#were fed so well but also I am losing my mind

[llitchilitchi]

they disgust me /pos

[xiaours]

hi! can I request genshin men realizing that their s/o isn't eating (or either being fed by their boss or whatever), and losing their initial cheerfulness bcs of it? thank you in advance!

'WHY AREN'T YOU EATING?'

— genshin men being concerned when they find out you haven't been eating

pairing. genshin men x gn!reader (seperate)

cw. comfort, words of admiration, pet names, mentions of fat shaming/not eating, overthinking

note. you are all perfect the way you are ! don't let anyone tell you otherwise <3

You sat there, picking at your food. You and your boyfriend were out at dinner, his idea. Since the two of you couldn't spend much time together due to the duties he had to fulfill. You were glad that he took you out, but brought to guilt once you realized he was taking you out to a restaurant. You continued to pick at your food, which he had noticed, giving you a curious eye.

"[name]? Is there something on your mind..?"

You looked up, meeting his gaze. "Mhm, just a bit stressed lately.."

You shifted in your seat as he continued to look at you. He has set down his silverware, neglecting this dinner as he pulled his attention to you. "Is there a reason why?"

"Work. My boss. They said.. some things."

"Mm. What 'things'?"

He knew your work field. You worked hard for your job, an admirable person to say the least. He had never expected you to be too stressed by how well you dealt with changes.

He picked up the fact that you were uncomfortable. He let out a small sigh, "What did they say, [name]."

"They made fun of how I looked, following my weight.. saying that I shouldn't eat as much as I am now." You felt sick to your stomach remembering their exact words. Insulting you, and you couldn't stop it. You didn't want to get fired.

You picked at your nails. He looked at you, his eyes softening at your state. He reached his arm out, grabbing your hand.

"You're perfect the way you are, [name]. I didn't fall in love with your looks, I fell in love with your personality. And it hurts to see you stressed over someone's words."

"Eat as much as you like. Don't listen to other's unneeded words."

You smile, he has always made you feel better mentally. You give him a nod. "Alright, thank you."

"Of course, my love. Now eat, it's your favorite."

He would deal with your boss sooner or later, but at this moment, he wanted to be there for you.

— neuvillette, ayato, kazuha, zhongli, diluc, cyno, albedo + your favs

It was a movie night, one that you have every Saturday night. Your boyfriend has made some popcorn and sat down with you as you both picked a movie. Throughout the movie, he noticed that you hadn't eaten any of the snacks that were currently displayed on the coffee table in front of the two of you.

He wouldn't think anything odd about this, but it also seemed like you weren't present, mentally. You looked spaced out. He reached for the remote, pausing the movie.

"[name], something on your mind?"

You spanned out of your thoughts, shifting into a more comfortable position, and looking at him swiftly before looking back at the television. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He sighed, "Don't lie to me, something is bothering you. Is it the movie?"

"No, no. It's just.."

He looked at you, setting the popcorn down on the table as he moved his body in your direction. "Did someone do something to you, I'll get rid of them."

"Babe. I'm just overthinking, it happens all the time, let's just watch the movie."

"I'm not unpausing it until you tell me what's going on. You can talk to me."

You took a swallow, "My friends, y'know. The ones that I hung out with last weekend."

He crossed his arms. So it was your friends? He didn't seem to like them very much. They seemed rude and fake, and maybe he was right.

"They made fun of me about how I looked, my weight exactly. They told me how it was practically impossible that I'd be dating you without bribing you with money." He was shocked, to say the least. How could they say such a thing?

"Listen hear, don't listen to what they have to say. I love you. Looks aside. You're a wonderful person and you make me happy. If they don't know a great person when they see one, stop being friends with them." His hands met yours, holding them softly.

"Thank you." You looked down, smiling. "Can we continue to watch the movie?"

"Of course." He had unpaused the movie. Pulling you closer to him as the two of you proceeded to eat the snacks.

And for your friends, they'd be dealt with.

— kaveh, childe, heizou, thoma, wanderer, wriothesley + your favs

© xiaours. do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[weirdmarioenemies]

I am going to like totally finally finish ranking the Mario galaxies today. Stop Me.

Thank you for you're patience. We can talk about the top 5 galaxies now

I'm not gonna bother with any prelude, you've waited for this for like years now I know you want the Goods so here you go!

5. Blue Grass Galaxy

Tier: S+ Debut: Super Mario Galaxy 2

Blue Grass Galaxy is quite possibly the most elusive galaxy in the series. It was shown off briefly in the first ever Super Mario Galaxy 2 trailer, but when the game came out, it seemed like it was nowhere to be seen... Not even datamining could find it!

But as it turned out, we just weren't looking hard enough, because if you manage to grab every Green Star as Mario in a single sitting in under two hours without losing a single life, and then beat the Perfect Run, also without losing a single life, you unlock... A series of Red Stars for each Galaxy! And once you collect all of those in under an hour as Luigi without losing any lives, once again followed by another perfect Perfect Run, you unlock a bonus Hungry Luma on the World Map, who needs to be fed 9999 Star Bits on all three save files (so have fun speedrunning the green and red stars again!) before finally transforming into the Blue Grass Galaxy.

Of course, because the files for the Blue Grass Galaxy weren't included in the game, you'd need to download it by using a special, randomly-generated code on the Wii Shop Channel, but once you finally did, you could finally play the Blue Grass Galaxy to your heart's content. I know it might seem like quite the grind to get here, but man, every second you spend in the Blue Grass Galaxy is so immaculate, it makes the whole grind worth it. I almost don't have the words to describe how good it is, you'd really need to experience it for yourself! Sadly, you can't anymore, ever since the Wii Shop Channel shut down... Ah well. You really had to be there, I guess. I know some people were disappointed by it just reusing the Puzzle Plank Galaxy music, but I love that music so much that I don't mind.

My only gripe with the galaxy, and the main reason it only landed in the #5 spot, is because of the name. They called it the "Blue Grass" Galaxy, but that grass is very clearly green. This might seem like a pretty petty reason to put it so low, but when you get up that high, the small things can make a big difference, you know? If they called it the "Green Grass Galaxy" or the "Blue Sky Galaxy," I could easily imagine it getting the #1 spot, but respectable effort nonetheless, and a worthy reward for Super Players.

4. Wet-Dry World

Tier: SS Game: Super Mario 64

I know what you may be thinking. "What could Wet-Dry World be doing on a list of Super Mario Galaxies?" Well, it's a World in a 3D Mario platformer where you can collect Power Stars. Need I say more? And ever since Throwback Galaxy confirmed Whomp's Fortress is a Galaxy, it's easy to extend this logic to the rest of Super Mario 64. So Wet-Dry World gets to make the top 5 also.

I mean, how would it not? It's a galaxy with a cool and unique gimmick! The idea of the height you enter at deciding the water level when you enter in is super cool, and I love all the ways they tie this gimmick into the galaxy's different missions. And while this might seem like a small thing to a lot of people, as a mod of Weird Mario Enemies, I can't help myself: I will ALWAYS love a galaxy that includes such memorable enemies as Chuckya and Skeeter! So Cool!

Even in a time before Super Mario Galaxy, they managed to get the "otherworldly" feeling of this location down pat! I mean, there's the fact the skybox is distinctively underwater, even when you're on dry land, there's the fact the way you adjust the water level is via these abstract crystals, there's the whole abandoned underwater city, giving hints as to long-gone civilizations and possible Wet-Dry World Lore, this galaxy has it all! I know some people say it has a Negative Emotional Aura, but those people just don't know the meaning of good atmosphere.

3. SNES Mario Circuit 3

Tier: Good Debut: Super Mario Kart

For the #3 slot, it should only make sense that it's a place with "3" in the name. I know lots of you were probably expecting SNES Bowser Castle 3 to end up here, but it's just hard for me to ignore SNES Mario Circuit 3's legacy. I mean, it's been in five different games for crying out loud! It's hard for a course to show up in five games if it's not really good, right?

SNES Mario Circuit 3 may seem like a really basic course at a glance, what with it being completely flat and everything. Not a lot of bells and whistles in this one, that's for sure. But a better look at it reveals it to be a surprisingly technical track, with some tight turns that require good brake drifting to take optimally, and a bevy of off-road shortcuts that reward players for good item usage. While lots of courses get by thanks to their flashy gimmicks and setpieces, SNES Mario Circuit 3 cements itself as a fan-favorite as a pure test of players' skill. I mean, again, I have to assume it's a fan-favorite if it's in five games.

I also need to give a shoutout to SNES Mario Circuit 3's Atmosphere. The course has hardly changed at all since its original incarnation on the SNES, making it like, totally retro, and the staircases and flagpoles representing the original Super Mario Bros. only help to cement that identity. It also gives the course a very unique, almost liminal sort of feeling. The yellow sky is also an interesting touch. Is it merely set at sunset, or is it a biting commentary on how 30 years of go-karting have caused enough pollution to change the color of the sky? I'll let you be the judge.

Either way, it makes sense why this course has cemented itself as such a fan-favorite, and manages to always get picked in Mario Kart 8 Deluxe online lobbies. It's just that Good!

2. Milky Way Galaxy

Tier: X Game: Real

i live here hi!!!!!! :D

1. Sling Pod Galaxy

Tier: The "S" is for "Slingpodgalaxy" Game: Super Mario Galaxy

It's always the ones you least expect who win in the end... I may have ranked it dead last when I started this series, but by using the momentum of the Sling Pods, it managed to slingshot itself allllll the way to the top! Bet you didn't see this one coming! But really, it should be obvious. This galaxy is an incredible test of timing and precision, offering a good challenge for skilled players, and with an aesthetic reminiscent of the beautiful Space Junk Galaxy, it ends up winning me over in more ways than one!

There's no question that as soon as you have enough Star Bits saved up to reach Sling Pod Galaxy that you should make a mad dash to the Fountain and shove them all into that Hungry Luma's mouth, because the Sling Pod Galaxy is an experience you'll never forget! And since it's a great place to farm Star Bits too, it practically pays for itself! Bonus!

Wow! What a wild ride that was !!!! hopefully we all learned something at the end.

i'll post the real top 5 some other time i'm sorry

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the Asshole for the way I played Risk?

👑🎲= Emoji Identification

This is super low-stakes, happened a few years ago, and I don't even talk to anyone in this play group anymore, but I still need to know.

Me (21 at the time F); My Ex-GF: G (24 F); Her brother-A (19 M); Mutual Friend- P (19 M)

So, we were all together, hanging out, playing Risk, and other games. So we start the Risk game. We each started in one of the four corners. At first it seems to be going well. After a few rounds, it seems like G and A are avoiding attacking eachother, despite being right next to each other. Me and P are fighting over borders. The usual. G and A, especially, have been attacking me and P almost exclusively. Well after several more rounds, G and A let slip that they do, in fact, have an alliance. It was kind of obvious at that point, anyway.

Here is where I am honestly confused. So since G and A were in an alliance, me and P started to discuss one as well, since we were currently playing defense and not doing well against G and A's more or less combined armies.

G lost her mind. Started accusing us of cheating and metagaming, and conspiring against her to make her lose (she likes to brag that she never lost a Risk game). I told her, that alliances were apart of the game, of course we are trying to win, and she already said that her and A are in an alliance! So what is the problem? She just kept insisting that our making an alliance was metagaming because we only did it because of what they were doing, which shouldn't impact us at all. But I argued it was a strategy game. You are supposed to react to your opponents strategies. And alliances aren't against the rules. We went back and forth for a few minutes. P eventually placated her and promised we wouldn't make an alliance. I was annoyed but gave in.

The game continued, with G and A not attacking eachother, and focusing on me and P. After a couple of rounds, G got mad again, because P and I weren't attacking eachother. I tried to explain, that with two armies attacking my borders, it doesn't make sense to provoke yet another army, when I need to defend against the first two. She insisted this was metagaming, and we should be attacking eachother. P and A were desperately trying to stop our arguing and I considered just quitting the game, but A convinced me to keep playing.

Apparently A was also fed up, because he decided to backstab G and attacked her. Unfortunately, she already had quite a big army at this point due to some lucky rolls and placements, so he was annihilated. Eventually, P and A were wiped out and me and G were the only armies left (I eventually turned on P and attacked him, mostly just to get G to stop yelling at me). I decided I didn't want to play against just her, so I proposed a draw and just divy the map up. She agreed and the game ended.

I thought that was the end of it, but for months after, she kept complaining about how me, A, and P were conspiring against her. She even brought it up to her therapist, and then later woke me up to yell at me about how the alliance I made with P hurt her and how we were unsportsmanlike and cheating, and she can't trust me. I said she should let it go already, it was just a game, and we didn't even make the alliance she was accusing us of. That she even got to keep her winning streak. And yelling at me and accusing me of cheating and all of that was just uncalled for and hurtful. She brought it up to her therapist again, who said we should both just drop it (even through I never brought it up to begin with, but I digress) and no apologies were issued.

TLDR: Ex-GF threw a hissy fit during a game of Risk because me and another player wanted to make an alliance after she already made one. It apparently caused her immense emotional trauma and hurt. I just wanted to play a game and yelled at her after being accused of cheating in a board game.

What are these acronyms?

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

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@dragonrider9905 hey love, so I finished the second request. So this is 29 and 48. I hope you like it.

It turned out more fun than expected.

Love oo,

Get Away

Warning: Betrayal, infidelity, hurt, looking for a fresh start, fluff, angst, gossip, fed up with being gossiped about, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know

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You sat in the cafeteria of Kamino nursing your caf. You really didn’t want to see anyone today, much less do any kind of work. How were you supposed to work, when the man you were supposed to marry just told you, he was in love with someone else. You understood, after all you had been on Kamino for the past seven months working on getting your medical licence. What shocked you however, was when he told you the person he was leaving you for, was none other than your best friend. 

Oh and he also felt it was relevant for you to know they had actually been sleeping together for the past year. So, not only did you lose a best friend, a fiance, but you were being cheated on, while you were with them. While the three of you would hang out. Go to the holovid cinemas, shopping, having lunch or dinner; all the while they were putting on fake smiles, they were betraying you behind your back. 

Word spread around Kamino faster than a gundark looking for its next meal, before you knew it you were being referred to as that medic. The medic with the broken heart, the medic with the cheating fiance, the medic who suffered betrayal from your closest and best friend. How they found out about who your fiance cheated with was beyond you. What you needed however was to get away, to do some real work, be transferred to the front lines. 

So you sat in your supervisor’s office, pleading to be transferred to a Commando unit or a unit that needed a medic. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. You’re emotional, and you could foul up in the field.” Your supervisor who never even cared for a second reiterated for the third time. 

“Excuse me, but you’ve never cared about me, so why now?”

“Listen, it’s not that I don’t care, it’s that I have to be fair.”

“So having me sit day after day as my personal life is being gossiped about and talked about is fine and dandy to you! Why aren’t you concerned that my emotional state right now isn’t affecting my performance! If anything, getting away from the gossip will ease my mind and heart.” You put all your effort into this speech, you just needed a break. 

She let out a sigh as she eyed you carefully, “Alright. I do know of a unit that could - - somewhat, need a medic. However…” she raised her finger to make a point, “if you foul up, if I get one negative report from the Sergeant in charge, and you’ll be right back here. Understood?”

“Yes. Thank you.” You held your hands together thanking her and the force for actually giving you a break. 

“Alright, I’ll contact the sergeant and send you your orders. They’ll be leaving soon for their mission. I suggest you get your bag ready, and be prepared. They won’t be coming back to Kamino for at least several rotations.”

“How many?”

“Last time it was nearly six months.”

You nodded understanding this wasn’t going to be an easy assignment, you headed to your quarters, packing what you deemed were essentials. It was about three hours later when a knock came at your door. 

You didn’t hesitate to open the door, surprised however to see a clone that had rather long hair and a red bandana tied around his forehead. 

“Can I help you?”

“Sergeant Hunter, Clone Force 99. I understand you’re our new medic.”

You blinked a few times, at his smooth voice. Most clones had a soft and determined tone to their voice, a commanding tone. However, his tone was warm and welcoming.

“Uh… sorry,” you apologized from spacing out, “Yes. I am. Well at least, I think I am. I haven’t received my orders yet.”

“Nope, because they’re here.” He passed you the datapad, “I understand you requested this assignment.”

You looked at the orders, assigning you to Clone Force 99 aka Bad Batch for the foreseeable future until your services were no longer required, you died, or they found someone better. You shook your head at the order and tossed the datapad on to your bed.

“Well guess, I’m with you guys. Nice to meet your sergeant.” You stuck out your hand to shake his. He nodded, shaking your hand. 

“May I ask why you requested it?” He pulled his hand away, he was glad he wore his gloves, he didn’t want you feeling how much his palm was sweating. He never experienced such fluttering feelings in his heart or stomach, just from meeting someone. Maybe he was coming down with something. 

“You mean you haven’t heard gossip that’s all over Kamino?”

Hunter smirked, so you didn’t know why his brothers were special or why they were in a class of their own, “We … my brothers and I aren’t exactly popular with the Regs.”

“Regs?”

“The regular clone troopers.”

You furrowed your brow confused, as you pointed to him, “You’re not a regular clone trooper?”

A smile appeared on his lips as he shook his head, “No. Not at all. We can go into details about that later, what are you doing though?” His eyes focused on the three bags you had packed on your bag.

“Oh, well my supervisor said to pack since when we leave tomorrow, we might not be coming back for a while…” you looked over to your bed and realized how much overpacking you did. “Ah, I overdid it, didn’t I?”

“More than somewhat. The Marauder isn’t a big ship. There is a cargo hold, but that usually carries our weapons, explosives, food rations. We each only have three body suits which we rotate, wash and mend ourselves. You may be able to bring two of those cases, but not more than that. And I would say two is stretching it.”

You turned back to look at the cases, “Well one of them is actually food, spices, and snacks. The second one is medical stuff, gauzes, medicine, surgical stuff, scanners, etc., and the last one is just personal stuff.”

“Hmm” Hunter tilted his head to read what was written on your personal pack, “You’re the stars to my galaxy, without you there is no light. Is that a message from your family?”

Your eyes focused on the scrawl that was on your bag, and you laughed, “No. That … that was my youngest cousin who wanted to leave me a memento of herself. It’s a line from her favourite song.”

He couldn’t help but smile at that, he liked it. ‘You’re the stars to my galaxy, without you there is no light,’ it somehow held a special and deeper message for him, yet he wasn’t sure why. 

“I like it.” He cleared his throat, focusing back on your bright and beautiful eyes. Somehow, that sentence made more sense as he looked into them, “Since it’s food and medical supplies. We’ll find room for it. Just don’t let Wrecker know about the food, it might dwindle faster than you anticipated.” He chuckled. 

“Who’s Wrecker?” You asked a little confused. 

“Oh you’ll meet them later today. Once you’re done here, join us in the cafeteria for a late dinner. We’ll be there at 1930 hours.”

You glanced at your watch and nodded, “1930 hours, I look forward to it, Sergeant.”

“Hunter”

“Hmmm?”

“No one calls me, Sergeant. Not unless they’re in trouble. Just call me Hunter.”

“Oh, okay. In that case, just call me by my name too.”

“Alright, mesh’la. I’ll do that. See you tonight.”

He waved and headed to his barracks, his cheeks blushing from the slip of calling you mesh’la, hopefully you didn’t realize it meant beautiful. 

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[pupyuj]

Can't get vampire gaeul out of my mind;;;

Also, can I be ⭐️anon;;

let's fawking goooo gaeul ask 😈 and welcome ⭐️ anon!! so sorry this is super late, again 😭😭

[cw: vampireeee, blood.]

she would definitely not hide that she's a vamp just because she preys on people's (men's) fantasies about having a vampire lover lmaooo vamp!gaeul would be really scary despite her easy-going nature and unfortunately you had an amazing bullshit detector so the moment you made eye contact with gaeul at a party, you knew she was something else 😰 of course, gaeul doesn't let you out of her sight for one second! sure you'd make a pretty good meal but she also can have you cause a havoc in the party and blow her cover 😵‍💫

her cornering you in a bathroom,, luckily for her you were a bit buzzed so it didn't take long until she had you melting,, her making you face the mirror and coming up behind you, getting her so excited to taste you because you just so happened to wear an off-shoulder blouse and she was so close to you she could practically smell how sweet you were.. "i can definitely see why you attract such a crowd, (y/n)-ssi..." while she's brushing your hair aside, leaving the softest trail of kisses on your shoulders all the way up to your neck and only stopping behind your ear.. "you're not scared of me... why is that? you know what i am." her pressing herself up against you, chilling red eyes piercing through yours as you stared at each other in the mirror..

"i don't know..." bcs your head was clouded with the booze in your system and the sheer intimidation you felt being around gaeul's presence :(( you were completely helpless—just how she likes it 🫠🫠 the initial plan was to suck you dry in that bathroom, but the moment you pressed your ass against her groin, gaeul lost her composure and allowed her desire take over her hunger 🫠 her turning you around and immediately crashing her lips into yours,, letting you feel her sharp fangs for yourself when she lets your tongue inside her mouth 😩 you reeked of both booze and other people's scents.. two of which gaeul absolutely loathed,, it only made her want to ruin you more 😵‍💫

her lifting you up and putting you on top of the counter beside the sink with ease,, she was delighted that you wore an off-shoulder top! it made it easier for her to just slowly graze her teeth on your skin, relishing in the way you shivered in fear but looked at her with desire,, "i work better when i'm fed." and before you knew it, she had sunk her fangs down your collarbone only slightly, but it hurt like a bitch 🫠🫠 tasting your blood for the first time was nothing short of euphoric and fuck gaeul should really just suck you dry right there but that wouldn't feel right.. she has to have you screaming her name first 😌

she would only feel a deeper kind of hunger for you when she feels how your cunt clenches around her fingers,, gaeul usually doesn't like to waste time but watching your expression as she slowly fucked you was worth it 🤭 gaeul would really just stare at you, relishing the way your moans sounded in her ears... she'd use her entire fingers' length and watch you squirm and reach for her, grabbing onto her shirt and pleading pathetically 😵‍💫 "please, let me cum..." you'd say it right up against her bcs you don't want anyone to hear and you know what? it would give gaeul chills! (which was weird considering her skin's already ice cold but yk—)

and since you asked nicely ofc gaeul would oblige for once and give you what you want! pulling her fingers out of your cunt only to replace them with her tongue 🤤🤤 her sharp nails having your thighs in a death grip while you pushed her head further against your pussy :(( throwing your head back and filling the air with your moans as well as gaeul’s name… nearly losing yourself when she wraps her lips around your clit and sucks harshly, making you grip and pull on her hair… god, her mouth was too good 😵‍💫💔 glowing red eyes piercing into yours, a smirk making its way to gaeul’s pretty face as tears well up in your eyes bcs of the pleasure 🥺

now see this—you’re cumming after her mouth has done its work, and ofc your head was clouded so gaeul takes this opportunity to sink her teeth down your thigh 😵‍💫 it hurt a lot but the sight was kinda hot so you don’t complain 🤭

omg getting disheartened when gaeul exits the bathroom without a word but you don’t hear her warning everybody outside to not enter the room… then she comes back with a tall glass of juice a few moments later and bandages to cover up the bite on your thigh 🫣🫣 she’d even help you wrap it around your thigh! “here’s a deal: you don’t tell anyone i’m a vamp and i keep it a secret you like getting fucked in bathrooms by strangers.” she’d say, as if you’d even dare to tell anyone! she’d probably hear it from a mile away and snap your neck before you even realize 😭

in conclusion, vampire!gaeul wouldn’t be all bad.. especially if a pretty thing like you would keep her company from time to time 👀 whether or not you were her blood bag or sweet little fuckdoll 🤤

[arctophyllax]

For the Dark Urge Tavs | Zevlor x Reader

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, very tender. Durge-centric. Yes I am supposed to rest. But the genius struck. I want to write more angst, more gore, more fights…

(Painting by Antoine Wiertz - The Greeks and the Trojans Fighting over the Body of Patroclus)

You had to tell him, and you had to tell him now. Too great would be the betrayal of a lie so profound, too radical the risk of shedding blood—or worse. You took a deep breath and faced him, glance cast downward, averting his questioning eyes as you spoke.

“Zevlor. I have been hiding something, something of great importance. And though I cannot promise this bond between us eternity, I know that I will regret endlessly if I keep this secret.”

You felt your blood thrumming in your skull, bone aching and stinging. A silent threat to you, issued by the parasite that isn’t the worry of your companions. Another. Not one with a physical form, not one you could possibly simply pull out of there if you wanted to. Something deeper, darker. An urge. An instinct. A trait. A trait so terrifyingly deadly and hungry.

“I was born of gore, raised in blood—fed on it. I was born a lesser being you could ever come to be. I was born not a devil, but worse. I was born not disfigured, but worse. I was born beautiful, tragically, without asking for it. I was nursed by mistakes, I blossomed from the guilt grown from it. And there were times when guilt had no care left for me, there were times when regret is not a feeling I knew. And sometimes, there are still times where I don’t know who I am, where I don’t know what to do with these hands of mine. Because no matter what I do, no matter what I touch. It will rot. It will wither. It will die. Death is my constant companion. Where I go, he goes. Where I act, he reaps. And I am afraid.”

You hesitated to place your hand against his cheek, but you did so anyway, your eyes finally meeting his. The flames within them seemed to flicker, hazy with a kind of understanding, a kind of acceptance, but also, fear.

“I don’t want you to be the next, I cannot have you be the next. Anyone but you. I am afraid. I can’t lose you, not you of all people.”

Your cheeks were flush from emotions, fear of loss, anger at yourself. Embarrassment that the thought of killing the one you loved so dearly could even dare to cross your mind. You almost flinched when he reached out to cup your face with one clawed hand, but melted into his embrace when his thumb stroked gently beneath your eye. You felt it now, your skin was damp, and his as well now. You hadn’t realised it but you were crying, your vision blurry from the tears that still welled up in your eyes, and your hands trembled, one at the side of Zevlor’s neck and the other one tense, in a fist, at your side.

“Please, don’t cry, my dear.” His hand moved from your cheek behind your head to pull you closer, his forehead settling against yours as both of your eyes closed. His other hand found your tense one and wrapped around it, silently pleading you to loosen your fist, and so you did. As his fingers threaded through yours and held your hand firmly, you let out a shaky breath and felt your body relax a little. The tremble was still there, though not quite as intense as before.

“I trust in you, I trust that this is something that can be resolved. Eventually. And I will wait centuries for you if I have to. I will not distance myself from you. Not now, nor ever. You are strong. Resilient. We can work through this. I will not leave your side.”

“When I close my eyes. I see blood on my hands. I taste it on my tongue. I can smell it, all I can smell is metallic blood and rotting, sweet decay. I’ve seen you in front of me before, so lifeless and silent. I didn’t sleep that night, I thought about tying myself to a tree.”

Your lips felt dry, skin cracked. Your tongue darted out to wet them, forehead still resting against Zevlor’s.

“You know what I’ve done. You know that I killed Alfira. And you know she won’t be my last victim. I bear no memory of that kill, but I remember a faint feeling. A hunger within satisfied, I remember a content smile on my lips, mere seconds before I realised what I had done. And I couldn’t get the blood off my hands that night. I couldn’t sleep. But I did not need to sleep for the nightmares to find me.”

Zevlor’s hand tightened around yours at the mention of Alfira’s death. You knew it did not leave him unaffected. She was under his care. And it was your fault that he felt guilty. He couldn’t protect her. Couldn’t protect her from you. You were the monster here, and he refused to budge, refused to condemn you for what you are.

As though he didn’t see. As though he saw something else in you, something brighter, something you were too tainted to see.

“You helped my people, you got rid of Kagha and the goblins, you could have sided against us at any moment—but you didn’t. And that says more about you than any blood on your hands ever will. Not as long as it is caused by something that isn’t entirely you.”

Soft lips found your cracked ones, mending the sores and chasing away the sorrows. You knew they would come back, the sorrows. But you wanted to try for him. Be good for him. To him.

“If I ever lose control. If I attack you. Strike me down. Play unfair. I need you to end me then. Before I can end you. Promise me. That is my only request.”

His flaming eyes looked deeply into yours. Unwavering. Lacking the hatred and fear you should be finding in them.

He stayed silent. He did not promise.

He could not.

[iminkandpaper]

Sidekick rammed into Villain, setting them both onto an off-balanced stumble into a food cart, where they collapsed in a heap.

Villain stood, dusting off his three piece suit. If he wasn't in his Civillian attire he would have retaliated much worse than the ensuing "Who the fuck are you?"

"S-s-sidekick?" The girl was suited and masked. On further inspection, he saw that her hands were cut and she had a bruise forming on her chin.

"You don't sound too sure of that," Villain said. He stared down at the girl- she couldn't be older than fourteen.

"Sidekick," she said again, more sure of herself. Sidekick backed up further into the wall. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you."

"How old are you?"

"Thirteen," she blurted. Then, seeing his look of disbelief, said, "but it's okay, Hero is usually with me when I go out. Most of the time anyway. Sometimes I'm alone because he- never mind, I saw you and I just really really need your help."

"You need my help?"

"Yes."

"With?"

"I need you to hide me or something."

Sidekick hugged her knees. She looked so vulnerable. Villains lips twisted into a confused frown. Even out of the suit he wasn't exactly the best liked person out there. In fact, he had several suits against him for tax evasion, though they never could seem to catch him what with the exorbitant amounts of money he threw at the feds.

"Or something," he repeated. Villain crouched so that he was eye level with Sidekick. "Why me?"

She mulled it over for a moment before she settled on, "you're rich and shady."

At that, Villain sputtered, "I am not shady."

He didn't deny the rich part.

"You are so shady, dude." She nodded solemly, a 'there there, it's all right' sort of consolation.

"Fine. Whatever. Who am I hiding you from?" He looked mildly annoyed now, and Sidekick bit her lip. She muttered something unintelligible. "What?"

She muttered again.

"Kid, I can't hear a thing you're saying."

"I need you to hide me from Hero," she said louder. Villain almost fell over.

"From... Hero?"

She nodded. "You're the only one who can, I've seen the way you lose the feds and the... whoever else."

Villain didn't want to do it. He really didn't want to. But she looked so... sad. He didn't like it, and when Villain didn't like something, he fixed it. So he took her home, gave her a room and clothes before they sat down to talk.

Sidekick was unmasked when she came into the study. Villain glanced up. She looked frustratingly familiar, though he couldn't place it.

A fresh bruise anointed her cheek, glaring him in the face. It was an extension of the mark he had seen on her chin. This wasn't from a nighttime scrabble.

"Who?"

She shook her head and said she couldn't tell him. Villain asked again. He had a few guesses with the way she fidgeted with her fingers and avoided looking him in the eye.

He eyed the necklace she wore, a dog tag with her name and date of birth.

"I'm a Foster kid," she explained. "They set up a system where we had to wear these for in case."

It hit him then.

"You're Alias."

"Yeah." She fidgeted more with the dog tag. "Hero is fostering me, but-"

Villain made a motion with his hand for her to keep talking. She shook her head.

"Well, since its out there," Villain mused at finally knowing Hero's identity, "I should mention I'm Villain."

Sidekick looked unsurprised.

"Did you know?"

"Yes."

"Lovely. Go to bed, I'll deal with your situation."

In the morning, Sidekick woke to news of Hero dying from a heart attack. She went down to breakfast where Villain was reading a newspaper.

"Good morning."

"You killed him."

"He was an abusive shit." Villain sipped his coffee. "It was warranted."

Sidekick didn't argue.

She opened her mouth, but Villain beat her to it. "You can stay for as long as you'd like, Kid. I'll have paperwork drawn up so I don't catch a case of kidnapping."

She stayed. Indefinitely.

Sidenote: Villain also imposed a nighttime adventure ban, which Sidekick tried and failed numerous times to break.

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 3]

+ Joris analysis

Since Simone left, it seems that Kerubim has gotten back into his habit of having weird, sloped bookshelves that look like they are going to kill someone someday.

Also, there are more deadly possessed demon swords everywhere.

VAX

So real.

I think a lot about how aggressively chill Kerubim is about Joris constantly going on and on about his birth parents.

You just know that on the inside he was seething. Just a constant mantra of "it's natural at this age, it's natural at this age," inside his head as he tried to be supportive. While Joris was trying to guess who his dad was, Kerubim was going through an IRL psychological horror game where he would die if he stopped thinking good thoughts.

While I am putting this in my usual funny meme terms, I am enamoured by the messy and uneven nature of Kerubim and Joris's father-son relationship. There's nothing particularly special or unique about the way it hurts them, — but the immortality and fantasy elements really let the usual hurting of a parent-child bond shine. It's all about romanticising the mundane to me.

I think it shows an interesting disconnect that Lilotte won't call Kerubim "papycha" (and the way, later on in the movie, she does). She doesn't entirely feel like she fits in between Joris and Kerubim, and the dynamic the two have, — which is understandable, because she really doesn't, in my opinion. It's not a bad thing. She and Joris aren't exactly siblings, and Kerubim isn't her dad, — he's a caring adult. It doesn't mean they aren't a family to her, but it does mean she feels awkward. Her dead family, and fear of losing people, aren't exactly helping.

Here's my analysis of the situation:

From Lilotte's POV, as I've already said it, there is a disconnect from the bond she feels with Kerubim and Joris, and the bond those two have, — as well as how untraumatized Joris is about the whole orphan thing. She doesn't want to get too used to this because this can always end, — and likely, she doesn't want to be forced into a fully familial role, because she doesn't feel that way about Kerubim and Joris.

From Kerubim's POV, she is an orphan, just like himself and Joris, and he needs to help her any way he can. He'd like it if she lived with them, — instead of living out in the streets, without the safety of the roof over her head. He wants her to feel at home, and become a part of the family, but doesn't have any delusions about "adopting" her as if she were his daughter (his definition of family includes a maid he met 20 minutes prior, a mortal enemy, and a brother who wants him dead, mind you). She's far too old, and she does have a family, even if it is a dead one, while he is perfectly happy with just Joris as his son. Basically, he just wants her to be happy, warm, and fed, but understands that she has her reasons to be wary, and will not overstep her boundaries.

This all is easy enough to imagine or deduce through what we know about their characters. But Joris is a bit more complex, because even as a child, he is kinda emotionally closed-off. So, this following thing is mostly delusion, throwing darts at the wall while blindfolded, and me just straight up hallucinating:

In my opinion, Joris is not happy about anything that is happening. He needs consistency and stability, and, as a single child of a single parent, he probably feels a certain degree of ownership towards Kerubim. It's likely that he feels jealous, like Lilotte's presence is threatening.

He isn't feeling these things consciously. He doesn't know he is jealous, or that he feels threatened by her presence. A childhood of unknowingly putting Kerubim's emotional needs before his own for the sake of their survival had divorced him completely from his own feelings.

But it does show in the little, subconscious gestures, like fighting with her, or making fun of her, — especially his complete silence on the issue of wanting or not wanting her to move in with them, and the happy reaction he has to her confirming, once again, that she will not live with them. (As well as the way he switches the topic immediately to himself, before Kerubim can attempt to console her about the dead family issue).

Joris tries really hard not to have opinions on things he doesn't like, especially about himself and his feelings.

It's interesting that Joris needs reassurance here. What we just saw is Kerubim making a grand gesture (a huge, elaborate breakfast) and a plea towards Lilotte, out of his care for her, and immediately, Joris is trying to usurp his attention with a question of whether Kerubim is going to give him a grand gesture too.

And it's not the first time he's asking! (Also yes, I noticed Lou. I was just too busy typing analysis to point her out)

For a huge part of his childhood, Kerubim neglected him badly (and himself too, the man had clinical depression), so Joris's anxiety and subconscious jealousy is pretty logical.

Suddenly, despite being his literal father, Kerubim is putting in more effort in caring for Joris's friend than he ever did with Joris himself, y'know?

AND not to mention, how Kerubim usually keeps his promises (he doesn't, but Joris is used to it.)

Anyway, the cover says "Brocante". Other text, I am not sure.

[shaylixie]

Mad At You, Mad About You

Word Count: 2736

Genre: Angst. Fluff. Smut.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x gn!reader

Requested: No.

Summary: Matt had one rule...and you broke it.

Warnings / Contains: Smut; language; unprotected sex. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: Okay so! This is my first time writing for Matt so if there's any feedback, please don't feel shy to hmu! Especially if anything is ill-represented.🙏🏼 I tried my (current) best w this, but I will say I've been struggling w writing a bit lately (this is basically an apology in advance just in case lmao). As always, please enjoy & thank you for any & all support!!! 🤍

"Are you out of your damn mind?!"

"Matt, listen-" you try unsuccessfully as you watch him pace up and down his office, furious.

"You could have gotten yourself killed! What don't you understand about DO NOT get involved?"

He stops and turns towards you, cocking his head in your direction and breathing heavily.

"I had to!" you retort. "Or else...or else you probably wouldn't be standing here right now!"

"That's for me to worry about."

You scoff. "Yeah what, when you're dead somewhere in some abandoned warehouse?"

Matt takes a step towards you, practically burning with rage.

"That was almost you, y/n! You almost got yourself killed! On my watch. I told you to stay away, no matter what happens. You're not cut out for this life!"

You sigh, feeling the anger evaporate and instead the dread set in.

"I know, Matt. Okay? I know." You swallow. "But I wasn't about to lose you," you explain softly. "It was stupid and dangerous and yeah I almost got...seriously hurt, but it was worth it. Because you're standing here. And I'm still alive, okay? Listen to my heartbeat if you need to. I'm here, and so are you. I don't regret it."

He takes a deep breath, his hands on his hips, and tilts his head skywards. The room is silent for a while, interrupted only by the sounds of New York City and the occasional shuffling of Karen and Foggy outside.

Matt is more furious than you've ever seen, and looks more stressed than he did when Frank Castle lost the trial. You understand his reasons why. After all, he had always made it clear that you could never get involved in Daredevil business - no matter what, and you usually listen. You give Matt his space to do his vigilante things, and you try your best not to get involved, if only for his peace of mind. But it was different this time...if you hadn't gotten involved the way you did, Matt very well may not be here right now. Or ever again.

You knew he was fed up the moment you woke up in his bed and found it empty. You had managed to drag Matt back to his place the night before, and tend to his wounds with the help of Claire. It was bad. There was so much blood. You were worried sick. But Claire managed to tend to him and at the end, assured you that he'd be okay. You made sure he was comfortable in bed before tending to your own, much minor wounds. When you woke up, late into the morning, you realised that Matt had gone to work despite his injured state, and it dawned on you just how upset he was. Which brings you here. To a very upset Matt.

"I'm okay, Matt. You don't have to worry about me like this."

He drops his head in his hand, rubbing his temples with his thumb and middle finger.

"You really don't understand, do you?"

"Then help me understand."

"You're not okay! The moment you involved yourself, you made sure of it. Do you not realise that you're a target now? They know who you are, y/n! These guys aren't just some petty thieves. They're evil pieces of shit that run this city! They won't stop until they find you and when they do, they'll...they'll..." he stops abruptly and pushes everything off his desk, wincing at the aggressive movement.

Shit.

You walk up to him, gently laying a hand on his back.

"I'm sorry. I still don't regret it...but I am sorry." A beat. "I'm also not scared."

"You forget I can tell when you're lying."

Dammit.

"Well...I still don't regret it. Tell me if I'm lying now."

He doesn't respond.

"C'mon, Matt. Come home with me. You're not fit to be here right now...or anywhere that isn't in bed. Just let me take care of you. Please?"

You stroke his arms gently before holding his hand, bringing his bruised knuckles to your lips and kissing them lovingly.

For the first time, Matt drops his angry expression and replaces it with a pained one instead. He doesn't let go of your hand. You feel his forehead lean against yours and you breathe out in relief.

Then he pulls back. He lets go of your hand.

"I don't think we should see each other anymore," he says so softly you wonder if you imagined it. But the solid weight in your stomach and the hollow feeling in your chest betrays that hope.

"What?"

He turns his head away from you.

"Matty...c'mon. You're not being serious, right?"

"I am." He pauses. "This just isn't working out...I'm sorry."

"Matthew...come on. You really want to end things? Over what, this? I get that you're upset but...we can get through this. I won't ever get involved again, okay? I just-...you know I usually don't - this was the first and last time. Just please, Matt. Don't do this," you plead, voice breaking.

Matt's steadily cracking heart follows as he tastes the salt in the air. All he wants to do is to kiss the wetness from your cheeks away, but instead he forces himself to stay put and doesn't say anything. He doesn't trust his voice to not mimic his heart too.

You stand there for a while longer, waiting. For Matt to backtrack, to pull you into an embrace, or to even just acknowledge you. But he doesn't. So you take your things and step outside, bidding Foggy and Karen goodbye with a weak smile.

*

It's been a week and still no contact. Matt really was serious. No backtracking, no second thoughts, no heat-of-the-moment decision that he came to regret. Nothing. He had broken up with you and he meant it.

You've never experienced a heartbreak like this before. You've never felt it so deep - never realised it could even get this deep. You feel the grief of it all in your very bones. You love Matt, and you're convinced that he loved you too. You may not believe in perfection, but it was damn close what you had with him. It was real love...or maybe not, you think. Because now it's gone. The tears start flowing for what feels like the hundredth time this week.

On the rooftop, Matt wipes his own tears away. He hates hearing how hurt you are; hates that he feels it too. Every sob of yours breaks his heart, especially knowing he caused it. He hopes he can come back from this; prays, really. Sending up the silent prayer, he fights his every instinct to barge in and hold you, and instead goes out to find an old client.

*

Almost a month goes by, and still nothing. You stopped waiting not so long ago, but that didn't mean it kept you from noticing...and from time to time, even hoping.

But you figure that it's all useless - the waiting, the wondering, the hoping. All of it. So you do your best to let it pass, and crawl underneath the covers for yet another night. You pray that tomorrow will be better.

*

In the dead of night, you swear you can hear Matt's voice. You're half awake now, but still dreaming. The voice becomes clearer and louder, and you turn over sleepily, only to see a silhouetted man. You jerk up and grab the knife beside your bed, remembering what Matt said earlier. But then the silhouette steps into the faint moonlight and you're greeted with a very nervous looking Matt. You rub your eyes, not quite believing it.

"Hi," he whispers weakly.

You don't say anything back. Blinking your eyes, you take a moment to really look at him. He's still in his Daredevil suit, but his mask is off and his face is peppered in cuts and bruises. His unfocused eyes are downcast towards the bed and an uneasy look is painted across his face. His knuckles are bust open and he grips his mask with red fingers, waiting for you to say something. He looks more battered than usual, and there's an air of devastation around him. Your heart immediately hurts.

You discard the knife, crawl to the edge of the bed and, holding back tears, you murmur, "Hi."

He swallows and steps warily towards you.

"I wanted to come check on you. To make sure you're safe, and to..." he trails off.

You wait, and when you see him struggling to get the words out, you gently take his hand, making sure not to hurt him.

His face falls then, and Matt starts crying before you. It causes you to finally break too.

"Hey, come here," you say thickly.

You get off the bed and he immediately pulls you into him, holding you snug against him and wincing at the pain that ensues. Still, he doesn't let go and almost crushes you with how tight he's holding onto you. His sobs quieten down and he pulls back, holding your cheek and stroking it with his thumb.

"Tell me what happened," you whisper, convinced that he just witnessed something very disturbing on his vigilante errand.

"I didn't mean to end things with us. I didn't want to. The second I heard the way your heart faltered, I was done for. It took everything in me not to take it back right that second. But I had to do it. I swear, I didn't want to end this - I don't want to. But I had to let you go so I could keep you safe. At least until I could make things right."

Your mind swirls at his confession. Deep down, you had hoped and hoped and hoped. And now here he is again, with you. You guide him gently to sit down on the bed.

"And, did you make things right?"

He sighs.

"I don't know if it was right. But you're safe now. And so is Hell's Kitchen...at least a bit safer than it was."

"Then why do you look so torn?"

"Because I didn't do it alone. I had help. I met up with an old...friend. We don't exactly agree on each other's methods, but I felt like he was the only way to really take care of this. He has more of a...permanent approach."

Immediately, you know who Matt is talking about. Despite everything, you still didn't realise how deep the threat was. But for Matt to seek help from a dead man, no less one he near hated...you fight back a shiver.

Placing your arm around him, you say, "Does this mean, you know. You and I...?"

"If you'll take me back."

The worry and uncertainty in his voice has you kissing his cheek in response.

"C'mon, I'll help you clean up."

*

After tending to Matt in your bathroom - sterilising and stitching up wounds the way Claire taught you; gently but thoroughly cleaning off all the blood and grime; and giving him a pair of his own clothes that he often left behind to sleep in - you guide him back to your bedroom, where you turn to face him.

"You're a good man, Matt."

He turns away from you, dropping down onto the bed with his head in his hands.

"Hey, you are. What you did - what you do - is a really brave thing. You risk your life every single night for a city that hardly knows you. You put your life on the line for the people you care about without ever thinking twice. You have a moral code, and you stick by it. Everything you do, you do it for the wellbeing of others, even if that means ignoring your own. Which I don't condone, by the way, but it shows how selfless you really are."

You put your hands on his shoulders and start massaging them.

In a softer voice, you ask, "Did you take anyone's life?"

He shakes his head no.

"See? You're still the man you always were. And I still love you more than ever."

Matt pulls you into his lap then, and you stroke the side of his face.

After a few seconds of silence, he whispers, "I really want to kiss you..."

You smile and lean in, savouring the moment his lips meet yours, almost crying of gratitude being able to feel this again. He deepens the kiss and you run your hands through his hair, making him sigh into your mouth. He runs his fingertips down your spine and you shiver, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck as he toys with the hem of your shirt. You slide it off, and then do the same for him. As you run your hands down Matt's scarred torso, he picks you up, grunting, and drops you onto the bed, crawling over you. You try to push his sweats down with your feet, not wanting to break the kiss, but he chuckles against your lips and pulls back to do it himself. He slides your shorts off too, along with your underwear, leaving you both completely naked. When he comes to hover over you again, you allow your hands to roam as you kiss and mark his neck. Just as he aligns himself with you, you feel his fingers grip your jaw and his tongue against yours, before he slowly slides in. You moan at the sudden fullness that you missed so much and he presses his forehead against yours, allowing you to adjust.

"Hey, Matt?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Cum inside me...please."

"Fuck," he breathes out, attaching his lips to yours again.

He starts moving inside of you, and you grip onto his shoulders, careful to avoid any fresh wounds. You can feel him sliding against that delicious spot, making you weaker every second. Matt missed a thousand things about you before sex, but he definitely missed this too - the feeling of your walls tightly wrapped around him; tasting hints of your arousal in the air, whether he was pounding into you or you were reading a particularly good scene sex in one of your books; the way your breath would change as you got closer and closer to climax; hearing his name fall from your lips so effortlessly and your heartbeat speed up just as easily. Your scent drove him crazy - both your natural scent and the scent between your legs. The feeling of you underneath his fingertips felt like the most natural thing in the world; it felt like home. And the feeling of you coming undone beneath him is something he'll never get over. You feel his hips stutter at the feeling of you clenching around him, and it isn't long until he buries himself as deep as he can, releasing himself inside of you. Breathless, you stay holding each other as you both come down from your highs. Matt buries his head in your neck, kissing you lovingly and savouring the closeness. You rub your hands up and down his back, stopping to gently trace the occasional scar. Eventually, Matt pulls out of you and you both clean up. When he climbs into bed beside you, he pulls you against him and kisses your head.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he asks sincerely.

You hum and tilt your head up towards him, staring into his unfocused eyes. "Tell me?"

He swallows. "A lot. Maybe too much. But I love you a lot, y/n."

You swear your heart actually melts at the earnesty in his voice.

Pecking his lips tenderly, you whisper, "I love you too. So much, Matt."

"Please don't make me have to leave you again," he pleads, albeit with a playful smile.

At the small laugh and the equally playful slap that comes from you, he says, "I'm serious. That was the hardest thing I've been through in a while."

"Didn't a ninja almost kill you?"

"Exactly. I think I'd take Nobu over losing you again anyday."

You raise your eyebrows at the wild - no, insane - choice.

"Well, you didn't lose me," you reassure him.

"I really thought I did," he mumbles, more to himself.

Not waiting for a response, he pulls you in impossibly close and kisses you a few times wherever he can reach. You both sleep soundly for the first time in what feels like a very long time.

[yril-writes]

— RED FLAG!

synopsis ; fushiguro togi, the beloved customer of the red light district. Dating him without knowing anything about that man screams red flag, until you got an intel about his life it all went to flames.

scenario ; toji is the famous vip customer in the red light district where you are currently working, the dating part between the both of you is nothing but a contract to keep nosy people out of both of your lives.

"So, when are you going to tell me that you have a fucking kid?! I thought that you were divorced but a kid?!"

"And I didn't know you liked being fucked by a dad like me?"

type ; drabble

include/s ; fushiguro toji

pairing/s ; single dad character x fl! reader

genre ; a hint of spicy corn

warnings ; cursing

The man who you've been dating in contract keeps this secret of his in his pocket. He acts as if he is holding the world in the palm of his hands, taking everyone and controlling all people he can possibly get. Unfortunately among those people, you stood up head to head with this man without even knowing how he can just make you disappear by just saying a word. His name is Fushiguro Toji, he is well known in the red light district, always looking for women to spend the night with and sometimes go and gamble as well. It was your shift at the bar, then he came in and like the whole room felt cold as ice and all they could hear was his slippers hitting the wooden floor making creaking sounds, he was on his way toward the counter of the bar. "Can I get you a drink?" you politely asked in a gentle voice, only for him to let out a chuckle and stared at you as you worked. You felt that the way he stares may bore a hole behind you, so you walked towards him and glared at him. "Sir, you might burn a hole through me if you keep staring. Do you mind? I am trying to work here." the tone of your voice came out a little annoyed, you deeply regret after saying those words against that man. But after telling him off, he didn't stop staring at you instead he gave off an aura as if desperately getting your attention, all the customers felt uncomfortable so one by one they all left the bar. "Thanks! Now I won't have to serve for the customers. NOT! MR. FUSHIGURO! I AM TRYING TO WORK HERE?! If you can't grasp that in your fucking head, then I'll drill it into you, how's that sound?" now you're just fed up by the situation, but in Fushiguro's perspective he found someone he could have this deal with he was offering other people. Finally he found a match. Of course it was already suspicious as to why he wanted you to be his, even if it's just a paper it felt heavy to talk about it was also a sensitive topic to begin with. He told you he needed someone with a no strings attached relationship. And the catch is that he would pay you handsomely, who would ever refuse such an investment, so with no other choices, you agreed. The contract mostly contained about Fushiguro controlling his urges, and your job is to just literally stop him from going overboard at anything. You didn't mind the mix of pleasure in your daily life with this man, actually you couldn't complain, the man's performance exceeds your expectations. He wasn't known for no reason, though when it comes to gambling he loses more than wins. And you gambled not knowing what he had, until you heard a knocking on the door in the apartment that the both of you slept. Opening the door, a small figure greeted you. "Is my dad there? Tell him I need money." the kid half your size is standing in front of you, asking bluntly for money from his father. (Did this kid just dad? Fushiguro has a kid?!) still shocked the kid walked past you and went directly in the room you both just made out like a minute ago. "Money." he reaches his hand out towards the man fully naked sitting up on the bed, scratching the back of his neck he gives him the money. And the kid immediately goes out the moment he gets a hold of the money he wanted. "So, when are you going to tell me that you have a fucking kid?! I thought that you were divorced but a kid?!" he says with that low toned voice of his mixed with the morning tone as well, giving a small chuckle he shoots you with that typical smirk he gives. "Hey, doll. Mind shoving that big mouth of yours on my throbbing hard on, instead of nagging?" eyeing his member as he glances at you across the bed, you sigh and raise a finger. "You are a fucking red flag. I'm out!"

a/n ; I could make a part two of this! A smut one but that is for another story! Toji as a gambler addict and a vip of the red light district kinda fits and reader as a bartender!

taglist ; @sammushy @jasugoi @gcj-doesart @ryuuudesuwa

[readychilledwine]

here without you was so good until the end. you ruined it there.

*sigh* I've been waiting for this day and knew it was coming. As calmly as kindly as possible.

1) I can't ruin my brainchild. I wrote the fic. It ends EXACTLY how I, the author, wanted it to.

2) Instead of wasting your time and energy to comment or get on my page to send me an anon for a story you didn't like, scroll. Because this isn't constructive feedback, so as someone looking to improve my content, you've put me at a standstill.

3) if you're going to leave negative feedback, make it constructive and say it with your chest off anon so I can look at your blog and decide if I want to take advice based off your work. Or, message me exactly what you didn't like, so I, as the author, can explain my thought process to you, and you can help me better communicate that next time.

4) ✨️An explanation of the end of Here Without You✨️

If you haven't read my new angsty cheating Az x reader fic, here's a link. If you have and are upset over the ending, please read this, and then, if you still feel the need to comment, we can go from there.

I thought I had made it clear in the end that Azriel and reader are not back together, but working on their relationship so they can be a team co-parenting wise. I have reader explicitly saying that:

"This doesn't mean we're back together. It means we need to coparent for him while we work on things."

That statement is very cut and dry. No where it in does she say, "I forgive you," it in reality, and between the lines, says, "I appreciate your apology, but this is where my boundary is at right now, coparenting while we try to move forward."

Coparenting is a HARD relationship that requires sacrifice, communication, and as little animosity as possible. The ending also blantly says this:

You knew it would take time, that you two had many things to discuss first. This was a needed good start, though.

It is the beginning of them working on their relationship. A relationship is not strictly defined as a couple or marriage. I have a relationship with my parents, my child, my moots, and all of you. Her and Azriel's relationship at the end is coparents. That's it. And you cannot coparent well with someone you have issues with. Reader is being selfless for her child here.

I have had one person message me with their constructive feedback. Her issue was the bond being reopened, and as I explained in a comment, we know from SJM a rejected bond can drive both parties to madness. We have no clue what happens to fae from severed bonds, though. I have the reader opening it at the end because she is already showing signs of advanced PPD. She's opening it for the relief it brings. The last thing she as a single mom working on a coparenting plan needed was her, or Azriel, completely losing themselves or their minds.

I did not feel the need to explicitly explain that because when you're reading fanfiction, there is an assumption that you have literally context from the works it is based on, so me reminding you rejected bonds can cause madness shouldn't need to happen since it is a largely discussed topic in the books and the fandom. I also did not want any of you to feel I had dumbed down the context and hand fed it to you like you were incapable of understanding on your own.

I am sorry some of you did not like the ending, but I, as the author, stand by it. I feel I made it clear what was happening.

Tldr- azriel and reader are not romantically involved at the end. They are strictly coparents.

[tf2shipswag]

THE DEMO-SOLLY-ZHANNA POLYCULE IS PRIME TF2 CONTENT.

Demo introducing Zhanna to his mother like "Ye know me boyfriend Jane, I called you bout him when we were stationed out in Arizona, aye? Right numpty, the soldier from BLU? Ach, well, this is his wife, Zhanna... Now, before ye go on an' wallop me upside me head, hear me out. This is all an agreement, so dontcha go thinkin Jane's a knob for havin' a wife while bein' with us. Zhanna's a lovely hen, keeps up with us, and I'd be lyin' if I said I didnae like her too. So, yea. Your boyo's finally got hisself a family."

and his ma would be all confused but still be like "Me boy!"

I came up with the name Boots n Bombs n Brawn, and I think it's perfect. It suits them.

I love poly people.

They all sleep together in the same too small bed and take turns being the little spoon.

Zhanna and Jane about to take a shower after a really long day, but uh oh, who goes first? Jane says "Now hold it right there, son. That shower faucet has my name all over it! I will shove my dirty, unshowered foot up your sorry ass if you do not step aside!" and Zhanna is like "Alright then, maggot-bear, fight me! I have won against much bigger shower thief than you! I will beat you, and shower first, and then will have to shower you after because you will be pile of broken bones!"

and then soldier is like "Alright Thats It" strips naked "FIGHT ME, MAGGOT!!"

and then zhanna also strips naked "SO BE IT, YOU WILL LOSE!!"

And then Demo walks in from the hallway, not entirely surprised at seeing his too partners naked, dirty, and about to wrestle in front of the bathroom door. "Have you lot heard of this concept called... Sharing the shower. You know. Showering Together? I hear it can be quite romantic" wiggles eyebrows

Zhanna and Solly pause, fists raised, sparring positions held. "hrmmmm. A third option. I see..." Solly mumbles. Jane and zhanna exchange looks, debating whether this idea is worth trying. Zhanna makes up her mind "I will shower with you if you keep your unshowered foot out of my ass" n she holds out her hand as though proposing a handshake

Soldier considers it. "Only if you leave my bones ubroken and unpiled!"

"deal" they shake hands enthusiastically

and then they shower together and show off their muscles whilst covered in soap bubbles

"ok, you obviously win in the pectoral department, but get a load of This!" shows off upper back muscles (and his slouch) from carrying around fuck off huge rocket launchers

"impressive, but look!" Shows off huge neck and arm and back muscles from wrestling and beating the shit out of bears

and they are both utterly infatuated with eachother.

"Awww look! You made heart shaped puddle of dirty water!" Zhanna points to the ground "Hah! I think that is my blood! From when I tried opening a soup can with my teeth!" Solly responds.

Demo is so affectionately fed up with their shenanigans. Like, usually demo and solly are The Duo for chaos and shenanigans. But having Zhanna around is like having a woman version of solly. So its double trouble, and demo has to constantly balance out their unhingedness

anyways yeah. Thats my propaganda

this is such good content oh my gooooooooooooooooooood

okay i know i said i usually like boots n bombs as queerplatonic but the exception is when zhanna is also included because their polycule is INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!! they are all so in love its crazy

literally soldier and zhanna will cover themselves in like. syrup or something in the kitchen while making pancakes and have a fist-fight and demoman will see them and join them and then they'll all stand up and give each other pats on the back and tell eachother what they did well in the fight and then they make out while the pancakes burn to a crisp and the smoke alarm goes off. this is all in the team-base kitchen btw and it's like 5-7 am

[soleilceirinen]

Wind in my hair | Oh Sehun x fem!Reader AU

Summary: you're trying to study for your last exam but Sehun has other ideas. He uses his powers to distract you.

A/N: this is an EXO AU where Sehun has powers, as if he's some sort of alien. This is completely fictional, not based in real life.

Warning: nothing.

Also, English isn't my first language, sorry if there are mistakes and thanks for reading!

EXO Masterlist

The soft wind moved the curtain in front of you, delicately brushing your arm in a tender caress. Without taking your eyes off your notes, you moved your arm and slapped the fabric away as you tried not to lose track of what you were studying. Only one more exam and you would be free, that’s what you repeated in your mind to keep yourself motivated. 

Suddenly, the curtain hit you in the face, blinding you for a moment, all the previous tenderness of its movements gone. With a sigh, you pushed it aside and stared at the window to check if it was open. But no, it was still closed, just like you had left it before starting with your study session. 

Then, you turned around in your chair and faced your boyfriend Sehun. He was lying on your bed, smiling at you. Clearly, he was having a great time as he messed with your patience. 

“Stop it, Sehun. You’re not letting me study,” you complained. 

He put a hand over his chest and feigned surprise. “Me?” he asked innocently, although he seemed to be fighting a smile back. “I’m not letting you study?”

You nodded. 

It was him who had been moving the curtain all along, thanks to his wind controlling powers, whatever they were. You still didn’t fully understand the nature of his powers or his own existence, he came from another planet. So, technically, Sehun wasn’t human, and he wasn’t the only one. 

You didn’t care about him being an alien, as you liked to call it. What worried you was the fact that he and the others were the good guys, at least in theory, but there were also bad ones. Sehun refused to talk about them and you tried not to think about it most of the time. More than once he had promised you that he would keep you safe and you trusted him, you knew that he could be really powerful. 

It was a pity that right now he was using his power to piss you off. 

“Sehun, I need to pass this exam.”

“And? What am I supposed to be doing?” 

His faked innocence was starting to be replaced by a mischievous smile. It made you roll your eyes. Without any more words, you turned back to the desk and focused again on your notes. 

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” you murmured after a while. “Just leave me alone for a couple hours, I’m not asking for anything more than that,” you said, resting your face on one hand. 

He seemed to accept it, little did you know that he wasn’t going to stop that easily. 

-

You had lost count of how many deep breaths you had been taking in order to stay calm. It was impossible to tell by now. You were quite proud of yourself though, considering that you hadn’t stabbed him with a pencil yet, with the constant wind ruffling your hair, blowing it into your face and moving your notes around, of course not allowing you to study.

With a deep sigh, you took the elastic band that you always wore on your wrist and tied your hair up in a messy bun. It didn’t solve the problem because then, the wind increased, causing your notes to fall all over the floor. 

Sehun’s laugh could be heard behind you. 

Since you were so fed up already, you grabbed the first pen that you could find and turned around fast, throwing it at Sehun’s head. The pen hit him in the face. Under normal circumstances, he would have been able to avoid it without any difficulty, he was an alien after all, but he was so distracted laughing at you that he didn’t move away in time. Well deserved, you thought. 

He covered his face with his hands as he let out a soft cry. “Ouch,” he said, rolling onto his side.

After a few seconds, you got up and approached him. It wasn’t your intention to hurt him, you were just tired and frustrated. 

“Sehun, let me see,” you murmured softly, sitting next to him on the bed. You placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to make him turn so you could see his face. “I didn’t mean to hit you hard but I have a really good aim, what can I do?” you joked. 

He didn’t seem to find the joke funny. Instead, he made a sound that sounded like a hurt little puppy. This made you frown, what if you had hurt him for real?

"Sehun, take your hands away, let me see."

He removed his hands slowly but you couldn’t see anything because suddenly he moved so fast. Before you could realize, you were lying on the bed, with Sehun on top of you. A big smile was present on his face as his hands pressed your wrists against the mattress.

"You're an idiot, you know that? I was really worried."

Sehun laughed and brought his face closer to yours to kiss you but in the last moment you turned your face to the side, so his lips connected to your jaw instead of your mouth. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a low voice, nuzzling your neck with the tip of his nose before starting to leave a trail of small kisses that made you shiver under him.

"Oh really? What’s wrong?" You asked back, mocking his words and raising an eyebrow as you looked at him. As much as you wanted him right now, you had other priorities. "Now is not the time. Let me finish studying and then we can do whatever we want, or continue this. Alright?”

He released your wrists but didn’t let you go, still laying on top of you, now resting his head on your chest where he could feel your heart beating fast. After a few minutes in which your breathing became one, you started stroking his hair. It felt very soft between your fingers and smelled like your favourite shampoo from the last time he showered at your place. 

“You’ve been studying all day, I’m bored of waiting. You don’t let me talk, or make the slightest noise, or play video games, or listen to music…” he listed, mumbling.

You could feel the vibrations of his vocal chords against your chest, it was kind of calming.

“This exam is important to me, Sehun. Also, you can do all those things out of here, you don’t have to stay in the same room as me.”

He raised his head and looked at you with a frown. “But I want to be with you,” he confessed. 

This time, when he leaned in searching for your mouth, you didn’t turn your face away. The kiss was long and slow, without rushing. When your lips parted, you took the opportunity to take Sehun’s face in your hands, stroking his cheekbones with your thumbs. He stared at you, mesmerised. 

"An hour," you said. "That's all I need. Stop acting like a brat for an hour and when I'm done we'll do something together."

He seemed to hesitate, but finally he dropped to his side, freeing you from his weight. “Fine, an hour.”

You stood up from the bed, feeling cold without his warmth, and stared at the mess of notes scattered all over the floor with your hands on your hips. From the corner of your eye, you saw Sehun lying back on the bed with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed at the ankles. He looked as relaxed as always.

A gust of air made the papers move until they were arranged in a small pile at your feet. You bent down to pick them up and smiled at him. Sehun winked at you. He could be a pain in the ass sometimes but you couldn’t deny that since he came into your life nothing had been the same. 

You loved him like no one else, and couldn’t help but dread the day he’d be gone. After all, he didn’t belong on this Earth.

[copiousloverofcopia]

Can you please write a little something about Copia’s prime mover being pregnant and just absolutely craving some dick? I think he would be very worried not to hurt her to the point where she just gets fed up and pushes him on the bed and fucks the soul out of him lmao

Thank you for answering me Anon! And thank you for your ask...you are absolutely right. I think Copia would struggle a bit with physical intimacy while his Prime Mover is pregnant. It's not that the desire isn't there--cuz believe me it sure as hell is, but he's definitely anxious enough to be worried he may harm something so without further ado...

On a Pale White Horse

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Also if pregnancy stuff makes you uncomfortable stay away and read tags y'all!

Definitely NSFW below the cut.

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You waited impatiently all day for Copia's meetings to be through. Sighing as you sat on the bench outside Sister Imperator's office. You had been there so long you were sure you'd be covered by cobwebs by the time he emerged. Regardless you waited, after all you really—really needed your Papa.

You passed the time by reading the memos on the bulletin board. Thankfully the board was littered with various things to occupy your mind: the Abbey newsletter; the notice for Taco Tuesday thrown by Cumulus, something of particular interest; and best of all your baby shower invitation.

You continued to sit, the aching between your legs, constant and unyielding. Your blood practically set aflame at the thought of him buried between your thighs. Things between you and your Papa had always been hot and heavy, so much time spent with your legs over your head, there were days you weren't sure you'd be able to walk upright. However since you entered your second trimester you felt positively insatiable, your need exponentially growing–only problem was as you began to show, Copia started to grow more cautious.

He let his nerves get the better of him, worried he'd put too much pressure on your belly or maybe even hurt something inside. The man had come up with every excuse under the sun lately, and now it had come to the point you were starting to lose your mind. Your blood was swirling, your panties wet, and your heart pounding—you'd had enough. You decided this morning when the two of you woke up and he kissed you goodbye on his way out, leaving you a wanton mess with no relief,, that you had to do something about it—so you devised a plan.

You crossed and uncrossed your legs, your sensitive flesh begging for friction, when the door to Imperator's office opened. The members of the Clergy all filed out, looks of boredom and their eyes rolling as they left. It was only a moment before Copia appeared. He looked so handsome today you thought—or maybe the hormones were helping. He had his hands full of books and parchment and as always, an adorably awkward demeanor.

"Cara mia? What are you two doing here?" He asked you, a sweet smile spreading delightfully across his face.

Copia made his way to you, sitting beside you on the bench and placing his hands over your belly. "I have missed you all day. What was taking so long?" You asked him, making small talk–wanted him to think everything was business as usual.

"Well it was mostly some bureaucratic nonsense and budgetary things–nothing too bad…just long and boring." He replied. Copia bent down to plant a kiss on your small bump and then peck in your lips–the tease of it sending your desire into overdrive.

"Listen…um…I wanted to ask you if you could sneak away for a bit. Maybe take me to lunch? You asked him, uncrossing and recrossing your legs once again.

"I am sure I can find the time for you cara, what are you hungry for?"

"I was thinking we could go to that little place, the one that's over by the bookstore I love so much. I can't recall the name—"

"Cunettos? Pasta again cara, aren't you sick of it yet?" Copia laughed, your penchant for pasta, of any kind, on overdrive since becoming pregnant.

"Lol this coming from you?" You laughed back an eyebrow raised high, knowing just how much that man loved rigatoni. Wherever he wanted was fine, you weren't really after the pasta. It was only an excuse to lull him into thinking your intentions were innocent. Copia took your hand in his and gave it a squeeze.

"I see your point. Ok pasta it is…let me just drop these off in my office first." Copia said–it was exactly what you wanted to hear. The two of you walked hand in hand down the stairs and through the main hall. Copia's office was close, as you inched your way there you felt the heat inside you swirling, hoping he hadn't caught on just yet.

When you made it to the office, you let him walk in first. He went over to his desk and set his papers down and went to organize things absent-mindedly when he could hear the click of the lock. Copia stopped dead in his movements, his back still facing you. Copia smiled, still facing the Giacomo Borlone de Burchis painting that hung on the wall behind his desk. Suddenly your random visit to Imperator's office made sense.

"Amore? What are you thinking?" He asked you as he slowly turned around. You made your way over to him, stopping to slip out of your panties, stepping out of them as they hit the floor. Copia gulped, his cock already starting to bulge in his pants.

"What I'm thinking is—I want to ride my Papa, like the pale white horse I know he is." You purred, tracing your fingers along the lapel of his jacket. Copia's breathing, becoming harder as you grazed your thigh against the swell of his cock. He ran his fingers through your hair, taking in the scent of your perfume. You kissed along the side of his neck, dragging your tongue gently across his skin.

"Sí…mmm…amore mia. You know what that does to me." He began, his body beginning to melt from your touch, when he gripped your shoulders and pulled you to face him–his body now backed up firmly against his desk.

"What's wrong?" You asked, already knowing the answer. Copia's eyes left your gaze and fell to the small bump of your belly. He brought his hand there, pressing his lips together into a tight smile. Copia brought his other hand to your jawline, you nestled your face in his palm—it felt so good to be touched by him.

"I–I just don't want to risk anything. You know how much this means to me." He reaffirmed. You couldn't blame him. Of course he was concerned, not only was the child the heir to the Emeritus bloodline, but also his—yours. His anxious nature had gotten the best of him and you'd be damned if you'd let it go on any longer.

"Listen Cope, you haven't touched me in what feels like forever. I know you're trying to be gentle with me, but I promise you I won't break." Copia tried to speak, but you put your finger up, covering over his lips as you finished what you had to say. "Now you are going to drop those pants and fuck me to Hell and back right now!"

"Uh…do I have a choice?" Copia asked, a hint of humor in his tone. You pulled his arms off your shoulders and walked around him to his desk, swiping the surface clear of all the papers he just laid down on it, leaving a bare spot for the two of you. "I'm guessing that's a no."

"Right now Papa, you're mine." You growled, pushing him down onto his desk and unzipping his pants. You freed his cock from the confines of his boxers, the tip already wet with precum. Copia pulled himself up on his elbows as you finished pulling off his bottoms. Slowly you began to stroke his cock, your hand sliding up and down his shaft, the precum aiding you with a smooth glide.

"Oh fuck cara…mmmm…" Copia moaned. You dropped down, kissing and licking along the head and down the shaft of his fully erected cock. Copia moaning and mummering in Italian as you brought your lips over it, stretching your mouth around him and swallowing him back into the hollow of your throat. "Ahhh…oh cara…mmm." He continued, biting down on his lip and wiggling at your touch.

Now that you had him relaxed and ready it was time to strike. In one fell swoop you had his cock out of your mouth and were climbed on top of him. It had been a few months since you had him here, praying now the desk would still hold both of your weight. You hovered above him, the tip of his cock slightly grazing your dripping folds as you shifted into place.

"Are you sure it's safe?" He asked you, his hands on either side of your hips. Fingers kneading your flesh as his mouth hung up waiting for you to ride him. You grabbed on to him, lining him up and sinking down on him slowly.

"Ahhhh…I am very sure." You assured him, as you rose and fell on the length of his cock. Copia's head fell back. You felt even more blissful than he remembered. Your body, hugging him so deliciously tight that he had to concentrate not to cum. You were barely holding yourself together, his girth filling you so well that your sensitive cunt pulsed hard against him.

You gripped into his shoulders, getting your balance while you rocked your hips with his. You could feel every vein, every pulsation, every twitch of his cock. You know at this rate it wouldn't be long before you flooded his lap with the evidence of how good he made you feel. Then he did one of the things he knew sent you over the edge. Copia met every thrust of your hips with his own, slamming hard inside you–fucking up into you like his life depended on it.

"Oh fuck yes Copia! Ah–fuck me harder! I wanna taste it as you cum!" You cried, hanging on to him for dear life. The sounds of the two of you, surely now billowing into the hallway with the most lascivious of symphonies. The desk creaked loudly as the both you, determined to see each other to completion, pounded away on its surface.

"Sweet Lucifer, you are positively insatiable! Ah!" Copia cried out as you shifted him inside you, grinding your cunt down hard on him. Suddenly you felt it–that divine sensation of him beginning to swell. You buckled down, removing your hands from his shoulders and leaning back on his thighs and you both thrusted. "Ah fuck cara, I'm gonna cum for you!" Copia howled, quickening his pace.

Your body started to tremble, your breathing ragged as you felt the warmth of his cum filling you. "Ah!" You cried, the sensation, so good it sent you over. Your body melted into his, as you felt your cunt clamp down, milking his cock for every drop of cum he had in him. With your need finally satisfied, you collapsed on top of him, mindful of your belly.

"Mmmm avevi ragione amore, avremmo dovuto farlo prima." Copia hummed, kissing the top of your head. You lifted yourself up, feeling heavy and exhausted, Copia still seated inside you. "Are you alright?" He asked, still a lingering concern for you and the baby's wellbeing.

"Yes, Cope. We are just fine." You smiled bending down to give him a kiss, his spent cock slipping out from inside you as you did.

"Oh." You laughed, filling the loss of him as you sat back up, your very satisfied Papa smiling back up at you.

"Well if that's the case—give me 20 minutes and we go again, sí?" He growled. You sucked in your lower lip. Your body was so sensitive and hot, but knowing now you would never miss an opportunity again.

"Sí." You you hummed, a coy smile on your face.

Notes: avevi ragione amore, avremmo dovuto farlo prima- you were right honey, we should have done it sooner

[shearlin]

Word count: 2395

Chapter 6: Wind

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A day late but it's here!

This is a silly chapter, a tiny break from having angst in the first section :) I really like it. It inverts the formula of the previous chapters but I think it turned out okay.

A bit of a behind the scene update: I... might have scrapped 5k words of the 9th chapter because I didn't like how it was turning out. I've planned out and locked a new outline for it, but yeah I am really slow to write something new (that's the reason I've prewritten this fic before posting it excluding that last chapter, because 9 weeks is plenty of time, right?) and I hope I will be able to finish it on time, but... yeah :/

Anyway, Wind chapter is here! Enjoy :D

Barely a day has passed and Legend was already fed up. Worst part? He only had himself to blame.

He was justified as far as he was concerned. Not only was Ravio clearly going through his stuff and renting his adventure gear - again - they also only had a half an hour or so to spare to make a detour to his house and allow Legend to swap his gear and for all of them to restock potions and arrows at Ravio’s shop. They were in the middle of pursuit of a group of monsters. Who knew, what would the horde do if they let them get too far ahead or if the chain would be able to go back to his house once they finish the job.

The standard argument he had with Ravio almost every time he returned home after the merchant decided to move in, about whether the rental of his old gear was a good idea or not took him… more than they realised. 

So he kind of… shoved everything in sight into his bags and stormed off.

Well, not everything everything. He had a very good and clear reason to pack every single item he did and to leave those he didn’t behind.

If he could just remember what those reasons were now, that would be great.

If he could just remember what those reasons were now, that would be great.

So here he was. In another Hyrule, a day later, in the middle of the clearing where they made a camp to rest in for a day or two after the hard battle, trying to sort through the haphazardly grabbed items and somehow make his bag manageable again. He swore to every deity he knew the name of, if he would reach for one thing only to take out something completely different that was in its spot one more time- he was going to lose it.

“Need a hand with that, vet?” Four asked, keeping his distance outside of the circle of chaos around the other hero, doing impressively well to hide his amusement at the situation.

Four, among the others, tried to appeal to his reason when he was stuffing six-adventures-worth of items into his pouches. Only the fear of possible retaliation from the man with an entire arsenal in his back pocket stopped the ‘I told you so’s from spilling out.

“Do not touch my stuff,” he growled in response, putting all his seeds with the slingshot and the seed shooter - I never use scent seeds. Why do I still keep them with the rest? - and fishing out yet another shovel from the pile on the left, from between the different rods and canes. He knew he wanted to bring a backup to avoid the awkward situation from a week ago, when they were lacking in the equipment department but by Din this was an overkill.

Maybe they had a point. Maybe talking with Ravio distracted him too much after all…

“Why do you even have this many shovels? And why did you brin-? The question died on smithy’s lips at the murderous gaze Legend sent his way. “I’ll umm… I’ll be over there if you change your mind.”

With that, Four retreated to Sky and Hyrule on the other side of the camp, the three of them watching the whole ordeal from a safe distance.It didn’t mean he was left alone. Oh no. Far from that.

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