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[neteyamsoare]

giving him a show / lo'ak sully is now live. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

ಇ new message from: @tiredmamaissy. all smut bc…. 🧍🏻‍♀️#48 lo’ak #16 neteyam. ily!! congrats on 500. i feel like i’m really at a sleepover 🥹

ಇ current game. after ao’nung pisses lo’ak off, he takes it all out on you which ends with you getting caught.

ಇ game warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, aged up! lo'ak, fem! metkayina! reader, dom! lo'ak, voyeurism, arranged marriage trope, caught, spanking, one-sided lust (on nung's side) + praise kink. words. 945.

ಇ things to note. this was actually one of the prompts from my 500 prompt sleepover and i didn't get to finish all the prompts because i got burnt out from it. so this event really helped me come up with something for this prompt. thank you so much bb for participating in that event, really appreciate you, and i have not forgotten the neteyam prompt you requested, going to try to finish that and put it out!! it's my first Lo'ak smut and it's not the last, more is on the way!! : masterlist / kinktober masterlist / part two / previous fic / taglist

To say Lo’ak was pissed was an understatement, you could tell someone pissed him off just by the way he pounds into you letting you feel every inch of him as he lands smacks to your cheeks one at a time.

What got him to be so angry was the remark Ao’nung said after one of his friends brought up him, how he and you always were spending time together.

Ao’nung told his friends that you would never go for a freak like him and that he couldn’t have you even if he tried.

What he doesn’t know is he has had you from the first day he got here.

His aggression was apparent and it had you lost for words as loud moans spilled out of your mouth that could be heard by anyone who managed to walk by the area the two of you were in.

“Fuck…” you mewled as you held onto the tree in front of you as Lo’ak grips on your hips tight as he ruts into you. 

You loved it when he fucked you like this, it was something you never felt before he came to your home, you had never been handled like this and it made you grow wetter by the second earning a low chuckle from him.

“You love being treated like a slut, don’t you mamas?” He questioned, you nodded your head in response but immediately felt a smack to your ass. “Uh uh, you know better than that, use your words or m’stoppin’” 

“Y…yes I love when you treat me like your dirty whore,” you cried out not wanting him to stop his torture, his dick buried deep inside you, feeling him everywhere, hitting all the right angles that had you gasping. He focused on the way his dick disappeared in your cunt, coming out wetter each time.

“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” He queries as a smirk appears on his lips watching you try to form a sentence but all that comes out are curses and moans. 

“What would he think, hm?” His smirk gets wider. Lo’ak knew you were to be mated with Ao’nung ever since he got to the Metkayina but it didn’t matter to him since you never showed actual interest in Ao’nung like you did whenever you were around him.

You and Lo’ak have been fooling around on the low for a while now not wanting people to find out yet till you figure out a way to get out of the arrangement. 

“Does he know you love to be fucked in the open where anybody can see you?” he taunts as his ears pick up a distant sound in the forest, the biggest smirk on his face because he knows what who it was.

“Your perfect little pussy s’suckin’ me right in,” he raised his voice a bit as his hips don’t miss a beat as you feel his dick caressing your g spot repeatedly, throwing your head back as you feel your release build-up. 

Lo’ak could tell you were about to cum just by the way your cunt was clenching around his cock. “Tell me who’s pussy this, ma,” he demanded.

“Then, I’ll give you exactly what you want,” he decreasing the speed a bit to wait for your answer. Your mind was clear, unable to put together words but you were so close to cumming.

“S’all yours, Lo’ak! Please make me cum… so close…” you cried out, stickin out your tongue a bit earning a low chuckle from him as he increased the speed.

“That’s my girl, say hello to our guest,” you were confused at what he was talking about. A guest? What did he mean by that? 

Lo’ak gently grabs your chin to turn your head to the side and you blink a few times as you see Ao’nung standing there with a blank expression on his face, you can’t tell if he is angry or shocked or maybe both.

You tried to open your mouth to say something but all that came out was a moan, you were feeling too good to even come up with some type of an explanation. 

Ao’nung being there didn’t phase Lo’ak at all as he didn’t care if he caught them or not. He continued his torture on your sopping hole which he noticed got even wetter than before.

“You love being watched don’t you, my sweet girl,” he teases as you are about to nod your head but catch yourself. “Yes… m’going to cum!” you whine as your breath becomes uneven. 

“Look at him while you cum on my cock, ma. Let him see just how good I’m making you feel.”

You obeyed his orders turning to face to look at Ao’nung who now had a clear angry expression on his face, sticking your tongue out your mouth as your legs start to tremble and you paint his cock with your release and as he felt your gummy walls flutter around him, he gives you one more stroke before cumming deep inside of you, letting out a groan as you try to catch your breath.

“Fuck…” you whimpered out as your body goes slumped but he catches you, pulling you up against him, capturing your lips onto his. 

When he pulls away, a smile appears on his face as he looks at your fucked out expression on your face.

“You did good f’me, my sweet girl.” He praised as he laid small kisses on your cheeks and a smirk appeared once again on his lips as he heard Ao’nung’s footsteps running far away from them. Mission accomplished!

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[ryker-writes]

Hi! It's my first time requesting here on your blog.

Could I request Vil and Jamil with an s/o that saves them from a horde of fans on a horse like a knight?

This is so random lol

oh my god yes! In love with this idea. Welcome to the blog and thank you for your request!

warning: maybe spoilers for book 5?

Vil:

loves it

he loves his fans, but they can be too much sometimes

there was a school event that allowed the public to visit Night Raven College and Vil's fans took the opportunity

Vil does enjoy talking to his fans sometime but they can also cross boundaries easily

and you know Vil has to be polite to them no matter what

people that don't know him very well wouldn't even be able to tell that he isn't enjoying talking to them

but you know him better than anyone else

so even from a distance, you could see that Vil wanted to be done with the conversation

but about about a hundred fans stood between you two

it would be very difficult to try and push your way through all of them on your own

thankfully, the equestrian club was nearby

Riddle was willing to lend you the horse once you promised to treat the horse well and not go too far

Now saddled upon the horse, you could see everyone better

and see even more clearly how Vil wanted to be done with this

even queens need time away from their subjects

so with the horse, you pushed towards Vil

people naturally moved out of the way when they saw the horse coming towards them

quickly you were able to make your way through the crowd, and near Vil

Vil was surprised once he saw you approaching him on a horse, but pleasantly surprised

he's already smiling when you get to him and hold out a hand for him

he takes your hand and you help him up onto the horse with you

he wrapped his arms around you and waved as you two pushed out of the crowd

as you two were leaving you could hear squeals of delight from the fans and see many of them had their phones out

once you two had fully got away from all the fans, he leaned more into you and rested his head on your shoulder

"Thank you for your help, my knight in shining armor," he chuckled

"Anything for my fair queen"

from then on he may occasionally refer to you as his knight

and of course, a ton of photos appeared on magicam of you two

also the internet now refers to you as his knight

Jamil:

after the SDC festival, Jamil gained a lot of popularity

the world saw him dance on stage and they were impressed by both his moves and how handsome he is

to the world, he was a hidden gem

it's great that Jamil finally get's recognized for all his talent and beauty

but both of you weren't exactly happy with the current situation

of course there was another student event where normal people would be allowed on campus

and one person recognized your dear boyfriend which led to a crowd surrounding him

you weren't able to get to him quickly and so you were stuck near the back

you were worried for Jamil

while he does enjoy getting praised for his abilities, he doesn't enjoy a big crowd closely flocking around him

thankfully, the equestrian club was nearby with their horses

after briefly explaining the situation to Riddle, he agreed to let you borrow one of the horses

mounting the horse, you charged into the crowd

people were a bit panicked when a horse came through and quickly moved out of the way

you were able to make it to Jamil rather quickly

he immediately knew what to do when you got there

Jamil grabbed onto your hand and jumped up behind you on the horse

his arms wrapped around you and you rode off

once you two were out of public view, he sighed and pressed his face into your back

"Thank you"

"Of course, Mr. Celebrity"

he grumbles at that

Jamil may bring up how your actions are similar to a knights in some ways but he won't call you his knight

at least not while you're listening

there may be times where you catch it when you're falling asleep or he thinks you're distracted

and if you ask about it he will deny every time

the media is all over this tho and referring to your relationship as a prince and a knight

[xovalentinewritesxo]

Care [Miguel O'hara]

✿ - You assumed no one cared about you anymore after losing your universe, turns out, the person that did was right beside you.

✿ -Light Angst and comfort.

✿ - 1k words!

A/N: Heres my second fic for the day/night! It's a little thing I wrote a while ago but never go around finishing it, but now that I have a blog here ya go!

If you want to support me: Here's My Kofi! <3

I appreciate everything and everyone who comes across my works! Enjoy!

“I’m going to have to tell Alexander to keep her Universe under control!!”

You yell out as you swing through the city chasing after the Doc Oct that escaped from Earth-229. 

You are one of the many SpiderWomen that are a part of the Spider Society. You’ve been a part of the society since it’s beginning, being a close friend of Miguel’s.

You had him to think for you being here.

Speaking of which, You zip past him, determined to get the Doc Oc and return them back to their universe. You were alongside Miguel when you noticed something being hurdled in his direction.

Without a second thought, you swung up and shoved him out of the way, taking the brunt of the hit and was sent flying, last thing you saw was Miguel’s concerned face and him shouting your name.

Before you knew of anomalies or anything strange like that, you were just your friendly neighborhood spiderman, going about your days spending time with your family, fighting crime and enjoying life. That was until one day..

It was all just suddenly ripped away.

You can remember it like it was yesterday, you were fighting this Green Goblin that looked a little weird, like he didn't belong in your city. Then boom, your universe started looking like a glitched out computer screen, you remember the screaming, the crying as your universe evaporated around you.

Last thing you remembered was Miguel running with you in his arms, he was cursing in spanish to himself as he opened a portal and brought you back to the Spider society HQ.

And just like that, you were alone.

It changed you. 

You weren’t the same person anymore. After seeing your universe collapse in front of you, it was like a slap to your face. All your friends, family and things were all gone and you were forced to start all over.

You had Miguel by your side, who explained that it wasn’t your fault, that everything that happened to you was a canon event, that it was something that was going to happen, that you couldn’t have done anything to stop it.

That didn’t stop you from crying nonstop, some nights were better than others. But as you stayed with Miguel, you would wake up with vivid nightmares, seeing the images of your friends evaporating in front of your eyes.

It was hard, and Miguel was there, but you knew you couldn’t depend on him always.

You felt like a burden whenever you woke him up in the middle of the night after having a bad dream, following him around because you didn’t really know anyone else in the spider society and you were afraid of making new friends in fear of losing them again.

It causes you to get in your own head. You started to doubt yourself. 

You started thinking of yourself as a problem, you felt like an outsider as you couldn’t go home like everyone else. You thought everyone was annoyed by you being around 24/7. You would feel awful whenever you would go to Miguel in his office when he was busy or stressed from a mission gone wrong. 

He would yell at you, tell you to get out and find somewhere else to go, but then immediately took it back when he saw the hurt look on your face. 

You often get reckless on missions, risking your life for others who had places to return to when the day was over. And that tended to get you scolded by Miguel.

But did you care? Not really.

You saw it as trading your life for someone who deserved to live on, you saw yourself as a burden and you saw what you did as good.

But apparently someone didn’t appreciate it, and he would make it very clear.

“Y/N”

You didn’t have time to react before you were slammed into a building by a large piece of debris, you felt yourself go through several walls before landing on your back and falling forward, landing with a thud.

You groaned as you tried to move but your back felt awful. Your vision was blurry as you made out a figure coming into the hole that you were knocked through and running up to you.

“Dios, por favor déjala estar bien…por favor..”

It was Miguel and you heard his footsteps land near you and you felt him pick you up and cradle you in his arms. 

“Idiot..what did i tell you about doing foolish stunts like that!?” He yelled as he held you, assessing your injuries. Your spider suit was torn in several places and he could see a deep gash on your back. He curses as he opened a portal and walked through with you in it. 

The two of you entered the apartment that you shared together and he placed you down on the bed, not caring that your blood was getting on his sheets. You watched as he moved around and you were about to speak but was cut off.

“Migu-”

“¡Callarse la boca! (Shut Up!) Why do you still do this!?” He yelled as he prepared bandages and medicine for you. His back was turned to you as he was yelling and you frowned.

“Do what?..”

“No juegues estúpido. (Don’t play stupid) You know what I mean. Why do you continue to risk your life out there like you have nothing to go home to.”

You look at him as you slowly sit up, being careful not to make your injury even worse. You avert your gaze as you feel him turn around to look at you.

“You know why Miguel..everyone else has something to live for..a home..I don’t have one.” You answer softly. You then jump as in a blink of an eye he grabs your shoulders, being mindful of your injuries but still gripping tightly.

“¡Cállate!(Be Quiet!), Do you not understand how much that hurts me when you say that?! I am your home! You have me! Am I not enough for you!?”

His words hit deep and you stare blankly at him before you feel tears well up in your eyes before they eventually spill over. Your quiet cries evolve into sobs as he gently pulls you into his chest, allowing you to cry.

He cant rub your back due to your injury, but he reaches up to pet your head as you cry. He soothes your cries, rocking slightly.

“I’m here for you, Y/n..don’t you ever forget that, you’re never alone. Not anymore.” He says gently as he maneuvers so he is sitting on the bed and you’re in his lap. He cradles you gentle as he looks down at you.

In his arms, you realized that you weren’t alone.

And you definitely have someone who cares.

© xovalentinewritesxo 2023 <3

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[dearsnow]

hi may i request some aemond headcanons? anything is fine i'm just craving some feel-good sweet ones about him and reader : )

AEMOND RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

- headcanons for how he is in a relationship (aemond targaryen x gn!reader, fluffy :D)

a/n - anyone who knows my blog from the quarry knows that i have so many headcanons 😭 i love making them up, it’s so fun. anyways, tysm for requesting! i’ll get to everyone else’s soon :)

- he likes being touched and held softly in private. he really lets his guard down around you when he gets comfortable, and it’s always cute to see him slump into your lap when you get a moment alone.

- when you ask to brush or braid his hair, he always lets you. it’s a very intimate thing for him, so he always feels closer to you when your fingers are weaving through his locks. he gets teased a bit by his brother, sure, but seeing the sparkle in your eye as you show him his hair in the mirror is a gift in itself.

- he takes you on rides with Vhagar quite often. The old dragon has taken to liking you, and he feels an odd sense of pride when you wrap your arms around his midsection during flight.

- he’s very good at keeping his promises, whatever they may be.

- love is not a thing he ever expected himself to have, but with you, it feels natural. deep down, he cares a lot about you and tries to keep you happy as best as he can.

- he will not tolerate anyone talking bad about you, threatening you, or (god forbid) hurting you. he will take pleasure in making the person suffer should they ever lay a finger on you.

- whatever you want you will eventually get. a sweet snack from the kitchen? aemond’s got it covered. a punishment for the man who jeered at you in town? you may not even mention it to him, but he will find a way to get it done.

- a lot of his actions towards you when his family is present are a way to one-up his brother while also showing you his commitment. his brother slings an arm around his wife’s shoulders? aemond is leaning against you and wiping the corners of your mouth with his hands to show just how gentlemanly he is.

- he has trouble sleeping most nights, so he’ll toss and turn until you get the hint to cuddle him.

- sometimes he treats you like you don’t know how to do things yourself, which can be frustrating. he fully knows you’re capable but it slips his mind during certain events. just let him know you don’t appreciate it and he’ll immediately stop; he never wants you to think that he views you as less than you are.

- he will take interest in and read about all of your hobbies to get to know you on a deeper level. he loves that you are passionate about these things and will absolutely support you.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

[lilsedge]

The Judgement Day’s Girl (8)

(GIF by me)

Warnings: fighting well wrestling

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October 8, 2022

It’s the day of Extreme Rules. The creative team didn’t have a script for Y/N or Edge for the last Raw before the event, but she made sure to watch it. AJ and Rey had fought against the judgment day and, at the end of the match, AJ had attacked Rey. 

Y/N was backstage with her step mom, Rey and dad. Her dad had an “I quit” match against Finn Balor. Despite being tough on Y/N, she's still concerned about him. He gets a way when he loses in a PPV and it kinda scares her sometimes. That’s why Beth is here, just in case he loses. She can deal with him. 

They left Lyric and Ruby with their grandparents, so that both Beth and Y/N could be help for Edge if he needs. Anyone that has watched wrestling should know how the Judgement Day wins matches. 

Edge is stretching. He was ordered by his wife to stretch, so that he doesn’t strain anything. Then they were walking to the gorilla. Y/N was nervous about her father. This is a big match for someone his age and it’s scary. She hopes her little sisters aren’t watching. Those two haven’t really learned much about WWE. They get scared every single time they watch matches. 

You think you know me…

Edge is ready to walk out to the ring, but not before giving the two girls behind him a hug. Even though the father daughter duo was arguing, they always hated seeing the other one hurt. Backstage you could hear the crowd screaming for the Rated R Superstar. Edge smiles at his family and turns around to run out.

Beth wraps an arm around Y/N as the Judgement Day makes their way into the gorilla. Both of the girls move back out of the four peoples’ way, but not taking their eyes off of them. Beth and Y/N watched as Finn put his mask on and the other three hype him up. His theme song hit, causing him to turn away from everyone and walk out to where Edge was.

The three others didn’t leave the gorilla; they were probably waiting for a good moment to go out and help Finn win. Beth tightened her arm around Y/N as the bell rang, officially starting the match.

After a second of beating on Finn, Edge pulls a swing and neck breaker. It was early in the match, but as of right now, he was controlling it. Edge swung punches at Finn as they moved around the ring. The Hall of Famer forced Finn to hit a turnbuckle. Which looked like it hurt.

Y/N looked back at the three backstage, noticing that Rhea was already staring at her and her stepmom. Y/N looks away quickly whispering to Beth that Rhea was watching them. 

“Mom, I’m kind of nervous about the match,” Y/N whispers to Beth.

“Honey, it’s gonna be okay. Your father knows what he’s doing,” the older lady whispers back, giving her step daughter a kiss on the cheek.

“But like-,” Y/N is cut off.

“Excuse me,” Dominik says, “Can you guys shut up? We’re trying to watch a match here.”

Beth shakes her head at Dominik. Looking back up at the screen seeing Edge finally being hit by Balor. Edge crawls to the corner where Finn keeps kicking his knee. It was smart to target his knees.

Finn places Edge’s foot on the second rope, jumping on it, making Edge go down. Balor brought Edge’s leg around the second rope again, this time pulling on it. The ref brings the mic to Edges mouth by Finn’s demand. Edge doesn’t answer, instead he butts Finn’s head.

The Irish man continues to punish the Canadian’s knee. After being hit by Edge, Finn puts him in a figure four leg lock. Everyone could see and hear the pain Edge was going through. 

Through the groaning, Edge manages to tell the ref to, “get that out of my face.”

He immediately sits up, trying to reverse the figure four and successfully doing it. The pressure goes from Edge’s legs to Finn’s. Balor reversed back, so the pressure is back on Edge. 

Y/N gets distracted, feeling a hand on her shoulder. It’s tìo. She smiles, letting go of her mom, pulling Rey in for a hug. Letting go of Rey, she makes eye contact with the three members. They were all looking at her this time. She turns around, seeing Beth and Rey engage in a quiet conversation. While speaking to Rey, Beth pulls Y/N into her side again. The slight movement makes Y/N smile.

The young girl’s eyes make it back to the screen, seeing her dad stuck in the apron and Finn stomping on his back. Finn brings Edge to the commentary table and slams his head on it. The ref asked Edge if he quit multiple times, but the same answer said each time ‘no’.

Balor was driven in the post by Edge. The guys hit each other a few more times before Balor gives Edge a sling blade right outside the ring. The mic was put at his mouth, but the same answer as always ‘no’ came out. Edge then gets up, picks Balor up, and drives him through the barricade. 

Edge punches Finn, causing to go out into the crowd. They are running through the crowd. Coming to a stop, Edge attacks Finn. Performing a suplex on him.

Edge disappears while leaving Finn in pain. Edge then comes back with a hockey stick, pushing Balor down with it. Backstage, Y/N looks at Beth with a very amused face. Rey chuckles behind the two.

The two boys were on the kick off set where Edge put the hockey stick in Balors mouth, setting up for a Glasgow grin. Finn managed to get away. Scurrying through the crowd trying to get away from Edge, but the Hall of Famer was right behind him.

Edge bashing Finn’s head off the stairs. Then telling the ref to ask him if he quits. 

“No,” Balor says into the mic.

He then crawls up the stairs, still trying to get away from Edge. Of course, Edge was following behind him. The Irish man was trying to turn things around by slamming Edge into the walls. Balor was launched into the overhang. Edge was going to run up and hit Finn, but Finn moved out of the way, making him hit the railing.

“Oh, that’s gotta hurt,” Rey says. It was hard to hear him over all the laughing the judgment day was doing. Y/N lets out a shaky breath as she looks at her father through the tv.

The two of them were at the bottom of the stairs where Edge threw beer at Finn. They were moving around a lot in the crowd. Halting once more, Finn struck Edge in the midsection with a chair. They made their way back to ringside. Edge laying on the floor. Balor is looking for something under the ring. He finds what he was looking for by pulling out a chair.

The chair is jammed right into Edges ribs and back. The ref goes to ask if Edge quits, but his answer to that was, “Screw you, Finn.”

That pissed Finn off even more. He grabs the chair again and hits Edge in the back repeatedly. The mic was brought up to the older man’s lips, and he said, “I- I- I don’t quit.”

Finn stuffs the chair between the top and second turnbuckle. Hoping to make Edge hit there, but Edge fights back. Finn hit Edge with a Russian leg sweep. Balor pulling at Edges arm. Then turns it around into a cross face. 

Finn continues to torment Edge. Edge turns it around, throwing Balor into the chair that he set up. Then the Hall of Famer grabs the chair, taking out Balor’s legs. Edge focuses on the knee of Finn brutalizing it. Edge brings Finn into the edgecution of an old school move. 

This causes Finn to repeat the word ‘I’. Backstage, Y/N looks at the rest of the Judgement Day. Seeing Damian freak out, turn around and run to the ring. Y/N looks at Beth and Rey, knowing they will have to help soon.

Damian gets into the ring, but Edge is quick and clotheslines him and sends him out to ringside. Edge was about to send Finn to ringside too, but Dominik was there to save Balor. It didn’t last long when Edge speared Finn into Dom and Damian. Edge throws Finn back into the ring before getting in himself.

Beth, Y/N and Rey watch as Rhea runs out to ringside too. Y/N is getting more and more nervous as this match goes on. Rhea handcuffs Edge to the top rope. She holds the key up, smiling at what she did. The boys are all standing behind Edge, ready to take advantage of this. You could see in Edges face he knows what’s about to happen. 

He turns around and fights with one arm. It didn’t last long, but he tried. Dominik and Damian are attacking Edge. Finn gets kendo sticks to attack Edge. 

Y/N watches as her father gets tortured by Finn. She can’t stand it anymore. 

“Amor, let me go out there to see if I can help,” Rey says. 

Booyaka, Booyaka

The crowd is going crazy for Rey. Before Rey leaves, Y/N gives him a chair and a smile. He hits Priest with the chair and continues running to the ring. Finn tries to hit Rey with a kendo stick, but Rey ducks and jumps on the second rope landing on Finn. Then he slides, taking out Priest who’s on the apron and gives him a 619.

After the 619 Dominik goes and punches his father, knocking to ringside. Dominik jumps out of the ring, throwing his father into a barricade and the ring post. He stands over top of Rey. Then pauses…

Take it back (Take it back)

Y/N had enough. Leaving her mom backstage, she runs out to where Dominik is standing above Rey and gives him a shove. She pulls Rey from the spot he’s at, so he’s closer to the barricade and further from the ring. Dominik tried to come closer to beat up his father, but Y/N was standing in front of Rey and Dominik didn’t want to hurt her.

Edge finally stands up. When he does, Finn hits his knee with a kendo stick. Y/N watches as her dad keeps getting hit with the stick. She hears the crowd get louder. Looking around, she realizes her mom is now entering the ring. A smile makes its way to Y/N’s face. She always loves seeing her mom wrestle.

Beth rips the kendo stick from Finn’s hand, making him turn around. She then hits him with it. Priest got into the ring just to have the same thing done to him. Dominik then hops up on the apron, putting his hands up then jumping down when Beth goes to swing at him. 

Y/N walks to where Edge is. “Dad, are you good to continue?” 

Edge just lets out an ‘mhm’. Y/N looks up, noticing that her mom and Rhea are having some could say a discussion with each other. The crowd was chanting Beth’s name before the two women collided. 

“I think Rhea still has the key,” Rey says behind Y/N, still laying on the floor. Y/N acknowledges that he said that by giving a slight nod while also watching Beth spear Rhea. Y/N jumps up on the apron getting into the ring noticing Beth got the key. Beth was unlocking Edge with the help of her daughter. 

After he was unlocked. Y/N moved to the apron. She notices Beth’s hands were up to help her down. Y/N shakes her head, laughing at her mom before grabbing her hands and jumping down. 

Looking back at the ring, Edge was standing back up from giving Damian a spear. Having a standoff with Dominik. Dom puts his hand out for Edge to shake. Edge grabs it and kicks him where Dom kicked him back in September. 

Balor popped up behind Edge and delivered a sling blade to him. After that, he was looking to put Edge away. Edge comes back and spears Finn and gives him 2 more. 

“Get me a chair,” He says to Y/N or Beth. 

Beth goes and gets him one. She slides in the ring to give it to him. Edge rips the bottom off of the chair to give him a Glasgow grin, but stops when Rhea enters the ring punching Beth. Now Y/N is distracted. She gets grabbed by Dominik, brought into the ring where he is holding a pair of handcuffs. He handcuffs her to the rope closest to the ramp. 

Struggling, the young girl sees Rhea pull brass knuckles off her fist. The boys were beating up Edge. Pulling him, so Finn could do a Coup de grâce doing it twice more. There was fear in the young girl’s eyes as she saw what the Judgement Day did to her parents. Beth was unconscious and Edge was being held by the boys.

“This is your last chance, Edge, say it. You say it.” Finn tells Edge.

Y/N is yelling at her father not to say the two words. Edge replies to Finn, saying, “Go to hell.”

Rhea lifts Beth’s head up, and she’s out cold. The boys are holding Edge back. No one has to worry about Y/N. She’s handcuffed and can’t move anywhere, but she could still yell. No one could understand the words she was yelling, though it was mostly gibberish because she was afraid for Beth.

“She looks pretty damn lifeless to me,” Rhea says, bringing Beth’s head up again and dropping it down.

“And look at your daughter, so helpless,” Priest says, looking at Y/N. He lets go of Edges arm just to punch the man in the face. Rhea disappears to get a chair from under the ring. While Finn is still trying to make Edge say the two words. 

Rhea places a chair under Beth’s head. Y/N had tears fill her eyes. She’s normally not emotional when it comes to matches. Since it’s her mom, she’s scared. Yelling at Rhea to stop, but it doesn’t work. 

“I-I- I quit, I quit,” Edge says, hoping to save his wife….

Rhea still hits Beth. Y/N screams out, “Mom!” 

Judgement Day was getting out of the ring, but not before waving at Y/N, hoping to get her attention. Only to frown when she’s not looking at them. She’s too focused on the fact her mom is laying there unconscious and she is stuck and can’t help. 

An official helps her out of the handcuffs. She runs to her mom, dropping to her knees next to her dad. Y/N can’t stop thinking about the worst things to happen to Beth. Official and Rey jump in the ring to check on Beth. 

Y/N looks at the Judgement Day with anger in her eyes. How could people that are so nice to her do something so mean to the people she cares about? She gets that it was a match against Edge and Finn. Beth didn’t have to suffer because of that.

The young girl’s eyes fall back to Beth and Edge. Seeing Edge lay his head on Beth’s back made her let out a shaky breath. Rey is next to Y/N, running his hand up and down her back while trying to get some medical people to come out to the ring. 

Medical people finally run out from backstage. Getting people to move away from Beth. Y/N didn’t want to leave Beth just laying there. She was forced to move from Beth. Rey took her under his arm like he had done when Edge was in the medical room. 

Edge was in pain. He didn't reveal it, despite feeling it. He was too worried about his wife. In addition, he didn't want to terrify his daughter any further.

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This is my longest part yet. I spent a lot of time starting and stopping the 30 minute match, so I hope you enjoy it. Have a good night/day/afternoon!!!

[harmonysanreads]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ One Year Commemoration Post↬Sumeru Love Hexagon

-; ੈ♡˳ BEHIND THE HEXAGON

☆ The primary inspirations behind this AU are Alhaitham's Demo and this Fan Musical that debuted on Spring HoyoFair 2023!

Alhaitham's Demo no doubt gave many writers and daydreamers heavy brainrot and I happen to be one of them lol. But it was not until the fan musical that I had a concrete enough idea. I was charmed by the amount of tavern shenanigans this concept had the potential to bring, which is something that I really wanted to write at the moment :>

☆ Originally, Scaramouche or, Wanderer wasn't even supposed to be part of the AU!

Mainly because I didn't see many inclusion of him in the Sumeru Crew (at that time) and was unsure how it'd be taken D: But then, I remembered the v3.6 trailer where he was duking it out with the others and I was like 'why not?'. From that point on, he's come a long way and has even become the Best Boy of the Hexagon! :D

☆ Scaramouche's 'innocent in front of reader and the opposite behind their back' act is a tribute to his very first in-game appearance in the v1.1 Unreconciled Stars event!

This is something I'm humbly proud of, so to say. I still occasionally go back and admire the writing from that event. I think it's absolutely criminal for such a lore-rich and well-done in terms of character introduction event to be limited but oh well. Scaramouche, in my opinion, can be an excellent actor when he needs to be and if you watch the story from this event, you'll understand. Combining this with his mental state from after the Interlude Quest creates quite a messy situation though and, I kept it that way intentionally :>

☆ In the initial draft, Alhaitham was written as a very jealous character!

The cause of it being reader's infinite care for Kaveh. But obviously, I scraped it and wrote a much more toned down version and I sometimes wonder if I should've gone with my initial thoughts. Admittedly, I was playing it safe due to some reality checks regarding his character so I don't regret it a whole lot. But if it was up to the present me, I would be down to writing jealous Alhaitham immediately lol

-; ੈ♡˳ QUESTIONNAIRE

Does the Reader have White Knight Syndrome?

Well, I didn't originally write them with this particular condition in mind, however, upon further reflection I can see that they definitely show some symptoms of it. And considering the situation they're in, it's very easy for them to fall into the condition itself. I'm not at all qualified to diagnose someone with a mental condition so, my answer will have to a soft no. However, if anyone wants to imagine them as such, they're of course free to do so.

Is there any character you'd want to write differently if given the chance?

I already mentioned Alhaitham to a degree but, I really really wish I had been more considerate of Cyno. We're entering debatable territory here but the Hoyo writers putting so much emphasis on Cyno's TCG addiction and jokes while handling his actual lore whimsically made me lose interest in his character at that time. Though, I hope his upcoming Story Quest will fix this and do his character justice <3

Who is your favorite among the boys?

If you've lingered around my blog for a while, I know you thought I was going to say Alhaitham but, within the confines of the AU, it's actually Kaveh! He's like the initial spark that kindled the actual fire, as such, he's the first one you read about. I felt immense empathy for him after I learned about his lore through leaks, which is reflected onto the reader as well. Had this been a different timeline, Kaveh and Reader's relationship would be pure wholesomeness.

Who among the five is the endgame?

Ohohohoho.. place your bets because it can be literally anyone :) Even someone outside the hexagon in the off-chance they end up slaughtering each other lol. Kind of out of topic but, I think the Wanderer route would be genuinely heartbreaking unless he does something about Reader's mortality. He'd have to watch the one person who truly loved him decay slowly, while he remains afloat his raft of artificiality, safe from the clutches of death temporarily. Thinking about the endings make me feel quite sad honestly, it's a reminder that even the lighthearted shenanigans of the Hexagon will end at some point.

-; ੈ♡˳ ENDING NOTES

I could've easily done a writing event to celebrate the anniversary but I just really, really wanted to talk about these little tidbits. Many many kudos to you if you've made it this far, I hope I didn't bore you :')

Memories are fragile things, so I'd like to think of this as a memorial of sorts that I can look back to after a few years and not think of myself as a total failure lol. I wrote this AU at a rather difficult period of my life, which is why this is more lighthearted despite falling into the Yandere genre.

I don't really know how to express my gratitude without sounding overly sappy, but I'll forever remember every interaction, comment, ask etc regarding the Hexagon fondly. I even remember someone saying they're binge reading this late at night instead of studying for an exam or something which is.. wow, I hope you're doing well nowadays my fellow night owl! I appreciate every each one of you for even taking some of your time to read my silly ramblings <3

This is not at all the end of the Hexagon AU, just to clarify! I'll still answer any asks regarding the five losers (affectionate) because, despite the limitations placed by reality, in fiction, we have the power to imagine and write infinite tavern shenanigans.

Just before I posted the original concept, I thought to myself, 'If even one person smiles because of this, I'll consider it a success.' and now, looking back to the amount of people that enjoyed the Sumeru Love Hexagon (very silly name but I digress) I just feel so, so happy.

Thank you, everyone, sincerely <3

[buckybarnesss]

Lurker now follower here, hi hi, I love your blog and all your insights and thoughts on Teen Wolf and Sterek!! I just finished a rewatch and then immediately started over from the beginning because I am Unwell 😂😂😂

I’m on episode one and I gotta say it’s pretty hilarious how Stiles immediately recognizes Derek. Like, I can only imagine how obsessed he was with the fire and the Hale family, and now Derek is back!!

I don’t really have more coherent thoughts on this, just my brain going BRRRRR so yea lol 😂😂

hi! welcome!

i know we all joke about how stiles immediately knows it's derek hale that he and scott run into because it is funny. like stiles baby. honey. the signs were there.

i've always gotten the impression the fire is something stiles remembers very, very well.

the hale fire changed beacon hills. the hales had been there since the town's foundation. they were a well off, prominent family. there was reason to suspect arson. multiple children died and the only known survivors were two barely adult children and a severely burned, comatose man.

laura and derek were high schoolers. cora was eleven years old and presumed dead.

we're told the only thing left recognizable of talia hale were her claws.

it's the definition of a tragedy.

not to think of the supernatural repercussions to the vacuum left behind.

stiles would've been about 10 when the fire occurred which is young but old enough to understand the severity of such an event. especially as the child of the sheriff.

he probably saw how it weighed on his father and had a healthy dose of morbid curiosity. he may have even have knew cora hale in that passive way you know other kids in your school even if you don't know them personally. one day there and the next dead. for someone like stiles who gets hyper-focused on things and has a lot of anxiety stemming from the death of his mother i can easily imagine how his mind didn't let it go.

meeting derek in person created a hyperfixation so intense and so unhinged it led to him recognizing teen derek hale at 50 paces or less in a mexican desert several years later.

as he got to know derek he unlocked the layered tragic backstory stiles really became derek's secret keeper.

and it is only stiles that gets these pieces of the puzzle that is derek hale. he's the one who goes through the hale fire files, he's the one who pieced together that kate argent preyed on a young derek and he knows about paige.

i find it interesting choice to have only stiles know these things about derek. scott never learns of these things that could possibly make him more empathetic towards derek. the writers don't use it that way.

especially because stiles learning these things never goes anywhere overt. it's all in the subtext of the relationship between derek and stiles.

like, stiles learns about paige and he does nothing with this information but we do see him with tears in his eyes over it. he doesn't ever learn that paige's death gave power to the nemeton either. jennifer only tells derek that.

he knows all of this about derek and never tells anyone. he only ever alludes to knowing about kate one time and it's in the overlooked when he gets in derek's face. i'm unsure derek's even aware stiles knows about paige. stiles carries all these secrets about derek and he never uses it against him. instead he continues to keep coming back again and again and again for derek.

more importantly he understands derek and what is love but the mortifying ordeal of being known.

that all said stiles is absolutely unhinged about derek and derek does nothing to curb this by the way. if it bothered him he'd stop it but they are freak4freak so derek probably finds it charming even if he puts up a few token protests just to bait stiles.

[ynscrazylife]

I love that you’re going to try some writing for JJ! She’s one of my biggest comfort characters and youre like a comfort blog so like this is so perfect. I know it’s not quite a fic idea but do you think you would want to write some headcanons or something about JJ being your mom (assuming reader is a teen girl going through typical teen girl antics) thank you!!!

jj being your mom (jennifer jareau x daughter!reader hcs)

JJ would literally be the best mom ever. She’s so supportive and is always there for you no matter what. Even when she’s away with the BAU, she’ll stop whatever she’s doing to answer your phone calls, even if it’s over something trivial like you’re wondering where one of your books is. She definitely puts her family first. You’re the most important person in her life (along with her sons of course).

You and JJ often do a really bad country/southern accent to tease your dad, which often results in him finding a way to tease you back.

She is incredibly proud of anything that you do and will make sure everyone knows it. She does not care if it embarrasses you — she’ll tell everyone about your accomplishments.

Everyone in the BAU absolutely adores you. If JJ’s running late, she’ll often say that you needed help or something, and Hotch has a soft spot for you, so he won’t care (this leads to the others also trying to use you for excuses when they’re late/they mess up, then it doesn’t work as well).

JJ attends every one of your school events, sports games, concerts, etc. She’s always prepared when it comes to her children, so she’ll get there early and gets the best view.

She’s the type of mom to practically have a magical purse. It has everything you could need at any given moment. Water, snacks, tissues, a pen, advil, hand sanitizer, you name it.

JJ is also a big mama bear. She’ll do anything to protect you. Someone says something bad about you? She has it handled. Someone dares to lay a hand on you? Well . . . JJ becomes quite a scary sight. She won’t tolerate anyone mistreating you at all.

Her loyalties also always lie with you. If someone says that you’re lying about something, she’ll always believe you over them, no matter what.

Going through teenager-hood is hard! JJ’s not phased at all, though. She’s always around when you want to talk and when you need your space, she respects that and gives it to you. I think respect and boundaries would be a big thing for her.

If you need help with homework though . . . You might have to go to Uncle Spencer for that (which he’s more than happy to assist in).

JJ has a bit of a rough relationship with her own parents so she’s always making sure that you know that she loves you. She doesn’t care if saying “I love you” all the time is cheesy, it’s very important to her.

She tells you all about your aunt and eventually passes on to you the necklace that her sister gave to her <3 Although sometimes painful, JJ wants you to know about your aunt and she encourages you to ask any questions you have.

Going on BAU cases can be hard. She doesn’t like being away from you and will always call to check in. She also keeps a photo of her family with her at all times.

JJ loves to surprise you by coming home early. Seeing the look of sheer happiness on her face is everything to her.

You really can talk to her about anything. She’s very approachable and down to earth. The cool mom for sure.

Sometimes her patience can be tested, but JJ is more concerned about working things through with you and talking rather than immediately punishing you for something wrong you did. She wants to understand what happened and treat you respectfully, making sure you understand where she’s coming from too.

JJ tries not to spoil you a ton (Penelope seems to have that covered) and isn’t the type to give into puppy dog eyes, but sometimes she can’t help herself.

She’s also not obsessed with you getting the very best grades! As long as you’re doing well and trying your hardest, she’ll understand if something comes up.

I feel like she’d be the type of parent to want you to go to college but if you have a different plan in mind, she won’t immediately put you down for it. She’ll talk with you first to get the full picture.

You definitely inherent sarcasm from JJ too. It’s a battle of the wits, you give her a run for her money. She LOVES your jokes and hearing you laugh. She’ll often say that your laughter is her favorite sound.

Ultimately, JJ tries her hardest to be the best mom and role model for you :) and you make sure she knows she’s appreciated, just like she makes sure you know that you’re appreciated, too. The two of you are a team, you’re partners in crime. She’ll always be there, even if she’s mad, or not home, she’s by your side.

[wisteria-cherry]

forty days and forty nights (day thirty-five!)

(i always feel like

somebody’s watching me🤩)

the previous night’s incident had shaken you, shaken you to the point where you’d considered taking the day off. however, you were excited to see katsuki again, and you figured he was excited to see you.

“i’m tired.” you remark as you watch katsuki swirl around the last drops of coffee, catching the coffee grounds with it.

“you work in a coffee shop. take advantage of it, dumbass.” katsuki clicked his tongue.

“i did. i just finished a cup.” you roll your eyes as he shifted on the notably worn-in bar stool.

“then you shouldn’t be tired.”

“too bad.”

you pause, glancing at the clock.

“i wanna sleep tonight, kats. i can’t have anymore coffee. ‘sides, it’s time for me to go.” katsuki stood up.

“i’ll walk ya home. c’mon, loser.” katsuki grumbled.

“okay.” you smile. you didn’t bother protesting, not since last night.

you close as quickly as you can, making sure to be thorough as you did, not wanting to burden whoever would open the next day. you walk alongside katsuki until you reach the door. you let katsuki go out first. part of it was because you had to lock the door behind you, but you couldn’t deny the selfish part of you that wanted him to go out first in case the stalker was there. and although there was no excuse to your actions, you couldn’t deny that he had a better shot at fighting the stalker than you did. you found yourself being somewhat quiet on the walk home. you’d managed to get katsuki to rant, which was always entertaining. this time, it was about that dumbass deku and how he thinks he’s so perfect.

when you finally reached your apartment, goodbyes were exchanged, and almost immediately you went to bed, exhausted by the previous day’s events.

however, later that night, your eyes open instantly and you listen closely. you swore you’d heard a sound. some sort of cross between a bang and a clatter. it sounded like someone had hit your window. you groan under your breath, turning over in your bed to face the window and see if it was actually anything.

your blood ran cold.

it was him.

it was the same man who’d been in the alleyway.

he was there, staring, staring into you.

you blink, unable to do anything else, unable to move your body. the man wasn’t there. you quickly turn back over in your bed. you must have imagined it.

why can’t i just forget about yesterday? you think frustratedly. so stupid. now i’m losing sleep over it.

you pull out your phone, turning the brightness all the way down, not wanting anyone to see it despite being alone. you unlock it, opening the call app. you tapped katsuki’s number, opening his contact info. your finger hovered over the call button. did you dare?

no, you couldn’t involve katsuki in this. it’s not his problem; he’s busy enough as a pro hero.

a pro hero.

he has the capacity to help you, right?

you click the call button, but instantly hang up. not tonight. he didn’t need to be woken up just because you thought you saw someone. you probably didn’t even see anyone. it was probably a trick of the light. you were just tired.

you were just tired.

hey, katsuki, you recited silently, lips barely moving. sorry to bother you so late. i’m scared right now. i wish you were here, i wish you were here so much. you continued to mouth apologies to katsuki. you never did call him. but it helped. somewhat.

“i’m tired.”

(feel free to comment + leave ur thoughts :)

tags: @k0z3me @stevenknightmarc @failingstudents-blog @cherryblossomclarity @jazzafayesworld

[inconveniently-discorporated]

I just came back from An Evening with @neil-gaiman and if anyone is interested in an event near them and there are still tickets available, please do it.

If you're following this blog it's probably because you're a Good Omens fan, which I definitely also am, but I also enjoy his other works.

One of the things I enjoy about reading in general, and art as a whole, is the deep feeling of connection to humanity that comes along with it. I've never been to a literary event before, but I was surprised by how moving it is to physically occupy the same space as hundreds of other human beings who have not only read the same things, but are celebrating the same thing you are.

The speaker who gave the introduction mentioned how great it is to come together for something like this at a point where we have people calling for books to be banned and such. He also thanked the guests for wearing masks and being caring and courteous towards your neighbor. The audience erupted into applause at that, and I immediately teared up at the fact that this simple act of consideration was being so wholly cheered as a good thing by everyone.

Neil's an amazing orator, that alone is worth going for. My husband hasn't actually read anything Neil Gaiman, but he really enjoyed going with me. The things read were fun, and inspired that wonder that comes with imagination, that can be so hard to draw out in the middle of all of this life happening.

What I really enjoyed the most was when the topic of the audience came up and essentially him pointing out that there's a type. I think his work speaks to a lot of people who often feel like they're on the outskirts, people who have been cast aside, people who have otherwise been shunned for being different and "weird". I've been called "weird" all my life, by every single person who has gotten to know me, except for a very small select group of people who have empowered me to be myself.

This topic was brought up in such a welcoming, warm, and fond way. I was excited to go see Neil Gaiman, I did not anticipate what it would be like to be in a room full of other people who are similar. I overheard so many conversations about books no one else has read or are interested in. I saw the person a couple rows up lean against their partner and smile when the topic of "being weird" came up. I saw the girl with the snake pin and the tartan hair scarf.

I love writing, or stories in general no matter how they're told and shared. I love that someone can put something out there and bring so many people together. I love that you can go simply expecting one experience and come away feeling a renewed connection to perfect strangers, after that connection was gnawed and frayed over two years of an isolatingly lonely pandemic and other terrible things. What a cool thing.

So anyway, if you're thinking about it and at all able to go, please go.

[flightlessangelwings]

Watch Over You

Pero Tovar x fem!reader (no use of y/n) Word count- 5.3k Dialogue prompt- “ i can look after myself, you know. but... i do appreciate you stepping in back there. you saved my life. “ Action prompt- [ INCAPACITATE ]: sender, seeing the receiver in immediate danger, intervenes by knocking out their assailant before they can harm the receiver. Warnings- smut (18+ only!), fingering, unprotected sex, needing a kiss to hide from bad guys, mutual pining, protective!Tovar, bodyguard, minor violence, minor character deaths, reader is a royal/high rank but her status is only vaguely described and left open for interpretation, reader’s country of origin is also never mentioned so it can be read however you choose, reader has no physical descriptions and is only described as wearing “fancy clothing” so it’s open to interpretation Notes- Month 2 of my Year of Protectiveness! Thank you @yearofcreation2023​ for this event I’m having so much fun with it!! I also used an ask that @misspearly1​ sent me as inspiration for this fic as well! Enjoy!

To stay up to date on when I post, also follow my update blog and turn on post notifications @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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You sat in your little carriage as the horses pulled it along the windy and bumpy road. You were a long way from home, but you had a duty to fulfill. So you accepted a marriage to the lord of a distant land in hope of fostering peace and trade between your kingdoms. Everything around you felt different, yet it still felt the same as you watched the world from the safety of your carriage. But there was a sight that brought you more comfort than any other.

Joining you for the last leg of your journey was a mercenary you only knew as Tovar. He was rough and fierce, yet there was something about him that you couldn’t tear you eyes away from. Especially watching his profile as he rode his horse next to your carriage, you became familiar with the outline of his face and his strong beautiful nose.

If only his attitude matched how beautiful his face was.

He was tough with you as he was with the other guards. He never let you wander too far or speak to anyone not in your caravan. And when you did stop to rest, he didn’t let you stay out of the carriage for long. Not to mention he called you the most infuriating nickname.

“Let’s get moving, princesa,” Tovar grumbled as he ushered you back to your carriage.

“Don’t call me that,” you snapped back.

Your guard rolled his eyes before he looked around to make sure no threats were nearby. Secretly, the fire you held within you intrigued him. And you were the most beautiful person he had ever guarded. But this was a job, nothing more. With one final scan of the area, your caravan pushed on, and the two of you kept all your true feelings hidden and unspoken.

*

The sun lowered in the distance and became blocked as your caravan made its way around the winding path in the mountains. From your carriage, you watched out the window, taking in the majestic sights of the land, but something else constantly caught your eye. Tovar, the handsome, yet stubborn and grumpy guard was never far from you. And while the two of you bickered constantly, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of heat through your body when his gaze caught yours.

There were even nights that your hand slipped between your legs as you imagined it was his. You bit your lip as you kept your fantasies to yourself and you prayed he never heard you as he kept watch only a few feet away from you. A soft moan escaped your lips as you watched him atop his horse, his swords secured to his hip and his eyes sharp as he kept his guard up. You felt safe with him around, and you couldn’t quite explain exactly why.

But his service was about to be put to the test.

Out of nowhere, a scream echoed in the forest of the mountains and the horses were suddenly spooked. The men scrambled to calm the animals, but before they could, an explosion of dust blocked out the fading sun completely.

Tovar yelled your name as he jumped from his horse and ran towards your carriage, but before he got there, it tipped over after the horses bolted and the wheel hit a rock. You screamed from inside as you grabbed onto the side to keep yourself more steady as it fell sideways. All the air was forced out of your lungs as you hit the opposite wall on your shoulder.

Outside, you heard shouts and the clangs of swords and you knew that you were under attack. With a gasp, you pushed yourself up no matter how much your shoulder screamed at you. Ignoring the pain, you forced the broken door open with a few strong shoves and climbed out before you stumbled onto the ground. And the sight that you met made your blood run cold.

Dozens of men wearing uniforms you had never seen before attacked your guards and other members of your caravan. Fear pulsed through you as you stood frozen for several moments. And then your eyes landed on Tovar. He fought more fiercely than any of the others, and you watched him as he gritted his teeth and swung his sword with precision. The way his large hands gripped the base made you forget your fear for a moment… until someone yelled and ran towards you.

The man’s roar caught Tovar’s attention too, and he looked in your direction as he shouted your name. His own fear overtook him for a moment as he saw you in danger. 

Thinking quickly, you grabbed a sword of one of the fallen guards and held it up just in time to block your attacker. Sword clanged as you grunted and held your ground as your attacker charged at you again and again, but again and again you blocked and perried his attacks. After a few bouts, you were able to dodge his swing before you used your sword and knocked him to the ground unconscious. 

“Hmmf,” Tovar huffed as he flashed a smile. 

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t impressed, and watching you hold your own sent a pulse of warmth through his veins. But now was not the time to dwell on that, and he quickly snapped back into focus as another man rushed at him with his sword drawn.

You joined the fight as you all sparred against the attackers. Tovar kept you in the corner of his vision while he tried to make his way towards you. While he pretended not to care, he had grown fond of you while traveling through the woods together and your safety suddenly became his top priority. 

Once by one, the attackers slowly fell, along with many of your guards. Tovar didn’t care about the others though, just you. And once the opportunity presented itself, he ran towards you to be at your side. You didn’t notice as you were too focused on the assailant in front of you but another man snuck up behind you.

Tovar grunted as he hoped he reached you in time.

With one final thrust of your sword, you knocked down the man who gave you extra trouble. You exhaled heavily in relief as you took a moment to breathe, and you cracked a smile as you were proud of yourself for defending yourself. But, your relief didn’t last long and a rustle of movement behind you caused you to gasp.

But before the man’s bland hit you, another sword blocked its path and you heard a familiar voice at your side.

“Attacking from behind is the coward’s way, hermano,” he growled as he stepped in front of you, blocking you from the attacker’s path, “But I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore,” Tovar sliced his sword and easily took down the man. When he hit the ground dead, Tovar turned back to you and grabbed your arm, “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” you replied back, sounding bewildered.

Before he could say anything more, another explosion of dust hit the group. Tovar acted before thinking and grabbed you and hurled you both down the side of the cliff. He kept his arms around you to keep you close and safe as the two of you tumbled down the mountain for what felt like hours. 

Both of you grunted in pain as you took turns hitting the ground as you fell down the side of the mountain. The entire time, though, Tovar never let go of you, keeping you close to his body so you wouldn’t get separated. After hitting one final large rock, the two of you landed hard on the ground in a clear landing, Tovar on top of you.

“Ow,” you groaned as you blinked your eyes open. But you gasped softly when all you saw was the chest of your guard, and you suddenly realized how tightly he held you… and that he was on top of you. The pain you felt seemed to vanish as other thoughts flooded your mind.

“Shit,” Tovar grumbled as he pushed himself off of you, “Are you hurt, princesa?” he asked.

“Please don’t call me that,” you snipped back as you sat up and cradled your own body, “I think I’m ok though,” you paused as you looked into his eyes and noticed for the first time how soft they actually were, “Are you ok?”

Your question seemed to catch him off guard and his facade broke for a moment as his eyes widened, “Fine,” his tone matched yours as he slowly stood, “We need to get inside somewhere,” he extended a hand to you to help you up, “If we are where I believe we are, there is a village just down that way. We will find lodging for the night and get you back in the morning,” he explained his plan as he helped you up.

But even once you were on your feet, he didn’t let go of you right away, and it wasn’t until you gave his hand a squeeze that he realized and quickly jerked his hand away from you, “You will be on your way to your lord in no time, princesa.”

This time you chose not to comment on the nickname that annoyed you so, “You think I want to go back?” you asked.

Once again, your question caught Tovar off guard, “Why would you not?” he huffed, “How can you turn away from your life of luxury?”

Too filled with adrenaline from the fight, you couldn’t control your emotions as you burst out, “You think I want to go back to them?” your loud tone made Tovar blink, “I’m just a pawn in this whole thing. My father sent me to marry the lord of… I don’t even know where I am. The agreement was made to unite our lands and foster peace, but I don’t think that is their real agenda. I think they want to take our land for themselves. That’s how they always are. My father just wants to hope for the best though, so I did my duty to make him proud.”

Tovar stayed silent.

“Even a fancy cage is still a cage, Tovar,” you added in a softer tone.

He couldn’t deny that you weren’t wrong, yet it was still hard for him to imagine turning down a life of luxury after living the life of a penniless mercenary for so long. And there was something in your eyes that he just couldn’t refuse. You were unlike any of the other’s he had been hired to protect in the past. Something about you drew him in, even when you didn’t see eye to eye. But, this discussion would have to wait; protecting you was still his job after all, and the longer you stayed out in the open, the more vulnerable you became. 

Before he spoke, Tovar shrugged his clock off and draped it over your shoulders. When you tried to protest, he shushed you, “Your fancy garnets will stand out here,” he murmured, “Keep this on. We need to stay discreet.”

“Ok,” you whispered as you adjusted the clock and threw the hood up over your head, “Thanks,” you mumbled.

“Come on,” Tovar nodded towards the town, “We’ll find an inn and get off the streets for the night.”

“Right behind you.”

Tovar’s broad shoulders stayed in your view as you followed him through the town. You had never been in a place like this before, and it fascinated you. Every scene was a wonder to you, and you loved just seeing people go about their business. The inn he found was small and quaint and he guided you to a table in the far end of the open space while he went to the innkeeper to find a room. In the meantime, you got yourself two bowls of… whatever it was, for you and Tovar.

You cradled the bowl in front of you as Tovar came back next to you, his legs straddling the bench so he could face you. When you looked up, his face was so close to yours and it made the breath catch in your throat for a moment. You felt the heat from him, and you wondered if he felt your own heat radiate from your body as your nerves flared. 

“We have a room for the night,” he said plainly.

“And then what?” you asked in a hushed tone.

Tovar’s eyes narrowed, and you could tell he had something he wanted to say. Before he had the chance to, however, the front door burst open and three men wearing the same uniforms as the group who attacked you walked in.

“Shit,” he spat under his breath. When you tried to turn to face them, Tovar grabbed your face and forced you to look at him, “Do not look, they will recognise your face.”

“Shit,” you whispered as you looked into his eyes with a look of panic, “What do we do?” 

Tovar looked deep into your eyes and his chest tightened. He wasn’t used to seeing you scared like this, and he did not like it. Looking around, he knew that fighting was not a wise option in the inn. The smarter move was to stay hidden, but it would look too suspicious if both of you got up and scurred off. As your lips parted and you let out a shaky breath, he got an idea.

“Do not slap me,” he warned in a low tone as he grabbed the hood and pulled you even closer to him.

Before you could react, Tovar crashed his lips to yours, his large hand splayed out across your face to cover as much of it as he could as he pulled your body against his. Your moan was muffled by his lips as you clung to his sleeve. But what surprised him the most was that you parted your lips for him almost immediately to deepen the kiss. And God you tasted incredible.

Tovar got lost in your kiss for a moment as he groaned against your face. His hand tightened on you as he laid the other on your hip and held you close. He tilted his head to allow your tongue to pass by his lips as a rush of warmth shot through his body and went straight to his cock. For a moment, he was so lost in you that he almost forgot about the guards that lurked just feet away. 

“Disgusting,” one of them commented when he caught you and Tovar in your fit of passion, “There’s rooms upstairs. No one wants to see that.”

Tovar growled as he subtly pulled your hood up just a little more to hide your face. He wanted to lash out at the men, but protecting you was more important. His eyes fluttered open for a moment to make sure they didn’t come any closer, but he quickly closed them again to not look suspicious.

It was a few long moments before they mumbled amongst themselves and left out the door. Tovar lingered for a bit longer than he had to before he broke away from the kiss. His hand stayed on the side of your face, tenderly cupping you as you blinked your eyes open and looked at him with a bewildered expression. 

“Tovar…” you breathed as you tightened your grip on him and looked as if you were disappointed that the moment passed. But, you collected yourself and glanced over your shoulder, “Are they gone?”

He nodded, “For now,” his voice was low, “We should get into our room before they come back again.”

“Ok,” your voice was hushed that you barely even heard yourself, but you knew he heard you. There was something about being in his arms that made you feel unlike anyone ever had before. The rough edges of his features softened when he looked at you, and it made your heart skip a beat. And you felt safe in his arms, as if the whole world could be after you but as long as you had him, you knew everything would be alright.

The room that greeted you was not what you had expected. Not because it was small and bare, but because it only had one bed. Your body instantly heated up as you thought about the possibilities and what the night could bring, and how things could change between you and your trusted guard forever. But, a grumble from Tovar quickly brought those dreams down.

“Fuck,” he muttered, “I will take the floor.”

“Oh…”

He looked at you; you actually sounded disappointed. And he had no idea what to make of that. Tovar felt an undeniable attraction to you, especially after seeing you fight on your own and showing your strength. But you were… and he was… No. It could never work. It was his job to keep you safe, to deliver you to the lord and then never see you again.

“You can slap me now,” Tovar said, “For… Before…”

The two of you stood together in an awkward silence for several long moments. You fiddled with your fingers as he stood still, his eyes scanning you up and down. Neither of you knew what to say next. Tovar anticipated your slap, and he knew it would hurt, but the longer the time went on, the more he realized you weren’t going to. Instead, your next words caught him off guard. 

“Thank you,” you broke the silence in a meek voice, “I can look after myself, you know. But…” you took in a deep breath as you felt nervous, “I do appreciate you stepping in back there. You saved my life.”

He flashed a smirk at you, a gesture you knew was rare for him, “It was my duty princesa.”

You winced, “Please don’t call me that,” your voice was softer than times you said that to him before as you pleaded with him. 

“What do you want me to call you then?” Tovar stroked the side of your face.

“Maybe my name?” you trembled as the rough pads of his fingers brushed against your skin.

Tovar was silent for a moment before the next sound left his lips, and hearing him say your name for the first time made you gasp softly. But what he did next surprised you even more, “Since we are sharing first names…” he leaned in and whispered something in your ear before he pulled back and looked into your eyes once more.

“Pero…” you repeated what he whispered to you.

And that broke the dam. 

Pero yanked you closer and crashed his lips against yours in a heated and desperate kiss. He swallowed the moan you let out as he felt you cling to him, and he groaned when you hooked one of your legs around his to bring him even closer. Heat rose in the room as you both devoured the other, hands roaming all over the other’s body.

He tugged at your fancy clothes as he guided you back toward the single bed in the room, and his cock stiffened when you let him without hesitation. You tasted so good, and you felt so warm and soft under his touch that Pero couldn’t help but want more. He wanted to feel more of you, of your bare skin. He wanted to taste you wherever you would let him. He wanted to see what you looked like lost in pure bliss…

You moaned softly when he expertly unlaced your garments, and you felt a pulse through your body at the thought that this wasn’t his first time undressing someone who wore fancy clothes. But, that didn’t matter to you. No matter what the other had been through until now was irrelevant. All that mattered was you were here now, together.

Too needy to wait, you broke away from the kiss and with a deep breath, you helped Pero with the final layers of your outfit. You stayed steady as he yanked it off of you in one swift motion, and you felt hot under his gaze when he looked at your naked body for the first time. Nerves suddenly ran through you as he whispered a soft curse in Spanish before his hands were on you once more.

“Fuck you are beautiful,” he murmured softly before he pushed you back onto the bed and quickly stripped himself of his own clothing.

You felt yourself get wet as you saw more of his skin than you ever had before. Scars littered his body, but they only made him more beautiful to you. An involuntary moan escaped your lips as he bared himself to you in a way you were sure he didn’t do often. The vulnerability of shedding his armor and his weapons didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you hoped he knew that you trusted him just as much.

“Come here, Pero,” you whispered as you reached for him.

He exhaled deeply as he climbed on top of you without hesitation, silently accepting your invitation. He hissed through a clenched jaw when his already hardening cock rubbed against your body, and he felt you tense beneath him. The jolt pulsed through both your bodies, and it connected the two of you before he even touched you.

“I will take care of you, querida,” he murmured as he cupped the side of your face, “Do not be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid,” your voice was soft but he felt the strength and sureness in your words, “Please, Pero…”

You bucked your hips against his, and both of you groaned as your pussy rubbed against his cock. He growled as his hand ran down the side of your face and wrapped around your neck for a moment. Your eyes fluttered shut as the moan you let out made his cock twitch between your bodies. Pero didn’t squeeze your neck, but just rested his hand there for several moments as he rocked his hips against yours. 

“Que hermosa…” Pero murmured as he released your neck and grazed the skin of your chest until he reached your breast.

The moan you let out echoed in the room as Pero’s rough hand squeezed your soft breast, and when he pinched your nipple you cried out even louder. “Fuck… Pero…”

He growled as the need overwhelmed him. Part of Pero wanted to take his time and savor you, but when you sounded this tempting and looked this sensual underneath him, he knew that wouldn’t happen. With one last squeeze, he let your breast go and trailed his hand down your stomach to your cunt.

Pero cupped your pussy for a moment, his palm rubbing at your clit, before he slowly pushed a finger inside you. He groaned as you cried out in pure bliss. You clawed at his arms and dug your nails into the skin of his biceps, but Pero didn’t care. In fact, it added kindle to the fire that burned between you and spurred him on more.

He pumped his finger a few times before he added a second, groaning your name as your tight wetness consumed him already. You whined as you felt stretched by Pero’s thick fingers, but your mind swam in the pleasure they brought you. And when he hooked them and hit that spot inside you perfectly, you screamed his name.

“Pero…” you moaned as you felt like your body could burst at any moment. Never before had you felt anything like this, and you knew no one else would ever compare.

As much as he wanted to pull away and wait until he fucked you to let you cum, Pero found he couldn’t stop. He sped up his thrusts, and aimed at that sweet spot inside you over and over again until you completely fell apart. With a loud moan, you came hard on his fingers, thoroughly soaking them as he buried them inside you as far as he could.

You clung to his strong arms as you floated in your pleasure until you felt completely spent. With a heavy sigh you collapsed flat, letting go of Pero as you went limp on the bed. His cock strained with desire as he watched the show you put on for him, and when he saw you go limp, he carefully pulled his fingers out of you. Pero leaned forward and kissed his way up your body until he took your lips with his own in a deep and passionate kiss.

“I know you can give me more, querida,” he groaned in your ear, “As beautiful as that was…” Pero bucked his hips against yours so you could feel how hard he was.

“Y-yes,” you breathed as you kissed him again, “Please Pero… I need you inside me…”

The fire blazed behind his eyes as he growled and lined himself up without missing a beat. As he pushed the tip at your entrance, Pero felt the evidence of your first climax, and something overtook his mind. He grunted and murmured your name as he thrust himself inside you in one swift motion, perhaps a little too rough for you but in the moment neither of you cared.

You let out a loud scream as you felt stretched and filled beyond anything before. The burn quickly gave way to a pleasure unlike anything you ever felt before, and you immediately wrapped your arms around Pero’s broad shoulders and pulled him against your body.

He took that as all the confirmation he needed to keep going, and Pero thrust in and out of you in a fast and harsh pace. It was rough, it was needy, it was desperate, and it was everything you both craved. As he covered your body with his own, Pero whispered soft praise in your ear, contrasting with the harsh way he fucked you.

“Yes… Pero… Please… More…”

Pero growled your name as he grabbed your hips and snapped his own against your body over and over again. The passions between you could have burned the inn down, but neither of you cared. In fact, neither of you even remembered where you were at the moment as he thrust into you with his fast and harsh pace. 

Your breasts swung with every snap of his hips, and Pero found himself mesmerized by you. The way you writhed in pleasure beneath him, the way your mouth hung open and allowed the sounds to spill freely, the way you gave yourself to him… it was almost too much…

“Fuck, querida,” he groaned, “I’m going to…”

“Me too…” you whispered before you added in a lower tone, “Inside.”

“Ay fuck,” Pero grunted before he lost all control.

He thrust into you with everything he had as his climax quickly overtook him. With a low groan of your name, Pero came hard, spilling himself inside of you, and when you squeezed your inner muscles around him, he knew you were just behind him. It only took a few more thrusts for you to join him, and your second orgasm hit you with a loud scream as you clung to Pero’s body and dug your nails into his back so hard he bled.

When he had no more to give and both your climaxes were ridden out, Pero collapsed down on top of you, his cock still buried deep inside you. His weight was a welcome warmth and you immediately wrapped your arms and legs around him to keep him close. Heavy breaths filled the room as you both came down from your highs. 

“Do you need me to move, querida?” Pero asked in a hushed tone.

“No,” you pleaded, “Stay…”

He let out a single huff of a laugh, “Whatever you want, prin… querida.” 

*

The sun hit your face as you blinked your eyes open. You groaned as your body had never felt more sore, yet it was a welcome soreness. Before you even focused your eyes, a smile lit up your face and you reached out for Pero. But, when you felt nothing, you shot up with a gasp. The bed was empty, and he wasn’t in the room at all. You grabbed the sheets and pulled them up to cover yourself as your mind ran.

But before you were awake for long, the door creaked open and you braced yourself, “Pero?” you asked in a whisper.

The scowl on the mercenary’s face melted away when he noticed you were awake, “I am sorry querida,” his tone softened as he locked the door behind him and made his way to sit next to you, “I thought I would be back before you awoke.”

“It’s alright,” you traced a random pattern on his arm with your finger as you noticed that he only left in his tunic and pants. You sighed contently as you felt his muscles underneath the fabric as you scanned over his figure until you noticed what he held in his hands, “What’s this?”

“This,” Pero stood and showed you what he held, “Is your choice,” he leaned over and placed it on the bed next to you before grabbing your discarded fancy garnet from the floor and placing it next to it.

It was a dress. Nothing extravagant, just a simple peasant dress. It looked to be in just your size too. Pero watched as you looked over both outfits before you met his gaze.

“Whatever we do now is up to you,” he told you, “If you want to go back and marry the lord, I will take you there safely. If you want to go back home… Or stay here and disappear,” Pero fought to keep his voice level, “I will protect you,” he looked as if he wanted to say something else, but he only said, “I will go outside while you dress and get us something to eat.”

Before you could say anything, he was out the door again, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the choices in front of you. Pero had come a long way from the grumpy guard with the sour face that you had first met. Something about him changed, and it made your heart flutter. And he was the first person to give you a choice, something you did not take for granted.

You bit your lip as your heart fluttered in your chest. You stood and grabbed your choice and dressed yourself. Whatever lay next, you knew you would get through it because you had Pero Tovar on your side. You knew what no matter your choice, you were safe with him. And you were sure you made the right choice. 

With a deep breath, you reached for the door and pulled it open, ready to take the next step in your life… with Pero Tovar at your side. 

*

Tovar turned and for the second time that morning, the fierceness melted away into something more tender. He looked you up and down as he whispered your name, “So, you have made your choice.”

You bit your lip and nodded as you ran your hands along the scratchy fabric of the pain dress he got for you, “I have,” you breathed.

He closed the gap between your bodies and rested his hands on your shoulders, “I promise I will keep you safe, querida,” his voice was sure, “But, if you are to do this, you will need a new name… I am sure the attackers believe you are dead, and I would like to keep it that way.”

You smirked, “How about Tovar?” you gave him a mischievous smile.

Pero’s eyes narrowed, “Careful querida,” he warned, but his tone held no malice, “One day at a time.”

“One day at a time,” you echoed before you took a deep breath. “I’m ready.” 

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WIP Wednesday Thursday

I swear, I'm always a day late for this...but that's ok because I was busy working on several things. 😏 First up, I FINALLY got chapter 29 of Destiny & Deliverance started. I admit, I was stalling because I do not want it to end, but I think I have gotten my mojo back. Yesterday, some things happened in my brain that caused plans to change a bit with this chapter...among other things (I'll get to the other things in a minute). No ETA on when it will be done, but just know I am working on it. Since we have had a bit of a D & D drought, I offer a snippet to hold you over:

I was humming along with the radio that was just barely audible through the speakers in the living room and tucking socks into a drawer when a piece of clothing landed on my head. I sighed, pulling it from my face as I turned toward the door. I narrowed my eyes at Dieter, who was standing there in nothing but his black jeans with his arm leaned against the door frame above his head. He eyed me with a flirty smirk on his face.  I scoffed, “What am I now, your dirty laundry basket?” I turned to throw his shirt into the hamper as he made his way over to me with a chuckle. His hands immediately snaked around my waist, pulling me tightly against him while his mouth searched out the spot behind my ear that always got me going. Instinctively, my fingers tangled into his hair. My humming turned into a heavy sigh as my skin broke out in goosebumps from his touch. This felt like a distraction. I managed to gather my thoughts well enough to focus on the news I had anxiously been waiting for. I tightened my grip on his hair, “How did the…ugh…meeting go?”  He groaned, “Eso no es importante en este momento.” Taking a minute to translate that to the best of my ability, I pulled away slightly, tilting his head by his hair to make him look at me. “Por qué?”

These two...are going to be too much. Just sayin...🥰😏 Anyone want to take a stab at guessing what the meeting was about and why he is avoiding talking about it? Ok, so on to the other things...I know some of you caught it already when I posted yesterday, but I did want to share more details. So, I had planned to just do random outtakes for D & D from Dieter's POV as extras. Within about an hours' time, that all changed and now we have this. It will actually be a companion series called Light in the Darkness. It will be from Dieter's POV covering the events that take place in D & D. I already have the outline done and the chapter titles posted. Now, the question is, how well can I channel my inner emotionally unstable man and write his breakdown from his POV. That remains to be seen. I plan to work on this while I work on Closed Position. I figure it may be good to have something less dark to work on at the same time. Otherwise, I may melt into an emotional mess. You will probably notice, the images for the header of this fic (below) contrast from D & D. We are going to get a lot of insight on Dieter's feelings when it comes to Talia. The intimacy and connection between them is something that is on his mind... A LOT. Not necessarily in regard to sex either. It's something he has never experienced, and it is ultimately what changes him. It should be interesting to explore his side of things and see what he was going through when he wasn't with Talia.

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Start with the Sides: Wukong's Demise

Yo yo yo wassup! If you haven't noticed already, me and @justalilgiddybibs decided to do a spur of the moment fic collab series because why the fuck not I guess XD-

I never actually expected for it to get to this point but I have absolutely no regrets!!! Xey're really fun to talk to and I highly suggest checking out the blog made by hem!

Getting right into it, this is a Lee!Wukong, Lers!MK and Nezha SFW Tickle fic! If this is not your forte, no need to read! This is also a part II to Hah! Got 'Em!!!

Summary: After yesterday's antics, MK is left with a slight ler mood. Wrecking the resident Third Lotus Prince again would be cruel- but what about teaching him how to wreck others?

MK was bored. Really bored.

Nothing had really stirred his usual boundless amounts of energy; Mei wasn’t here to play a good round or twenty of Monkey Mech, and Redson was home brooding and inventing like he always did, so MK didn’t have immediate company to keep him active. It was starting to build up on him, especially after yesterday’s sugar rush-like energy.

Speaking of yesterday, the entire event had left him itching to do it again, constantly tapping and wiggling his fingers. Funny how that happens, but he doesn’t really have anyone he can just unleash it on. And even with Nezha here, the guy had only just found out what tickling was, he wasn’t going to go that far. He needed some other way to release all this energy…

 Wait a minute.

“Pssst- Hey Nezha!” The Lotus Prince looked up from his bowl of noodles he was just finishing, attention caught.

“Yes? What is it?” MK smiled as Nezha responded, already feeling a deviousness in his grin. “So uh, I was thinking about yesterday, and-”

“MK, I swear to the Buddha above himself-“

“No no no, I’m not gonna tickle you again, don’t worry!” MK laughed, finding it silly the way Nezha relaxed after having tensed so quickly in embarrassment at the recollections of yesterday.

“Actually, I was thinking…” MK glanced over at his mentor, Wukong, who seemed thoroughly lost in thought while fiddling with the chopsticks Tang had idly handed him. He seemed as if the world was completely empty save for whatever thoughts were manifesting in his head.

“Monkey King was the one who started it, right? So, how about I teach you the art of tickling people, and we use him for example?” Nezha looked at MK skeptically for a moment, then over at Wukong. A rare smile formed on his face, and it was at times like these that he remembered that Nezha too, had a mischievous streak, spanning many centuries longer than MK’s.

“You’re sure he’ll be okay with that?” He asked, still slightly hesitant.

Macaque, who overheard the conversation (having six ears is really helpful for eavesdropping, huh?), leaned in and whispered into Nezha’s ear, ignoring for the time being the fact that the poor prince tensed up at it.

“I’m gonna be honest for once, princey, but he really enjoys it. It’s basically his way of saying that he trusts you a lot. He was probably hoping to be tickled in return yesterday, but was kinda let down when he realized you didn’t have a clue what the fuck it is. You didn’t hear it from me though, in case he asks.”

Nezha chuckled lightly at Macaque’s slyness, and MK took a moment to shuffle through every memory he had of tickling the daylights out of the Monkey King before all of this. Sure, he didn’t get to tickle him nearly as much as Wukong would to him, but knowing that bit of information now…

MK had never felt so honored before.

“Alright then. MK, how do I do this?” Nezha easily relented.

“One second.” MK said, getting off his stool and walking over to Wukong, who didn’t seem to have the slightest idea what was going on, given how spaced out he was. MK snuck up beside him and, with little hesitance, promptly picked him up from under the arms. Wukong shrieked in surprise.

“AAHHHH!! Holy shit Mk-what the fuck?!”

“You’ll see soon enough, Monkey King! Hey Nezha, follow me!” The Lotus Prince cleaned up his bowl and chopsticks, setting them aside and handing them off to Pigsy, who almost smiled. It’s always nice to see another person who appreciates home-cooked meals. After the run-in with Speedy Panda…ugh.

Nezha followed the sound of Wukong’s struggling, and found the two upstairs in MK’s apartment on the floor beside the bed. The young hero had Wukong’s arms pinned under his knees, and at this point he had stopped struggling and laid on the floor, mumbling something about his hands going numb. MK paid no attention to it. “Alrighty then, Nezha! Your first lesson in how to tickle people and get the best reactions commences now!”

“SAY WHAT NOW?!” Wukong’s eyes shot wide open at the statement.

“Oh, you’ll live, Monkey King! Besides, you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

“Sh-shut up, kid! Now you’re just lying!” Wukong whined. MK only giggled at the half-hearted denial from his mentor.

“Alright, alright, shut up now! LESSON ONE!!!” MK shouted dramatically over top Wukong’s whining. “You gotta know all the techniques and where someone’s super ticklish! So, word of advice, if you wanna find out if someone’s ticklish, always start with the sides!”

And then to demonstrate, MK immediately started pinching at Wukong’s sides, causing the poor Sage to yelp and flinch every which way away from the fingers, not like it helped given that Mk had him pinned down, but it was a…valiant effort. Sort of.

“The sides are like, the most commonly ticklish area for anybody and everybody, so it’s always a safe bet to start there first! Ya feel me?” Nezha snorted slightly at the choice of words, but nodded and resolutely ignored the giggled whining and complaining of one Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

“Cool, cool, cool-WUKONG QUITE MOVING YA LITTLE-” You can’t blame the Lotus Prince for jolting at the sudden raise in MK’s voice, although given how playful his tone was and the stupid grin on his face, he wasn’t taking any of this too seriously at all.

Meanwhile, Wukong himself was giggling up a storm, squirming like his immortal life depended on it as he kicked his feet and slapped his tail to the ground.

“Stohohop pihihinching me thehehen! Kihihihid!!” Wukong responded back.

“Nuh uh, I gotta teach Nezha about the techniques, man. Think of the techniques!!”

Oh yeah, now MK was doing this mostly to mess with him.

Not like Nezha’s complaining though…

“Okay! So you see how I’m pinching him, right?” MK asked, turning his head to Nezha and ever so confident that taking his eyes off Wukong won’t change a thing.

“Yes?” Nezha responded, scooting closer and watching the motions with rapt attention.

And no, he would not admit how that made his own cheeks flush, or how it made butterflies flutter in his stomach.

“Is there anything special about it, MK?”

“Oh why yes there is, my dear Nezha.” Said ‘Dear Nezha’ gave him a questioning look. “You sound like one of those preachers from another religion-”

“SsshHHHshhhh shush shush shush, and let me speak my gospel-” MK wheezed in amusement, letting up on his hasty pinches and giving Wukong reprieve.

“So, you gotta make sure that you don’t pinch too hard, yeah? If you do, it’ll just hurt, and that’s not fun for anyone. So! You’ll wanna make sure that it’s quick and light, not enough to hurt, but enough to be felt.” He explained, going as far as to give a slow demonstration to what he was explaining.

Wukong’s breath hitched repeatedly as he bit down stray chuckles, burying his face into his shoulder, probably to silently deny just how embarrassing this must be for him.

“Oooh, I see, I see.” Nezha added verbally with a smile, a hint of pride welling up at noticing Wukong shrinking in on himself more at that.

“Would you like to give it a try?”

Nezha glanced up at MK, and simply smiled.

As MK moved his hands away, Wukong immediately renewed his struggling. “AH AH AH-WAIT! NO, I didn’t agree to this, this is non consensual!! HELP ME!!!” Wukong practically screamed, causing both Nezha and Mk to laugh at his embarrassed misery.

“No one’s here to save you, Monkey King! Now just be a good monkey and sit there so I can teach Nezha the wondrous ways of tickling.” MK spoke with faux somberness in his tone, patting the monkey on the head as Wukong wriggled around.

Now, Here’s the thing.

Nezha is reflexively fast. He has to be, he always has been. It’s what comes with being a guard.

Implementing that into a more harmless pinching motion was honestly pretty easy.

He did not, however, account for Wukong’s reaction.

The monkey let out a shriek at Nezha’s quick jabbing, his feet dragging frantically against the floor as he jolted and yelped at every quick little jab.

“My goodness, Nezha you’re quick with that shit, this is amazing actually hold on-” MK commented, and Nezha honestly couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped him if he wanted.

Because this was fun. Doing this quick little pinches up and down Wukong’s sides, watching him squirm like that so helplessly, giggling feverishly all throughout, it was funny to watch, and fun to do.

Yeah, he could absolutely see the appeal in it.

“Oh oh oh! Lemme show you something!” MK said, deciding not to stop Nezha from having his fun as he then went to skim his fingers along Wukong’s ribs, causing Wukong’s pitch to heighten and his laughter to grow louder.

“It’s funnier when you have more than one person involved in the tickling, but besides that, Wukong’s got some pretty sensitive ribs, so there’s this really funny game you can make out of it!” MK explained, catching Nezha’s attention as he started scritching all along Wukong’s ribs.

Wukong choked on a laugh, throwing his head back and shaking his head a few times as MK went on to explain and demonstrate. “So, we’re basically going to be ‘counting’ if he’s got all his ribs in place. Cause like, ya never know with this one right here-” The Monkie Kid said with a light roll of his eyes.

“Nezha, I’d humbly request you to tell me-how many ribs do we normally have?” MK asked, putting a dramatic tone into his voice that had Nezha scoffing. “Twenty four, MK. We have twenty four.” He answered dutifully.

“Well, are we sure that Wukong has all twenty four? I mean, for all we know, he could have lost some in all his battles or something! Oh, you poor, poor monkey, I’ll help you, don’t worry Monkey King!” MK wiped a fake tear just to emphasize, which only caused Wukong to hiccup with laughter.

“So I found one, y’know! And here’s two, and we got three over here-” Nezha himself flushed a great shade of red as he watched the way MK dug into Wukong’s ribs like no tomorrow, the theatrics he put up were almost as impressive as Macaque’s, because Wukong was really starting to laugh up a storm right now.

“NAHahAHaha! StAHAP- MK!! AHAHAHAHA, PLehEHEhease!” Wukong has already resorted to pleading, and they weren’t even ten minutes into this, barely even five.

Yeah, okay, MK was scarily good at this.

But also…Mei…

Nezha shivered to himself.

“Ooooh maaah gaaawd-Monkey King stop moving or else I can’t count all your ribs! It’s like you’re- AUDIBLE GASP!! ARE YOU HIDING SOMETHING FROM ME!?” MK yelled out, throwing his head back to give Wukong some serious side eye.

Wukong, for all he tried, shook his head hastily, his nose all scrunched up as his blush only deepened from what could practically be described as torture from his successor.

Maybe not actual torture, but it sure looked like it!

“I think you’re hiding something from me and I WILL GET IT!! AAAAAAAAAAH-” Now even Nezha couldn’t help but dissolve into laughter as Mk let out a battlecry- a battlecry of all things!- digging into Wukong’s ribs and making the monkey go ballistic with the ticklish sensation.

“KIHIHIHID!! FAHAHAHAHA- STAHA- STAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAN’T-AAAAAHAHA-!” Wukong cried out desperately, and for a second, Nezha was worried that he really couldn’t take it.

But when he actually looked up at MK and Wukong, he took notice of something.

As much as MK was joking around beyond multiple extremes, he seemed to be..paying rapt attention to Wukong, as if there would be a sign of some sort that would tell him if… Wukong’s had enough.

‘Ah.’ Nezha thought. ‘They probably do have a sign.’

That attention to detail, that level of care despite this tomfoolery…it was sweet. He wouldn’t deny it. It was really sweet.

(No, he doesn’t want that kind of attention, though! I-it’s just a sweet thing to take note of, okay? He’s not- like, craving that or anything!)

“By the Gods, you might actually kill him.” Nezha couldn’t help but mutter, surprised and unsurprised that MK ended up hearing that despite Wukong’s frantically loud laughter.

“Oh my gods, can you kill an immortal by tickling? I mean like, you can die by it-”

“Excuse me?”

“But I never considered the possibility.”

MK finally slowed down his downright malicious ministrations, and Wukong practically choked on the air he greedily inhaled as he caught his breath. But now the boy was really thinking about it- like, hand to his chin in deep, otherworldly thought kind of thinking.

“Let’s not test that out now, MK. You’re teaching me, not trying to kill a god.” Nezha said with a light hearted chuckle.

“Yeheheah! Yeah-kid, plehehease no, don’t do thahat.” Wukong nodded fervently, clearly filled with nervousness as MK practically stared into his soul.

“...Nezha. I must bestow some very important information onto you.” MK muttered, clearly trying to make this sound very, very important and serious. And as much as Nezha would probably never be able to know if tickling could turn into that kind of serious, he at least knew that it perhaps was important.

So, for fun’s sake, he played along.

“Yes, MK? Whatever piece of information will you bestow upon me that requires such an important incline in your tone?” MK almost broke character, taking a minute not to laugh at the longer than necessary sentence.

“There are certain places on the body that are very sensitive, Nezha. Of course, that’s a given, the nerves in our bodies do flippity things to cause stimuli because biology says so.” MK says with a dismissive hand wave.

“But there are some parts of the body that are so sensitive that it’s actually a little concerning.” Nezha noticed from his peripheral the way Wukong practically froze with tension, coming to a conclusion very rapidly.

“Kid! Hey, nO! None of that!” Wukong complained, but Mk just playfully shoved his forehead and continued talking all business-like.

Nezha struggled so hard to take this seriously, but he nodded along just fine.

“These particular spots are what we like to call, Death Spots.” MK finally said, jolting a little as Wukong struggled underneath him. “MK! MK SHUT UP RIGHT NOW-!!”

“HUSH, MONKEY KING, I’M MAKING HISTORY HERE!!! LET ME WORK MY MAGIC!” MK shouted right back, before quickly jabbing Wukong in the hips, the sage letting out a stray squeal that quite frankly made Nezha himself chuckle a little bit.

“Now, let me tell you about Monkey King’s Death Spots-”

And let Nezha tell you the way MK yelped as he got kneed in the damn back.

Nezha himself jolted backwards as MK whipped his head over to Wukong in alarm, who had an expression that very clearly read ‘oh shit’ all over it.

There was a long, suffering silence.

“You did not just hit me.”

“MK- kid-”

“Monkey King. Wukong. Great Sage Equal to goddamn Heaven, tell me you did not just hit me.”

Nezha slid away. Just a bit. You know. To save himself.

“Kid please I’m sorry-”

“Lesson two, Nezha. Lesson two.” The Lotus Prince almost flinched himself at the maniacal grin on MK’s face. “And this one is specifically tailored to god damn, motherfuckin’ Wukong.”

“MK have mercy on me please-”

“If this bitch deserves it, show no fucking mercy.”

And then MK proceeded to strike two places at once.

Wukong let out the loudest damn scream that Nezha has ever heard-and probably will ever hear-out of his mouth in centuries as MK started nibbling away at his neck, and scribbling into his belly remorselessly.

Nezha himself yelped, face turning pink in pure second hand in embarrassment as Wukong screamed and shrieked and laughed like his life depended on it. The monkey thrashed, writhed and squirmed as much as he could, but MK held steadfast, nibbling and ‘nom nom nomming’ away at his neck and scribbling ceaselessly against his belly, on every goddamn side.

“KAHAHAHAHA- PLE- NAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHA- AAAAAAAAH!! FAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA-!” Wukong couldn’t make one lick of a sentence from all that attention, and it seemed to be driving him up the goddamn wall.

At some point, he was able to free one hand.

That, however, proved to be a mistake.

MK showed no mercy and began drilling into the underarm of his free hand, the sage knocking his head against the ground with just how fast he had flung it back. His legs were kicking furiously, his tail slapping on the ground with a quick thump thump thump like it didn’t know what else to do. And based on how much he was holding back the power he definitely had to throw off his mentee, both of them were clearly having fun.

And Nezha sat there, hands over his face yet peeking through the fingers to watch this… spectacle.

MK, to make matters worse, had the most deadpan expression he could muster, channeling the pure energy of ‘boredom’ into his act like this was another normal Tuesday afternoon.

Oh gods, that was just horrifying.

Horrifyingly funny, yeah, but horrifying nonetheless.

Wukong laughed and laughed until he started hiccuping, and then laughed even more. He barely even seemed to be getting any air, and even if he was immortal and technically didn’t need air, that flush of exertion was telling a whole different story and he seemed beside himself with a heavy case of mush brain.

The butterflies in Nezha’s stomach flapped tenfold and he involuntarily scrunched in on himself, watching with so much attention he very faintly recognizes he should probably not have. But he couldn’t help it! It was in his face, it was in his ears and it was in the way his shoulders hunched up, subconsciously protecting his own neck in the way Wukong most certainly couldn’t copy.

He doesn’t know how long that absolute torture must have gone on for, he doesn’t even know why MK has such freakishly insane lung capacity for this (he’d know from experience that the kid probably wouldn’t have stopped last time if Pigsy hadn’t told him to cut it out.), but finally at some point, Wukong’s laughter had gone on so long that he’d grown hoarse, and he tapped MK’s shoulder three times- like a sign.

MK let up- so that was the stop signal- and eased off Wukong as the poor monkey gasped for relief. Wukong curled in on himself once MK had rolled off of him, giggling nonsensically to himself as he seemed entirely out of this plane of existence alone.

So…Death Spots were really that bad, huh?

Oh Buddha, someone save him.

“See? Sometimes you just gotta show no mercy and give him shit for it.” MK shrugged with a grin, as if he hadn’t actually almost killed the Great Sage himself, via tickling.

Nezha stared in shock-and mild mortification-at this kid.

That… he didn’t even want to know how that must have felt.

“...fuck.” Was all Nezha could mutter.

“...fuck-” MK repeated, cutting himself off to let out a loud wheeze, laughing to himself as he sidled up next to Wukong.

“Monkey King, are you dead? Did you die? Did you lose your immortality-why are your pupils so big???” MK laughed even harder as Nezha took note that yes, Wukong’s pupils did in fact dilate hard.

“Wukong?” Nezha called out, holding in a laugh at how absolutely unresponsive the other was.

But his tail was wagging, so he’ll take that as a good sign.

“Told you he’d enjoy it-”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!”

MK and Nezha screamed in surprise at the new arrival, and Macaque, who had just entered the room, was smiling in amusement at Wukong like he personally won the lottery.

Now that he had the brain to control his body again, the ghost tickles that hadn’t yet registered now had started coming in, Wukong squirmed quite a bit, clearly still a bit tuckered out. MK patted his mentor on the head, and gently rubbed off the remaining phantom sensations. “Too far?” He asked.

“Wuh- Nah, y-you’re good, kihid.” Wukong assured him.

Nezha held back a squeal at how adorable Wukong looked after the heavy bout of ticklish fever- Because no he was not going to squeal at adorable monkey business he has not sunk that low yet- and then he turned to MK. “So, is everyone that ticklish?”

“Not everyone in the world per se, but if you’re thinking of everyone here? Yeah, I’d say pretty close.”

“I see…”

“So yeah, if you ever want to at least try getting revenge on Mei-”

Oh, oh yeah no, he knows a losing battle when he sees one.

MK, on the other hand…

“No, I’ve got a better idea.” 

Without further warning, He leapt clear over Wukong and instantly pinned MK to the cushiony mattress beside the monkey. “I would like to remind you of what you did to me yesterday- Don’t think you’re getting away scot-free just because you showed me how to destroy that little shit.”

“W-wahait, Nezha-” MK looked around for a means of escape, then called out to Wukong who, despite being absolutely demolished not even a minute ago, seemed to get back some coherence.

“Monkey King! Mohonkey King help me!” Nezha glanced over at Wukong to see what he would do, given his student was pretty much in danger. Wukong, of course, didn't seem to give a rat's ass about MK in that moment.

He proceeded to roll right off the bed, hitting the ground with a “Just like he said, Nezha. Start with the sides.”

Sometimes, Nezha forgets how petty that monkey can be.

Then again, he's not really complaining.

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The Same As Always

So I can already hear it. If I'm so scared of Rook, why am I always writing about him? That's because fear makes me nut, and I'm horny on side (this is not my main blog lmao) Also I'm so sorry, I cannot remember who made this divider since I downloaded it a few years ago, so if it's yours please let me know and I will credit you! This is kind of a reimagining of events based on that very loose series I have floating around on my page (He Begs Not For Petulance) so I hope it comes across as well as those.

Who is this fic for? I tried to keep it very gender-neutral, so hopefully anyone who can handle it. I apologize, since Rook does use the masculine version of most pet names in this (cheri instead of cherie, etc) but it's less feminizing than him referring to the reader as "ma biche" or "ma coccinelle", so that's just how that goes. It is a shame, but I also stayed away from "mon nounours" because that is also a bit too gendered. Very cute, though.

Anyways, this fic is DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. It's not as dark as my usual stuff, but that's not saying much. TW for noncon (touching and sa), knifeplay, blood, head injuries (accidental), captivity, and yandere. Also rusty, probably incorrect French and Rook Hunt, of course. I don't add translations because I feel like if the reader doesn't know all or any of what he's saying, it adds to the creep factor.

You don’t like it here. You think you don’t, at least. It’s hard to explain.

It’s winter, it has been for far too long. Maybe you’ve been here for a bit too long as well. It’s hard to keep track of time, since the sun seems to never rise wherever you are.

You can’t exactly remember how you got here. You remember the wagon. You’d needed quick travel through the mountains, but you also can’t remember where you were traveling. You remember everything going dark, waking up to see a blood-stained stone before you, feeling the warmth on your forehead and wondering where the wagon had gone. Your first thought was that you were now in a survival situation as it began to snow around you, the snowflakes dancing in the wind that found its way inside your loose clothing. You stood there for a moment, maybe, and then you started walking, and from there it all goes black. 

You can definitely remember the first time you saw him. You were lying in an unfamiliar bed, something snug around your forehead. A candle cast a warm, quiet light into the room, and it burned through your eyelids, your vision a murky orange-pink until you opened your eyes and came face to face with… him.

Flaxen hair, a soft smile as he reached forward to caress your cheek, and most of all, those intense jade eyes. You jumped and immediately felt woozy, but you were confused enough to pay that little mind.

The man shushed you, gently pulling you back into a relaxed position and cooing at you as though you were a small child, “Ah-ah, fear not, mon cheri, you are no longer in death’s grasp. Do you remember your name or how you’ve gotten here?”

You couldn’t answer him at first. His eyes narrowed, the rest of his face still a pleasant mask, and he eased you onto your back, your head against the pillow.

“Fret not, mon petit. How about I tell you my name, and then you can decide if you’d like to tell me yours?” His voice was quiet when he spoke to you, and you noticed that there was a large knife sheath snug on his thigh.

You were still bewildered. You couldn’t connect any of the dots that had led you to this moment, and it was making your heart beat a bit too fast for your liking. The stranger smiled wider and squeezed your trembling hand.

“Je m’appelle Rook Hunt, le chasseur d’amour. I found you wandering aimlessly in this forest, the life pouring from your head like a faucet. You passed out in my arms, and brought you here.”

You didn’t remember wandering around. You could remember getting up, but you didn’t remember wandering around. Your hand comes up to your forehead, the soft bandages rubbing against your fingertips. When you looked back at Rook, you tried to figure out what you should say. Your tongue felt thick in your mouth.

“I… I’m kinda thirsty.”

Rook smiled ever wider and stood, and you got the chance to look around a bit more. You seemed to be in a small log cabin, the bed in a sort of nook, away from the rest of the cabin. You could see Rook from where you were, his back facing you as he poured you a cup of water. The kitchen area was open, but small, a table with three chairs right next to it, and you could sort of see a pretty ornate looking rug, but as you were looking at it, Rook returned and helped you into a seated position.

He held the cup for you as you drank. When you finished, he placed the cup on the table and stroked your cheek, still smiling. His actions towards you were awfully familiar, as though you were old friends or something.

“Where am I?”

“A little cabin in the woods.” Rook didn’t remove his hand from your cheek. His gloved thumb was so gentle against your cheek. “Why don’t you get some rest? You lost quite a bit of blood, cheri.”

You did feel tired… and even though you were confused, it was almost as though a spell was cast on you, lulling you back to sleep.

You’re almost certain you don’t like it here. Although he never said anything to you about it, it became somewhat clear that you couldn’t leave once you felt well enough to move around again. At least you were moving, though.

It was also at this point that Rook began leaving the cabin often. It left you bored, not that his form of entertainment was a good one, and you started cooking to alleviate that boredom. You couldn’t really recall if you were good at it before, but you were decent enough to make basic stuff, so you did. For some reason, Rook had an icebox, not a refrigerator. You didn’t know what it was at first, and you felt like it was rude to open random cabinets in a strange man’s cabin, so you left it alone until he informed you that there were usually fresh vegetables inside.

You’d sit next to the potbelly stove and sip tea as you stared out the window at the snow. This winter was going on for far too long, and it always seemed to be dark here, but you didn’t know where “here” was.

Rook would stomp back in, snow caked along the feather in his hat and melting off the brim, and he’d cast you a smile before swishing into the basement. When he’d return, he’d guide you back to the bed and sit at the table himself, writing furiously… until recently.

Last night, he’d led you back to the bed after checking your wound and changing the bandage, but instead of taking a seat at the table and writing, he slipped into the bed beside you. You didn’t know it at the time, but this would be the precedent for the rest of your life.

“What are you doing-”

“Shh, shh. Relax, cheri. I will recite a poem for you.” He curled his arms around you, holding your aching head to his chest as he whispered.

“What?” You were fatigued, still recovering from your injury, but you struggled to break out of his hold anyway.

He shushed you again, his deceptively slim arms keeping you immobile, and then he began to speak, quiet and steady, “My darling is silent. Quiet as the night.”

“R-Rook…”

He continued speaking as though you hadn’t said anything at all, “Mon orilles sont pauvres faute de sa douce voix.

As I look at that sweet face,

Beautiful as a flower, as the moon, as the blood in our veins,

Je me sens seule dans ma peau.”

You… are not amazing at French. A small English to French dictionary was left on the table whenever Rook left, but reading made your head swim, pangs of pain so bad that you had to rest immediately. But, from what little you understood, the man who had saved you from a cold death outside seemed to have something worse planned for you, if you were in fact this “darling” he spoke of.

You definitely do not like it here. You’d made the mistake of pushing Rook’s increasing affections away every chance you got, resulting in him reading your reluctance to be around him as hostility. You’d gone to cut some vegetables and found that all the knives were replaced with children’s safety cutlery. While you could very well still cause damage with them, you couldn’t do anything life-threatening without a lot of effort and no fighting back. The serrated plastic edges were only good for cutting through the flesh of fruits and tender meats, and the rounded tips meant you couldn’t really pierce anything.You couldn’t even skin a fish that Rook came back with, he did it with his hunting knife after watching you struggle for an irritatingly long time.

And then there’s the cellar. You had taken a nap after trying to read and woken up, the sky dark as usual and a terrifying grinding, clunking noise coming up from the basement. You felt like you needed to hide, so you did. You crawled under the bed and waited, the basement door flying open and a few more candles getting lit echoing as the grinding noise- the sound of something big and heavy being dragged- moved further back towards the area of the cabin that you didn’t go in usually. There wasn’t much over there except for a wardrobe, and you didn’t like opening cabinets here. It stopped being about politeness a while ago, and had turned into the fear of finding something you didn’t like.

When you heard the front door open and close, felt the frigid rush of air that entered the cabin, you felt like you were frozen as well. You couldn’t move as you heard the sound of water being poured, and you worried for a while that you would start to feel the wooden floor beneath you grow cold and wet. Instead of wet floors, however, you saw Rook’s feet- you could only tell because of the freckle that peeps over his sock on his left leg and the fine blond hairs prickling from his skin- in your narrow window of vision from where you were cowering.

“Cheri… come out from under there.” 

You did, but you did so slowly. As soon as you were no longer under the bed, Rook pulled you to your feet and looked at your face. He’d never made such a serious expression before, not that you’d seen, and it made you feel a bit panicked.

“R-Rook, what was all that noise?”

His face smoothed and he let go of you, then he waved towards the dark corner of the cabin.

“I’ve run a bath. The water is warm, lapin, so you’d best get in before it cools.”

You did feel grimy, and since you were okay with standing and walking around for longer periods of time now, as compared to the first few weeks you were here, you jumped at the prospect of getting clean. You quickly undressed, knowing it was dark enough that Rook probably couldn’t see you, and climbed into the warm water. You couldn’t see if there was any soap, but as you were squinting into the darkness, kneeling in the tub as you leaned forward over the side, you felt something brush against your back. When you turned around, you shrieked like an owl and had a very intense internal dilemma.

Rook was seated in the tub behind you, or in front of you now, since you were facing him. He produced a bar of soap and began washing himself, dipping his head under the water so he could wash his hair as well. You couldn’t help but blankly stare at him, eyes wide as he acted so casual. This had been a problem for a while, actually, but never so severe as this. Rook was overly familiar with you, he touched you as though you had been married or were close friends, and apparently now he thought it was fine for you to share a bath. His eyes met yours in the dark corner, and he possibly smirked. You couldn’t quite see, but you could hear it in his voice.

“Ah, mon cher, did you need the soap? But you can’t see very well, can you? Come and let me wash your supple skin.”

A moment before he said that, you were debating if you should get out of the tub or something. You couldn’t tell if it’d be better to be ogled as you dressed or if staying under the water would give you a bit more modesty. After he said that, his arms reaching for you, you began to stand up. Although it was dark, you still saw his eyes flash, saw a slight movement in his wrist, and you were brought to your knees. It felt as though vines were wrapped around you, and you tilted forwards into your captor’s chest as your balance failed you in the dark water of the tub.

This man was a mage. You didn’t think you’d ever met one before, but you couldn’t remember. You wailed and begged for him to let you go as he began to gently wash you, but he simply shushed you and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

You absolutely hate it here. As you chopped carrots for the stew you had decided to make, you wondered where you were from or where you were going, and hoped someone knew you had never shown up and was looking for you. You didn’t think that was the case, however.

“That does smell divine, trickster.” Rook said, walking up the stairs from the basement, “Et vous êtes terriblement mignonne, portant ce petit tablier adorable et préparant le dîner…”

“I can’t cut the meat well with this. Can I have an actual knife, please?”

Rook didn’t answer, leaning against the wall and watching as you chopped the carrots with some difficulty. He looked pleased, though whether it was with you or the situation remained to be known. When he finally pushed off of the wall, he wrapped one arm around your front, burying his face in your hair as his other hand slid down your thigh.

“Get off of me!” You tried to slash his arm with the knife, but it barely even scratched his skin, and the hand that was resting on your waist came up to crush your dominant hand so you’d drop the knife.

Panic spiked through your veins as he slipped his hand up your leg so he could slide it in the waistband of the pants you were wearing. His hand that was crushing yours lowered to hold your wrist against the counter.

You’d never tried this before, but when his lips pressed against your neck, you felt your breath hitch and you let out a desperate cry for help. 

Rook laughed in response and nipped your neck, his teeth pinching your skin between them. His hand in your waistband smoothed down your pelvis to gently massage your sex, and you screamed again, thrashing and flailing so he would let you go.

Despite him never quite showing this side of him to you before, Rook was something of a strategist. As far as you could tell, it hadn’t been that long since you’d gotten here, if your head injury was anything to measure time by.  

“Relax, ma crevette. You are still recovering, no? Allow this lowly hunter to take care of your body.”

Your head hurt and you felt dizzy as he stoked your arousal. A disconnect between your mind and body grew into a chasm and you began to bawl as a pressure built up in your core. Your head was spinning, it felt as though your brain was throbbing, and you shuddered and wept as Rook peppered kisses on your cheek. He had you pressed solidly against the counter, his body keeping you more or less still. His breath was hot on your skin, and you felt like you were in hell.

“Come, trickster. The soup can wait. Je dois t'avoir.”

“No!”

Rook paid you little heed as he dragged you backwards towards the bed, and while you were expecting him to just throw you onto it before he assaulted you, he gently swept you off of your feet and laid you down. That was where his mercy ended, however, if it could even be called mercy here. That knife that was pressed to his thigh, still warm from his skin and him doing whatever he did in the basement, was quickly unsheathed and trailed lightly up your sternum.

“Not struggling any longer, mon petit lapin? I’m glad to see you’ve come to your senses.” His blade slid back down and he used a finger to help hook it under the hem of your shirt, cutting through the fabric as though it was nothing, “And I am sure you must be confused, but a little… exercise is good for your condition.”

You wanted to vomit, but Rook’s gloved hand cupped your chin. His knife felt cold against your now bare skin, and your breath hitched as you sucked in and held it, your eyes looking down at where Rook had his knife.

One of his leather-covered fingers tapped your cheek, and you looked back up at him. He smiled sweetly and sat up a bit, his blade still pressed flat against your stomach, right over your navel. He caught the fingertip of his glove in his teeth and yanked that glove off, tossing it to the side and passing the knife to his now bare hand. As he leaned forward to hover over you once more, his knife pressed under your chin and his gloved hand slipped into your pants, shifting lower than your crotch to prod at your poor ass. You closed your legs tighter in panic, and Rook tutted at you as though you were an unruly child.

“Come now, cheri, you should relax.” He whispered, leaning closer to press a kiss against your forehead, where you’d hit your head and how you’d gotten into this whole mess. “Plus vous êtes tendu, plus la douleur est forte…”

“D-don’t do this, don’t-” Your voice sounded so shaky, and you realized that you were trembling. Every time you made the slightest movement, you could feel the sharp edge of Rook’s hunting knife against your chin.

“Open your legs, Trickster. I’m not touching you for my benefit… although your faces of bewilderment and pleasure are quite sweet.” His finger circled the tight ring of muscle around your anus and you slowly relaxed.

“Wh-why are you d-doing…?”

Rook smiled sweetly and removed his finger from your anus slowly, instead dragging your pants down your legs and relaxing his hand with the knife against your neck. When your lower half was mostly bare above the knee, he pressed two fingers into your ass and slowly massaged you from the inside, tilting his head as his face fell.

“After I graduated from NRC, I did not think I’d see your darling little form again. It was a welcome surprise… but I don’t suppose you know what I’m talking about.” He mused, reaching over your head to grab something. He opened the little bottle with one hand, the slippery liquid cold on your asshole as he resumed his gentle fingering, “You don’t remember me in the least. Do you?”

You felt so woozy and scared, but it explained so much if he knew you… but that didn’t matter. He was still a stranger to you, and one who was currently preparing to do more terrible things to you.

“Heh… I did think so.” Rook quickly unbuckled his pants and tugged them down just enough to free himself. He pulled back away from you to seat your thighs on his own, his cock slowly inching into your poor hole. His knife slid away from your neck but remained in his grip as he slowly slid his hips forward, his opposite hand holding your ass.

Your vision was white for a moment, and when it returned it was blurry. Were you crying? You could hear loud, shuddery breathing, and it took a moment for you to figure out that it was coming from you. Rook sighed peacefully, as though this was a walk in the park for him. 

“Aw… I do not enjoy harming you, trickster.” Rook murmured, his hips slowly beginning their undulating motion. He shushed your pained sounds, “This is my love for you. You’ve only grown more beautiful these past few years.”

You winced and pushed against him, your feet shifting so you could try to kick him away, and his knife came back to rest against your collarbones. His hips rocked a little faster, every pump leaving a burning stretch that only felt like it doubled over onto itself.

“Did you know? How I felt for you, how I longed for your touch all those years ago? These three on my own… they have been l'écrasement de l'âme. I’ve had far too much time to- Putain, tu n'es pas du tout détendu…” Rook wheezed and grunted, dark and low.

You felt a pit in your lower belly, and you grabbed the wrist that had the knife, your watering eyes wide as you looked up at this man who apparently knew you.

“Please, petit, you have to… fuck- you must unclench, or this will not last much longer.”

His demand was probably one of the most ridiculous things you’d heard. You couldn’t relax. He had a knife to your throat, he was rearranging your guts, and he had chosen just now to inform you that he was aware of at least a portion of your past. You made this strange whining shriek noise, and Rook’s hand holding the knife slipped ever so slightly.

It was unclear as to whether or not he did that on purpose, especially since he removed the blade from your skin and lasciviously lapped at the small cut on your collarbone, his lips trailing up to your ear.

“Préparez-vous, car je vais déposer mon amour dans votre estomac en attente.”

The sentence itself was honestly quite jarring, but Rook groaned loudly into your ear and nearly folded you in half as he came inside of your ass. It felt hot and sickly, and the musky smell of Rook’s skin and sex permeated the room. Your head panged, woozy throbs that made your stomach churn. Rook dragged his body up and gently teased your sex with his gloved fingertips, his murky green eyes glued to yours. 

“Wh-”

“Did you truly think I would not give you the same bliss you have given me?” He mumbled, “You really don’t remember me, then.”

As he pulled out of you and stroked you to your own orgasm, he smiled sadly.

"Don't worry, trickster. You will remember in time."

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'Black Wedding' Story Event: Chapter 1

Roger's Route

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Things were getting busy at the laboratory in the basement of Crown’s castle.

Jude: Be more careful, you quack.

Roger: Then avoid knives if you don't want to receive medical attention from a quack, you sinister looking man.

Jude: What!?

Ellis: I think the way Jude gets a knife wound every three days is very bad.

Roger: Right? You should say that to him more, Ellis.

Jude: Ellis, don't you forget who you’re working for.

Roger: Hm? Ellis, you’re injured too. You’re after Jude.

Ellis: Sorry. Thanks, Roger.

Liam: Roger, you in?

Roger: What is it this time?

Liam: Sorry for telling you this when you’re so busy. Ahaha, I got myself hurt.

Liam smiled while blood dripped from his arm.

Roger: Hey, Kate. Stop the bleeding on that stupid cat’s arm with the clean cloth over there. Raise the wound—

Kate: Above the heart, yes?

Roger: Correct.

(Hang on, why am I acting as his assistant?)

However, hanging around Roger was beneficial to me because he was conducting research on curses.

Moreover, I noticed recently that I had gotten used to assisting him with his work.

— But to be very honest, from the bottom of my heart, I wasn’t too fond of being treated like a dog.

???: Roger, are you here?

Roger: Darn it, who is it now?

Someone unexpected had come to the basement—

William: Hm?

...

Roger: You’re not injured, so the reason why you were looking for me must've been for a mission.

Roger: You almost never end up in the infirmary due to an injury, so it surprised me to see you there.

Kate: I was surprised too. I almost couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you.

William: Fufu, I’ll be sure to meet your expectations and lose an arm before heading to the infirmary next time.

(If there’s anyone who can cut William’s arm off, I’d love to bear witness to that.)

Roger: — Anyway, what’s the mission about?

William mentioned that he had something he wanted to discuss with Roger and I.

William: Recently, there has been a certain rumour spreading around amongst couples in London.

William: Rumour has it that if a couple has their wedding ceremony with an organisation by the name of “Amour”, their love would last forever.

William: However, the couples who visited that organisation never returned. Not just one couple, but a few of them.

When they heard about it, William and Victor conducted an investigation into the matter.

They found out that a man who identified himself as the “Leader” of the organisation was behind those disappearances.

It seemed that he killed the couples, and stole the money that they had saved to start their new life together.

Roger: If that much has already been made known, then why hasn’t he been punished?

(Roger is right, there's no way William and Victor would let that man get away with his deeds.)

William: Ah, that man only shows himself during the wedding ceremony.

(During the wedding ceremony? That means…)

Kate: You want Roger and I to infiltrate the organisation, disguised as an engaged couple.

Kate: And lure that “Leader” out?

William: Correct. After that, it will be up to you to decide how you want to punish him.

Roger: I get what the mission is about, but why me? There are other guys suitable for the role.

Roger: … There’s so many people coming to me injured that I even need Kate to assist me.

William: Her Majesty said that your ears with extraordinary hearing abilities will be useful for the mission.

William: Also…

William: I have a message for you from the Queen’s aide. “The reward for this mission is a Legend Beer”.

Roger: Hey, hey, really…?

(The look in Roger’s eyes changed immediately!?)

Kate: Legend Beer?

Roger: It’s a very rare type of beer produced in Germany, and I’ve always wanted to try it.

Roger: Then it’s settled. Will you marry me, young lady?

Kate: What…!

Roger: If you’re willing, then there's one thing we need to do. Come with me.

Kate: W-Wait!?

While I was still puzzled, Roger dragged me to the common room.

If we were to fail to convince the organisation that we were an engaged couple, we would not be allowed to enter the premises, let alone have our wedding.

In order to avoid such an outcome, it was suggested to us that we come up with a plan on how we were going to prove that we were a real couple.

(... I feel like I’ve just lost to some beer, but I still have to do the mission anyway. I’ll do my best.)

Roger: My current profession won’t do, so I’ll be posing as a boxer and you’ll be a… postwoman.

Kate: I understand that my role is a postwoman because that’s what I worked as before, but why are you a boxer…?

Roger: Hm? Oh, I haven't told you? Boxing is a hobby of mine.

Kate: I didn't know that.

I thought that Roger having boxing as a hobby finally explained his muscular body.

(Seriously, the more things I know about him, the more gaps appear.)

Roger: And that’s for our professions. Lastly, we’ll have to agree on how we met each other. Any ideas?

Kate: Uh… how about I got into some trouble while doing my deliveries, you saved me, and so we started dating?

Roger: Oh, so you’re into that sort of thing?

Kate: That’s not true!

Roger: Okay, okay. Let’s go with your idea.

Roger: What else is there… we might be asked about the things we like about each other.

Roger: Crying is one of your hobbies—

Kate: Wrong!

(I need to correct him or he’ll misunderstand.)

Kate: Watching plays is one of my hobbies. I also enjoy eating delicious food.

Roger: Plays, huh. Your hobby is the complete opposite of mine.

Kate: Really?

Roger: Yeah, I’m quite unfamiliar with the arts and anything related to them. It's just not my thing.

(I thought that I already knew a lot about Roger, but it looks like there are still things I don't know.)

Roger: Anyway, we should talk about what we like about each other.

Roger: Say, young lady, what do you like about me?

Kate: Um…

Roger: Hm?

Seated in front of me, Roger locked his eyes on me as if he were testing me.

His gaze felt strangely alluring, making it hard for me to respond immediately.

Roger: Oops, since you can’t answer that question, I’ll just have to let you know—

Kate: L-Let me know?

Roger: I’d love to bed you right now, but we that would lead to both of us not getting enough sleep in preparation for tomorrow's mission.

Kate: B-Bed me…?

Roger: Pfft, hahaha! Hey, you won’t look anything like my fiancée if you get all upset because of that, young lady.

Roger: Come on, you can just say what you think my strengths are.

Roger laughed in satisfaction, seemingly enjoying seeing my frustration.

(Ugh… I’m always being led on by Roger.)

It felt frustrating to have him pushing me around, so I started thinking about the traits Roger would possibly look for in a potential partner.

Kate: You would like a woman who… has a mind of her own, and looks good when she cries… I guess?

Roger: Heh, you know me so well. I’m impressed.

Roger: Alright, we’ll definitely get through this smoothly. Let’s work well together tomorrow, yeah?

…

— The next day, we arrived at “Amour” and were greeted by several believers dressed fully in white.

Believer: Welcome to Amour. From this moment on, you will be put through a series of tests for us to determine whether you are truly in love with each other.

Believer: Only couples who are truly in love will be allowed to get married and meet our Leader.

(Everything will be fine, as long as we go according to what we discussed yesterday. Alright, let's do this!)