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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖀𝖘

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲/𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ x ɢɴ! ɴᴀ'ᴠɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴀᴏ'ɴᴜɴɢ

Tw: y/n being a bit mean, wounds, bit of jealousy, hunting, blood, skinning, cooking

Author’s note: I hope you guys like this part too, the reason why I used jaguar patterns on the na’vi was because I looked up an animals the Mayans worshipped and I came across the Jaguars. Writing about food makes me hungry XD

P.s. Also, idk how many parts of this series I should make, perhaps another ten? Or thirteen maybe?

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After breakfast, while Neytiri and Ronal went to talk with Nicté, both Y/n and Yolotli guided the boys around, showing them places they could go explore and such. The whole time, Y/n had been talking along with swearing in Yucatec, both Neteyam and Ao’nung had no idea what they had been saying, Yolotli had to translate to them, she apologized when Y/n had calledd them an insult such as ‘Idiota’, it was their own word for Skxawng.

The group of teens had arrived at a small opening in the forest, that was around where the volcano was. Some girls who they assumed were y/n’s friends tagged along, again speaking in Yucatec to one another. They kept looking at them males and saying things about them, some had been staring a bit to long at them, even giving them smiles and giggling when they caught the boys off guard.

“Okay, first, you must make a bond with the Nì’awve “ she said, turning to the woods and began to make a hissing noise, having her tongue between her teeth. Then movements from the bushes came, two large creatures came out. they were large snakes with coal colored skin that apparently was hard as the volcanic rock, they were almost as big as a Thanator. “You must bond with them, once the bond is done, then you will learn the ways of how to control fire” she said.

Y/n had been chating with her friends, then she saw that the Ni’awve had arrived, then stopped and said. “Le ba'ala' kun u jats'utsile' “ this should be fun, then they departed from her friends walked over next to Yolotli. “Who wants to go first? I mean unless you’re scared” they said making the other girls laugh. Yolotli gave them a warning look. Neteyam and Ao’nung looked at one another. “I’ll go” Neteyam said walking over.

“Okay, just stay calm” Yolotli said as she helped Neteyam get onto the beast. “Its important to have a good position” she said as she began to position him the proper way. Yolotli then carefully went behind the beast’s head and got a small antenna. “Here, make the bond” she said as Neteyam then grabbed his queue and attached it to the beasts. Then the Ni’awve began to shift harshly, but he held on tightly to the beasts. “Its okay, be calm” Yolotli said as Y/n was holding back laughter “you also, might want to hang on tightly” they said as then the Beast just took off.

Neteyam held onto it for dear life, the Ni’awve was going too fast, he tried to remain calm but the beasts movements were making it difficult. The beast continued to move fast and out of control, then out of no where the animal had thrown Neteyam off. He had landed on the floor hard, while he was laying on the floor in pain, he heard the group of girls and Y/n laughing their heads off.

“Neteyam!” Yolotli shouted as she ran over to the boy on the ground. “Are you okay?” she asked, helping him sit up. “Yeah, just... in pain” he said rubbing his back. “Its okay, I fell my first time too, would you like to try another day?” she asked then Neteyam shook his head. “No, I’ll do it again” he said as Yolotli nodded and helped him up, walking over to where the beast went, back to the group.

Y/n was still chuckling with tears in her eyes, Neteyam also noticed that Ao’nung was trying so hard not to laugh. “Sorry, its just” Ao’nung said as he then just laughed. Neteyam glared at him, this reminded him of the time when Lo’ak had fallen off his Ilu. “Are you going again or have you give up already?” y/n asked Neteyam who walked over back to the beast. “I’m going again” he said as Yolotli got a settle for the beast, she got it from one of the girls who was holding two saddles. Once she put the settle on the beast, Neteyam hopped on, sitting on the beast’s back. “Suit yourself” y/n said smirking at them. Yolotli gave Neteyam an apologetic look “be careful” she said.

Neteyam connected his queue into the beast, then the beast took off again. This time Neteyam was holding tightly onto the saddle. When the beast took off, this time Neteyam held on tightly into the saddle, he was going to bond with the beast no matter what, even if he had to fall accouple more times, he will bond with it. After a little while from riding the Ni’awve he didn’t fall, this time the creature seemed more friendly towards him. He had bonded with the beast.

He let out a victory cry, also seeing that the group of girls looked stoned, they celebrated as well. Yolotli ran over to him with a smile on her face. “You did it! You bonded!” smiling at him. Neteyam had forgotten about his injury, after wards he then felt the pain come back. The adrenaline had worn off and he groaned in pain. Yolotli than helped him down from his now beast. “You okay?” she asked as he just nodded. “Yeah, it just hurts” he mumbled as Yolotli walked him over to y/n.

“Y/n/n? Can you take Neteyam to mama?” she asked as y/n who had not said a word nodded. “Yeah, lets go” they said, leading Neteyam away while Yolotli helped Ao’nung. As they walked side to side, y/n spoke. “I had to admit, that was impressive of you Netnet” they said smirking at the boy, they noticed how his cheeks turned purple. “Thank you” he said as they both arrived at a small hut

It was similar to a home like his temporary one, except there was a small cot, two little stoles, some herbs hanging on the wall, and on the middle was small fire bit, which was lit while a small caldron hanged above the fire. He saw a woman there, she was making something on the small table that was on the corner of the hut. “Mama? I need your help” y/n said as the woman turn to look at her.

The woman was just like everyone else, pale skin, and dotted patterns. Her eyes were a golden color, her hair was as long as her queue, she was wearing an bld dark blue huipil skirt with different patterns, that went from her waist to her calves, she had no top on, thankfully her hair was the thing that covered her chest. She had also had a symbol drawn on her chest and others symbols on her cheeks near her mouth. She had wooden earrings and a piercing at the bottom of her lip just like Yolotli. Neteyam did not miss her beauty, she seemed as if she was gift from Eywa.

“Oh, what happened?” the women asked, taking Neteyam by the arm gently, guiding him to sit on the stole. “He fell off the Ni’awve” y/n said chuckling, the woman examined him. There were some scrapes on his back and elbows, the woman then got some water from a bucket and began to clean his wounds with a cloth. She had a very gentle touch “y/n make some tea” the woman said as y/n nodded and got to making tea. They took some dried herbs from the wall and got to work, crushing the leaves and putting them in the caldron with water to boil.

After the woman was done cleaning his wounds, she got a little bowl with a strange colored paste and began to put some of the paste on him. Neteyam winced in pain, it burned. “I’m sorry that it hurts, but this should heal your wounds.” The woman said as she she continued. Y/n had approached with a cup, that had the steaming tea and handed it to the woman. “Here drink this, it may taste bad but it will help with the pain, it best to drink it hot” she said smiling. Neteyam nodded and drank the tea fast, it tasted horrible and it was hot.

“Oh, how rude of me, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Patli, I am the mother of both y/n and Yolotli.” She said kindly at the boy. “Its a pleasure to meet you” he said smiling at her. Patli smiled and walked over to the table that had freshly cut herbs, taking some and tied them with a smile string. She walked over and handed them to him, along with a little wooden tin with that paste. “If the pain comes back, you can make a tea with these herbs or you can chew them. They should take the pain away.” She said kindly. “Thank you ma’am” Neteyam said respectfully to her.

“Okay, we’ll be on our way” y/n said as Patli pulled them into a side hug and kissed their forehead. “Stay out of trouble now” she said as but y/n let out a dramatic gasp “me? causing trouble? never” they said as Patli gave her a look of ‘I know how you are’. Both y/n and Neteyam walked out of the hut. “Patli is very nice” Neteyam said as y/n responded as they walked back to where the rest of the teens were. “I mean, where do you think Yolotli got her kindness?” they said. “So, it was her that birthed her?” he asked as y/n nodded. “Yup! and my other mother Nicte gave birth to me” they said. Now it made since, y/n shared a lot of Nicte’s traits and Yolotli shared a lot from Patli’s traits.

When they returned to the spot, Ao’nung was on the back of an Ni’awve, he seemed to had got the hang of beast, he probably already bonded with it. The group of girls then spotted Neteyam and ran towards his direction, all the girls had tried to get a hold of him. “That was so amazing!” one of them said, then another much taller girl chimed in “yeah, who would of thought a forest na’vi would bond with a Ni’awve” she said a bit too flirty. Other girls had chimed in talking over each other, completing Neteyam.

Y/n had been watching the whole time, and for some reason, they did not liked how her friends were putting hands on the boy na’vi. They glared at the group of girls trying to get Neteyam’s attention. “He is a ladies magnet alright” Ao’nung who was now standing next to you said. “Really?” y/n asked looking at him, the Metkayina boy nodded “Yup, back home he had a load of girls chasing after him.” He said as Y/n continued to watch. “Where is Yolotli?” they asked “oh, she went with my mother and Neytiri, she said she wanted to teach them how to cook stuff from here.” He said.

Then y/n got an idea “would you like to go hunting?” they asked as Ao’nung saw the smirk on their face, a toothy smirk he already knew to well. He couldn’t help but also notice some jade gems on their teeth. “Sure, why not” he said as Neteyam had managed to get away from the group of girls towards Ao’nung and y/n. “What are you two planning?” he asked as y/n responded. “We’re going hunting, I want to see how good you are” they said as they began to walk away. The boys followed y/n, they had gone towards her home which was the giant pyramid. They walked all the way to the top, y/n had no problem, but both Ao’nung and Neteyam got exhausted, as soon as they got to the top, they dropped to the floor trying to catch their breath. Y/n had gone in to get their weapon of choice.

Once they came out, they had three spears, a knife and a Macuahuitl. “Come on, lets go” they said walking down the steps. The boys looked at each other then groaned. They all walked down the steps, again both boys were exhausted. The trio reached the forest, then y/n began to give each boy a spear. They had tied their Macuahuitl onto their hip. “Okay, now that we are all set, lets go.” They said as they went into the woods.

They went deep into the woods, trying to find a prey. They continued to walk until y/n stopped. “Listen” they said, they all stayed quiet, listening to the forest at first but they began to hear heavy sounds, sounds of an animal. Y/n then began to climb on a tree, Neteyam followed while Ao’nung also followed but he had was having a difficult time climbing. Y/n crawled near a hug branch, staying quiet as possible, looking down, spotting a Tapirus, by it self, eating the grass peacefully.

y/n turned to see the boys behind them, they lifted their finger to their lip, signaling them to stay quiet. They then got their spear, aiming the weapon towards the animal. y/n waited for a bit before throwing the weapon, hitting the creature in the right spot, instantly killing it. “Yes!” y/n said in victory, both Neteyam and Ao’nung were surprised. “Damn” Neteyam said as Ao’nung had his jaw dropped. “I guess we’ll be having menudo or may be Chile Colorado” they said as they jumped down to retrieve the creature, the boys followed behind. “Chile what now?” Ao’nung said confused making y/n roll their eyes. “Chile Colorado, its a dish, very spicy, the spicier the better for me” they said.

Y/n pulled out the spear from the creature, getting some blood on them, some landed on their face. They touched the spot on their cheek which had blood, and they licked the blood of their fingers. Neteyam and Ao’nung looked at one another surprised by their action. “So, where else should we hunt for?” they asked as Neteyam then said “Fish? Do you guys eat fish?” he asked as y/n responded “we rarely eat fish, we like to eat meat, we could go for some fish” they said. Y/n had picked up the animal, carrying it on their back as if it were nothing to them.

“Would you like me to carry it for you?” Neteyam asked as y/n looked at him with an eye brow raised. “Are you sure?” they asked as Neteyam nodded. “Okay” they said removing the animal from their back and put it on Neteyam’s back. As soon as the beast was on his back, he nearly fell, the creature was heavier than him, he tried to stay up the creature’s heaviness was greater. “You need help there?” Ao’nung asked with a smirk. “N-no.. I’m doing just fine” he said as he nearly was about to fall. “Yeah, give it here” y/n said taking the creature off his back. “You okay?” they asked Neteyam who was catching his breath. “Never.. been better..” he said trying to catch his breath.

They continued their hunting. They had arrived at a river nearby, both boys had jumped into the water in search for fish. They had been in the river for a while, catching as many fish as they could. After a while they had got a lot of fish, enough for a lot of people eat. They began to head back to the village, back to the boy’s temporary home. Yolotli had been there helping both Ronal and Neytiri with the cooking. She had brought them a clay cooking pot along with other dishes. “We’re back” Neteyam said getting their attention. “Oh you brought Tapirus” Yolotli said as Y/n placed the creature down “yeah, we could teach them how to make Chile Colorado.” They suggested, as Yolotli responded. “That sounds good, I’ll have to go get some Red Chiles though” she said giving both Ronal and Neytiri a polite smile and living to get red chiles.

Y/n began to skin the animal while both Ao’nung and Neteyam watched, as they skinned the fish they brought. The boys had skinned animals before, but they this was different, they watched them with fascination, as if they wanted to watch them do this for a life time. They were both snapped out of their thought when Ronal had called them over to bring her the fish. Y/n had put the remainings of the animal in a basket so that they could feed it to the Ni’awve. Yolotli had returned with the chiles. That whole after noon they had been cooking. Since they were going to stay with them for a while, they might as well learn.

Yolotli had been teaching both adult women how to make the red Chile Sause, while y/n was showing the two boys how to cook the Tapirus meet for the stew. They also added other ingredients to the stew. They had also introduced them to red rice. After the food was ready, Neteyam and Ao’nung had invited both y/n and Yolotli to stay for dinner, as a way to thank them in helping them that they. They both stayed to eat dinner with the family.

Everyone was talking about their day and other stuff that will be happening towards the week. During the conversation, Ao’nung mouth had been on fire, due to the food being very spicy, he nearly drank all the water just to cool off his tongue. Y/n had been laughing since they weren’t used to eating spicy things. Both Y/n and Yolotli had been eating the spicy stew as if it were no problem. After dinner, y/n and Yolotli helped clean up and left back home due to getting dark.

That night both Neteyam and Ao’nung couldn’t really sleep, they had been thinking y/n and y/n only. They really couldn’t understand why they had been thinking of the Tsahìk ‘s child. They weren’t sure why, but they both knew that sooner or later something more might happen.

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letshavedeernnertogether · 1 month

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We'll meet again

the plot is: (Y/n) started a new life, but every day she feels more and more lonely.

tw: a short episode with being attacked by a thief, Alastor is little bit out of character and he also lives through some trouble times, possibly grammar mistakes (english is not my mother-tongue.) I guess that's all. Well, maybe a little bit angst but there will be a happy ending (if I may call it like this)

I'm sorry it took so long, I had another busy week at university. I guess fics will appear once every in seven to ten days

The part three, by your side

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(Y/n) had been living in New Orleans for three years already. She liked this city very much. It captivated her with its charm and picturesque streets.

She had a job that didn't bring her much earnings, but brought her a lot of joy. She made the podcasts about literature. (Y/n) usually told about classics but she loved the most to tell about the older books, that were not popular in modern world. She liked to popularize the unknown, yet interesting books, because their influence was as strong as the influence of more popular stories.

From the money that was her dowry she bought a house. It located outskirts and stood alone near a forest, so (Y/n) felt herself like she was at home, but nobody demanded anything of her now. She also liked this house being near the forest, because it was very important to her to be close to nature. She did her strolls under the majestic branchy trees almost everyday and couldn't hide a smile when she understood how many deer lived in this area.

People said that this house once belonged to a famous radio host who was also a serial killer, whose crimes were discovered only after his death. He buried a body in the forest and a hunter mistook him for a deer and shot him.

(Y/n) softly smiled when she first heard this story. It was just a hearsay, a very old story, but (Y/n) liked the thought that she lived in the house of her devil.

When (Y/n) moved in her new house, the neighbours knew about it only after a week. Her nearest neighbours, a married couple with already grown-up children, who lived in fifteen minutes walk, came to her to congratulate with the new home. (Y/n) gave them a welcome, not too warm, and never let anyone in again.

She got a reputation of an unsociable and reserved lady very quickly. Nobody knew where she was from. Her speech was strange. She had a strange accent and knew many languages, but she didn't speak any of them as it was her native. She seemed out of this world. She usually appeared on the streets early in the morning or in the late evening. She wore long dresses, a long pearl beads like in 20's and a black veil, covering the upper part of her face.

She didn't have much aquaintences, didn't have friends. Sometimes she went to the city to the meetings to discuss some business, connected with her podcast. Rarely (Y/n) invited somebody in her place. It was only women. But she never let them to cross the threshold. (Y/n) and her guests sat in the garden in the backyard and chated about something.

(Y/n) liked her life in New Orleans. She didn't feel alone, didn't feel any pressure of her family. She felt absolutely free and safe.

The one thing that didn't leave her mind was he.

She missed him every day.

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Once in the late evening she was on her way home from the studio. She recorded an excellent podcast! She was sure, it wouldn't be popular, but it wasn't the main thing. She did her job because she liked it. All she had to do is to read, to write scenarios, to talk about her favorite topics and then she just had to apply the necessary effects and cut out what didn’t sound very good. That day she talked about a German novel from neinteenth century.

"Salutations, my dear hearers! Today I will tell you about the miraculous story of Peter Schlemihl. The man without his shadow... Hahaha! Oh, my! whenever I read this story I can't stop laughing! I'm very sorry for Peter and for his solitude, of course, but don't you think that he could benefit from his position? I mean, he had no shadow, so what?! People should be afraid of him, but instead of it, he was afraid of them! I find it quiet pathetic..."

"Moreover he had the devil's help by his side. But he failed to benefit from the deal. He chose money, another stupid decision of him. I would choose something more potent, what I could you use both on earth and in hell."

"Well, I shouldn't to tell you everything at once, when you probably haven't even read this book. So, let me to discuss the author's life with you, it was no less entertaining."

She enjoyed that day. She was walking along the road on the grass and thought about devils, shadows, contracts...

(Y/n) thought about Alastor. About his voice, which she hadn't heard for three years already; she thought about his smile, words, touches, protection.

His protection.

"What on earth does "choose wisely" means?" (Y/n) muttered, "Won't I stop trusting anyone the moment they attack me? Well, let's imagine. I did trust somebody, and allow them to be too close to me, but the moment they, for example, raise a knife over me, they wouldn't be the ones I trust anymore, would they? But why then does this point exist at all?"

(Y/n) didn't know that the answer was on her way.

She heard steps behind her and turned back. She saw a silhouette. It was in several meters behind her, quickly steping forward. (Y/n) saw that this person had a gored skirt and a leather coat.

"Only a woman," (Y/n) thought and breathed a sight of relief.

She turned around and continued her way, trying to remember what she was thinking about.

She walked without thoughts for some time. The night air was chill, and she breathed it with pleasure.

Suddenly the steps behind her became louder, and, before (Y/n) could thought anything, she felt that something squeezed her neck. Something thin cut into her skin. She began to suffocate. (Y/n) tried to remove that thing from her neck, but it was too tight. She heard the woman's voice behind her, "Hush, everything will be alright, I won't hurt you." (Y/n) felt that she was losing consciousness. Her eyes rolled up and legs gave way.

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As she opened her eyes, she felt a strong headache. With a weak moan she sat. She felt dizzy, but cool and wet morning air made her feel better. It was dawning. The sky was grey. A light fog surrounded her. The crows croaked in the woods. It was still dark but just in several minutes the sun would rise. How long had she been lying on the road? She touched her neck and saw little blood stains on her fingertips.

That woman... What did she do?

(Y/n) checked her bag and understood that that woman robbed her.

So what did that mean? It meant that (Y/n) relaxed when she saw, that she was stalked by a woman. (Y/n) never thought that any woman could rob the other one. She sighed deeply, stood up and slowly headed for her home. Her knees were shaking.

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She looked in the mirror. Pale face, dirty hair, a red line on her neck. It looked like (Y/n) was beheaded and then put her head on the place again.

She took a bath, treated the wound, changed her clothes. She was depressed and didn't want to think about anything.

In silence she moved to the desk where she worked. The best way no to think about anything is working. So now she was going to edit her last podcast.

When she heard her own voice, deriding the shadowless man, she couldn't help watch at her shadow. It was deeply black as usual, so black that it could be seen even in the darkness of the night. Just like on the road last night. Did that woman noticed the anomaly? (Y/n) didn't know, but even if so, the woman didn't run away in fear, she made her to lose consciousness and robbed her. The woman didn't care about who or what was (Y/n), the woman only wanted to get what she desired.

So maybe she wasn't the only one like that? Other people, desired something and saw no obstacles, they also did not care about essence of her and her shadow.

That meant that if (Y/n) wanted to be never harmed, she couldn't trust anyone.

She looked at her shadow again. At his shadow. She craved for seeing him again. It was so long.

She stood up, brought a candlestick from the living-room and matches from the kitchen and headed for a corridor at the far end of the house.

This corridor was the longest in the house and it was dead-ended. If the killer from the past had kept his victims in this house, and if they had tried to escape, they would probably have been caught in this hallway.

When (Y/n) moved to the house, she did some minor renovations: changed the wallpaper, updated the furniture that was too old and falling apart. She left the paintings, photos even and hunting trophies. A lot of antlers were hanging on the walls in this long and broad corridor.

She stopped in front of the dead-ended wall. It was also the darkest place in the house, as it had no windows. The only source of light were the candles in the sconce. She placed the candlestick on the floor and sat between it and the wall back to the candles, so a big black shadow fell on the yellow wallpaper.

She was waiting. Just give him time and he'll come.

Slowly the shadow grew bigger. Antlers grew on its head big as the branches of a tree. Its shoulders became sharper and its neck lengthened. An old radio, which she thought was no longer working, suddenly turned on. A soft white noise filled the hallway. She didn't move when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"I apologize, my dear, but I cannot be by your side right now," He said very quietly, she barely heard him because of the crackling. She didn't say anything.

"I have some business... that I must complete." He said it, drowning in the white noise more. She knew it meant that he was exasperated.

"Are you in hell now?" (Y/n) asked without taking eyes from the macabre shadow.

"I am, dear." His voice became softer. "We met in wrong time, mon cher..." Quiet calmy crackle. "I wish we could meet more often."

"I was attacked." (Y/n) said as soon as he finished his sentence. Not because she didn't want to listen to him. The point was her eyes we're filling with tears as she heard his tender whispering. She didn't want to cry if he couldn't wipe of her tears away.

The corridor filled with a nervous crackling. It took long enough for him to answer.

"And how could it happened? Don't you trust anyone?"

"It was a woman," She answered, as it could explain anything.

"Ah, now I see."

Somnolent noise filled the air again. She noticed how strange he was this time. He usually knew what to say and never kept silence for too long.

"Tell me, how are you, dear?"

"I'm fine."

She couldn't take this suffocating atmosphere anymore. Suddenly she wanted to scream his name, to cry, to crash the radio, where he was hiding. She felt hate and despair, love and hope.

The shadow moved, as if the candles' flame was disturbed by somebody's inaccurate movement. The white noise almost disappeared, and she felt somebody's presence behind.

She was still sitting on the floor and saw two shadows on the yellow wall. Her usual, yet too black, shadow and his one, with deer ears, little cute antlers and a cane in the hand. His shadow leaned over her and she felt his breath on her cheek and then her neck.

"It won't work that way," he whispered, looking at the red line, crossing her neck. "Are you sure, you don't want to rewrite the contract?" She heard a smile in his words.

"I assure you that it will not happen again. No one can even come close to me."

"I see," (Y/n) could feel like his words touching her skin. She was glad, she was sitting on the floor, otherwise she could fall because her knees were too weak.

Their shadows blended in one.

His wet lips gently touched her wound. She felt his sharp fangs on her skin. (Y/n) didn't want to move away, she wanted to press herself to his mouth. Alastor raised his head higher, leaving a trace of hot breath on her cold skin, and left a kiss on the crown of her head.

She saw Alator's shadow bent in the waist and his head touching hers, when he left the gentle quick kiss.

He straightened up.

"Remember your words, dear. I don't want to see any wounds on you, unless I gave them," He chuckled. "Until we meet again, dear."

The sound of his footsteps faded away until another radio crackle was heard. It spilled over into an old song, repeating his last words.

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Since that day (Y/n) became more isolated. She stopped to invite anybody even in her garden. Her reputation of an uncommunicative woman became stronger. She only read books, recorded podcasts and made her forest strolls, which became more frequent.

(Y/n) didn't feel lonely.

Since last meeting of her and Alastor, the shadow became more independent. When (Y/n) was alone, the shadow could change its form, it smiled and grimaced. Sometimes it could even take a physical form. Then (Y/n) could even touch it.

Slowly the shadow turned into something more than a dark figure underfoot. It became her friend.

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Several years had passed. (Y/n) had fame and yet she still was the biggest mystery for her listeners and residents. But she had tired of her loneliness. She didn't want to accept that she could feel lack of intimacy. All this years she ignored that feeling, but every day it became stronger. It was eating her alive. The shadow was friend, indeed, it protected her and saved in time of need, from both men and women. People dissapered and nobody could find any trace of them. It brought (Y/n) joy at first, but with time she tired of suspicious glances and the strangers under her windows. They were so annoying...

His shadow could even touch her, it could embrace her, they even danced sometimes, but she still felt like something was missing.

It was like you watch at a home landscape and understands that something has changed, but you can't understand what. Until you notice that an old tall tree didn't touched the sky with its green leaves anymore.

She couldn't deny that she missed Alastor. Not just felt longing for him, she felt like she had missed him, as if she had lost him. This feeling grew stronger with everyday.

"I need him more then ever," (Y/n) thought. Being without him felt like a torture. The feeling of losing him scared her. Couldn't he die in the hell? She didn't want to even think about it. The pain grew stronger, when she realised that it was his home town, it was his house, it was his shadow. He was everywhere, and yet never beside her. Just a torture.

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"I WANT YOU TO FUCKING COME!" She screamed at the top oh her voice; so load that her throat hurt. She suffocated with sobbing. She felt so furious. (Y/n) had cast the spell for three times already, but he hadn't come.

She needed him, she wanted him; why was he ignoring her call?

She hated him that moment and hated herself. He promised to come whenever she wanted him, but he had been ignoring her for all these years.

"ALASTOR!"

Suddenly a flash of bright green light filled the room. Shadow tentacles were moving in the the fog. In this explosion (Y/n) saw his figure. Alastor was down on all fours, as if he was suffocating from pain. When the green fog disappeared (Y/n) noticed that his eyes were coloured in black. He glanced at her from under his forehead, and his eyes changed into their usual crimson colour. His red hair stood on end, his teeth were sharper than usual, the tails of his frock coat were tore. All his appearance told (Y/n) that something had happened with him. She had never seen him... so weak.

He looked away and stood up. The macabre lights and shadows disappeared. He looked normally now. Alastor stood opposite (Y/n) with his shoulders wide and with a self-satisfied smile.

"Verily, my dear, your command is much stronger then powers of overlords of hell."

She stood silently. He had come. Tears of rage ran down her face.

"Why, my dear!" Alastor exclaimed in surprise, "What has happened?" He made a step forward her and leaned over, "Why are you crying?"

She looked at him with her eyes burning with anger, "Why? Why?! You're asking me why?!"

Alastor didn't expect such fit of anger. He drew himself up and let her to continue. As she screamed, she gesticulated wildly, pulled her hair and looked at him like mad.

She didn't care who she was yelling at. She was devilishly angry and wanted to let all her anger out. He didn't stop her, letting her to vent all the emotions, even if he found it extremely senseless.

"I've been crying for you for..! for four years! I tried to summon you for numerous times! And you never showed up! Tell me, is the hell so far, that you can't even hear my screams, my cries, my prayers to you?!"

Her fury almost frightened him, and he thought what a powerful overlord could she be. Even a human she was frightful. She knew black magic, she didn't care for people's lives, she loved only herself and her power. But her words made him to feel pain I'm his chest. She was so deeply hurt. He was the cause of the pain, and for the first time in his life, he didn't like it.

She stopped screaming. She breathed more heavily and looked at him with teaful eyes. Pain in his chest became stronger.

Alastor said, pressing his hand to the chest, "I am ever so sorry, my dear. I apologize. There are some forces... That I can't resist."

(Y/n) was silence for several minutes. He couldn't understand what was on her mind. And then she said the thing Alastor didn't expect to hear, "I forgive you."

These words hit him. She said it so seriously, with clear eyes. He always tried to act like a gentleman, as his mother though him, but when he apologized, he always felt superior to others. He looked up on others with a wide smile. He found it funny, how he could to say "magic words" and then people or demons actually could take their armour off. But was he like that towards her? She was hurt by him indeed and yet she forgave him. Alastor understood that he needed her to forgive him, and that he apologized with all his heart. He felt sorry that they hadn't seen for so long. He missed (Y/n). And he was also glad that she summoned him in the moment, when he was in a quiet unpleasant situation. So, he was assuredly sincere.

But still he was amazed.

She looked at him, already calmed down. Alastor stared at her in wonder.

"We all have some... Difficult things to do sometimes, don't we?"

"Yes, indeed, dear."

(Y/n) looked at grandfather clock and asked Alastor, "And I suppose we don't have so much time, do we?"

He looked at the time too. If he weren't in the state he was now, they would have a lot more time.

"I'm afraid you're right, dear."

"How long?" She still looked at the clock.

"Until the dawn, I believe," He said quietly, coming closer to her.

"Only six hours," Murmured (Y/n) and turned to Alastor so quickly, he stopped in wonder, "Then you will do everything I ask."

"And I ask you now," She continued, because Alastor was silent, "to stay with me for this night, and you won't disappear or go away."

"If you wish, my dear."

(Y/n) took a candlestick from a commode.

"Follow me," She said.

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Alastor followed her through the dark corridors lightend only by the candles in her hand. The walls were lined with woods, the furniture was old-fashioned, some floorboards creaked underfoot. He couldn't take his eyes off every object that arose in the dim candlelight, when they passed by. Alastor knew, if (Y/n) weren't here with her light he still would have found the way to the bedroom where they headed for. Everything was very familiar. His heart was aching.

"My dear, tell me, is this house- "

"Your house?" She interrupted him, not turning back, "Yes, it is."

Alastor heard smile in her words.

"Honestly, I didn't know it was yours when I bought it. Well, I was told that a serial killer lived here, but I thought it was just a commercial. But I understood that it was true, when I realised how hard it was to get it. After all, I had enough money to buy anything I wanted to."

"So they remember me?"

"Of course they do!"

Alastor was pleasantly surprised. He was an unknown serial killer and a famous radio host when he was alive. He liked his double life, but he liked more when people were afraid of him. And he was a little sorry, that no one knew about his crimes, when he was alive. And when (Y/n) told him the legends about him, how children frightened each other with stories of his deeds, Alastor was glad.

They came up to the bedroom door. (Y/n) stopped and asked Alastor to wait outside the door until she changed her clothes. As she disappeared behind the door, her shadow slipped under the door, mergering with his one. He tipped his head, looking at it.

In the bedroom (Y/n) changed her dress to a cotton nightgown in nineteenth century style. She turned on the lamps on the night tables and saw her shadow. It was her own shadow. Pale, dim, so abnormal. (Y/n) thought how defective looked her shadow without deep black colour of him.

She hastened to the door and let Alastor in. As he entered, the shadow backed to her. She breathed a sight of relief, but she thought about her addiction to the power and him.

She slowly came up to a big bed and lay under the blanket. The demon stood still in front of the bed. It wasn't his mother's bed, that once stood hear in this room. Some thoughts from his past filled his mind.

"Com here," He heard (Y/n)'s voice. She sat in the bed, surrounded by dark-red and white pillows. Her hair was plaited, naking her neck; she looked innocent in the nightdress, fit loosely on her body.

"Pardon?"

"I said," She said with a smile, beating each word with her palm on the mattress, "Come. Here."

He slowly came up, and sat down next to her. She glanced at him with a blink of fun in her eyes.

"Tell me," She said with a sly smile, "Do you have hooves?"

Alastor looked at her frowning but still with a smile.

"Just wondering," She smiled softly, "I just can't let you in my bed unless you take off your shoes."

She looked extremely cunning but he still saw traces of sadness in her eyes. He definitely didn't like what she invented to do, yet he took his shoes off and even his coat and lay beside her.

(Y/n) looked down on him and lay.

They looked at each other in silence in dim lightened room. She didn't realise how much she missed his crimson eyes, his wide sly smile, his funny sharpe ended nose and his deer ears. Several minutes ago she was so mad, she could kill him. Now she thought that to spend time together was much worth than any fights. (Y/n) moved closer to him and lay her head on his chest. Alastor turned on the side, so she clung closer to him. One of his hand laid under her head, other one embraced her waist. Alastor knew, her height was above average, but in his arms she still was very small.

"Do you demons ever sleep?" She wispered.

"Yes, dear, we do," He answered with a quite chuckle, "But not me, I'm afraid. Insomnia."

(Y/n) felt heat of his body. She clung even closer to get warm. Alastor's touches and breath were very hot; his breath tickled her skin; his right hand patted her head, and his left one squeezed her waist. She felt his claws gently touching her scalp and it gave shiver down her spine. The atmosphere of dark bedroom, his soft touches and quite radio crackling, his warm made her eyes close.

"I'm afraid to fall asleep." She mumbled and opened her eyes. Alastor saw her eyelashes were trembling.

"Why, my dear?"

"I want to feel you presence," She spoke very quietly, "but if I fell asleep, I wouldn't feel you anymore. And I want to spend every twinkle we have together."

(Y/n) felt his breath above her head and how he pressed his lips to the crown of her head. Then he pulled slightly back to look at her, and he saw tears in her eyes. He didn't like tears, especially when it was so much of them. With his long forefinger Alastor gently wiped her tears away.

"My dear," His voice was very low, "What is use of crying? I'm here. Wasn't that you wish?"

"It was, right, I just... Uh. Well, I missed you much and now..." She hid her head in Alastor's chest. She remembered last four years. And three years before it. The memory of her pale shadow flashed in her mind and (Y/n) shrank. It seemed like she wanted to bury herself in his rib cage. "To be honest I don't like my life. It feels like a threshold of life. Your power and protection freshed me, but I still feel like I don't belong to this world."

Alastor silently listened to her. Her breath became more intermittent, and he understood that she was crying again.

"I hate myself for being addicted to you, and yet I'm still like this. I'm so weak, so pathetic. I'm not even sure if you want my soul... It's the darkest and the coldest place in the whole Universe. It is more greedy and merciless than the Black Hole. But there is the only star in it. Just one warm star. And it burns for you. For you only, whatever you like it or not."

Alastor was impressed with her such poetic speech, but for the woman who had spent her entire life communicating only with books, this was normal, he thought.

"The only star in her soul that burns only for him," He thought. Such a lost girl. Such a lost soul. But he felt a strange longing for her. He didn't understand it and didn't like it. But he couldn't help it. Just as she couldn't stop her tears, he couldn't stop himself to touch her, to press his lips against her head, to call her "dear" putting a special meaning into the word.

She looked into his eyes and then looked down at his lips. They were the same colour as his skin — grey. She was looking there for too long, and Alastor raised an eyebrow, smiling expectantly. She leaned to him, but Alastor shown his teeth in a smile and moved a little bit back. (Y/n) smiled to him and left a kiss on his forehead. Alastor felt his cheeks pinked up.

"I'm sorry," She wispered and buried herself in his chest again. She didn't cry anymore, just lay in his arms movelsee as if she was already dead.

He was thinking. It could really be the last night they spend together. He didn't know when he would be free again. He tried to do everything that was possible, but it was still not enough to get back his freedom, to find the backdoor of that deal. But while he was here, in this house and in this room, with (Y/n) by his side, he could not to think about it.

Alastor made a decision. He made (Y/n) lie on her back and leaned over her. She opened her eyes in wonder, as he put one on his hand on her shoulder so she couldn't move. (Y/n) tried to bend her knees but touched his foot, no, his hoof. It gave her a very strange feeling, making her blushed. Alastor made the lamps to light even dimmer, and (Y/n) could see now, that his eyes radiated the red light. She opened her month to say something, but he leaned lower and kissed her. It was a long, deep kiss. His mouth was hot and wet, and she slowly closed her eyes. The metallic taste filled her mouth and she felt the touch of his tongue. She quietly moaned, and he pressed closer. His hands were searching her body; the lamps lighted up brightly and then go out again; she embraced him tight; sometimes she gently touched his ears and softly laughed, when they twitched, and he looked at her with assumed displeasure.

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After several days the newspapers told about a woman died in the forest near her house, in the house where a famous serial killer had once lived, and in the forest where the killer had died. It was after two weeks since (Y/n) and Alastor had met for the fourth time. After that night she woke up alone. She was the happiest and the saddest person in the same time. She went to the woods and didn't appear again. Some of her colleagues became worried and decided to visit her, dispite the fact tha she didn't receive anyone. The house was silent, and they checked the garden that was also empty. And then they went to the forest. They were looking for her for several hours and found her under a tree, a big and wide pine. A young deer bent over her body. It disappeared into the depths of the forest, seeing people. Her body had already begun the process of rotting. It was hard to name the cause of her death. There were only theories. People called the house where she had lived cursed. They told eerie stories about the deer in the woods. What a strange animal, they told, one man was mistook for a one and got shot, and other woman was guarded by the same animal. Residents noticed that with the death of the woman, people stopped disappearing without a trace. But none of the bodies were ever found. So New Orleans residents decided, that the famous podcast host was the murderer, and that she had a unique way of disposal of the bodies. People made up legends about a foreign woman who killed her enemies, guarded by the spirit of a last-century killer and who was friends with his shadow...

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A new overlord appeared in the hell. A woman in a long black dress, with green wide eyes and big antlers. Nobody knew her name, and she was called The Wood Witch. The Radio Demon was especially close to her. Soon they took control over the hell. They were the most dangerous and enigmatic overlords. They never seperated from each other. Those demons who still believed in love considered them the most lovely couple. They captured the hell and nobody dared to stand in their way.

the end

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invitation for a deernner: @noraunor

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #alastor

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apio-con-limon · 2 years

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reflexión “una chica del siglo xx”

me dio muchísima pena la película, dio un giro tan inesperado. no es usual para mi ver películas sin spoiler o sin tener una idea de lo que va a pasar, por eso creo que me dejo mas sorprendida. empezó media chistosa y cliche, bueno casi toda la película es así. hubieron varios giros de la trama primero que a la amiga le gustase el otro en realidad, que este se iba a ir a nueva Zelanda y claro finalmente que se había muerto el chico. no me imagine que seria así de triste y que me diera pena. tampoco estaba tan conectada con los personajes y mayormente me fue lo trágico de la situación lo que me dio mas tristeza. aun así estoy intentando sentir mis sentimientos cuando vienen y explorar que significan. en fin, esta película me hizo reflexionar sobre lo repentina y hasta inoportuna que puede ser la separación de dos personas, desde las amigas que deben separarse hasta los enamorados que justo después de confesar sus sentimientos tienen que separarse para no volver a verse nunca mas. no hay como saber lo que sucederá y me recuerda a una frase de gabriela mistral en una de sus cartas ( la voy a poner toda muajaja)

a mi edad se sabe una cosa que los jóvenes parecen ignorar, que es preciso vivir la dicha hasta que ella se va o se agota. que es estupido abandonarla por lo que sea, negocios, cortesías familiares, turismo, etc. que lo divino no se ha de romper, quebrar o postergar porque todo daña al amor excepto el mismo. todo es duro, agrio o insípido, tonto y sobrado menos el mismo. todo es basura, desperdicio, chates, vulgaridad, plebe, menos el mismo. ojalá si eso divino dura en ti, tu te aprendas esto, es lo único que te falta entender. tu entiendes de este mundo casi todo doris mía, fenomenito en el espíritu de sutilezas.

damn no tenia para que escribirlo todo pero es porque quiero :) en conclusión quiero querer mucho, honestamente. las cosas pudieron haber sido diferentes si la protagonista hubiese sido honesta. tal ves el chico igual hubiese muerto o ido pero lo habría hecho conociendo y disfrutando del amor que sentían. lo mismo con su amiga, se querían tanto pero la traición que sintió su amiga al saber que no estaba siendo honesta se pudo haber evitado. tal vez es por que tengo marte y venus en Escorpio, signo exaltado en marte, que quiero sacar las cosas a la luz por mantener las cosas bien. de cualquier forma creo que es justo concluir que esa es una buena forma de lidiar con las cosas en base a mi experiencia. no se si son todos o los que me rodeo, pero es usual que eviten los problemas cuando se les presentan e intentan enterrarlo aun mas profundo. en fiiin esas fueron mis reflexiones, la razón por la que escribí esto es porque quiero documentar y saborear estos sentimientos. me es mas difícil cuando se quedan en mi cabeza y no quiero escribir en tw ahí son raros y elon musk es el dueño girl...

#una chica del siglo xx #análisis pelicula #reflexiones 1 #reflexiones

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lionews · 2 years

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"If a lioden base will give you a seizure, you shouldn't be on the internet. Very simple concept. Same with requiring trigger warnings for extremely mundane things like TW: food." Except its not a base its one marking, and even if it was a base there's something called REMOVING something from the game. We have trigger warnings in the game for certain events but NO its SO MUCH to remove a marking that caused so much issue to epileptic players that the mods had to SHUT DOWN THE WEBSITE CHATING SYSTEM WHILE THE ADMINS DIDNT SAY SHIT FOR DAYS.

Being ableist towards other players is not a win, defending the mods and admins during a very important time in the game's history is not a win, I dont know who didnt provide you this information but disabled people exist, and we shouldnt be kept from the things we love because non-disabled people refuse to accommodate us which is pretty fucking simple to do because it also accommodates other players in the long run.

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emmawithtwoms · 3 months

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I'm gonna be fucking rude bc I'm fucking tired of ppl, so tw or whatever the fuck

OK SO, I truly hoped I didn't need to make a post like this, but people need to SHUT THE FUCK UP ON THE INTERNET.

I'm tired. If your goal is to be mean, don't go into the internet.

If your goal is to annoy people, don't go into the internet.

If you can't do a fucking mediocre job at a reading comprehension, DON'T GO INTO THE INTERNET.

I posted a funny video on TikTok some time ago, it was about my dad chating and gossipping with my friends while smoking, so nothing bad right? Nobody would think to comment something mean below that video right? I mean, it's just fun, people aren't that dumb right?

WRONG, FUCKING WRONG JESUS CHRIST

I've had people commenting on my dad's look. My dad, a 54yo medic who (along with other things) spends every day, oh, I don't know, SAVING LIVES???? that's not the point, ANYWAY: my father has a Hernia in his lower abdomen, that means his belly is VERY pronounced, like, he looks really fat (DON'T FUCKING COME AT ME FOR USING THE FAT WORD BECAUSE THAT'S NOT THE POINT AND Y'ALL KNOW IT), and people commented on that, saying that we were promoting a unhealty lifestyle, that it was not fit for being posted on social media, that he should go to the gym and shit.

now, babes, I think a moncellular bacteria could predict what I am about to say, and an ameba would have understood that these comments were useless, but still:

1- We don't give one (1) fuck about what u think.

2-If you don't wanna see that content, just fucking scroll.

3-Get a fucking life that's not so miserable that you feel the need to comment hurtful things under other people's videos just so you can feel a sparkle of power in your truly sad life.

I am fucking tired of people who do not know how to behave on the internet.

If you are a pathetic excuse of a man whose only joy comes from saying anonymous things on the internet againist strangers because you feel worthless and emasculated, then you should take you head out your ass, unplug you internet, read a book and start working a bit on yourself.

Hate is damaging, it impacts on your hormones productions, it creates more bile and that busies your liver, who can't substain that stress, overworks itslef and develop a tumor. You are killing yourselves by hating (And making my oncologyt dad richer, you fucking dicks)

ps: I offer grammar lessons for middle school kids, in case someone doesn't understans the meaning of this post and is going to hate in the comments

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artemisa97 · 4 years

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Talia: (indignant) You can't date a hunter, Peter.

Peter: It's a pity, 'cause I think there is something really sexy about the fact that they hate us so much.

#Chating with TW #Petopher #(Kinda)#Talia Hale #Peter Hale #Source: Derry Girls

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bitchapalooza · 3 years

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Hetalia charaters in a zombie apocalypse

Forms a group immediately: China, North Italy, South Italy, Germany, Japan, Spain, Canada

Lone surviver type: America, Russia, England, Prussia, Belarus, Portugal

Dastardly duo: Hungary and Austria, Sweden and Finland, Australia and New Zealand, Switzerland and Liechtenstein

Terrible trio: Norway, Iceland and Denmark

Dies within the first few hours: France, All the micronations I'm sorry they're too fucking loud

Most likely to survive the entire ordeal: Romania

#romania chated hes already dead #he can pretend to be them without having to wear their guts!#tw zombies #hetalia #hetalia headcanons #im not tagging em all

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strideofpride · 3 years

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Arrested Development meets Gossip Girl

#you could pretend its about ch*ir #but in my mind this is all chate lmao #gossip girl #chuck bass #nate archibald #chuck x nate #tw: chuck bass #arrested development #michael bluth #gob bluth #ggad

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komaenyas · 3 years

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My brother just moan.

#oh this time he groan too #he's chating on va on discord..#i think it's male #is he gay or something?#ooc #tw nsft

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blairwaldcrf · 3 years

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every lie you tell - gossip girl

nate/chuck. 1k.

tw: nsfw, attempted assault mention & emotional manipulation/abuse

read and comment on ao3

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We’re just practicing Mr. Archibald. Nate was worried about kissing Blair. Don’t you think he should know how so she doesn’t take her fortune elsewhere?

Behind closed doors, from the time they are eleven and curious at the way their bodies have begun changing, Nate and Chuck have reached an agreement. They both stay silent about their lips touching or the way their hands move across each other’s bodies as they age and request more. They’re only best friends who need practice, they lie to each other when any emotion comes up amidst skin on skin.

And it often does, in the heat of things, when Nate’s cumming with Chuck’s warm hand around his cock and he’s trying desperately not to blurt out his name.

Once they have years of practice, it’s shorthanded to best friends. We’re best friends, Chuck and Nate, Nate and Chuck. Golden boy with his shiny silver toy. More inseparable than even Serena and Blair. Nate almost comes close to asking the girls if they have the same arrangement once, but thinks he doesn’t want to know. His and Chuck’s unhappiness at their lives was enough of a burden to carry.

Nathaniel, you don’t understand what it’s like to wait to have to be with you. I watch you pine over Serena and brood over Blair wanting you. Yeah, maybe I should have left Jenny Humphrey alone but I’m so sick of not having you.

That’s not true, the back of his mind screams, but he doesn’t care. Chuck is being vulnerable and laid bare in front of him in ways he won’t be with anyone else, and all he wants to do is think, Isn’t it?

I would never betray you like that, Nathaniel. You should know that. I don’t care who you lost your virginity to. Then later that night, You should have let me do it. Not Serena. I thought you would have wanted to belong to me.

Maybe he should have.

Nate is Chuck’s only weakness. All of the Upper East Side knows that. It’s what keeps Nate pulled into his orbit, because it’s nice to be the only person someone chooses to love. Blair pretends she only has Nate and that half her heart hadn’t always been given to Serena. For Chuck, there’s no intermediate in the way. Just the two of them, best friends, the kind that won’t admit to the world that they’ve been so close to fucking since the tail end of grade school.

Kissing Chuck is easier then. Chuck would never leave a scandal on the table, not for anyone-- Blair or Serena included. He was too easily bored and attracted to drama in ways that Nate didn’t try to understand. For Nate, he thinks it’s the closest declaration of love he might ever get from the guarded boy.

For the first time, they let orgasms be found in something deeper that night and the second of penetration Nate wonders how on earth they had waited this long.

I only fucked Blair to be closer to you, to feel what you felt inside of her.

“Shut up.” He barks angrily, but Nate is the one who slides into Chuck this time, ready to be hard and angry and rough. The second he feels the tightness in ways unfamiliar from Blair or Serena though, he thinks he gets it. The anger subsides, but he still fucks Chuck until they’re both a mess mixed in sheets. A million things run through his mind-- an unspoken and desperate plea for them to say fuck it to the Upper East Side and be together anyway, the question if he can stay the night so he can try that over and over again, and a searching thought of whether Chuck thought he was capable of being in love with Nate. None of them escape to his lips, other than the request to repeat their performance. Instead they fester in his heart and begin to burrow in ways that make Nate think he could almost understand Chuck.

He doesn’t realize until later that he had only been learning a lesson on how to understand his mother. Turn an eye, you’re the one with the pretty looks and power. Turn a cheek, he didn’t really mean it. Most men worried about becoming their fathers, but Nate had never had that worry really. Becoming his father was hard and required too much of him to give. Becoming Anne Vanderbilt-Archibald was easier than sin.

I fell in love with her. I’m sorry.

How had he missed the ledge he was dropping off of without realizing that maybe the women in their lives meant something?

Nate had thought Chuck was his, because wasn’t he Chuck’s after all these years? Hadn’t they stopped caring who began or when they ended? Nate has never heard those words from his best friend and thought he never would. Maybe this was what Blair felt like when Serena left, he wonders, but it’s not the same. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

Sucking in his breath, his emotion, everything he can try and control; he leaves the wedding. Not expected that he’d be followed, not expected that he’d be pulled by Chuck from the sidewalk to the alley. Nate wants to fuck, to claim, but he thinks if Chuck rejects him tears might fall and that wasn’t what best friends did. Chuck still kisses him, fiercely, and while it’s heady and quick and all too much and too little, they end up with Chuck still walking away and Nate feeling used. Wasn’t Nate supposed to have been the one was using?

……

Nate takes Chuck’s black book. He fucks almost every girl that his once closest friend has remotely touched and he revels in the fact that there are only girls listed. After all, Nate was just practicing.

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#this is not a happy fic #tw emotional manipulation #tw emotional abuse #chate #nate x chuck #chuck x nate #nate archibald #chuck bass #i can't believe the places life takes me #chate fic #gossip girl #gossip girl fic

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ribbonworm · 3 years

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when is chateva finally going to get the attention it deserves

#chess tw #you dont need to choose between chate and kateva you get the best of both worlds #also chess/eva could be explored more #it's a high quality ship

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bennettbestboi · 3 years

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"Jelous much, yeah?"

» genere : fluff

» gender / pronouns : gn! reader , no pronouns mentioned

» character(s) : jelous! Xiao x reader + Kazuha, Beido

» tw : mention of alcohol

» note: you go out to meet your friends just to get to know them better, but your boyfriends doesn't seem to like them too much...

"Pretty boy!" you shout at Xiao, putting on your favourite outfit as you're planning on going out. Xiao looks up with a tiny bit of a blush, used to your nicknames for him, but not really at the same time. "Yeah?" he asks back with curiousity plastered on his face, totally interested in what you're about to say (he's so in love( ღ'ᴗ'ღ )).

"I'm meeting my friends and i would like you to come with me." you smile at him, letting him know it's okay if he declines, but looking at how he's head-over-heels in love with you, he does everything and all just for you. "If you want me to go, then i'll go."

It wasn't hard to convince him and now both of you are sitting at a table at a pubs terrace, waiting for your short-time friends; Kazuha and Beidou.

You recently got to make friends with them. You met Beidou after they arrived back to Liyue from a long trip and the extroverted she was, she got to start a conversation with you. You find her very appealing with that easy-going personality, and how easy it was to like her. She then introduced you to Kazuha who also seemed interesting and intellectual. You definitely wanted to meet up with them again as you all spent the night together, drinking and having fun. None of you got wasted, just a bit tipsy to have slightly more fun than you already had.

Soon you saw Beidou already waving at you from quiet a distance with a huge smile on her face, excited to get to know you more. Kazuha also put up his palms, but not as noticeable as the taller woman beside him.

You looked next to you, waiting for a reaction from Xiao, but you couldn't read anything off of his poker-faced expression. The two sat down in front of you, Beido taking the seat that was facing you. "I'm kinda thirsty so let's order now that you've arrived." you smiled at them and called the waiter to take your drink orders. The captain Beidou is, she ordered beer for herself, Kazuha did the same. You ordered your favourite while Xiao wanted nothing.

You three started chating, Xiao not even bothering to join. He answered the questions directed to him, but did not ask back. You were quiet upset with him, but immediately shrugged it off when you felt your hand beeing grabbed by none other than your rather shy boyfriend. You looked at him shocked, but you recieved nothing. He didn't even looked at you. So cool... Just as you thought that without you noticing he blushed.

You went back on talking and joking with your friends. Your drinks have arrived, the atmosphere lighting up more as you feel the alcohols effect. Suddenly your busy hand was squeezed. Xiao intertwined your fingers together still not looking into your eyes. He wsnts attention...

"And what are you guys eating on the ship? What is your favourite?" the food topic came up, even if none of you wanted to eat, especially after drinking. "Well, fishing is rather a great option after quiet a while after being on shipboard. We often eat different type of fish." answered Kazuha, being interested in the food topic. "Mackerel is one of my favourite. I love the flavour of it. You should try it when i cook one." he sat back thinking about his favourite meal. "Ooh, you can cook?" you smirked. "It's really amazing!" said Beidou seductively. You both looked at each other, knowing what to say. "Husband material!" shouted the both of you then laughing.

Obviously you couldn't care less when you have your non-chef, perfect boyfriend beside you, gripping your hand. All of you knew that. You thought...

Xiao knew what's going on. He thought he did. He knew you just said that the man next to him was attractive in a way he couldn't be. He felt this weird feeling in his chest. Stupid mortal feeling have been filling him up since he met you. He hated every part of it, just the loving you part.

He glared at the man in front of him getting a rather confused look from him. Kazuha tried to avoid it, but it was too intense it was uncomfortable.

"I have a lot if work tonight, i should already start. Bye." Xiao stood, letting go of your hand and walking away. You looked after him confused how could he already go when it wasn't even dawn. Could he have gotten hurt by your little comment in Kazuha..?

"What does your boyfriend do?" asked Beidou not being too bothered by Xiaos leave. "He's kinda like a demon slayer." you said cockily. "A samurai is better tho-" "Shut up Kazuha." "Sorry..." you laughed at his apologetic tone, as he not figured it out what have had just happen. You also apologised and took your leave getting after your jelous boyfriend.

"Xiao!" you called out his name, but recieving a response. He's ignoring you! You smirked to yourself and started calling out his name multiple times. "Xiao! Xiao! Xiao! Xia-" you wanted to continue but you felt a hand on your mouth. "You're annoying me, mortal." he glared at you, but you just kept on smiling at him. "Jelous much?" you smirked at him. "I don't feel stupid mortal feelings." he scoffed. You took him in a tight hug. You put your mouth close to his ear. "I'm sorry if i've upset you." you whispered in his ears then placed a kiss on the side of his neck.

He blushed that right second you hugged him, now you're driving him crazy. He hummed, not being able to say anything due to his flustered state. "Seriously. I really was just joking around, not meaning any of what i said. I hope you can accept my apology, because i mean it." you gave him a peck on his lips. "I'll stop anything that is even a tiny bit close to flirting, okay? I'll do anything just to make you feel better." you smiled at him cupping his chubby cheeks in your hands. "Can you not meet him anymore..?" you hugged him letting out a chuckle. "We'll see about that." you pulled away looking into his eyes deeply. He blushed by your intense look, but he did not break the contact. He glanced down at your lips signaling he really wants to feel them, so as a good partner, you let him.

"I love you, Xiao."

"I-I love you too."

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin hc #genshin impact imagines #xiao #xiao x reader #xiao imagines #xiao reactions #xiao one shot #xiao oneshot

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