#tho he could do without the poison attempts

[daemon-in-my-head]

In all this musing on Dravo and Sally Flymm, what I find interesting is that Gortash becomes hostile if you kill them before you take him out. The fact that he tadpole'd them doesn't reflect much love lost but then if you put them out of their misery... he's not happy about that. It's interesting.

Personally I very much love this little detail. Cuz he's so not over what happened, regardless of what he says or does. The fact that he has the scrapbook and his other book/newspapers in the Flymm household already leads me to believe that he's been there for quite a significant amount of time, not just once to tadpole them and leave again. Doubt he went there with a huge ass backpack carrying his stuff, dropped it off and then dipped never to be seen again.

I just believe that, despite all, that place may have been his little sanctum. Not the foundry or the Fortress, but the old house with his tadpoled parents who finally (albeit forced) behave how he imagined parents would be. Especially after his ally disappeared, I believe even Gortash needed some breaks where he could be "Enver Gortash" and not "the Tyrant"™️. For the last decade or so, this source seems to have been his ally and equal, but with them gone, he went back to get twisted revenge on those who hurt him. And I think this is necessary as it shows that, yeah, he's very not cool about the latest events, but I doubt that guy ever learned how to grieve so he jumped right into a "new" project he deemed could comfort him.

Once again, this is just my interpretation, but; I think it speaks for his longing for a "home" and his deeply rooted resentment. The home part appears very important to him as he also welcomes Durge back home, first via Steelwatcher, then in person. And resentment as that man simply does not want his parents to die. It's the easy way out after all they've done to him. They have to pay for it by being his puppets, objects to be toyed with like he once was, but it is also a very twisted attempt at healing himself by making them the parents he's always wanted, yk? It's a childish longing but an understandable one. They were his parents, they were supposed to love him. He wanted their love. So now that he has the means, he will get it.

He wants to let go, and probably knows, objectively speaking, that would be the right thing to do, but even the Iron Tyrant has a human side to him. One which is incredibly hurt, twisted and messed up.

Bonus, despite mingling with patriars and being the archduke, he still aims to be seen as someone down to earth, one of the people so to say. And his being a "family man" fits right into the picture he tries to portray but these two despicable humans would never cooperate, probably actively try to mess with his plans, so they just don't get to have any autonomy anymore.

[hana-no-seiiki]

This is 💗 anon, your anon is turned off. Please let me stay anonymous. Anywho, I, uh, need Jing Yuan to just use me any way he wants. He needs to spit in my mouth? My tongue is out waiting for it. He tells me jump, I ask how high. He wants to ruin me in front of his officers who aren't allowed to look at me? I'll do it

That or I power bottom Sampo. Make that submissive little shit worship me

ON A PLATTER

YANDERE! JING YUAN x AMAB! SOLDIER! READER

plus a little Sampo addition (not smut tho) to the end.

hope everyone that pulled for him succeeded!!

©️ art and story belongs to me, character goes to hoyoverse. please do not redistribute, repost, or share my art without credit or permission.

warnings: noncon. spoilers for the jarilo iv storyline. anal seggs.

status: unedited

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I BEG OF YOU.

Many exalted the drowsy general’s prowess and leadership across the Xianzhou Alliance. Under his rule, the Luofu Flagship developed into a powerhouse that petrified those who heard its name. An infamous red line that warned against those that sought immortality. A blade that stuck right next your jugular in case you dare so moved in a direction they do not want you to.

This general was hundreds of years your junior but had already accomplished far more than you have. That fact was the second biggest slap to the face.

The actual, most damaging slap was his patronizing attitude towards you.

How were you supposed to rise above your station and prove your worth as a knight when he assigned you as his measly bodyguard? It wasn’t as if it was a quiet career really, the man faced dozens of attempts at his life on a daily. It was moreso the fact that he never let you do your job in the first place.

You spent decades just standing around while he swung his massive sword at intruders before you could even blink. Somehow, the lousy man moved faster when defending you rather than with his own duties. It was as if he was the body guard not you.

Not to mention the perverse stares. You weren’t dense. You could feel his bedroom eyes from miles away, taking off the heavy armor you wore to work and leaving you bare. You felt like a lamb, or a tender piece of steak on a platter — and he, the most insatiable man alive.

Hundreds of years training — wasted, spent on being a trophy for him.

If remaining close to the master that misused you for several decades was bad enough, having to interact with him was like hell on earth. He was a vice, a poison molded into the shape of a man. One that could kill you in a instant, but looked oh so tempting. Only the heavens knew how you were resisted his charms for so long.

“Yes, my general? How may I be of assistance?” Your voice and words held a cordial, cold tone to it. If your employer could not bring a semblance of professionalism into the table, then you would tenfold. If he always closed in the distance between you two, you in turn would step further away in your relationship or whatever one might call this thing between the two of you was.

Despite your frigid temperament, Jing Yuan does not flinch nor back down. His eyes trained on a star-chess piece as he twirled it around. “I think it is about time we quell any sort of . . . resentment you have towards me is all.”

You had to give it to him. Jing Yuan was one of the most attractive people you’ve ever bared witness to. At nights like these where his mane of a hair was let down, giving him a relaxed and playful look, it was hard not to stare. “Pardon, my general?”

“You have no need to give me false face, [Y/N]. I know of your doubts and qualms. You see me unfit to continue being General. That I am incompetent, lazy. That I do not let you do a job you feel you are overqualified to even be in.” He listed off before carefully placing the star-chess piece down. His eyes then abruptly flicked to you, creating eye-contact and in turn, chills.

You are rendered speechless. How had he known? You had been so terribly careful. Never spouting about what you thought. Never even writing down such things. You knew better than to show your treacherous feelings outside of the seat of divine foresight, much less within.

So how, how did this wretched man know?

The General smirked as your hands tightened around your spear. “Why so shy all of a sudden, little warrior? Do not worry. I have a feeling you’ll quite enjoy what I have in store for you.”

“Come here.” He patted his lap.

And you quickly realized what was happening here.

Your whole career was a waiting game really. Each day you could only pray that the General had enough self-control not to take you. It seemed that today was the day all restraints were taken off.

Now, you could only pray for things to be swiftly over, or heavens forbid for him to not enjoy it so that it won’t happen again in the future.

Jing Yuan had long planned for this moment. What order he’d take off each piece of armor, how he’d do it, and every step following that. He was more meticulous in the way he’d have his time with you than anything else in his life.

Never did he put this much effort into anything. Not his studies nor training. He had to give it to you. You were right. He didn’t fully devote himself into playing General. How could he when he was already fully devoting himself to you?

“Perhaps little warrior was a wrong title for me to give you. With how drenched these are, wouldn’t little whore be better, hm?” Your skin, no matter what imperfections it may have, looked immaculate to his eyes. It was something Jing Yuan daydreamed about for hours on end and you did not disappoint. He should have done this sooner, he thought. Too bad it had to take a certain trigger for all his control to diminish.

His wasted no time when grabbing your cock. It was semi soft, though you didn’t want him this way your hormones said otherwise. He doesn’t falter for one second even after knowing so, predicting that its state would change once he began stimulating it. “My General, please — ngh — cease this at one.”

You legs kept moving around, either in pleasure or in a last ditch attempt at resisting, you didn’t know. Your body was moving on sheer instinct. Flight or fight mixing with euphoria. Fear and relief clashing against one another. It had been months since you last touched yourself. As a being close to a thousand years of age, your libido had long fizzled out. Or so you thought.

“You really are in need of a wake up call.”

Jing Yuan remained silent for the couple of minutes it took you to finally ejaculate. As the thick white liquid left your member, so did the remaining will to resist.

“I am your ruler.”

Jing Yuan suddenly stood up, causing you to fall forward unto his desk. Your chrysanthemum presented itself for him.

“My word is law.”

His left hands slid from your lower back to your shoulder as his right aligned his cock. You dare not look back to witness his size.

You hear the sound of a bottle being opened and of squelching while Jing Yuan covered himself in lubricant. He almost spends an entire minute just touching himself to your naked back. A sight he thought would only remain a mirage, a phantasm he will never see come to light.

“My desire will be met.”

But alas, you are here. Though he could easily reach climax just masturbating to this magnificent view, a taste was what this entire endeavor’s reason for occurring.

“And long have I waited for this moment to have you in my hands, Senior.”

He enters. Not gentle in the slightest. And to both your surprise he cums right there, not even lasting a second within you. Regardless of the surprise and sudden intrusion, you do not miss the way he addressed you.

A flood of memories fills your mind. “Xiao Yuan . . ?”

You do not get to think too much about it however, as Jing Yuan quickly regained his erection and began fucking your hole. Groaning loudly at your tightness which came as a result of your surprise. He picks you up by your arms and pressed your back to his chest.

“You finally remembered me, have you? But alas, catching up will have to wait. We have an audience waiting for the real show to begin.” He tilted his head away and looked beyond your form.

The guards — those who thought were your friends — that were stationed there weren’t dismissed. They were watching the whole time you were being jerked off and reached climax. Their eyes were glued to how Jing Yuan’s cock would disappear into your little hole, ears peeled to the lewd sounds of squelching, slapping and mewling, you bet that behind those helmets they were drooling over your misery.

But you didn’t feel an inch of anger at them at all, only at the man that forced you into this wicked situation in the first place.

“You lunatic—“ You yelled, but you do not move away, thrash or form any attempts at escape.

“Lunatic? No no, just authoritarian. A leader needs to assert himself in the face of . . . those who daringly gaze at my belonging. All while they’re stripped bare for me to partake in. If anything those lowly soldiers are the perverts are they not?” He paused from his thrusts, and you are ashamed to know that you made a small whine of disappointment at his lack of movement. He chuckled at your response before his face turned cold.

Golden eyes dripped in apathy as he commanded to everyone else in the room. “Helmets off.”

“Yes, general!” They all nodded in unison. No hesitation whatsoever.

“Look straight into their eyes, little warrior.” But who were you to judge when all you do to his commands were to follow blindly as well? You faced your comrades, you’re almost thankful for your arousal clouding your brain and stopping it from feeling too much shame and disgust. They stare right back. Eyes burning with lust and excitement.

Once he is assured of your eye-contact, Jing Yuan began pounding your ass again, this time he was somehow much more harsh than he was at the beginning. “Ngh — !”

“See all of them? These people would kill to be in my place right now. They’d beg for just a drop of your essence. And here you are, taking my cock like the good little warrior you are. Milking me for all I’m worth. Aren’t you greedy for me? Hahaha!” It doesn’t take Jing Yuan long to get jealous. Just several seconds later he shoves you forward and back unto his desk, forcing you to face somewhere else and your attention back to only the way his cock rearranged your insides and hiding the way your hole took him. His hand running itself through your hair, tugging once or twice every minute.

He leaned forward, thus allowing his voice to reach your ears and your ears alone, and his member to reach even further inside you. “Want more of my cum, [Y/N]? Tell me. Order me.”

“Give me - ah - more of your cum, you - ah - bastard!” You screamed, grabbing ahold of one of his scrolls and unintentionally breaking via the strength of your grip.

Your wish is his command.

Jing Yuan doesn’t slow down or stop as his cum filled you up. He wanted to make sure every corner of your hole was covered with him, that every spurt of his seed would decorate your rectum and make it its home.

“Satisfied with your general now, soldier?” He asked, his hips now slowly stuttered to a stop.

You do not reply, only panting in exhaustion. He does not part with you for a moment when he gave his command.

“Qingzu. Send this recording to Tingyun, then execute the rest.”

Your shock and terror overshadowed the doom of all your friends.

“Yes, my General.”

You only realized the weight of it all when he turned you around for an embrace. His genital already ‘recovering’ and almost ready for another round.

“How would you like their eyes served to you, hm? In preserve jars . . .

Or on a platter?”

Inside the void of space. Of the stars, the planets. The cradle of creation and dreams. You hear the sly voice of a man you once knew.

“What a pervert you are, reading a smutty story of that General from Xianzhou.”

What was his name again? Sam . . . Samuel . . . ?

“Sooo ~ did you enjoy it? Did you have fun?”

Sampo. Sampo Koski.

“ . . . What ?”

Yes, Sampo, your fellow actor. How could you forget? The support to your lead. The guy who always had your back.

“Oh my, you seem a little disoriented.“

In the cold embrace of the void, Sampo’s hands almost felt hot when he placed it upon your cheeks.

“Not to worry, dear friend! I’ll fix you right back up again. Can’t have our main actor ill-prepared for their next show, do we?”

And the curtain opens, revealing a sea of white.

[ TRANSLATION ]

chrysanthemum - lit. it’s a pretty flower ya’ll. slang wise it means anus.

xiao - lit. little. it’s a chinese diminutive, basically added to the name to make it sound cute. like little yun or little [y/n].

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[gatitties]

"Owing its speed to his metobolism, the user can quickly process poisons and alcohol before their affects can damage the body, making them immune to such attacks. The speed fruit enables all parts of the body to become faster and strong, including metabolism. As such, the user's body can become starved of energy to the point of near death if they overused it, allowing the user to have a bigger appetite than other members of the crew." Imagine Luffy and male! reader participating in an eating competition tho? (Btw love your works 🥰)

─Strawhats x male!reader (Platonic)

─Summary: Your devil fruit gives you a huge appetite, but it seems you'll always get second place.

─Warnings: none

Part one / Part two

jdshaj this is so cute I can see they totally doing that every time they can, both could leave an entire village without food 😭🤚

"Ready… set… let the competition begin!"

The announcer started the little festivity on that island where you stopped, a festivity in which both you and Luffy signed up because it was nothing more than a competition to see who could devour the most food.

You fought hard against your captain, the other contestants gave up pretty quickly, but your pride took a beating, you weren't able to beat Luffy in one of these competitions, at least, not the vast majority of the time.

Yes, your fast metabolism makes you have an increased appetite, but not enough to win it, however, you were able to beat it only once, although it was after a fight in which you racked your brains because you did not stop running all day, you almost died from overusing your power, but that was the only time you could beat him.

"I… I give up!"

Your body collided so abruptly with the back of the chair that you fell directly on the floor, your arms and legs spread out like you were a sunbathing starfish, your chest rising and falling rapidly from the speed at which you ate. Luffy smiled proudly, still eating, he reached out to lift you up, you nodded as a thanks, albeit with a slight frown in defeat.

Since you had nothing to do here, because Luffy continued to eat even after winning, you decided to continue exploring the surroundings a bit more, the different stalls that the festival offered, small games, a lot of symbolic souvenirs of the place, lots of traveling merchants looking for buyers. It didn't attract much attention to you and you just went to say hello to Robin who was looking at some books together with Chopper.

You didn't know where the others were, but it didn't take you long to find Sanji and Nami, the blond seemed very focused looking at the different ingredients that a vendor was displaying while she was engaged in a verbal fight with a guy who didn't seem to listen to the attempts to Nami's haggling, you decided to stay out of their business since both seemed busy, you definitely didn't want to end up listening to Sanji rambling about what to cook or embarrass yourself because of Nami being so loud when it came to buying things at a good price.

You met the rest in a bar and it looked like it could be your second attempt to beat someone from the team in a competition, you shared looks with Zoro after you sat down at the table where Usopp, Franky, Brook and he were, you both had seen the paper that was stuck on the wall, 'drink 50 beers without passing out and get a prize, if you don't make it you will have to pay'.

"Are we betting?"

"Hell yes, what are you waiting for, old man?"

He clucked at your behavior, calling for the bartender to bring a hundred beers, you split them up and Franky counted down for you to start drinking. You were a little younger than everyone on the boat, but old enough to drink alcohol, the bad thing is that apparently not enough to handle the bitter taste, thanks to your metabolism you managed to drink the fifty beers barely without them doing some kind of effect on you, though… not before Zoro.

"You have done well, but you will not be able to surpass me so easily."

"Just wait and see marimo!"

"Someone is spending a lot of time with Sanji…"

You narrowed your eyes at Usopp making him go back to his drink as if he hadn't said anything, again, completely defeated you shrank back in your seat savoring the second loss of the day, you didn't even care that you won the award for drinking all on time, you just wanted to wallow in your misery of being the eternal second in the team.

[ryuichirou]

Is it Neige who Vil poisoned in the prison AU? UwU ngl tho, as soon as I saw that I was like “Vil would absolutely frame it as accidental attempted manslaughter without a doubt” bc you KNOW years of training went into Vil becoming the most skilled at hiding his intentions and posing the poisoning as an accident with even intentional minor poisoning to himself to play victim.

Vil probably wanted to poison him, maybe was even planning to do so (he was hesitant at first because it would be too suspicious, not like his previous murders when he seemingly had no motive), but got caught before he managed to do it; I have a feeling it wasn’t him who Vil has poisoned – Neige has his stupid good guy’s luck…

But Vil’s amazing acting skill is actually one of the reasons he hasn’t been caught for the longest time, not a single person around him even assumed that he could do such a thing. Producers, staff members and even actors get poisoned left and right, and no one knows it’s Vil, because Vil is either absent from the situation, or very visibly disturbed by such horrible things happening in the industry.

If things got drastic, he could’ve easily played victim and try to lie his way out of the situation, but I feel like he got caught red-handed, so he didn’t end up doing that: there was no point.

[aeryssickfics]

Prompts to Come

Putting these out there for the curious! But also because if anyone has prompts/suggestions/etc I'm willing to hear them! I have. A Good Chance of coming up with ideas for prompts as I go or even realizing I can combine things together but y'know this is where I am

I have completed the Genshin Impact main story. So that's a thing. Also willing to take Honkai Impact 3rd and Star Rail Prompts. Other fandoms I may be willing to entertain are ff7, ffx, yoi, rwby, and atla. I make no promises for anything in the 'may be willing to entertain' section tho)

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Choose: Loud or Silent is ???

Totally Drained/Exhausted: Kiamei! From Honkai Impact 3rd. Kiana exhausts herself preparing for a (lengthy) visit from Mei on the moon, in addition to her own very important tasks as Finality. She starts feeling bad before mei arrives, but hides it until she Cannot anymore. pretty much instantly melts into a puddle of exhausted upon Mei's notice tho bc she Can't anymore.

Group Sickfic: i'm not confidently sold on anything but I'm currently leaning towards either the HSR nameless via food poisoning or some variation of the Sumeru Cluster with ??? ideas not solid. Both may eventually be written. I'm leaning into the nameless group fic at the moment. The sumeru cluster... Will Happen. At some point.

Professionalism Failure: STRONGLY considering Alhaitham getting sick during a meeting bc he thought he could keep himself under control. ... not sure if reluctant Cyno dealing with him or Kaveh. Stay tuned!

free day: Kiana tried say something, she really did. But Himeko didn't really believe her since she had a habit of trying to get out of class. Fast forward to that evening when Himeko finds her in the bathroom dazed with a fever, etc.

sick for the first time: Stelle [HSR] has no memories of Before and so as an adult trailblazer gets to be sick "for the first time". It's miserable, but March and Dan Heng take good care of her.

Unfamiliar Surroundings: Su becomes violently ill unexpectedly while sharing a bed (mostly platonically) with Kevin. Set in a nebulous au where Kiana was able to restore his body via manipulation of the imaginary space. ... and didn't kill Kevin for Reasons:tm:. Anyway! Su isn't familiar with the space and without being able to use his mantis powers is also blind. (Honkai Impact 3rd)

Sick in More Ways than One: trailblazer! probably stelle! leaning into the stelleron doing weird shit! Thinkin she picks up something from the crew just in general but it's not Bad:tm: and then she also goes to help herta with SU stuff and things go... south due to a weird interaction in the SU!

late caretaker: Abyss Prince Aether extremely unwell and all he can think about is the way his sister used to hold him, would have taken care of him if things were different. Fate brings them back together, if only for a little while.

sleepy sickie: Shortly after they're reunited in the Chasm, Lumine realizes something is wrong with Xiao-more than his exhaustion, though it certainly plays a factor in everything. He's tired, all the wants to do is sleep. But he's injured and fevered and it gets worse, before it gets better.

subtle support ??

panic: sick kaeya set during Diluc's travels away from Mondstadt. ft diluc's vision almost going out.

cranky sickie ??

nonverbal illness indicators: I'm Attempting to formulate a Neuvi/Wrio thing here. Set probably before the scenario of the game. They don't leave their respective stations often, and it would figure that one of the rare times they do find time to be in the same space Neuvi finds himself unwell. He conceals it, but Wrio is learning how to tell.

head pain/injury/ache: Fu Xuan has a migraine, and perhaps should be resting instead of working, but Jing Yuan has not returned to full duty and someone must hold down the Luofu, after all. (Jing Yuan is not particularly amused)

chaotic body temperature ???

Fake "Faking it":

Possible Alts:

Shaky/Shivery:

(this list is teaching me I might use too much plot in my sickfics but im not really sorry about it)

Not Novemetober related To Write

(assuming I don't manage to squish these into a prompt somewhere)

Alternate Abyss Corrupted Kaeya sickfic

Cyno sick on a mission (this post)

Really want to revisit sick dan heng actually now that I've found my footing even if I dont go back to that Specific prompt

Eventually want to do something with Crepus actually alive (this post)

Also the Kaeya and Diluc at the Gravesite Fic ft: Jean accidentally ruining Dilucs life (bottom of this post)

The Morning After Scene from Long, Sick Nights

Also the mentioned kaeya-saved-diluc injury+poisoning scene

Couple of these aren't sickfic (or are at least Drastically Less sickfic but wanted to note them here bc they've been mentioned and I don't want to lose them lol)

[shroomthebest]

Comforting

Lee Owen

Ler soul

My new version of what happend in Owens episode- Owen gets stung on the outsiders smp

-TICKLING IS NOT A KINK NOR FETISH FOR ME-

TW: TICKLING/ PANICK ATTACK

MENTION OF POISON AND SICKNESS

Soup had turned around for a second before a scream and extreme sobbing had been heard behind her

Owen was now up sitting in the bed, his arms were curled around his torso and his eyes were squeezed shut as quiet sobs were erupting from him.

“Owen!, Owen!”

Soup exclaimed running forward her hands out to comfort the man but instead it did the opposite, Owens hands flew up and covered his face. Like he thought soup was gonna hit him, she pained seeing the man like this

“No!. no!”

Owen shouted almost to himself as he covered his face in protective manner

He crawled further away form soup almost ending up on the bookshelf as his breathing became even more panicky

Soup took her hand down to her sides in an attempt to not scare him further

“Owen, Owen. Hey, hey hello”

She attempted to bring Owen back from whatever was bothering him, from whatever was making him ache. His eyes flew open and once he realized soup was there the scared tone disappeared from his sobbing and he took his arms down and curled around himself.

“Can u hear me?”

She tried still not getting an answer as Owen attempted to calm himself down

Just as soup thought Owens sobs had turned into quiet tears another wave fell over him and he grabbed his hair harshly

“Owen can u hear me?”

Owen slowly looked up and his cheeks were tear stained roses, his eyes were as red as the sun. She felt bad for the poor man, she was wondering what had made him wake up in such a state. Maybe the poison wasn’t doing wonders for him, she’s just sad no one has checked on him earlier

“Yeah”

Owen pressed out between his tears. He now wasn’t covering his face but she could see he was ashamed of himself for the show of weakness

“Hey it’s soup, can u look at me please”

She attempted still keeping her hands on her sides. She was making progress no need for her to destroy it all.

Owen looked her in the eyes were slowly. The man was shaking with fear and his breathing was breaking every now and then, silent tears were running down his face but it was slowly coming to a stop.

Even with the red eyes she could spot the bruises and bags under his eyes all the same

“Step down u have fallen into the bookshelf, that u just- thank you”

She spoke now able to carefully help Owen get down with her hands on his shoulder without scaring the man half to death

Owen flinched but no further reacting came for it and he let her hold him close. His breathing slowly calmed as he laid in her arms but the tears kept coming down from his eyes, soaking her sweater completely. He needed to calm down but she had no methods, until she remembered a time when she had first arrived and spied on Owen. Silvia had been crying and Owen had calmed him down. A smirk now lodged its way onto her face.

“Owen can I try and calm you”

Soup asked as gently as possible not wanting to make him nervous. He gripped harder on her pulling her down to his level and nodded carefully into her shoulder.

She began scratching as gently as she could muster along his sides. Owen squeaked quietly and just before he shoved his face into Soups sweater she spotted a small smile at his lips

Soup smiled at the adorable squeaks that kept erupting from him every time she hit a sensitive spot with her nails.

“Sohuhop”

He tried not protesting against the sensation instead leaning into it as she kept as gentle as she could to not overwhelm him

She fluttered her fingers around his stomach giggling with Owen as a quiet squeal echoed through his chest. He clearly didn’t mind her even as his legs kicked gently behind him. She figured it was just a way for him to cope with it.

“Nohot thehere” he giggled playfully even tho he just leaned in to the touch rather than leaning away from it

“Ur not fooling anyone Owen, ur leaning into my fingers”

Owen squirmed a little more at the tease before shaking his head into Soups shoulder. And gripping on tighter to her

He was no longer crying which was the first thing she took notice on. She was practically holding Owen op now since the man clearly had no energy left to do anything but squirm slightly at the gentle tickles and lean into her. She started slowing to a stop thinking Owen probably would have had enough now but Owen stopped her.

Hands gripped onto her wrists and pulled them back to his stomach.

“Don’t stop”

He announced before quietly adding a

“Plehease, Ihihi nehehd sohomthihing to distract me”

She nodded in understanding.

“I won’t stop, just say when u have had enough”

Well that was along one. Tbh I spedran this so if there is any mistakes make sure to tell me :DD

-TICKLING IS NOT A KINK NOR FETISH FOR ME-

(Tell me if any of the creators aren’t comfortable with this I will delete permanently)

[honeylikesyanderes]

Hiiii honey! I hope your having a fantastic day! If You want to answer then could I request yandere karma with a shy timid cute smart/nerdy s/o? They are intelligent but they don’t have friends so he doesn’t really need to manipulate them but they are both still in class e and teenagers so you know bullies and stuff and he’s just clingy and protective of them? Feel free to take your time or ignore bye bye!

hi my love!!

hmm i like your idea anon

i'm just gonna make this a highschool au!

karma and darling are both 18

that being said:

hope you enjoy!

18+ minors dni (like fr, there's violence and blood in this)

gender neutral reader/darling

likes and reblogs are highly appreaciated

if there’s something i missed or something that you're still curious about, feel free to send me another ask!

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karma as a teenager is a bit different from karma as an adult

he's less quiet and a bit more impulsive

but he's still very very charming

kinda like a boyish charm

karma is very popular in high school

especially since its a private school and everyone knows how influential his family is

he's still a lot more mature than his peers

that being said

assuming that darling is the shy intelligent type, teen! karma would be sooo into it-

i think his yandere tendencies with a shy darling would just start off as him being protective

he might not acknowledge that he's a yandere at this time

he might just assume that he's 'protecting someone who can't protect themselves'

then down the line, he gets to know you

and he falls so hard.

you're perfect.

everything he's ever wanted.

so he becomes even more protective

and more clingy

he follows you everywhere

and where he cant follow you, he's either sending bhodi or his sister to follow you.

and when they cant follow you everywhere, our dear karmichael gets an idea.

concealed cameras.

karma has always been tech savvy

so making tiny concealed cameras were a breeze.

(he attached them to your bag and phone when you weren't looking)

a few days after he installs the cameras, he realises that he needs to hear your conversations as well!

he doesn't want any boys asking his beloved out ofc

so after pulling an all-nighter

he created tiny concealed mics!

(he also attached them to your phone and bag when you weren't looking)

(you should really pay attention more to your surroundings darling.)

karma observes you through the cameras

<they're connected to his phone fyi>

btw teen karma is pretty violent towards bullies.

anyone that makes you feel bad for being intelligent/ a nerd?

they come to school with their head bashed in.

someone talking to you in a disrespectful manner cause they know you're shy and you wont say anything back?

they're suddenly seen wearing turtlenecks everyday for the next month.

(rumour says that they have handprints on their neck from an attempted strangulation)

another person touches you in any way without your explicit consent?

they come to school with the arm (or both arms) that they used to touch you spontaneously broken.

a love rival confesses to you even tho youre already his?

they randomly start vomiting blood in 5th period.

(karma's sister is good with poisons)

if darling is a scholarship student and someone makes fun of them for being less advantaged,

karma will report their parents company for tax evasion/fraud/embezzlement/money laundering

this will cause their accounts and assests to be frozen

and they will become paupers overnight.

then it becomes clear to the entire school.

dont fuck with y/n unless you're willing to face the consequences.

darling on the other hand knows that karma is behind the punishments given to their antis

(its kinda obvious, lets be honest)

and they don't mind it too much

they do beg karma to be a little less mean with the punishments

but teen karma is very stubborn, yet still very charming

so he'll manage to convince you that being mean is for the best

cause rich teenagers are dicks.

and they deserved to be treated as such.

basically, teen karma with a shy intelligent darling is basically just karma showing his true nature over and over again.

he's ruthless, unforgiving towards offenders and he is the judge, jury and executioner.

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

I wanted to do something I've seen other people do - make a list of headcanons about the Wachowski brothers in a specific situation! And since my family has spent the last two mornings doing yardwork, that's the situation I'll pick for now.

The movies were the first part of the Sonic franchise that I truly saw, and they're what dragged me with a headlock into the fandom, so they hold a special place in my heart. Also I'm just a sucker for found family tropes, so the Wachowski family dynamic is one of my favorite things ever

Anyway! ON TO THE HEADCANONS!

Wachowski Family and yard work

It's the beginning of summer! The school year is finally over! Except with all the busyness of their relatively new life, Tom & Maddie haven't been able to spend a lot of time keeping their yard in order. Good thing they now have three boys to help them fix it up!

Sonic tries to cut through a mess of weeds by spindashing. While it effectively clears the mess, he goes a little too fast and ends up plowing through a tree. The tree falls over. Tom says no more of that.

Tails attempts pulling vines off of trees, but some of them are caught pretty tightly and he's not strong enough to get them down. Sonic and Knuckles both come running to help him out, but between their competitive minds and brute strength, they end up breaking it halfway and leaving a good chunk of it still in the tree. Tails gets a clipper from Maddie and flies up to chop it down.

An old tree is leaning over the house and Tom doesn't like how it looks like it could fall and smash the house at any time. (They've had to repair their house twice within a year and aren't keen on doing it again) He chops it down with the help of Knuckles. Tom cuts up the trunk into smaller pieces to take to a pile for firewood. Sonic and Knuckles both aim to carry the biggest and heaviest branches to show off to their dad how strong they are.

Maddie tells them to cut it out when Sonic loses his balance under a particularly heavy branch, stumbles around while trying to stay standing, and accidentally swings the branch right into Tails. (He's ok tho, Maddie checked him over.)

At some point they realize Tails is missing. Sonic finds him in the garage trying to enhance a chainsaw to be more durable and thus more able to cut through an entire tree trunk without risking getting stuck. Long story short, both Tom & Maddie said no and Tails isn't allowed to touch the chainsaw anymore.

The boys stumble upon poison ivy. Thank goodness all three of them wear gloves on a regular basis.

Maddie still checks them over, though, and Tom goes to spray chemicals on the poison ivy. Dodged a bullet there.

They've finally finished! Everyone heads inside, and Maddie checks them for ticks.

Once they're sure everyone's clear, they head out for ice cream! They deserve it. :)

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

happy new year kat! ✨ I'm here to ask you some fun questions from the writer goal ask list ☺️

💖 What is your primary writing goal for this year?

🥸 Does anyone in IRL know you write fanfic or original fiction? If not, do you plan on telling anyone this year?

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

hello!! happy new year!! :3 i hope you're having a good holiday 🥰

send me some writer asks!

💖 what is your primary writing goal for this year?

probably to write and publish this mafia fic! i have some key scenes plotted/written out so hopefully i can actually churn out this fic at some point in time i do have a few other WIPs but i'm hesitant to set a goal for those until i get this mafia fic done uwu

🥸 does anyone in irl know you write fanfic or original fiction? if not, do you plan on telling anyone this year?

yea i'm pretty open about it LMAO i used to not be, and then i kinda realized that if they're gonna be judgey about it, i dont really want them in my life, and just got sick of keeping up a facade for irls. not everyone knows that i write smut tho lololol

💥is there a chapter, scene, or wip you're most excited to write? share a snippet or tell us about it!

*digs thru mafia fic to find something that doesn't give away spoilers* here's a lil scene that made me 💦 while writing it

“Care to explain yourself?” Levi finally broke the silence as he frowned at you. In truth, he knew why you were there and who you worked for, but he wanted to hear it from you. Although he knew that the information that Eld had dug up on you was undoubtedly true, there was a small part of him that hoped for a simpler explanation. “Explain what?” you scolded, looking directly into his silvery eyes. “I think you’re the one that needs to do the explaining. Why the hell are you chasing me around?” “Why the hell did you feel the need to run?” he retorted. You fell silent, knowing that Levi had a point. You didn’t have a good way to explain why you had to run without revealing the truth. You were trying to leave the vicinity after sneaking the toxin into Dimo’s drink. You could have simply told Levi that you had to leave, but the fact that you broke out into a sprint to get away from him meant that you were purposefully trying to get away. Levi was clouding your judgment. On any other day, you’d talk your way out of the situation, only resorting to running in life or death situations.  He scoffed upon seeing that you couldn’t come up with a good response, taking a step back before leaning forward towards you again. You shivered as you felt his lips brush up against your ear. “I know you poisoned Dimo Reeves’ drink,” he whispered into your ear and you felt your blood run cold upon realizing that he knew what you were there for all along. “Needless to say, your little assassination attempt didn’t go as planned.” You opened your mouth with your mind going at a million miles an hour to try to come up with a way to deny his accusations, although they were undoubtedly true. “You’re from [reader's organization that I don't have a name for yet], aren’t you?” he asked without giving you a chance to respond.  You were frozen in shock as you listened to Levi list off your first and last name and your position as an assassin for [reader's organization]. “Don’t ask me how I know,” he mumbled before stepping back so that he could look into your eyes directly again, “but I do.” You were much too aware of how he felt against you right now. That, plus the anxiety creeping into your body from realizing that he knew who you were all along, made it next to impossible for you to think.

spoiler alert, the next chapter opens up with him interrogating you by eating you out and not letting you finish until you confess (✿◡‿◡)

[okay-j-hannah]

Part 4: The Griever

The Lord of the Rings : Multishot

Samwise Gamgee x Reader

Word count: 6138

Warnings: 😢 talk of grief and loss. 💙 slight depression. 🥰 love. 🥰 love. 🥰 love.

Request: “Could I request a multishot with samwise gamgee x reader and sam has always had a crush on her, but on their journey he realizes she's even better than he imagined her to be (like when you stop crushing but actually fall in love)” @the-narnian-sea​

A/N: I’ve skipped Caradhras, the mines of Moria, and the river Anduin

Part 3: The Heroine

Part 4: The Griever {You Are Here}

Part 5: 

S.R. 1395

The sun was beginning to sink below the grassy hills of the Shire, warming the hobbit holes with the orange summer night air. Little (Y/N), not yet old enough to be considered a tween, was stretching her fingers towards the warm orange glow.

Her not so little hobbit feet were directed towards the distant tree line, a rust colored leather and linen pack across one shoulder.

She was quite determined this time. This time she meant it. She was going to run away – for real. The trees sang for her with their shimmering leaves made golden by the setting sun. The nimble squirrels and clever foxes called to her with their scurrying steps. The wild berries, round and bright, begged to be picked and eaten.

There was absolutely, positively, no way she was going to chicken out and return home within a fortnight. Not like the other four times.

She felt her steps become lighter as she neared the forest edge, excitement making her feel as weightless as a cloud. She audibly giggled, “I wonder if the owls have still nested in the great northern oak,” she muttered to herself.

The forest meant she could discuss these serious matters aloud without the fear of pointed ears searching for tavern gossip.

“Surely they’ve protected my stash of poisonous arrows.” She flounced as the crickets began to speak to her in turn, as if she adorned one of her mother’s custom hobbit dresses instead of the trousers she stole from Merry’s dresser.

“Poisonous arrows?” boomed a voice, “I had no idea you were so skilled in such alchemy.”

(Y/N) became stiff, choking on her own giggle. She tilted her head and slowly trailed her eyes up, up, up… to Gandalf.

The bearded old man smiled, blue eyes twinkling, “On the hunt for Wargs, no doubt.”

She began to smile sheepishly, “Master Gandalf…”

“I see you’ve come prepared.” He nudged her leather pack with the end of his staff, “An attempt to run away?”

“No!” she said loudly, “I… I just went to pick some summer berries for my mother’s jam. She’s been preparing the jars all day.”

Gandalf gave a gruff, “Humph,” as his staff poked further and lifted the pack flap. Just on the surface was a checkered cloth of bread and cheese and a set of flint and steel, tied together with string.

“Do you need a fire to prepare these summer berries?”

(Y/N) added rosy cheeks and downcast eyes to her sheepish face. “Did my parents send you?”

“No, my dear,” Gandalf said warmly, “I was merely on a stroll myself.”

“Are you going to take me home?”

The wizard scratched at his beard as if blind to the young hobbit’s embarrassment. “I don’t see a reason why. I would hate to disturb such a beautiful evening by escorting an excellent forester to reprimanding parents.”

(Y/N) tucked a bundle of crazed hobbit curls behind her ear, hopeful eyes returning to the old man, “I quite agree, Master Gandalf.”

“Wonderful,” he said, planting his staff forward, “Then I would like to invite you on my stroll into the woods.”

Her head perked, “I would be delighted!” And she bounced alongside his considerate pace. “I thought for sure my plans were dashed.”

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about,” Gandalf said, leading the way as the sky darkened from lavender to indigo. “But now that we are on our way, I would inform you of a splendid clearing just ahead, nestled in a grove of trees.”

(Y/N) craned her neck to catch the wizard’s face, “Is that so?”

“Perhaps we could put that flint and steel to good use?”

“I thought you could conjure fire with your magic.”

Gandalf concealed a warming chuckle, “I have lit the occasional smoking pipe, it is true. But a young forester learns nothing by watching a wizard use magic.”

Little (Y/N) and Master Gandalf then spent the majority of the night in the beforementioned clearing between the trees. (Y/N) showed the wizard how she fashioned crooked arrows from fallen sticks. Gandalf taught her to blow through a blade of grass to produce a whistle.

The pair of them gathered kindling for a small fire beneath the canopy of leaves and starlight. (Y/N) attempted to create a spark large enough to set the dry grasses aflame, but after a few attempts Gandalf sent a concealed spell that made the wood smolder and light instantly.

He didn’t say anything as (Y/N) turned to him positively beaming, “I did it!”

“That you did, my dear,” he laughed, “That you did.”

They each told stories of their adventures – Gandalf’s considerably more grand with his talk of mountains and mines and the sea. Although, (Y/N)’s were far more enjoyable as she required the use of her entire body to describe exactly how large the fish was that pulled her into the Brandywine River.

Gandalf revealed a cloth bundle of his own that revealed a few sausage links and tomatoes. It sent (Y/N) down another imagined adventure where she was a famed chef of the most noble kingdoms of old. A traveling cloak she packed for the cold now tied around her waist, she prepared the food and handed a roasting stick to the wizard.

Feasting on smoked sausage, grilled tomatoes, and fresh bread, (Y/N) found herself falling dangerously close to sleep, her eyes becoming heavier and heavier.

Gandalf removed the cloth being used as a plate from her lap and sat closer in case she fell to her dreams. “I’ve enjoyed our evening together, Miss. (Y/N).”

She smiled, “I’m grateful I ran into you, Master Gandalf.”

He matched her smile, “Might I inquire of something, my dear?” At her tired nod he continued, “What prompted you to make such a journey to the wood?”

Searching for the words, she hummed. “Pervinca Took spread an awful rumor at the pond today.”

Gandalf arched a bushy eyebrow, “Your cousin?”

“Pippin’s older sister,” she said quietly, feeling the heavy effects of sleep, “She told everyone that the reason I’m so peculiar is because I’m not actually a hobbit at all. I am some halfling troll adopted into a generous hobbit family.”

Gandalf frowned, softly placing his arm around the young girl, “As you said, it is but a rumor. A form of trickery to satisfy ignorant and jealous feelings.”

“Pervinca’s jealous of me?”

“She doesn’t know how to have fun,” Gandalf tickled under her chin, and she squirmed with laughs, “And doesn’t know who she is, unlike yourself.”

“Who am I then, Gandalf?” She ended her squirming with nestling beside the old man, wrapped in the grey drapery of his cloak.

He watched her drift off to sleep, having stayed up too late for a child so young. “An excellent young forester and admirable companion. You are someone who is just beginning, yet wise beyond your years. I have no doubt that you’ll surpass the legends you create within your mind just as you have surpassed the expectations of the hobbits in this Shire.”

The old wizard sent another concealed spell of magic through the trees, requesting his waiting horse and wagon to appear. The wide expanse of the wagon filled with fireworks and other tinkering objects, Gandalf rose to carry (Y/N) to the riding bench up front.

He extinguished the fire and retrieved their supplies, giving an encouraging pat to the horse that waited so patiently when the wizard asked it to graze while he approached the wandering hobbit girl he spotted running to the woods.

They made a slow journey home, (Y/N) snug in Gandalf’s side. The old man returned to her parents, assuring them she was quite all right. He ensured her safety and peace of mind before escorting her to the hobbit hole.

They expressed their gratitude, but Gandalf merely waved them off and said, “She is a remarkable girl, that (Y/N). I look forward to the adventures we’ll have together.”

~~~

Present Day

Gandalf was a great deal many things to many people.

He was a disturber of the peace, wise councilman to all races, a mysterious traveler that peddled his fireworks, and a symbol of aid and magic.

But to (Y/N) he was her friend. A friend that spent many evenings distracting her from the ignorance and pity of the Shire through adventures in the wood and lessons of the world. Besides her family, her three cousins, and her scattered friendships with those like Samwise, Gandalf was of the few that was genuinely kind.

He was a gateway to outside the Shire – she adored and revered him.

Now he was gone.

The fellowship was somberly making their way towards the woods ahead, leaving the damnable remains of Moria behind. The only motivation to move was the fear of orcs and goblins daring to venture outside the sanctuary of their mines.

And to not shame Gandalf’s sacrifice to get them out.

(Y/N) lingered at the back of the group, scratching at the mixture of tears and earth smeared on her face. Dirt and coal and grime from beneath the mountain caked her knuckles and smudged her complexion.

It smelt of damp caves, coppery tangs, and death.

She dug in her pockets for a scrap of cloth to clean her face and relieve her of the horrid remnants of the mines. She found a square white handkerchief with the initials S.G. sewn in the corner with blue thread.

She rubbed at her eyes carelessly and rough, pulling the handkerchief away to see large blotches of black. She couldn’t make a sound as she cried, folding the dirtied cloth to a clean side and scrubbing at her chin and neck.

“Here.”

Her ruddy, blotched face found Samwise approaching, hand outstretched. The rest of the slow moving fellowship was venturing deeper into the woods.

(Y/N) bowed her head as she realized he was asking for the handkerchief. He retrieved the cloth and dampened it with his waterskin. Slowly and gently he used the wet corners to clean her face.

“We should stay close,” he said quietly, “I understand not wanting to be near the fellowship, but I don’t want you straying from my side.” He washed beneath her eyes and around her cheeks, “Please.”

She couldn’t reply, her throat strained from trying to contain her cries. She nodded instead, which seemed to lift Sam’s spirits. Boldly he offered his hand and ensured they both made it back to their companions.

He didn’t ask her to speak, only supported her sorrowful heart with his hand in hers.

The fellowship was quiet and heavy the following nights, recovering from their harrowing journey into the mines of Moria. With such a close scrape with death among everyone in the company, each member had a revigorated sense of their own mortality.

(Y/N) could see the realization within her boisterous cousins. Merry put on a brave face, but Pippin struggled to keep his cries quiet at night. (Y/N) had the suspicion that the burden of the Ring had put Frodo in this dark mindset before.

It seemed to only press Samwise to be more candid about his affections towards her. As if small confessions and the fear of loss caused him a new sense of protectiveness for (Y/N).

During another long night of troublesome sleep, (Y/N) found her eyes open at the sound of the lookout being switched.

“You’re the last,” came Boromir’s gruff, lowered tone. “You’ll be here til daybreak.”

Sam replied, “Thank you.”

It was now common that the sound of Sam’s wakeful voice stirred (Y/N) from her sleep. And this night was no different as she waited for Boromir to crash on his bedroll.  

She wrapped her blanket around her shoulders and rose for the log that Sam was sitting upon. After a few nights of this routine, he wasn’t so surprised to see her shadow grow from behind. He kept himself busy with something in his pack.

“Good evening,” he said quietly.

She sat beside him, eyeing the small smoldering flames of the campfire. Her words were sparse these days.

Sam was simply happy with the fact she desired his company. He pulled a thickset book from his pack, full of fresh, stocky pages. Digging further, he extracted a corked bottle and a smaller booklet wrapped with a belt.

(Y/N) watched him with an expressionless face. Since the events with Gandalf and the near death of her cousins, her lips held a slight frown in the corners. Her eyes were duller and heavy lidded.

Her heart felt stuffed in a too small chest.

Sam opened the first few pages of his book and revealed flattened flowers, glued and labeled with his quick scrawl.

(Y/N) found a piece of her buried beneath the sticky grief of memories perk up with interest. Perhaps Sam was compiling a botanical journal of plants he’d found while on the journey. She strained her eyes to read what the labels were saying.

Turning to a clean page, Sam retrieved the smaller booklet, undoing the buckle of the belt holding it closed. It opened to a page of print, but also more flowers pressed until they were flat. He delicately moved the dried plants to the garden journal.

Opening the corked bottle, a brush was pulled out stringy and thick with glue. He painted a section of the page, laying the flowers as if a prized possession. He ensured to brush the entire plant with the glue, keeping it in place.

In the upper corner he glued buds of blossom pink and speckled white, crisp and crinkled with being dried and pressed. In the lower corner he glued a few wildflowers adorned with rough grasses and wide leaves.

He recorked the glue bottle and traded it for a feathered pen, finding ink to carefully write in a clear space.

“Since you miss your gardens.”

(Y/N) blinked, “Is this a gardening journal?”

Sam hid a soft smile, “No.” He laid the book open to allow time for the new entry to dry.

“Are those…” (Y/N) continued, “Are those flowers I’ve given you?”

“Over the years,” Sam replied.

She felt her lips quiver, perhaps a smile attempting to make an appearance. “I knew you were sentimental, Sam, but that takes dedication.”

He shrugged, “I told you I’ve been dancing with the idea of you for years.” He gave her a tentative look, “It feels nice to tell you that now.”

She had to turn away to hide the warming smile on her face, “I always had my suspicions.”

“Did you really?”

“Well, when you’re tripping over yourself every time you see me and can barely speak to me, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something wrong with me.”

Sam drew in a deep sigh, “It was frustrating, is what it was. I couldn’t act like anything but a fool when you were around.”

She hummed thoughtfully, “I wouldn’t call you a fool. Twitterpated maybe.”

He nodded, “Twitterpated without a doubt. There’s always been something so enchanting about you.” His heart was quaking in his chest, but with his secret out in the open, speaking didn’t seem as impossible. “Gave me a silly crush.”

“Merry teased me about it when we were younger,” she mused, feeling the darkness of the past few days fade away, “Called me a damsel in need of a prince. He would joke that your nervous state was only ever when I was around. It sometimes made me think you didn’t like me.”

“Heavens, no,” he chuckled, “It was because I liked you too much.”

The seedlings growing in her heart had stretched into tall green stalks and broad leaves. They quivered at Sam’s tender words.

“I wish we could’ve explored it while still in the Shire.”

He bit the inside of his cheek, “Though I agree making something official now would make the journey more difficult… I hope my being candid in my affections isn’t overstepping.”

(Y/N) gazed at the glowing embers between them, a soft smile adorning her face, “In truth it makes me more determined to complete the mission and return home.”

Sam made an effort to contain the earsplitting grin trying to overtake his face. “I hope I didn’t imagine those words.”

She reached a hand over and placed it on his wrist, “Sam, I would be amiss to say I haven’t wished something more than friendship between us.” She grinned to see the wonder light in his eyes, “I’m glad to be here with you, Sam.”

He grabbed her hand between his and pressed a kiss there. “I’m going to ensure you’re by my side the remainder of this journey. I’ve got to make sure we return home together.”

~~~

Having ventured deep into the surrounding grey wood, elven friends found them quickly. Under the rule of the queen of Lothlorien, these elves led the fellowship to the heart of their forest.

The colors seemed to dim to sage and grey, somehow sparkling in the dull glow of the ancient magic of the elves. It was slow and peaceful and steady. (Y/N) could feel every beat of her heart and every breath enter her body.

Mighty Mallorn trees grew taller and thicker than all the others. Those of Lothlorien hollowed out the trunks and resided there. Small, rounded windows spiraled up the home trees, revealing candlelight and birdsong.

An elven leader, Haldir, led them to the inner city. Pale walls adorned in green, and silver sheltered them from the soft light of the sun.

It was put to shame by the entrance of the queen, the Lady Galadriel. She floated down the main staircase, a shimmering droplet of starlight descending from the heavens. She radiated elegance with every step.

(Y/N) found herself bowing her head without a prompt.

Another elf, grave and beautiful, spoke first, “Nine there are, yet ten there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him.”

A hand squeezed (Y/N)’s heart.

Galadriel turned her piercing eyes from Frodo to (Y/N). “He has fallen into shadow,” she spoke quietly to her husband. She sought more answers in (Y/N)’s face and saw the dark blue rings beneath her eyes – the sunken state of her cheeks.

“Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. You are guests here and will be treated as such.” Her mouth continued to move, but it didn’t match the words that (Y/N) heard in her head.

Galadriel was now speaking within her mind. Her hand jumped into Sam’s on instinct.

“Hello, forester. Spirit of the wood. I see your grief. I see it eating at your being.” The crystal blue of her eyes peered down at the hands of Sam and (Y/N) together. “I see your heart. It seeks comfort. Please find rest and reprieve in my home.”

(Y/N) blinked a few times before giving a simple nod. Sam squeezed her hand.

As if they’d always been there, an elf maiden motioned for (Y/N) to follow her. Making an effort to keep hold of Sam’s fingers until the last second, she whispered a farewell and followed her guide.

She was taken to one of the spiraling tree trunks, the soft white gold light of fireflies lighting their path. She was surprised to be given an entire bedchamber and ensuite washroom all to herself.

“Does this seem adequate to serve your needs?” the elf maiden asked quietly.

“More than adequate,” (Y/N) mumbled, sinking in on herself. “Where are my companions?”

“They have their own quarters,” the elf said, making her way to the washroom, “The Lady Queen thought it appropriate to give you your own room. Weeks in the wilderness with nine men seems a worthy enough reason for a girl to receive special attention.”

(Y/N) snorted, “How very gracious of her.”

But her heart yearned with a sudden pain of the moments she’d grown to love with Sam in the middle of the night when he took his turn on lookout. There wouldn’t be any need for that there.

“There are hot natural pools where we secure bathwater,” the elf maiden returned from the washroom. “Please take your time. You are free to anything in this room. I won’t disturb you until morning.”

(Y/N) wasn’t sure what else to say other than, “Thank you,” before she was left alone in the large, decorous room. At the sound of a bath she suddenly felt every inch of grime on her like never before.

It was a wonder that Sam still felt affection for her with the awful state she was probably in.

Slowly, as if every step was a heavy weight that required immense effort, she walked into the washroom. It was refined with pale green and silver grey. A large, wooden bathtub resided near a window with the most magnificent view of the pearly forest.

As if the tree grew in that manner, branches circled the tub, like a bird nest securing hot water. It provided a bench of sorts for support and shelving for tasteful bottles. Not the ceramic and clay bottles of the Shire, but colored glass adorned with gold.

Picking one up, (Y/N) uncapped it to smell a beautiful concoction of strawberry and vanilla. Her mind was drawn back to the famous strawberries and cream from her home.

She promptly dumped the whole bottle into the bath.

Steam billowed as the water was mixed with the milky pink soap. It bubbled where she poured.

She relieved herself of the dirty, stained clothes she’d worn the entire journey and folded them neatly on a bench cushion. And with a great sigh of relief, she slipped into the perfumed bathwater, feeling the heat instantly work at her tired feet and knotted shoulders.

It was quiet and warm and cleansing. Not just of the dirt coating her body, but of her mind. It was like taking care of herself in that moment reminded her of a time before the darkness of Gandalf’s demise – the fear of almost losing not just her life, but of those around her.

It might have been one hour, it might have been many, but as she scrubbed her skin clean with strawberry suds there was a definite lift in her mood.

She found a long sleeved pearlescent nightgown to wear as she grabbed a comb to untangle her unruly hobbit curls. Nails polished with soap and skin dewy with berry creams and lotions, (Y/N) found herself drifting to bed on a dream cloud.

The mattress was feathered and cool with silken sheets. The pillow was even more wonderful as she sunk her face into its down stuffing.

And she drifted off instantly – exhaustion and grief pulling her eyelids close.

It was the soundest she had ever slept. Although still missing the hour when she could awaken to steal precious moments alone with Samwise.

True to her word, the elf maiden didn’t return until late the next morning. (Y/N) peacefully woke from the deepest of slumbers to a platter of meats, cheeses, and fresh fruits. Silken in the white lace dressing gown, she rolled off the bed to reach the platter by the window.

Plucking a grape she heard the door open to reveal the elf maiden. She brought with her a silver trimmed dress, fashionable to the elves of Lothlorien. It glittered like starlight on a smoky-grey sky.

“I don’t normally wear dresses,” she said quietly.

The tall elf smiled warmly, “I did notice the trousers.” She laid the fabric over her arm, so it shimmered, “But I assure you that trousers are not needed for your stay. Enjoy your time out of the wilderness with a few luxuries.”

(Y/N) smiled, eyeing the dress with a sudden heat in her stomach. The last time she admired a dress was one her mother had handsewn for Uncle Bilbo’s party. The lake water dress.

Strawberries in her hair and vanilla on her skin, she felt the desire to wear the dress. Taking a step outside of her life gave her that reprieve she sought.

“Very well,” she said, “I’m all yours.”

An hour later (Y/N) found herself descending the tree woven staircase, ashen branches guiding her steps. She had been away from the fellowship – and Sam – for longer than she ever had since the journey started.

And now she missed them.

“Bloody hell!”

She turned towards the dining hall to find Merry and Pippin.

“What happened to you!” Merry chortled, “You look like a flake of snow.”

(Y/N) looked down at her shimmering silver dress, “Compliments of our host.”

“I’m amazed,” Pippin said, wide-eyed, “It usually takes the fury of your mother to have you put on some skirts.”

“Never understood it,” Merry said, frowning at the volumes of fabric, “How are you supposed to climb any trees in that getup?”

“My thoughts precisely,” (Y/N) said, hands on her hips, “But might as well enjoy a few comforts while we’re resting.”

Merry’s nose started twitching, “Is that you?”

(Y/N) pouted her lip, lifting her arm to smell her wrist, “Orange blossoms?”

“Incredible.” Merry shook his head in wonder, “They’ve turned you into a girl.”

She punched him in the shoulder, “I was always a girl, you dingbat.”

Pippin was still trying to wrap his head around it, “Whatever happened – you’re beautiful, (Y/N).”

“The proper response,” she replied, glaring at Merry, “Thank you, Pip.” She continued on her way, following the path the elf maiden said led to the other guest quarters.

“Oh, I don’t suppose you wanted a spot of second breakfast?” Pippin called out.

Merry laughed heartily, “She didn’t come down to visit us.” He raised his brows, folding his arms, “She’s going to see Sam.”

“Sam?” Pippin muttered, “Well, he can come to breakfast too.”

“No, Pip,” Merry said exasperatedly, “She fancies him. Wants to show him her pretty new dress.”

Pippin gasped, “Well, I’ll be…”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” (Y/N) said, “I don’t want to show off the dress.”

Merry shared Pippin’s gasp, more dramatically, “But you confess to fancying him.”

She put a hand to her temple, “I would say so, but I’d fear you choke on the next breath you’d take.”

“I knew there was something suspicious about how close you two have gotten.”

“Has he said anything?” Pippin inquired, leaning in as if the biggest secret was being discussed. “Has he stated his intentions?”

She flickered her eyes between the two cousins before nodding.

“Has he really?” Merry laughed, “Wasn’t sure he had it in him – I’ve only been teasing you both about it since we were children.”

“You’re insufferable,” (Y/N) sighed, “I’ll meet you all for teatime.”

After a couple winding hallways, she found herself at a stone gazebo, vines of rose buds climbed the columns. A bench sat in the center and supported the figure of Sam gazing over the railing at the ashen grey forest, glittered with white firefly light.

She went for the couple stone steps, thinking of sneaking up on him. But in a thunderous turn of events she stepped on the hem of her dress, falling to her knees with an “Ahmph!”

“(Y/N)!?”

She started giggling, a rosy, red color blooming on her cheeks and across her nose. “If I ever needed another reason to never wear a dress again…”

Sam ran around the stone bench to reach her side, “Are you all right?” He took her hands and guided her to a standing position.

“Other than my pride, yes I’m fine.” She laughed a dazzling laugh. “I came to find you.”

But it appeared that Sam was at a loss for words. His eyes were wide, and (Y/N) couldn’t tell if he was terrified or surprised – perhaps a bit of both. His lip started to quiver as if he was trying to get a word out, and his hands were becoming limp around her own.

“Sam?”

“You… you’re…”

She widened her gaze expectantly, “Yes?”

He took a deep breath and broke out in smiles and giggles, “You smell of strawberries.”

She started giggling too, “Goodness, I thought you’d forgotten how to work your voice.”

“Strawberries and cream,” Sam said merrily. He lifted her hands to his lips and closed his eyes, humming, “Orange and florals?” he smiled brilliantly, “You smell of home.”

She squeezed his hands, “The service here is immaculate.”

He pulled her towards the stone bench, a hand on her lower back and eyes on her feet to ensure she didn’t trip again.

“(Y/N), you look like a star,” he whispered, “How did you manage that?”

She pulled on the collar of her shimmering gown, showing the blush blossoming down her neck. “I assure you I had nothing to do with it. These elves know a thing or two about living high society.”

He sat beside her, mesmerized by the sight of her. “You’re positively breathtaking,” he laughed, “As made evident just moments ago.”

She smiled, brushing a shiny curl behind her ear. “I missed you last night.”

It was quiet for a few moments before Sam replied, “I missed you too.” He just couldn’t take his eyes off her, “I dreamt of you instead.”

“Did you?” she wrapped her arms around his, resting her head against his shoulder.

“Just the usual.”

“The usual?” she giggled.

He continued his gaze of the surrounding forest, “We’re sitting in a garden I planted for you. I say something that made you laugh. You press a kiss to my cheek. And I wake with a pounding in my chest.”

She hummed, “Sounds like those dreams are going to give you an affliction of the heart.”

“That’s right,” he mused, turning his head to speak into her hair, “I’ve become lovesick.”

“How terrible,” she played along, “Is it curable?”

“It’s chronic,” he sighed, “It will be an ailment I have for the rest of my life.”

She tilted her head up, “Perhaps there are ways to alleviate the symptoms.” And she pressed a small kiss to his cheek.

He smiled wide, cheeks as red as his hair. “I do believe that helped.”

~~~

The fellowship stood before the queen of Lothlorien, clean and refreshed for the next part of their journey. The young hobbits were all clad in dull green cloaks, fastened by an enchanting, forged leaf. And each were being given special gifts.

Crystal phials, little daggers, and charmed elven rope.

When it came to (Y/N)’s turn, the queen placed a delicate hand on her shoulder, guiding her to a private corner of the entrance hall.

Back in soil colored trousers and a tunic the shade of old parchment, (Y/N) truly looked like a creature of the earth beside a twinkling elven star.

“The journey you take is treacherous,” the queen said quietly, as to not be heard by the surrounding company. “But it is one that must be accomplished.”

(Y/N) nodded, “I’ve been told of the horrors possessed within the Ring. I do not take it lightly, my lady queen.”

She bowed her regal head, “Your cousin Frodo will not be able to take the Ring without help. He is alone with its torment, but he should not be alone in guidance.” She moved her crystalline eyes towards the fellowship, “The companion, Samwise… he will be sorely needed by the end.”

“Sam means a great deal to all of us.” The conversation was putting an uneasy feeling within (Y/N)’s stomach.

Galadriel returned her gaze, “Yes, I knew as much.” She cupped her hands together as if to summon something, “There will be a time when you take your separate paths.”

(Y/N)’s brow became furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“You are meant to go your own way,” Galadriel smiled, but no warmth came from her. “In the distant future. But the companion Samwise will need strength as he cares for the ringbearer.”

“Why would I leave to…”

Galadriel opened her hands and two pieces of crystal rested there, “He will need your love and support to get him through the lands of Mordor.”

The crystal, no bigger than a skipping stone, was translucent and full of little fissures and fractures. The lines cracked within the crystal took shape as a petaled flower. (Y/N) felt immediately drawn to it.

“In the days before Numenor,” Galadriel continued, “A star fell from the heavens, beautiful and great. It split in two along its journey, making it incomplete and vulnerable. Each fell to their own crater, devastating surrounding forests – but encasing themselves around the flowers beneath them.”

She lifted the crystals and revealed that each was melded to a silver chain. She extended them to (Y/N), who felt hesitant to accept the gift.

“Though separated by a perilous journey, the pair never lost contact with each other. There is an ever constant link between the two. Should one be held and whispered to, the other will grow warm and empowering.”

(Y/N) finally took the crystals and felt an instant weight in her hand – a comforting weight like a hug. For the oddest reason she felt her chest fill with an inconsolable warmth, as if everything was going to be all right in the end.

“I feel something.”

Galadriel nodded, “It is their connection. Both pieces of the same star, they’re destined to be together. That is a great comfort to them; to not be alone in the world.”

“You speak as if stars have a conscious.”

“Perhaps they do,” the queen twinkled, “Give one to Samwise. There will come a time when he’ll need your empowerment. Hold the crystal close to your heart and he’ll feel it in moments of great peril.”

(Y/N) nodded, placing one crystal around her neck and tucking it down her tunic. It lay protective over her chest.

“Thank you, my lady. Thank you for your care and hospitality.”

“Farewell, dear forester. Keep your other half close.”

And (Y/N) had the sneaking suspicion that she wasn’t meaning the crystal halves.

Later as the fellowship approached the River Anduin, (Y/N) lagged at the back of the company, prompting Sam to do the same.

She untucked the crystal flower from around her neck.

Sam widened his eyes, “Where did you get that?”

“It was my gift,” she said, smiling, “I have one for you as well.” She drew the other from her pocket and stood on her toes to put it around Sam’s neck.

“What is it?” Sam questioned, picking the crystal up from his chest, “It… it feels warm.” He started to smile, and not purposefully.

(Y/N) smiled too, holding her crystal to her heart, “It’s a token of my love.”

Sam went still, but his eyes whipped to hers, “Hm?”

She spoke softly, trying to contain her widening smile, “I have it’s equal. They’re a bonded pair. Whatever is held in the one will be felt in the other.”

“And you are…?” he seemed edging on desperation to get to the base of the subject.

“Holding it with love,” she said, “Can you feel it?”

Sam swallowed, “I feel as if my heart might burst.”

“Again with the heart affliction,” (Y/N) laughed quietly, “If I had known loving you would cause you such danger…”

Sam was getting more and more frantic the longer she talked, “I… you – gracious…” he held the crystal tight on his chest, his face the epitome of beaming.

(Y/N) started to giggle, the crystal beneath her hand growing heavy and warm, coursing through her whole body until she ached with the sight of him. “Sam, are you trying to tell me something?”

Her head began to swim with airy thoughts of East Farthing roads and Party Tree dances, all while in the arms of Sam. Her chest was full of flower buds just beginning to bloom.

Sam was almost quaking with the ache of his heart. He was desperate to touch her. Desperate to hold her. His chest was blossoming into something great and irresistible, and it gnawed at him.

She loved him.

“I love you,” he said hoarsely, “For how long I could not say. But it is undeniable at this point.” He took a step towards her.

She took a shallow breath. “I’m not sure I can wait until the Shire for us to be together.”

“I thought it a silly notion to begin with,” Sam said almost breathless, raising his hands to cup her cheeks. “I don’t want to waste another second not declaring my love for you.”

She raised her own hand to cover one of his on her cheek. She remembered Lady Galadriel’s prediction that (Y/N) would eventually leave the fellowship for her own path. She did not think it possible to make such a decision with Sam at her side. He was leaning in closer, the heat of his face making hers warm.

It made the connection of their lips all the more searing.

~~~

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Also your ship hate is so real. Keep your hater-head up queen. It's crazy how popular some of them are too (esp sugio n koitsuki) given the fact that it takes away from what made these characters interesting and unique in the first place entirely. Sugio is just your typical 700k-boyXboy-enemies-to-lovers but to make it work you have to completely obliterate both of these characters personalities/what they stand for (motive/writing wise) especially Ogata like c'mon now... His ass is NOT getting redeemed through the power of yaoiful sex. Poor Sugimoto, Shiraishi was right there too. At least this one had the 'EyeSuck' scene, but koitsuki? How would that even work without Tsurumi? Get real. I know the need arose from the fans wanting to give Tsukishima a ''happy end'' but honestly I would rather take years of dilf manupilation if it means I don't get to babysit a dumbass rich kid for the rest of my millitary life. Not that I hate Koito, I like him as a character but he definiatly had 'барчо́нок' mannerisms, like he deadass said Tsukishima was filthy and broke for not owning a handmirror... Sorry you're probably sick of reading about this way more than I am since you've been into GK much longer but I just had to say I'm with you on the GK pairs feeling fujoshibait/homophobic in nature and it's wild considering the content of the actual manga. You have people cvmming from getting their finger ate and yet... Then again I know this has more to do with the general anime/manga consumer mindset rather than GK itself so it is to be expected, I just care about this manga so goddamn much girl Satoru Noda messed up my brain in the best way fr. Sorry I got carried away but if you read it this far thank you again for your translations and I wish you the best!!

but i don't think any of them are fujoshibait/homophobic tho... the way noda wrote them (character dynamics) i mean, not the fujobait anime posters no self-respecting person cares about. like imo there's no need to grasp for straws and paint something you think is stupid and tasteless as problematic/bigoted/morally corrupt 🤷 just say you find it ugly and dumb and move on. none of the popular or unpopular fanon ships were written as romantic/sexual in canon anyway no matter what the coomers say, all that "tension" people keep yapping about is just complex human relationships or titillation/double entendre/play on classic tropes noda is super duper fond of but it all gets over girlies' heads because they lost the ability to see past fanfiction. sad! well nobody has time for this

otherwise i agree, all gk ships are stupid and have no substance but sugio/koitsuki are the dumbest because they're inescapable. with sugio it will NOT work out in any scenario (ever) unless one of them is wildly ooc and let's be honest sugimoto would never say or do that. there's a reason 98% of sugio shippers are ogatagirls, they compromise sugimoto's entire character to get that 700k boy x boy enemies to lovers hot and steamy yaoi because ogata as he is could never coexist with sugimoto as he is. so it just ends up being reductive and shallow and stripping both of them of what makes them interesting

with koitsuki i just don't understand it but it's mostly because i find tsukishima super boring so anything regarding him is a huge blind spot for me (since i simply do not look in his direction). i think koitsuki is one of the "safest" and most bland dynamics in gk (exact reason for which it's the most popular ship) but in fanon again both characters are stripped of their complexity and their canon relationship is severely modified to make it more yaoiful

which honestly i have no problem with... like if that's how people want to enjoy this series, sure. who cares, none of it is real.

i think there's like things to be said about how shipping culture and the popularization of fanfiction has gradually taken the shape of bile that poisons most attempts at interacting with other fans since all they know is sucking and fucking but honestly i'm a huge advocate for not engaging in unpleasant situations when you can. sure there's a lion share of people who can't see past the yaoi thus compromising everything else you and i love this series for but like... so what? i avoid those people, i don't befriend them, i don't read what they say. and i don't have a say in how strangers choose to engage with fiction... at the end of the day it all comes down to personal taste and what you seek from said fiction, if they're comfortable in this insufferable climate i'm happy for them and wish them the best. as for me i'll just stick to my peaceful yaoi-sparse corner

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Could I request a (black butler) baldroy x phantomhive servant fem reader? Just some fluff, like daily tasks or perhaps a shopping errand? Please and thank you 🙏

Sorry for the wait! Hope you like it^^ I think I may have been a little too vague in this one tho-

Baldroy never thought that one day he would be serving as the cook of a 12-years-old British earl, yet here he was, running around trying to appease his lord - burning the kitchen to the ground once again while trying to cook some eggs. Fortunately you were here to prevent him from burning the whole manor, which was an achievement to say the least.

That day was different from the others: Sebastian had entrusted you with buying some groceries which he could've done on his own but wanted to test you and Baldroy decided to tag along with you, despite apparently being annoyed by it.

"Sebastian asked me if I could get a couple of things, he also told me to ask you to-"

"I know, no need to insist, I'll come with you."

"That's not what I meant-"

"It's not a problem, the kitchen hasn't been fixed yet so I can't currently work in there."

And despite you attempting to tell him that what Sebastian wanted was simply to ask Baldroy to help Mey-Rin, he didn't give you the chance to explain yourself. Not that you were bothered by him being with you. Not at all, apart from the smell of cigarettes in the carriage, which wasn't pleasing because of the narrowed space you two shared. After working with him for the past two you had gotten used to it though, the same way you were now you used to his often silly behaviour and how he would apparently try to poison you when cooking your dinner out of kindness. Over time he was actually getting better.

Going shopping with him wasn't half-bad either, you had way much freedom and fun when Baldroy was with you. Without Sebastian and Ciel looking after you, nor Mey-Rin and Finnian being chaotic, you could spend some time quietly together while running errands.

It was just Baldroy and you wandering around the city looking for ingredients - it was more than that. You went window-shopping, bought candies at Ciel's store and ate them along the way, stopped whenever you saw something interested. It didn't feel like working at all, more like a day off.

It took you all day before heading back to the manor - which meant Sebastian wasn't going to be easy on both of you, but at least you managed to get everything he asked you. Maybe, you weren't really sure about it. Nor was Baldroy. It didn't really matter though, Sebastian would've forgiven you sooner or later anyway, after having you doing more chores for a couple of weeks. What really mattered was the day you had spent with your colleague. It was different from usual, but at the same time, it really was not.

You were no different from children who are left without their parents' supervision, leaving behind all your worries and thoughts for the day, going back to more peaceful memories and times.

[abysslll]

this fucker has killed someone hasn't he

ive tried so hard to avoid hayloft II since it came out cuz it reminds me of those angst mlp animations and you do this to me. crying /j anyways does this character has daddy and/or parental issues in general. were they not there for him

so far I'm just getting murder vibes from this guy. either he has killed or was killed (dont tell me yet. i still need to watch bsd)

self destructive coping mechanisms. or just self destructive in general i dont think this guy copes

hes a vibe. i would not want him within 100 feet of me.

fnaf vibes from drunk by the living tombstones. 10/10. this guy is a threat to society

reminds me of that one comment on here "Unrelated note I just put in my first kill order on the dark web 💖 love and light"

i like. wanna sue him but idk why

arsonist? attempted or actually did it or he wants to?

ohhhhhh he hates himself heres the mental illness i was waiting for this one. not hates himself as in self-esteem but like yk? he probably has anger issues and takes it out on other people. he sounds like a good charactert to project on

he'd be part of the food poisoning polycule

impulsive and no consideration for consequences. probably got someone killed. vague bpd vibes. why am i projecting onto a character i dont even know

^I DIDNT KILL ANYONE I DIDNT MEAN THAT BY PROJECTING IMEANT LIKE THE BPD PART– i shouldve worded that better why must backaspace not work now

final thoughts: mental illness, a threat to society, a vibe, a killer

this is really funny you got it like. Perfectly. but also wayyy to the left

he is a killer! he has killed Many people :D

i'm so sorry for submitting u to hayloft 2 😭 he doesn't have daddy issues (his parents don't exist, long story) but he DOES have a gun- i don't really have a reason for adding hayloft i just feel like i could see it playing over an amv for him lmao

he is so so so self destructive. i didn't put drunk in just for the vibes, he is A Drunk™ (and also a threat to society)

dfghjklkj i have literally never seen that comment but it works so well for him-

WHY DO YOU WANT TO SUE HIM LHGFSDFG he is an arsonist tho. not in canon but in spirit

he has anger issues so bad sdfdsghgf, also abandonment issues but we don't talk about those. he's the king of mental illness

the food poisoning wH at

you may be projecting onto him but you are So Fucking Right about the bpd and impulsiveness and getting people killed, you have summed up chuuya in one paragraph

SALEM. MURDER ASIDE WDYM YOU WROTE THIS WHOLE THING WITHOUT BACKSPACE WITH ONLY LIKE> THREE SPELLING ERRORS HOW THE ACTuAL FUCK

[moniwaskaname]

Do you think Higuchi was bullied in the PM

Can you do a headcanon / fanfic where Higuchi stands up for herself

Uh, I do think she was and still is. Like, I think the Black Lizard did bullied her until chapter 14 when she earned some respect from them. Despite the lack of focus on them and Higuchi, we see little of their relationship or progress, but we know it’s there. Akutgawa tho, treats her like a punching bag, and I still think he does.

With other PM members, I do think she’s looked upon but not exactly bullied. The thing with Higuchi is that she’s high ranked, besides little time on the mafia, besides having no ability, so naturally, compared to the people she stands with, she’s pretty powerless, but I do not think people like her, who are lower ranked, bully her because she has more power than those.

Anyways, I wrote some small fic for you, hope you like it <3 (Aku might have turned a little oc, and I wrote Hirotsu like a proud grandpa, I couldn’t contain myself, sorry).

"You can do this Higuchi," she whispered to herself, as she looked herself on the mirror and slapped her cheeks in a way to cheer herself up. Because no one else would.

No one else ever had.

Akutagawa and Hirotsu were waiting in front of Mori’s office. While Hirotsu’s calm remained untouched, Akutagawa’s sour look made her want to shrink. After knocking the door, they got inside, where Mori was waiting for them behind his desk. Elise was playing with dolls beside him on the floor. Higuchi bowed politely, but anxious.

Mori wasn't happy, and with good reason, as the mission had been a disaster and Higuchi wasn’t sure how they were going to get out of that one.

"Care to explain what went wrong?" Mori asked, with false politeness.

The thing about Mori, was that he never raised his voice. Higuchi could stand screams, even slaps and punches, but not the deadly and poisonous false calmness of Mori.

Higuchi nervously looked from Akutagawa to Hirotsu to the floor several times, anxiety building on her chest. But Hirotsu was not going to say anything, as he wasn’t the head of the mission, and so, he remained silent, with his chin up.

“Higuchi got in my way,” Akutagawa growled, interrupting Higuchi attempt to gain courage to speak. Higuchi’s eyes widenen, mouth was left hanging. “She let the target escape.”

Akutagawa was not looking at her, just at Mori. And to be fair, it was a very Akutagawa-like answer, and it was not the first time he had put the blame on her. Higuchi, usually, allowed it. It was not only her obsessive desire to not make him angry and to please him above anything, but also because, she was nothing. She was disposable and powerless.

Higuchi was aware the lack of respect her subordinates had for her, that their obedience came from the fear of Akutagawa and not because they believe in her leadership. And to be fair, neither did she.

So, Higuchi developed the habit of giving up the fight before even trying, and just let it be.

“That’s not true,” her voice was thin and hesitant, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

Her face started to heat, when she realized she had spoke without thinking, her feelings getting the best of her. Akutagawa narrowed his eyes, his stare cold as ice.

“What are you...”

“Everything was going fine,” she continued. Higuchi felt like crying, but she couldn’t stop herself now. The words flew out of her mouth even though she tried to stop herself. “But you got impatient and attacked the guards, who alerted the target and escaped. It was not my fault!”

There was a prolonged silence after she finished shouting her truth. Higuchi, with tears on her eyes, realized that she had speak over her superior and looked at the floor, ashamed. Akutagawa’s fist were close and his lower lip trembled. It was a matter of time before he slapped her.

Hirotsu’s poker face was broken, as his eyes widened and surprise was evident. Mori was just staring. Patiently.

“You...” Akutagawa growled, raising his hand, blinded by anger.

“Well, so that’s what happened,” Mori interrupted. Akutagawa regained composure, lowering his arm. Higuchi’s eyes were fixed on the floor, as regret hit her like a truck.

Mori seemed amused with the scene, as he smiled and allowed them to leave without anything but the future mission to clean up the mess they made.

When they left the room, Higuchi was expecting Akugatawa to hit her like many times before, but instead, he glanced at her before continuing his way and disappearing on the elevator. Higuchi sighed.

“Good job,” Hirotsu whispered after, patting her head for a second.

Higuchi looked at the old man, surprised at the gentle, proud and tiny smile on his face before following Akutagawa’s steps.

The girl was left alone, feeling a mix of fear and relief.

[pithyorangecurd]

🎤 more info on thena or lonnie? Thx for answering w so much info its v interesting

Thena grew up a war ridden society, where they raised their children up rough. She'd had a sword in her hand since she was a kid, and grew up kind in spite of it. Her teacher was raised in a kinder time, until war took over the land like a sickness.

Aquilan was the cause of that.

In her attempt to keep Juno trapped there, she made stronger and stronger warriors, who kept doing greater and greater feats, and swore fealty to the kings, and her legion of heroes would eventually go to war with the opposing kingdoms for land, now that there was a small army of men with the strength of a dragon.

Aquilan only ever met Thena because of that, she was chasing one of Juno's new heroes, and he was going to cut down a kid. Juno had given him the sabre of blinding, that filled him with the hunger of wrath, and would set him against anything that moved. In a war, he figured that was fine and plenty, and would maybe keep this one from going to give him an even better name. If he's lucky, it could die young, and he could have a gruesome death on his hand that sobered up anyone who tried to join his band.

Well he was lucky. Aquilan watched him go to cut down a child, and watched Thena save the child, and promise it that it would all be okay, carrying it on her hip while she fought her way through a small army to safety. Aquilan chased her and looped her into their bet, and worked with her for the next several years to make her the greatest hero the world had ever known, so she could be the most hated being in every other land.

I guess just some expansion on already set in lore, but something detrimental to Thena was the knowledge that everything that ever happened to her was because of Aquilan and Juno fighting. She hated Juno for a long time before she realized exactly how one sided this was.

Thena is known among a lot of humanity as Aquilan's best friend, tho.

If you see one, the other is usually found in the area. They're sort of hand in hand, and they're not PROTECTIVE per se, but they land in a sort of narrative soft spot with each other, where Aquilan won't ever hold anything back from her, and if Thena sees Lonnie in a spot where she could be hurt she'll always save her.

--

Aquilan was Thena's first venge kill, but was far from her last. Coming under her ownership, it sort of just let Thena go wild wherever she wanted. Once she lost everything, she did go on a long tirade of just senseless violence, storming into the enemies kingdom, cutting down everything she could get her hands on, getting to Juno. Aquilan only ever comes out to hurl distance shots, she calls them egg bombs but theyre shells she's filled with poison that she hurls at them.

It's only when she's come in after clearing out a good 3/4ths of Juno's heroes that Juno's own oath to protect the tavern forces him into the fray too. Juno's a demon of gluttony, and has very little connection to his physical form, so he just took her blade and climbed in to eat her jaw off, until Aquilan clawed his stomach open, and he unlatched. They fought on the ground for a while, before Aquilan claimed Thena as a lost soul, and made him fix her hero.

--

Juno and Thena are pretty good friends.

It was a rough start, but after a while Thena joined him in the tavern, plotting against Aquilan. Her vengence against Aquilan eventually turned to stealing as much as she could from her. Number one being Juno, setting him free to go back to hell without her. While aquilan was gone, Thena went to find a dragon, luring it back, and letting it destroy the place. The heroes of the tavern killed it, and went to go tell Juno the bad news, and Juno ate each and every one of them. He's offered Thena safety from Aquilan but she's denied him.

It's not fair to back out of a bargain.

But as far as Thena and Juno go, they get along well. They're both slow paced, go with the flow types, and are comfortable being in the same space quietly. She worked for him part time for a while, so Juno could go on his own rampages.

That's plenty to get her good in his graces, and if she goes anywhere she brings him back new treats to try, and if the first part didn't get her that one certainly does.

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Lonnie's been to heaven before.

She's a heretic, who worships the goddess of darkness, and broadcasts that loud and clear to anyone who will listen to her. It's why, despite summoning demons being a not so much common practice but a heard of one, nobody particularly suspects she's a demon. Who has heard of a religious demon??

She used Joey to get there.

When he died she dragged him with her to hell, and then up top. Joey was a fairly saintly type, so when he was brought back up Aquilan brought back up she tricked a new angel into stealing his soul from him.

The original demons were fallen angels, so she figured if she had something to call her to heaven she could go there herself, and drag more of them down. She's a misery loves company kind of person, and she's more than miserable.

When it took her soul she crawled her way up, using the tie between them to chase him up. it wasn't uneventful, but it wasn't particularly eventful either. Wearing her gods garbs, she could bare the effects of the heavens to track down Joey, and once she found him, she lurched to taint any angel that wanted to have fun. She brought down at MOST seven angels, and got banished back to her most base form as punishment for her misdeeds, and her father found her within the hour.

She suffered for twenty years in her cell, struggling back to some sense of sentience, and lost Joey to the heavens. Her father commended her for something so funny, and showed her the angels wings he'd added to the collection because of her.

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Intermission - Lord Mattheus & Sergeant Modovic

The first notable thing about Lord Mattheus was his muscular girth. The second notable thing about Lord Mattheus were the shining, bulbous bullets of sweat freely flowing from his forehead and the grace with which he gently dabbed them away with a filigree handkerchief ere bidding Modovic a warm welcome by firmly shaking his rough, leathery hand.

"Do make yourself comfortable," Lord Mattheus insisted and gesticulated at an imposing leather settee covered with a finely woven cotton throw. "The maid will arrive with pipes and canapés shortly."

Noticing Modovic' stiff hesitation to take a seat, Mattheus raised his eyebrows. "My good Sergeant, is something the matter?"

Demir snapped out of his trance and offered a humble bow to his Lord. "Not at all, please, do not take this as offense toward your gracious hospitality; you must excuse me, such luxury has become quite overwhelming."

"Of course! But, for the sake of your good spirits, leave the battlefield at the doorstep." Lord Mattheus gave an impish wink. "This lounge is a place of armistice and, first and foremost, spirited dialectics."

With a small nod, Modivic sat down on the settee, his flesh and bones first venting confusion at the softness and warmth of the luxurious furniture beneath them, then screaming that surely, this must be a delusional daydream or a poorly laid out trap. Such is the litany of a body that only knows the swing of a weapon, the crawling through cold mud, the dampness of soil of one's dugout at night and the stony underground that bleeds one's feet dry.

As he attempted to bring his nervous bones to stop chattering, a full-figured maid of pleasant complexion carrying one tableau with canapés and another with deliriously sweet-smelling wine entered the lounge and, with a meek curtsy, left the goods to the gentlemen.

Demir eyed the bite-sized portions of freshly-baked bread and fish with the pulsing hunger of a starving beast.

"Do you enjoy wine, Sergeant?," Mattheus inquired and poured himself a generous cup.

"More than riverwater, Sire."

The Lord chuckled gently and handed Modovic a similiarly ample portion, swirling in a gold-studded cup.

"Now, I'm sure you're aware that I'm a great admirer of your work." In the time it took Lord Mattheus to finish that sentence, Modovic had finished his cup and his bulging eyes wordlessly pleaded for more, which he received.

"Indeed, you quite piqued my interest in Terviv." Lord Alexandr leaned back with a perversely gleeful countenance. "Albov's men thought a wild, giant beast had ripped them all apart, somehow without waking any other soldier. But it was you all on your lonesome! A splendiferous tale, if you ask me."

Modovic' fingers rhythmically drummed on the pipe which he just could not yet bring himself to light. His eyes were solely fixated on the Lord of the manor who now merrily recounted the state of each three dozen bodies. Men whose lives Modovic had ended on what he had intended to be a foolish suicide mission that somehow yielded unfathomable results.

"Sire, pardon my interruption," his breath came slowly, hesitating in his throat, "but my success in Terviv is owed to my sabotaging their beer kegs." Demir's voice was quiet but steady, as if reciting a passage from a book about metallurgy. "Wild hemlock. They weren't dying, though. They were still conscious, but none of them could defend themselves."

"And so," he continued, "I killed them myself. Tore them apart to strike fear into those who would find them." And to sate a dreadful, dreadful appetite that would otherwise surface at the most inopportune of moments.

Lord Mattheus' uproarious laughter filled the chamber and Modovic winced.

"Of course I know about the poisoning. That's what I like about you. Humility and pragmatism in spades!"

"I... thank you, Sire-" "Listen, Sergeant," Mattheus lit his pipe and inhaled deeply, "I don't need men who die like flies thinking they've so earned martyrdom as in those stupid knights' fables they'd been fed in childhood."

The stout man rose from his plush seat and began pensively prowling the chamber.

"I need men like you, Sergeant, who ensure operational success at all cost." He waved his pipe as if showing off a beautiful panorama from above a vestibule to a wide-eyed visitor from lands abroad. "Chivalry is chicanery and laws get people killed. Say, when you play Cheisärä, do you put all your cards face up?" "Of course not, Sire."

"Precisely!," Mattheus bellowed and pointed his pipe directly at Modovic, then continued his stroll about the lavishly furnished room. "Waging war by codices is playing with all your cards face up, only to be left the idiot when your opponent pulls out those hidden in his sleeve. Having to put trust in your opponent to play by the rules is the greatest foolishness of them all.

In the end, is the man who secured Terviv for his fellow comrades the victor, or is it the widows and bitter invalids hurling petty insults his way?"

Alexandr paused at an oaken, ornate bookshelf, crossing his arms behind him.

"History's greatest men were those who irrevocably dirtied their hands in service."

Head hanging, Demir mumbled: "I suppose, so it is."

"You may think," Mattheus continued, eyeing the countless invaluables littering the chamber, "that it is hypocritical of me to speak of dirtying one's hands while residing in an estate that reeks of opulence." "Sire-" "And you would be justified in this resentment. In fact, I resent it myself. However, this is but a theatrical backdrop for our gullible neighbours in the other fiefdoms." Clearing his throat, Lord Mattheus once again sat across Modovic and locked eyes with him.

"Before all this, I was just another footman with a belly full of enemy iron and hatred for those who sat atop their thrones while we toiled in the mud. Mere coals to be burnt in the oven to warm the asses of those who would not as much as piss on our graves. Eh?"

Now it was Modovic who had begun to sweat. A droplet ran down his hooked nose and he gulped down another cup of wine to combat the parching drought in his mouth.

"Perhaps it was fate that kept my wounds light, perhaps mere fortune. In the end, I struck down the man whose emblem we brandished on our flags with my own hands, and took his place.

And that day, as I impaled the Lord who held the medal meant for my chest in his fingers, I swore I would do right by the people whose skulls pave the path of greater ambition. Whose torn bodies formed the bricks of my garrison. But before I can fulfill that oath, I'm afraid I must ask for another act of service." Mattheus leaned forward, placing the bear's paw that was his hand on Demir's trembling shoulder and boring his gaze further into Modovic' ochre irises.

"I ask you for your strength, not as your Lord, but as your comrade: Once that pigheaded bastard Albov is dealt with and his riches absorbed, I need you for my cause - we will seize the surrounding fiefdoms from all those other bloated ticks and establish a new order."

Modovic' breath faltered and he, in kind, leaned toward Lord Mattheus, eyes searching guidance in his weathered face. A smile formed under Mattheus' bushy mustache.

"You seek to unite the fiefdoms," Modovic stuttered, "under your control?"

"I seek to build an empire, guided by magnanimous hands." Mattheus leaned back again. "Truth be told, I don't see myself in an emperor's garb." He crossed his hands above his stomach and shrugged. "I believe the best contender for the throne will be distilled in the process. What matters is exorcising the parasites and finally establishing some sort of peace. No more civil wars that ravage these lands like rashes, no more serfs being passed around every other moon from one bloodthirsty mongrel to another and no more simple footmen being their expendable playthings."

Demir rubbed his wet face. There was no insincerity in Lord Mattheus' voice, no jesting wink. Each word dripped with the conviction of a man either faithful or mad. Centuries upon centuries of serfdom stood tall against one man's ambition and he sought Modovic', of all people, aid. "Why me, Sire? All I do is lead a small brigade of young illegals..."

"That's just the thing, isn't it?", Mattheus countered, voice quiet yet steady. "You took some rats off the streets, forged them into weapons and they adore you for it. Do you not see the power you wield? Children turned vengeful wraiths, ones at your beck and call."

Silence filled the room. Modovic' pipe burnt out from unuse while he sat in contemplation, staring at the void between things.

The boys were a means to an end, just another, if valuable, extension of Modovic' unorthodox approach. Nobody expected children to tear grown men apart. They were cloaked daggers, unseen and unknown. Yes, it was the Lords themselves who vowed to uphold the law against child soldiers - only to then turn around and, nevertheless, force them into their employ.

"Imagine once they're proper men. They would be the most ferocious force in any battalion. Tempered on the most dire battlefields when others learned a simple trade. Bonded by forces stronger than any blood. All they've had all these years is each other, you and the weapons in their hands. The impetus to fight just another need betwixt thirst and hunger. Truly befit to partake in such a campaign.

And once Albov's head is off his shoulders, you and them will no longer have to boil riverwater to drink and sleep in burlap sacks - for you and I will be the stonemasons of an empire."

The void between things that Demir's gaze was still fixated on began to slowly shift into grander visions - of booming cities and markets awash with rich produce, unclaimed by the undeserving. Of foragers and caravans leaving city walls without escort as there are no enemy mercenaries to fear. Of a firm and gentle hand that wipes away the corruption from the land as one cleans a tarnished blade.

And most of all, of himself, no more carrying arms, no more loathsome dread minute to minute, no more lying in ambush. Just him sitting in a modest abode and watching the gentle embers dance in his very own fireplace, beckoning another perfectly tranquil night.

"Sire."

Demir's eyes rolled over to the table, where yet another filled cup of odorous wine awaited him. The visions rose like fine herbal smoke, elevated to daydreams, plucking yearning from his tired heart.

The boys would be freed from the sellsword's damnation he had raised them into. Perhaps, proper rest was not so wholly beyond Demir's grasp.

"Yes, Sergeant?"

Before Modovic, one of Albov's pikemen lay prone on the cooling campfire, ribs severed from his spine and spread like an eagle's wings, lungs frantically rising behind the shoulderbones ere coming to stillness. The vision dissipated as any startled bird would, leaving its claw marks on Demir's mind once more. Not again. It was clear, now.

"I've sworn my oath to you before, but now, I..." Pausing, Modovic raised his cup. "Forgive my prior humility. You have my sword."