#YOU'RE going to be the one crying and sniveling over it

[theladygazingatemptiness]

like I’m literally the only one of your fucking children who's on unambiguously good terms with you despite all of the shit you put me through as a child (that I’m sure you either conveniently ~don’t remember~ even though I know that you could write a detailed novel about every time I’ve ever fucked up or you Don’t Think Was Bad) and I was literally the only one of us who’s consistently shown you support and kindness during the past ten years and ever since you’ve moved in with us (because YOU couldn’t afford to pay rent) I’ve been nothing but understanding and I haven’t protested or complained Once about it and have ensured you multiple times that you aren’t being invasive and etc and I’m the Only One Of Us who kept in touch with you and told you good night while you were in the hospital and when my sister was being verbally abusive to you I gave you a fucking shoulder to cry on every single time and denounced her over and over again and not to mention I was literally The Only One Of Us who willingly volunteered to go on a special boat cruise with you on your 50th birthday (despite the fact that being away from home overnight makes me anxious and you Know it does) but yeah you go ahead and just keep on ignoring that and fixating on everything I’m Not doing right and telling me how I Don’t Actually Love You (and don’t say that you never said that shit because that’s all “You’re Not Giving Me The Love I Give You” could possibly mean.) And How Miserable I Make You (and don’t say you didn’t say that shit either!!) or w/e and keep on lumping me in with someone who literally threatened you and called you a broke bitch and a hoe!!!! whatever fucking makes you feel better!!!!!!

#wak #negative / #vent / #and no the problem isn't you telling me to get a job and etc because You're 100% Right And I Fully Agree With You!!! #For My Own Sake Yes I Do Need To Learn How To Pay All My Bills!!! #And I Do Need To Make Consistent Income!!!! #And I Do Need To Not Be Complete Dependent On My Family!!! #You're 100% Right!!!!! #No The problem is when you undermine literally Everything I've ever done for you!! #the problem is when you claim you were 'hurt' bc I drew you something for Mother's Day and didn't buy you Fancy Shoes or w/e tf you wanted #sorry that my art that I've spent years of hating myself over to perfect is so fucking worthless to you that you feel insulted!!! #the problem is when you group me in with someone who literally verbally attacked you bc I don't have a job atm!!! #the problem is when you take something really fucking minor and turn it into this huge attack on you #aside from not being as far in life as you Think I should be #I did Nothing to you!!!! #Literally Nothing!!!!! #but that's ok #bc when I Do get to the point of being able to live fully independently #and I cut your ass off permanently #YOU'RE going to be the one crying and sniveling over it #not me!!!! #so go ahead and keep pulling this bullshit!!!!!! #not about anyone online #obviously lmao #again. ignore this shit #delete later

[anantaru]

DAY 20 — DACRYPHILIA

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

kink. dacryphilia — enjoyment or arousal from tears and crying

𖧡 — including — blade, argenti

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, dacryphilia, argenti nation rise i'm horny, fingering, rough syx & messy

𖧡 — BLADE

your body was operating on impulse, your eyes induced with ardor as you amass an assemblage of hiccupy snivels and wailings when blade repeatedly crushes two digits through your ribbed walls.

the man evidently likes what he sees and was thoroughly impressed by his own skills when your continued writhing was aimlessly causing your body to feverishly rub up against his long, slender fingers piercing through your skin, your breath hitching as your body begins to shake underneath his larger one, the control blade had on you was gradually growing, with a silent promise of new sensations following suit.

your thrusts into his fingers matched the movements of his hand as you whine out at the pleasure, and for blade personally— it was almost painful to see you like this, tear stricken cheeks covering the flustered perception of your skin yet all he could do was embrace you further, the torrent of your tears soaking through the skin on his neck as you hide your sniffling face against it.

"you're fine," blade tells you, "you can take it all for me, right?" and occasionally he lets his teeth scrape over your quivering skin as you tremble at the feeling of his sharp canines grazing on top, along with a little wince and a barely audible "yes," to swiftly affirm him— knowing full on well that blade had a habit of stilling his movements if you're simply ignoring him.

his fingers pump in steady motions and you're so slick and wet inside, he's touching all over your thudding bundle of nerves, fucking his two digits knuckles deep with his eager tongue searching for your lips, pulling his head a little back to meet your clouded face as blade greedily laves into your mouth, groaning into your lips with his fingers posing electric zaps just under your skin.

𖧡 — ARGENTI

you spasm underneath argenti trashing your body into a tottery verge of euphoria, with your arms and hands flailing all over his muscular back— scratching your nails along his flexing physique as he draws his shaft inside, a glimmering hue of pink flushing the coloring on top of his cheeks as you welcome him eagerly.

by the time you adjust to his size, his cock was already so hard that it was gradually becoming painful to keep him in without argenti moving an inch, almost as if it poked against your lower abdomen and your body starts to shake as he moves himself in and out at last, crying out his darling name as you feel hot tears well up against your eyes due to one particular blow scratching at your g-spot.

"you're adorable when you cry," argenti blatantly admits to you, "and— ah, the beauty you show, so magnificent," as his heart was beating a mile a minute, the knight was seemingly beginning to struggle when you clasp around him like that, your warm pussy gushing over his girth— holding him in, constricting, fluttering your hole around his shaft before letting go again, and it's evident when he began to blurt out the most unique torrent of dirty talk, which was bundled within a bunch of over the top praises that were almost as embarrassing as they were sweet.

a feeling of utter bliss crosses his bewitching facial expressions when you suddenly stitch your lips on top of his— ugh, argenti was so astonishingly handsome that it was almost unfair in your very eyes, such a rare, almost ethereally crafted, individual, long thick lashes and his scarlet hair aflame. observing his allure, you reckoned that you'd never ever see such attractiveness from any other male species again in your lifetime.

in need, in wanting, you lap around his mouth for a taste of him as his hips increase their strength and pace, his heavy cock pushing you into the mattress and being the result of your legs jolting up in the air, almost brushing over his muscular shoulders as he ravishes your insides.

your screams, your cries, so wonderful and intimate that the growing stimulation crowding your velvety walls and shoving his erection roughly against that godly sweet spot were amplified by a ten fold, holding his girthy length in so tightly and warm whilst kissing his soft lips, feeling overwhelmingly full with both passion and lust.

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #hsr smut #blade x reader #blade smut #argenti x reader #argenti smut #kinktober #hsr argenti x reader #hsr argenti smut #hsr blade x reader #hsr blade smut #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail drabbles #blade x you #argenti x you

[djarincore]

— vampire!simon punishes you

warnings: noncon/dubcon, smut, angst, dark, jealousy if you squint, blood, sorta based off this post

You're stiff when he throws you against the sheets. A silk nightgown does nothing to shield the feeling of his body molding into yours, trapping you against the bed.

His hands leave trails of ice along your skin as they slide beneath your thighs to force them apart. His lips are on your neck; his tongue drags against your rapid pulse for a taste. You shrink beneath him when it becomes teeth—pointed canines scraping against your skin.

Your voice wavers, a thick lump swelling in your throat. Tears gloss over your eyes as you force the words out. “My Lord, forgive m-”

“Shut up,” he hisses, wrenching away from your neck. His nose meets yours as he looks into your tear filled eyes. “You’re lucky I don't fuckin’ drain you.”

“Thank you, my Lord,” you whimper, shutting your eyes. His gaze, so intense, is enough to make you feel like you're being swallowed whole. If he wants to bite you, fuck you, then he can. You just want to be free of his grasp and breathe again.

“What did you hope to accomplish tonight?”

“N-Nothing, I-”

“Look at me!” He roars. A hand clamps around your jaw and forces your face back to his.

When your bleary eyes open, Simon is still above you, holding a carved stake. The same one you tried plunging into his back.

“Thought you could stick me with this twig? Who gave you that idea, huh? You think that bastard wants to save you?”

You know you shouldn't be going back to him, but you can't help yourself. John makes you feel safe, wanted, more than a lamb for slaughter. When he takes you into his arms, they're warm. Pressed against his chest, you hear his heartbeat, reminding you you're still alive too.

When you're forced to return to Simon at dusk, you're hit with the harsh reality of why you no longer belong to the living.

Simon barks out a mocking laugh. “No one wants to save a pathetic, sniveling thing like you.”

Your chest aches and the tears you hold back flow down your temples.

“I should stick this in you to teach you a lesson. You'd like that wouldn't you?”

A new cold washes over you. When his hands push your nightgown past your hips, exposing your naked core, you grab at his wrists. He ignores your clawing fingers and you begin pleading instead. “Please, don't. Please.”

“You'll take anything in that greedy cunt. This won't be a problem,” he sneers, smoothing a hand down to your mound. “I'll even get you nice and ready for it.”

His thumb presses down on your clit and your legs lock around his waist as the sensation jolts through your body. Quick circles are all it takes for you to shift your hips forward.

“Look at you. Already asking for it.”

You bite your lip and hold back a moan. You hate the way he makes you feel used and dirty and breaks you apart with his touch.

When the stake’s tip touches your folds, you gasp. Luckily, it's dulled at the tip, not sharp enough to pierce you, and the round base is sanded down.

Simon bullies the stake into you, ignoring the way you squirm. He's met with resistance as he pushes deeper because you're not wet enough to take it.

“I can't,” you insist, shaking your head. Its pointed head prods at your walls and you wince. You resist shifting your hips and focus on his thumb still slowly swirling on your clit instead.

“That's not what this cunt’s tellin’ me,” he retorts. “Look at ‘er, takin’ it just like a cock.”

Simon thrusts the stake further. The head stabs deeper into you, forcing a pained gasp from you. Tears swell in your eyes once again and your finger dig into the sheets.

“I can't—I've learned my lesson. Forgive me,” you cry.

He pulls the stake from your cunt. It drags against your walls, making you wince, as it is pulled free, glistening with some of your arousal. Simon throws it to the side with so much force it’s embedded into the wall. To serve as a reminder for the next time you get any foolish ideas.

You take in a shuddering breath, hoping the worst is over, but yelp when his hands suddenly grasp your hips and flip you on your stomach.

Simon bends to your ear, chest pressed against you back and his hard cock against your ass. “Next time the two of you try to kill me, bring him along and I'll drain you last.”

You burrow your face into the pillow and nod your head in shame. You would be a fool to try anything like this again. And you wouldn't dare put John in danger.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos, grinding his cock against your ass. A hand sneaks between your thighs, returning to your clit.

You can't help but move your hips against his hand now that the stake is gone.

His nose brushes your bare shoulder and his other hand forces your head to the side, baring your neck for him. “Now, stay still for me.”

The pierce of his fangs is a cold sting at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. The shock is always first, rooting you in place and unable to even form a scream. And when that subsides, the pain comes hot like poison spreading through your veins.

You squirm beneath him, both the heat of his bite and your rising pleasure clash in you. But the pleasure always wins and the pain becomes nothing but an afterthought against his fingers. Instead of a scream, you moan.

You're so close, you can feel the knot in your belly tighten, but your vision is becoming blurry. You begin to fear he’ll make good on his threat to drain you.

He drinks and drinks, taking what he needs, but you feel yourself slipping between consciousness and your climax. You open your mouth but all that you manage is a weak, intelligible mumble and any pleasure you hoped for slips into a cruel darkness.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost smut #cod smut #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #cod x reader smut #cod fanfic #ghost x reader #ghost scenario #cod mwii

[weebsinstash]

I know the show isn't out yet but Stayed Gone is stuck in my head and I'm chugging my yandere Vox juice so hard right now. I think he has the capacity to be absolutely insufferable

---for starters THE SPYING POTENTIAL WITH THIS MAN. You're telling me he can directly plug himself in to the city power grid and see through all televisions, potentially even phones and computers too? Could he put himself on your phone and start going through your texts? Could he even just put himself on your phone real quick while you're sleeping to check in on you? You couldn't even have privacy in your own home because of whatever screens are around he could potentially shoot himself to or watch you through. Imagine just being in your apartment completely alone and he's suddenly on your tv. Like what if you had just been sitting there topless or with your dick out or something or 👀 I mean. He could see so much, really...

---God honestly like. You know I keep mentioning the Instagram without ever attaching pics or anything because I'm on mobile and I'd have to use the hazbin Instagram archive blogs here on tumblr to go find them back like, you know Val would openly post the meanest shit, would literally post Vox's face being busted up because he woke Val up from a nap or i think it was he literally just brought him the wrong soda (which to be fair was taken from Velvet and was half empty), and then you go over to Vox's account and his pic was taping his pieces back on while being really frustrated and kinda lowkey looking like he would cry

Like Val's out here "women are stupid also men are stupid too" and talking about how he adopted a dog and killed it within like 48 hours and here's Vox celebrating his pet's birthday with cake and a party like. Why are these men together. Why. Why. Don't get me wrong I love to be the involuntary third in a toxic codependency but--

look all I'm saying is... do any of you get really really upset when you see someone being mistreated, especially more so a friend of yours?

READER JUST LOSING THEIR SHIT GETTING FERAL ANGRY SHOUTING AND SCREAMING AT VAL BECAUSE HE PULLS SOME SHIT and like that's IT for you because 1. Valentino might like actually backhand you one as well, do you think he wears rings so it hurts, 2. Vox sees you defending him and like, it's based on your own preferences really but if he wasn't already gaga this CEMENTS it and 3. especially if he watches you have to take a blow for trying to stick up for him. Like what if you cry. I have a low pain threshold, I'd be sniveling and crying at the least. Valentino storms off and Vox is helping peel you off the floor cause you curled up into a ball or some shit and he's sitting there thinking "wow they suck at this but they still did it for me 🥺"

---during his song with Alastor, it's a little confusing because they show an actual camera crew when he's turning the TVs on, but i think it's pretty clear that he can control whatever the screens show visually, thus his little zany sketches and being able to talk to himself and at one point, showed the visual of himself blocking the radio Alastor was projecting on right next door. I can just see him using this to kind of.... fuck with you, really! Or do whatever he wants? He's trying to suck up to you and he's surrounded by roses, or you're his co-host/guest host and he thinks your joke was funny and gives a little audience laughter as a treat

Or you know... you're running from him down the street, passing all these different screens and displays as they power on and show things like, him "jumping in front of you" while demanding you stop or, trying to show some kind of blackmail publicly, or just, begging you to just ACCEPT HIM and showing you all the fun things he could do with you, "cmon, I said I was sorry, stop freaking the fuck out! We can- we can do that thing you've always wanted to do, what about that?!" as he tries to project you two doing something fun, but most importantly, doing it TOGETHER. You're running from him terrified and he's showing you images of like you two smiling and happy or, it becomes scarier as he's more desperate

"Don't-don't make me do something fucked up!! I'm serious, STOP RUNNING" and he's like freaking out, showing shit of trying to hold you down, tying you up, and/or shoving you into a locked room

Sudden thoughts of "what if the more emotional and unstable he becomes, the less he can control his intrusive thoughts and shows his more impulsive darker desires". He's tweeking and the screen glitches and you briefly think you see yourself completely restrained, blindfolded, gagged--

---he's just like OBVIOUSLY so prideful but also immature and whiny ("who gives a shit about alastor?" Well you, mr hes just quietly minding his own business and I'LL start beef because i feel threatened and STILL LOSE, like awww my poor little pogchamp got publicly humiliated in an argument HE started out of nowhere, he's my little sad wet baby lmaoooo) and we already know his relationship with Val can become physically abusive, so, you pair him staying in that kind of relationship, being codependent, with this personality of his, and I can just see.... ACTUALLY FUCKING TRIGGERED LIKE LITERALLY CRYING UPSET VOX BECAUSE YOU REJECTED HIM like he's pissed he's hurt he's lonely he's heartbroken and HELL NO IS HE GONNA ACCEPT THIS

Vox would be over here proudly claiming on his TV show that NO HE REJECTED Y O U, not the other way around! He's not upset! He's totally fine! Meanwhile everyone watching can tell this man is manic and visibly hotboxing copium, "I didn't even really like you anyways!!.... no, I mean, shit, fuck, COMMERCIAL BREAK--" *cut to technical difficulties screen because the man is CRYINGGG*

-- Valentino and Reader bonding over teasing Vox and making him flustered and of course, obviously, the inverse. I still kinda like the idea of "they both think you're cute but like nothing exciting until one night they bump into you unplanned and you're all dressed up". Like Val is from the 70s or 80s so they go to a roller rink disco whatever kinda place because I'm sure the coke game there is INSANE and you're just like, swaying your hips spinning around to Let It Whip or September or something dressed in some shorts that make your ass look just right 🤌

You're sneaking back into the studio after a night out and they're both lounging somewhere and Val's like "uhhhh who is THIS coming in without saying hi to Daddy?" and you pull your sunglasses down like "SIR??? 😳" And now HE'S flustered because he didn't know that was you and Vox is feeling some new kinda way because he's used to seeing you in like, your work uniform or casual wear

Val who then makes your work uniform really slutty and you have to serve him and Vox wearing it 😩❤️

---I have this thought of like lmao imagine walking down the sidewalk with Angel and seeing Vox on TV and Angel is like "ya know he can see everything outta dese things when he's plugged in" and you're like "bullshit, he couldn't possibly process that many screens at once, it'd overload his brain, he wouldnt be able to concentrate" and you're like "here I'll prove it, hey Vox, check it out you fucking dweeb" and flash him your bare titties or you MOON HIM

scenario A would be that he INSTANTLY barks out laughing, "hey Val, that dumb slut who brings you drinks just flashed me!" And he just totally shows it on the air, maybe partially censored, maybe not at all, your phone is ringing IMMEDIATELY, of COURSE it's Val, and Vox is broadcasting your mortified embarrassed expression, "our big story tonight: drunk bimbo fucks around and finds out! More updates after this word from our sponsor!" and the man will noooootttttttt stop bullying the fuck out of you afterwards, because he's got a crush on you and you're like someone weaker than him his insecure ass can punch down on

Scenario B is that he instantly turns pink and about 5 seconds later he blue screens and the entire city experiences a blackout and when he comes back on the air he's like stammering and, glancing at, it FEELS like he keeps glancing at you, but, is he really?

------

I dunno... like I'm sure Valentino is gonna wind up being unstable in his own way but I guess there's a certain, ALLURE to Vox being a little bratty and whiny while also having these very VERY handy, actually quite scary abilities and resources 👀 like boy show me what that screen do 😫💦

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere x reader #vox x reader #yandere vox x reader #sinprompts #yandere stuff

[motherraid]

ABSOLUTELY NOT DONE WITH MY SEBEK THIRST AND I TRULY NEED TO SPEAK ON THIS.

Sebek x AFAB!reader nsfw below the cut:

((Tw: somno(?) Dubcon(?) A bit of bullying and mean names/big boy words/pervy Sebek/dumbification? Maybe? I think?/and ooc sebek maybe im not sure))

We see so much Sebek as either the completely subby pillow prince or a sebek that's SO dominant he's like some mafia boss in a wattpad fanfic? It's all wonderful, don't get me wrong. But is that ALL we wanna reduce sebek to? D:

I absolutely CAN see and DO see most times where he's just subby and whimpering and crying, and it IS accurate, but it's not ALL that could happen! We need to start changing! it! up!! He's still Sebek for crying out loud! He'll end up having you crying and spaced out on his cock regardless of how bad you wanna ruin him.

Hear me out, pervy Sebek.

Okay, maybe when you aren't together yet he's mean and snarky, referring to you as "human" and pretending to hate your guts like always, but he'll still try to find excuses to perv on you!!!!! He's so enraptured that he can't help it.

Sebek's so needy that accidentally grazing your hand too high up his arm is a sin you need to repent for it with your pussy. You'd find yourself stuffed in an old broom closet or empty classroom in a heartbeat. He just can't take it anymore. He's already spreading your lips with two fingers and using his other hand to hold your hip in place, your ass squished firmly against the cold wall behind you and your skirt in a heap at your ankles. Who else have you been seducing while he wasn't around? He will not stand for your lecherous ways! He must protect his fellow classmates! The only way to do that is to make you cream on his tongue so many times that you can't think straight. Then, you'll be too tired to prey on any more poor, defenseless students at Night Raven College. Yank his hair, and that's another five minutes of him playing with your pretty cunt. Don't test him, harlot.

Your panties he'll be taking. Probably some lame excuse about your "punishment" for coming onto him like a shameless whore. But... We all know that by the time he gets back to his room in Diasomnia, he's soo horny from the anticipation. He wants to savor the moment, but before he can even pull his pants down he gets a whiff of you once he takes your panties out of his pocket. Now people can hear him mewling while he creams his pants through the walls.

"AND WHAT IF WE'RE TALKING ABOUT SEBEK THAT'S IN A RELATIONSHIP??!!! D:" I hear you ask (no one asked me anything. I'm delusional).

He still will not take no for an answer. He's not going easy on you just because you've won his heart. He is more gentle when initiating, but he still won't drop the "you need to be punished" bit. You've riled him up (you blinked in his general direction), and you have to take responsibility for your actions. He thinks, anyway... Everything is kinda fuzzy, so he can't really process the words coming out of his mouth right now. Sebek doesn't know whether he just cried that you're a horrible temptress or begged you to sit on his face.

Oh, and dont get me STARTED on the crocodile tears. Where's the Sebek that snivels with tears in his eyes while he's ramming his cock into you? Where's the Sebek that's so lost he disjointedly drawls into your shoulder about how you're so pretty and warm?? About how he can't stop himself? How you feel too good for him to stop??? Just one more round? Please?? Where's the Sebek that squeals and sobs when he's stuffed you with his cum for the umpteenth time?? Orgasm so intense his eyes cross and toes curl??? Nose buried in your hair and inhaling hard cause he can't get enough of your smell????? YOU'RE the one getting stuffed with his cock, bent and twisted every which way over any furniture or solid surface he can find at the time, so why is HE the one whining and moaning like a whore?

YES!! He is awkward and has no idea what he's doing, but after a while, he's so desperate he just.. Doesn't care. He's gets so erratic and clingy, and it's such whiplash from how proper and uptight he normally acts in public it's insane.

I need to see this boy's fae genes take over. I need to see this boy instinctively feel the need to have you bouncing on his dick all throughout your fertile window. His big dumb crocodile brain can't understand anything other than stuffing you full of his little hatchling(s).

And he would never curse at you once you two are together!! He'll only praise you. He'll tell you how much he loves you, how amazing you are, and how good you feel. He's got too much love to give, and he wants you to give him your love, too. So please sweet talk and praise him. He'll nut instantly. Even if it doesn't mean he'll stop slipping back into you after cumming all over the backs of your thighs. Praise him. Please?

He can't help it. He HAS to have you. It gets so bad he wants to start fucking you almost anywhere. Like a disgusting wild animal. Even if you WANT to take charge or ride him? He gets so carries away he just grabs your hips and snaps up into you over and over. Sorry babe, you can't tame the croc right now. Do you want to be in control? It's such a shame. Really is. Once you've riled him up enough, he goes into big dumb crocodile mode. And in big dumb crocodile mode he'll forget everything and fuck you like a fleshlight. Sorry, I don't make the rules.

But you think YOU'RE the one being fucked stupid? This boy is a pile of mush on top of you!! He's mid hiccup, muttering how much he loves you into your ear, sobbing and slobbering onto the back of your neck. His jabbering is oddly sweet for someone bent over your ass, hips slamming yours so forcefully you're jerked forward with every thrust (or you WOULD be if his big ass wasn't smushing you into the mattress with his weight because he just DOESN'T have the strength to hold himself up with his arms or grab your hips right now. The most he can do is prop himself up on one elbow).

You're trapped underneath a giant who loves you so much he's unconsciously using you like a sex doll. After a certain point in time this boy's mind is so cloudy he's not even fucking you for your pleasure. He just can't stop. It feels too good and his hips are moving on their own and he's too far gone to consciously still them. He's so pathetic he can't even find your clit. His hand is just rubbing at the bottom of your tummy in circles on instinct, and he does NOT care to correct himself. You'll have to do that for him, sorry.

Huh... Actually... Maybe he DOES know that you're asleep.. I don't think he'd be guiltily snapping pictures of your unaware face to jerk to later otherwise.

You can definitely tell that boy is half fae. His stamina is WELL beyond normal humans. Even now that you've blacked out, he still has yet to stop. In fact, he doesn't realize you're asleep. He's still crying about "one more round," "Just a bit more.. Please??" And, "A few more minutes." And best believe you're gonna help the damn boy. I mean, how are you REALLY going to refuse him now that you're asleep anyway??

#sebek smut #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt smut #sebek zigvolt x reader #twisted wonderland #tw somno

[haerin1]

This is like suuuppeerrrr silly but i just thought about it >.<

Scara with reader thats on her period

her randomly approaching scara and cupping his cheeks, then proceeded to sob about how pretty he is!!

Just wanna know how he would react and how he would calm her down 🥰

Could be modern or canon au‼️‼️

꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ MY LOVE, MINE ALL MINE.

note: ty for the req !! i hope its ok that i did afab reader, pls enjoy !! :3

[modern au!scara x afab!reader] super fluffy and cute, scara teases a lot, period is mentioned !!

It's a peaceful Saturday night in Scara's shared dorm with his friend, Heizou. You practically live in their dorm at this point because your clingy boyfriend makes you stay so he can see you all the time.

Heizou and Scara are casually playing video games together in their beds when he picks up a sound coming from the bathroom. Scara puts his phone down and sits up from where he was previously laying down.

He remembers you mentioning you were going to go pee but it's been, what, seven minutes now?

Heizou, not looking up from his phone as Scara starts walking to the washroom, mutters, "Need to take a piss again?" Scara rolls his eyes in response. He runs a hand through his soft but messy, dark indigo hair as his other hand lifts up to knock on the bathroom door.

"Open up, it's been a year already," Scara grumbles.

He leans against the door, pressing his ear to the wood as he waits for a response. Scara hears you approaching the door and he steps away. You open it and his brows raise in surprise at the sight of your teary face and the pout on your lips.

"Scara..."

You cry out and throw yourself against him, tightly clinging onto your bewildered boyfriend as you whine, "Why are you so pretty!? It's so unfair!" You sob out, "You have perfect, soft and clear skin and the most gorgeous eyes ever!" You continue sniffling, your tears staining Scara's sweatshirt.

Scara pauses before chuckling a bit, still visibly confused. "What's up with you, idiot," he mumbles, looking to the side as an embarrassed gesture before looking back at you, where you're now hiding your face in his sweatshirt as you cry.

"You're so perfect... whyyy!?"

You cup Scara's face, bringing him up/down (height neutral) to meet your gaze as you frown, "Promise me you won't ever get plastic surgery or... or, or a buzzcut," you sternly say, furrowing your brows together to show Scara you were dead serious.

Scara scoffs, deadpanning at you as he says, "You know I'll never get a buzzcu-" You pinch his cheeks and grumble, "Just promise me!"

Scara winces in pain and sighs, "Okay, okay... I promise I won't get plastic surgery or a buzzcut. Are you happy now?" You pause, squinting your eyes as you look him up and down before nodding. "Mhm..." You wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"You can let go now..." The faintest of pink dusts his fair complexion as he glances elsewhere. Scara hovers his hand over your head before patting your hair as an awkward attempt of comforting you.

"You're on your period, aren't you?"

You just nod against his sweatshirt, sniveling softly. Scara rolls his eyes, before he smirks slightly. "What would you do without me? C'mon," He gently wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, mumbling, "You're ugly when you cry."

You huff, "Shut up." Scara chuckles, "Just for the time being. Let's go to my car, I'll bring you with me to buy you some things from the grocery store." At that, you smile in content and cling to Scara like a puppy to its owner as he leads you to the front door of the dorm.

Heizou sits up in his bed, complaining, "Hey, you better get me buldak noodles!" Scara snarls, "This is not an invitation for free things; Only my (s/o) gets that luxury." And he shuts the front door, bringing you along and leaving Heizou in a ticked off mood.

As Scara drives, he keeps one of his hands on the steering wheel and the other one on your lap as you look out the window. He lent you his favourite Artic Monkeys sweatshirt that he was wearing earlier to warm up your stomach and ease down the cramps. He subtly glances at you every so often.

Scara parks into the lot of the grocery store and unbuckles his seatbelt. Before you know it, he's already at your side, opening the car door for you. Shortly after, Scara's pushing the shopping cart, grabbing random snacks he knows you like and puts them in.

"You like this flavor, right?" Scara mumbles, holding a ice cream tub in his hands and inspecting it. You nod, smiling. As Scara places it in the cart and starts pushing it again, you giggle, "My boyfriend's so cute, I might as well cry again."

Scara hisses, "Not in public. I won't hesitate to act like I don't know you." You know he's joking, but you pout and give him pleading puppy eyes as he brings the cart towards the self checkout area. Scara grimaces before sighing as he starts scanning the items, "Whatever..."

You hum in satisfaction and enjoy the sweet warmth of his sweatshirt as he pays for the things and carries the bag, holding your hand with his free one as the both of you leave the store.

You both stay in the car instead of going back to the dorm, snacking on the food Scara bought for the two of you (mainly you) to enjoy together.

"Feeling any better?"

Mitski's new album plays on the car's speakers as you and him eat Pocky sticks. You nod with a smile, "Mhm. I can't thank you enough, cutie." You give him a quick, but meaningful, kiss on the cheek before continuing to chew on your Pocky stick.

Scara lets his Pocky stick rest in between his teeth as he looks at you for a few moments before asking, "Wanna do the Pocky challenge?" You perk up in surprise from his sudden proposal, but you'd never turn down a bold game like that.

You laugh, "Is this just an excuse to kiss me?"

Scara rolls his eyes, "Even if it was, would it matter?" He places his hand on your cheek and starts biting on his end of the stick. You bite the other end, and this process repeats until finally...

His soft lips gently press against yours, his hands on the back of your neck to close the distance completely.

Mitski's My Love Mine All Mine gets to the chorus at the most perfect timing possible.

You felt like the most loved and treasured person on Earth during this very moment as your (somewhat) sweet boyfriend kissed you in his car without a care in the world. Scara loves you so dearly, even if you cry over the littlest things during your period...

🐾🍫🍮 : © haerin1 (do not translate, steal or take too much inspo from my works)

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[st4rychnine]

Suguru moans and whines, fucking into you with a pace that could possibly rival the speed of light. all the while, he's mumurring apologies, for being too hard, too fast, too rough, but he just cannot help himself.

"y– you feel too good, sweetheart. I can't– I can't stop, I c–caaahh–" he cuts himself off with the most erotic moan you've ever heard and it turns you on even more.

who knew that the strongest, second to gojo, could moan like a little bitch while getting his cock wet?

well– it wasn't like you're in any better shape.

you're moaning, crying yourself silly as his fat cock splits you wide open. you can barely think, if at all, can't feel anything but your heightened pleasure. it feels so good, it almost hurts and you love it.

you're full with him, with his cum, his essence. he's emptied himself three times prior already, and it seemed like he was about to give you a fourth with the way he was so desperately groaning, hissing into your neck for you.

"love," he pants, voice strained tight. "love – fuck – you're so good— nngh– love how you squeeze 'round me like that. so fuckin' wet and tight for me, I love that– ahh—" then he burries his face in your neck, nipping, sucking, marking, as his dark hair sticks to your sweaty skin.

he's shaking, overstimulated but God, he loves the feel of your skin on his; the way your cunt pulses and flutters around him as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over your body, how it seems to suck him back in whenever he pulls back. he loves how wet and messy you are, your cum and his mixing together, squelching as he fucks you. and–

and you, you don't think you can take any more. exhausted and oversensitive, your body preparing itself for its umpteenth orgasm of the night. your muscles tense, cord in your stomach stretching itself taut. you sob, babbling nonsense into the already drenched pillow.

"su– sugu– suguru! 'm g'nna cum, g'nna cumm, g'nna cum, ahh—" the cord snaps before you complete the sentence. the orgasm washes over you like a tsunami, making you arch out back and scream. your cunt flutters around his thick cock, before squeezing down on it like a vice, milking him and eliciting a slutty moan from his throat.

"shit– y– you're gonna make… me cum agaiiiin, fuuuuck–" suguru grips your hips, fucking into you harder than before. fuck, you feel way to good around him, the way your pussy clamps down on him with each thrust, it's sticky wetness. he loves it, loves you.

you're all but conscious at this point, reduced to a barely coherent mess from the intense shockwaves of pleasure pulsing around your body as you cum again and again each time he fucks into you.

the grip you have on Suguru's cock is going to be the absolute death of him, he knows. he's going to come, the most brain-numbing one yet.

"shit– fuck– I– I'm going to cum, sugar. where d'ya want it, huh?"

your semi-conscious mind registers the question, and you answer it eagerly. "i– inside!"

actually, despite whatever answer you gave, he'd still have done it inside. but now that he has your permission…

he swears as he spills into you, his thrusts never stopping as he fucks himself through his orgasm. nothing beats emptying himself in your cunt, he swears it.

the sudden warmth sends you over the edge for the last time, absolutely wrecking you, leaving you a sobbing, snivelling mess.

your body twitches for minutes after. so does his. the both of you are too exhausted to do anything but breathe, suguru holding you close. the two of you end the night snuggling against each other, eventually passing out from the sheer exhaustion.

#geto suguru x reader #geto smut #geto x reader #suguru geto #geto suguru #jjk geto #jujutsu geto #getou suguru #getou smut #getou x reader #jjk getou #i love him #holy fuck #jjk smut fics

[tedious-gaymers]

What Do We Do With A Drunken Idiot? (Poly!Leon/Ada/M!Reader)

Drunk Leon is an idiot. He thinks he's cheating on reader with Ada, but all three are in a poly relationship. (Tw for alcohol mention/drunk/cheating mention)

Wattpad/AO3:

Leon was drunk, tonight would be entertaining. You got a text from Ada, telling you Leon was a bit drunk. You sighed as you unlocked the front door, ready for the drama. It wasn’t like he would be abusive, he’d cry over tiny things, like the cat being “too cute he had to arrest her.” It was rare that he got drunk now. You walked towards the bedroom and saw them. You saw Leon cuddling with Ada, and whispering sweet nothings to her. The moment you walked in, fear washed over his eyes as he spotted you. “Darling.. I.. I-it’s not what it looks like..” His words were slurred, and his breath reeked of alcohol. “Leon?? Y-you’re not cheating.” You tried your best not to laugh, wrapping your arms around Leon as he hugged you tightly, sobbing. The thing is, you, Ada and Leon were all in a polyamorous relationship together. You sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Leon, come on. Let's get you in bed." You spoke softly. Leon sniffled. "Y-you're not going to b-break up with me?" He asked, like a sniveling child. "No, Leon. No one was cheating on anyone, OK?" Ada took Leon into her arms, leading him back to the bed. Leon's protests fell upon deaf ears, still trying to explain himself. "C-can I have some water?" Leon whimpered. "I'll get it, get him comfortable, Ada." You smiled, pressing a kiss to Ada's cheek. As you left the bedroom, you could hear Leon whining, and crying.

`~`~`~`~` You carefully walked back to the bedroom with the glass of water in your hand. You pushed the door open, and your heart softened at the sight of your boyfriend fast asleep, snuggled into Ada's arms. You sighed, placing the glass down on the nightstand. You snuggled into Leon's back, nose buried into the back of his neck as you fell asleep.

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"Ada.. How drunk was I?" "You thought you were cheating on (Y/N).." "..Great."

#Google how do I tell my drunk boyfriend that he's not cheating on me with our girlfriend? #leon kennedy x male reader #leon x ada x male reader #leon x ada x reader #male reader #resident evil #resident evil x male reader #leon s kennedy #ada wong #leon s kennedy x ada wong #x trans male reader #tw drunk mention #tw alchohol mention

[mochie85]

Thank you for being awesome 😘

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For A While

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Summary: Bucky comforts you after a break-up. A/N: I couldn't help but write a drabble. Thank you @splendidreads for this beautiful ASK. I think you're awesome! 🥰😚 Word Count: 710 Pairing: Bucky x Reader Warnings: Implied smut, fluff

You stretched and yawned as your fingers hit the headboard above. You felt the small ache in between your legs first. Then your thighs. And then finally, your throat. You screamed so much last night. The rough breathing and panting for sure didn’t help the dry scratchy feeling you had in your throat right now.

But you didn’t care. The memory of last night made you smile. You wondered why you two didn’t do it sooner. Oh that’s right. Because Bucky was your best friend since kindergarten, and you didn’t want to ruin the friendship and make it awkward.

But last night made you realize something. After every broken heart, after every sleazebag that entered your life and made you cry for two weeks straight, there was always Bucky. He came to you last night at two in the morning after you had called him crying.

“Buck?” you sniveled over the phone.

“Darlin’ this better be worth it or I’ll have to punish you at the gym later.” He had that deep groggy voice after just being woken up.

“Bucky…” you tried again, your breath hitching. You instantly heard the rustle of his sheets.

“What’s the matter? What happened?” his voice immediately changed. He became alert and laced with concern.

“I broke up with him! I found his other Insta, and he’s been…he’s been…”

“Are you home?” He interrupted. And you heard the roar of his bike come to life.

“Yes.”

“Stay there I’m on my way.”

“Buck, it’s two in the morning.”

“Just get the ice cream out so it’ll be manageable by the time I get there ok?”

“Ok,” you said wiping your nose. The first thing he did when he walked in was hug you. He let you cry into his shirt for a good fifteen minutes before you both sat down on the floor with a pint of cookies and cream in between you.

You spent the next hour going through your phone, deleting all the pictures you had with the cheating liar.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why are you deleting that one?” he asked pointing to a picture of you at the county fair. You had a big smile on, and your arms stretched out looking at the sun.

“I look horrible here, I forgot I had taken it.” Before you could hit ‘delete,’ Bucky took the phone from your hands. “Hey! What are you doing?”

“I’m sending it to myself before you delete it from history forever.”

“Oh please, it looks stupid.” You tried to grab the phone back from him, but he turned to face the other way. “The angles are all off, and I look horrible.” You leaned over him, his back to your chest as he tried to send himself the picture.

“You have never looked horrible a day in your life!” his head turned towards you, and you suddenly noticed how close your faces were. Had Bucky always had such smooth lips? Were his eyes always so dark and deep?

“I know you’re awake.” His voice brought you back to the present. “Don’t pretend like you’re still sleeping.” He snaked his arm over you and pulled you closer to him.

His hair was a mess over your pillows. The bright sunlight filtering through the windows showcased his dimples when he smiled at you. “Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi,” you smiled back as you nuzzled against his neck.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I was thinking about last night.” You giggled.

“Hmm. That it was the best night you’ve ever had, and it was better than you could ever imagined?”

“Have you…imagined it?”

“For a while.”

“How long was awhile?”

“Since high school.” He admitted.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked surprised. Since high school?

“You needed a friend. Not some creep trying to get into your pants. You had plenty of those already.”

“And now, does that make you the creep?”

“Yes. A creep that knows exactly what you want.”

“Oh, and what is that?”

“A cup of coffee with two sugars and cream.” He groaned getting up. He gave you a kiss on your forehead. Then on the lips. “I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Bucky chuckled, “You have no idea, how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

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[4e7her]

11. "don't you believe me?" Mission impossible: Make Azul happy and not a mess in one prompt.

Just not in this one :)

Don’t you believe that all he’s doing, all he gave, was for you?

poor fucking azul. i love him and this is how i choose to treat him.

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ for my new years event ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

character: azul ashengrotto, twst

contains: yandere themes, angst, gn reader, mild violence

"I love you. Don't you believe me, darling? Please."

Azul is nearly teary-eyed, trembling as he stares at you with all the desperation in his being. You're situated across from him - the both of you standing on opposite sides of his desk in his office. You almost want to believe him.

"Please, please, my love. Believe me. That's all I ask of you. Don't doubt me. Not on this."

You don't. You can't.

Whatever this was, whatever he felt for you, it wasn't love.

Tricking you into working at the Monstro Lounge was one thing - it seemed to be his favorite past-time, trapping poor unfortunate souls into unfavorable contracts.

Stalking you and sending the Leech twins to harass you was another thing entirely.

"You don't, Ashengrotto. You really, really don't."

"How? How could you know that?" Tears are starting to gather in his eyes, threatening to spill over as he tries to come closer, close the distance between you two - you take a deliberate step back when he does. "You can't decide that for me, darling. Please. Please, even if you don't feel the same, you have to believe me. All that I've done has been for you. For us. Can't you see it?"

Your disgust is thinly veiled as you sneer down at him, making your way closer to the door.

"Fuck you, Ashengrotto. You're delusional."

He chokes on a sob at the curse, and he starts to move to follow until you glare at him with venom. For a moment, you really, really want to curse him out and spew vitriol. Let him see how you really feel. If he's crying at just this, you can't imagine how he'd react.

"Please!" Azul throws himself to his knees, before you like a dog, shuddering as he stares up at you and starts begging. "Please, please, please, darling, you can't. You can't just go. You can't leave me."

God, maybe you should. Maybe you really should give him a piece of your mind. But then again, it's your attention he wants. He doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve anything from you. It takes you only a moment of staring down at this sad husk of a man to decide.

"You're fucking pathetic."

Your hate is clear in your tone, and he snivels like a child as you bring your hand down, tracing it through his hair. He looks almost hopeful at the soft touch, even as you keep talking.

"You put on such an act, don't you? Pretending to be some big bad scary business man, but this is all you are. A dog at my feet."

Suddenly, you grip his hair, yanking him up as you lean down to stare into his eyes with a scowl. Really, he's nothing but a pest at this point. You can't believe that you tolerated so much from this. This pitiful fucking thing. He outright cries at the pain, tears running down his face, but he doesn't move away.

"God. You're that deluded, aren't you? As long as it's me, you'd let me do fucking anything." You sigh as you drop him, watching as he crumples without you holding him up. He's barely able to glance up before you're already opening the door, showing yourself out, and thus, showing everyone that was in the lounge the sight of the ever-pitiful Azul at your feet. "You mean nothing to me, and you never will. You're nothing but a fly buzzing around. If you really wanna make me happy, leave me alone."

It's nothing but a low mutter, but you know he heard it by how his sobs start anew, gasping and hiccupping. You don't look back as you leave.

At least the message is clear.

With any luck, he'll be too busy dealing with this PR nightmare to go hounding after you.

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[mega-punani]

How would the pirate skeles react to finding y/n crying? I need to know for...

Scientific reasons! Yup!

Oh no! Y/N IS CRYING - WHAT HAPPENED!?

MC IS CRYING!?:

Sans: "Awww, what's wrong, kiddo?"

Don't think of lying either (judgment fruit knows all) cause he'll definitely find out. He'll gently push you to tell him what's wrong, all while wiping away stray tears. He'll crack jokes until you cheer up! And when you get all tuckered out, he'll let you have a big snooze on his hammock!

And when he finds the person who hurt you... someone's gonna have a bad time.

Papyrus: "OH NO! WHAT'S WRONG Y/N?!"

Papyrus will make sure you're feeling better in no time! Do you want him to toss you into the air? It always seemed to work on village kids! But maybe it won't cause you're not a kid anymore... No worries! He'll sit this one out with you and do whatever activity you want!

Blue: "POOR Y/N! DON'T WORRY! THE MAGNIFICENT BLUE'S GOT YOU!"

Sad? Not on Blue's watch! He'll make sure to grab you everything that makes you happy. Pillows, blankets, your medical bag, food, books, and everything else you seemed to like! By the end of his whole act, he'll top it of by giving you the tightest hug known to man.

Stretch: "Hey, you wanna go get- oh shit... Why are yah leakin?!"

Stretch doesn't really know what to do... He'll awkwardly pat your back as you sob and then pull you into an even more awkward hug. If his rigid movements didn't make you laugh, he'll just sit beside you until you're ready to talk.

Red: "Awww no... Sweetheart, what's goin on?"

Red will bring you into his firm chest while resting his head on yours, making a cocoon of sorts. He'll try and ease some coherent explanation out of you, and if not, he's more than happy to wait. And if you tell him who's been messing with you? Ohhhh boy, Red's gonna have a new punching bag.

Edge: "(Y/N)! WE NEED ALL HANDS ON DECK! WHAT ARE YOU-"

Edge will instantly cease the nagging at the sight of you sniffling on your lonesome. Heaving a soft sight, he'll drape his large coat around your shoulders and give you a tight squeeze. He'll pat your back softly as you calm down. And when you are ready to, you can tell him what happened and he'll do everything to fix the problem.

Razz: "STOP YOUR SNIVELING."

Razz is a little rough around the edges and had never really consoled someone before. He'll sit next to you angrily and roughly pull your buddy to lean on his shoulder. He won't talk in fear of making it worse and will probably not speak until you are ready to. And if you end up venting about a specific person. Well, Razz isn't above shooting someone with lightning...

Cash: "..."

You'd expect some kind of testing or witty response, but Cash doesn't say a word. He just looks at you for a moment. Slowly, he'll slink down next to you, making sure to notice if any of your body language is against his proximity, and he'll simply listen. If you have to vent, talk, or simply cry, Cash will wait there patiently.

Bear: "(y/n)... something... wrong?"

Dropping whatever he was doing, he'll dash to you quicker than you had ever seen and scan you over for injuries. Seeing as you're not hurt, he'll sigh off relief and start patting your head as you cry away. After you let it all out, he'll make you some tea to help with your swollen eyes.

Cinnamon: "Oh dear! (Y/N)! What is the matter?"

You'll be met with Cinnamon's face I yours, scrunched up with worry. If you'll allow him, he'll cradle you and rock slightly, speaking words of reassurance softly. No worries! He's sure everything will be alright, and even if it isn't right now, it will surely get better! He'll encourage you to do what you'd like to keep your mind occupied or lift your spirits. And he'll be there every step of the way!

#pirate au #self insert #sans au #sans x y/n #papyrus au #papyrus x y/n #undertale au

[scaralvr]

if youre up for it can we PLEASE have some sibling snippets or crumbs🤞🏻 i literally cannot get over them everytime i read ur scara smau their dynamic is just so chaotic and funny

i just know whenever scara takes mona’s crystal ball and theyre fighting over it he throws it over to fischl and tells her to run but mona tells her to give it back and now she’s panicking over what todo😭😭

00. the siblings!! scaramouche x mona x fischl (sibling au) a/n: i think i went too far... AND I TOTALLY AGREE, FISCHL WOULD NEVER PICK A SIDE CAUSE SHE'S TOO NICE LIKE THAT BDJDS

the twins, mona and scaramouche, have a two-minute gap in terms of their birth. i personally think scaramouche was one to cry more than his sister. and boy, did they give ei a hard time with raising them.

"oh, it's the little ones' first birthday already? time flies by so fast." zhongli, a close companion of ei's commented as he gently pinched scaramouche's cheek. scaramouche whined and mona chomped on his other cheek.

in the meanwhile, venti was taken aback, "well, would you look at that. you've raised an animal-" he was cut off when ei slapped him in the back of the head.

venti jokingly exclaimed, "now that's no way to treat someone you went to college with!" zhongli only sighed. scaramouche began to wail, hugging his stuffed giraffe and mona grunted in disapproval, placing a hand on scaramouche's mouth. scaramouche paused before crying even louder.

ei picked him up from the crib, "zhongli, would you please take mona for me? i don't trust that neon green troglodyte with my children." in the background, venti loudly gasped.

as you would imagine, scaramouche and mona grew up around their godfather, zhongli, for a majority of the time since ei was occupied with her business label. and they gave zhongli a rough time too...

two-year-old scaramouche found himself in a problematic situation. "oopsies." he nonchalantly said, looking into the empty marshmallow bag that was supposed to be his sister's, but of course, scaramouche had gotten hungry by now.

he frowned and the tears began to well up in his eyes. "scara? what are you doing back here?" zhongli queried, peering behind the couch where scaramouche was sitting. without hesitation, he bursted into tears, crying so loud, zhongli swore the neighbors would scold him.

mona, hearing this, ran into the living room and jumped onto the couch where scaramouche was hiding so she could take a peek. she curiously glanced at her brother, whom zhongli picked up in his arms.

"baby brother cry?" she asked, her chubby little fingers touching her lips. scaramouche sniveled, burying his face into zhongli's shirt; he just couldn't bare to look at mona after eating what was supposed to be hers. zhongli nodded, "that's right, mona. why don't you cheer him up?"

mona looked at him and then scaramouche. "no. want more 'mallows."

and at the age of four, the twins were blessed with their wonderful baby sister, amy. ever since her birth, the two have been fighting to be her favourite sibling.

"i want to see her!"

"no, me first!"

the two argued in the nursery room and ei tutted, putting her hands on their shoulders. "shh... you're going to wake her." she softly said. "look, the both of you may see her." ei smiled, picking up scaramouche and mona.

they held onto their mother's shirt with balled up fists, peering into the crib. "waah, she has yellow hair!" mona exclaimed. scaramouche pouted, "that's blonde, dummy." he stuck out his tongue and mona grumbled.

ei tsked, "c'mon, you two. this is a chance to get along for once." mona gasped, "she's moving!" wide eyes filled with awe, they watched amy fuss about.

"hehehe, mama, look! she likes the fishies!" mona pointed out, giggling. amy was hugging one of the stuffed fishes in the crib out of the many plushes, sleeping peacefully. ei chuckled as scaramouche giggled as well, "her name should be fischl, like fish."

mona perked up, "the baby or the stuffed toy?"

scaramouche shrugged, "i don't like math."

there was definitely a time fischl got brutally bullied in elementary school for believing her life is like a fantasy from a storybook. once thirteen-year-olds scaramouche and mona found out about it, they weren't happy at all.

"say that again, i dare you." scaramouche threatened with a clenched jaw, eyes blown with anger. "wow, and so now you're silent? come back at our sister when you've grown a pair of balls, would you?" mona said, arms crossed. the boy stammered, "i-i-"

scaramouche held up his fist, "do you want this up your ass?" the boy panted and appeared puzzled, "h-huh?" mona elbowed scaramouche, "the hell did you just say?"

scaramouche blinked a few moments before gasping, "i-i mean, your fac- DO YOU WANT THIS IN YOUR FACE?" he quickly got back into character despite the little mess-up.

"heyyy, fischl!" mona greeted her when she entered the house. scaramouche tossed a marshmallow into his mouth, "how was school?" fischl instantly backed away.

"brother, sister... may i question you as to why you are acting odd?" she squinted, warily looking around like a killer clown would appear out of nowhere.

mona waved her hands around, "no reason, no reason at all!" scaramouche nodded, "i like these marshmallows." mona elbowed him again. fischl paused before grinning, "i had an excellent day, i thank you for asking! i made two allies as well; razor and bennett. though, i feel razor may be having a 'furry' phase..."

at least the boy never bothered fischl again, and along with it, came new friends.

extras!!

-scaramouche and mona have taken a strange liking to marshmallows since they were kids when venti fed it to them even though he wasn't supposed to.

-scaramouche has walked in one too many times on mona gossiping to fischl about the cute boys in her class.

-the three have shared one bedroom since they were born and it stays that way.

-when fischl got a pet bird named oz for her eighth birthday, scaramouche has been ranting to it for three years straight before realizing it's not a parrot.

-mona drags scaramouche to go shopping with her.

-mona is big on fashion and voluntarily buys clothes for her siblings to make them look presentable.

-fischl's preferable fashion is alt and/or dark academia.

-at one point, fischl begged scaramouche and mona to match halloween costumes with her. and that they did, for they went trick-or-treating as fischl portraying alice, mona portraying the queen of hearts and scaramouche portraying the mad hatter.

© scaralvr.

#[ myst publishes. ] #[ mail for myst. ] #gender neutral reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #genshin imagines #genshin imagine #genshin fanfic #genshin fanfics #genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfictions #scaramouche #genshin fluff #scaramouche fluff

[wishing-stones]

Im not the doormat asker but Im curious how the boys would react if part of why reader doesn't stand up for themselves is because they get frustrated, cry, and shaky when in verbal conflict?

Killer plays with this at first because he thinks it's a fun reaction. He thinks it's cute. But... he starts to see that it's bad and hindering you, so he helps you work on it in his... not-so-nice Killer way. He'll rile you up and then tell you what you should be doing-- square your feet, ball your firsts. Shake if you gotta, but hold your head up higher and stand a little straighter and tell him no.

Dust writes it off at first. If you can't be assed to defend yourself because you shake and get frustrated and cry, then he questions the legitimacy of why you're here. He perceives it as a weakness... but over time, realizes that continuing to be here even while you react like that is strength in and of itself. He'll correct you quietly. "stop sniveling and tell him how you really feel." "keep crying and he'll never take you seriously." He might not be so helpful, but he's trying.

Axe tries to help out with it. He gets it-- confrontation can be scary, and these guys are scary. Standing up to them can seem pretty intimidating, much less other people. Still, the fact that you get so upset means you care, so there's something to work with; focus that frustration to telling them what-for. Get his ass.

Cross understands. He gets very frustrated when forced into conflict because... while he's good at it, it isn't something he enjoys overly. Still, it's good to learn to stand up for yourself. Tell Dust to go fuck himself. Tell Killer to go kick rocks. Tell Baggs to take a hike if he's bugging you, too-- no one's gonna take it personally. He'll even help, if you want-- he'll prompt you.

Baggs... might toy with this. Reactions like this tell him a lot of what he needs to know about you. What frustrates you so much? Do you shake because you fear retalliation? You feel deeply enough to cry, but not to defend yourself... He'll want to get to the root of it, but cornering you in your emotions with a few well-placed barbs is a great way to get to that quickly. He might apologize later, but he'll definitely come up with some ways to help you, and some exercises to run through to practice self-advocacy.

Nightmare observes this. He figures out what's most likely to set it off, what makes you tick. And he'll use it. He'll use it until you break down at him, and then there's an avenue for him to talk to you about it. Look how strong you are. Look how much you care. Would that you turn this ire back at the source rather than bottling it up, you could achieve great things. Your emotions are just as much a weapon as anything you wield. Learn to use them to your advantage.

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. r&r crew #these guys aren't always nice #...but at least they know when to call it quits.

[jazeswhbhaven]

Beel, Are You Srs Brah? WHB Event React Part 4 *Spoiler Warning*

Now you know the drill, gotta check out the previous posts if this is the very first part you're seeing <3 ->

Also to note, if you click on Part 3 here, it also has a way to get back to Part 2, and from there to Part 1! These will be added to master list too.

Here's to this being the final part hopefully~ Don't forget to get more snacks if you need ♨(⋆‿⋆)♨ TW://child death,violence

We're starting off with straight up angst everyone.

So we meet our buff-ass angel from the previous part (yes the one who disguised himself as a tiny devil woman) and he's here without the scar roughin' up Dre's twin brother D:

So in short, the buff angel beats the twin brother so badly he's barely alive, and Raph finishes him off. They described this very grisly, stating that he was cut in 6 pieces. Dre sat there helplessly and watched his brother die in such a way, especially for a child to see his brother die like that. PB really brought in the traumatic events this time around. It makes me wonder if anyone else has a dark past revolving around angel trauma (I know Levi does but I haven't gotten to that part of his bath story just yet)

Dre was full of rage when he charged toward Raph, he didn't care that he was swatted by the buff angel, and was offered the same way as his brother as he waited for death. Raph for whatever reason decides to cut his eyes as injury to insult, and then even worse the sword of light that slashed Dre's neck didn't make a clean cut so I'm sure that shit hurt and he was just going to leave him there to bleed out. An interesting development though is that Dre's brother who's dead...his amputated arm grasped his hand?? This is so crazy to me because that's a powerful brotherly bond right there. Even in death.

So we're back from the flashback and Dre is happy that he ran into this angel, the same buff angel that offered up his brother to Raph like nothing, and he will make sure that his revenge is dished out the same way that he witnessed toward his brother. Raph is big trouble when Dre gets a hold of him. But he says that by going blind, he was given the ability to see clearly, and to sense his enemy, and this is a grim silver lining to his trauma is how I read it.

This is not simply a physical disability to him, but something to aid in avenging his brother and his family. He accepts this as his new life, and he's glad it's all coming together.

So our buff angel is not so big and bad now. He's literally crying and begging Dre for forgiveness and even offering a way to expose Raph's weaknesses and refers to him as a monster. I mean the man is just out here willing to throw his angel brethren under the bus just so he's spared.

And now here's where I chime in from when I mentioned I had something to say earlier?

Now I know this is a serious part of the story. But this is a huge sidebar that I thought of well after the event.

This buff fucking giant of an angel, is groveling, crying, a pathetic mess despite being way larger and taller in size and you can tell by his sprite that he is, no doubt.

And if you think back to the form, he chose a tiny smol non-threatening devil, sure there's not much to think about here he needed a sure way to disguise himself. But his behavior here, his choice of disguise....

I wanna bully this angel so badly just because it's up my alley for big buff characters to be submissive, soft, and somewhat of a bbygirl or just pathetic little things. Because it's unexpected.

Like I thought he was gonna give Dre a run for his money ya know? Put up a fight? Nope. Just sniveling and crying and obviously lying about how he thinks the devils are great and how he hates Raph (maybe he does hate Raph tho but regardless)

Now, since he took part in Dre's trauma, I'm aware it's questionable to want to slut him out, but it's like yeah Dre let me 'play' with this one for a bit before you slice and dice him. Call me disgusting or whatever but hey.

Well, after the entire scene with buff pathetic angel and Dre (no surprise he started torturing him and ripping off the remaining wing slowly and genuinely smiling as if he were in peace)

We are back with our Avisos bois <3 they had made it to the Cosplay Cafe with Stolas' help! You know with all the lights in Avisos they've been complaining about how dark it is, so I wonder if it's that kind of light where it's only helpful if you're near it or something? Or maybe it's just that bad of a night life where you gotta be careful.

So the topic starts of Stolas asking what a Cosplay Cafe is and while Nabe is trying to explain, Amon is like "Hey are the cosplayers on the menu?" Like, I don't know what it is about Amon but it's like he's horny but lazily horny? lol like I don't know how to explain it. But he also brings up that he prefers Maid Cafe's. So it's very much implied that he likes this sort of stuff, (wink Amon simps dress up as a maid and serve him well)

Nabe once again questioned Amon's intelligence since he was sort of spacing out at the moment but was really on task with Miss Dealer.

I just assume Amon is one of those ppl whose focus is always there, but unless it pertains to something revolving around Beel it's the least of his worries so low minimal effort.

Yay an Unholyc reference!!! (if you've played before this devil is cosplaying one of the three love interests named Jung Hi, it's been a minute since I played so I don't remember much about him per se but it's cute to see cameos in the game. We'll probably get more)

So our bois are in the cafe, seated and waiting to get on with gathering more clues.

And clearly Stolas is not getting the program xD Like bby why are you threatening the staff he's just doing his job?? And damn we can't tell each others name in Avisos or we get killed? Rough stuff....

So Nabe inquires if something has happened because everyone seems excited and the devil next to them mentions seeing Dre or what they think someone who looks like Dre come in and cosplay as the famous 'Angel Hunter' he was scared so he pissed himself apparently and shows everyone (lmao okay dude)

So Stolas starts cussing him out and stuff but that ofc doesn't work and he seems more excited about that...

But the topic goes on about Dre, and the rumors that are out about him such as he was cut into 6 pieces, he walked around with his head cut for three days before sewing it back on...

Stolas even brings up that hanging around someone like that is gloomy and depressing. (I mean he's super anti-social lol so he's the one to talk)

And here our bby Amon sympathizes with Dre, relating to how painful it is to fight the angels and it made me feel a pain in my chest. More angst now.

But Amon relates to him, saying that someone with that amount of rumors about him must be skilled at what he does and he understands why he hates angels so much. That someone like that will carry such sadness with him as long as there are battles with angels.

Stolas calls Dre bizzare though for wanting to taunt the angels by decorating himself with left over body parts of angels. Even more weirder that this actually works on angels in the first place.

So after speaking about Dre, the Jung Hi cosplayer comes back again and asks them if they're going to order anything and well...

our bois are broke broke

like b r o k e

there's a little spiel here that compares the devils of Tartaros to the ones in Avisos and whelp, in short they can spend it on whatever whenever, without having to worry. The devils of Avisos were frugal, painfully so to a fault. But there was also no way you could get info for free here. You always gotta buy something first.

So what I find funny is that Nabe basically asked Amon if he'd be willing to pawn off his Beel toy and he straight up was like "Nah." in the most coherent state he's been the entire time.

Everything else is half-assed, but when it comes to his Beel merch. Never. Not in his goddamned life.

That's when the Jung Hi cosplayer noticed Amon's little keychain and was like "Oh if you wanted to meet Beelzebub you should have let us know~" and then-

I'm squinting hard like now I know that ain't Beel...has to be a clone maybe, a cosplayer that's really good at their job perhaps...can't fucking be this easy that they found him at the last place.

So while all of us even the bois are still trying to see if this is the real deal Beel, he's getting them to order stuff from the menus and sitting them back down.

So while he's getting their order together, Stolas and Nabe are dumbfounded and not even sure if they can tell if who they're looking at is a cosplayer or not because of how accurate the personality is.

Btw, they mention that he speaks like he's drowsy. This means....he has that groggy sleepy raspy voice („ಡωಡ„) *drool*

Meanwhile, Amon out here crying and reminiscing his past and Beel is just like :D not even acknowledging it. (bless..Amon is so emotional like he is literally meeting the person he admires)

So we're set back before Armageddon happened, back when Angels just used to come down and fuck with the devils when they felt like it. Amon is seen here just coming of age, and his parents have died from a recent attack. Due to living in Avisos, even if he had neighbors, no one would help and he felt useless in this moment. (PB bringing the angst once again)

Beel came to him to warn him about not crying so loudly or he'd be a target (an angel was about to kill Amon too until Beel sliced it's head off) and when Beel is described here by Amon, it's almost like you can hear that angelic music or that nice music that's usually in Latin or something (I don't remember the technical term ;.;)

So Beel introduces himself because at this time Amon has no clue who he is. That's when Beel also reveals that Amon is one of the 72 devils meant to serve him!

So Amon is further confused about his new role he's never heard about and that's when some lore about the 72 is dropped on us. Only God and the 7 kings are aware by feeling who the 72 are. No one really knows who and why someone gets picked it just happens.

And that sometimes, the devil can alert their respective king during birth, other times the king may have to seek them out on their own, and in Amon's case...he needed a "trigger" so a traumatic event to make his status known to Beel.

And then there's a cute moment where Beel gives Amon a cookie and pats his head while he's eating it. And Amon is wondering why such a powerful devil, a king is being so nice and kind to him all the same breath. (because Beel is a sweetie)

Awh, so at first we have Beel being wholesome and telling Amon it's alright to cry and be himself in this moment. But then...he randomly fucking does this

naoifsdnkafjnaousdf nasdkjfn safm

----kamflkm

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Beel.

Please. We are trying to be serious here. You just found one of your nobles and you're licking tears (which seems like a Lucifer thing so that's odd) and saying you can make them taste better???? BO I

Alright, so we're left with t h i s and the next stopping point. And it's crazy because.... This officially means this is one of the longest reacts I've done T^T a part five next??? Lol Oh goodness.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb event #whb avisos bois 💚 #whb andrealphus #whb beelzebub #honestly I can't believe this is part four #okay the next one is definitely the last part i swear

[kiankiwi]

The Backstage Incident

Summary: Elvis gets sick after a concert and slips into headspace without you there.

Just get to a trashcan, get to a trashcan. Elvis told himself in his head as he rushed around backstage post concert. Thankfully he got through the whole two hour show and he didn't think any of the fans noticed anything off. He started feeling his stomach get swirly about halfway through but he tried to just act normal because he didn't want his fans to worry.

Now he was in the clear, he just needed to get to a damn trashcan.

"Hey man, you ready to go?" Joe had asked him. But Elvis could barely hear him, it was like he was underwater. He had zeroed in on a trashcan and just needed to get to it.

Moments later, Elvis leaned over a trashcan and let himself bring it all up. He could feel himself dropping fast into headspace as he continued to vomit. "Damn, man you alright?" Joe again, and a hand on his back.

Elvis just groaned at him, trying to remember to breathe in between his retching.

Mama, he wanted mama.

As he kept his head inside the trashcan, he reached behind him blindly for Jerry's hand. Jerry would get her, Jerry would know what he needed.

Jerry sent the rest of the men away to get ready to go as Elvis continued to vomit until it was just Jerry left. "You got it buddy, you're okay."

Combined with his upset stomach and hearing Jerry's nickname for Elvis, Elvis could feel himself dropping into headspace fast.

Just then he burst into sobs and finally sat down as the sobs shook his body. "Okay baby, okay, you're okay. It's over now, you're okay."

"WANT MAMA! MAMAAAA!" Elvis screamed, snot and drool stuck all over his face. "I know you do buddy, we're gonna call her okay?"

Jerry quickly called you and held the phone to his ear as he rocked a sobbing Elvis in his lap. "Hi Jerry, what's up? How was E's show?" You immediately got nervous when you heard what sounded like E crying in the background. "Yeah, uh, we got a bit of a situation... E got through his show like a champ might I add and then just immediately threw up when he got off stage and the fear caused him to drop pretty quickly." Jerry reported to you.

You could hear Elvis screaming for mommy through the phone. "Alright, I'll get the plane and meet you at the next show venue?" You asked as you searched for your shoes. "Um, I don't think we're going anywhere anytime soon, he's still pretty worked up." Jerry said as he rocked Elvis and smoothed his sweaty hair back from his face.

"Alright give him the phone. Let mama deal with this." Jerry chuckled as he handed the phone over and you heard Elvis sob into the phone. "MAMA! I no feel good!" Elvis yelled. "I know baby, Jerry said you threw up. Mama's on her way to you okay? No need to be scared, mama will be with you so soon okay? You just gotta hold on okay?" Elvis continued to cry. "How, how long mama? They say we gotta go! I don't wanna work anymore! Wanna be a tiny boy!"

"You can be a tiny boy, love. You can be a tiny boy all you want but you gotta get on that plane and mama will meet you at the next tour spot okay? It'll just be a little flight, three hours tops. Now what I want you to do is try to take a big nap on the plane okay? And Jerry will be right there for you if you feel sick again okay? Mama will see you so soon!"

"No mommy! Want you! Only you!" Jerry tried to let that one roll off his back, you were his momma and wife after all.

"I know sweet boy, I know. Momma's on her way okay? But in the meantime, Jer is gonna take good care of you on the way. You know Jer wouldn't let anything happen to you okay? Just try to sleep on the plane and mama will meet you in the next city, okay? Mama loves you so so so much." Elvis nodded, still crying. "Otay... I love you too mama." Elvis ended the call and sobbed, squeezing Jerry's hand for support.

"You'll be alright baby, I promise. Now we gotta get on the plane okay? Mama will meet us there okay?" Elvis sniveled as he nodded again, reaching up to Jerry as he stood. "Alright rockstar, let's go."

*

Elvis was really trying to sleep like mama suggested but this plane ride was hell on his already sick tummy. He held Jerry's hand as the man argued with the Colonel across from him.

"Come on man, have some compassion, look at the man, he's sick. He's already puked once already tonight. He's gotta have tonight off! I mean, the last thing you want is him throwing up all over people and himself on stage tomorrow!!

The Colonel glanced at Elvis who was staring straight ahead trying not to puke again. He was actively swallowing down more puke.

"He's fine!" The Colonel yelled after taking even one glance at Elvis. "He's just being a big baby! He needs to grow his ass up and be a man."

Just then Elvis whimpered at the mans words and leaned into Jerry. Jerry decided not to continue to fight, instead focusing on Elvis. "What's up baby, you feeling sick again?" Elvis whimpered again, squeezing his hand and whispering, "Want my momma. Mean man..." "I know he's not listening, is he bud, we won't let you go on stage again until you feel better okay?" Elvis nodded.

Jerry pushed Elvis's head onto his shoulder and stroked his face with his thumb. "There you go baby, just try to sleep okay? We'll see mama when you wake up okay? Sh, sh, sh, you're okay." Elvis held onto Jerry as he just tried to close his eyes and sleep.

A few hours later, Elvis, Jerry and everyone finally landed and headed to the hotel where you had already secured a room under a fake name for E.

As soon as Elvis got into the car and drove to the hotel, his nausea got worse. He was actively trying to keep his stomach down and swallowing bile every few minutes.

Jerry took him out of the car and brought him into the hotel and into the lobby. "Mama?" Elvis wondered, looking around. "Yeah, we'll get you to mama bubba. She's upstairs." Elvis nodded and laid his head back down on Jerry's shoulder. Sadly, the Colonel followed them into the elevator.

"Hi baby! You doing any better?" You asked right as Jerry came off of the elevator. Elvis leaned toward you as soon as he saw you. "Mama!"

"Hi baby, you okay?" Jerry rubbed Elvis's back. "He made it through the plane ride even though it was a bit rough and the Colonel doesn't want to give him a break as of usual." Jerry added.

"I bet you were so brave on the plane baby." You cooed running your hands through Elvis' hair.

The Colonel came up to them. "Oh come on, you're coddling him like a baby! We got rehearsal in half an hour. Hop to it, E."

Oh hell no, that wasn't gonna fly. "Hey!" You yelled. "First of all, don't yell at him like that, he's a human, just like you and he deserves respect. Second of all, he is and has been sick. That's why Jerry called me out. What? You thought E would throw up and miserable and Jerry wouldn't call to let his wife know? So third of all, he is not performing anymore tonight or tomorrow or at all until he feels better. That is final, you understand me?"

Elvis was having a hard time keeping his nausea down and while you were dealing with his boss, Elvis started to get upset again in Jerry's arms. "What is it buddy, what does your tummy hurt again?" Elvis couldn't hold it back anymore, just as you finished yelling at him, Elvis leaned forward and puked all over the Colonel.

"OH!" Jerry yelled as Elvis coughed and gagged. "Okay buddy, you're okay. Here go to mama okay?" Jerry smirked at the Colonel and as he handed Elvis over to you. "Oh, there you go baby, you feel better? Good aim, sweetheart." Jerry chuckled as the both of you went into Elvis's suite.

Jerry decided to help put away all of El's things while you got him in the bath. "Okay baby, here we go. Do you think you're gonna throw up anymore honey?" Elvis shook his head, sitting on the counter in a diaper while you filled the jacuzzi tub.

"Good sweet boy. Let's just get you in the bath, into your jammies and we'll see how you feel tomorrow okay? Don't you worry about the Colonel okay?" Elvis nodded. "Love you mama." You smiled, turning off the bath tap. "I love you too sweet boy. You were so brave today getting sick without me there." Elvis nodded. "Had Jer.." You nodded. "Yeah, Jer's a good one huh." Elvis nodded.

You gave him a quick bath and put him in his jammies and said good night to Jerry while Elvis lay in the big bed waiting for cuddles. Elvis whined at you as you walked around, getting the room ready for possibly more puke.

You put towels on the ground on Elvis's side of the bed and put a trashcan on his nightstand so that he could grab it. Elvis whined again, "Alright baby, alright, I'm coming." You whispered. Elvis smiled as he finally got to cuddle you.

"Hi baby. You feel okay now?" Elvis nodded, putting his head on your chest. "Mhm, happy you're here mama." You smiled. "I couldn't have you be sick all alone baby. Of course I came. Had to give you your snuggles." Elvis smiles and snuggles into you again as he closed his eyes and sighed sleepily. You gently put your hands in his hair.

"Goodnight sweet boy, mama loves you. Wake me if you feel sick again okay?" Elvis nodded. "Love you too mama." And he was out like a light after his long bad day.

@mooodyblue @austinbutlersbaby

#kiwiswriting #elvis sickfic #elvis is a pukey boy #little!e #little elvis

[lamaenthel]

Helpless

[For Febuwhump 2024]

Over and over again, Boba is helpless to save his loved ones. All he can do it promise to remember them.

Wordcount: 851

Dad's done it for as long as Boba can remember. He waits until he thinks Boba's asleep, then he starts whispering so quietly that he can barely hear, "Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. J'mee Fett. Leela Fett. Arla Fett. Jaster Mereel. Myles Beviin. Kaisa Skirata. Silas Wren."

Boba's never asked who they are, or what the words mean; he waits until he falls asleep for a reason, doesn't he? It's a ritual that feels sacred, holy; something that even at four years old, Boba knows not to interrupt.

"I know you're awake, ad'ika." The sleep-dark voice makes him jump. Boba settles back down with a scowl as Dad's chest vibrates with a deep chuckle.

"What's it mean?" Boba murmurs.

Dad doesn't answer at first. He stares at the ceiling instead, eyes wide open and reflecting lightning that strobes outside their sound-proof window. "It's the litany of the marchers," he finally says. "Tabiriise'tatugirii. A list of all the ones we love that are no longer here. Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. I am alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal. We say their names so they will not be forgotten."

"Were they family?"

"Some of them. Aliit ori'shya taldin. You know that." Dad's arms tighten around him. "It'll be up to you to keep them alive for me one day. You have to say all the names, not just mine. You won't let them be forgotten, will you son?"

Boba doesn't want to think about that. His eyes are getting heavy and Dad's arms are warm and safe around him. He feels sleep pulling him under the waves, helpless to stop it from taking him.

Dad kisses his forehead. "Go to sleep, ner Bob'ika. I'll teach you in the morning when your ears are awake."

"Okay," Boba thinks he says out loud, but he's not sure. He's asleep before he can figure it out.

"You won't let them be forgotten, will you son?"

Nothing else goes through Boba's head as he stares down at the dusty visor. Nothing but the words, the names, the sound of purple plasma cutting his father's thigh and wrist and neck.

He can't look behind him. He can't bear to look at his dad's face, sticky with blood and rusty soil. His open eyes are burning holes in his back. His body is gone and he's afraid to know why. Did Kamino take it back to scrape his bones for marrow? To make more living ghosts with his father's face?

The jetii came for his father and all Boba could do was watch him be cut down, helpless to do anything but cower against the rock like a sniveling infant. He didn't fly away, why didn't he fly away? Boba presses his forehead to the helmet; one last kov'nyn with his father. "Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum," he whispers. "J'mee Fett. Leela Fett. Arla Fett. Jaster Mereel. Myles Beviin. Kaisa Skirata. Silas Wren."

Say it. He can't. Say it. If he does, that makes it real, and if it's real that means Dad is gone, really gone, gone gone gone—

He falls to his rear with a sob that claws its way out of his throat like a wild animal, all teeth and claws and bloody slobber. Dad is gone, and he is alone. I remember you, so you are eternal. For one brief second he swears he hears thunder and smells ozone.

"Jango Fett," he finally whispers. The words cut his lips like glass and sting even worse. "I won't let them be forgotten, Dad." His tears taste like salt and iron-rich dirt. "I won't let them be forgotten."

He would have died if he was there, he knows that. Part of him wishes he'd been there anyway. He throws the torch onto the bodies and watches the flame take them. He's almost surprised by how easily they go up in flames, though he shouldn't be. The Tuskens were a dry people.

Another family murdered while he was helpless to stop it. He can't afford to cry, not in the Dune Sea, but tears stream like rain down his cheeks. Maybe his body is rejecting his survival and has decided to kill him anyway.

You won't let them be forgotten, will you son?

His throat feels like he swallowed an ember as he tosses their weapons onto the fire to burn with them. "Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum," he whispers. "J'mee Fett. Leela Fett. Arla Fett. Jaster Mereel. Myles Beviin. Kaisa Skirata. Silas Wren. Jango Fett." He wants to add them to the litany, but his feeble, damaged, Human throat is incapable of speaking his family's language without a vocabulator. His hand flexes their sign-names instead. Walks-in-sun. Massiff-tongue. Black-melon. Speaks-with-Fire. Sky-water. Krayt-scale. Bantha-tusk. Red-cloud. Last-drinker. Tall-protector. Dances-with-light. Eopie-milk. Among-the-stars. Mudhorn-tooth. Moon.

He places the gaffi stick of Dances-with-light on the fire with reverence. He won't let them be forgotten, any of them. But he can't help but fear that there will be nobody to say the names for him.

Notes:

Aliit ori'shya taldiin: Family is more than blood Ad'ika: Child/baby Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum: I am alive, you are dead, I remember you, so you are eternal kov'nyn: headbutt Tabiriise'tatugirii: Marchers' litany   Febuwhump! Hell yeah baby this is definitely something I should be committing to!! I am hesitant to say that I will be making every single day but I want to try *dodges Yoda*

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