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lordleonster · 8 months

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"Quan!"

The moment Ethlyn sees her husband fall, she rushes to his side. There are volunteer healers specifically for the event, of course, and she ought to be mindful of the injuries she sustained in her own fight but neither of those matter right now. Even the most skilled cleric will only be able to tend to Quan's physical wounds. She is more concerned about their daughter's biting words and their effect on his heart.

She knows they must have dug deep because they cut straight through to her own as well.

"It's okay, I'm here," her voice is soothing and she reaches to touch his cheek while smiling as best she can. With her free hand, she musters up a healing spell and lets the warmth of her magic wash over him.

"...Sorry, Ethlyn."

He's not the sort of man to bluff his way out of his defeats—it is tantamount to his being that he learns the hard lessons the hard way. It's a humiliating reminder, but not in the way people would think of a man of his sort of pride. He is humiliated in the way of abasement, in the way of dislocation of an arm from its ball and socket joint. He's humiliated in a way that makes him feel like he almost understands the situation, but sits right at the edge of not understanding it—a precipice he can peer down from, but cannot reach. Disjointed. Distraught. Why had his daughter looked at him like that? And what were they to gain, being apart from each other? Fighting with each other like this? There's a gentle, wafting smell of soap to his wife that he all but leans into—he sways, and he aches, and he stills in her seas. Could she be so kind to have reminded him that he is loved? It's fair. He thinks. This soap, this hand, this second life... it's fair that he is hated, in equal measure that he is loved.

Quan rolls his thumb up, tracing her jaw—soft, but well loved. A curve that leads up to the plush of her cheek. She is a beautiful woman— a wife and a mother. And she is the first to witness this broken family, and the last to ever cry about it. It makes him feel like broken bones. Like a spine that cannot hold up their skeletons. To watch his flesh walk on, with her back turned to him. And in that same manner, with her back turned to her mother as well. "Damn." He whispers, less a curse and more a... could he call it a prayer? To rue the day Travant took everything from him. But to embrace the fact that he was alive to see the consequences that followed. "Damn."

"...You shouldn't have needed to have witnessed that, my dear heart." He feels her magic surging into him, stitching muscle and sinew in the same way she mended clothes. He confesses to the fact that he feels much like a well-loved shirt. To be worn and tattered, but to have loved and to be loved. A common sort of man that belonged in a home, held by hands that gravitated for him, that found comfort in him. For a grandiose, indulgent man, sometimes all he wanted was that. A common, simple love.

"I'll talk to her." His heart is heavy, but he lacks avoidance—he lacks negligence. Avoiding Altena now would be to disavow his own faults, and to discredit the young woman that she's come to be. He's not a man for denial, nor a man for rejection. He is... "You don't need to worry so much about me..."

Or rather, he was a man for his country. Whatever it is that Altena had seen in him and whatever it was that Travant had poisoned into her... All of that was just more facets into an uncut gem. Quan had lived and died doing what he thought was right. And Quan could also be the monster his daughter bedeviled. It stings like stitches, but he knows, as he's always known: there were no losers in a war of justice. Just men who played their part in bettering the world the only way they knew how. That damned Travant surely thought the same.

What was Quan's part then? What were people hoping to witness from him?

As he mused, eyes taking a cursory path, following the curve of Ethlyn's chin, up to her pretty eyes. He thinks, for a moment, that it doesn't matter. He'll take every role. He'll take none.

It's all to be his, the moment people use his name in vain.

"Stay by me, then, Eth. My love."

Or in love.

He rolls deeper into her lap, and sighs. Right then. Again. A little louder this time.

#{ pretend i answered this a month ago with the rest of harmonia's asks #{ ugh! wife hours (affectionate)#{ he's distraught but trying to own up to it like a man LMAO #{ “a little louder this time” referencing second verse the same as the first. bc he's going to keep trying to get through to altena LSKDFJS #{ also i'm a big fan of when i get to use past tense for quan because it implies something pivotal to him that used to be his forefront #{ prior to him dying and it becoming integrated as “past” despite being ever present to him

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bsaka7 · 1 year

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me: i am not a soccer fan anymore

Also me: has genuinely spent nearly the entire last two days thinking about the usmnt loss to the Netherlands

#Footie.txt #Literally with f1 I watch the race and am maybe jittery the rest of the day #But it never PREVENTS ME FROM SLEEPING #Last night it was just like. Bad box plays on repeat for an hour #And I NEVER have trouble sleeping #Now im like watching gio reyna vids on YouTube and getting mad he didn't get more playing time #This is why i cannot get back into soccer it is BAD FOR ME #When marthe said she'd never seen me as distraught on the internet as during the us vs Netherlands. Marthe I'm SORRY #I'll get over it in like a week and then not think about soccer for four years. Right. Right.#Anyway soccer > fris > xc #But fris is what I hope to play forever...#Ugh. Am I going to be like my dad just becoming a fan of American players abroad lmao #And arsenal. Duh

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erwinsvow · 1 month

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“Angst” but actually it’s just reader seeing Rafe’s buzz cut for the first time lol

- 💓

"what did you do?" you cry out, a horrible, anguished look taking over your pretty face. he doesn't think he's ever seen you so distraught, except maybe that time you walked in on him punching the squishmallows that live on your bed.

rafe runs a hand through his freshly buzzed hair, rolling his eyes at your reaction.

"it's summer. fuckin' hot as hell. and it was getting too long, anyways-"

"no it wasn't!" you cry out, and for a second, he wonders if you're actually about to sob over his haircut. "it was perfect. i loved your hair like that."

"okay, calm down-"

"don't tell me to calm down! you didn't even ask me-" you huff, but he cuts you off.

"ask you?"

"i'm your girlfriend. don't you care about my feelings? do you even care about me?"

"woah, kid, it's just hair-"

you calm down eventually, but still make a pouty face every time you turn to look at rafe for the rest of the day. later that night in bed, you curl up against him.

"how am i gonna play with your hair now?"

"you can still play with it."

"no i can't. ugh," you groan, burying your head into his chest. another thought pours into your head. "what am i gonna grab when we do stuff?"

rafe tilts your head up with his fingers.

"what stuff?" your face burns.

"you know. stuff."

"use your words, kid."

"ugh. when you.. y'know.. go down on me," you end up murmuring quietly, burying your face again.

"why don't we test it out then, hm?"

#lmfaooooo silly goofy. love him!#i love his buzzcut but s2 rafe... greasy bangs rafe...... thats my fuckin baby daddy. srsly #📮 asks #💓 anon #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

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soft-girl-musings · 4 months

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Cry (MK Spring Bingo #1)

Marc Spector x Reader

cross-posted to ao3

tags: panic/anxiety attacks, possibly inaccurate description of an emergency room visit (i don't remember the exact process i borrowed from my own experience bc i was sick… in the ER…), no use of y/n

wc: 1,356

fic summary: Three times Marc told you it was okay to cry, and one time you returned the favor.

A/N: Finally got around to writing something for someone besides jake lockley, bless. once again this is self-indulgent, but if anything hits home for you i'm glad <3 (based on Adam Melchor's "Cry" , which is the most marc-coded piece of music i've ever heard. in this essay i will)

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The first time came out of nowhere.

Nothing was wrong per se; no major injury or crisis had come up. All you knew was that you were frozen in the corner of your room, hot tears streaming down your face as your mind raced between a million different things.

“Sweetheart, have you seen my–” Marc’s request stopped the moment he saw you frozen in the darkened room, gripping the sleeves of your shirt as you bit your lip so hard you risked giving yourself another reason to cry.

“I just need a minute,�� your voice came out trembling and heavy, as if too many syllables would cause the tears to fall with greater force. Not that you knew how to stop them, or how they even started.

Quick strides across the room brought Marc to your side. His warm hands wrapped around yours, cold and losing color from digging into your arms.

Words were never his strong suit; Marc’s a man of few, usually letting his presence and actions suffice. So when faced with consoling you against some invisible threat, he could almost hear the sound of his own heart breaking in tandem with your staggered breath.

So he stood there. Until your fingers relaxed and entwined with his, he stood there until he could guide you to the floor. Arms wrapped around your shoulders, he cradled you as you continued to cry.

“This is so stupid,” you groaned as you wiped your face with your sleeve. “So fucking… ugh.”

“Hey,” he shushed you. “Not stupid. You’re feeling what you’re feeling.”

“But I don’t know why,” you choked out. It was hard enough being so distraught; not having a valid reason for it made everything hurt more.

“You don't have to justify it. Don't have to do anything but just… be here.” A hand to your temple eased your head against his chest. “I'm here, as long as you need me to be.”

This was all the permission you needed to let another rush of tears spill down your cheeks, soaking his shirt. He didn't mind.

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The second time was in the emergency room.

You'd never struggled to catch your breath like this before; a common cold turned south and triggered long-dormant childhood asthma, making your lungs betray the rest of your body. Marc drove you to the ER when your hollow coughing didn't let up for the third day in a row. Head spinning and chest aflame, you were rushed to the back as soon as Marc told them you couldn't breathe.

“You've got to breathe steady, honey.”

“I'm trying,” you muttered around the medicated tube in your mouth. It had to be almost 3 in the morning; your body ached like crazy and you didn't catch a word of what the nurse told you to do with your medication. All you knew was that you were cold, exhausted, and grateful to have Marc there to time your breathing.

But even with his hand holding yours, you still felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Every inhalation brought medicine to your airways, but the ragged sensation resonated through your chest and made your body ache more.

“I'm so tired,” you finally said around the device. With that, your tears fell faster than you could swipe at them. Your frown pushed the device from your mouth, but you didn't care.

Marc sprang up, catching the equipment when your grip faltered. He said nothing; instead, he climbed onto the bed with you, leaning your back against his chest and taking your hand in his once more, bringing the medication back to your lips. You let him bear your weight, immediate relief washing over you as he took over keeping the device steady with one hand and gently dabbing a tissue at your cheek with the other.

“Nothing wrong with a few tears, honey. Means you’re alive.”

When you finally went home, the fire in your lungs extinguished, he held you again until you fell asleep.

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“.....The movie just started.”

(The third time was on the living room couch.)

You had finally talked Marc into watching La La Land with you (with the promise of his getting to choose the next movie night film, of course). You were barely 30 seconds into the opening number when you'd started crying, eyes glued to the screen as dozens of up-and-comers danced and sang about their dreams to make it in the industry.

“They haven't said anything.”

“They're saying everything.”

“He's dancing on a car.”

“Because he's excited!”

“Why did they stop traffic to dance?”

You didn't hear the rest of his quips, too engrossed in the scene. The colors, the music, and the highly impractical interstate choreography had a way of getting to you ever since you first saw this movie. Meanwhile, Marc sat with his arms crossed and eyebrows knit together as he tried to follow along.

When you noticed his body language, you reached for the remote and paused the movie. “Do you… want to watch something else?”

Marc's face fell when he realized this new batch of tears wasn’t because of the movie, but because of him. The thought of making your cry hit like a punch to the gut.

He took the remote from you, moving closer to your side. “Nice try, but you're not getting out of it that easily. I need your commentary if I'm gonna keep up.” He hit play and choked down every criticism as he saw your face light up, tears of joy brimming during the remaining 2 hours of the film.

The next morning, while making breakfast, you could have sworn you heard Marc humming Another Day of Sun under his breath.

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As you'd grown closer, you began to know Marc as your rock, your steady landing place when you had thoughts and feelings too big to deal with on your own. He never had to say much to be there for you. He kept you tethered and together, happy to be of service no matter how ugly your hardships felt.

It was only a matter of time before you saw a crack in his foundation.

You got home late one night, a thunderstorm hot on your heels. You had shrugged off your coat and shoes, calling out to Marc to see if he was home. No response.

You checked each room diligently, until you found him sitting on the corner of the bed.

“Marc?” You asked softly, walking toward him. You knelt in front of him, and the sight of his face twisted into an unfamiliar expression, a steady stream of tears spilling from his reddened eyes, was more than you could bear.

The first time came out of nowhere.

“Can you give me your hands, Marc?” He complied, his breath short and his eyes fixed on the storm pelting the window with sheet after sheet of rain. His vision darted between drops of water and streaks of lightning. The room shook with the echoes of thunder as the worst of the storm hit.

“Hey,” you urged him. “Just be here. With me.” Your thumb traced his wrist as you tried to stay calm. “Can you breathe with me, Marc?” You sat up on your knees. He nodded, slowly but surely matching the pace of your breath.

You didn't know what was on his mind, only that it was racing. You couldn't tell what had him so worked up, only that his breath escaped him even as you counted to ten again, and again, unrelenting in your focus on him. You had no idea what made your rock, your anchor, cry like this.

Maybe he'd tell you later; maybe it'd remain a mystery. None of that mattered in the moment. All that mattered was the rhythm of your breath as the rain let up; the way his tears drenched your sleeves when you dabbed at his flushed cheeks; the steady thrum of his heart as his body relaxed beside yours. All that mattered was how, with your chest pressed to his back as you lay on top of the bedspread, he let you hold him for a change.

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event tags: @moonknight-events @spacecowboyhotch @juneknight

addtl tags: @mrs-lockley @lunar-ghoulie @shadystarlightgentlemen @casa-boiardi (lmk if you'd like to be added/taken off this wee tag list)

#moon knight #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x gn!reader #moon knight fanfiction #marc spector fanfiction #marc spector/reader #marc spector/gn!reader #my works #mk spring bingo 2024 #moonknightevents #youtube link

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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I’m obsessed with Levi, absolutely smitten. Thank you for sharing him with us.

If you feel up to it could we get a snippet of someone maybe a rival vampire trying to plant doubts in Levi about the reader. Maybe accusing them of cheating on him and using him, only for Levi to laugh in their face because he knows how devoted and loyal they are to each other.

Just like the opposite of the miscommunication trope. Please and thank you🥺👉👈

I'm so happy you like Levi ^_^ This is just a little thing, but I thought it turned out cute and it's nice to do something lighter after the last one omg :D

Vampire (Levi) x female mom reader

Word Count: 1k

W: sfw vampire fluff

“Ugh,” Levi’s cousin Ivan and leader of his clan in Russia grimaced looking down at Meryl over his glass of blood, “don’t you have a nanny?”

Levi nudged him away from the baby sleeping peacefully in the crib he’d put in his office so she could be nearby. He’d wanted to give you a spa day and he knew you weren’t yet comfortable with the nanny, so he happily offered to keep his favorite cinnamon roll with him.

He also wanted you out of the house when his cousin arrived. He didn’t like males seeing you and he knew how frivolous vampire’s could be. Their lives were long and got boring, rare jewels intrigued them, if only for a time. He’d sent you surrounded by a handful of Amazonian vampire bodyguards, so he felt confident no one would bother you.

“(Y/N) and I have decided to keep her caretakers to a minimum,” he said, “she’s already been exposed to so many different germs and people, there’s no reason to add anymore.”

Ivan snorted.

“So she’s got you babysitting her brat?! Cousin, are you a fool?”

Of course in his time, the idea of a vampire Clan lord carrying around an infant was preposterous, let alone one that was not his son, specifically. Many vampire mothers immediately gave their children to wet nurses so they wouldn’t look weak carrying a drooling baby around.

Levi growled at his cousin, prompting him to lower his voice so as not to wake the baby.

Ivan hissed lightly back, his eyes flashing. Vampire lords didn’t like being told what to do.

“Who is this trollop anyway?” he snapped, though a bit quieter, “I’ve never seen you so wrapped around anyone’s finger.”

Levi looked a little wistful.

“Just an angel I came across in a fish store,” he murmured, his eyes resting fondly on Meryl.

Ivan raised an eyebrow.

“Fish…store…? And you’ve taken in her bastard? You’re babysitting it? Levi, I know losing Karen must have been hard but-”

Levi’s face hardened and his voice boomed.

“Don’t say her name in my presence!” he snarled.

Meryl cooed that she was waking up and started to whimper realizing she was alone. Levi looked distraught and hurried over to her, picking her up and bouncing her in his arm.

“I’m sorry baby bat, did I wake you?” he cooed, and she gave him a gummy smile, doing her “daddy is picking me up” dance in his hand.

Something about the happiness on Levi’s face when he looked at Meryl and how innocently she completely trusted him incensed Ivan.

“This is absurd Levi. No one can be this happy! How do you know she doesn’t have some lover on the side and she’s just using you? Tugging a vampire lord on a leash?! She’s probably making another one of those things right now! Aren’t you concerned with how this makes the family look?!”

Levi tipped Meryl’s head to his chest so she couldn’t see before he bared his fangs, transforming his face into a more animal version of itself as a warning.

“Now you sound absurd, cousin,” he ground out, more offended that he’d say such a thing in front of his darling baby than taking it seriously, “(Y/N) is a devoted mother and wife. I won't listen to you slandering her in front of our child.”

Ivan snorted and crossed his leg with annoyance, spinning his blood around.

“Goddess, modern romance is so disgusting,” he retorted, turning his face away from the tooth achingly sweet sight of Levi tossing Meryl in the air to make her giggle, “If it were me, I’d never see the thing.”

“That’s why you’re a cold, lonely bastard,” Levi chuckled, “and I have a warm, beautiful family.”

Ivan rolled his eyes.

“Until she backstabs you like your mother,” he snapped.

Levi growled more loudly.

“I told you not to mention her,” he snapped, flipping Meryl over his shoulder by one foot so she wouldn’t see his anger and making her laugh out loud.

“Ugggggh,” Ivan let out the longest groan ever at her pure joy as Levi pulled her back to his chest and found her one of the toys strewn on his desk to play with.

“I’m back my loves!” you sighed as you walked into Levi’s office and breezed past the vampire sitting in one of Levi’s overstuffed chairs. You tossed your purse lazily on his desk, then tipped up on your toes and gave Levi a kiss, then smooched Meryl.

“Feel my face,” you beamed, taking his hand and putting it on your freshly worked over skin, “they did some kind of laser thing to it! It’s super soft!”

He grinned down at you, taking the opportunity to circle your cheek with his fingers. Maybe it was softer than normal, it always felt soft to him, but he was happy you wanted him to touch you. You'd been seeking out his touch more and more, each time delighting him more than the last.

A bit of a tug in the back of your mind reminded you the other vampire was still there and you glanced over your shoulder at him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?” you asked, looking him over. He looked a bit like Levi, as well, but with wheat blonde hair cropped short and bright blue eyes.

“Uh…this is my cousin, Ivan,” Levi said with as little enthusiasm as possible, “he’s in town for the wedding.”

He was eager to see you since you’d been gone all morning, but he still didn’t like males looking at you, disappointed your spa treatment ended early. For Ivan’s part his mouth dropped and his eyes grew big. He hopped up from the chair and crossed the room, looming over you.

He took your hand and gave it a kiss, smiling down at you with the eyes of a predator behind baby blue irises almost flashing green with envy.

“Levi told me many things about you and I thought he was exaggerating, but he wasn’t lying when he said you are truly lovely. Now I think I understand his fascination. I look forward to seeing more of you, my dear,” Ivan purred, “Levi loves to throw parties so I’m sure there will be plenty of occasions for us to get more acquainted.”

You blinked up at him and extracted your hand from his.

“Er...good to meet you,” you said, wondering if it was a generational gap thing that made him sound so weird to you. Many of Levi's vampires had odd dialects hinting to their time of origin.

Levi bared his teeth and handed Meryl to you, practically shoving his cousin from the room.

“I’ll see you later, cousin!” he growled, slamming the door behind him.

#monster x girl #monster boyfriend #monster lover #sfw monster fluff #monster oc #vampire x reader #angst #yandere fluff #male yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #vampire boyfriend #vampire #monster x reader

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stinkysam · 5 months

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Monkey D. Luffy - You'll have to cut my arms.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “luffy x male crewmate who’s like a harpy and if it’s not to much specifically one based off a snowy owl cus Id just find it funny if the reader is sweating buckets cus all the feathers yet luffy wont stop hugging cus he’s so soft 🙏” - anon

Reader : male (he/you)

It was a hot day out in the sea, and there were no trees to cast their shadows on you as you were fishing.

You sighed as Luffy rubbed his cheek against your fluffy shoulder blades, right between your winged arms.

“Luffy, stop hugging [Name]...” Nami says, fanning herself, tilting her head to the side slightly, pitying you, though she was glad she wasn't in your shoes.

“But he's so soooft.” Luffy replied, nudging you again with a smile on his face.

“[Name], do something. Don't let yourself be trapped.”

“I can't… he's too cute.” You replied, sighing again, defeated. Nami rolled her eyes.

“Do you want my help ?”

“I don't know.”

It was her turn to sigh as she stood up, dusting her legs a bit before walking to you two.

As she placed her hands on Luffy's shoulders, she instantly grimaced.

“Ugh… so sweaty.” She said, before pulling on him. She forced and forced, pulling as hard as she could. Luffy followed, letting himself be taken away, except for his arms, who remained wrapped around you.

“Noooo…” Luffy complained, sobbing a bit.

“I'm too hot Luffy…” You said, trying to wiggle away from his arms. “Sorry.”

“Nooo ! You're so fluffy ! I want your feathers !” He continued to sob, trying to get away from Nami, still holding him firmly.

“Sure, let me give them to yo- I can't do that !” You yelled a bit too loudly, waking up Zoro from his nap.

“Can't you stay calm one afternoon ?” He yawned, glaring at you three, rubbing his face to wake up properly.

“Luffy doesn't want to let go of [Name].” Nami explains.

“I'm hot…” You sigh, lazily holding the fishing rod.

Zoro stared, annoyed, and sighed as well, rolling his eyes so hard even his head moved.

He then drew his sword out.

“What are you doing ?” Nami asks.

“I'm gonna cut his arms.”

“What !?” Luffy and Nami exclaimed at the same time.

“You better let go of [Name].” Zoro said before placing his sword in front of him, as if ready to attack.

“No, wait, wait, wait !”

Zoro moved his sword and rushed toward Luffy's stretched arms.

“Aaaaah !” Luffy yelled, quickly unwrapping his arms from around you as fast as he could, letting go of you.

Zoro stopped running, a small smile on his face as Luffy continued to yell, still in Nami's arms.

“What is wrong with you !? You would've cut me !?”

“You're welcome.” Said Zoro to you as you nodded, sighing happily. You placed the fishing rod to the side, no fish were biting anyway and you opened your arms up to stretch, a small gush of wind sliding between your feathers.

“Ahhh…”

But just as you were about to put your arms down, Luffy had rushed to you, wrapping himself back around you, holding you tight and closely against him.

“Ugh…” Let out both Zoro and Nami, distraught.

“So soft…” Luffy said quietly, nudging his head against you.

“So hot…” You huffed, truly defeated.

#male reader #m!reader #one piece #one piece x male reader #one piece imagine #one piece live action x male reader #one piece live action imagine #one piece live action #opla #opla luffy #opla x male reader #opla x reader #opla imagine #monkey d luffy x male reader #monkey d luffy imagine #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader

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an-entity-i-think · 1 year

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Merlin au where nobody (not even lancelot) finds out about merlin having magic bc merlin is actually really good at using his inside voice and also because he isn't so so so anxious about being *revealed*.

Why is he not anxious you ask?

Because he isn't scared, he's embarrassed.

Merlin goes through like a decade of secrecy and eventually he like finally awkwardly tells Arthur before the final battle cause you know he can help and stuff and Arthur is just completely flabbergasted before becoming upset and distraught,

"why didn't you tell me? You don't trust me?"

And Merlin has to stand there awkwardly and be like, "I'm sorry I literally just didn't know how to bring it up. Like at the beginning I was like well... I just didn't know you that well right? And then I like tried to bring it up in conversation but I got interrupted a few times... which like... embarrassing, and then you were all like, 'urgh magic is evil', and then it just felt awkward bringing it up you know? And then it had been a few years and I was woah I can't say anything NOW cause like it's been too long? I missed my chance and ugh this is so embarrassing!"

And he's like blushing and rubbing the back of his neck and Arthur just stands there with growing disbelief and resignation (and ofc some fondness) as he realizes for the millionth time that merlin is a fucking idiot.

#bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #magic reveal #capable merlin #awkward merlin #and then they KISS #jk... unless?#merthur #entity writes merlin

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her-satanic-wiles · 7 months

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October 16th

Public Sex, Papa Emeritus II x Reader

Masterlist

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Public sex; cheating; exhibitionism; power play; abuse of power; forced cucking (so, dubcon); fingering; piv; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; public masturbation; degradation; finger sucking; cum eating?; breeding kink; creampie;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals

🔞 MDNI 🔞

As this is dark fiction, I'm choosing to rate it 21+. Please respect my rating. Thank you.

I went a bit feral with this... please enjoy the depravity.

Papa Emeritus II was, for lack of a better term, a menace to the Ministry. He had always been a bit of a ladies’ man, but upon taking over Papacy from his older brother, he became a pure, unadulterated nightmare. For the most part, he never abused his power. He never threw his title around and stomped his feet every time he couldn’t get something his way. He would always sit back, contemplate, and form a solution even if it wasn’t the ideal outcome. However, he hated most of the Clergy members. Most of the Cardinals that surrounded him, the Bishops, just most of the people who decided that they would try and brown nose their way to Secondo’s position. Or at least into becoming his right-hand man.

The thing about Secondo was, he never had right-hand men. Knew all he needed to know about men given that he was one and, quite frankly, he couldn’t stand them. No, no, Secondo had right-hand women and enbies. Career-driven, powerful women, and enbies that had tempers and formidable demeanours rivalling that of Mt. Vesuvius. To be perfectly honest, his previous right-hand would have made Vesuvius shake to the size of the Viminal Hill in Roma.

Secondo would never sleep with his right-hand and personal team, of course not! And how dare you suggest such a thing? That would be a breach of his power, a total imbalance of the Force. No, no. He would never sleep with them. He would, of course, provide pleasure should they ask for it, though. The man was an open book many had read. A beautiful person teary-eyed and complaining that their spouse wasn’t pleasing them right? Ugh, a plague on their house. As leader of the Satanic Church, where the vulva’s orgasm was the utmost of their priorities by order of the Dark Lord and father, Lucifer, it was his right - no! His duty as Papa to make sure that this person felt loved and appreciated, and so overstimulated they could hardly walk. But that was neither here nor there. It was only his duty after all.

So, needless to say, when sweet, young, distraught you walked into his office in tears, he was beside himself. His favourite Sibling is struggling? No, this can’t happen - not on his watch. You didn’t want to tell him at first for fear of being unprofessional, but Papa was insistent you unburdened yourself. When you explained that you’d caught your partner in bed with another Sibling and he didn’t feel in any way remorseful for what he’d done, Secondo almost hit the roof. He was only able to keep himself calm for your sake. However, once he was no longer seeing red, devising a plan was as simple and easy as taking candy from a baby. Your partner was a piece of shit to you, but he was also just a general piece of shit. He was one of those brown-nosers who was after a higher position in the Ministry. He practically sold you into Secondo’s employment so you could put in a good word with Papa. But you were the kindest, sweetest, most angelic in the Ministry, and Secondo couldn’t quite bring himself to hate or be wary of you. And so now he was hatching his own plan for revenge on your behalf.

There were plenty of things he could have done, but only one thing he wanted to do. One thing that would really send a message. You. And with your consent he did just that. Papa was, unsurprisingly, the best you’d ever had. And every time you two slept together you were reminded of just how awful your partner was and how much you’d been screwed over. And so by welcoming Papa into your bed you were actively disrespecting your partner in a private way. And while it was good enough the first three times, your partner was none the wiser and was certainly not being shamed for it. Revenge is best served cold, but yours had only just entered the fridge.

You didn’t have a plan so much as a spontaneous idea stemming from the perfect situation. The Clergy had a twice-yearly dinner that all the higher members and their partners would attend. Meaning you would be there with him. And you were just as stunning as usual. You chose an emerald, sequin ensemble that made you look divine and flattered your body in such a way all eyes were on you. And this clearly frustrated your partner as when Secondo found you in one of the alcoves you were sobbing again. “He was fucking her in one of the rooms. Sister Imperator informed me. Now she knows, everyone else will.”

Secondo wrapped you into a warm hug and allowed you to cry into his robes. He was a bitter, miserable old man to most, but to those closest to him he was insanely kind and thoughtful. Ruthless and intimidating, but wonderful. “I want to embarrass him.” Secondo told you. “I want to humiliate him the most. Sathanas, if I could, I’d spread you on the dinner table and have my way with you in front of him, and watch him try to keep his cool head in front of the entire Clergy.”

You didn’t know what came over you. You didn’t know why you said what you said, but you looked him in the eye, wiped a tear away and said, “Do it.”

Secondo was clearly taken aback because he asked for clarification.

“I want him to hurt. I want him to suffer. I want you to let everyone know how much of a piece of shit he is. Ostracise him.”

Secondo gulped and looked at you with wide eyes and his hands tightened their grip on your waist. He let out an involuntary groan at the thought and before either of you could change your minds, he took you by the hand and led you back to the dining hall. He waited a second longer just so that you could make sure you looked presentable and like you hadn’t been affected by your partner’s infidelity and you entered the room, disappointed to see he still wasn’t back yet. Secondo had a plan, though, kissed your hand and told you to sit in your seat until your partner came back. Secondo would go back to his.

The power he exuded just walking back to his high backed seat had your thighs rubbing together to relieve the pressure that was building in your core. He sat down, tilted slightly to the right and resting his whole body on the arm rest, with his knees spread apart and anger in his eyes. He was intimidating, almost emanating a black smoke that subtly alerted people to his foul mood and warned them to steer clear. Your eyes were so fixed onto his, you didn’t notice your partner had walked back through the door with his own lover following moments after, until you watched Secondo’s eyes trained onto him and glowering as he came over and placed a chaste kiss to your temple. As subtly as he wanted, Secondo patted his thigh while making eye contact with you, inviting you to come over to your Papa. And you did just that, making excuses to your partner and walking over to Secondo, butterflies fluttering in your stomach in fear but mostly excitement.

Secondo took hold of your hand once more and placed a kiss to the back of it, chivalrously greeting you and welcoming you back into his presence. He decided against making a speech, believing that in this instance actions speak louder than words, and so he delicately grabbed you by the waist and guided you to sit atop his lap, the backs of your knees hooked over the armrest he was leaning on before. Now his hand rested on your thigh, and his thumb was stroking the sequined material there while his eyes gazed up at you. He sat up, stretching his back all the way up so his lips could reach your neck and attached them to your most sensitive spot. He chuckled when your eyes fluttered closed and a breathy moan escaped you. “Straddle me.” He ordered, loud enough for only you to hear.

You obeyed, hiking your outfit to it’s most comfortable position and allowing you to sit comfortably on his lap. People had begun to take notice now, but conversations were still being had. He cupped your face and pulled you down for a kiss, wasting absolutely no time in making it as filthy as he possibly could. Never had Secondo been so brazen as take a Clergy member’s wife into his lap and treat her like a common whore in front of the whole Clergy. The thought alone excited him more than he could possibly say.

His gloved hands came down your hips and grasped onto your ass cheeks, pulling your body closer to him and giving them a rough squeeze. Into his mouth, you moaned, loud enough now for more to start taking notice and conversations to begin dwindling. You barely heard the hushed whispers of people discussing how scandalous it was. But the whispers didn’t stop Secondo from taking one of his hands to his lips and spitting on it. Nor was he deterred from pulling your clothes to give him better access to your core. The only face and voice he was focussed on was yours as his middle finger made contact with your now sensitive clit. The only reaction he gave was when he watched your mouth hang open with the pleasure from the leather. Your face alone was almost enough to make him cum in his robes, but he did everything he could to make sure that the only place he’d cum tonight was inside you.

When you had gotten used to the feeling of his finger on your clit, he once again spat on his finger and used that one to breach your walls, tapping up just as you liked and making you let out a much louder moan. Whoever’s attention you didn’t get, you had now. Your hips began to move on their own in a grinding motion so you could wriggle his fingers deeper into your desperate hole. When he added a second finger, your loud moan was coupled by your back arching and your head falling backwards, allowing you to open your eyes briefly to see the entire Clergy staring back at you. Most had amused faces or disappointed looks, but your eyes flickered over to your partner to witness the look of sheer fury on his beet-red face. There was his spouse, in the lap of Papa Emeritus II, getting her pussy pleasured by him in front of the whole Ministry. You felt your nipples growing hard beneath your clothes at the thought of his embarrassment, and just how much he wanted to stop this but had no authority or power. No one did. Secondo was head of the Satanic church now - he could do what he liked. Which is how you’d both been allowed to go on for as long as you had.

“Papa!” You screamed as he hit a particularly great spot inside of you.

Secondo chuckled. “There?”

“There!”

“Cum for everyone here, principessa. Show them how pretty you look when you cum on Papa’s fingers.”

And oh boy, did you. Secondo’s fingers were playing you like an instrument he’d been playing for years. It was like he knew every single one of your quirks and desires and used them against you while he touched you. The combined eyes of the upper-Clergy and your irate partner’s expression caused you to tip quickly over the edge and cry out as you did so, toes curling and eyes shutting.

Once you’d come down, Secondo guided you to the table where he gently sat you upon it, situating himself in between your open, yet tired, legs. Secondo’s voice sounded again, “Ripple!” He called.

One of his Ghouls came forth instantly and waited for his master’s instructions. “Yes, Papa?”

Secondo’s eyes moved towards your partner and he grinned slightly. “Make sure all the paperwork for Mx. ______’s divorce is prepared. I want her free from that cheating scumbag as quickly as possible.”

“Of course, Papa. Right away.”

Ripple turned and made his exit, and when you watched him go, your eyes locked onto a particular Cardinal whose sinful smirk had caught your attention: Cardinal Terzo Emeritus. He stood, clearly not comfortable seeing what was about to come next, but he shot you a casual salute before picking up his glass of wine and pulling his own squeeze for the night, and his personal Ghoul with him as he walked away. Of course Terzo appreciated this display, it was probably something he’d do himself if he was given the opportunity. Rumours of his own infamous orgies spread like wildfire after every single one - this would normally be right up his alley.

Secondo, still looking at your partner and once your cunt was exposed to Secondo and only him, proceeded to press himself inside you. This animalistic display of dominance was almost too much for you - you were about to go feral over Secondo and the way he was silently daring your partner to do something as you were willingly defiled in front of everyone. The gasps other people made as Secondo was sinking himself into you set your body on fire, and you fell backwards onto the table allowing Papa to see you entirely.

“Are you ready, principessa?” Secondo asked looking down at you.

“Yes! Please fuck me, Papa!”

He gripped onto your soft waist for leverage as he started his movements, snapping in and out of you over and over again and making you scream with each hit. You were, perhaps, going a little overboard with some of the noises you made, but the majority of them were completely involuntary. Secondo’s cock was the best you’d had, and his attention to your body made him an expert in you. He knew you liked it rougher, filthier than most of his previous partners. And now he could add exhibitionism to the list. The way you clenched around him every time you locked eyes with someone new made his own grunts and groans appear.

“Does that feel good, principessa?” Secondo asked, his eyes locked onto your body as it jiggled with the force of his thrusts. “Do you like the Clergy watching your Papa fuck you?”

“Yes!”

“Do you like watching the Clergy touch themselves while your Papa fucks you?”

“Oh fuck!”

Secondo wasn’t lying, there were numerous Cardinals and Archbishops present, rubbing their very obviously hard cocks over their robes as they watched Secondo bury himself deep inside you over and over again. And fuck did it turn you on to see that. Quite a few people had left for reasons you couldn’t ascertain, meaning the people that were left either wanted to remember this whole scene for later, or enjoy it while it was still live. You had noticed that the remainder of Papa’s Ghouls were ushering people out as well, no doubt to give you as much privacy as possible under the strange circumstances.

Your cunt tightened, however, when you locked eyes with your partner once more, laughing deliriously at the look on his face. He couldn’t look away from you whoring yourself out to Papa - like this! While you still looked at him, you let out a loud, obnoxious moan, and set your hands to work. One pinched your nipple and played with it while it was still under the fabric of your outfit, the other moved down to your clitoris and rubbed it matching Secondo’s pace. This earned you an appreciative grunt from him.

While your eyes were still locked onto your partner’s, Secondo spoke again. “Tell me, whose cock is better? Mine or his?”

“Satan! Your c-cock is so much better, Papa!”

“Why, principessa?”

“You’re b-bigger! And you reach deep inside of me. Oh fuck! Papa, you feel so good! You always touch me in places he can’t reach!”

“Poor baby. Did he always leave you unsatisfied?”

“Yes!”

“Could he make you cum?”

“No! E-every time he fucked me I was disappointed!”

“How many times have I had you, principessa?” When you couldn’t answer, Secondo grew impatient. He landed a particularly hard thrust against your cervix that had you screaming. “How many times?”

“Four!”

“How many times have you cum around my cock?”

“Fuck, Papa! I don’t remember.”

“Try harder for me. How many?”

“Maybe - fuck, Papa! T-ten times? Papa, you’re gonna split me in half!”

“Where did we fuck the first time, principessa?”

“On his desk! I’m so close, Papa, please!”

“You’re mine now, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, Papa!”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours, Papa! I belong to only you now. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Cum for me. Show him what he’s been missing out on all this time. Remind him how much of a waste of space he is.”

With one final flick of your wrist, you came undone on Secondo’s cock, your body tensing and locking as you rose off the table. Your breath escaped you and your eyes widened. You couldn’t breathe or see. All you could do was feel. Feel your fingers still working at your clit while Papa continued to ride you in front of the Clergy members that were left behind. He was still going as you came down from your second orgasm. His gloved fingers wrapped around your hands and brought yours to his lips. His tongue flicked out as he took each individual finger into his mouth, sucking off your cum from them and moaning as he did.

“Papa!” You called up to him weakly. “I want you to cum deep in my cunt!”

He took your fingers out of his mouth and grunted in agreement. “You want Papa’s cum?”

“Yes! I want you to fill me up. I want you to fuck me full of your cum and show everyone who I belong to. Remind everyone I’m yours.”

“Knock you up,” he grunted, “do what your failure of a spouse couldn’t.”

“Please, Papa! Cum inside me!”

“Be a good girl for Papa and take it all, won’t you?”

“Yes, Papa!”

“Take it, principessa. Take every fucking drop.”

And with that, it was Papa’s turn to topple over the edge. He stilled inside you and let out a gutteral groan, releasing his seed and filling you just as you asked him to. You’d won. Your partner was completely humiliated, but the cruel beast inside you wanted to take it one extra step. Once Secondo had pulled himself out of you, you sat up and swivelled round on the table, resting your back against him. Papa took this opportunity to kiss your neck and move up to bite your ear, hanging over you protectively and dominant just to further stake his claim to you. You spread your legs once more, and showed your partner exactly what had just transpired. You shot him a smug look as you spread your cunt apart and Secondo’s cum began to drip out of you and onto the table. All of the orgasms Secondo had given you were exquisite, but watching your partner walk out of the dining hall a smaller person than before came as a close second.

Just before he left, Secondo shot him a middle finger that only you were really paying attention to, and it made you giggle. It made Secondo giggle, too. This whole ordeal had been about revenge but it also brought you closer to Secondo - and right now, even though you were still in front of a few people, the whole moment felt very intimate and private. That was when you realised you were falling for him.

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This Way Out

So, Tails slipped up. Not only did he manage to get himself snagged, but he dragged Belle into this with him. To make matters worse, Starline was unbearably smug about the whole thing. Yeah, yeah, he got the Sonic the Hedgehog’s sidekick. Whoop-de-friggin-doo.

Just when Tails was starting to prove himself again. Ugh. How embarrassing.

Well, enough of that. He promised Sonic he’d be fine, and he intended to keep his word. All he had to do was find a way to get Belle and himself out safely. … But who exactly were those two Mobians hanging around the facility?

(Alternate ending to Sonic IDW Issue #36, featuring a snarky fox. Some angst, some crack.)

Even before fully regaining consciousness, Tails knew he was in for a headache. And not just literally, though the pulsing in his temple was certainly noteworthy.

For starters, before even opening his eyes, he was lying stiffly on his back of all places. Tails never slept on his back if he could help it – his namesakes made resting much more reasonable on his side or belly. Sleeping on his tails was both uncomfortable and impractical. Impractical because it left his belly and other more vulnerable parts exposed. Uncomfortable due to the cold and the fact that his namesakes trapped underneath him, occasionally numb from lack of bloodflow. Which they were. But so were his arms and his legs, and, oh, he couldn’t move at all actually.

It was probably too much to hope that that beeping indicated that he’d spent the last fifteen hours on a stone-hard hospital bed, seeing how his last waking recollection involved him and Belle separating, tons of snow, and…

Starline. Who wanted to kidnap him. For supposedly scientific purposes.

Ugh.

With no small amount of trepidation, the fox bleerily opened his eyes. He was immediately rewarded for his efforts with too much light why couldn’t he live like the nocturnal creatures foxes were meant to be and a sinister chuckle that grated on his nerves.

“Ah, Young Master Prower. I see you are awake.”

Yup. And he wished he wasn’t.

“Starline.” Oof. Voice crack. That wasn’t doing his credibility any favors. How long had he been out? He coughed, trying to get his voice back before roughly continuing: “I hope you’ve got a five star meal on the way; otherwise I’m going to have to give this stay a poor review. Don’t tell me this is a hospital bed,” he grimaced at the surface he was strapped to, arms, tails, and all. He was trapped for the time being, but appeared to be intact, at least. If the bindings were ignored, he could have passed for a patient – the presence of the finger pulse oximeter amongst other diagnostic tools were certainly intriguing, if not concerning. Were those vials of blood his? “Or do. Cause I’m not sure there’s much I can do for you if you think it’s acceptable to let your guests sleep on tables.”

The platypus stared at him for a few seconds, like he hadn’t expected the witty response. It was actually kind of funny to watch him visibly reboot and reassess the fox. Finally, he sighed. “I suppose you were raised by Sonic. It makes sense that you would share his poor taste in humor.”

“It clearly beats your taste in decor,” Tails sniped back. Starline hummed at that.

“Public perception of you paints you to be a polite boy genius. It seems that isn’t entirely true.”

Tails shrugged. Or tried to, anyway. “The general population wouldn’t consider strapping me to an examination table. Care to explain that, by the way?”

Starline smiled a sweet-sick smile. “Oh, you’re curious, are you? To be quite frank, I want to see if you can find out. Why don’t you and Miss Belle take a moment to catch up?”

Tails froze. “Belle?”

“I'm here, Tails…” the voice came from his left. He peered over as far as he could to see the robotic marionette on a second table a short distance away. She wouldn’t meet his eyes, but from what he could see of her… she looked distraught. Not fearful, necessarily, but despairing, which was somehow even more worrisome.

“Belle, are you okay?” He asked gently. She sniffled, ducking her head into her chest as best as she could. Were those… tear tracks on her cheeks? She could cry? Why was she crying? He took a second to shoot a gleeful Starline a sharp glare before refocusing on his newest companion. “Belle, are you hurt?”

“... No,” she whispered.

Tails didn’t know if he believed that, but he didn’t know how to press the issue with the correct amount of sensitivity, especially with Starline hovering over them. What a creep. Couldn’t he leave? “Okay… okay. It’s going to be alright, I promise.” He waited for Belle’s tiny nod before continuing. “How long have you been active?”

“About… twenty minutes. I’ve been offline s-since the avalanche. I… I’m sorry, Tails. You came back for me and now-”

“I’m not worried about that, Belle,” he told her, firmly but not unkindly. “We’ll figure it out. Can you tell me what you remember?”

“I…” She made a strangled sound, but forced herself to continue. “My d-d… my creator was Mr. Tinker.” Tails gut sank. He wasn’t surprised, not with their matching attire, but it was still a sad confirmation to hear. “That… that jerk figured it out. He, he told me-” she hiccuped again. “It’s his fault Mr. Tinker is gone. He changed him into Eggman.”

“... I’m sorry, Belle.” What could he say to that? This wasn’t something he could fix with a wrench and a bit of mechanical know-how. Belle was a robot, but her feelings were hardly artificial. After Emerl, Gamma, and their successors, Tails was very well aware of that. She was just as much of a person as anyone organic; something that was clear to him from the moment they met. He couldn’t just reprogram her to feel better. Or, well, maybe he could, but that wouldn’t be right. To do so would likely be robbing her memories and cheapening her experiences, changing who she was in the process. It wouldn’t truly fix anything; frankly, it would likely lead to an identity crisis later on.

And so, all he had to offer her was kindness, and time to recover once they escaped.

“I… don’t know how to help with Mr. Tinker, but my friends and I would be happy to have you, if you want. I have space for you back at my workshop, and the Restoration accepts anyone who wants to to have a part of it. If you want a home, we’ll give you one. We can try to figure out the rest in time.”

Belle was quiet. Finally, she tearfully confessed, “That would be nice.”

He offered her a smile even though she still wasn’t looking. “I’m glad you think so. We’ll do our best to make it worth your while.” He hesitantly continued. “Did Starline do anything else?”

She shook her head. “He just… listened to me talk a-about Dad. About home, Windmill Village, and how the villagers kicked me out after the Metal Virus cleared up. I got so mad, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t care. He doesn’t care at all about what he did. He only wanted the code.”

“Code…?” At that, Tails shot another glance in their captor’s direction, though the platypus had since turned his attention to the monitor at Tails’ side, turned so that the fox couldn’t read any of the details. Were Belle’s readings stashed away in that device? … No. At least, it wasn’t just her information. Starline was gathering his vitals as well. But why? From the sounds of things, he was trying to get a reaction out of Belle earlier, and now, he was… testing Tails? Did he truly want him to uncover the motivations behind their kidnappings or was he simply fishing for another set of reactions from a different subject? He wouldn’t put it past Starline to have something of a sadistic streak – most villains lately did – but not one without purpose. If that was all he did, there had to have been some sort of incentive, something to be gained…

Why him? Why Belle? Her thoughts and feelings, and his-

Was he trying to record them both?

Was Starline in his head right now?

A delighted laugh at his side told him that yes, he probably was.

“Positively remarkable, young Master Prower! You are truly one of a kind.” The platypus’ hands clapped together. “It is no wonder Sonic has prevailed for so long! He is powerful on his own, but you, you can keep pace with him, you adapt to his spontaneity and can plan in the heat of the moment so that he is successful in his every endeavor, no matter how foolish or impossible. It is little wonder that the two of you alone keep Doctor Eggman on his toes, despite his armies, his keen intellect, and his prowess…” He stood to approach Tails again, looking down upon him with glee. “You truly are the greatest of combinations.”

That would have been a heart-warming compliment, had it not come from the mouth of a madman. As it stood, the fox had to resist the urge to squirm under that predatory gaze. He would not give Belle another reason to be afraid.

“And, in spite of knowing all of that,” Tails mildly remarked, “you brought me straight to your base.”

Starline was likely to overestimate himself. In his eyes, he had a useful enemy at his mercy. He was less likely to seriously consider the fact that, in the process, he had invited that very foe into his base, to say nothing of the others that would come knocking down his door later.

… Let him read those thoughts.

“Is that a threat?” The doctor mockingly inquired, unfazed and clearly quite confident. “You hardly have the advantage, fox.”

“I've gotten out of stickier situations.” This wasn't even the first time somebody thought to make a labrat of him, his first encounter with the Deadly Six coming to mind. … Hopefully, this wasn't going to become a trend.

“Perhaps, but I've taken precautions. Escape won't come easily for you.” The villain adjusted his glove with a self-assured smirk. “You are now quite the valuable asset to my plans.”

“Which are…?” Tails pressed, earning him a condescending pat on the head that made his skin crawl.

“All in due time, little specimen. As it stands, I've already shared too much with you, and I really must get back to work. You have such fascinating insights; it’s a pity we won’t be discussing this further, seeing how you will have no recollection of this conversation,” he coolly lamented, hand shifting from his bangs to his eyes.

“Now, it is time for you to go back to sleep.”

So... yup! Here's a glimpse of a brainworm I've had for a little while regarding Issue #36. It's a little rough and is absolutely a WIP (the end is particularly prone to change), but I felt like sharing a bit of it! Hope whoever finds it likes it! :)

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic idw #starline #starline the platypus #dr starline #belle the tinkerer #sonic idw issue 36 #fun to write! but also this is not a comfortable situation for anyone here haha #sonic fanfiction #fanfiction #wip

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Do you think that when Gojo first heard that Itadori ate a cursed object he was instantly reminded of Geto? Do you think that somewhere in his heart he knew what was going to happen because nothing good came to the person, his Suguru, who ate curses. Do you think that's why Gojo was so insistent on helping out Itadori, because in some cruel way every time he looked at the teen he was reminded of Geto? Of Geto and how he didn't notice his best friend lover spiralling until it was too late already? Do you think--?

I mention a few spoilers later in this answer!

I don't doubt that he did! Satoru did become a teacher to help guide the new generation and to make sure their youth isn't stolen from them.

I'm sure Satoru was reminded of Suguru because Yuji ate a cursed object, but even more so later down the line when he starts interacting with him more.

I do feel like Satoru may have always wondered how Suguru was feeling about swallowing curses, but given how he was at a teenager (a little less sympathetic), he didn't bother to ask. But probably didn't want to trouble Suguru with questions because he wasn't sure how he would react, but at the same time kept close to at least shine some of his silliness into Suguru's life to at least get some smiles out of him. It works given all those scenes we see of Suguru smiling at him.

It's like "I can't do this, but I can at least do this for him".

So, yeah, Satoru probably doesn't intend to repeat the past. With Yuji, he's taking that second chance.

Personally, I don't think Satoru was completely at fault with what happened with Suguru, but Satoru probably feels he is.

When I think about it right at this moment, it's interesting to me how kind of similar Satoru and Suguru interact comparing to how Satoru and Yuji do.

As I said before in other posts, Suguru and Yuji share common traits. Other than the obvious one of swallowing curses, they both cater to helping (weaker) people.

Satoru probably caught that when Yuji says he'll consume Sukuna's fingers if it means less lives are lost. Suguru also consumed curses, doing so to save lives.

Peep also how Suguru and Yuji act towards Satoru compared to everyone else.

They match his energy. While everyone else tends to come back at Satoru in a more annoyed manner, they tend to play along with his antics. Suguru is just more on the line of banter and sass, but still retaining that familiarity of being his best friend. With Yuji, they really are two peas in a pod. Yuji also tends to make remarks towards Satoru that even he sometimes is like "oh". Like when Yuji recalls to how Satoru said he was the strongest. There's that brief silence before Satoru continues on about cursed energy. (Episode 6)

I think back to the Juppon audio dramas (you can find them on YouTube). Yuji is quick to participate in the game whenever Satoru brings it up while everyone else is like "ugh".

What makes this even funnier is that when Yaga was a teacher, he would propose the Juppon game. Satoru actually wasn't for it. Meanwhile, it's Suguru who doesn't mind playing the game. (That audio drama I can't find anymore. I think the poster has to re-upload it.)

There's also Satoru's reactions to anything involving Suguru and Yuji.

When Suguru deflected and Satoru heard about it, Satoru was yelling, getting aggressive, clenching his fists. Man was downright distraught.

The only other time I can recall him having a reaction similar to that is when Yuji first dies by Sukuna's hand.

While he wasn't screaming and just a bit more calmer, he indeed was clenching his fists and visibly just as angry as he was about Suguru the time before. It's telling that as Shoko walks into the room, she comments how Satoru isn't that emotional usually.

Even later in the manga when Satoru returns, Satoru is composed when he faces Sukuna possessing Megumi. Of course, he's still upset, but the way he reacts kinda throws me off whenever I reread that part.

I say that because I would have thought he would have a screaming episode like he did before because it is Megumi, the kid he took care of for years. But I suppose he didn't want to act that way in front of Sukuna, someone I guess he wouldn't want to show a "weakness" in front of anyways.

Although, it still just a little odd to me that when he does meet Sukuna again for their fight, Satoru taunts Sukuna about how did the other expect for him to hold back because he has Megumi's face and notes how he can go all out because it's Megumi, so he'll worry about him after he has killed Sukuna.

It even gotten to the point others questioned if Satoru remembered saving Megumi.

There's even a point during that fight Satoru has a thought of Yuji, vowing he'll bring Sukuna closer to death more than Yuji was back when Sukuna ripped his heart out. Satoru really wanted to not just crush Sukuna's heart. He wanted his liver and lungs, too.

Makes me wonder if Sukuna was still possessing Yuji, would have it been the same? (As in his behavior and words. Of course, the fight would be different.)

Now, I don't think Satoru has a favorite student and I do think he does care about Megumi. With every one of them, he has a different relationship, but equally he cares about them, sees their potential.

When it comes to Yuji, it's like having Suguru around again because who else treats Satoru the way Suguru did? Again, everyone else sees Satoru as "the strongest", an annoyance or even if they're on more friendly terms with him, they don't give back the same vibes.

Yuji does. He treats Satoru as a friend who just also happens to be his teacher. Think of that scene when just before Satoru fights Sukuna, everyone was unsure how to approach, but Yuji comes out and tells him to move his Infinity out the way so he can pat him on the back and Satoru obliges.

Think of it this way! If SatoSugu would have raised a child, Yuji would have been the result. A child that thinks like Suguru but acts like Satoru.

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When a shopping trip goes wrong…

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"Ugh..." you cried and looked down in horror. People around stopped to watch the ongoing commotion, which you were at its centre.

Your friend gasped and screamed, "what the hell, let go!" and grabbed your arm to try to pull you away from them.

The person currently clinging to your right leg wailed in refusal and tightened their grasp on you.

Kicking your leg frantically, the stranger did still not release you. "Stop!" you groaned and used your hands to attempt forcing them off you. It didn't work and only served to make them even more distraught.

"N-no! I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry!" Tears streaming down their face, they buried it in your stomach and continued muttering hectic apologies.

You wanted to physically recoil at the closer proximity but couldn't because of the iron hold they held you in.

Through your shirt you felt the salty liquid seeping through and dampening your skin. It was absolutely disgusting, you thought. "Please don't hate me. I couldn't bear it if you do-I'd die!"

You were only going out to shop with your friends. This wasn't supposed to happen, not at all. The four of you had walked into a clothing store and one of your companions had then noticed a suspicious figure not far away.

Always standing in a corner, behind racks of clothing or hiding from sight behind pillars. Perhaps not completely visible, but the feeling of being watched never stopped.

Where ever you went the shadow seemed to follow and as you left the store, your friend had quickly turned around to confront them.

What you hadn't expected was for the perpetrator to be quite so young. And nor had you expected it to be someone you would recognise all to well.

Their black long hair hadn't gotten any shorter, they wore the same worn out and unwashed hoodie. Gross stains littering the entire fabric. Their skin still held the pale and sickly hue you'd seen the first time you met. Or, the first time you met them.

That was how you ended up with a mad one desperately clawing at your feet and calling your name like you were the last thing they'd ever see in this world.

Finally the scene had gathered enough onlookers for one of them to be a helping hand. A man approached you and ripped the stranger off you, their thin body wasn't able to stand against his strength and were easily removed. That didn't stop them from making a huge fuss over it though, "No, please! I need them!"

"Y/n, do you know this person?" Your friend asked you unsurely, not imagining you'd be familiar with this sort of person. But the way they spoke about you claimed otherwise.

"Ehm, not really-it's complicated." You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"What, do you know them or not, yes or no?" Your other companion asked demandingly.

"They're my stalker..."

"They're what?" They exclaimed, shocked by your words.

"Yeah, I noticed them coming by my workplace pretty often. Sometimes outside and sometimes inside the building." You explained with a regretful tone and turned your gaze towards your stalker arguing with the man.

"I thought it was weird of course, since they don't work there. Then, a few weeks later I realised they were following me as I walked home. I've tried telling them to stop bothering me, but they just won't stop."

"Can't you go to the police? Surely they'll do something."

Pursing your lips you answered, "I've already done that, they said they won't do anything since they-" you pointed at the dark haired individual,"- haven't actually done anything."

"What, that's sick, how can they say that?" They scoffed at the police's response to your problem.

"I know...."

Pushing the creep to the floor, the fellow discreetly wiped his hands on the side of his pants.

"That's enough of you, you trouble maker. What's gotten into you that you act like this, in front of kids as well." The man scolded with a tone filled with disdain, while you relished in your freedom and rubbed the sore spot on your leg. You winced, it would definitely bruise.

Your stalker said nothing to defend themself and kept sobbing in a heaving mess on the mall's dirty floor, grime made its way on their jeans and worsened their state further. People who'd initially stayed to observe the scene because it was interesting, now gazed at them with disgust.

"I'm sorry..." they muttered in their weak voice and sniffled some more. Others moved away from the scene and continued on with their day, not interested in what's going on anymore.

The man who helped you nodded at you, signalling his leave because he figured it was safe. You thanked him and looked at your stalker coldly, before turning on your heel and leaving together with your friends.

The pitiful person you left behind stared longingly at your back, heartbreak in their eyes. They hadn't meant for you to discover them, they were only supposed to get a couple photos to print out on their wall. But everything went astray when your friends noticed them and snitched.

Guess they wasn't that good at hiding and being observant. However, they wouldn't give up on you. Nothing could ever make them do that-no, you were a forever.

You were just so perfect. They couldn't get rid of the euphoric emotions that welled up whenever they laid eyes on you.

They were in too deep and had no way of getting back out of the dark abyss you'd thrown them in. Their mind, body and soul belonged solely to you now. They'd do anything and everything for you.

There is no going back.

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