, fingers wrapped firmly around your arm.
âare you all right, crow?â
you wince, drawing a sharp breath as the motion jostles your shoulder in its socket. it snaps back in place with a sickening crack.
âpeachy.â
green lantern has been weaving sweet promises, stepping closer to batman. barryâs death? an accident . that absolute bastard.Â
âthink of all you could accomplish as a human, as a god,â he says, the green lantern suit a mockery of what his corps stand for. âall you could do for humankind and vampirekind.âÂ
oh, and heâs awfully tempting about it. batman is a symbol wrapped in mortal flesh. bruce would need a successor to uphold his mission. but this? them ? they could grant him an immortality spent helping . no more aging. no more worrying about who would take the cowl.Â
(you wonât have to hold dick together as he takes himself apart donning that blasted mantle. being batman hadnât done him good. you saw it in his eyes, the light slowly dimming, that perpetual frown.)
batman shifts in his gait.
âno.â
all hell breaks loose. theyâre fast . but youâve managed to catch diana off-guard â look at you, innocent and relaxed, boa constrictor on the loose, ready to pounce and kill.Â
blood.
itâs over.
youâre done fighting for your life, the two vampires burning away courtesy of a trap laid by batmanâs handywork. hal is the first to go, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. dianaâs screaming. one moment you let out a relieved breath as batman answers his com. the next, you watch as his chest bursts open, an open palm cradling his heart. he falls.Â
and dick is laughing. he laughs and laughs, head thrown back, beautiful and terrible as he tosses bruceâs still-beating heart aside, blood dripping down his fingers, fangs glinting sharp. he brings his bloodsoaked fingers to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick the blood. it drips down his plush lips, down his chin, trickles down to his adam apple.
your own heart is beating out of your chest, an erratic little rhythm. fight. flight.Â
freeze.
he leers at his mentorâs corpse, lips stretched in a lazy grin, head thrown back, heady with power.
âi wish i could have turned you, but even if i had, i still never could have trusted you.â
black batâs scream breaks your heart.
(the cold barrel of a gun pressed against your head. your sister staring you down, green eyes cold, hair the shade of your blood.Â
âthey will put you down like a dog if you donât fight.â)
you throw yourself in the fray.
itâs a slaughterhouse, diana shattering your wrist, sending your stake flying, red robinâs skull crushed on the ground, black bat lays limp and broken, and damian â fangs sink in his neck and you watch as dick feasts . a sick warmth settles in your core. you blame it on the fury boiling hot in your veins.Â
âgo, hood,â you bark, blocking one of dianaâs strikes, feather-blade slashing through the tendons of her wrist, talosâ law. âtake cass to green arrow.â
doesnât matter if you fight, spider shedding out her crow husk, you will die here, because if dick has no mercy for his brother, he wonât have any to spare for you. damian gurgles weakly on the ground, and you watch as dick slices his wrist with his fangs and let the blood pour in his gaping mouth.
jason slips something in your hand. a flashbang. you smirk.
âdonât die.â
âwill do. now go! â
red hood does. falls back with green arrow and alfred, black batâs unconscious body cradled in his arms. he shoots you a glance as you narrowly evade dianaâs claws, the sharpness of them drawing a fine streak of blood on your cheek.Â
and then itâs only you, him and the sharp, sharp edge of your blade.Â
his hand brushes your shoulder, the dislocated one. fingers firmly clamping down on it. you scream, head thrown back. his nose meets your skull, cracks. heâs laughing, a low chuckle that has his chest rumbling behind your back. he pulls you close, arms wrapped around your waist, nose brushing the crook of your neck.
âgive up,â he purrs. âi was always better than them, and now iâm god-like.â
you squirm, black dancing at the edges of your vision, pain eating away at your consciousness, sharp and vicious. you canât use your left arm. fuck .
think. youâre not dead yet. he doesnât want you dead.Â
you need time. you need to get damian out of here. the simplest plans are the best, so you tilt your head back, revealing a sliver of your neck, the thin crimson stripe on your cheek. dick hums, craning back your neck until itâs just short of painful. your mask is cracking, revealing one bloodied eye, half-lidded.Â
(âspin your web.â)
âare you in need of worshippers, my king?â you breathe, low and croaked.Â
his grip tightens on your hip, spinning you around in a mock waltz until youâre facing him, your hand splaying on his torso, the kevlar still soaked from bruceâs blood. he laughs, low and so very pleased. you think youâve never seen something as beautiful as he is now, dark and bloody and terrible, cradling you against his sharp edges like something infinitely precious.
âi need a queen.â
his tongue laps at your cheek. your breath hitches, fingers flexing by your side, and you melt against him, a warm little puddle of desire, finding safety in the wolf-maw of your demise. he shudders against you, lips pressed against your skin, fingers digging in the meat of your hips.Â
you reach for him. he obliges, mouth slotting against yours, hot and heavy. you taste blood. damianâs. bruceâs. yours. he nips at your lip and you let out a startled little gasp, desperate for purchase, something to ground yourself with. you find only him, so you cup the back of his neck. his tongue slips in your mouth, and he moans at the taste of you, pulling you closer, closerâŚÂ
you want to drown in him you realise. you want him to ruin you.Â
for you, heâll have mercy.
he grunts, staggers back, surprised. thereâs a dagger protruding from his chest. misĂŠricorde. youâre already by damian when diana makes a move for you. a bang. a flash.
they topple seats of power. the white house, blasted away by the last son of krypton. they burn the life-giving forests and jungles to the ground.Â
when the vampire king opens his eyes; youâre gone.

they kill the sun so thereâs no dawn for justice.
the war is over before it even has time to begin.Â
you part ways with jason and damian.Â
âhe will want his brothers by his side.â you sigh, leaning back against a beaten down alleyway in a no-name city. âmight as well make the chase trickier for him.â
damian frowns; eyes redder than the lifeblood heâs lost.
âwhat of you?â
you smile, rueful.
dick circles you; steps silent on the floor of the beaten down warehouse you call your refuge. the nightwing suit is still soaked in his fatherâs blood.
âhe wants a queen.â

his eyes are red. you want to weep
âwhy so sad?â he croons. âiâm here, am i not?â
he tilts your chin with one long finger. these damned fingerstripes have your mouth watering, even now. something tells you he knows it. relishes it. he shouldnât be so warm. not when his heart is decaying in his ribcage. his nose brushes yours, his smile softening by a fraction.
âjoin me, darling.âÂ
your heart skips a beat at the pet name. you remain stubbornly silent.Â
his fangs lightly graze your neck, his breath warm on your skin. a low chuckle. you despise him, he knows. yet⌠yet here you are. bloody, bruised, leaning into his touch like you used to after patrol, when he was the one to patch you up in his flat, fingers lingering on your nape, your shoulders, your collarbones. days long gone.
âcome onâŚâ he purrs. âdonât make me beg.â
you reel back. wrench yourself from his embrace with a quiet desperation that surprises even you. heâs a threat. you must kill him. this is no different than any of the contracts youâve ever had.
â stop ,â you beg.
he raises an eyebrow.
âwhy should i? youâve missed me. ached for me. have done so for years.â he leans closer, words sharper than the blade strapped to your thigh. âdonât think i didnât feel your eyes on me when i was with babs.â
you growl.Â
âyou killed her. killed them all. why? â
he shrugs, the movement impossibly fluid.Â
âas much as i longed for our family to reign by my side, i would never have been able to trust them.â
âwhat makes you think you can trust me?â
he laughs at that. low and warm and rich, in all ways dick grayson but not. not quite. he prowls closer to you, cornering you until youâre pressed up against the wall. heâs warm and broad and youâve missed him. thereâs an edge to him, finally bare to the world, one youâve only seen when you first met him when he was working under slade. you might get cut. maybe you want to bleed for him.
your fingers dig in his hair, impossibly soft under your skin. you bury your nose in his neck, where his pulse should be, and find none. you let out a trembling sigh.
âi hate you.â
dick tilts his head, dark locks brushing your cheek. his lips are inches away from yours. you feel the ghost of a smile on your mouth.
âyouâll come around.â
you wake up in cold sweat with the phantom warmth of his lips on yours. dread settles in your core. somethingâs wrong. years of training kick in â breathe in; out; focus on your heart, settle for a metronome pulse to hide your fear. the air bears the scent of decay and everything rotten; an all-consuming wrongness seeping in earthâs core.Â
youâre surrounded. there may be many of them, there may only be one â him â doesnât matter. you wonât be able to escape without them noticing. youâre trapped.Â
all exits are blocked. you didnât have the time to dig an escape tunnel. hiding is not an option. youâre down to three stakes. half the steel feathers on your suits are gone â lost to the fray. your head is spinning from lack of proper food, your hands stained with cracked blood â yours and that of the few vampires stupid enough to cross you.
you rise.
âcome in, i know youâre here.â
a blade at your throat. long; sharp and thin.
âyouâre coming with me.â he smiles down at you, almost tender. "my queen."
he doesnât turn you. doesnât force you to sink your teeth in him the way heâd do to you. doesnât force you to consume the lifeblood of him, to consume him. no, he holds the blade above your heart with a predatory nonchalance. youâre frozen, his torso pressed against your back, arm tightly wrapped around your waist.
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pairings: lewis hamilton x driver!reader
warnings: LEWIS GOING TO FERRARI !!!!!! also there is swearing in this.
author's note: i have finally risen from the death. gzd is back, baby!
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The knocking on his apartment door confused Lewis, not expecting anyone that day. He walked over to the front, and looked through the peephole, frowning at the sight of his younger colleague.
He opened the door. ''Y/N? Hey, how are yo-''
The young woman didn't spare him a glance, walking right past him. ''You are going to fucking Ferrari?!'' She exclaimed, her eyes wide.
Lewis stood there, momentarily stunned, as Y/N breezed past him into his home. He quickly closed the door, while shushing her. ''How do you know about that? How did you even get into the building? I didn't buzz you in.''
''Nico's daughter did, but that's not the point.'' She brushed his latter question off.
''Y/N, she's six.'' He stated, hoping his fellow driver was joking.
''Don't switch topics! You're going to Ferrari, it's actually true?'' She continued probing, absolutely in disbelief about the news she had received.
The man sighed, glancing around as if someone else was there that would be able to hear them. ''Yeah, in 2025.'' Lewis confirmed.
''Oh my fucking GodâŚ'' Y/N slowly sank down on his couch, in shock at the news of him leaving Mercedes the following season. ''Lewis, this is huge.''
He carefully nodded. ''How do you know this? I've barely told anyone, not even Toto knows.'' There had been a permanent frown on his face the moment she knocked on his door.
She smirked. ''Sorry, my sources stay with me.''
Lewis narrowed his eyes at her. ''I won't tell anyone. I'm excellent at keeping secrets.'' The Brit grinned.
''Yeah, clearly.'' Y/N teasingly scoffed, receiving a light push from the World Champion. ''But, dude, this is massive!''
The World Champion simply chuckled at her response, loving the dramatics.
''Lewis, this is like Zayn leaving One Direction! Like when this news drops, everyone will remember where they were on the day that Lewis 'The Great' Hamilton joined Ferrari!'' Lewis just watched on as he let the woman deliver her monologue, enjoying himself.
''Does Nico know?'' She asked him, the face of the German suddenly popping into her mind.
He shook his head, laughing in confusion. ''No, why would he?''
She shrugged her shoulders. ''To rub it in his face, I don't know.''
Lewis chuckled, feeling a tension that always resurfaced whenever his former best friend's name was brought up. ''You're a funny girl.''
She leaned back on the couch, crossing her arms, still wearing that playful smirk. "Oh, come on! Picture this: you strolling into the Ferrari hospitality, shades on, and casually waving at Nico like, 'Hey mate, look where I landed.' That would be fucking epic.''
The Brit arched an eyebrow. ''I doubt he cares that much.''
Y/N's jaw dropped, exaggerating her response. ''Lewis, it's Britney we're talking about. The biggest yapper of all time. Of course he cares.''
Lewis burst into laughter at the ''yapping'' comment, unable to resist her infectious enthusiasm. ''Does Nico know you talk about him like this?''
She shot him a sly look. ''Maybe, maybe not. But I can just imagine all the articles already. Oh! Imagine he takes your Merc seat! Anything is possible at this point!''
He shook his head, but was still smiling. ''You're on the internet too much.''
''Okay, boomer, and you aren't on the internet enough.'' Y/N retorted.
Lewis raised an eyebrow, feigning offence. "Boomer? Seriously? I'm not that old.'' He gasped.
"Well, you're old in internet years, Lewis.'' She smiled, innocently.
''You're one insult away from being thrown out of my house.''
''Hey, Lewis.''Â
''Hey, Pierre. How are you doing?'' He greeted the younger man on the phone.Â
Lewis could hear him scratch his voice. ''So, Ferrari, huh?'' Pierre smirked.Â
''Not you too!'' The Brit exclaimed, sighing loudly, much to the Frenchman's amusement. ''Where did you get this from?'' He asked.Â
Pierre snickered. ''I can't tell you that.''Â
''It was Y/N, wasn't it?''Â
''YeahâŚ''Â
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DEBUNKING SOME MISCONCEPTIONS ABOUT RAFAYELâS LORE + THEORY
(may contain spoilers for rafayelâs myths âsea of golden sandâ and âforgotten seaâ, his main story branch âland of secret flamesâ, his third anecdote âsirenâs songâ and the memories âfragrant dreamâ and âyour fragranceâ)
⢠âlemuria was destroyed after the sea godâs ceremoryâ
this one is a very curious one to me since his myth explicitly states rafayel saved lemuria and the kingdom only sunk many years after his death
⢠ârafayel betrayed his people by choosing mc over lemuriaâ
ok, here is when i feel people get a little confused about what really happened with lemuria in the three different timelines (main story, forgotten sea and sea of golden sand)
i think itâs very complicated to take what we are presented in âsea of golden sandâ at face value since what we see in the âforgotten seaâ myth directly contradicts what we learn from it, for years lemurians believed mc stole the sea godâs heart in the coming-of-age ceremony what we know isnât true and rafayel was the one who offered his heart to her
the true is we donât know why the seas dried out, we donât even know if mc really has the sea godâs heart since the myth invites you to follow rafayelâs skeptical perception on lemurians legends
we arenât supposed to believe these legends, so we cannot really tell what rafayel did that angered the deep sea since, in âforgotten seaâ, we only have the mention of a lie rafayel told the deep sea to save both lemuria and mc
iâve seen many fans saying that rafayel is facing the consequences of his actions, however the main story lacks sufficient information about what happened to lemuria in that timeline, but one thing we can be sure of is that rafayel was just a child when it disappeared
claiming rafayel betrayed his people for mc isnât just a simplification of his personal conflict but isnât even canon accurate since not only he was just a little boy but the text clearly hints ever may be involved
⢠ârafayel had his scales and tail cut out by mcâ
i keep seeing this being thrown around as a âsad rafayel factâ and i donât know where people got it from
what i think happened is that people mixed information from two very different sources (rafayelâs âsiren songâ anecdote and the âfragrant dreamâ memory)
in his past, rafayel met a detective who is convinced heâs a merman seeking revenge after being deceived by a human woman, however, these claims are purely speculative and thereâs no evidence to support the idea that this actually happened in any timeline
thereâs also the 4 stars memory âfragrant dreamâ where mc has a dream in which she becomes a sea witch and rafayel appears to her in his merman form and requests a potion that would transform him into a human, the dream is heavily inspired by âthe little mermaidâ tale, making it difficult to fully discern which parts were merely a dream and which ones were based on real events
i personally believe it the dream could also be her brain processing trauma from when she was stuck as everâs lab rat since the âingredientsâ she asks rafayel are the same substances extracted from lemurians during the experiments and we know rafayel was also one of their victims
whatever the dream is complete or partially fictional, thereâs one thing we can be sure of: mc never harmed rafayel, heâs the one who offers his scales and blood to abyss witch mc to be used in the potion so he could turn her back into human
+ my interpretation of their bond
in âforgotten seaâ we learned that the bond serves two purposes: igniting the templeâs flame and allowing the sea god to access the tome of the sea god, where lemurian prophecies are recorded
since we know rafayel successfully ignited the flame and we saw him and mc using the bond to read the tome in both âsea of golden sandâ and his main story branch, we can only assume rafayel and mc concluded the ceremony that day, they are bound, mc is the sea godâs follower
but then, what happened to anger the deep sea?
well, i believe mc was the one meant to give up on her freedom and autonomy to stay in lemuria with rafayel, however he fell in love with her and wanted her to be free as he himself felt trapped there, directly mirroring princess mcâs feelings in the âsea of golden sandâ myth
his resolution to save his people and not condemn the woman he loved to a life of subservience was to pledge devotion to her, sacrificing his freedom for hers and his devotion to her was what ignited the templeâs flame
the lemurian bond symbolizes their love but also symbolizes control, in rafayelâs âsirenâs songâ anecdote, the detective who accuses his of being a siren and the responsible for the man is the audienceâs death, he references something that seems to be similar to rafayelâs chest mark as an indicator of lemuriansâ influence on humans
due to rafayel's love for mc, the sea god is now subordinate to a human woman, what obviously would displease the deep sea since we know from his main story branch, the deep sea spirit can take over rafayelâs body and mc is able to bring him back to himself through their bond
as long as their bond exists, the deep sea will never be able to use rafayel as its sea god, this could explain why the sea is angry at him and wants him to kill mc in âsea of golden sandâ, their bond is the only thing granting rafayel freedom from the influences of the deep sea
(late editing because i just forgot crucial information ????)
tidal embrace, mcâs weapon that comes with god of the tides as companion has the following description: âa scepter symbolizing the power of sea god. it is unknown to all that the god had gifted his heart and authority to his eternal follower before leaving the temple.â
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Celebration Baby, Literally! (CL16) [Blind Items AU]



(Part 6 in the Blind Items AU [can be read separately])
Summary: 8 months after Charles Monaco win, the fans get to see just how hard he celebrated
âOhhhhhhh mate, you have been outed!â Pierre laughes as he shoves his phone into Charlesâ face.
âPierre, I cannot read when you put the screen in my eyes like that, back upâ Charles responds as he shoves his longtime friend. Like many of the other victims of the âF1 Blind Itemsâ account, Charlesâ face drains of color as he sees what they are saying. While there is some truth to the rumor, it still is far from correct. âAh! Merde, they got so much wrong, mate!â
âWhat's wrong, honey?â Charlesâ girlfriend calls from the other room where she is sitting with Pierreâs girlfriend. The couple decided to join the Gasly house for a nice dinner, although reading the post surely made Charles lose his appetite.Â
Charles and Pierre look at each other as they realize she heard them. The one thing the post got right was that his girlfriend was very pregnant with what is most likely a post-win conceived baby. There was no reason to stress her out when she was so offline it would take a while for her to learn about the rumor, giving Charles enough time to convince her to go public and try to make this into the smallest problem possible.Â
âNothing, baby. I love youâ He responded as he made a âstay silentâ motion at Pierre.
âUm okay, love you too?â was all she replied, not believing in the slightest that this was nothing.Â
It didnât help that for the rest of the night, Charles was off in his own world, thinking of how he was going to execute his terribly thought out plan. But she wasnât going to interrogate him on it, at least not again, she had already asked him multiple times if he was okay and if he wanted to talk but he would always answer with a âI am fine, beautiful. How can I not be when the woman I love most is pregnant with our child.â While it was charming, she still wasnât convinced he was okay after all.Â
After hours of deliberation, as he sat outside the bathtub while his girlfriend relaxed in it, he finally spoke his mind.
âWe should tell peopleâ is the best he came up with after hours of thinking.
âTell people what?â
âAbout the babyâ
âWe told people about the babyâ
âI mean like everyone, we should go public.â
She turned her neck to fully face him at that.Â
âWhere is this coming from? Why now?â She asked.
âNo reasonâ
âYou are a shit liar, Leclerc, tell me why.â
âPeople knowâ
âWhat people know?â She asked. God, he was awful at explaining things.
âEveryone.â
âThen why would we need to tell them?â
Right when he was about to reply, he closed his mouth. Why would he need to tell people? While the Blind Items account had become a reliable source as they had yet to be wrong, there wasnât any reason to actually address the issue, at least not till the baby was born, which would happen during winter break.
â...I guess we donât need to. It's just- there is this account that posts rumors about the drivers that so far have always been true, but one came out about us and it isnât really that correct, I just thought we should squash it.â
âWhat did they say that wasnât correct?â She questioned.
âThey implied we only got together because of the baby, and that we werenât dating before I uh, knocked you up.â The âvery public breakupâ the post referred to, was an actual breakup that happened a year prior to the world knowing. It was another very private relationship, as Charles became more famous and âsought afterâ he liked to keep relationships from the limelight till they got serious in order to protect his girlfriends. But when his ex had found out just how serious things were with his current girlfriend, she wanted to bring it to light in order to get her 15 minutes of fame, which ended up being more like 2 minutes. As terrible as it was, once the public knew she had no connection to Charles anymore, they lost interest in her.Â
After requesting he pull up the post, Charles handed his phone to his girlfriend so she could read.
âIs this what you are worried about? The part about me getting a ring for a âpush presentâ? Donât want me getting any ideas?â She joked. They had been together long enough and were about to have a baby, so the idea of getting engaged took up about 65% of the monĂŠgasqueâs thoughts, the rest being about her and the baby, maybe 5% in total was devoted to F1.
âAh no, my love, you know that is not it. Although an engagement ring would already happen even without our baby, so I will get you something else as well as a presentâ He said as he kissed her shoulder, then her neck, then her cheek, finally landing on her lips.
âWe donât need to say anything, let us enjoy the privacy for a while longer. Wouldnât it be better to go into the upcoming season with a baby and a financĂŠe?â She asked.
She was right, why not make an even bigger entrance by saying nothing and letting the rumor die down, in order to enjoy the bliss of privacy for a little while longer.
âThat sounds wonderful, mon amour. Absolutely perfect.â
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healing a heart i didn't break. LH44. MV1. SMAU. part two.
cheater! lewis hamilton x reader. max verstappen x reader.
when your boyfriend of three years fumbles, his rival is there to put the pieces of your heart back together bit by bit.
warnings: 14 year age gap with lewis. cursing. cheating. super super angsty.
author's note: this is still building up the angst the proper max fluff will be next. for context reader and lewis broke up eight weeks before the austin gp.
part one // part three
faceclaim: camilla morrone
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f1wags: y/n y/ln and alexandra saint mleux pictured on a dog walk out near y/n's childhood home. this is the first time y/n has been pictured in a week following the revelation that lewis hamilton had been cheating on her with y/exbff. no one knows how long they have been cheating but sources seem to think it did not start last weekend and has actually been going on longer. we hope that y/n is okay.
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user12: oh how i would love to hear the goss
user45: alex looked angry in some of the other pictures. i just know y/n is sitting on business
f1fan22: alex flying out to see her is true friendship y/exbff could never.
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y/ninsta: i'll be okay. i've got my girl.
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alexandrasaintmleux: my love, i am honestly amazed how strong you have been the past three weeks. i wish to be half the woman that you are.
y/ninsta: i would not have been this strong without you and charles alex. i love you both, thank you for taking me in before i found my new place.
y/nfan: lewis cheated on her with her best friend and took the house and roscoe (WHO THEY BROUGHT WHEN THEY WERE TOGETHER) all y/n got was her husky lilo and a broken heart. I HATE MEN
charlesleclerc: i took this photo
y/ninsta: yes charles you did. well done
user37: y/n is gentle parenting charles omg
maxverstappen: hope you have been okay y/n, been thinking of you recently, missing you around the paddock.
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user17: omg even max in on her side
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f1wags: y/n is in her revenge dress era. the ex wag has arrived at the austin gp. she came in and watched fp1 and fp2 with charles and alex and is in the ferrari garage. we here at f1wags are so happy to see her back in the paddock. also lewis and the other girl have arrived but i don't want to post about that.
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y/nlover: what a serve
f1fan43: THE OTHER GIRL even wag pages hate y/exbff
user48: lewis hamilton found screaming, crying, throwing up in the merc garage
user21: did you guys see max. he saw y/n walk in he stopped what he was doing jogged over to her and they had like a proper long conversation.
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f1updates: a story in two pictures.
picture one: lewis and y/n were photographed arguing behind the mercedes motorhome. y/exbff was also there. the video shows them talking to y/n and then y/n running off crying.
picture two: a shaky video captures the moment max watched y/n run off crying and he jogged after her. she said something to him and then he pulled her into a hug while she sobbed on his shoulder. he led her inside but when she pulled away from the hug max's white shirt was almost see through. y/n is obviously going through it. we are left wondering what lewis and y/exbff told her.
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f1fan: oh thank god for max, she looked so lost. looking around for someone to help her while paparazzi started calling her name when she was fucking sobbing.
hamiltonupdates: i am really questioning lewis rn
user23: y/n would not have gone to talk to him about just anything. this has to be big.
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y/exbff: sixteen weeks ago we made what we thought was a massive mistake that we vowed to never talk about but eight weeks ago we discovered it was the best thing ever to happen to us. baby coming march next year,
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my personal experience with sex exceptionalism -
i was present at a mass shooting at age 8, and it didnât affect me at all. i never brought it up to professions (psychiatrist and therapist) because it never seemed relevant or important.
i experienced csa from age 6ish to 9ish by an older child family member. it affected me, but way less than i felt like it Should have affected me. honestly, i think the idea that it Should have fucked me up more was the source of a lot of my suffering due to it as an adult. i started over analyzing my life bc what if xyz was actually an unhealthy trauma response, what if my sexuality as an adult is fucked up and âuntrueâ to myself bc itâs âjust a trauma responseâ, etc. (i have since accepted that yeah, the csa probably did affect my sexuality, but i am okay with that. it is what it is, and it is not any less true bc i wasnât âborn that wayâ.)
i was seeing a psychiatrist and therapist for a few months while in a very traumatic school environment. when i disclosed the csa to them, i was evaluated for ptsd and got diagnosed. they took the csa so much more seriously than the school trauma. looking back, i recognize that it was not the csa giving me ptsd - it was the school environment causing all of the symptoms that led to my diagnosis (and causing me to be unable to cope with my past csa, which i had theretofore coped with well.) but the professionals could not comprehend school as being something ptsd-worthy; only the csa, which actually affected me way less than the school, woke them up to the idea that i might have ptsd.
even now, i feel the urge to invalidate myself. when i told my gf âi have ptsd and weâre entering a situation that might be tricky for me, so if xyz happens please do this to help meâ - my first instinct was to âjustifyâ my having ptsd by saying i was present at a mass shooting or had past sexual abuse, etc. like, how pathetic is it that of all the life iâve experienced, the thing that every other american teen survives was the thing that really fucked me up. i felt inadequate in my own lived reality. itâs weird.
God, thank you for this incredibly self-aware and reflective message -- you see very clearly how coercive and controlling the school institutional environment really is, and how much damage it can do. so much of the trauma we endure is regular systemic stuff that is hard to put a name to bc it is so normalized. thanks for sharing.
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Go the fuck OFF @ilarual holy shit!!!!!! Cosigned a million times over!!!!!
Controversial suggestion: Supernatural.
Is it going to win? God I hope not. But there really are canonically queer characters. They just happened to also do as much queerbaiting as they conceivably could before revealing Cas was gay the whole time and never letting Dean acknowledge it. And the whole pulling 'bury your gays' on Charlie and Cas. But hey, Claire was still alive!
I'm going to put this one up to a poll
#SUPERNATURAL IS A QUEER TEXT.#THE ANGEL IS LITERALLY GAY. (SORRY BUT DOES THAT NOT COUNT ENOUGH? HOW IS THIS STILL A TOPIC BASED ON CAS ALONE!)#AND YES DEAN WINCHESTER IS *CANONICALLY BISEXUAL.*#I feel like I can benchpress a truck reading that paragraph because it's so refreshing anytime someone doesn't waffle on the facts. PREACH#also as always it makes me want to gnaw on furniture how queerness is in SPN's bones. deliberately crafted as such.#purposefully centralized in the story by the end. it is part of the primary plot and struggle.#the queer love story is a huge part of the reason for Chuck being the final villain!!! fucking HELLLLOOO. YOU CANNOT IGNORE IT!#the allegory about censorship and fight for free will is about breaking out of the narrative and growing beyond the creator's intentions!#because QUEERNESS IS NOW CENTRAL TO THE STORY meaning the characters have superseded the original intent for them!#it's a domino effect in the show and it was a domino effect IRL. that's the POINT. the show (the writers) spell it out#Castiel never did what he was told & his ultimate rebellion came through his queer love for Dean. explicitly.#meanwhile Sam and Dean but ESPECIALLY Dean (Chuck is particularly obsessed with controlling him; it's stated) are fighting to be free...#...to BE WHO THEY ARE. love who they love. define and live in their unconventional queer found family format.#who you are is more important than what you are or what others want you to be. that was true from s1 with John as God-like figure...#and then brought even further to the forefront through Chuck with the addition of the heavy-handed allegory.#because. once again: this all THEMATICALLY BECAME ABOUT BEING QUEER. IT'S ONE OF THE CENTRAL STORY PILLARS.#anon saying 'they just happened to also do as much queerbaiting as they conceivably could' <- SOURCE? BITCH#more like they did as much queercoding and subtext as they conceivably could while molding a narrative into a slow burn queer love story#that wasn't even originally meant to be one and started before same sex marriage was legal#anon: 'before revealing Cas was gay the whole time' <- yeah that's called building a story! sorry it simply took awhile!#that's how TV works even in the best of situations â and this decidedly was NOT the best type of situation and is also incomparable!#anyway. fuck everyone who doesn't respect SPN for being an impressive queer text explicitly and thematically. skill issue on your parts.#and fuck everyone who doesn't think Dean 'counts' as canonically bisexual. and fuck everyone who ignores the other queer characters.#and fuck everyone who thinks destiel is half canon or not fully canon or 'still queerbaiting' (?) because dean wasn't allowed to reciprocat#thank you and goodnight#supernatural#dean is bi
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Fentons family's guide Section on being an evil assistant to a supervillain
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Fentons family's guide to being an evil assistant to a supervillain
Guide by Jazmin Fenton in case of employment with a supervillain.
Being an evil assistant or henchmen is surprisingly a very stable source of an income stream all things considered.
You just need to find a boss. A as in singular it's very important, who is pathetic and or stupid enough to constantly have their large scale plan failing even without the hero's Involvement.
And while their large scale plan for taking over the world with a weapon of mass destruction could be feasible if only they didn't think to actually use it. Using it to threaten the world leaders for sway is the correct way. It is the most unused method the one being used most is the method of actually using the weapon of mass destruction for mass destruction.
You as the evil assistant then have the responsibility to make sure that the villain doesn't/ can't use said device to destroy the world. The heroes can help. Later then take the blame for the failure absolving you of involvement.
Being a good evil assistant is babysitting the evil boss.
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"Oh man never thought I'd actually need to use the 'Fenton guide' Jazz made me." Danny mumbled quietly and heaved a sigh of relief when he had found it among his hastily packed together bag.
Jazz had been the one making both of their emergency bags when she had told him about the guide. He hadn't appreciated it then now he truly did now with everything going on.
God he missed Jazz so much. He wanted to see her so badly he wanted to hold her hand like when they were kids. He really wanted her hand to squeeze his back in reassurance that everything was going to be fine.
Danny tried holding back his sobs at the thought. He couldn't stop the mist in his eyes or his hands shaking holding the little booklet.
But he wanted her safe and far away from everything even more. He wanted his friends to be safe with his sister. It didn't matter if he had to be far away working getting those crystals every way he could think of. His friends and sister needed money to keep them safe, hidden and taken care of. They needed that money and crystals and if Danny had to choose between his morals and fright he would always choose his true family. Morals be damned.
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He hadn't expected the costume to be so good in quality. That had surprised him the most the second being how easy it would be getting a job with villains. Turns out working as an "meta" henchmen who knew everything from fighting to logistics and machinery was a rarity in this dimension. Who would have guessed it with all the metas and enhanced humans going about? And omg they even have aliens in this dimension!
Getting the money for the crystals had been going surprisingly smoothly. Everything had been going so smoothly that of course it had to be ruined! The villain Danny was working for had gotten noticed and promptly got beat. Which meant he didn't have an employer anymore at least until a breakout was orchestrated. So no more job until then.
And Danny had finally managed his way to the middle hierarchy in that organization! Now he would need to go looking for evil henchmen positions again! It wasn't even a good season to go looking for openings in other organizations.
Damn it that bat furry in Gotham and his flock of birds. Don't they get how hard it is for a henchmen to find descant work!?
Maybe he should go with the duo villain and assistant type next time.
Thank you so much for reading I hope it was enjoyed!
Danny in the lair after having saved his villain boss from Batman after said villain had their scheme blown up in their face. Danny knew the plan would fail miserably but at this point he didn't care. He stopped trying to help when it came to schemes ages ago.
+Some art

Idk if I've posted this idea before but I've had this thing bouncing around in my head for a while.
#dpxdc#danny phantom#batman#danny fenton#Danny Fenton in Shego outfit working#he needs them money's#Evil henchmen/ assistant Danny#fanfic?#Danny getting work done#it surprises the rogues of Gotham#Red hood totally wants him for work reasons only (^ ^)#I need to use the sleep#Danny surviving on coffee and spite
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riff lorton x rich girl! reader
riff lorton hated a lot of things. he hated his birthday, holidays, cops, unsweet tea, the sharks, his parents. more than anything, he hated all the summer birds, the richer than god families that poured into manhattan every year, staying in their summer homes and driving their summer cars and flaunting all their summer money. he hated the way they flounced around the city, going to the drive-in in their convertibles, showing off at all the clubs with their pristine clothes, forever serving as a reminder of everything he could never be.
he knew they looked down on him, saw the way their noses scrunched as he walked past, the way they clutched their purses tighter and avoided eye contact. he hated that a small part of him yearned to have what they did; not necessarily the money, but the company. they were always together, all the perfect parents with their two perfect children and the way they all got along perfectly well. he knew heâd never have it, and he told himself he didnât want it, but each time he saw their smiling faces, he knew it wasnât true.
your family got to town in june of 1957, moving into your summer house just on the edge of the city, a massive white victorian with bright blue shutters and an equally bright car parked in the driveway. the first night, you begged your parents to let you go to the fair until they eventually gave in, sending you on your way.
it was there that riff first saw you, his eyes finding yours through the crowd as he hung back near the fence, smoking and people watching. he knew he shouldnât even give you a second look- you were everything he resented, he could tell from your shiny white teeth and your starched skirt and your little kitten heels.
you were with a group of other kids heâd grown to hate, surrounded by people heâd never know, laughing at some undoubtedly stupid joke. the sound carried, and he tried to pretend it didnât warm his chest to hear it, to pretend he didnât want to become the cause of it.
the evening went on, and he tried not to watch you, busying himself with rolling cigarettes and talking to the guys. you went off with some guy after a couple hours, and he pretended it didnât bother him. he was just about to leave when he heard it- your voice, sharper and louder than heâd previously heard it.
âget off of me!â you nearly yelled, and his brows furrowed, turning the corner to look for the source of the commotion. the guy, someone he didnât recognize, was grinning like an idiot and grabbing at you and your cheeks were pink, your eyes teary as you pushed him off, breathing so rapidly riff could see from across the alley.
âhey! get off her!â he was on the guy before he could think, shoving him back roughly, âget lost,â he practically scrambled away, the intimidating demeanor heâd had with you melted away, leaving a scared little boy behind.
âare you alright?â riff hoped his tone had softened as he turned to you, where you sat, smoothing your skirt with trembling hands. âyes, thank you,â you nodded, wiping your eyes carefully, âhe didnât- he just tried,â
his chest ached as he watched you, and before he could remind himself he was supposed to hate you, he slid down to sit beside you, offering up the only clean handkerchief he had in his pocket. you took it with a small smile, wiping your cheeks before returning it to him, âthank you, really. you didnât have to do that,â
âcourse i did,â he shrugged, his eyes trained on the small spot of lipstick youâd smeared onto the cloth, âhe shouldnât have touched you. iâm riff, by the way. youâre not from around here, are you?â
you shook your head with a little laugh, introducing yourself, âiâm just here for the summer. my familyâs from boston,â you glanced down at the thin watch on your wrist, cursing under your breath as you saw the time, âiâm so sorry, i have to go, iâm late. iâll see you around, riff!â you stood with a hurry, wiping your skirt and picking you purse up.
âwait!â he stood beside you, âiâll walk you home, you shouldnât be out this late alone,â to his surprise, you immediately accepted, smiling and thanking him and god; you looked so pretty with your hand wrapped around his arm, and you smelled so good and he knew this was wrong, that he should just let you go, that the two of you could never be together.
but he kept walking you, kept listening to you chatter about how happy you were to be summering here, how happy you were that you made a friend. him, your friend? he nearly laughed, but he just smiled and nodded. when you arrived at your driveway, he tried not to let his demeanor shift too much at the sight of the massive house, the pristine condition of it.
âiâll see you around, right?â you asked, sounding slightly hopeful, and he decided to just go with it. sure, he hated everything your presence stood for. but he couldnât hate you, with your shining smile and kind words and soft touch. so he nodded again, âiâll see you. goodnight,â
he watched until you closed the door behind you, shaking his head at the way he felt like a lovesick fool, the way youâd broken down the walls heâd so carefully built in just one night.
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