#the three firebrands

[i-will-always-love-the-jedi]

When you were waiting for your friend to come back from a meeting, but fall asleep instead

I love them okay?

…

[peaches2217]

Okay, who kickstarted the return of the Mareach baby fever? Because I logically shouldn’t post even more Expectant/Parent Mareach when I literally just posted one such fic two days ago but DAMMIT NOW I’M IN A MOOD.

…in my defense, for all the crap I’ve posted, I still haven’t given my fankid a name. 😅

[pagodazz]

Firebrand is so three days grace send post

[planet4546b]

my dear friends mutuals and followers. im so sorry but the fencing season just started so im entering my insufferable about fencing era yet again i love this sport so much.

[im-no-jedi]

dang y’all, at the rate I’m going, I could potentially get this story finished within a week, I’m not even joking LOL

[no-road-home]

Stewpot: Tales from a Fantasy Tavern on Backerkit now!

Stewpot: Tales from a Fantasy Tavern is a GMless one-to-three shot TTRPG based on games like MF0: Firebrands and The Sundered Land. It's a collection of 20 mini-games where former adventurers open a tavern together and reintegrate into society after a life on the road.

What happens after the adventure? What does daily life in a fantasy world look like? Stewpot draws inspiration from stories like Dungeon Meshi, Redwall, Frieren, and Bartender, as well as various aspects of D&D. It's a great way to wrap up a long-running fantasy TTRPG campaign.

Start a garden, cook monsters, run a festival booth, reforge old weapons, flirt with mysterious strangers, and more in a new version of the game with tons of art and new storybook-style layout!

(more info and full description of the mini-games in the read more!)

The structure of the game is based on characters having an Adventurer Job, with Adventurer Experiences that represent their abilities and powers, and a Town Job with Town Experiences. You can make new characters just for the game, or bring in old characters and recreate them with the existing Experiences or write your own.

As you play the game, you'll cross off Adventurer Experiences as you let go of them or let them fade into the background, and gain new Town Experiences that take their place. Along the way you'll upgrade your Tavern and give each other Keepsakes!

Games from the old Itch.io PDF version (0.41):

The First Step: Before you decided to put down roots here, before you found this group of friends, what were you doing? What was the first thing you learned about how to live in town?

NPC Sidequest: Your adventuring days may be over, but there are plenty of people in town that could use your help.

Wear and Tear: There’s always something to fix, or clean, or pay off.

Market Day: You never would have guessed how many things you need just to keep a tavern running. 

Homegrown: There’s something special about using ingredients grown nearby. Why not give growing your own a try?

Sliced: Sometimes supply routes get disrupted. Or maybe you just want to stand out from the rest of the taverns. Whatever the reason, you’re playing this game because you want or need to do one thing: cook with monster parts.

Romancing a Stranger: Someone in the tavern makes eye contact with you, and their gaze lingers a little longer than you’d expect. Your co-workers urge you on, and make every excuse they can to send you over to talk to the lovely Stranger.

Off the Clock: Where do you go after the tables are wiped down? Who’s heard every story you have about the worst people who have walked in?

A Friendly Tavern Brawl: Every tavern has its rowdy patrons. You know they’re good at heart, but sometimes when the ale is flowing and spirits are high, things get a little out of hand. How do you handle the situation?

Festival Day: Your town has a few festival days a year, and they’re some of your busiest. How do you prepare? How do you handle the influx of people?

A Bard's Tale: During your time as an adventurer, you accomplished many daring deeds. In fact, some of those deeds are retold to this day by travelling bards.

A Glass of the Gods: Sometimes a troubled adventurer will come in, looking for answers, and letting them drink themselves into oblivion is the wrong answer. It's up to you  to  mix the perfect drink, something perfect for the situation that can push the adventurer to look inside and find the answer on their own.

A Distinguished Guest: Someone important is in town, and they’re already almost here. The tavern has to be at its best for this guest. After all, they might leave a generous tip.

In the Rhythm of Things: Time passes. Rough edges are sanded down. Before you know it, life in town has become like breathing. You gather in your favorite part of the tavern and wonder where the time has gone.

New games for this crowdfunding campaign:

Shields and Skillets: Enchantments are volatile things, especially when they sit unused for long periods of time. You have to let go of your old equipment before it’s too late.

Shelter from the Storm: Early one morning, you feel it. A familiar ache in your bones. Something is coming.

A Funeral: As an adventurer, you said farewell many times. Sometimes it was only temporary. Most of the time, it wasn't. 

Retracing: You've left town for something: an errand, a vacation, an old favor. Suddenly, you recognize the route you're traveling. You've been this way before, during your adventuring days.

A Fleeting Memory: Something about the way the fire flickers lingers in your mind. The smell of hay and clover brings a tear to your eye. A fading memory resurfaces.

A Familiar Face: An old friend you haven't seen in a while has stopped by. Why not show them around the town and the tavern?

[the-way-of-words]

Flustered//Nick Folio prompt fic

Nick Folio x Female Reader

Content warnings: casual drug use, unprotected P in V sex, semi public sex, mentions of oral sex, mentions of using emergency contraception (this is a pro choice blog)

contains sexual situations with a fictionalized version of a real person. this is rpf. none of this is real. but if its not your jam, keep scrolling.

So apparently if you have an answered ask scheduled and then you try to move it to drafts, tumblr will just delete the whole thing. But, hey. Hi, anon. Here I am with your prompt fic (smut prompts found here)... about six months later.

If you'd like to request something and are up for possibly waiting, my inbox is back op

Thanks to Illy for being an awesome beta and catching my mistakes 💚

tagging: @throwingmetothelions @agravemisstake @ladyveronikawrites @jxstthisonce @cncohshit @kingdomof-omens

If you'd like to be tagged in any of my works just ask.

Master list can be found here

~~~~~~~

It’s been years since you’ve seen him, since you’ve both been back in town at the same time, and yet here you both are, sitting in your backyard in the hottest part of summer. The heat was miserable, but that wasn’t going to stop your parents from throwing their annual barbeque, especially not with you and your brother home at the same time. 

It didn’t take long for him to show up, and you don’t know if he was home for a visit, or if he came just because your brother called. But you can’t help the way your heart stutters when you walk into the backyard and see him sitting there, engrossed in conversation with your brother, your cheeks coloring when he finally glances over at you. You clear your throat, quickly trying to shake the way your heart skips a beat when he does a double take, because even behind those sunglasses you can see the way his eyes rove your body; taking in every change since he saw you last.

~~

There aren’t a lot of things your brother doesn’t know about you; it's hard to keep secrets from the person you came into the world with, but with Nick Folio, you have more than enough.

Your brother still doesn't know about that time right before graduation when his best friend snuck up to your room where you were waiting for him. Doesn't know that his best friend buried his head between his sister's thighs, using his tongue and fingers to bring her off before using her slick to ease the way as he jerked himself off. He definitely doesn’t know that you took pictures of your cum covered tits to send to Nick sporadically over the next month or so. 

It was never more than that, a few flirty texts here, a conversation or two that skirted the boundaries there. All culminating in that one moment of need, and then he was gone, sequestering himself with his new band. But that's okay, he wasn’t the only one off to bigger and better things, anyway.

But a year later, you found yourselves in the same city for the night; the cheap hotel sheets scratching against your knees as you rose and fell above him. his hands burning like a firebrand on your waist, urging you on until you both found your release. He left early the next morning, with nothing but the bruises on your skin and the red lines from your nails on his as proof that anything ever happened. 

~~

Your dress sticks to your thighs when you sit down and you can feel the heat of his gaze even as he and your brother talk about the last time they went fishing, his eyes stuck on your inked skin as you try to keep your composure. It used to be a favorite pastime of his, to see how quick he could get you to blush. I love making you flustered, he’d say whenever he’d get your cheeks to turn pink; it’s cute. But you like to think you’ve grown up in the years since then, and you’re determined to not let Nick Folio get to you. 

You’re proud of how long you stick it out, putting up with his wandering eyes as the three of you catch up, and it’s nice. The years have made it easy to forget how much you missed having him around. But just when you begin to think you’re in the clear, he corners you in the back of the shed after you slip away once the sun starts getting low on the horizon and people start saying their goodbyes. His voice sounds loud in the quiet space as he interrupts you lighting up a joint. 

“Figured I’d find you here.” For the first time this afternoon, he looks unsure of himself, the usual swagger missing as he stands in front of you, hands buried in the pockets of his black jeans.

Your eyes roll skyward as you inhale, pulling the smoke deep into your lungs before you turn to look at him. “Busted.” A smirk pulls onto your face and you shrug, tilting your face back to avoid blowing the smoke into his face.

Maybe you should have picked a different place for a smoke, but your feet took you to the only place you knew you would be undisturbed. However, it also just so happened to be where you, your brother, and Nick would kick back in high school. Old habits die hard, you guess. 

“Did you follow me here to stare some more?” 

It seems to startle him out of whatever nerves were holding him back, and he huffs, a smile pulling at his mouth. He rolls his shoulders, standing up a little straighter. “I don’t know what you're talking about,” he says, even though his eyes track down to where the joint sits between your lips as you take another hit.

You scoff, a biting retort sitting on the tip of your tongue, but before you can get it out, he steps into your space, electricity sparking at your fingertips when he pulls the joint from you to bring to his own mouth. His intense gaze burns against your skin as you step back, leaning against the old workbench your dad stopped using ages ago. You look around the small space, trying to ignore the way his arm brushes against yours when he settles next to you. Your parents moved out the old couch you and brother found free in front of the neighbors a year after you left for college, boxes now filling the space once occupied by the milk crates the three of you used as a makeshift coffee table. 

But being here with him at your side quietly reminiscing as you pass a joint back and forth almost makes you feel like you’ve been transported back in time.

“You ever think about that night in St. Louis?” 

The peaceful moment shatters just as you inhale a mouth full of smoke, choking on it as it makes its way down your throat. You cough, trying to cover it up before you take a deep breath and scoff as you hand the blunt back to him. “What? As if you do?” 

Out of the corner of your eye, he shrugs, takes another hit, “Sometimes.” Your eyes are drawn to his mouth as he blows the smoke out, and for a moment, you remember just how soft his lips were compared to the scrape of his teeth. The smoke curls between you and you try to think of something, anything else, to avoid the heat growing between your legs as you reach for the joint. But instead of passing it over, he holds it back. 

“Are you really withholding my own shit from me?”

“Answer the question and you just might get it back.” He straightens his arm when you go for it again, holding the blunt out just beyond your reach. You know he has no intention of doing what you ask until he gets his answer, and contrary to popular belief, Nick Folio has the patience of a saint if it’s going to get him what he wants.

A frustrated sigh leaves your lips and your eyes roll as you cross your arms. You level him with a look and throw his own response back at him. “Sometimes.” 

He smirks. “Only sometimes?”

As much as you forgot how much you enjoyed his company, you also seemed to have forgotten what an absolute annoying shit he could be. Because he knows how to push; knows exactly how to dig to get under your skin. However you’ve been here before, played this same song and dance with him over the years, and this time, you refuse to give in. You can tell the minute he realizes he won’t get any more out of you.

He sighs, squinting your direction as he tilts his head. “You know, you used to be a hell of a lot easier to crack.” 

Your head tilts and you shrug. “People change.” 

“You certainly have.” He snorts, exaggerating the way his eyes move over you, just like they have all day. “You didn’t have any of these the last time I saw you,” your breath hitches when one of his fingers traces the shape of the snake on your right thigh, almost hoping he’ll follow the lines of ink up under your skirt. Disappointment curls in your stomach when the warmth of his hand slips away and he must notice because his mouth is curled into a smirk when your gazes meet, his thumb brushing against the apple of your cheek, “and you blush nowhere near as easily as you used to.” 

Like prey caught in a predator’s sights, you freeze, holding your breath as he studies your face, only feeling free to exhale when he takes a step back. You gesture to the dying joint in his hand refusing to focus on the butterflies swirling in your belly. “Okay, I answered your question, can you give me my shit back and let me finish it out in--”

You pause mid sentence as you watch him take a hit, anger flaring in your chest as you watch him finish it off. “Are you fucking kidding me??” 

You scoff when he crooks his finger, but all he does is tilt his head, raising an eyebrow and it’s almost as if you can hear him goad you. C’mon. You know you want to.  

And perhaps you shouldn't. You've indulged this for too long, despite your better judgment, you do. “Fine,” you mutter, pushing off the workbench and into his space. He cups your face in his hands, his lips brushing against yours as he blows the smoke into your open mouth. You’re not sure if it's the marijuana or his closeness, but you feel dizzy as you inhale, hands gripping his wrists to steady yourself. 

You’re very aware of the fact that he moves first, walking you back against the workbench, but you meet him halfway; slotting your mouths together and slipping your tongue between his parted lips. He groans, fitting his body against yours as he nudges his thigh in between yours and heat sparks anew in your belly when he presses the thick muscle against your core. 

You pull away from his mouth to hoist yourself up, spreading your thighs as soon as you’re settled and pulling him back against you.

Your hands move on autopilot, tugging open his pants and shoving his underwear down as he pulls you to the edge of the tabletop. He hooks two fingers in the edge of your panties, pulling them to the side and slips the head of his cock inside you. Your mouth falls open with a quiet gasp at the stretch, head falling back as he sinks himself deeper and deeper until you’re flush together. 

Nick curses and cups the back of your head to pull you into a kiss as he grinds into you before breaking away.

“Shit,” his fingers drum against your thigh, “do—do you think there’s still some condoms in here?” 

You snort. “Probably? But I don’t know how good they’d be. Last time any of us were in here was--”

“Senior year.” He finishes for you with an exasperated laugh. Nick sighs, squeezing your waist one last time before he moves to back away. But you don’t let him. Your feet lock behind his back and your thighs hold him close. Your name sounds like a benediction when it leaves his lips.

“You just said…” 

“I know, but I still want to.” You say, rushing to add, “If you still want to.” 

“Yeah?” There’s a blush on his cheeks as his dick kicks inside you and you can’t help yourself.

You skim a finger across the flushed skin. “I love making you flustered… It’s cute.”

“When did you get so damn mouthy?” He asks with a roll of his eyes, groaning quietly when you clench around him for a beat. 

A self-satisfied smirk pulls on your mouth. “I’ve always been this mouthy. You’re just not used to it anymore.” You slide your fingers through the short hair on the back of his head as he huffs and pulls his hips back. “But if you cum in me, you’re buying me a Plan B.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He replies right before he thrusts back into you sharply. 

While you’re aware how stupid this is, you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when he wraps an arm around your back to hold you close as the table beneath you shudders and shifts with every thrust of his hips. Pleasure lights across your nerves as the new angle has his cock grazing along that one spot inside you that always works you closer to the edge.

“Oh, fuck.” You curse. “I’m gonna--”

“Yeah? You gonna cum?” You can hear the smirk in his voice as you nod. “C’mon, then, cum for me. C’mon,” he taunts quietly into your ear and you hate how it’s that easy, how you seem to do it on his command. 

Your pussy clamps down on his shaft as your inner muscles work him and you bury your face in his neck to smother the noise you can’t hold back. His arm tightens around you and his rhythm slips, muttering a litany of curses until he suddenly stills, warmth flooding your cunt as he releases into you. 

His forehead comes to rest against yours, your breath mingling as the two of you come down. It almost feels tender, this moment in the afterglow, and it's easy to get lost, to let the rest of the world fall away where the only things that matter are him and you here together. But the world comes rushing back when you hear your brother's voice right outside the shed, sending the two of you scrambling away from each other.

You hold your breath as you pull your dress back down, straightening it out while Nick rushes to pull his pants up. He gets his belt buckled just in time for your brother to round the boxes blocking you from view. 

“Heyyy,” you try to keep your voice steady and aim for a casual air, but it’s no use. Not for the first time, you find yourself cursing the twin intuition as he crosses his arms and levels the both of you with a look.

“Really dude? My sister??” 

Your and Nick’s voices mix together as you both try to spout off some excuse, but your brother just holds his hand up, waiting for you to fall silent before he sighs. “Have you guys been hooking up this whole time since St. Louis?”

“What?! No. Absolutely not!”

“How do you know about that?!”

You speak at the same time again and you swear you watch your brother age at least five years, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I honestly don’t know which option I dislike more… Did you really think Janey wouldn’t tell me—fuck.” He cuts off, eyes wide. “I owe her twenty bucks.”

“Did you and your wife really bet on us?” Nick asks incredulously.

“You,” Your brother’s finger points at Nick, “just fucked my sister. You don’t get to be offended.” He sighs again. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but, you hurt her, I will come after you, clear?”

“Uh… yes?” 

“Good.” Your brother nods and turns to go, pausing to turn back and face you. “Actually, mom told me to tell you to stop smoking weed in the shed.”

You have the courtesy to at least wait until the door shuts behind him before you let the hysterical laughter burst forth, falling into Nick as it takes over and he joins you. The air feels charged when it finally subsides and your eyes meet. He regards you with a soft look, and it pulls at your insides. It almost feels like he’s going to kiss you again, but then he sighs. 

“Come on.” He takes your hand, sliding his fingers between yours. “Pretty sure I owe you a trip to CVS.”

~fin.

[yawnderu]

Cowgirl - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley/TF141 x Reader | Act I

Bang.

The deafening sound rings in her ears, numbing everything else around her until another body hits the floor with a loud thud, the lifeless eyes of her former teammate staring right into her soul. That's three of them.

The warm muzzle of the gun pressing against the back of her head does nothing other than make an amused huff of air escape her nose, gaze drifting around the shallow grave where her team laid rest. She looks over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow to the executioner.

''So?'' The muzzle presses harder against her head, yet the feeling is not uncomfortable.

''Huh?'' The man taunts, lips tugging up into an amused smirk as he stares down at her, trigger finger still itchy as he focuses on the last survivor.

''Saved the best for last?'' Her cocky tone makes him scoff, face now lighting up into something more honest, a real smile decorating his features in what feels like forever.

''We're getting a pretty penny for you, Sunshine.'' Now it's her turn to scoff at the callsign, fully turning her body to look up at him now that the gun is back in its holster.

''You're not killing me?'' She gives him an exasperated expression, pointer finger jabbing his chest multiple times as he backs out, hands raised in mock defense as the younger girl goes on and on.

''You killed all my friends, you... weirdo.'' She spits out the first insult she can think of, still jabbing away at his chest despite the amused expression decorating his attractive features.

''It's only fair you kill me too.'' His hand grabs her wrist gently, keeping her reddening finger away from his chest until she begins to jab away with her free hand... now he has two puny wrists in his hand, and a very energetic firebrand with itchy fingers staring up at him.

''Sunny, Sunshine, light of my life... fire of my loins—'' He dodges the kick thrown to his groin, smile growing wider as he looks down at her.

''I'm not killing you. We're... relocating you.'' He sees the lack of amusement in her face and his expression softens.

''Right. Who... bought me?'' The word feels almost filthy to say, yet she's calling it for what it is— he's giving her away for money, to another team that isn't even her own, right after killing her teammates in front of her. He knows how bad it is, but at the end of the day, it's business.

''Kate Laswell, for some Task Force in the SAS.'' She sighs in exasperation, yet she's not struggling in his hold anymore. His free hand drops to her waist, squeezing softly to get her attention.

''For what it's worth, I'm sorry. You know how things work around here.'' The hand holding her wrists now goes up to her cheek, cupping it just to see the ugly scowl adorning her expression.

''Fuck you. Fuck you and everyone around this shitty place.'' She pushes him away, stomping the other way and making sure to step on any cracks she can find on the ground in childish hopes his back will break. She'll definitely be missed by her captors.

''Behave.'' He gave her ass a soft pat, barely managing to dodge the punch thrown his way before he's pushing her to the group of men, all of them wearing SAS patches, along with the British flag decorating their gear. It was awkward, to say the least, but he left as soon as he came. Her eyes drift towards him, almost pleading. Almost, because she'd never beg him for anything.

''Right.'' A deep voice interrupts the silence, one of his hands planted firmly on her shoulder as he offers her a warm smile, bucket hat adding more friendliness his face. She seems unsure at first before nodding her head, offering his arm a very awkward pat that drags a laugh out of him, simply opting for a handshake.

''Captain John Price.'' He introduces himself, hand still firmly on her shoulder as he moves out of the way, the other three members of his team now visible.

''Sergeant John MacTavish, goes by Soap.'' He pointed towards the burly man with the mohawk, his hand extended to her and a small smile on his scarred face.

''Sunshine. Please give me a new callsign.'' She shakes his hand, a small grimace on her face at the embarrassment of having to use her callsign. The men laugh— all but one, the brooding man with the skull mask.

''Sergeant Kyle Garrick, goes by Gaz.'' She shakes his hand as well, admiring the man for a few seconds before letting go, managing to offer him a small smile that is quickly returned.

''And there he is— Simon Riley, goes by Ghost.'' He stares at her extended hand for a second before shaking it, his hold firm but managing to still be gentle. Her head tilts slightly as she looks up at him after they both let go, eyes narrowing for a second as she focuses on the dead brown eyes staring back.

''You remind me of someone. You're so serious, though.'' To her surprise, his eyes flicker with amusement as he lets out a soft chuckle, unsure on what to add to her comment. Price takes her away before he can even think, giving her a basic introduction to the team and what everyone's role is in the team— and what her role will be.

His brown eyes stay focused on her figure as she walks away with Price, curious as to why a soldier from another task force was added out of nowhere with no warnings.

[indierpgnewsletter]

New TTRPGs on Itch.io for October and November

Another regularly scheduled roundup of games that have been released on itch.io that caught my eye over the last two months. Usual disclaimer that I haven’t really read or played these games; they just seem cool based on the pitch alone. Also, most of them now come to me by people using this form.

In no particular order:

RAD: A Mausritter-style OSR game set in a post-nuclear fallout Soviet Russia. (Hipólita)

Five Fires: A game about being a hip-hop whose art can change the world. This is a free ashcan of a game that has been in development for a long time. (Quinn Murphy)

Tabletop Gone Mad: This game features Madlibs-style adventure sheets where you all sit down and make it up together and that alone seems fun as hell. (Linnie Schnell, Twice Rolled Tales)

Ara Ġejja l-Mewt Għalik: A game about the personification of death in Maltese folklore. Uses blindfolds and spinners! (Għar Gremxul)

// electric sheep //: A solo journalling game where you document (made-up) dreams and make friends. I found the idea of a playalong audio version really neat. (Skylar K. Swift)

Vanity: Glass & Stone: A solo game inspired by Snow White and Medusa where you explore a labyrinth of mirrors, trying to outrun a curse. Based on the Wretched & Alone system so you play with a jenga tower. (Marco A. Torres)

Sound Check: A Firebrands-hack about being in a band. You rehearse, party, fool around, and get ready for the big show. (Misha Grifka Wander and Envi Wiklund)

Insatiable Cravings: A two-person game where one person plays a ravenous monster and the other person is making a meal for them. Supposed to be half-sexy, half-spooky is my read. (J Strautman)

Meet Me Where I Am: This is a larp-ish game about intimacy and negotiating boundaries that is clearly very personal. (Morgan Eilish)

Salvager’s Isle: A supplement for Bump in the Dark, a lovely monster of the week and blades in the dark hybrid game. This has three scenarios or adventures all set in the same weird location, Salvager’s Isle. (Mynar Lenahan)

[charaznablescanontoyota]

as is custom, 6 of my spooooookiest and creeeeeepiest tabletop games are 50% off on itchio until midnight on nov 1st! grab yourself one or all of the following!

alone with the killer - solo journaling game about being the final survivor in a slasher film, with three different possible ending tracks (hunted, hunter, and trapped)

alone with the fucked up guy - solo journaling game about being the protagonist of a found media horror series a la marble hornets. comes with a bonus game where you play as the fucked up guy instead

banquo at the feast - mafia/werewolf-like where one person plays a ghost, and everyone else is complicit in their murder and trying not to get executed for it

house - house of leaves/dionaea house inspired haunted house mapmaking game that is also a short horror story

you can check out any time you like - firebrands hack where you play out the lives of the guests, staff, and supernatural anomalies living in a sentient hotel outside of space and time

such a lovely place - dlc pack for you can check out any time you like with more hotel locations to visit and minigames to play

[i-will-always-love-the-jedi]

I like this font more than the rest so I’m using it as a title hooray

Anyways, more firebrands content :)

It’s a sketch this Time (reference is one of those „draw the squad as…“ things that you can find on Pinterest)

Honestly, I think this is canon and I won’t change my mind (also I know I probably did a few things wrong with the clothing but I sketched this in 17 minutes and it’s in the middle of the Night)

Anyways here you go :)))

[lonely-lost-soul]

Dawn over the Horizon

(Diluc x Bartender Reader) MINOR DNI

Angel’s Share was a beautiful bar owned by one of the fiercest men in Mondstadt, Diluc Ragnvindr. However, many of the inhabitants of Mondstadt dubbed the true owner of the bar (y/n), completely denying that Diluc owned the bar. Not because you were a frequent patron or a drunkard but because you were one of the oldest bartenders and just so happened to be Mondstadt’s biggest fan. Since Diluc had decided to take some time away from the city to go on a needed quest with Aether, he had placed you in charge of taking care of his creation. You grinned fondly at Venti, a bard and a regular at the bar, who was currently face down on the counter.

“Please, just one more round! It’ll be on me!” 

“One, we both know you can’t afford it, and two, I shouldn’t have let you have one drink, let alone three, considering what your tab looks like,” You scolded, ruffling his hair as he whined softly, looking up at you with his sweet baby blues, you remained unphased. “I’ll get you a blanket and water and set you at one of the tables,” You said softly, reaching under the bar to grab the blanket you made specifically for the bard. “Before Diluc kills me,” your voice entered a soft, teasing tone as you led Venti to one of the chairs in the back and wrapped him with a teal and white knitted blanket. He whined about not needing to be babied before promptly falling asleep, holding a half-empty bottle of dandelion wine like a teddy bear. You let him rest as you locked the door and began to officially clean up for the night, stacking the chairs not occupied by a slumbering bard and mopping up the floor. All tasks you hated doing, but they were all necessary to ensure the cleanliness standard Diluc held. You jumped, hearing the bell chime, your grip tightening on your mop. You could’ve sworn you locked the door. The dagger you carry around for protection was left uselessly under the bar, “We’re closed-”

“It’s still messy in here. I hope you haven’t done the closing duties yet, Spitfire.” 

“Diluc,” You breathed a sigh of relief, turning to your “boss” with a small smile, “Welcome back home.” When you greeted him, he scanned the bar for typical patrons before his walls broke. You watched the tension drain from his shoulders; his steely eyes melted into the simmering warmth he reserved for you. Diluc crossed the bar floor in only a few broad steps and wrapped you in his arms. You laughed against his chest as he rested his chin on top of your head. He mumbled something into the crown of your head, and you moved to look up at him, “What was that?”

“I’ve missed you.” Your heart melted at the genuine love in his tone, 

“I’ve missed you too, Firebrand.” His large hands rested gently on your hips as he moved his forehead to your shoulder. Being a pyro vision holder, he always ran on the warmer side, while his brother ran colder. You always joked that he was your heater, especially on the colder days in Mondstadt; the constant breeze always made it feel colder than it was. His knuckles moved to graze at your side, sliding slowly under your dress shirt, causing you to hum and lean into him. “Hm…’luc… I’m still at work, you know.” 

“We’re closed. The boss won’t mind.” His voice was teasing as he nipped softly at the flesh on your neck. 

“Oh? Do you know him? I’ve never met the man himself.” You felt him chuckle, his chest vibrating against your back. 

“Believe it or not, I’m the owner, and I think it’s okay for you to slack off.” 

“You? No way you seem too old to run a bar.” 

He barked a sound that was a mix between a huff and a scoff, “Old? Watch your tongue, Spitfire.”

“Yeah, old,” you prodded, “taking advantage of your bartender who’s meek and helpless and wasn’t blessed with a big scary pyro vision.”

“Meek and helpless, my ass. You keep a dagger under the bar, and I’ve personally seen you kick people stronger than me out of the bar.” 

“You spying on me, Mr. Ragnvindr?” You gasped in mock surprise and could practically feel him rolling his eyes at the comment. “How scandalous of you,” You let out a squeak, feeling his teeth bite at your neck, 

“Stop being a brat.” He commanded his tone stern and commanding; the authority in his voice warmed you from the inside out, “I haven’t been gone for that long. Did you forget your place in such a short time?” His other hand came to cup your jaw, his fingers drumming against your cheek tauntingly, challenging you to say something he disapproved and you loved how it made you squirm with need. “I wanted to be sweet to you, pamper you since I’ve been gone. But your sharp tongue makes me want to rethink that plan,” You felt the hand on your hip travel higher until your shirt rested just above your breasts. “Oh, that’s new,” He traces his gloved fingers over the red lace of your bra, causing you to shiver as his palm ghosted over your nipples. Your breathing hitched as your eyes fluttered back in your skill, and Diluc hummed pleasantly against your neck, “I like it. Did you have them made just for me?”

“Yes.” You whimpered, feeling his hand dip below the cups and roll your pert nipple between his fingers, causing you to whine out his name, “Only for you.” 

“That’s my good girl,” his lips kissed your neck too tenderly as your legs rubbed together with need. You felt his hand on your breast grow warm, causing you to moan as he sucked marks into the skin on your neck. You let out a small yelp as his other hand skillfully unbuttoned your pants and slipped beneath your matching underwear. “That’s my girl. Make some noise for me,” his pointer finger found your clit with the precision of a man who knew your body like he knew how to wield his claymore. You sucked in a breath through your teeth as his finger skillfully teased the spot, causing you to slump against his chest,

“Diluc!” you whined, “Don’t tease me, put them inside. Wanna be full,” You looked up at him through your lashes, cheeks flushed, looking destroyed by his simple touches. He hummed, his tongue sliding up your neck to nip at your ear,

“Not yet. You haven’t earned it. You’re going to need to beg.”

“That’s not fair!” 

“Is that backtalk I hear?” He pinched your bud between his two fingers, causing tears to well up in your eyes. You whimpered, needily shaking your head, causing your hair to bounce, and you heard him snicker in your ear. “Good girl. Get up on the bartop bitch,” he commanded, unbuttoning his shirt as you scrambled up on the counter, skillfully removing your top and sliding your pants down to your ankles. Diluc hummed, taking your chin between his fingers now that you were at eye level with him; he noted how blown out your pupils were and how you were practically buzzing with need and restless energy. “Look at you, practically drooling for me,” he purred, rubbing his thumb against the bottom of your lip; your eyes flickered down to see just how hard he was, just how pent up he was from your reactions. 

Pride swelled up in you as you took his thumb in your mouth, rolling it between your tongue, and his entire body shivered at the sensation. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard I'm gonna splinter the bartop-” Both of you heard glass shattering, and your blood froze in your veins. Both of your eyes darted to the sound, Dilucs’ claymore materializing in his hand, ready to defend your honor. 

“Don’t stop now; it was just getting good.” Venti slurred, still very drunk, if the wine bottle shattered at his feet was any indication. “Nice tits (y/n),” He winked, and your face turned red. Diluc snarled at the man throwing his coat over your body, 

“Venti. Out. Now.” 

“Can’t I join in the fun?” 

“OUT!"

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Louder than Words

Yet another remastered story, everyone! And yes, I'm still here. - ONND

***

Ann stared in vain at the screen in front of her, lingering on the clock in the corner. She had told her boss - the firebrand lawyer that she aspired to be like - that she could have her report done by Monday morning, and yet for the past three hours she had accomplished absolutely nothing. It was as if a fog had set over her, and she knew exactly who to blame.

In one furious motion, the diminutive blonde rose from her seat, stomped through her apartment hallway as loudly as her five-foot frame could, stopped, and pointed, as sharply and as angrily as her finger was capable of pointing.

“YOU!” she bellowed, her face bright red.

“Yes?” Richard, her boyfriend, turned in his swivel, utterly unfazed, resting his hands in his lap as he looked up at his fuming visitor.

“Don’t play dumb with me!” the girl bellowed, “Your stupid fucking hypnosis bullshit has been messing with my head all night, and I’ll remind you that I have a lot of work to do.”

“My… stupid hypnosis?” he repeated softly, raising an eyebrow, “But… I thought that hypnosis didn’t do anything?”

“Oh shut up, smartass,” Ann barked, “it doesn’t. But all your yammering on about figuring out the trigger” - she added air quotes as she mocked - “and how revolutionary you seem to think this bullshit is has been giving me a fucking headache, and now I can’t focus on my goddamn work.”

“My oh my,” the man shook his head in his seat, “such rude words. As I said before, I’m quite proud of this new file, and I’m very appreciative that you would let me test it out on you. I just thought you should know that it’s trigger-based, in case that helps you manage it. After twenty-four hours, I’ll be happy to remove it if you just ask, but I need to collect a few observations first.”

“I don’t need you to remove shit,” she snarled, “It doesn’t do anything, and I wish you’d stop wasting your time on it. Just tell me what the stupid trigger is or whatever, so I can focus on more important things. Christ.”

“Oh, but where’s the fun in that?” Richard smiled, “Besides, if the file really isn’t doing anything, then it’d seem to me that you just need a simple distraction. So why don’t you take your mind off work a few minutes, hmmm? Relax a little?”

Ann growled, but eventually released her pointing hand and exhaled. She wasn’t one to admit it, but perhaps, she thought, he was right - a simple distraction was what she needed.

The girl left her boyfriend’s office and made her way to the kitchen, where she quickly came upon some lingering plates and cutlery from the night’s dinner. Once more, she took a deep breath, before taking a sponge and turning on the faucet, immersing herself in a simple, productive task to clear the fog in her head.

And within just a few moments, that fog seemed to start to clear. The girl felt calmer and more at ease, and didn’t even show annoyance when a familiar face came in to join her.

“Aww, thank you!” her boyfriend remarked, “You didn’t have to do that. Maybe I can help?”

“I can handle it myself,” she said without turning, “but thanks.”

Indeed, it seemed she was almost done with the work anyway, only one plate left to scrub off and place into the couple’s dishwasher. But then, that plate slipped from her hands.

In a moment of sudden panic, Ann scrambled to regain a grip on the wide dinner plate, her wet fingers grasping madly at the air over the sink. Finally, she was able to regain a hold, but it came at such an awkward angle that she ended up diverting the full pour of the faucet towards her body, blasting her with such force that she had to drop the ceramic into the basin below.

The plate shattered into pieces, and Ann just stood there, trying to make sense of what had just happened, and what had come of it. She was drenched - the burst of water had reached her face, her t-shirt, and the front of her pants. As her boyfriend stepped calmly in front of her, turning off the sink and beginning to collect the shattered remains of the plate, the girl erupted once again in frustration.

“Fucking seriously!?” she yelled out, “Why the fuck did you have to distract me again? I was finally starting to fucking relax and you had to get up behind me and…”

“Whoa there now,” he gestured, as if trying to rein in a horse, “no need for that kind of hostility. I’ll just take care of the little mess here, and I think you should probably focus on getting yourself cleaned up?”

Again the girl growled, balling up fists as she walked away. Part of her wanted to keep arguing, but she knew there would be nothing to gain. Plus, she knew he was right - she needed to get herself cleaned up. Her shirt was sopping wet, and the stain on her pants had soaked her underwear as well.

As she changed herself out into dry clothes in their bedroom, Richard once again came to join, tapping her ajar door before peering in.

“You gonna be alright changing yourself there, babe? Maybe I should get you something a little more absorbent, in case you have another little mishap?”

“Real funny,” she rolled her eyes, “I can keep my pants dry just fine, as long as someone doesn’t keep distracting me. Now could you please leave me alone?”

“Alright, alright,” he acquiesced, and walked away.

Ann, dressed in a fresh set of clothes, took several deep breaths to try to calm herself down, hoping that she might be able to focus enough to get her work done. But as she stared again into the screen, she found herself again veering away from her task. She played games, watched news, checked social media, and did everything except the thing she was supposed to do, until a familiar feeling finally pulled her away from her seat.

“God fucking damn it,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head as she walked away from her laptop. She wondered why she had been so ineffective - she’d never been one to struggle so much with writer’s block or procrastination before, and she didn’t really care about the stupid hypnosis trigger, did she?

But then, only a few feet from her chair, Ann felt something strange. The urge that she had, that had started as a simple need for a pee break, seemed to be developing unnaturally, growing stronger and stronger each second. But it had gotten beyond even that.

The girl looked down, unable to believe what she was seeing. There, at the front of her fresh pair of shorts, spots were appearing. They weren’t some burst of desperation, but small, uncontrolled drop, leaking through underwear, and beginning to drip onto the floor.

“Fuck!” She launched into a sprint for the bathroom, but it was already too late. The drops had turned into a full-blown stream, flowing down across the legs of her shorts and forming puddles on the hardwood below, with her muscles unable to stop anything.

She finally did enter the bathroom, but there wasn’t much left for her to do there. She tossed off her ruined shorts and panties - her second such set of the day - and sat half-naked on the toilet bowl, mulling her situation, cursing until her face turned red.

And then, like clockwork, he showed up, carrying a crinkling package in his hand as he waved to his girlfriend from the bathroom’s entrance.

“What the fuck do you want!?” she balked, “And why do you even have that?”

“Occupational hazard,” he chuckled, “different hypnoses affect people in different ways, and sometimes these h-”

“NO!” she pointed, glaring suddenly, “Don’t say that word - that word that rhymes with ‘yelp.’ That’s your fucking trigger word, isn’t it? Isn’t it?”

Richard smiled and shrugged, and then began to answer. “A good g-”

“No!” she cut him off, “You know what? Don’t fucking say anything. Don’t talk to me tonight. Sleep on the fucking couch. Okay?”

The man standing in the hallway nodded, raising his free hand up to gesture for calm. He said nothing.

“But,” Ann went on, her voice turning timid, “could you leave the package here? Thanks.”

Her boyfriend tossed the package towards her before proceeding to walk away once again. Ann, after a few moments, reached to bring it closer to herself, shuddering as she examined the contents.

Diapers. A small, mostly empty bag of thick, adult diapers. Ann wondered if she really needed them, or if she was simply letting Richard’s riddles get in her head. Either way, she figured, it would be easier to just put one on. Tomorrow afternoon, she reminded herself, she would be done with this insanity, free to go back to her normal life. And she would never agree to let that man hypnotize her again.

With a sigh, the girl took a garment from the bag and unfolded it, trying to make sense of front and back. This will be over soon, she reminded herself, and she stood to wrap the diaper around herself. It was an alien feeling, and she winced as she heard the plastic crinkle. Still, it wasn’t all that uncomfortable, and she was able to ease into the sensation as she walked back towards the bedroom, carrying the remainder of the bag in her fingers.

Richard had gone to sleep on their sofa, as requested, and Ann flopped onto their bed alone, thoughts from the previous day racing through her mind. She was too tired to try to do work any longer, and she reminded herself that it would be a waste of time anyway. Within a day, this would all be over, and that thought calmed her as she drifted off peacefully.

****

Some nine hours later, Ann rubbed her tired head as she tried to adjust to the new day. She wasn’t used to sleeping so long, and she certainly wasn’t used to the new sensation between her legs.

“Oh, Christ…” she mumbled, tossing off her blanket and covers to reveal a sopping diaper underneath.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Richard waltzed in, a wide smile on his face, “Ready for breakfast?”

“Could you not be so fucking loud?” she whispered, holding the side of her head, “i literally just woke up. Jesus…”

“Oh my,” he said, speaking more softly now, “looks like someone’s had a busy night, huh? I suppose I’ll just leave you to it, then.”

And for a few moments, he did, working away in the kitchen while the girl tried to orient herself. Slowly, Ann was able to untape her worn diaper, wrap it, and toss into their wastebasket, before pulling another from the bag - the last, she quickly realized - and setting it around her hips.

“Need any… assistance there?” Richard chimed in from the kitchen.

“No!” she balked, “I can change myself. I don’t need you using this as an excuse to humiliate me any more.”

“Suit yourself, then.”

This time, however, it seemed the tapes were baffling Ann. Try as she might, she simply couldn’t fix them around her waist, no matter if she was lying down or standing up, no matter how she tried to position her hands.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” he finally asked again, peering into the bedroom door.

“I told you not to… ugh…” the girl scowled, crossing her arms and turning her head. “Fine! Go ahead and fucking change me already. I hope you’re happy, asshole.”

“Always!” he answered cheerily, whistling to himself as he fastened the blushing girl’s diaper.

“Y’know,” he said, just as he was finishing the work, “I think I might have to pick up a few things at the mall today. Would you care to join me?”

“Fine,” the girl replied, her head still turned away, a scowl still covering her face, “whatever.”

Breakfast was a silent affair - flapjacks and scrambled eggs, which the girl ate, to her relief, without incident. All the while, her mind continued to race through her current situation, as she struggled to accept the profound effects the hypnosis seemed to have had on her, and wondered how much further it would go before the day was through.

Soon, the two were in the mall lobby, watching Sunday crowds scuttle about around them. Ann had chosen a light blue sundress to wear - the one clean item she had that wouldn’t leave her with an obvious bulge - but she was still highly self-conscious of what was hidden underneath.

“So what did you want to get here?” the girl asked, nervously maintaining her hands at the hem of her dress.

“Well,” he began, “I did notice that package I gave you was running a bit l-”

“Oh my fucking god,” she cut him off, “You fucking asshole. You just brought me out here to buy diapers, didn’t you? You just want to fucking humiliate me, is that it?”

“Now, now,” Richard answered calmly, “no need to make a fuss. Yes, I may have needed to pick up a few of those, but I’m also happy to go shop for anything you like. My treat - it’s my way of thanking you for -” he paused and grinned, anticipating her grimace at his next word, “helping me with this project.”

Ann’s face turned red as she clenched her teeth. She wanted to scream that this was some trap, but she fought against the urge, not wanting to call attention to herself in this state. Plus, if he was being honest, this could be a chance for her to salvage her situation with a bit of material compensation.

And so, the girl led her boyfriend without a word to an upscale clothing outlet, handing him a basket to carry. For the next hour, she would fill it with anything that caught her eye, smiling gleefully as she snatched up the most extravagant items in the store. And Richard, for his part, said nothing.

That was, until he heard the girl’s stomach emit a familiar rumble.

“Uh oh…” he teased, “looks like someone’s gotta go.”

“It’s fine,” Ann rolled her eyes, “I can wait. I’d rather not deal with a public bathroom right now.” And with that, she went back to picking clothes, as her boyfriend shrugged silently and averted his gaze with a whistle.

It was only a few moments later, though, that a sudden and powerful cramp struck the girl, causing her to nearly drop the dress she was holding. With wide eyes and blush cheeks, the girl looked nervously around before admitting a change of heart.

“Berightback,” she blurted, and she darted off into the mall. And after putting their overflowing basket aside, her boyfriend ran after.

For a moment, Ann stopped and turned. “Don’t follow me!” she yelled, “I don’t need your fucking help, okay? I - I - oh god…”

The second cramp that hit, it seemed, was far more forceful than the first. There, in the mall’s corridor, Ann grunted as she felt her body pushing and pushing, a massive, mushy mess filling the back of her diaper.

She wanted to cry.

“There there, sweetie,” Richard said softly, “it’s okay. Why don’t we just make a quick run to the pharmacy, and then we’ll be off home and get you nice and clean, ‘kay?”

“You…” she grimaced, but she held back. Don’t make a scene here, she told herself, not here.

And so she went along, swallowing her tongue and her pride as he took her by the hand over to the mall’s small drugstore. But against his word, Richard seemed to be taking his sweet time, whistling as he carefully looked through the packages in the diaper aisle, before settling on one he liked.

“Oooh, this is perfect! A nice big package for you. Can you read how many diapies are in here?”

“Fuck off,” the girl whispered through gritted teeth, “I can read fine, asshole.”

“Oh?” the man countered with a condescending smile, “Go on, then.”

Fuming through her nose as she tried to contain her rage, the girl let her eyes drift to the package, finding nothing but incomprehensible symbols on it. Then, those eyes began to dart around the aisle, finding only the same on every other package and sign. And when she realized what it all meant, Ann snapped.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?” she yelled, stomping her foot against the store rug, “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME??”

“Now now, sweetie,” Richard smiled, putting aside the package he was holding, “there’s no need for that kind of language. Don’t forget we’re in a store now.”

“Fuck you,” the girl retorted, her face beet red as she landed another stomp on the floor, “Fuck you fuck you fu-”

In an instant, the girl found herself looking down at the floor, positioned with her full diaper facing up over her boyfriend’s knee.

“Tsk tsk tsk” he shook his head, stern but calm, “How many times did I warn you?”

*SMACK*

“Little girls like you shouldn’t be using such foul language.”

*SMACK*

“And now, this is what you get.”

*SMACK*

“Is that clear?”

Ann nodded behind watering eyes as she was let down onto her feet, her hand reaching to support her sore bottom as she winced at the sticky mess that had been pressed against it.

She would be silent for the rest of their mall trip, hiding her face behind her hands as her boyfriend checked out the new package of diapers, and looking away as they drove home. It was almost over, she told herself, remembering that there were only a few hours left before the day was up. This nightmare is almost over.

That only made it more shocking, however, when he led her back into their apartment to reveal what was once his office, redone completely into a full, adult-sized nursery, complete with a giant crib, soft pink-colored walls with infantile decorations, and a changing mat, onto which she found herself being placed.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he smiled, “I did a little redecorating while you were asleep last night. Thought you mind need this.”

“What the fuck,” the girl seethed, preparing to burst once more, “You fucking psycho…”

“Now, now,” he chided, “what did we say about naughty words?”

“I can say whatever the fuck I want!”

“Can you, now?”

The girl was ready to go off once more, but she was interrupted by a strange feeling. Her tongue, it seemed, was lost in her mouth, and all of the sounds she wanted to make seemed impossible.

“Ga…” she mustered, “ba… da…” but she simply couldn’t formulate a word.

“Oh, too bad,” Richard commented, unable to fully hide his chuckle at the girl’s state, “Seems like someone’s lost her train of thought. And it’s such a shame, because I’m sure you really wanted to ask for me to undo this hypnosis.

“But that’s not going to happen now, because you went and said those words again - I can. So sad, really - you could have probably figured it out when you were still smart enough, but instead you went and insulted me and my work, thinking you were so much better than all of it.

“I guess it can’t be helped. I guess that’s just the girl you are - or at least, the one you were. Thinking you were better than everyone else, thinking you could do anything. And that’s exactly why I had to teach you this lesson.”

Ann lay in wide-eyed shock as she soaked in the revelation. Her mind raced as she tried to find a way out, a way to escape being this oversized baby, unable to speak a word, being changed out of a full, wet, messy diaper before being put down into her crib for a nap.

But she couldn’t.

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Medkit & reader who is Subspace’s sibling!

first request by @subspacekisser1, sorry if this is out of character! ;-; I’m new to Phighting 😭

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The low murmur of customers added to the relaxing atmosphere of Slingshot’s Café. The two of you just completed a long and intense phight, and Medkit sat next to you, quietly sipping from a cup of black coffee.

In his opinion, any of the SFOTH deities showing up during a phight can and will always be a pain in the arse- and it just so happened that Firebrand showed up. His team wasn't the brightest, too…

"Skateboard, watch out. Your knee and elbow guards won't save you from third-degree burns, and neither will they save you from your medical bills.”

“Relax, Medkit! What’s the worst that can happpen?”

As he skated on to harass the enemy Biograft, a star-shaped symbol appeared on the ground in front of him.

It was orange. Orange…like blazing flames. Flames that could only come from one deity…

"Skateboard, watch your-"

Medkit was cut off by a yell from Skateboard as a column of fire shot up directly underneath him.

"-step...gosh, I don't get paid enough for this.”

Running towards Skateboard, Medkit was about to prepare a crystal to heal Skateboard’s burns when a panicked scream could be heard.

Boombox had been backed into a corner by a column of fire. He still got hit somehow, and now the opposing Biograft was charging towards the injured Boombox like a raging bull, swinging its energy swords as its eyes, despite being a robot, held some sort of bloodlust in its orange glow.

Medkit sighed. This will be annoying, he thought.

Using a crystal to heal Skateboard, Medkit used his free hand and prepared more crystals to teleport to Boombox. In the corner of Medkit’s eye, he caught a glimpse of light shining against tinted glass. Quickly dropping to the ground, Medkit barely avoided Hyperlaser’s shot, his helmet giving away his position and acting as Medkit’s saving grace.

Weaving between Hyperlaser’s relentless attacks and Firebrand’s flames was chicken feet compared to dealing with one person and one person alone.

Subspace.

And it just so happened that he was on the opposing team.

“Come on, Meddy!! Let’s have some fun, shall we?!”

Oh, dear Illumina…

Because of this, he was exhausted, and collapsed on a nearby bench once the phight was over. You had to drag him up yourself- he was too tired to get off.

Now, here you two were, sipping your drinks at Slingshot’s Café, watching demons pace back and forth between different shops, either running errands or just strolling around to enjoy the crisp air.

Medkit seemed to be lost in thought, however. He drank his black coffee silently, staring into space, not saying a word. Usually, when you two hung out like this after a phight, Medkit would occasionally start some small talk…but today was different. His eyes were glazed over, and you couldn’t help but notice something was off.

You were about to wave a hand in front of Medkit’s eyes to catch his attention and make sure he’s okay when he suddenly turned to you, his expression slightly more serious than usual.

“(Y/n), I am a bit concerned pertaining to you.”

You glanced at him, confused. What happened? Why was he concerned? This was uncommon, too. Medkit, the meticulous doctor who would always plan everything three steps ahead, being concerned about you?

You nodded- a sign for him to go on.

Medkit took a deep breath and, after a brief pause, continued.

“Subspace is on the opposing team. You of all people should be the most familiar as to what he is capable of, all of his malicious acts…yet you still hold back against him. You stop yourself. I see the doubt, the split second where you decide whether or not to attack him. I’ve also noticed that this applies to him and him alone, no matter who else we’re fighting against.

So I must ask…why do you hesitate?”

You tense up, not knowing how to respond. You can feel Medkit’s expectant gaze on you, silently coercing a satisfactory answer from you.

You knew that the only satisfactory answer would be the truth…but the truth would be too painful for Medkit to accept.

This was not how you wanted him to find out.

Regardless, you knew that with how much detail he paid to the most trivial of tasks, he’d find out sooner or later.

Better sooner than later, anyway.

You sighed, prepared to face whatever came next.

“Medkit…the truth is…Subspace is my brother.”

At your words, Medkit froze. Out of all the possible reasons and responses you could have gave him, this was not one of them. He had no idea…one of his best friends, the sibling of his sworn enemy? Impossible…

He gingerly sat his cup of black coffee onto the saucer, making a soft clink.

“You can’t be serious…? You knew what he did to me…and yet you never bothered to tell me that he was your brother?”

Things weren’t playing out in your favour here…

“I’m sorry, Medkit. I never wanted you to find out this way…but it’s the truth.”

Medkit stared at you, his usually stoic face now containing a plethora of emotion…all conveying a single emotion- horror. He felt absolute revulsion. How could his friend, who had been with him through thick and thin, be related to the very person who ripped out his eye? But then again, deep down…he didn’t want to change his perception of you. You were who you were, not Subspace. You weren’t Subspace. You never treated him harshly, like nothing more than a lab assistant…you treated him like a genuine friend. You showed care towards him, care which he never experienced in Blackrock…

Medkit glanced down at his half-finished cup of coffee. His reflection stared back at him, his only remaining eye speaking thousands of words. The eyes were the windows to the soul, he knew, and his one remaining eye conveyed not only consternation and hatred…but also sadness and betrayal. Why didn’t you tell him sooner? Did you worry about his reaction?

Did you not trust him enough?

You waved a hand in front of Medkit, trying to get his attention.

“Medkit…? You alright…?”

Medkit quietly rested his head on the edge of the table, sighing quietly.

“I’m fine. It’s just…an old and unresolved conflict.”

You knew what he was talking about- the incident with Subspace. Your best friend’s mortal enemy was your brother. But a friend’s a friend, and no matter how much people say that family comes first, you’d always prioritise Medkit’s safety- he was your best friend and stuck with you every step of the way.

“…it’s fine, I’ll make sure Subspace doesn’t hurt you, alright, Meds?”

Medkit knew Subspace having an easier shot at hurting him was only a small portion of the issue- he’d been through that for too long anyway, and he was used to it. The real issue was the shock that came with finding out his best friend was related to his sworn enemy.

Nevertheless, he knew he could count on you.

“…alright, (Y/n). I trust you.”

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and first req done! thanks again for requesting! sry for the delay btw, I had sch work to do ;-;

[interact-if]

I checked the rec list but didn't see this...

I'm looking for IF's where an RO has a crush on the MC right off the bat?

Hi there Anons!

ROs with a crush on the MC coming your way!

Completed:

Affairs of the Court: Choice of Romance by Heather Albano and Adam Morse

All-World Pro Wrestling by David Monster and Jim Dattilo

Oscar in Asteroid Run: No Questions Asked by Fay Ikin

Marco and Shawnie in Blood Moon by @barbwritesstuff

Firebrand in The Hero Unmasked! by Christopher Huang

Demos:

Sailor in Checkmate in Three Moves by @checkmatein3moves

Raymond in Crimson Rose and White Lily by @manonamora-if

Fields of Asphodel by @asphodelgame

Wesley in Hollowed Minds by @shai-manahan

Sinners and Saints by @sinnersandsaints-linwrites

Rory in Speaker by @speakergame

Watson in The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes: An Affair of the Heart by @doriana-gray-games

Emerson in The Masked Defenders by @ian-lythe

Silas in The Moonless by @moonless-if

The Numbers Game by @thenumbersgameif

No Demo:

Weber in Monte Rosa by @monterosa-if

[im-no-jedi]

the Switch has been taken from me for the night, guess I gotta get back to writing now lolololol 🤪