#I can’t decide which weapon is his most dangerous

[babblingbear09]

Watch out! He’s armed!

@garaks-padded-bra your art is a bad influence (I mean that in the best way!) I couldn’t get this little guy out of my head. I’ll have to try my hand at making him dance next.

#elim garak #garak #deep space nine #ds9 fan art #Cardassian fashion really is the GOAT #we wish we wore so many geometic shapes #I can’t decide which weapon is his most dangerous #the little baby knife #his shears #or his smile

[saphirered]

Hi! I have come to request an astarion x reader? How would astarion feel about a asexual reader? Maybe learning about it when the reader refuses to have sex with him? You can decide how it ends! Thank you! ❤️

This was an interesting one to write but I hope you like it! Angst with fluff of course. Hope you like it! 😘

Astarion has never struggled to find the right people to suit his needs one way or another. He also never struggled to wrap them around his finger. A little wink here, some charming words there, maybe even a brush of the hand or soft touch to sweeten the deal and he’d have anyone be putty in his hands to be shaped and sculpted for his every use. It’s easy. It’s always been easy. It’s been his way of survival, of safety and security. It’s been his weapon and his shield. He’s well aware he’s not exactly everybody’s favourite person right now. Especially not since he may or may not have tried to take a few drops of blood from his newfound companions and in doing so exposed his secret. Only the more reason to charm the de facto leader of this little group and keep you on his good side. Gods how he’s been trying and he’s sure he’s got you now! Just a tiny little push more and you’ll be in his arms and un able to let him go. He’ll gladly keep you there until you’ve served your purpose of course. 

He’s been having some of these pesky little feelings. Nothing he can’t cast aside. Nothing he can’t get over. It’s not like he truly cares you come to him when he’s hurt. It’s not like you really value his opinion or input even when you ask for it and consider it. You’re just that wrapped around his finger. Or so he keeps telling himself. He might be a good liar but he’s not that good. It’s the little things really. When you smile or praise him or simply offer him some form of comfort, he feels warm within when he’s only ever known the cold of the grave he crawled out of, or the dungeons he’d been confined in for so long. Were he an elf of theatrics, which he most definitely is, he would say you make him feel alive and that’s something no amount of gold can buy, yet more dangerous than any opponent he’s encountered. What has he gotten himself into? Nothing yet. He still needs you to comply, to remain on his side and for him to puppet you to his advantage. That’s your only use. That’s his only task, his only reason for getting involved with you; you are just like everybody else. He just needs to woo his way into your bed and you’ll be just like everybody else and he’ll just be his old self. He’ll use his body to achieve what he set out to achieve; your compliance. 

He got reckless. Astarion made the wrong call when he asked for but a few drops of your blood to deal with the hunger. You’d offered him your delicious neck and he almost lost himself in the closeness, almost forgot he had his teeth pierce your skin. It took every ounce of restraint to not kiss you right then and there, high on the taste of your blood and the energy- the life it gave him. He could feel every tremble, every skip of your heartbeat, every breath when he held you so close and in that moment he could imagine himself being with you. That very early morning he dreamt of being with you not because he had to for whatever reason but simply because he’d have you in his arms, you would hold him in return. For the first time in perhaps forever he desired to know what it felt like to be held, to be cared for and loved. For the first time he desired to be close to someone far beyond the false proclamations of love he had told so many right before he lead them to their doom. He couldn’t do that to you. He couldn’t let himself. Not anymore. He had to, if he wanted you to be his tool in taking down Cazador. 

You sat there in the glow of the fire basking in the warmth and glow. Astarion could only imagine what your skin would feel like right now, to hold that warmth, that soft and gentle touch but he couldn’t. He refuses to give into this petty little obsession of his, or so he’d tell himself. You sat alone, the others having gone to do their own thing before they too would retire. You simply kept watching the flames dance like a beautiful performance. You must have seen his shadow move from the corner of your eyes because when your gaze meets his and you smile he feels his feet push him forward involuntarily. You silently invite him to join you which of course he does. He sits down diagonally from you, far away enough from the fire but close enough to have you within reach. He gives you that look he’s trained so well, looks at you through his lashes, makes sure he looks as appealing as possible, not that he truly has to try because he knows he is magnificent. 

“Hello, Astarion. I hope you’re having a lovely evening.” You speak so gently, so unburdened. He heart clenches in his chest. A hand might as well have reached into his chest cavity and squeezed his slow beating heart. 

“Much improved through your simply radiant company, my darling.” You offer a smile and soft chuckle at his blatant flirt. He tries to once more school his features knowing the marks to hit just right, to make you make the first move, to catch onto the bait he’s been laying out. 

You slide into easy conversation. You enjoy Astarion’s company but you’ve caught onto things you’d hoped not to see. It’s no secret he is a massive flirt and will make use of that silver tongue with anyone who even shows the slightest interest. Rarely have you seen him be genuine about any attraction, about anything mutual. You don’t even know if you’ve ever seen him be genuine in his advances, to not have that wall separating himself from whoever stands on the other side. You’d dare argue that same wall separates his mind from his body. You’ve seen it break too. You’ve seen him ease into the need to be physically close to someone yet the moment he realises what’s happening he either removes himself from the situation or that wall goes back up again in the blink of an eye. You’d like to say you’ve caught on when he does. Whatever he puts forth, whatever act it is it never quite reaches his eyes. He’s far away when he furthers advances and the further in he goes, the more removed he becomes. You count you could ever reach him. 

You see it now too. He’s slipping and falling back and forth into this habit at this. It’s been happening with you before. What used to be playful flirts have turned into a bit more and he’s been making advances and when he does the life disappears from his eyes when you respond a certain way so you’ve taken to simply going along with the flow. You won’t play into his traps. You don’t pretend to know his reasonings. He is a complex individual that definitely has secrets wrapped in secrets and you know it’s a cruel world that closes off someone like he does. You know he has a reason for keeping these things close to his chest and that is his choice. You are not entitled to his life and neither is he to yours. The difference is that if he asks, you will share most if not all even if you know better than to fully trust him, even if you’d wish to know. 

He lays it on thick. You don’t bite. No matter what he does. Every time he thinks he has you, he can push you to where he needs you to be. He needs you to fall in love with him, to be addicted to him but you seem utterly oblivious to him, or maybe it’s wilful. Dammit you’re so difficult to read. He supposes he’ll be blatant then. 

“We’ve been dancing around for long enough. Let this unspoken thing finally be spoken.” He begins and the more guilt sets in his heart, the more difficult it becomes. He simply decides to squash the little pesky feeling until he can ignore it fully and continue. The way you look at him just makes that terribly difficult. Why do you have to be so difficult? He continues at your request. 

“I like you and you clearly like me too.” His cold heart skips a beat and the flush to your skin he manages to classify as that interest, that desire you must hold for him or so he tries to convince himself because when he looks into your eyes he sees a spark of concern and pity. “I could feel it when I got lost in your neck.” He reaches out, still far away enough not to touch you. A gesture to the faint identical puncture marks along the side of your neck. You subconsciously reach out to touch them. How he wishes those fingers were his. He could but not yet. Not if he wants to play his cards right. 

“Astarion…” His name from your lips. Were he not so far removed from himself he might have melted. He’s pushed away his pesky feelings and once more removed mind from body. He has an objective and so he must see his plan through. He can’t back down now. He presses a single sultry finger to his lips and shushes playfully. He’ll ignore the frown beginning to form and your downcast gaze for a second. 

“Shhh. You don’t have to say a thing. I already know how you feel. Because I feel it too.” He takes your hands in his. Your skin might as well have burned him like the sun for your touch truly does hurt and that pain pierces straight through the wall, right where it hits most true. He feels it crumble but he has to hold on. “We could take an evening to ourselves. Get away from camp. Get some privacy. I know somewhere quiet, somewhere intimate.”

You take a deep breath. You see what he’s doing. You see that desperation to hold on whatever he tries to keep together. You just feel bad for him. He’s not wrong. You truly do like him. Perhaps you could be something more but not in this way. That’s not how your mind, body or soul works. You’re not his usual audience. You don’t dissolve under his so called interests. You don’t desire to share a bed with him in that way, like so many others do. You’ve seen how they look at him and how he basks in it all. He wants to be desired, to be wanted but the moment it comes to reciprocating, something is lacking and that’s what you see here. He’s struggling. He’s conflicted between the way he’s known and what he finds within himself. 

“Somewhere we can indulge in each other. I promise you a night you’ll never forget.” Still holding onto your hands he rolls onto his knees so he is in front of you, in your space too and gives you the most charming look that would have anyone be begging for his attention in an instant, to be jumping at the opportunity. But not you. You pull your hands from his ever so gently it almost breaks him into pieces. He might have had further thoughts was he not appalled by the rejection. Rejected. Him? He’s the one who rejects. This is not part of the plan. His plans come falling down. What is he supposed to do now? 

“While I’m flattered- and you are a wonderful individual… Don’t take this the wrong way but I’m not interested in spending a lover’s night with you and no amount of convincing is going to change that.” There go his hopes. There goes his true protection and shot at killing Cazador. It slips between his fingers like ashes in the morning sun. He hasn’t even the mind to cover it up; the hopelessness and desperation, the pain and suffering and fear.  “I’ve never been sexually attracted to anyone.” 

“So you were all just playing a game?” There’s frustration in Astarion’s voice but it seems directed solely at himself. 

“No! Not at all. Astarion, I have loved our little flirts and banter and you’re not wrong. I truly do like you. You’re amazing and wonderful albeit a bit of an ass most of the time. I like you for you and not for what you have to offer or provide. You are so much more than you give yourself credit for and I would continue if I didn’t know this would inflate that ridiculous ego of yours beyond divine proportions.” 

He process your words. You’re not attracted to him? At least not in that way. You care about him, like him and you haven’t been playing him like he began playing you. It was genuine, same as he had found himself become more genuine in his advances. Every time he set out the bait for you to pursue him, for him to share your bed and you didn’t bite, it was because you truly had no interest in using him like that. Your feelings are not driven by desire and sex. You just care. He’s so caught in his mind he nearly jumps when he feels you take one of his hands. He’s pulled out of his mind and back to reality. For the first time someone cares about him for more than his body or what he has to offer. For the first time he might actually be loved truly. And to know he almost ruined that… And you knew all this time. You’d seen through him and his motives but you hadn’t called him out. You’d let him find this out on his own. 

“I-I don’t know what to say.” He speaks breathlessly. He doesn’t shy away from your touch instead he relishes in it. 

“The things I offer you are not some payment plan or a way to have you be indebted. I offer them because I see you suffer and if I have the means to make a difference then I will because you matter to me. It’s okay if you don’t feel that way about me. I’m not asking you to care about me at all. If I was just a means to an end, someone to help you find whatever you’re looking for, that’s okay. I want to make a difference and if you need my help my aid is yours. It is regardless of my own or your feelings. You fight demons far greater than your ego so let me help you.” 

Were he another man he might have cried. Instead he feels a shattering quiet right after the pieces hit the ground. In all his plotting he did not consider this outcome. All he had to do was not fall for you but he had. All you had to do was fall for him. You had, in your own way. Just not in the way he thought to be the only way you could fall for him. You’d figured it out without knowing the details and even still now you know, still without those details you offer to he his shield and weapon simply because he needs you. He feels horrible. Yet he feels elated. 

You didn’t expect a response. You don’t get a verbal one. Instead he just gently clasps his hand over yours and holds on like you might fade beneath his touch. You don’t and once that reassurance is there he deigns look you in the eye. His hand slides up your arm ever so carefully until it goes up your neck, over those bite marks and settles upon your cheek. You give him a reassuring smile. 

“I truly don’t know what to say… Except-Except thank you.” 

#astarion x reader #baldurs gate x reader #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion romance

[sabosbabygirl]

🌶️One Night Stand or More🌶️

Toji x Female Reader (you)

NSFW, +18, rough, sex, cum, eating, fingering

3.2K words

“It’s just a one nightstand, y/n” you friend said to you while you both stared at the man across the room at the party. Your friend’s boyfriend was throwing a “singles” party. You were dragged along since you fit that category after your cheating ex decided to have a 3 sum without you and get another woman pregnant. Scum of the Earth.

The man across the room was tall, dark greasy hair, green eyes, scar on his chin. His face was good looking in a very masculine way but it’s his body. His body was something completely different. His black compression shirt was tight against his defined shoulders, chest, arms and abs. You could literally see the outline of his abs. Like is the shirt even breathable?!? His jeans were tight in all the right places. The dark washed jeans hugged his thighs so nicely. You could also see the outline of his bulge; you could tell he was carrying a deadly weapon. And that’s just soft.

Your cheeks flushed slightly as you kept scanning him over. His eyes were also looking you up and down and a smirk appeared on his face causing his scar to lift to one side.

Looks wise you weren’t bad, at least not in your opinion. Apparently, others, men, found you a little too thick for their taste. You are more thighs and ass than anything and your breasts rather small. Your stomach had a pouch but not too big. You did cardio daily. And your arms were bigger than most women. Basically, you were muscle mommy with a very thick lower half.

Your friend had disappeared to make out with your boyfriend. Typical. So you stood there awkwardly thinking about what she said, “It’s just a one nightstand…” One-night stands aren’t something you do. But your friend and her boyfriend paired you up with the man whom you keep staring at and who keeps looking you up and down. A one-night stand can’t be that bad, right? Especially with a man that looks like that.

He walks over to you taking long strides to get there faster. There’s a certain dangerous yet confident way in which he walked. It was hypnotizing.

“So you’re y/n?” he asked, grinning and staring at you with such intensity that made you shiver slightly.

“Um…yes” you replied, trying hard not to blush or be embarrassed.

“The names Toji” he leaned in and whispered in your ear, “and you and I will be having a lot of fun tonight.”

His breath was hot against your ear causing you to flush. You felt his hand grab yours and pull you away from the party. As you guys leave and get closer to the other side of the mansion where there’s rooms and quietness, he looks down at you: “I assume this is your first one-night stand?” he said in a teasing tone.

You look at him, it’s evident that your cheeks are red and nod. “Yeah…”you say in a soft voice.

He turns one corner and opens a door into a bedroom. He pushes you in, closes the door and locks it.

“Well then, I’ll make it one you will never forget,” his tone was filled with confidence. It was hard not to feel shy and butterflies.

His big, strong hands cup your face, and he leans down. His lips gently kissing yours. His lips were a little rough, but it felt hot. His tongue traced your bottom lip as you both kissed. Almost like asking to be let in.

You open your mouth more, allowing his tongue to enter. Without hesitation, his tongue entered your mouth. Exploring and consuming your own tongue in a dance. Your tongue felt something on his…a piercing. The kiss was long, hot, and filled with lust. His hands that were still cupping your face, massaged your cheeks before slowly sliding down to your neck. His thumb moved in slow, gentle circles on your neck. You moan in his mouth which causes him to pull away, leaving inches between your guys lips.

His green eyes look at you, “Feels good, does it?” he teases and bites your bottom lip.

You couldn’t help but feel turned on. You could already feel that your pussy getting wet.

“Hmm, since this is your first one-night stand, let’s take it somewhat slow,” he said and his hands moved from your face to his shirt. Lifting his shirt off his body.

“Go ahead, touch me” he coaxed while throwing his shirt on the bed. Your eyes widen and stared at his body. He had muscles for days and a few scars. Your hands gently touched his chest, feeling each ridged muscle that rippled through his body. Your fingers could feel the heat from his skin burning into your fingertips. A feeling you won’t be forgetting for a while.

He watched you closely. His hands on your hips and pulling you closer to try to close the gap between you two. You were too invested into feeling his body to notice. The scar across his chest, the way his muscles rippled and moved against your fingertips and his abs. Washboard abs that were hard to the touch, clenched as you continued to gently feel him.

“MMMM” he let out a soft groan. His hands on your hips pressed a little harder. You could tell that this man hasn’t been touched in a minute.

Your eyes looked up at him, his head was tilted back exposing his beautiful neck. Your eyes scanned down to where your hands were on his abs and then a little further down. You could see his happy trail which caused your eyes to widen, and your fingertips slide down towards where his happy trail began, just above the button of his jeans.

Toji shivered slightly as he felt your hands slide even further down his body and stopping where his happy trail began, at the top of the button of his jeans.

He removed his hands from your hips and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants then placing his hands right back on your hips. He wanted you to go further. His eyes looked into yours and he nodded in way that was saying “keep going”.

Your hands went further and down his pants. Aside from the happy trail, you were greeted with his massive cock. Your hands went in his boxers, your fingers feeling his happy trail hair. Sliding further down you felt it. His cock. His cock was getting hard. You couldn’t help yourself; you bit your lip and your hands felt his entire girth.

“Ah-MMM. Yes, y/n” he groaned. His cock was getting harder now. Your hands wrapped around his cock, taking note of how thick his shaft felt and you gently gave a slight jerk, up and then back down.

“MMM, I have a better idea y/n” he said in a slightly moaning way. His hands let go of your hips and he pushed his pants and boxers to the ground, kicking them off. He was now completely naked. And his cock was something straight out of those fanfics you read. 10 inches, thick shaft (not a one hand project), slight curve, his tip big enough to stretch your pussy out, and the veins on his cock…..good lord. He is beyond carrying.

“Do you like it rough or soft?” he looked at you and the way his eyes looked; you could tell that he was not the soft kind.

“Umm..” you blushed, your hands were still on his cock.

He smiles and leans down, “How about this, what’s your fantasy?” he asked, his tongue licked your cheek, and his hands went to yours on his cock, forcing you to stroke it.

Your fantasy? Well, it was to get fanfic cock. To live the fanfic dream at least once.

“To be destroyed…” was all you could manage to say. His cock kept getting harder the more his hands forced yours up and down his shaft.

He smirked, devilish. “I can do that. I can do waayy more than that princess.” he spoke in a very husky voice, slightly different than what he had been doing.

His lips quickly caught yours. Kissing you rough, aggressive but passionately. His hands left yours and went straight to your shirt, sliding underneath. You pulled away and lifted your arms above your head, allowing him to take your shirt off. In one swift motion he lifted your shirt off and tossed by his. His hands reached around and unsnapped your bra and tossing it as well.

His eyes looked at over your body, “take your jeans off” his voice more demanding.

You nodded and took your jeans and panties off, both your stood naked. His cock fully erected. His eyes looked over body, stopping at your stomach pouch and thighs. He licked his lips.

A blush formed on your cheeks and before you could even think, he lifted you and tossed you on the bed. His hands spread your legs apart and you felt his tongue lick one of your thighs. His saliva was hot and you could feel his tongue piercing. You moaned softly.

His tongue stopped right by your pussy lips, he then scrapped his teeth against your thigh. Nibbling softly and then biting down harder.

“Ahh” you breathed out, squirming slightly.

“Sensitive huh, princess?” he teased while his teeth sunk into your thigh again.

Your body arched feeling his teeth continuously bite into your thigh. He switched sides and did the same to the other thigh. Licking all the way to the pussy lips and then nibbling and biting all the way down. His hands on your hip with his fingernails digging in slightly.

“Toji..I” your skin was so sensitive.

He looked at you squirm and laughed, “You wanted to be destroyed, remember. Now be a good girl and let me give you want you want. What we both want princess.” His voice and words made your stomach flip. Are all one-night stands this way?

He crawled up your body and planted a kiss on your lips.

“Let me eat your pussy,” it wasn’t a question, more or less a demand. You nodded, feeling your body heat rise.

He kissed your lips once more and crawled back down your body, his tongue tracing along your body the entire way down.

He stopped at the top of your pussy. His lips licked your pussy folds up and down and planting on kiss on them before his tongue entered. His tongue licked your clit. You could feel his tongue piercing on your clit. Flicking it back and forth.

“MMMM,” you moaned out. The piercing made the sensation 10 times hotter. His tongue continued flicking and massaging your clit.

“Ahh!” your hands went to his greasy black hair. You felt him hum. The vibration making your clit twitch.

His tongue played and teased your clit, moving slow at first and then speeding up and back to slow again. Each time you moaned his name. Your hands in his hair, gripped tightly.

“Getting close are you?” He teased while his eyes looked at you. Your eyes rolling back and your teeth biting your bottom lip hard.

He smiled against your pussy. His entire mouth took your clit in, and he began sucking.

“AAAAA!!” you cried out.

His sucked your clit like he was trying to suck in air to breathe. His tongue occasionally flicking your clit.

While sucking on your clit, he slid two fingers inside you. He moaned. Your pussy was wet and warm.

It turned him on even more. He sucked harder and his fingers fucked you. Shoving in and out, some wetness from your pussy flowing. His one mission was to get your first orgasm out of the way.

“Toji…oooh fuc…Toji” you screamed and arched your back. His fingers plunging in and out of you. His mouth sucking on your harder than a baby does on a mom’s tit.

You screamed and he moaned, feeling your first orgasm push his fingers out of your pussy and liquid flow into his mouth. He moaned louder when the liquid kept flowing.

He looked up at you, his face drenched in your fluids. His fingers coated with your thick, white paste. He sucked on his fingers, taking your cum in his mouth and swallowed.

“My God princess, you taste better than most..” he said smirking and licking your cum that remains on his fingers.

Your body shakes slightly from the release you just.

“First orgasm felt good huh? I see you shaking princess. I hope you didn’t think this one-night stand was over…” he grinned and reposition himself so that he is on his knees, in between your legs. His cock was throbbing and ready. His hands jerked up and down on his cock while he looked at you.

You felt more heat wash over your body as you watched him stare at you and jerk himself off. It was sexy.

“Let’s see how good your pussy takes me, princess” he mocked as he reached over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. He quickly put it on and leaned down on you. The tip of his cock entered your pussy. Just the tip. In and out of your pussy; stretching the entry way.

You moaned as your hands gripped onto the sheets. He watched your movements and grinned before forcing himself all the way in your pussy.

Your back arched and you screamed out his name. His hand covered your mouth and his body pressed completely onto yours.

“Shhhh…I know princess. I’m a big guy” he teased. He began thrusting in and out of you, stretching you out more and more. It hurt but also felt good.

“Fucking shit, princess. Your pussy is so god damn tight,” he grunted as he pushed deeper into you.

His hands moved from your mouth to the strand of hair that fell on your face. He pushed it behind your ear and as you were about to cry out again his hand went to your throat. The grip was hard, but you were still able to breathe. His thumb massaging your throat.

“Princess, you gotta be quiet. You want people to hear?” he grinned, and his pace picked up. His thrusts were faster, and your pussy was getting more wet.

Your eyes rolled back. His thrusts, grip on your neck and his words made you heated and hornier.

“MMMM that’s it, cum again. Cum again princess”, he moaned thrusting in and out of your pussy. The tip of his cock slamming it your g spot. Your hips bucked and another round of orgasm came flowing out of you.

“Mmmmmmm” you moaned out. He released his grip on your throat and his eyes rolled back.

“I don’t think I could ever get tired of watching you cum” he hummed.

He kept fucking you. And it felt amazing.

“Take it off,” you whined, feeling his cock smash into you.

“Whats that princess?” he asked, pausing for a second. His cock inside you throbbing.

“Take it off…the condom…I want to feel your cock..” you whined.

He laughed, “Princess, my pull out game is nonexistent..” he spoke. “I’m pretty sure the last thing we want from this one-night stand is a—” you cut him off, “I’m on birth control” you point to your arm to show the tiny implant that was injected into you several months.

He leans down and looks at it and looks at you.

“Is that truly what you want?” he asked. His tone had a more sincereness and his cock was still pulsing inside you, so it was evident that he wanted it too.

“Yes.” You answered and nodded your head.

He pulls out, your pussy leaking and your back arching again. He takes the condom off and throws it on the ground. He bites his lip and leans back on you.

His mouth covers yours. Kissing you hard. His tongue dancing inside your mouth. His hips drive into yours and his cock goes all the way inside your pussy. You moan deeply into his mouth as does he. His cock feels nice and thick. You can feel his girth and the ridges against your pussy walls.

He pulls away from your mouth, “FUCK! Your pussy is sooo wet. Holy shit” he moans, his breath hitting your face.

“Fuck me hard” you tell him. He smiles and nods and tosses his head back.

His thrusting is hard, aggressive and tears into your pussy. The force of his motions cause the bed to slam against the wall and the sound of creaking and you both moaning and screaming each other’s names fills the room!

“Y/N!!!!!”, “TOJI”, “AAAA!! AAAA!!”, “FUCK!! OHHHH FUCK!!”

Sweat drips down his forehead onto you and pushes faster and further into your pussy. Your hands wrap around his back, your nails dig into his back causing him to arch his body and moan.

“MMMMM! FUCKING PRINCESSS!!!” he moans loudly. He is so close. So so close.

Your hands fall to his arms, feeling his muscle bulge out. He quickly grabs your arms and pins them above your head.

“I’m so fucking close y/n. Let me. Let me fucking destroy your sexy ass pussy.” he grunts out.

You nod and stare at him.

He closes his eyes and his cock rams you with so much force that your entire body moves on the bed. Slamming harder and harder. His hips crashing and grinding into yours at full speed.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh! AHH!!” you cry out as your entire body is getting annihilated by him.

He grunts harder and fucks your pussy faster and faster.

“AHHHH shit!!!!” he yells, as his seed explodes inside you. Toji breathes hard and sweat continues to drip onto you. His head hangs down and he slowly pulls out of you. His cum flowing onto the sheets. Your pussy was stuffed to the brim.

He falls down beside you on the bed. Both of you breathing heavy.

“Y/N…believe it or not, but that was the first time I came in a long time,” he spoke, “Thank you”. He looked over at you. That dangerous aurora that you felt in the beginning going away. Your eyes met his. Are one-night stands usually like this? Every fanfic you read it was always quick. This felt different. Oh, don’t kid yourself. A man like him probably has women lined up and is just saying that to make you feel good. Your friend told you that he is a womanizer, which made him the perfect candidate for a one-night stand.

He laughs, “I can read your thoughts from a mile away, y/n. Our friends paired us knowing my rep and your breakup.” He propped himself up on one of his elbows and looked at you. His body was shaking slightly and his cock slowly softening. Your pussy kept dripping.

“Look, princess, I’m not against making this more than a one-night stand. Especially with a body and pussy like yours.” His green eyes scan your face. “I wouldn’t mind getting to know you more and not just physically,” his hand pushes back a strand of your hair.

“Or we can be one-night stand buddies, only fuck each other when the moment rises and nothing more.” He suggested. “Up to you princess. Although I know we both want something more,” he leaned down and kissed your lips. Long and sensual before getting on top of your body and going for round two.

#jujutsu kaisen smut #anime #jujutsu kaisen #toji x y/n #toji x you #toji smut #jujutsu toji #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x female reader

[arbiterlexultionis]

Danny and the Spooks

So first things first, my initial idea is that this prompt takes place in a no one knows AU, and Danny somehow gets his ice powers earlier than he otherwise would, though really this could work without those two if need be.

So Danny got his ice powers pretty early in his ghost fighting career, and because he doesn’t have the support from his friends or raw power he would gather up later on he relies far more on Fenton tech to get by. That reliance on weapons means that, upon realizing that his ghost ice 1) doesn’t melt and 2) is Ghost Ice, and therefore can’t really be phased through by most ghost that arn’t him, immediately begins thinking of ways to make long term weapons out of the stuff.

A little while into his experiments with that he’s fighting Skulker and gets thrown into the house of some poor civilian, and while taking cover behind the kitchen counter looks over to see the (slightly disgruntled) homeowner doing the same while holding a 12 gauge.

“You think you can land a shot with that thing?”

“You think it’ll matter if I can?”

To which Danny replies something along the lines of “it will with this” before handing over his latest creation, a 12 gauge slug that’s had some of the material removed and replaced with his ice. Danny distracts Skulker, and his new friend pops up and puts a hole through the spine of Skulkers suit, allowing Danny to capture him. Danny thanks Mr. Civilian, who is apparently a retired Navy Seal or something, and they wind up staying in contact with each other, sometimes helping each other out with stuff and Mr. Seal testing out new weapons for Danny. Then some punk kid(yes a punk kid, doesn’t matter that he’s older than Danny, Danny still refers to him as a punk kid) decided that he wants to help defend the town and starts following Danny around, trying to help him in fights, and just refuses to stop putting himself in danger. Eventually Danny “relents” and says that he’ll let the kid help out, but only after he gets proper training from Mr. Seal, with the real plan being for the training to be way to intense for the kid to make him give up.

One problem though, the kid just doesn’t give up. Like, at all. One day Mr. Seal pulls Danny aside and tells him that Punk has finished his training and Danny gets all exited that the kid finally gave up, only for his bubble to be burst. “No no, he hasn’t given up, he just finished my training. He’s ready for combat.” And well, a deals a deal. So both Punk and Mr. Seal start taking more of an active roll in ghost fighting.

And then another idiot with more selflessness than sense shows up. And another. And, whoops three more just showed up. Eventually, Danny wound up as the accidental leader of a vigilante/ghost fighting organization dubbed the spooks by the local news. Comprised mostly of volunteers, with the best and brightest getting a rank all their own and proper pay, comprised of donations from both normal people and members and “donations” from criminals they stop because it’s not like they need the money now that they’re in prison.

I’m just imagining Danny with this rag tag group of humans doing what they can to help people.

After Danny finally manages to get some time with his friends for a movie marathon, he decides to form a new branch of the group called the R.I.P.D., the Rest In Peace Department, which is basically meant to help ghost fulfill their Obsessions and stuff in a safe, peaceful manner.

Boxy gets a abandoned warehouse full of boxes that’s been covered and insulative materials to keep ghost hunters from tracking him there.

Lunch Lady gets a great big soup kitchen which promptly morphs into a whole ass shelter for anyone and everyone that needs it so long as they’re okay with having Lunch Lady seemingly appear out of nowhere worrying about how skinny they look and shoving food into their arms.

They also have an absurd number of homemade gadgets and weapons. Think like, the entirety of the slingshot channel, ZnA productions, hacksmith and all those other types of channels combined, but their arsenal is hopped up on ghostly BS, as well as stealing equipment from Vlad and the GIW.

Skulker: I WILL MOUNT YOUR PELT ON MY WALL GHOSTCHILD

Fredrick “Dakka” Stevenson, flying the ancient crop-duster they got from old man Elijah and strapped every weapon they could to: I’m gonna do what’s called a pro gamer move.

Every other spooks member on the coms: groans

Dakka: if you want me to stop making lame meme references stop using a lame meme reference as my nickname.

Pt 2

#danny fenton #dp au #danny phantom #fic prompt #fanfiction prompts #story prompt #writing prompt #no one knows #no one knows au

[90sbee]

The patrol is over

Leon S. Kennedy x Ashley Graham

2k words. Also on ao3

As Leon and Ashley await for the helicopter to take them to safety, Leon is slowly spiralling, full of concern still. It is then that a ghost from his past decides to visit him.

What can I say, I had this idea already and then I saw Leshley Week... It was like the perfect excuse to write and post this one. Also this fic is quite silly but, hey, I love writing Leon's pov. Also @lightning-hawke is a sweetheart and she made sure that this was readable. Everybody please thank you to this brave soldier who had to face my 3am delusional writing.

Content: All Leon's pov, angsty and sad but also. Cathartic. Ash is asleep the whole time cos baby needed a nap after all that. Spooning, protective!Leon.

Warnings: Hallucinations, anxiety. Mention of guns, knives, zombies. Sleep deprivation. And I think that's it? Yeah, this is actually SFW, for once, haha.

It’s been three hours. Maybe four. Perhaps five.

Leon can’t sleep. He has tried it, though, but his body is still running on adrenaline and anxiety and he doubts that he will actually get some rest today.

Whatever. He has had it worse.

Ashley is passed out on the bed, curled up into herself, softly snoring. Leon blinks, trying to keep his eyes open. Even if his body is exhausted, his mind is still rushing through all the different scenarios in which this could still go wrong, heart rattling inside his chest.

What if Luis was wrong? What if the Plagas is still inside them? What if he ends up falling asleep, body going slump on this old chair and when he wakes up, he has hurt her?

God. Such idea gives him goosebumps, and he sits even farther from the bed.

What if instead, it is her? What if Ashley opens her eyes and tries to attack him?

Leon eyes the knife on the nightstand, the guns on the floor.

He knows he wouldn’t use any weapon against her, anyway. But if she hurt anyone, he’d be responsible.

God. Fuck responsibilities and guilt. It would’ve meant he had failed.

His blood runs cold then.

A failure. Assigned on what was, probably, the most important mission in his life. The president’s daughter involved, and what was supposed to be one of the top agents in the country, ruining everything. Returning a shadow of a woman, a timebomb.

Leon hides his face in his hands for a while, trying to catch his breath.

He knows he is spiralling.

He has to keep some faith: faith in Ashley, faith in Luis.

In himself, even if he is not used to it.

He looks at her, pursing his lips.

She breathes so calmly. Expression soft, features finally having some well-deserved rest. She is so gorgeous too. A soul too kind for him. He feels guilty for refusing to accept her proposal, though he is aware that being her bodyguard would have never actually been possible.

He blushes slightly, knowing that she at least wanted his company for a little longer. Maybe he is not so useless after all. She had also asked him to hold her to sleep, but he had simply shaken his head. “You’ll be fine, I promise. You’ll probably have a better rest taking up the whole bed”.

He sighs, crossing his arms. Leon is not sure how long it will take until the helicopter arrives. He hopes it is soon, because his head hurts and he feels hungry but he can’t leave her side and he definitely doesn’t trust the police officers next door.

No, scratch that.

He wishes the helicopter never arrives.

Because that means it is all over.

His gaze softens as he looks at her, feeling his heart pulling at its strings. For a moment, he considers it. A life with her. Visiting her at the White House. Maybe indeed fighting to accept the bodyguard position, his hand on her back as he keeps her safe once more, the sound of her laugh. The idea of getting acquainted with her shampoo brand, learning her favourite colour, kissing her forehead.

He is spiralling again, but this time in a more dangerous direction. Leon cracks his knuckles, yawning.

There is no point into wasting time thinking of all this. He can’t afford to lose footing in reality. And the reality is forcing him to remember that only a few hours they had both been fighting a Plagas, and he can’t be completely sure that the coast is clear. The mission isn’t over until she is back home, until they both reach American ground.

His foot starts hitting the floor quickly, as his headache gets even worse. He has to keep himself awake, he can’t lose focus.

At any given point Ashley could wake up and look at him with those soft doe eyes and ask anything, anything from him and, god, he’d give her the world, but first… But first he has to make sure that they’re both safe.

She’s make him feel like a worthy prince.

He can’t lose the princess for being careless.

He feels thirsty but he doesn’t even want to move his eyes away from her. His heart picks up when he thinks her chest stops moving up and down, but he realises it is his mind playing tricks on him as she sighs again.

Fuck. He is really losing his shit. He’s been trained for this crap. He barely sleeps anyway.

He curses in a whisper and looks down, grabs the water bottle next to his foot and sits down again.

That’s when he notices there is someone else in the room.

How? How would that be possible? There is no fucking way. It takes him just a second to fucking comprehend what is going on, but in an instant he has his knife on his fist, standing up as he approaches the figure, ready to attack the stranger.

The knife doesn’t hit anything.

Leon stills his movements then, realising that he recognises the face in front of him: the dirty-bloodied uniform, the stupid toothy smile, the look of hope in his eyes.

It’s him. The ghost of his younger version, the one from Raccoon City, stands before him.

“Fuck off,” Leon groans. He knows now that he is hallucinating. “Go away,” he pleads, in a growl, sitting down once more. His fucking head feels like about to explode.

“Buddy, I don’t think I’m going anywhere,” answers the more excitedly voice.

Leon considers replying, but he doesn’t want to wake Ashley up. The poor thing has already gone through too much, the least she needs at the moment is the man that is supposed to keep her safe having a full-on discussion with himself.

Fucking insane. He hides his face in his hands.

It’s not the first time it’s happened, that’s for sure. He’s gone through it all: hallucinations for being sleep-deprived, sleep paralysis after the most excruciating missions.

Most of the times it’s not even monsters, or zombies. Most times it’s people he knew: Annette, Ada a couple of times too. Last time it was Marvin, his body bloody and his eyes white as he swears he could hear his cries of pain still.

He wonders if maybe Luis will join as well, sometime, another painful reminder of his failures.

But himself? This was new.

“What the fuck do you want?” he mumbles. It Is stupid, Leon knows that. But perhaps by talking to this ghost of himself he could get rid of it faster, make sure he can go back to guard Ashley.

“Heh, I think it is obvious what you want,” the high-pitched voice replies. Leon looks up a moment, seeing the rookie sitting on the floor next to the bed, pointing at Ashley.

“Very funny,” Leon groans.

“What? Are you gonna deny it? I’m literally you.”

“Just, shut up.”

Surprisingly, that works. When Leon looks up once more, the figure isn’t there. He yawns, rubbing his temple. Maybe he is gone, for real. Maybe his mind will stop playing tricks on him now. He resumes his watch, his whole attention directed towards Ashley.

He is not even sure what time it is now, but he hopes it won’t be too long. At this point, he is being more of a nuisance than an actual help, a real protection for her. He knows he will have to sleep soon.

Not yet, though. Not fucking yet. He has to fucking hold on, try to keep it together.

“Hey, maybe you should get some actual sleep,” the voice suddenly interrupts him, now coming from next to him.

Leon almost stumbles from his chair, heart racing.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” he half-shouts, and immediately purses his lips, embarrassed.

The rookie, the fucking rookie, sitting down next to him.

“Sorry, just trying to help,” he mumbles.

Leon shakes his head. He doesn’t want to say anything else. He is sure he almost woke Ashley up. He decides to acknowledge this presence, since it is becoming quite clear that it is not leaving for now.

“What do you want? Don’t fucking say Ashley, I swear to God,” he whispers, ashamed.

“Well, you’re the one that should know that. Your brain is literally hallucinating me at this point.”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. I can’t sleep yet,” he replies, crossing his arm as he stands up, trying to walk around the room a little, forcing his body not to pass out.

“You look incredibly nervous, dude,” his younger version chuckles, seemingly amused.

“I’m not.”

“Why are you walking around, then?”

“Well, someone has to make sure the president’s daughter doesn’t die on my watch. I’d say that’s some pretty big responsibility,” his heart is about to get out of his chest, and he is sweating.

The headache is now deeper, more annoying.

“She is safe now, Jesus Christ. Give yourself some credit, man.”

“She is not,” Leon suddenly replies.

“She is. Don’t you trust Luis? Do you think he would have lied to you?”

That does stop him in his tracks. Perhaps the rookie has a point. Leon nods, slowly. In the darkness of the room, he looks at his arms. The veins are normal still. He hasn’t had any weird visions since they got the Plagas expelled.

Well, except for the unpleasant vision that his own mind conjures. Maybe even more annoying than Lord Saddler’s ones.

He doesn’t acknowledge the rookie, though, but he comes back to sit on the chair.

“How many hours has it been now?” this ghost insists.

“I dunno.”

“You do know.”

God. He didn’t remember his younger voice being that annoying. Leon inhales, trying to calm himself down.

“Five hours,” he replies after a moment.

“If any of you were still infected, don’t you think the Plagas would have acted up by now? Also, Lord Saddled is dead now. There is no one controlling the Plagas now. All the Ganado died, remember?”

Leon hates that the little kid is right.

“I guess that’s true,” Leon admits.

The rookie laughs.

“She is fine. You don’t need to keep watching over her like a creep. I mean, not that we are being creepy…”

Leon interrupts himself: “Just go to the point, man”.

The rookie looks up at him, glittering eyes full of hope and a gentle small on his face.

“Look, I thought I was the rookie here, but you’re being a whole amateur now,” he stands up, in silence. “The patrol is over, rookie”.

Leon looks at himself. That shadow of himself, too full of hope and of light. He blinks, still processing the rookie’s words… His own words, echoing from and inside his head.

The patrol is over.

Fuck.

He slumps on the chair, eyes welling up with tears. For a moment, he lets himself cry in silence, under the soft sound of Ashley’s breathing. He breaks down a little, feels pity for himself, as well as relief. He dries off his tears with his palm, trying not to be too much of a mess in case she wakes up. He should be strong still. He needs to be.

By now, the headache is unbearable and his eyes hurt, a combination of exhaustion and the tears. But he knows it’s true: they’re both safe. He saved her. Ashley is safe. And even if he can’t have her, if this story ends in a few hours, he can still breathe without regrets. He can even make sure that their last memories together are something pleasant, something nice and comforting.

Leon tries to calm his breathing. He looks up, still curious as to whether the old presence is still there, but not anymore.

No more ghosts in the room. Just Ashley and him now.

With heavy steps he moves towards the bed, dizzy by now. He lies down on the bed and allows himself to breathe against Ashley’s shoulder, timidly holding her from behind. He grips her body close to his, knowing this is the only and last time he’ll have this chance. And even if she is half-asleep, Ashley sighs, content on her sleep, as Leon closes his eyes, finally allowing himself to rest.

The patrol is over and so is their story. But for a while, they can still lie close together, in the dark. Both finally safe, at last.

My brain actually wanted to be mean and make it Marvin instead of Rookie Leon but you know what. I don't need to break my heart like that SO much. Let Leon be angry at himself, it's fun, lol.

#leshleyweek2023 #leshley #eagleone #leon kennedy x ashley graham #leon x ashley #dividers by @/cafekitsune and @/vase-of-lilies #i know this will do bad but i don't care i just like them :3 i want to write for pretty much every leon ship there is tbh hehe #leon kennedy fanfiction #leon kennedy angst #mine #writer bee #meli <3

[llittletingoddess]

WHERE THE WILD ROSES GROW 🥀

«When the night comes, the stars begin to shine and the greatest crimes begin to come into life»

part 1 of multiply

°•○ warnings: age gap, slow burn, original character, cursing, smoking, drinking, mentions of death, mentions of murder, mentions of abduction, manipulation, abuse, national hate, politics mention, discrimination

°•○ Note from Author: Here it is, my first-ever work that was written on English! I'm so excited to finally share it with you all. This was a spontaneous idea but it came out so good so far! I'm really can't wait to show you what I'm cooking for the final, and truthfully - you've already seen a spoiler, but shh! Hope you will enjoy this very first piece I did, and I promise - I won't forget about updating it! Have fun and leave your comment if you'll like the text! I love you all <3

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1. From The Start

Los Angeles, California

Los Angeles.. the city of stars, dreams, fame and lights. The image of the perfect american life as they could tell. Money rivers, cameras, the most popular people are living here, basking in the Californian sun and sipping their thousands dollars-worthy drinks. The perfect picture of a Hollywood life perfectly hid its other side, that Los Angeles tried to hide so desperately. 

Los Angeles.. the city of crime, blood, money and murders. When the night comes, the stars begin to shine and the greatest crimes begin to come into life. No one knows who it is, no one knows how deep and long this network is and especially - how to stop it.

And while famous people represent the golden side of the city, its darker side getting their weapons ready to kill them all.

How could you possibly have any agreements with Russia being American in such dark and dangerous times? No one knows. Not the President, not the Government, and not even the Pentagon. But when you have money and the possibility to break the system - surprisingly everything’s possible. Especially when you have friends in the FBI that could easily cover you, one of the best PR managers in the world and the perfect reputation, at least you think so. And even the danger of World War can’t stop money going into your pocket when you are one of the richest people in the world. Actually, it has many advantages.

  Living on the golden side of this life was a pleasure. He worked hard for years to get what he was now. Interviews, luxury meetings with the first class people of the world, a place in the Forbes’ lists of the richest, the most influential people of the planet, the prettiest girls to spend nights with, rivers of alcohol, a few yachts and a successful business - his life was perfect. The name of James Hetfield was known and he was so proud of who he has become. 

It all started from a small project that should’ve failed on the day of its release. A small network of musical markets that were developed into the biggest music store in the world. James was passionate about music. He loved to play guitar and in his younger days he wanted to have a band to play. But with lots of circumstances this idea was scrapped but not forgotten. Instead, he decided to invest in music. It all started with a small instrument market that had a low percentage of sales. It was meant to die from the start, but everything changed when his markets began to make custom instruments. 

And now, decades later, he was the owner of the biggest music market in the world which continued to develop. The network of markets, online-shops, custom salons, music labels - it all came from one passionate idea. Was James proud? Oh hell yeah he was.

James was a good-looking man, though he didn’t think about himself in such a way. Though he was one of the richest people on Earth, he was pretty down to it, and for that he was loved even more and had his perfect reputation he was proud of. No one knew about his connection with the FBI, which he hid so carefully. Though he was in his late fifties, his age wasn’t a problem for him. He was married to one of the most popular models of America, but it was obvious that this marriage had nothing with things they called “love” and “happiness”. 

Truthfully, he never was really happy. His parents never supported his passion for music, they never supported him at all. When he said that he’ll start his own music market his father yelled at him for being stupid and investing money in “crap”. If only he could see who his son has become.. Sadly, James’ parents died in a car crash, and that made his persona even more hard-working and cold-hearted.

His latest concept, the music app that gained one billion customers in half a year, was that one project James wanted to move to Russia, avoiding all the sanctions. It was planned to be big! Whilst James’ rivals kept losing their customers, his brand will keep growing. All he left to do was to have a private meeting with Russian investors and sign the deal. Just a touch of the pen and he will create history - getting american dollars from silly Russian people. 

The only problem his brand could possibly meet was its own Russian market. Their culture provided the support of motherhood products, and having a new rival on the monopoly would be an experience. He should know what to expect from this opportunity, so now he spends all his days in his office, reading information about the Russian market, its opportunities and advantages. But even though he acted legally, the promo campaign of his app was started way earlier to prepare people for the upcoming sensation. And how he was satisfied when he fooled Russian investors and got the client base from Russia! But now, to avoid all the problems, he needed to make it official. All he saw now is the biggest deal in the history of his brand with perfect terms and conditions and big investments for its development in Russia. Pure perfection.

But James didn’t know that perfection is a lie.

• • •

Moscow, Russia

While everyone thought that Russia is a cold and unfriendly place, Moscow proved that it could greet everyone with some style and grace. Old Soviet buildings mixed with modern skyscrapers, lots of cultural and historical monuments that were slowly fading in the time and nature gave the megapolis some charm that make Russia so popular for foreign tourists. Everyone was curious to see the Kremlin’s House, The Red Square and Lenin's grave. Russia had a lot of story behind it and it definitely had a lot to show to the one who was interested in it.

But she wasn’t.

Modern Russia was different from its big ancestor. Now it looked like an infamous nineties era, with its bands and leaders of all classes, but there was one big difference - now these leaders were one of the world’s biggest mafias, setting their own rules and killing everyone who was against their politics. Russia was a big totalitarian country which despised any western innovations. But more than that, they despised America as their main rival. And their newest position against America worked so damn good for them as a plan to get rid of the western stuff they hated. They thought it influenced their children, doing an american propaganda for the zombified Putin’s nation. And sanctions were the perfect plan for the russification of the youth and the younger generation.

Things got different though when they got a private partnership suggestion from Blackened Ltd, a private American musical brand which was focused on music. A nice business partnership to avoid politics and sanctions, to bring good money to the States and give Russian customers some quality service avoiding sanctions. It was a good idea, right? But the Russian mafia didn’t think so. After a big council meeting with russian musical directors from Yandex and VK it was obvious that the american suggestion was declined. But it turned out that the American businessman wasn’t that easy when Russian services began to lose their audience during the VPN usage for the Blackened App. After some investigation they found out that Blackened Ltd. created a promo campaign that was focused on the russian audience, and it was the point when the unofficial world monopoly war began.

She sat in the crowded carriage, listening to the useless Russian small talks and smirked at how easy life was for them no matter that the country was one leg in a world war. Someone was worried about a gift for his girlfriend, another one shared their opinions about other nations, races and even sexuality of people. Why do they care so much? She didn’t understand why Russians were so cold and mad. She lived there for five years and she felt like she was the slave of the regime. No right to love who you wanna love, you can’t say anything provocative cause you’d be in a prison immediately, and the police officers everywhere she went just made her feel herself tensed. Even if she worked for the first heads of Russia now, it didn’t make her feel less protected when she was just a simple citizen. Even though, she was an American, and this whole nation hated America. They thought that the american nation should die and it didn’t make the situation better.

She was known as “The Wild Rose” for her abilities to plan her murders and her clean work. Every loud political murder was caused by her and she was still untouchable. Police couldn’t find her and when she was almost caught her boss covered her with a big bag of money. They called her one of the best when it came to observation and spying, they called her one of the best when it comes to the murder. And even though she had some serious rivals to contest with, they always rooted for her. 

Leah Bennett was a quiet girl from the Florida coast. She was the only child in her family, and somehow, her parents weren’t too joyful with her presence in their family. Her dad was an alcoholic, her mother was an animal. She always said that Leah is not enough, whatever she did - if she did not get the highest grade in the school, if she didn’t take out the trash immediately after her mother told her, if she didn’t help, doing her own business and so much other stuff. Her father yelled and beat her, telling that she would never become a big person and would never do anything good for her family. But she did. 

Killing her parents was the first time Leah tried blood in her life. Even though it was spontaneous, she felt a relief when she cut her father’s head in pieces with an axe. Police began an operation to neutralise her, to make her suffer for what she did, and that’s when her journey began. She needed to run away. Leah was hidden within homeless people, fighting for a plate of soup and killing some more people to stay alive. This time she did way better, without witnesses and blood stains on her clothes. When her parents’ story calmed down she came back home, living without electricity to not cause neighbours to call the police again. 

She was an average girl - blue eyes, dark curly hair, the type of girl high school boys would like but they never did. Leah was a quiet girl that preferred to stay alone than enjoy big companies of people, reading detectives and showing surprisingly good results in Sports and Maths. If only she knew how these skills will help her in her future..

When she was 18 she was kidnapped by a russian agent and deported to Russia to be trained by the best killers in Russia. At first, Leah did small kills for small money that didn’t make any sense, but the better she became the more she wanted. And that’s how her international fame as “The Wild Rose” began. Leah didn’t know why Russians picked her as their great weapon against the world's biggest money networks, but as long as she was paid and she was safe - she didn’t care. 

She missed America though… It was a good moment of nostalgia for her when she had some missions there - from small kill to big, she felt way better being on her own field instead of grey Russia’s panel houses. Her biggest wish was to stay in America and continue her work there, in her Motherland, but Russians always watched her - being an American for them was almost the same thing as being a black man for a white racists. Though they raised her and made her a professional, they didn’t trust Leah - neither did she. 

Leah finally left the carriage with a heavy sigh of relief, slowly walking to the place of her destination. She looked at the people and she understood why everyone called Russians the grumpiest nation in the world. Everyone was just so sad, so grumpy and unfriendly that sometimes it made Leah pissed. She had no mood to live and breathe, she felt like a bird in a cage in Russia, and her masters enjoyed it. She put on her earpods and turned on some metal to try and increase her mood. This was the only way for her to set herself on the right wave before her tasks.. This morning she received a message about her newest victim and it was time to find out some more details. Leah begged for it to be some annoying American when she could kill and finally escape her cage. She didn’t know what she would do there - get herself a house? Adopt a cat? Get a lover? It was boring.. 

Leah knew that she would have some time to think about it on her way to the mission. She put on a smile to annoy some strangers and walked to the headquarters of her bosses. Today she had a big hope for the better…

#🥀 #james hetfield fanfiction #james hetfield fanfic #where the wild roses grow #vicky's writings

[kahlanmars]

BAD FEELING part. 16

HELLO. This is bad, I admit it. It's a cry-your-heart-out chapter, I warn you. Oh and there's a Haymitch POV too!

MASTERLIST

16. Risk something

The day after turns out to be one of the best of your life. You decide to forget about the Haymitch situation until he returns, there is no point in worrying about the future when you could be bombed any time, and put your head on the job.

You were right, being a teacher is your life. Maybe not only that, maybe you can have other things, but this is definitely your road. 

«What about we try to read a real book tomorrow? As for the ones who can already do that, I’ll assign some lectures from the library of the District.»

The kids look satisfied with the lesson and you can breathe again. You were really nervous they could hate you or think you are incapable of being a teacher, but it went well. The kids from your district know you as Holly’s daughter, so they trust you, and you tried some calculus, reading a book and some music. For the first day, especially after a trauma, you think it’s okay.

Most of these kids saw their family dying. You won’t push it. If they will find contentment in a book you will see it as a success.

«Can I come in?» 

A voice asks you and you see Finnick Odair at the door. His face is bruised and his expression is broken, but he’s standing up, so… silver lining, you guess.

«Finnick! Of course you can. Do you want an orange? Some kids didn’t eat their snack, which is weird but… well, now that they are in district 13 they can be spoiled sometimes, don’t you think? It’s their right, they are kids.»

He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused. «Am I making you uncomfortable?» 

«A little,» You confess. «You are… Finnick Odair.» 

It’s like meeting a celebrity. It’s okay when you are saved from the games, and you don’t even know what is happening, but here it’s a little weird, like you and him don’t belong in the same world.

He peels an orange, slowly. «Still have my charme, I see.»

You know what he is doing. He is scared to death for Annie so he covers behind flirting. «It’s not that, you know you are not my type.»

«Yeah, no dentures, no walking stick, no white hair.» He jokes and you immediately throw a book at him. 

«Oh shut up, he's blonde.» You point out, «As much as I would like you to miss me, why are you in a school?» 

He sits on a table, he surely can’t sit in a kid's chair. «They’ll try to do a spot with Katniss. Pass-pro, they call it. Katniss is… let’s say it, Katniss is a bad actress.»

«Poor kid.» You echo him. You and Katniss are not friends, but that girls’ life is a nightmare. Forced to be the Mockingjay, forced to be a fighter all her life.

«They want us to do a commercial video. We will tell what happened after our games, and what President Snow made us do.»

You look at him in disbelief. «You and me?»

«Well, I’m the sex symbol and you are the princess, so yeah. Until Katniss warms up.»

«No.» Your voice is harsher than you wanted to be, but you can’t say anything about what happened in Capitol City. That shit made you a murderer. You killed a man, and people like you become war criminals quickly. You can’t give anyone a weapon like that. At least, not for free.

«Daisy…»

«They will use our secrets, Finnick.» You try to resonate with him, you know he is not dumb, he is quite smart. «What if we win and then they turn on us? Say things like we were Snow’s spies?» 

«We are not.» He answers, and he lends his arm. «You could ask for something in return.»

«I want complete immunity for me, for Effie Trinket and the prep team, if they are alive.» You demand in front of Alma Coin. She doesn’t like you any more that she likes Haymitch or Effie, but this is the only way you can do it. You thought about Portia and Cinna too, but they organised the revolution so you don’t think they can be in danger.

«Complete immunity? Miss Trinket…»

«Miss Trinket is an asset of the revolution and she was well aware that, if she changed her job, the kids from the district would have been in worse hands. This or nothing. I’m not eager to do this.» You don’t have that much confidence, but you want complete immunity for your Effie. And, well, for yourself. 

She looks at you like she wants to murder you with her bare hands. «This better be good.»

«It will be.»

The preparation team is hardly professional, but you and Effie manage to recreate a District evolution of your makeup and hair from the games. You sculpt your face with contour and use eyeliner for a doe look, like you are an innocent princess. 

«How do you feel?» She asks you while she braids your hair. You go for a braid, but looser than Katniss’s, because you two are different people but at the same time you are on her team. «I miss the daisies in your hair.»

«I think you should take this eyeliner. You deserved it.» Her hands soothe you, and she deserves something. She had a bad time adjusting and nobody cares. And you want the eyeliner too. «I feel… scared. I don’t want to tell them the truth.»

«You are so strong, darling girl. You can do this.» She squeezes your arms in encouragement.

When you are ready, they take you to the cameras. They are not as prepared as Caesar, but it’s still intimidating. You can tell Katniss panicked.   

«My name is Daisy Pinecone and I was a tribute for the Hunger Games this year.» You begin, and your voice is okay, not too broken but still emotional. «When you are a tribute, President Snow asks you to do some job for him. He… he said I needed to kill a man in order to keep everybody safe. He threatened my mother, my mentor and my escort. The man I killed was not a good man, Snow sent me to him as a reward for something, he wanted to-» You stop, but you know you have to finish it. «To rape me. When I killed him, tho, I didn’t do it for me. I did because I wanted to protect the people I loved from President Snow. This is the man you think is a saint.»

The camera is off now. You are shaking a little, but you manage to keep it up without crying. You did it. Now everybody will know you are a killer. 

You go to your room, just because you need to be alone, but you find Haymitch at your door and suddenly everything is better and you forget about the interview.

«You are back!» You push yourself into him, and he accepts your eager kisses, but you can sense something is wrong. You don’t have that face when a stunning girl wants to smother you with kisses. «I missed you so, so, so much.» 

«I missed you too, babygirl.» Babygirl it’s new. It’s not yours, and it’s odd. You love Sweetheart, occasionally Gorgeous, especially when he is turned on or really tired, but this… you don’t like it so much.

You close your door behind you. 

«Then kiss me properly!» You joke. And this time he lifts you up and takes your breath away with his lips. Again, you don’t have that much experience, but he is really, really good at what he does to you, you are pudding in his hands.

«You, you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.» He whispers against your lips. «You make me crazy.»

«They let you out?» You want confirmation, and he nods. «For good?»

«For good.»

You blush. «Take me to bed, wouldn’t you? I want to welcome you back properly.»

«I can’t.» He takes a deep breath and he takes a step back. You frown, confused. «Daisy… I don’t even know how to begin.»

«You are breaking up with me.» It’s not a question, it’s a fact. His body language, his words, the expression on his face. It is crystal clear. But why?

«Something happened.»

«What the hell could have happened in a rehabilitation centre? Is it for the last time? You didn’t hurt me, you did your best and it’s-» 

«Inez is Marjorie.» He blurts out.

You see the world crumble. This, this is news. Inez, the cute nurse who helped you so much, is in reality Haymitch’s long-last girlfriend, the one who died in a fire when he was sixteen. 

You nearly faint, he has to catch you and now his arms are around yours. It should be illegal how protected you feel even now.

«Pardon me?» You try not to look puzzled, but fail miserably. 

«I reacted that way too, I really thought she was part of the hallucinations.» 

The memories creep in your head. “Get out of her, you demon!”, he voiced in the hospital, before crashing your ribs.

«She didn’t tell me, we talked a lot.» You point out with a whisper. 

«She didn’t want to overstep, she wanted to discuss it with me before.» As much as you don’t like it, you can get why she did it.

«You are getting back with her.» You accuse him.

«She almost died for me, and waited for me all these years… I don’t abandon people, sweetheart.»

He doesn’t. You know how to live without him, yours is not even a relationship, but Marjorie is the love of his life, the girl he has always dreamed about in his sleep. His guilt is about her.

Dear heavens, it was hard enough to compete with a ghost, but the ghost turned real. And you feel ashamed thinking that. 

Marjorie has been through hell and returned. She was just a girl when President Snow tried to kill her, she… she deserves a happy ending. You just don’t want it to be at your expense, but it seems like it’s not a possibility.

«I understand.» You nod, and you can understand it. He blamed himself for her death all his life. «They took her away from you when you were sixteen and now you can be reunited, that’s fairytale stuff.» 

You blink repeatedly to prevent you from crying, and take a step back before he could hug you. You can’t deal with his hugs now. The scent of woods, you’ll never feel it again. You’ll never feel him again.

«That’s not… I don’t…» He stumbles into his words. 

«She’s the love of your life. I refuse to be the wicked witch.»

You really, really try not to cry. And you fail.

«You couldn’t never be the villain in my story.» He tries again to hug you, and now you are trapped against the wall but he’s the one who takes a step back when he sees the expression on your face.

«I’m trying not to be selfish here and that’s not something I’m good at.» You whisper. Tell me you want me, tell me you don’t want her, you want me, you are good with me, you feel something for me, choose me. I’ll be selfish if you ask me. Risk something, I have got nothing. Please.

«Yeah, same situation here.» He takes a step forward and he cups your face with his hands. «Listen to me.»

«You are not my mentor.» You manage a little smile.

«Just this once. You go and live your best life because, the things about being selfish? It’s bullshit. You are a fucking good person. And you are smarter than most people out there. And I won’t mention you are fucking beautiful.»

«Seriously, your language is outrageous.» He ignores you. 

«Will you do that? Live your life, forget about me?» He asks. No, you don’t want to forget about him. You don’t want to live your life without the first man you ever…

«But we could be friends.» You offer, tears in your eyes.

«You want us to be friends?» He repeats in disbelief.

«Yeah, I mean… you saved my life. I don’t want to forget you.» You don’t want to forget how his lips feel against yours, his moans, his kisses, the spot on his neck that you love to bite. Will she bite him? Kiss him? Sleep with him? She will hold hands with him and probably marry him, they are both in their 40s. He will call her “Sweetheart”. You can’t stand with the thought because you know you are the one who will be forgotten.

«Friends.» He repeats. «If that’s what you want.»

His eyes lingers on your lips a little too much, his face is too close to yours, your nose touches his. When you give him a chaste peck for goodbye, he quickly transforms it into a long, passionate kiss. In a moment his hands are around your body and his breath is in yours and it becomes almost painful how you need air but won’t let go.

«Friends don’t do that.» You point out, your chest going up and down trying to breathe. He is already cheating on Marjorie, because he has a silent promise with her. He doesn’t cheat. Are you making him do that? Are you the bad person, the wicked witch, the young seductress? Maybe. But you love him, and you don’t feel bad, you just feel desperate.

«One last time.» He mutters, just as despairing as you are. 

«One last time.» You agree, how couldn’t you agree on that. His hands are on your body, his lips are on your skin as he quickly undresses you to feel you.  

You make love through the tears. Every touch, every kiss and every moan is filled with emotions. It’s not rough, it’s not fast, it’s slow and all you want to do is taste him another time, for the last time.

And then, just like that, it’s over.

«I can’t imagine a world without you.» You whisper against his bare chest. You are not ready to let him go.

«It’s better this way, Daisy. You will live your age without dragging me around and I…»

«You’ll stay with her.» You try not to put poison in your words, but you fail. Again.

«I thought she was dead, Daisy. She lost her family because of me.»

«Stop calling me Daisy, you never called me Daisy this much.» You fight, angry. «I’m letting you go, I’m doing the right thing here, but don’t call me Daisy. And don’t you dare call her “Sweetheart”. Or Gorgeous.» You sound really pissed off, but when you watch him and you see him as broken as you are, you add a little «Please.»

He nods. «You know I… care for you.» You care for me, I love you.

«Of course I know.» It’s just too painful, you’ll stay in this bed forever.

«Come here, a little more.» 

«A little more.» You promise, and you stay in his embrace.

The rehabilitation centre is not welcoming, but the whole District isn’t. And the day I’m supposed to be alone, fucking Holly Pinecone has to shout against my face.

You don’t shout at a victor. You just don’t. But she is Daisy’s mother, so I try to keep my mouth closed. 

«I can’t believe you slept with my baby.» She storms into my room like a fury. I have to take a deep, deep breath. «I can’t believe you have a relationship with her.»

Ours is hardly a relationship, but it’s not the right time to point it out. «She’s not your baby, Holly, she’s an adult.»

«She was born a year after you won the games, you pervert!» She yells. Again.

«Yeah well I’m really old so that doesn’t make her a baby.» The deadly glare I earn tells me to shut up. «It happened, okay? I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it happened. I like her.»

«Yeah, you like her and she worships your ground. She loves you.»

«She hardly loves me, Hol.» Doesn’t she? She’s younger, I know that. 

I really didn’t want it to happen. It was meant to be a soft spot. The gorgeous woman I knew had a little crush on you. And for a year it was like that… But then she was chosen for the Hunger Games, and I didn’t want to lose her. I just couldn’t. And I wanted to do *shit* like making her laugh. 

«She changed. Between you and that Trinket woman… I don’t recognize her anymore.» 

«The games change you, I can tell. Give her time.»

«You give her time! Because she is young, Haymitch. I’m not saying you are a bad man, okay? I know you. But because I know you, I can see how wrong it is. Daisy is smart, smart enough to have a happy fulfilled life after this madness will end. How would she spend her life with you? Cleaning your house and your vomit?» 

Fuck, she’s not wrong. Annoying, but right, and I played the same play in my head everyday at the beginning. But she had the right to decide too.

«We never talked about future plans, Holly you are a mother but…»

«You. You didn’t think about this because, let’s be frank here, you won’t have that much of a future anymore. She won’t lift a finger without your permit and you know it. She loves kids so much she always wanted to be a teacher. You want kids? No. And she’s in her twenties now. Now would be the time to make them. She is so curious, she wants to travel. Do you want to travel? No. You are perfectly content to stay in your victor’s house in District 12. It’s bad to say, but you saw how she looked at Capitol City in the interviews, how she loved that life. And I’m sure she would love travelling through the Districts too. 

Do you think she’ll do that when you will scoff just one time at the idea? No. She will be by your side, just like she spent all her days in the district calling the nurses for you.»

«You are being unfair.» She’s being totally right. 

«And you are being selfish. I’m not saying that you should love her, but if you care for her…»

«Of course I care for her.» I spat. I almost blew up the whole revolution for Daisy Pinecone. 

«Set her free. She will cry a bit but she won’t spend her life hovering over you.» 

«We think the time is up for you, Abernathy. You are okay.» I didn’t feel okay. To be fair, tho, I didn’t feel like shit, not like before. The trembles were bad, but the hallucinations were the worst. I saw my family dying countless times, and Daisy more than once. 

«At least… you.» 

I couldn’t be hallucinating again, but that nurse is… no, it can’t be happening.

«You can go now.» She said, and I stopped her wrist. Not exactly the right behaviour to go out of the rehabilitation centre, I knew that, but her reaction couldn’t be stopped. 

She closed her eyes.

«Marjorie?» I tried. 

«My name is Inez.» She couldn’t lie. She was never able to lie. «Here.» 

She quickly explained. The district had spies twenty five years ago too, they knew President Snow was going to set a fire at my family and at her, they managed to save her but not my mother and brother.

I had to admit I was pissed they couldn’t. Or they wouldn’t. 

«I saw you all these years.» She confessed. «They told me not to contact you, and it was impossible from here anyway.»

All these years, all the guilt, the thought of her trapped in a burning house. I felt tears through my eyes. «I am so sorry.»

«It’s not your fault, Haymitch, just Snow’s.» I heard her voice, but that didn’t change anything. «But we need to talk.»

«Yes, we surely do.» I agreed. 

«I missed you so much.» She was crying now. I couldn’t handle women crying that well. Effie maybe, because I was used to her, and with Daisy was easy, but… «Do you think we could, I don’t know, try again? I know it’s stupid, it’s really stupid but all these years I was trapped here and…»

She was trapped here because of me, that was the hidden truth. 

«I’m with Daisy.» I managed to say. «You met her.»

«Yeah, the kid. I forgot about her.» She laughed awkwardly, «Then I’ll go.»

«We still need to talk.»

«We’ll talk, Haymitch. Go to your girlfriend.»  

«You are back!» Daisy jumped on me, so happy. She was always so happy, it was always a joy to be around her. «I missed you so, so, so much.» 

«I missed you too, babygirl.» That was true. After two weeks together all the time, it has been a torture not to kiss her and hug her whenever I wanted. 

«Then kiss me properly!» I had to talk to her. I didn’t need to linger on her glorious lips or her hips or her breasts. 

«You, you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.» I told her, just because I knew she would make a squeaky sound I liked so much. «You make me crazy.»

«They let you out?» She wanted to know, with her big doe eyes. She had eyeliner on them today, Heaven knows where she managed to find it. «For good?»

«For good.» At least I hoped. I just wanted to get wasted, on wine, on her… 

«Take me to bed, wouldn’t you? I want to welcome you back properly.» And that’s tempting. But not right, she deserved more from me. 

«I can’t.» I sighed. «Daisy… I don’t even know how to begin.»

«You are breaking up with me.» Of course not. I didn’t want to break up with her, even if we weren’t in a relationship. I just wanted to let her know about Marjorie. 

«Something happened.» I confessed. 

«What the hell could have happened in a rehabilitation centre? Is it for the last time? You didn’t hurt me, you did your best and it’s-» 

«Inez is Marjorie.» It’s not my secret to tell, and I’m already cheating on her trust. 

«Pardon me?» She looked lost, she almost fainted and when I catched her, I could smell her perfume. She, and that was hilarious, didn’t smell like daisies. She smelled like roses. And that scent was a fucking addiction.  

«I reacted that way too, I really thought she was part of the hallucinations.» 

«She didn’t tell me, we talked a lot.» 

«She didn’t want to overstep, she wanted to discuss it with me before.» 

«You are getting back with her.» No. That was the right thing, but I really didn’t want the right thing.

But then again, she was quick enough to jump into the solution. I knew she didn’t want to break up, but maybe deep down she took the opportunity. She knew she was twenty four, hell, I tried to tell her after the games. In the games there was a thing, that wasn’t almost real, but now it was. And Holly was right.

«She almost died for me, and waited for me all these years… I don’t abandon people, sweetheart.»

«I understand. They took her away from you when you were sixteen and now you can be reunited, that’s fairytale stuff.» 

«That’s not… I don’t…» I didn’t know what to do. That was odd, I wasn’t stupid, but she looked so stubborn. She wanted kids, today was meant to be the first lesson in the school for the district 12 kids. Maybe that was why she had makeup on. She was so excited, she loved kids.

I didn’t want kids. 

She wanted to travel. I hated travelling. She wanted a Capitol life, a life like Effie’s. She could have it.

«She’s the love of your life. I refuse to be the wicked witch.»

«You couldn’t never be the villain in my story.» I tendered at her sight. 

«I’m trying not to be selfish here and that’s not something I’m good at.» 

«Yeah, same situation here.» 

I got it. I knew what I had to do, how it was supposed to be. I was meant to be with Marjorie, she suffered all her life for me, and I wasn’t going to let Daisy do the same. I could let her free. 

Free to live her life, marry a young man and spend her life with a bunch of kids I didn’t want, or to become a model. 

None of the lives she wanted had nothing to do with me. And that was okay, she was too young. Too bright. It wasn’t her fault I was a broken man, but I was not going to let her waste her life with me. 

No matter how much it was going to hurt.

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l Trust me l

Dean Winchester x Reader [Y/N]

Warnings: talks of potential injury, talks of mistrust, killing.

Summary: Both Dean and [Y/N] were the most hard headed people, today [Y/N] is determined to prove to Dean just how capable she is.

Word Count: 1.1K

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Currently both Winchester boys and [Y/N] were sitting in a dingy motel room practically pulling at straws at who the witch they were hunting could be. Both [Y/N] and Dean were split on who it could be with Sam playing the middleman. Both [Y/N] and Dean could be stubborn with their own ideas on cases but always ended up compromising, today though was another story. Dean was dead set on the witch being the long, white haired, angry store owner whom they interviewed earlier on in the day, she technically was the perfect candidate. She had both the look and the attitude of the Witch they were hunting along with her working in an old antique store to Dean this looked like an easy hunt, however [Y/N] had her eyes set on another target, it was a bit out there but there was a feeling that she couldn’t shake.

To [Y/N] the witch was the 30 year old male janitor at the police station, to her she couldn’t shake the fact that every kill that had happened took place a few hours after every police interview to which the janitor was in ear shot every time was too much to ignore. But to Dean [Y/N] was acting too paranoid and was refusing to entertain the possibility that it could be possible. Dean loved [Y/N] more than he could put into words however he often let his hardheadedness get too far.

“Why will you not even entertain the fact that it could be him, do you not trust my judgement?” [Y/N] snapped, they have never argued this much, not in the 5 years that the two have been together. “In this moment no [Y/N] i don’t, why can’t you just let this be an easy hunt for once?” he snapped back. In that moment [Y/N] decided that she would just prove dean wrong and do it herself. A decision that could either prove to Dean just how capable she is, or a mistake that could cost her.

“Fine Dean I will just have to prove you wrong then” and with that said [Y/N] stormed out of the motel, slamming the door behind her, leaving Sam and Dean inside.

“C’mon Dean could you not even entertain the idea that the witch is not who you think it is?” Sam asked, feeling guilty that [Y/N] had gone off on her own, worried that because of Dean’s stubbornness she could get into a very bad situation or potentially injured. “Really Sam you too?” At this point with [Y/N] being out there alone the possibility that he could be wrong and he just let his girlfriend go to kill the witch alone has made his blood start to run cold and his mind clear the possibility that he could be wrong.

Dean started to look at all the facts more clearly now, yes the woman at the antique store fit the witch’s profile in both her looks and attitude but the more he started to think about it the more the janitor was starting to look like the witch. All the people killed were customers at the antique store however through further investigation on Sam’s part they were all connected to people who worked at the Police station. With this new fact coming to light both Sam and Dean sprung into action racing into the Impala and hoping to god that they got there in time before [Y/N] could potentially be in danger.

As [Y/N] left the motel she had only one thing on her mind and that was to prove Dean wrong. No matter how hard headed he could be [Y/N] would always love him but she just wanted him to acknowledge that she was just as much as a capable hunter as he is.

 As [Y/N] approached the police station she took extra care to make sure she didn’t let the witch know she was there, the last thing she wanted was to tip the witch off and get herself captured, or worse killed. The only weapon she had on hand was her knife, not much but enough if she could catch him off guard. As she rounded the corner into the main area of the precinct she spotted the witch in one of the conference rooms on the right. For a moment she let doubt run through her with the knife gripped in her hand as she slowly stalked towards the room. ‘What if i'm wrong?, what if Dean was right and i'm about to kill an innocent person?’ she wondered, the thing [Y/N] feared most in being a hunter is getting things wrong and innocent people getting hurt. She was seriously doubting herself as she got closer, however all of this disappeared as soon as she spotted the janitor mixing ingredients to make a spell with the wife of one of the police officers being tied up, bloody in front of him. He was the witch. She was right.

That’s all the confirmation she needed as she stalked closer, she couldn’t let him know that she was there, she only had one chance at this and she couldn’t fail. As she slowly approached behind him, knife helped up ready to strike she made eye contact with the woman tied up, the fear in her eyes gave [Y/N] all the permission she needed in this moment as she brought the knife down stabbing into the unsuspecting witch, killing him and dropping him onto the floor. [Y/N] then made a move to start untying the woman in front of her who was sobbing uncontrollably while thanking [Y/N] for saving her.

Moments later both Sam and Dead busted through the door guns and knives held high ready to fight. Upon seeing the dead witch on the floor and [Y/N] and the woman she saved in front of them Dean sprung forward engulfing [Y/N] in his arms apologising profusely. “I am so sorry sweetheart, I should never have doubted you, I regretted it all the moment you left the motel” [Y/N] has never heard Dean sound so sorry in the whole time she had known him, only then realising just how worried he had been. “I will never doubt you again, I mean look at all this, Killing a witch and saving a hostage, iv never been so sorry and so proud of you” hearing this brought tears to her eyes, this whole time all she wanted was to prove to Dean just how capable she was, and now he knew and he would never doubt her again.

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[melhekhelmurkun]

Watched The Shining by Kubrick last night, and I can honestly understand why Stephen King hates it so much. It’s definitely not the best adaptation of the book at all, and the film really did destroy all the characterization the book goes through for each of the characters.

He might’ve been a bastard and a drunk, but Jack Torrance did love his wife and son, and the book does show that. It’s only towards the late middle and end that he really goes psychotic, and that’s mainly because of the hotel itself essentially possessing him and bringing out the worst of him. I am in no way excusing his actions, because he is an attempted murderer and an abusive father, but he did love Wendy and Danny, and he wasn’t a psychopath. Ultimately, it was his love for his son that stopped him when he managed to catch up to Danny, and it was what made him try to kill himself in an attempt to save his family. Unfortunately, at that point the Hotel was too powerful, and it didn’t matter if Jack was alive or dead; it just needed his body. The movie really failed to show his descent into madness; it just jumps right into crazy, with nothing to show the man he was before everything at the hotel happened. It also failed to show that the Hotel - the ‘manager’, as was stated - was truly what was behind everything. Had the Torrances not gone to the Overlook, would Jack have snapped and killed his family? It’s a possibility, but a low one - it’s more likely that Wendy would’ve ended up divorcing him, or he would’ve carried out his suicidal thoughts.

Wendy Torrance was not a weak woman - she not only had the courage and drive to stand up to her husband when he went batshit crazy, she locked him in a pantry, stabbed him, and went up multiple flights of stairs while very badly injured… and then she lived to be happy afterwards! She survived having her back broken by her husband when he tried to kill her, and lived a happy life afterwards! I can name maybe three people in my life who I am confident could do that. Kubrick’s decision to depict Wendy as an emotionally fragile woman was just demeaning to her character. Shelly Duvall did an incredible job, however, and I respect her immensely for it. That’s not an easy role to be put into in any way, especially not when you’re working for a nightmare of a director who decides that the best way to get results is to psychologically torture the star actress. She depicted the movie version of Wendy perfectly. I was cheering for her the whole way.

And then there’s all the other changes which I can understand from a filmmaker’s perspective as being more logical to making a movie, but they did change the story quite a bit. Having Jack use an axe rather than the roque mallet was an understandable change, as it was more recognizable to the public as a dangerous weapon, however… it meant that most of the important scenes, such as when Wendy’s back gets broken, never happen. You can’t exactly do that with an axe, can you? But that scene is one of the most impactful (pun not intended) and important to the book, at least in my view, since it shows her resilience and her love for her son, as mentioned in the above paragraph about her character. The choice to use the axe also meant that that Dick Hallorann died when he should not have.

That man, the chef with the Shine, was more important to the book, I think, than any character. He was the first to tell Danny that he wasn’t alone, that there were more people out there who had the same abilities he did, and that it wasn’t a bad thing. He was the one to tell Danny of the strange happenings at the Overlook, and to tell him that the visions might be scary but ultimately he didn’t think they could hurt him - which ended up being a major part of Danny’s choices. The main part of the reason Danny went into room 217 (237 in the movie) was because he remembered Dick telling him that the visions couldn’t hurt him, that all he had to do was look away when he saw them. And then there was how Dick came all the way across the country to help Danny when he was called. He pledged to help that boy if needed, and when he was needed, he came immediately, and ended up saving the remaining Torrances. His refusal to let that boy and his family die was such a big part of the story.

I can also understand the decision to turn the hedge topiary into a hedge maze. Making bush animals move is not at all easy, especially for a movie made in the 80’s. However, the animals were also fairly important to the story; they were the first real visual of Jack’s descent into madness, and then later a big factor of his possession by the Overlook; when he refused to believe that he’d seen them move, he essentially shut down any possibility of belief that there was something wrong at the hotel. By the end of the book, we sort of find out that the hotel itself was influencing his willingness to believe that, but his initial refusal did push that along. Once someone has made up their mind about something, even something they’ve seen with their own two eyes, it’s often very difficult to get them to change it, especially in a scary situation. The topiary was the first big turning point in Jack’s psyche.

Then there’s the decision to change his death scene - having him freeze to death after getting lost in the hedge maze and suffering a mild heart attack. It was… definitely a choice? In the book itself, after Jack ‘kills’ himself (again, the Hotel was possessing him fully at that point and no longer needed him alive, just needed his body, so him fighting back and bashing his own face in really did nothing in the long run but was a rather important scene - see the paragraph on Jack Torrance for clarification) the boiler in the hotel begins to overheat. The Hotel (possessing Jack’s body) goes to release the steam from it to prevent it from exploding - the problem here is that Jack was told by Watson that the boiler would blow long before the pressure gauge reached its red zone, because it was so old. But since it was not Jack present in that body but the Hotel itself, it had no idea about this and believed the boiler was now safe, as it had managed to reach it before the needle hit the red… and then the boiler exploded. Having Jack freeze to death in the hedge maze (and thus forcing us to experience that absolutely ridiculous final scene where we see him frozen) was a much less final and impactful death than that of the boiler exploding. With the explosion, his body was destroyed, and so the ‘manager’ of the Overlook was destroyed (the ghost/demon). It was a finale; the evil perished, the good guys got away, and everything was right in the world. With the freezing, it was much less final, and much less satisfying.

Objectively, if you separate the book from the movie, the movie wasn’t terrible. I did like it, and I had a lot of fun watching it. But as an adaptation, I found it VERY lacking. I can understand why King hates it so much.

#long post #very long post #film review #kind of #film analysis #book analysis #the shining #stephen king #jack torrance #wendy torrance #danny torrance #dick hallorann #opinion post #I’ve been thinking about this all day #the book was absolutely incredible and it’s now one of my favorite books #I couldn’t put it down #I would analyze Carrie 1976 next but I don’t have the energy #its 12am so #maybe tomorrow #the shining 1980 #I also don’t like how they never used the quote ‘this inhuman place makes human monsters’ #like that was such a bomb ass quote I loved it #instead they did the whole ‘all work no play’ thing which was weird af #didn’t like that at all #I do appreciate how Jack put the sentence into a proper play format tho lol #he was losing his mind but by god was he gonna follow correct formatting

[bigboysteveharrington]

Dustin making Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Eddie answer the “if you had to be stuck on a deserted island with one person, who would you choose” question and write their answers down with reasons so they don’t know each other’s answers until after they’ve already chosen

He hopes it’ll help Steve get with whichever of Nancy and Robin he won’t admit he’s into or at least clarify which one of them he’s interested in romantically. Eddie’s mostly just involved because he’s there and to try to throw them off the scent of what Dustin’s doing so that they’ll hopefully answer honestly

Robin shows her answer first. “Steve. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but the dingus is the best company I could have and we’ve already proven we can spend hours together every day without getting sick of each other”

Steve gets that dopey smile as he hands his paper over and says “Robin. I’ve been through one hopeless situation alone with her already. Why not another one? Besides, she’s the only one that could tolerate me that long and at least I know that we’d have fun”

Dustin looks between them with a grin and adds “And you can populate the island together” and Steve and Robin in perfect unison say “Ew, gross” and Robin adds “That’s definitely never happening” at the same time that Steve adds “We’re just friends”

Nancy goes next and Eddie’s expecting her to say Steve and Steve’s expecting her to say Jonathan, but she says “I’d choose someone off the most wanted list. It would keep some dangerous fugitive from doing any more damage and wouldn’t doom anyone innocent to the same fate as me”

And Steve and Robin exchange a look because yeah that’s a smart answer and they totally just hypothetically mutually doomed each other and were happy to be chosen for that fate on top of that

And then Dustin looks to Eddie and Eddie’s feeling stupid about his answer after Nancy’s whole brave moral high ground answer and what she said about dooming someone to the same fate. He hesitates and fidgets with his paper for a moment while he rocks his weight from foot to foot before he decides to just rip the bandaid off and says “Steve because I don’t know what else is going to be on the island and I’m probably going to need someone to protect me from the wildlife. He’s already proven he can handle looking after himself and whoever else, even when he gets yanked into some unknown place with no real weapon”

#Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #Nancy Wheeler #Eddie Munson #Dustin Henderson #Stranger Things #ST4 #Platonic Stobin #Platonic with a capital p #ST #Stranger Things headcanon #Mine

[fernandesart]

I have a lot of thoughts on How to Train your Dragon Steddie and I’m currently at home sick, so why not write them out. I am not a writer so this isn't very put together but have it anyway.

Hawkins is a little Viking fishers town, constantly being plagued by dragons. Eddie is the nephew of the local blacksmith and spends most of his time in the workshop, helping out Wayne with making weapons and being his delivery boy. He is the local outcast and not at all a fighter, which doesn’t help his popularity. Steve, however, is the local hero alongside his merry band of kids. He is one of the best fighters in Hawkins and always the first one to jump headfirst into danger to save a life. I also like the idea of Steve being the chief’s (Hopper) adoptive son, meaning he is pretty important on all fronts.

Eddie is a little bit obsessed with him, spending a lot of time just watching Steve on the battlefield while he’s supposed to be helping Wayne. He can’t help it. Despite the fact that Steve was an asshole while his biological parents were still hanging around in Hawkins and when he spent his time with bullies such as Tommy H., Eddie has always had feelings lingering around. It only got stronger once word got out that Steve was one of the people who saved Will Byers, a kid unlucky enough to be kidnapped by a dragon while he was out in the woods. Steve turned around, dumping his old friends and instead is now constantly seen with the likes of Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers and the whole group of kids who have imprinted on him. Eddie is pretty sure that none of them actually know who he is, despite Hawkins being a tiny town but he is content with just watching on the sidelines.

That is, until he can’t help but feel the need to prove a point. So what if he also wants to shoot down a dragon just once in his life? Maybe then Steve will also think he is cool, which is a stupid thought because Eddie shouldn’t care what others think of him. So one night, during yet another dragon attack, Eddie manages to shoot down a Night Fury but in the process, lures another dragon into Hawkins. He is nearly killed, but Hopper saves him just before he could get fried. However, it does cause yet another public humiliation for him because chief Hopper tells him to get his act together. Eddie then storms off, barely hearing uncle Wayne jump to his defense. He also feels Steve and his friends stare at him but he tries very hard to ignore that because he doesn’t need their pity.

The next day, he goes out to find the dragon and after almost being killed, he manages to befriend the dragon. He calls it Ozzy and grows very close to the dragon. However, chief Hopper decided that Eddie needs to go to dragon fighting class, meaning Eddie has no other choice but the fight. He isn’t good at all and it doesn’t help that he now has Steve around all the time, who is even better than he initially thought. Steve is also very nice to him and never belittles him when things go wrong, even when the kids do. Which is also just another sour point, the fact that a bunch of kids are better at this then Eddie is. Steve doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, Eddie can almost swear that Steve is happy he is around for reasons that Eddie doesn’t understand.

Steve is the one to notice something is different about him and sneaks after Eddie one day, only to find the dragon. At first, Steve is trying to protect Eddie from Ozzy but after some back and forth, Steve is in on the secret and swears not to tell anyone. It all comes out to the rest of the village after Eddie has to undergo the final part of his training, which is to kill a dragon in front of everyone. Ozzy, however, jumps out of the sky to protect Eddie from the other dragon and reveals himself to the rest of Hawkins. Eddie now even more ostracized, but Steve stays by his side. Alongside his own friends and the kids, much to Eddie’s surprise.

In the end, Eddie saves the town from a massive dragon and gains himself a cool boyfriend in the process.

I also like the idea of Steve crushing just as hard and being teased about it by the kids and Robin, only for Eddie to be so sucked up in his own world that he doesn’t notice it.

I suck at writing, so this will definitely result in a bunch of doodles I think

#steddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #my dumb thoughts #my stuff

[mari-lair]

What’s ur opinion on the whole Teru and kou fight ? Do u think any of them where in the wrong ? ^^

I love it, it’s one of my all time favorite chapters! I will die for the Minamoto bros!

And I think both boys are justified but in the wrong.

Before I get into their fight, is good to remember that their conflict is a follow up to the young exorcist mini arc. The arc that actually had a “proper” resolution, ending with Kou promising to take responsibility and interfere if Hanako proved to be dangerous.

A lot happened after this promise: We got Nene's lifespan reveal, Kou’s promise to always be on her side, his feelings of failure after Mitsuba’s death, which only increased after Hanako called him out for “talking big but having no solutions to offer”, his promise with the second Mitsuba, and much more.

Kou got overwhelmed by it all. So much so, he stopped giving his promise to Teru any thought, something we are explicitly shown in chap 65, where Teru wasn’t even an option when he started thinking about his “top priorities.”

And even more happened after the study camp, so it wasn’t surprising that he decided to side with Yashiro.

But Teru doesn’t know any of that, in his mind, this promise is just as important to him as it is to Kou. He is so confident Kou will keep his word and stop Hanako if he shows signs of being dangerous, that he gives Kou full liberty: He let Kou hang out with Hanako and other ghosts, he even teams him up with Nene when they are searching for a way to the far shore because he believed nothing would make Kou go against him.

Now, Teru is a smart person, but he is also arrogant, so when he comes to a conclusion he always assumes he is right.

He never asks Kou anything because he assumes Kou understands Hanako crossed the line by destroying the yorishiros, which caused enough damage for the need of a severance and led Aoi to her death, and he will take responsibility for it.

He clearly trusts Kou to keep his word, and the interesting thing about Teru is that as guarded and prideful as he is, when he trusts someone with something, he trusts them blindly. He is genuinely surprised when Kou breaks his promise and points his weapon at him.

Teru is hurt but he remains calm, he acts tired and unamused, almost testing Kou at first. Not taking him serious.

He ignores Kou to run after Hanako. He blocks and dodge but refuses to give Kou a fight. Even when there is no denial Kou is there to stop him, Teru doesn’t raise his voice, looking disappointed and tired. Annoyed at most. 

He acts as if Kou messed up big time, but it's not personal.

He only loses his cool when Kou proudly declares he is on Nene’s side.

Not Teru’s side. Nene’s side.

This is when Teru snaps. Kou may not have thought much about his decision, but this hit Teru hard: There are few people Teru genuinely cares about, and even fewer that he trusts. 

Watching the unshakable truth that his family will always be by his side be proven wrong messes with both Teru’s feelings and his ego.

Teru have every right to be angry here. Kou didn’t take Teru’s feelings into consideration at all when decided to side with Nene, so it can easily feel like he doesn’t need Teru anymore. That he doesn’t care. 

But Kou also have every right to get angry.

Teru didn’t bring up their deal, and didn’t mention how this hurt, he stayed on the "high ground" to feel like he have control, so for Kou, his aggression came out of nowhere.

Kou is genuinely surprised by Teru’s change in attitude. It feels like his brother is being cruel for no reason, bringing up his chores and demoting his determination as playing hero just to make him feel bad.

It’s not normal of him, so Kou's first instinct is to blame it on supernaturals. He doesn’t think at any point that he hurt Teru, and he doesn’t assume Teru wants to hurt him either since he knows Teru cares about him, he is just rationalizing as best he can. And the one thing he can’t understand at all is Teru’s attitude with supernaturals.

His unease only turn into anger when Teru snaps that Kou doesn’t understand him, as if Kou should be able to.

But Kou can’t, because Teru never tells him anything. Kou is rightfully angry to be blamed for something Teru brought on himself.

Teru can’t expect to get understanding, sympathy, or anything to help handle his pain when he is the one that doesn’t allow himself to be vulnerable and honest with Kou.

Teru dug his own grave and dragged Kou in it too, even if Teru doesn’t realize it.

Teru built this image of someone ‘unbeatable and reliable’ since Kou was extremely young, he is almost untouchable, someone Kou can’t imagine helping outside domestic tasks. While it doesn’t make Kou’s action any less careless and insensitive, I can understand why he would prioritize those that he had failed before and ‘needs his help’, over Teru’s feelings.

Teru had good intentions when trying to protect Kou but he only fucked up Kou's self-esteem and give him a whole different batch of issues.

Kou hates being pushed away. He doesn’t want to play hero, he doesn’t want to be seen as a useless kid, he never asked Teru to keep him in the dark and protect him. It hurt, to not be trusted with anything meaningful.

He knows taking care of the house is important but he doesn’t want to replace their mom. He wants to be by Teru's side, he wants to be dependable and respected too, which in the Minamoto household heavily connects with being a ‘good exorcist’.

He envies Teru for being a good exorcist.

Why wouldn’t he? Teru is praised and respected, Teru always smiles to not worry Kou, he paints his night patrols as fighting evil monsters, like the heroes on tv, and never vents about his rough nights.

Kou isn't stupid he must know from Teru's fucked up schedule and bruises that being an exorcist isn't easy. But since he isn't shown how it permanently beats people down, he only assumes Teru finds it 'too hard for him', which translated to 'Kou can't take it'.

Teru harsh words also hit were it hurt. It goes straight to Kou’s insecurities.

Teru can be cold but he takes his role as a big brother very seriously, so he understands his decisions had a negative effect on Kou. He is sad about it but he still doesn’t think he was wrong to keep Kou in the dark. So he doesn’t apologize, he tries to share his point of view, no sugar coating so the message sink in.

The problem is that Teru is horrible at words so instead of telling Kou his feelings and worries, try to make his line of thought something easy to follow, he shows it through actions. It feels needlessly aggressive to knock Kou’s staff off his hand and slam him on the train, but it is the way Teru knows how to express himself. It doesn’t make his behaviour any less bad, one of the worst ways to show his point of view on the matter, but is understandable from the way he grew up that this is his first instinct when he want to 'send a message'.

Calling Kou weak isn’t a payback moment or a power play, it’s what Teru genuinely believes in, is something he knows will hurt Kou and he is not happy about it. It’s why he never said it before, is why we can see his distress and frustration from how his mouth was drawn and his eyes are covered.

His attempt to ‘protect’ Kou stunted Kou’s growth as an exorcist and made him weaker than he would have been if he was trained properly.

It was wrong of Teru to make this call, he was insensitive and careless too, he didn’t consider Kou’s feelings at all.

But is understandable. Being weak doesn’t have the same meaning to Teru as it does to Kou.

Teru envies Kou's weakness.

Kou also hid his feelings of inferiority and helplessness from Teru, greeting him with a bright smile, so of course Teru mostly sees the good side of being left behind on patrol: weakness is a lack of shackles, a lack of sleepless nights, and bloody family history.

Being a prodigy ruined Teru’s life. He can be a very efficient exorcist but he doesn’t know how to be a functional human being. A lot of what he did to protect Kou is him projecting, giving Kou what Teru wished he had.

Teru may be proud of his skills, arrogant even, but he knows his deep connection to exorcism made him colder and harder to deal with, alienating him from his peers in a way he didn’t want Kou to experience. He truly believes he is doing the right thing by leaving him in the dark.

He never wanted to hurt Kou. Just like Kou didn’t want to hurt him.

But they did, they both fucked up.

In short: They have a huge communication problem, but they care a lot about each other, and I really need them to have another talk.

#toilet bound hanako kun #kou minamoto #minamoto teru #tbhk #the way this got so long even when i tried to not go in detail over how much they hurt me is baffling #no one have time for this wall of text rip #idk if i could put my insanity about these two into words well #but let it be know they destroy me emotionally cause they care so much but their communication is shit #the realization i did this in one day so is probably far less articulated than imagine just hit me and now i have f e a r s #teru minamoto #character analysis

[silvia678]

Twisted wonderland Steven universe Au

Disclaimer: English isn’t my first language and this isn’t proofread, this is a wip.

This Au will be called Twisted universe,look at the end to see some sketches of the Au

Some basic facts about the au:

* In this Au I will try to put some characteristic from the game and try to adapt them in Su universe, for example, even tho the gems can summons specials weapon they also have some special powers which is their *unique magic*, if you use too much magic you will start to gain *blot* in your gem which will lead to an *overblot*

* There are two planets (night raven and royal sword) and both of them have their own leader which are black diamond (Crowley) and withe diamond (the headmaster of RSA) both of these planets have seven nations and the leaders have their own court of other less important diamonds which they appoint as the ruler of each nations,

* Previously there was a war between the two planets in which some of the previous leader of the continents have been shattered and even for those few who survived Crowley decided to replace them with their successor for a brand new start for the new era of peace

* Sometimes gem can come out “wrong” and have difficulty to use any weapon, they only can use magic in a moderate way, these gems are called ‘monsters’ they are called like this because they don’t really have a specific gem and they also have a different body from other gems, only the dangerous monsters gets shattered

* In this Au the gems are like humanity, I mean that they used the resource from theirs planet and other planet that they have colonized to create buildings, technology ecc.., but all they create is more advanced to what we have.

* Unlike in SU, in this Au the gems can’t heal the scars they have and they aren’t born directly as adults, they also have the normal stages of lives, except for dying

* Actually Crowley isn’t the most powerful diamond, it’s malleus but he has no intention to take Crowley position, his only interest are the people from his nation and plus even if Crowley is irresponsible as fuck he isn’t doing anything to get in malleus way

* Yuu role in the story is basically the same, that got transported in another word and they are trying to find a way home hopping between lands

* Every leader of a nation has it’s court

Heartslaybul court:

This is Riddle Roseheart court, he is a really strict leader some may also call him

a tyrant but don’t let him hear you you may find yourself with a cracked gem or if your lucky in isolation with a collar on your neck if his loyal pearl, Trey Clover, manage to calm him down.

Even tho Trey seem kind and calm, don’t let him fool you, he will watch your downfall all of the sake of his Diamond.

Don’t worry, everyone is not so evil in Riddle’s court, when you feel sad the refreshing attitudine of a certain spinel called Cater Diamond can make you feel better even tho sometimes he might be a little too overbearing with the camera always pointed at your face.

Let’s not forget about two of your dearest friends! A certain ruby and a lapis who are always by your side in the worst situations,

Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade!

Savanclaw court:

This court is ruled by the strong orange diamond also called Leona kingscholar,

his brother got shattered in war so he is taking his place until his nephew is old enough try not to disturb him, he has a temper, Leona train the army and

his pearl,Ruggie Bucchi need to keep under control the army when Leona dooze off.

His strongest jasper is Jack Howl, since he was young he admired Leona so he trained hard to get into the army however it’s seem that the result of seeing his role model for the first time left him disappointed as Leona use dirty tricks in the battlefield.

I got lazy, I’ll continue this later, here some sketches that I’ll never finish

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst fanart #twst #twst au #twisted wonderland au #Su #steven universe #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #digital art #twisted universe #Silvia’s art

[apotelesmaa]

HELLO .WAIT. do you have more thoughts on wxs soul eater au i never considered combining the two even thiugh i am off the walls crazy about the,m

Oh I have. So many thoughts. You asking abt it even made me get up off my ass and draw again. Putting everything under the cut to avoid having a mile long post.

When I first had the idea I really struggled on who was a weapon/meister but after deciding on wanting to pair ruikasa/emunene up I was like tsukasa and emu need to be the meisters bc 1) it fits with them being the founding duo of wxs 2) I really wanted nene to be a gun 3) fitting tsukasa’s goals into the SE universe worked better if he was a meister. I elected to make rui a whip first and then I realized I could fit a bloodborne reference in there and reference becoming potatoes with the cane. I’m not entirely satisfied w the first pass at designs for the universe (not super close to the SE aesthetic, I cannot draw guns, I’m not very good at character design, etc) but i kind of tried to pull inspiration from:

- tsukasa and emu’s happy Phoenix costumes (split colors on tsukasa’s coat, tsukasa’s boots, the corset/bell sleeves/little cape thingie for emu)

- for tsukasa specifically: piano (b&w colors and stupid long coat tails), his second wxs costume

- emu: bc I drew her last and it was getting late I did less searching and more winging it but I did try to combine the style of her wxs costumes (shoes, dress, striped socks) & general darker Lolita (for lack of a better word) fashion.

- nene: her gaming event card (weird energy ball device thing? Which I would imagine functions similar to dtk’s shooting soul wave lengths thru the thompsons)

- rui: his ugly ass coat (fond) he wears as his first wxs costume. Also becoming potatoes cane handle thing. Him being a trick weapon (bloodborne term, essentially a weapon that can switch between two forms) also kind of lines up w him being a tech genius.

Ok done talking abt the designs onto the in universe stuff

- not basing any au story off the soul eater plot bc it didn’t work out very well (too many pjsk characters) (going with the main story wxs plot w a soul eater spin. Kinda. Gonna have to think abt that a bit.) but if I did mafuyu > crona, miku & the kagamines > dtk and the thompsons. Would that make cfm lord death. Emu would fill a similar role to maka with mafuyu in that situation but in general (besides the surface level similarities btwn tsukasa and black star) nene is too different from soul, emu is way too different from maka, and rui is literally NOTHING like tsubaki so I can’t justify just swapping out emunene/tsukasa with soul&maka/black star&tsubaki. No equivalent to that fucking cat in this universe. & the pjsk characters get to wear clothes when they’re in the weird place weapons’s bodies go when they’re transformed.

- idk maybe the regular soul eater plot is happening/will happen/has happened but this is the Japan branch (oceania branch in canon?).

- vocaloids are professors (not the kagamines. Forever babies.) but if there needs to be a lord death equivalent making that miku would be so funny. Also the normal vocaloid personalities and not the WXS ones for conveniences sake. Uhhh first thoughts for M/W would be meister miku, weapon meiko, meister kaito, luka can go either way tbh, kagamines are both weapons but are each other’s meister.

- similar to how rui did shows on his own for a really long time I think he was his own meister for a while (like Justin Law was). He doesn’t have many souls bc dwma in this universe at least pretends to give a fuck abt student safety so they don’t want to send him out alone on anything dangerous (despite his talent) and he can’t resonate soul wave lengths with most ppl bc they don’t get him. He ended up giving up on finding a meister when he was younger bc of this & just worked really hard on his own. He experiences a similar isolation from his peers that dtk did (ppl find him intimidating/envy at his skill/etc).

- equivalent of him transferring in to kamikou (? Spelling) second year is the kamishiros spending ~10 years in America. He’s still childhood friends w nene he just moved away after they drifted apart and then came back. Mizuki probably did something similar just 2 keep the mizuki & rui connection still there.

- tsukasa’s SE universe goal is to be the best meister - he wants to protect & help people (inspired by saki. I’ll get to that) but the equivalent of tsukasa forgetting he wanted to make ppl smile & believing he just wanted fame would be tsukasa believing he wants to be the best meister for fame/power.

- saki’s chronic illness is a result of black blood due to an incident w a kishin egg monster when she was younger. I think she would be a weapon but along with the canon typical chronic illness symptoms (not erasing those) she struggles for a long time w controlling her ability to change in and out of weapon form. Tsukasa & her *could* have been a m/w pair & have compatible soul wave lengths but 1) he’s overprotective and I think he realized he would not be able to fight without being too scared of getting her hurt 2) saki’s illness means she can’t really enroll in the dwma (yet. She gets there eventually.)

- nene was in the not classes before the plot picks up bc she didn’t think she had what it took to be a weapon. In universe equivalent to her forgetting her lines would maybe be freezing when she was supposed to transform during an important test when she was younger? Not baby age like in canon (bc I know the DWMA likes child soldiers but 7ish is a bit much even for them) but old enough to be taking classes & old enough to be put into not classes as a result. Im not reading SE NOT! to understand how those classes work though so thank god she gets out of those classes

- nene *is* a really powerful weapon she just lacks the confidence and struggles to resonate with people (& unlike rui she can’t wield herself)

- on that note emu can resonate with just about anyone but she hasn’t found anyone that felt right yet, and Tsukasa needs someone who can keep up w the intensity of his soul wave length and hasn’t found anyone who can do that yet.

- ^ similar to tsukasa being a piano prodigy or whatever in canon tsukasa *is* a really good meister, he just needs a really good weapon. Bc his peers would need more training to get to that level

- I toyed with making emu dtk adjacent (daughter of death) (bc PXL -> DWMA) but that would be too complicated with her brothers/dad/grandpa so I disregarded it. Maybe I’ll come back to it. I think it would make more sense for emu to come from a long line of really talented meisters so she grew up training for the job and running around the dwma.

- emu approaches tsukasa and is like we should work together!!! We’ll do better on missions and be able to take down harder kishin & maybe witches!! & he’s like sure why not every star needs a sidekick (obnoxious laugh) even though emu could kick his ass without breaking a sweat (in line with canon). & like the angel she is emu is like (ignores his pre main story dickheadedness) wonderhoy!! (Deathhoy?) okie dokie we need to find weapon partners then!! (bodily drags him to class)

- tsukasa sees rui training on his own and is like wow he’s really talented! Fitting for a future star like me! & approaches him to ask if they can pair up. Rui is like on the condition that you can find my friend a partner in your class (wants nene out of the not classes bc he thinks she’s far beyond that skill level). Emu jumps on the idea and is introduced to nene who is placed in the higher level courses to accommodate this partnership. Idc if that can’t happen in SE canon I think the Otoris have a lot of sway and any potential issues w nene being less powerful (not the case but it’s the assumption made abt not students) can be made up by emu’s skill.

- emu is instantly very taken with nene and they resonate well. I know what u are dot jpg. Rui & tsukasa can resonate but struggle to unlock their full potential (similar to soul and maka struggling with using the witch hunter form) bc tsukasa needs to realize what his real motivations are.

- tsukasa assumes nene has a low skill level at first (similar to his issues w nenerobo. God I wish I could think of a way to fit nenerobo in this au. sorry nenerobo) but is proven wrong when emu wields her.

- equivalent to the climax of the wxs main story in this is nene freezing again during an important mission and the group losing an important target -> tsukasa gets mad and yells at her -> rui fights w tsukasa over this and tells him that he’ll never be a good meister if he cares more about fame and power than people.

- tsukasa chats w the death scythe kaito & realizes the Error Of His Ways -> emu is considering dropping out bc she feels that she fucked up all of their futures as weapons/meisters by putting this into motion but tsukasa has the heart to heart with emu and they agree to continue being a team -> emu and nene partner back up -> they approach rui who has gone back to working solo and he refuses to partner back up w tsukasa

- idk what a good equivalent to the lonely alchemist show would be. Tsukasa and rui need to resonate & work together to help emunene because they’re in peril or something? & rui through the resonance realizes that tsukasa is genuine? Some sort of hand wavey plot device is used to resolve everything.

- I think that emu & rui and nene & tsukasa are also able to resonate and they do occasionally switch it up just for funsies. Emu and rui bc they just get along very well and nene & tsukasa argue with each other but can still function as a team.

- I don’t think that rui & nene can resonate because. Put down the pitchforks please. *Because* similar to their dynamic in pjsk despite their bond and their care for each other there’s a lot of baggage that needs to be worked through. Too many things left unsaid. Etc. they could probably achieve resonance later on but there’s not really a need to given that they’re both weapons and both have meisters.

- Rui thinks it’s a great training exercise to fight tsukasa “how do you expect to get better if you don’t try fighting against a weapon without a weapon… I’m just trying to help you… (fake crying)” “I’m already good at fighting without a weapon!! This is never going to be relevant knowledge anyways!!! You just want to fight me because you think it’s fun!!!!!!” “(switching manipulation tactics) Someone who wants to be a star would want to be prepared for any situation no matter how small the chance is of it happening” “hm…that’s true… ok let’s do it!!”

- cut to them in the nurses office. This is a weekly occurrence.

- emu also thinks it’s good practice to use tsukasa as moving target practice but this is less dangerous and more just continuing tsukasa’s never ending torment (he is a willing participant in said torment mind you)

- like in canon emu pulls nene out of her shell and hypes her up constantly which is huge in getting nene to have more confidence in herself and her abilities. It’s also incredibly helpful to have a meister who will never judge her for freezing and will always meet her halfway.

- also like in canon nene is very helpful with reeling emu in. She’s a very helpful voice of reason/impulse control but one that understands that even if emu’s ideas are unconventional they still have merit (even if they need to be refined a little)

- similar to the soul eater main cast having the self preservation skills of very small stupid suicidal animals hell bent on getting themselves injured or killed (Liz excluded), emu and Tsukasa are very prone to charging in to a situation w/out thinking. Tsukasa is more reasonable but unfortunately his weapon parter is not and rui usually cajoles tsukasa into doing stupid shit. Nene is suffering.

- maybe someday I’ll design rui & nene if I ever go back and refine these designs but I’m really lazy.

- not really sure how I would go around incorporating the wxs arcs into the soul eater universe with regards to PXL selling out and stuff. Making peace with the witches maybe? Something will probably come to me eventually.

- unlike atsushi ohkubo I’m not a terminally horny freak so there’s zero weird shit in this au.

- initial thoughts on the other units: minori(w)/haruka(weapon that chooses to be a meister) + airi(m)/shizuku(w), kohane(m)/an(w) + toya(weapon who was trained as a meister before deciding to be a weapon)/akito(m), mafuyu(m)/kanade(weapon… don’t make her exercise) + mizuki(w)/ena(m), leoneed swaps pairs frequently but shiho & izuka are meisters + saki and honami are weapons. Open to debate for most of these I haven’t given them much thought.

#asks #soul eater #project sekai #queueing this to not post at 4 am. #I’ll post the pics on their own on the art blog eventually. probably.

[delkios]

Some years ago I had it in my head to write a plot heavy RepComm fic, set in Clone Wars, that I wanted Fixer to take the lead roll in. I admit I tend to favor him in my work mainly because most people don't do anything with him. I love Delta Squad pretty equally as a a group and individuals as they all tick different boxes on my 'Fav Characterizations' list. Except for Boss who is objectively The Best. Unfortunately, because writing plot-centric long fic is a bit of a struggle for me, I never really got more than a vague idea of "clones that work off the front lines because they're no longer able to fight are disappearing, someone needs to play bait and find out what's happening to them". I thought maybe they were being sold as trophies or for gladiatorial sport or as part of a Most Dangerous Game scenario but never quite found anything that resonated. I kept it on the back burner, thinking I'd figure it out eventually, but after a couple years of not looking at it I've decided that's not going to happen. But the few things I've managed to write I quite enjoy so I'm sharing those here.

(scene: Luminara works with Delta Squad to find out what's happened to the missing clones, Delta Squad argues who gets to play bait and who will be following the trail.)

“With all due respect, sir, I believe I’d be better suited for this mission.”

It took a moment for Boss to register what had just been said and who said it. He turned to Fixer with a bewildered, “What?”

“You would be better suited to help the general track me down. I’m confident I can handle the situation.”

“Well, since we’re airing out our opinion,” Sev pointed a thumb at himself, “I’m the one that got highest scores in survival training, if anyone can handle being dropped into the unknown, it’s me.”

“Absolutely not. There’s no discussion.” Boss rounded on the both of them. “Whoever is going down there will be without support and likely without supplies. We need flexibility and adaptability. I’m going.”

“You’re not going to volunteer in?” Luminara asked with mild amusement.

Scorch waved a hand with a laugh. “Nah. My preferred skillsets aren’t going to be that useful in this kind of situation.”

“Again: survival. Me.” Sev growled.

“And if there’s equipment available to create a tracking beacon, I’m the only one of us capable of building one from scratch.”

That seemed to throw the other two for a moment. Sev waved a hand in acquiesce but Boss rallied. “I have the best weapons and unarmed combat record. If there’s anything dangerous down there, I’ll have a better chance in subduing it.”

“And my record is right behind yours,” Fixer countered coolly. “There isn’t much that you can handle that I can’t.”

(snip)

“It makes more sense for me to go- if anything goes wrong, I’m more expendable than you are.”

“Okay, hold up, stepping in now,” Scorch said, pushing away from the wall and moving to the middle of the discussion. He pointed a finger at Fixer and said, “You are never allowed to say that again. Or anything like it.”

“It’s not-”

“Ah, ah. No excuses, no deflecting. You’re not allowed to say or think that you’re more expendable than the rest of us. Go it?”

“Six-two-”

“You say yes or I’ll tell Sev what you did to his helmet.”

Sev swiveled his head between the two. “Wait- what about my helmet?”

“Sev,” Scorch said dryly, “do you mind not interrupting?”

Fixer crossed his arms and looked to Boss who just shrugged and said, “He’s just saying what I would.”

Fixer sighed. “Fine. I won’t say that again.”

“What happened to my helmet?”

(I need more Deltas- or clones in general -being petty brothers to each other. There's no way that they're not.)

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(scene: Fixer meets some of the clones that had recently disappeared. The people that caught him believe he's a regular CT which he's posing as, the CTs immediately recognize that he's not. Fixer might be used to having to take charge of the squad when Boss is unavailable but I thought it would be interesting in having him interact and lead clones he's unfamiliar with.)

“You can call him Nice.”

Fixer tilted his head to one side. “Nice?”

‘Nice’ sighed in a way that felt achingly familiar to Fixer. “I’m CT-6969.” Fixer just looked at him blankly and Nice fidgeted under the stare. “It… it’s a sex joke.”

“I’m aware.” He just didn’t know how that correlated with ‘nice’.

(did I make a character for the sole purpose of making a sex joke? Yes, and I have no regrets.)

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(scene: a group of armed individuals go after the clones, Fixer stays back to cover their escape. Flashback.)

“Fairness,” Vau had said, the word like a rotten thing in his mouth, “does not exist. It especially does not exist for the likes of you. You are soldiers, therefore you are expected to sacrifice for those unwilling to sacrifice. You are clones, therefore you will never be seen as a true person. You will never know freedom, you will never have a choice and no one will care. You are slaves for a war that has yet to begin to protect people who do not know you exist and will not mourn when you die. A lesser being would crack under that knowledge but you will not. You will endure, you will overcome. You will be the fiercest, hardest, most ruthless beings in the galaxy because that is the only way you will survive its cold indifference. Now,” Vau slammed his beskad to the floor, the sound of it ringing through the training room. Fixer’s hands flexed, breathing slow and steady despite his heart racing and anxious sweat prickling at his brow as he stood, unarmed and unarmored, surrounded by a squad in full training armor, ready to come down on him from all sides. His squadmates, like Fixer, like many unlucky others chosen for the exercise, stood in their own circles, waiting for the order to be given. “Show me who among you have what it takes to become a true ramikad. Begin.”

(I imagine Vau tended to make his exercises a level harder than what the other trainers did. Setting his commandos up to fail if they didn't think smarter, act quicker, fight harder. Never sugar coating how little their lives would mean to anyone but teaching them they would never need anyone's approval or kindness, even his. Whether he succeeded or if that was the right thing to do is up to the reader.)

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“As they say: the enemy of my enemy is a useful tool.”

Tio hesitated. “Uh, isn’t it the enemy of my enemy is my friend?”

Fixer blinked at him. “What sense does that make? That’s just asking to be betrayed.”

“...you commandos must’ve had gone through some karked up training.”

(As much as Vau scoffed at other trainers as being soft on their commandos, they're still very much commandos. So having their habits and teachings contrasting with CTs who didn't have such brutal, cutthroat trainers and likely had more exposure to 'normal' people is interesting to me.)

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(scene: after Delta Squad and Luminara and her troops arrive, taking out whoever was here and saving the captured clones. This is Delta reuniting with Fixer)

An arm snaked around Fixer’s neck and his body was stretched back over hard armor as Sev put him in a chokehold. “You were the reason why my helmet smelled like a kriffing gym locker room for a month? Do you know how many times I bitched to requisitions about faulty filters?”

It wasn’t a serious hold and Fixer could crane his head enough to not pass out. “You got me written up for bypassing the GAR’s holonet restrictions!”

“That wasn’t me, di’kut! Scorch implicated you when some uptight officer caught him distributing porn to the regs!”

“To be fair,” Scorch added quickly, “the implication that I was getting the material from you happened before I got caught.”

Fixer boggled. “Why were you distributing porn to the regs?”

“Hey, I am an accidental entrepreneur. I was just selling pirated unrated cuts of movies and then I started getting requests and the next thing I knew,” Scorch clapped his hands, “boom- I’m running an underground porn supply line.”

Fixer turned to Boss accusingly, “Did you know about all this?”

“Look, if I want to keep tabs on what the three of you do at all times, I’d never get any sleep. Don’t try to pin any of this on me.”

(There is no way the clones were allowed unrestricted access to basically anything, let alone the holonet which would be like the internet times, like, fifty. The fact that they were given holonet access at all was probably such a novelty and gave them a sense of freedom that they probably didn't notice or care that they were essentially parental controlled. Fixer, in Legends continuity, got Delta Squad's terminal taken away during training because Vau worried he'd hack Kamino's mainframe. I don't doubt one of the first things he did when he had time was to see if the GAR set up any holonet restrictions and getting around them. He likely didn't actually care about what was being restricted, he just saw a challenge to overcome. Scorch, being the kind of guy that people would feel more comfortable talking to, saw the potential it offered: oh, you guys like this movie? Did you know there's an unrated version that I could get you a copy of for, let's say, extra rats, some loose ammo and first crack at that blaster cannon that's going to salvage, whaddya say? It kind of snowballed on him from there but hey. Man knows how to adapt, he could definitely work with this. Until he got caught.

Sev tends to look for trouble and Scorch tends to make trouble. Fixer's troublemaking is generally a byproduct of boredom. At some point Boss just has to say they're someone else's problem or he'll collapse from exhaustion.)

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(scene: epilogue, Delta Squad ready to deploy and the clones Fixer helped free say their farewells.)

“I appreciate your help, Sixty-Nine.”

Behind him, Sev snorted and Scorch cackled. “Nice.”

Nice’s expression was a mask of eternal suffering.

(Fixer is probably the only person that hasn't snickered at his number and for that Nice will always hold him in the highest regard.)

#republic commando #unfinished fic

[fe-fictions]

will always loving ask for more claude fics <3

(Here's Claude being protected by Byleth...i.e. the "I'm hurt but I'm with you" prompt)

You were called down to the battlefield, needing to dispatch a group of rogues that had made their way towards the monastery. They were closer than the advisors were comfortable with, and so you assured them it would be cleared in no time.

That was what you thought, at first. The soldiers were dispatched and you expected them to come back soon informing you of their swift victory. Instead a panicked messenger was rushed back to the monastery, claiming it was an ambush, and that they needed immediate reinforcements.

It was serious enough that Claude suggested you both go and join the fight.

Before long the two of you were there, weapons drawn and engaging the suspiciously powerful foes.

Claude knocked one man down after another, his arrows flying true and taking down anyone who looked at him the wrong way.

You supported him with your blade and your magic, helping him clear the field and defend your fighters.

Your soldiers were faring better, but it was still a brutal battle.

You were getting nicked and cut at more than you liked; and Claude was the same way. 

If you glanced away at the wrong moment, Claude took an arrow to the shoulder, or a sword would narrowly miss his neck, slashing through his armor and gashing his chest, instead.

He was getting beaten down the longer the fight went on.

You tried to stay close to him as long as you could, but you were feeling the pressure, too. 

It was almost overwhelming for you both. 

Then there was a single, lucky shot.

An arrow struck Claude’s leg. He cried out in pain, his thigh stabbed straight through. It was still lodged, refusing to budge even as he crumpled to the ground.

It was a critical strike.

“Claude-!” You called to your husband, heart leaping in your chest. No more turns in your Divine Pulse, no way to fix this. Not unless you could get him away from the battle and someplace safe.

“Catherine!!” You shouted for your captain, who was doing her best against the battalion before her. She glanced back at you, finding your arms around your husband and helping him up to his feet (more or less). 

“Milady??” 

“Claude needs help- maintain your position! Don’t let them any closer to the church! Your orders were met with a battle cry, Catherine making good on your words and driving them back.

“This is d-dangerous, love-” Claude glanced around the battlefield, seeing far too many enemy soldiers that could quickly cut you down if they saw you. “I’m only going to weigh you down-”

“I’m taking you somewhere safe. Can you walk?”

“With help.” You positioned yourself on the side with his pierced leg, making sure to take all his weight on. You walked him towards the edge of the field, sneaking out of sight. 

“There’s a cave a few meters out. Hold on.”

It was a painstaking process, making sure that Claude was out of harms’ way. But you found the cave and ushered him inside, taking great care to lower him to the ground.

You slowly unraveled your arms around him, though you made sure to keep your hand in his, fingers on his wrist to feel for a pulse. It was weaker than you liked.

“Claude?”

“Mh…” His grunt was soft, but his smile remained. “I’m hurt, but I’m with you.”

“Okay.” You nodded, “Okay. I need… we have to take the arrow out.”

Claude grimaced at the thought. 

“Can’t come back the way it came- you’ll have to push it through.” He forced out. Your fingers tightened around his. 

“That’s…”

“It’s gonna hurt either way, sweetheart.”  A dry laugh. “Sooner the better.”

The King of Almyra was in a terrible state, but he could read your expressions even when it wasn’t the most ideal situation. Even with bleary vision, it was clear the way your jaw tightened just slightly that you were worried. Almost frightened. 

He stroked your cheek. “I’ll be fine.”

You stared at him, for a long moment. Debating. Trying to decide which option to pick before time ran out. You held his hand to your cheek, then shifted it to your shoulder. 

“… Hold on to me.”

“Like you have to ask.” He grinned. His mirth was erased the instant you started pushing. You moved the arrow forward, pulling it from the back of his thigh and pressing it through the front as quickly as you could. But trying to keep his leg from being more mangled than it was already was making it an impossible task.

And Claude bore the brunt of it.

He hissed under his breath, grabbing onto your shoulder with force enough to make you wince. But he bit his tongue, refusing to cry out despite how it felt as though his leg were on fire. 

He was almost positive it was, but his eyes were squeezed shut so tightly he wasn’t going to try and look.

“Almost there,” You mumbled, more as a comfort to yourself than your husband. You fought to keep it moving straight, desperately trying not to jostle it or twist the weapon. 

The seconds were agonizing, they passed slow and brutal, but finally, finally a moment of mercy. 

You got the arrow through. 

Claude gasped for breath, slumping against the rocks. His hand was limp on your shoulder, leaning his head back. 

“That’s the worst of it. Are you okay, Claude?”

His breathing slowed. No response. 

“Claude?”

You reached up, squeezing his hand again.

“Khalid?”

“Still… w-with you…” He panted out. 

“I’m almost done. I need to stop the bleeding.” You informed him softly, slipping off your coat with the intent of cutting some away with your knife. A proper bandage would be preferred, but you needed to work with what you had.

“Remind me to… buy you a new coat.” He joked while you tore away strips of cloth. You shrugged, tying them around the wound.

“It’s just a coat.”

“I feel bad.”

“I’d rather have my husband.” You responded evenly. The dressing of the wound went much faster than you wanted, but it was done.

You pulled the knot tightly enough that it wouldn’t budge. Claude wasn’t going anywhere, either. Not until the battle was done. One that you needed to get back to. 

“Will you be all right, here?”

“You’re not staying?”

“They need me out there. And you need a healer.”

“I’ll be fine- you can’t fight alone.”

“I have to lead them.” You reminded him gently, “They’re already without their king. They needn’t lose their queen on the battlefield, too.”

“I’m not going to be there to help you.” He protested, “I can go. I f I just keep the pressure off, I can- agh!”

His attempt to move his leg was met with a sharp protest from his leg. You smiled sadly at your husband. 

“I’m afraid not.”

Claude looked at you with a helplessness you were unfamiliar with. “If you get hurt, I’m never gonna forgive myself.” 

“I’ll be careful.” You promised as his hand came to your cheek once more, “I’ll come back with a cleric as quickly as I can. Stay out of sight, all right?” 

“You got it.” Claude’s confidence was weakened greatly by the situation, but it was the least he could do to give you a lopsided grin.

“I love you, Khalid.”

“I love you, too.” He breathed, a wisp of a kiss brushing across his lips. 

“Stay out of trouble.” You murmured. 

“Yes ma’am.” 

You were gone in an instant, launching back out into the fray to end things as quickly as you could. Claude wouldn’t die, at least, but you didn’t like the thought of him alone, defenseless and critically wounded.

Thankfully the battle wouldn’t last much longer. The upper hand was won and the Golden Deer were rightly victorious, quashing the fools who dared challenge the Archbishop.

You would hurry back to Claude with Flayn and Marianne in tow, helping him out of the cave with the intent of fixing up his wound that refused to stop bleeding.

You made it a point to hover around him from the start of the journey back to the end, sitting beside him on the bed and never once leaving him alone.

Claude could hardly complain- after all, you owed him for dragging him to a creepy cave and ripping an arrow out of him. You would counter his point by saying you saved his life, but Claude insisted the torment he suffered meant you would have to comfort him for a long time.

As if you could say no to those ridiculous puppy eyes.

#claude #byleth #fe 16 #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe three houses #claudeleth #claude x byleth #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!byleth #fem!byleth #f!mu #critical injury #critical injury angst #hurt and comfort #byleth will PROTECT her man