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tyunniez · 2 months

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converse high... bttm male reader

!!.. this has to be my worst work yet,, uhh rough sex, creampie, kinda vanilla ngl, not proofread idfk also bts ref borahae 💜

you jumped around in excitement to see one of your favorite group is finally going on tour! and they're coming to your city!

you immediately rushed to check the tickets, choosing the vip standing seat. " wait, how much money do I have left? " you stopped yourself before making a bad decision.

you looked at your bank account and almost passed out. you're broke as hell.

" why the hell am I so broke? " you questioned yourself, trying to find a genuine reason.

you scanned throughout your room till your eyes landed on your closet. " ah. that's why. "

multiple articles of clothing brimmed your closet causing it to overfill, making you slightly grimace at how your clothing rail was holding on for its dear life.

you recently went on another shopping haul after seeing your favorite idol adorning a new collection that was released by your favorite fashion brand.

you just had to get it.

yeah, maybe you had a bit of a spending problem..

your parents have spoiled you since birth because you're their one and only child. no, you weren't wealthy. you had to take on jobs multiple times, but hey hard work pays off!

you were currently on your break, and you intended to spend it going shopping till you went broke but unfortunately, due to you blowing your money to buy another vip standing ticket, that money mysteriously vanished.

" hmm.. is there any job I can do right now? " you rolled around in bed while scrolling through your phone, trying to find any quick gag you could do to earn some cash.

you ended up throwing your phone to the wall, groaning aloud when you could find none.

" i'm so lazy! not to mention my piles of assignments... " you sighed to yourself, opting to go downstairs instead to eat your sorrows away.

you were greeted by both of your parents downstairs, your mom already getting started on making lunch. " oh dear, what's wrong? you look stressed. "

you go to stand beside her, washing your hands in the process to help her cook. " I'm looking for a job to buy a ticket for a concert. my fav group is coming here you know! " you complained to your mom.

you grab the onion and began slicing it, shedding a few tears meanwhile. your mom thinks to herself, turning to you with an idea.

" you know our neighbor is actually looking for someone to babysit her kid. the pay is quite good since her kid is quite.. naughty. " you stared at the soup you were stirring and hummed.

" i can send you the details if you're interested, dear. " you nodded and decided to see how much would the pay be, who knows it might be enough.

a bonus is the kid has a total hottie as her brother!

you took one look at the pay and were sold immediately. you did the math and doing this for the amount of time needed will be more than enough.

i mean, babysitting can't be that hard, right?

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you sighed nervously as you finally approached the front door, your tote bag on your shoulder with everything you needed inside. you knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for the mom to greet you.

instead, you were greeted by someone else. " you the new babysitter? "

you stuttered, brain short-circuiting. instead of answering, you stared at the man in front of you.

the red-haired cocked his head to the side, waiting for you to answer with a raised brow. " hello? you there? " he asked in an annoyed tone.

" oh, oh yeah sorry. y-yeah, i'm the new babysitter. " you gripped the strap of your tote bag, trying your best to maintain eye contact with the man in front of you.

he hummed and opened the door wider for you to come in. you excused yourself and stepped into the house.

you walked up to ms. moore to greet her but before you could say anything she rushed towards you, her bag already in her hand.

" oh yn dear! i was just about to leave! thank god you're here. so there's money on the counter in case maya wants anything to eat. you can ask my son for any help. i'll be back before one so i hope you can withstand.. "

before you could ask any questions, she already rushed her way out towards the door. " jason, you better help the babysitter this time! thank you again and i'll see you when i get back, dear! "

with a slam of the door, she was gone.

you stood there, trying to process the information she just dumped on you. in your shocked state, jason gave you a pat on the shoulder. " she always does that. good luck dealing with that devil. ", was all he said before leaving you alone.

" maya, go easy on him! " he shouted upstairs.

you turned to the kid staring at you from the couch, a little concerned about what he just said. you've dealt with kids before, this will be easy.

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god, you regretted even thinking that.

there was a reason why babysitters kept dropping out like flies. this kid might as well come straight from hell!

you let out a long sigh as you crashed onto the sofa. you finally managed to put maya to sleep. though you couldn't really relax, still scared she might pull something with you thinking she was asleep.

" don't worry she's asleep. " you looked to the side to see jason slipping next to you on the couch, remote in his hand as he scrolled through various movies.

you let out another sigh, leaning your head back against the headrest and closing your eyes. you crossed your legs over one another, inspecting your slightly dirty converse high.

you peered over next to you, silently admiring jason.

you observed how his grown-out wolf cut, his red-haired that was now washed out is slightly messy, making it look like he just rolled out of bed.

your eyes were especially glued to his piercings. from his industrial to his snake bite, god he has so much.

you were more so drawn to his lips, that you could see his tongue-piercing. he purposely toyed with it, flicking his tongue out to tease you.

he licked his lips ever so slowly, his pink tongue grazing over his lower lip, not forgetting to graze over his snake bite. you gulped and looked away to try to get your mind on something else.

you didn't want to pop a boner in someone else's house!

" had enough already? " his sultry voice suddenly asked. you whipped your neck to look at him, eyes wide like a deer caught in a headlight, did he catch me staring..?

you cleared your throat and grabbed a nearby pillow to try to cover your growing hard-on.

" w-what're you talking about? " you glued your eyes towards the tv, trying to seem as unbothered as you can, thou the stuttering clearly gave it away..

jason rolled his eyes and discarded the pillow you were clinging onto, " oh come on, don't play dumb now. "

he pinned you down on the couch, caging you in leaving you no choice but to look at him.

" don't tell me you didn't notice at all.. "

you tried your best to look at him in the eyes, trying to figure out what he was talking about. well, he was really touchy.. his hands always found their way to touch you no matter.

he always knows just where and when to linger his touches to make you slightly flustered, the way he held your waist earlier still not leaving your eyes.

he also never took his eyes off of you ever since you stepped into his house. his eyes always trailing over to wherever you are, observing whatever the hell you are doing.

your cheeks got redder as you turned your head to the side, trying to hide from his gaze. " see i know you were a smart boy, now how far are you willing to go, bunny? "

you clasped your hand over your mouth, eyes rolling back to the back of your head. this is all too lewd!

you peeked down to look at him and the view below you was breathtaking.

jason's messy hair was now slicked back with his sweat, his big hands holding your legs open as his tongue worked its way on your dick. you could feel his tongue piercing along it, the added sensation making your thigh quiver.

you slowly released your hold on your own mouth, breath shaky. " jason, i-i'm close.. " your meal voice was shaky from the amount of pleasure you were experiencing.

he hummed and just continued to suck you, his hand now fondling your balls, massaging them as if to coax you to release.

you gripped the bedsheet below you, the warmth of his mouth mixed with the occasional cold feeling of his piercing was driving you over the edge. with a loud moan, you finally released in his mouth, eyes closing in bliss.

jason swallowed it all, making sure not to leave any drop behind. you didn't know whether to feel grossed out by it or not.

" ready to move on now bunny? " jason asked you while grabbing a bottle of lube, squirting a glob of it on his fingers. you silently nodded and watched as he squirted another glob on your hole.

" cold.. " you whined at him, feeling the chilliness of the lube. " don't worry, i'll warm you right up bunny. " he smiled.

he first inserted one finger into you slowly, letting you get used to the feeling. he began slowly moving it, occasionally grazing over that spot that made you see stars.

he then inserted another and another, steadily picking up his pace and getting more rougher as time went on. your eyes shoot back open as you kept your lips as tight as you could.

you were close and jason seemed to know this too.

before you could reach your climax, he swiftly pulled his fingers out. you looked up at him in confusion, dumbfounded as to why he stopped. " w-why'd you stopped? "

he took off his boxer, tossing it somewhere else. " don't tell me you were gonna cum just from that. the real fun begins now, bunny "

you watched as jason stroked his own dick, pouring lube on it. he was big. maybe too big for you. " are you sure it'll fit.. " you asked him while your eyes still trained on it.

" don't worry.. " he aligned himself with your hole, " i'll make it fit. "

with that, he shoved himself into you, the student action made you let out a loud moan. your eyes instantly teared up from the sudden stretch. you bit your lips to make sure no other noise escaped from you.

he was so big and you felt so.. full. his tip perfectly kissed your prostate, almost as if you were molded just for him.

" look at you taking it so well.. i knew i should've stuffed you full the moment i saw you. "

you stifled another incoming moan. your hands both covered your face, trying to hide your flushed face. two hands suddenly held onto your wrist, effectively prying your hands off of your face.

" don't hide this gorgeous face from me now. "

his own fingers intertwined with your own as he pounded into you roughly, going fast and aggressive from the start. a string of moans left your lips, your voice shaky due to how fast he was.

soon, one of his hands sneaked its way onto your thigh, hoisting it up. you almost screamed from how much deeper he was inside you. you didn't think it was even possible.

" jasonn, i'm near.. " you whined. your own dick bounced and twitched begging for release. " i'm close too, bunny.. cum with me, yeah? "

you nodded while jason held onto your ankles, his fingers digging into the fabric of your converse high. he somehow began speeding up, chasing his own climax.

you closed your mouth with your own hand, knowing damn well your moans were echoing throughout the house already.

with no warning whatsoever, you felt the warm liquid soon filling your inside, dropplings of it escaping from your hole. the feeling of being filled with jason's thick cock mixed with his own cum running down your ass caused you to also release.

you shut your eyes as your release painted your stomach white, some of it landing on jason's.

after a few moments of silence, he then let go of your ankles, slowly pulling out. you winced at the feeling of emptiness. you rolled to the side, jason also crawling next to you.

you soon almost lull yourself to sleep before remembering that tomorrow you have to babysit maya. oh god maya. you prayed she was sleeping like a baby and didn't hear anything.

" shit.. i honestly can't feel my legs and i still have to babysit maya tomorrow... " you groaned out loud next to him, trying to brainstorm an idea on how to babysit that devil in your current state.

jason only laughed next to you. talking about how he'll figure out a way to deal with her tomorrow. you hope he will since you can't miss the pay...

#tyunniez 🕷#tyunniez asks 💌#x male reader #bottom male reader #bttm male reader #male reader #uke male reader #amab reader #male x male smut #oc x male reader #i rlly dont like this one yall LMAO

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graciereadshannigram · 26 days

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hey fam, welcome to the March roundup of the best hannigram fics i've read this past month! i read close to 60 fics total, and these were the cream of the crop.

as a reminder: the ingredients for a five star rating typically (but not always!!) include some combination of a.) believable characterizations of both Hannibal and Will, b.) compelling plot and/or character arcs, and c.) high quality smut.

that being said, my judgment of the aforementioned ingredients is powered almost exclusively by vibes and as such, is incredibly subjective.

and if you have any recs of your own for me, PLEASE SHARE.

(Inaugural roundup can be found here)

anyway, in no particular order, let's go!

Title: Bones of My Bones (& Flesh of My Flesh) by everyday_forever Word Count: 15,759 Summary: When Will & Hannibal reunite in Italy at last, Will doesn't fear becoming Hannibal. He knows he already is Hannibal. However, Will feels as if he's a derivative of Hannibal, made in Hannibal's image, from Hannibal's own raw material. He doesn't feel like he's Hannibal's natural equal. Will thinks the only way he can forgive Hannibal is by claiming a piece of Hannibal in return, and choosing to make it a part of himself. He has to eat him. And Hannibal is all to happy to let him.

As far as I'm concerned, this IS canon. Truly some of the best canon-compliant characterizations of them that I've read. This is absolutely what would have happened if Will hadn't tried to kill Hannibal after leaving the Uffizi Gallery. It was perfect. And so them. And obviously, mutual cannibalism. *chefs kiss*

Title: Do you feel the hunger, does it howl inside? by merrythoughts and ReallyMissCoffee Word Count: 261,929 Summary: It's been weeks since the Fall. Since Will had leaned against him, the wild scent of blood thick and cloying on the air, and had taken them from the top of the cliffs. And for every second of every day since, Hannibal has been calmly dealing with the fallout of his decision that night: Life over death. Will had intended them to die, had allowed himself a moment of weakness, of desperation. Perhaps the last act of an exhausted soul. Yet Hannibal had denied him.

I am being dead serious when I say that this fic changed my brain chemistry and managed to do something that several years of therapy had not. I wanted this to go on forever (there IS a sequel!) and did my very best to savor it instead of plowing through the entire thing in a single day. Check the author notes if you're unfamiliar with these two writers–the format took me a couple chapters to get used to, but clearly it wasn't a big deal for me.

Title: Sensational by bigfootghostdick Word Count: 39,607 Summary: Franklyn’s obsession with Hannibal Lecter truly knows no bounds. His obsession only grows worse after being fired as Dr.Lecter’s patient. Feeling slighted by Hannibal's rejection, Franklyn follows him home one evening only to stumble upon something that he never expected to see. Who’s that dark-haired man locking lips with Hannibal right outside his front door? Overcome with jealousy, Franklyn decides to seek revenge on his tenth psychiatrist. How? By selling the photos he took of them to Freddie Lounds.

Listen. I love a good jealous!Franklyn, especially when Hanni and Will firmly put him in his place. Sue me.

Title: The Stress-Sex Connection by shotgun_sinner Word Count: 48,090 Summary: When Will gets out of the BSHCI, he resumes therapy with Hannibal Lecter. His stress levels are through the roof, and Hannibal makes an offer that Will doesn't turn down. Hannibal assumes he's going to take Will to bed and make love to a fragile man, shy and delicate. Will enjoys taking Hannibal to bed, and proving him wrong. OR the story where Hannibal is shocked to find out that Will is a profiler in the streets, but a demon in the sheets.

I was sold on the last line of the summary, "Will is a profiler in the streets, but a demon in the sheets" because it actually got a good cackle out of me, and then who would have guessed! Essentially porn with feelings, but I loved.

Title: hold me, kiss me, rip out my tongue by multifandom_fanfic_writer Word Count: 18,005 Summary: Will notices things. He notices a lot of things, can’t turn it off. Some of these things are about Doctor Hannibal Lecter. He watches Hannibal watching him eat. He watches the touch on his elbow lingering, possessive. He watches Hannibal's eyes darken when Will pulls his hair and fucks his throat hard.

Okay, so I'm realizing that a lot of my five star fics this month were pretty smutty, but I make no apologies. That being said, I did find the characterizations of both Will and Hannibal to be very compelling, and it had the added bonus of Will getting to rub it in Alana's face that Hannibal chose him not her.

Title: Ligare by InfiniteCrisis Word Count: 8,280 Summary: Will's never gone down on a man before and is feeling nervous about it. His solution: tie Hannibal up first. Hannibal has no complaints.

Initially shied away from this one because Will essentially drugs Hannibal to knock him out and fuck him for the first time, but I PROMISE Hannibal knew exactly what Will was doing and allowed it. However, if that isn't your thing, this won't be for you.

THAT BEING SAID, my honest reaction after this was, "fuck fuck fuck, dom!Will might be my new favorite." Bonus points for it being the first in a series, and the rest is equally good!

Title: Oboedire, Implorare, Vovere by InfiniteCrisis Word Count: 18,715 Summary: At the end of Ligare, Hannibal said Will should "test" his willingness to submit to him. Will takes him up on that, and the results are more than either of them expected.

As I said, the rest of the series was SO GOOD. This was basically off the charts hot.

Title: To the Devil His Due (His Due is You) by everyday_forever Word Count: 26,3319 Summary: Will Graham is in the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, courtesy of one Hannibal Lecter. And Will wants payback. He threatens Hannibal with a reckoning. And then Will has a terrible and wonderful idea- he opts to get back at Hannibal and make him jealous by pursuing a sexual relationship with Dr. Frederick Chilton. Feeling emboldened, Chilton sends the audio recordings of him and Will together to Hannibal to boast of the new development in Will's 'therapy.' Hannibal knows at once Will is the mastermind behind it all. Hannibal is most displeased with his manipulative albeit cunning boy. Chaos ensues. Will continues to manipulate both Chilton and Hannibal in order to make Hannibal jealous. Will has entered into a dance with the Devil after poking Hannibal's beast and Hannibal is eager to teach Will a lesson and remind him who he belongs to...

HEAR ME OUT. Prior to this fic, I had never considered Will/Chilton. Ever. Let alone reading a fic where most of the on paper smut is ChilWill. And yet here we are. Hannibal was just so present through it all, given that Will was only screwing Chilton to get at Hannibal (although, I liked that there was some genuine affection between Chilton and Will, it wasn't completely callous), and it just all combined to be an excellent fic. Sue me.

Title: Trope: Fake Date (Hannigram AU) by TigerPrawn Word Count: 4,207 Summary: Will's possible promotion is relying on his superiors thinking better of him. One way to do that is to take his omega to the upcoming cocktail party. Only problem is, he doesn't have one, having to rely on one sent by an agency. He wasn't quite expecting Doctor Hannibal Lecter.

Fluffy first meeting AU, nothing more nothing less. I just love seeing them happy!! (sometimes, lmao)

And that's a wrap on this month! See ya next time!!!

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fellthemarvelous · 4 months

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Aziraphale my love

Please enjoy my WHOLE ASS OPINION AND META ANALYSIS.

I support Petty Bitch Aziraphale for season 3!! The angels have been talking down to him from the very beginning and mocking him. Every single person in his life has insulted his intelligence (yes, Crowley has done so several times). I want to see him GO OFF!!! (I posted this part as a tweet but Twitter doesn't give me enough room to write it all in one big place like Tumblr).

Like I am ready to GO THE FUCK OFF myself!

All of Heaven has been emotionally, verbally and physically abusive to Aziraphale since the very beginning. They never listen to him, and the only one he ever really wants to talk to anyway is God, but she is nowhere to be found.

Gabriel came to Aziraphale because he experienced something that Aziraphale is very familiar with. He couldn't remember why he was going to Aziraphale, but hiding away his memory in a fly ended up being just as much for Aziraphale's protection as his own. It ended up being the only way he could actually explain to Aziraphale and Crowley what was really going on.

Aziraphale was there to witness Gabriel's open expression of love for a demon and it lit a fire in his heart. He and Crowley could be together.

Aziraphale wanted Crowley to be by his side in Heaven so he could stand in front of all the angels and tell them how much he loves Crowley so they can see that there is more to life than death for humans.

Aziraphale thought taking Crowley with him meant he could continue to protect Crowley from ever going back to Hell. It's not like he's forgotten how Crowley was acting after being dragged down into Hell for saving the life of a human and persuading her to be not just pretend-y good but actually good. Aziraphale giving her the money was the temptation to always be a good person. They saved her soul together, Crowley with the angelic act, and Aziraphale's act was the temptation. They were so used to doing each other's jobs by this point that they switched roles in that scene.

Despite their last fight, Crowley came back and saved him from the Nazis in the church, and Aziraphale had that moment of realization. "Oh my God, I'm in love with my demon." Crowley wasn't interested in the holy water when he saved Aziraphale, and he saved Aziraphale's books. They also killed three Nazis in the process, which is the most romantic part of it all. The Nazis were a source of evil for Hell, so you know Hell told him to keep an eye on the Nazis. Hell was full of Nazis! We saw Furfur complain about processing 52 men called Otto. It's not normal for that to happen in Hell, and it's really starting to piss Furfur off!!

Aziraphale and Crowley working together in 1941 is the first time we see someone in Hell say WE ARE FULL GO AWAY. Hell turned some of the worst of the worst against humanity by turning them into flesh-eating zombies. "The dead shall rise from their graves and roam the Earth once more." Furfur was the first one to set Hell's prisoners free, and in true demon style, his plan backfired against him, but he'd already set the ball rolling on the Second Coming.

The man who owned the magic shop did not want to sell the Bullet Catch to Aziraphale because he could tell right away that Aziraphale was in desperate need of help as he'd just knocked down half the things on the front counter and he would absolutely die just like that Lovely Chinese Fellow (and that seems like a pretty relevant clue). The shopkeeper only sold it to Aziraphale after Crowley handed him money from Aziraphale's wallet (Aziraphale didn't even try to stop him) and used it to tempt the shopkeeper into going against his instincts.

And in true demon fashion, that immediately backfired because it was only then did he realize Aziraphale was going to need a partner, and he was the only one who could do it. I don't think either of them were thinking about what the trick actually entailed. Aziraphale just saw a gun and was like LET'S DO THIS!

They survived the Bullet Catch in a very human way. They couldn't perform miracles and had very human reactions to the situation, but Aziraphale trusted Crowley with that gun pointed at his head.

And when Aziraphale used a human magic trick to save Crowley from being taken back to Hell by Furfur, he proved that he was willing to go to great lengths to keep Crowley safe even though Crowley was a demon.

This entire time he has been trying to give Crowley a place to call home. He painted the walls of the bookshop yellow because they are the same color as Crowley's eyes, which are also the least human thing about him. He has written about him in his journals and he's openly affectionate with Crowley. He always gives Crowley gentle touches and praises him. He loves Crowley and he's showing him in the most human way he knows how.

And when Crowley is losing Aziraphale, he shows Aziraphale his love in the most human way he can think of.

Heaven and Hell have invaded Whickber Street and put the lives of all the humans at risk. The problem is worse than he thought, and he's going back to try and fix it so that Heaven will actually try to be good for once. Not just pretend-y good, but properly good. Everyone is in danger, and I think when the Metatron mentions the Second Coming, Aziraphale completes the puzzle he's been trying to put together since hearing Jim singing a human song. It makes him understand what Gabriel was running away from, and he's the one who gave Gabriel the freedom to run away with Beelzebub.

And the Metatron is not pleased. Aziraphale introduced free will to demons and angels just as Crowley had introduced free will to humanity.

Aziraphale wants to help spread the idea of love and free will around Heaven so it can be better. He's doing something he believes is right with all his heart. He's been on Earth for more than 6,000 years. He remembers the lessons he learned. He knows shades of grey exist and he wants to use this to make Heaven a better place.

But the other archangels have never respected him, and now he's the Supreme Archangel. He has a chance to make things better, and he has done Crowley's job before. He wants to talk to God. He wants to know what it is she wants. He's tired of hearing everyone else speak for God when no one has spoken to God in thousands of years.

And when he told Crowley his idea, Crowley became angry with him and called him an idiot. What he was saying was not what Crowley was hearing because Crowley was trying to confess his love while Aziraphale was trying to tell Crowley his plan to save everyone.

He only wanted to go back to Heaven when he believed he would be able to take Crowley with him, and he thought reinstating Crowley as an angel was the safest way to keep him from ever having to return to Hell.

None of Aziraphale's actions were malicious. None of his actions were to hurt Crowley. He didn't realize how bad his words sounded because he was saying something completely different than what Crowley was hearing.

All of it was a big misunderstanding. If Aziraphale had not taken the coffee from the Metatron, he would have been choosing death. The Metatron is punishing him for going against Heaven by forcing him to go back. Aziraphale only believed it was a choice when he was told he could bring back Crowley.

Aziraphale had the illusion of choice. He knew the Metatron wasn't taking no for an answer, and when Crowley rejected his offer, he still had to go back anyway. When he looked back at Crowley before stepping on that elevator, he knew he was breaking Crowley's heart by not going back to him, but he had no choice. It broke his heart too.

So now he's stuck in Heaven after having the worst fight with Crowley. He probably feels like no one believes in him. Crowley had called him an idiot and then Crowley kissed him. He's confused because he doesn't understand why Crowley is upset with him, but he's probably tired of everyone underestimating him.

Let Aziraphale be done with this shit. Let him be petty about it. He's not holding back anymore. I want him to push back just as hard and stand up for himself. He has earned the right.

#good omens #good omens meta #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #this is my OPINION #aziraphale defense squad #i am not going to shut up about him until fandoms starts treating him better

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taintedcries · 3 months

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HAII !! ur valentine scenarios seem so cute and i would love 2 join !!

can i request me ‘n dazai (🤢🤮🤮🤮) going out shopping to decorate the agency office ? like they’re keeping it a secret from every1 else and plan to go to work early the next day and dazai is js bring dazai …

thank u sm in advance !! have fun <3

YOU MYSTIFY ME !

GOING SHOPPING WITH DAZAI

Going out shopping with this man is the greatest mistake you made your whole entire life, he is a menace.

He’ll go through every aisle in the store and pick out the most ridiculous valentine’s props, sometimes he’ll behave and actually pick out something good (keyword : sometimes)

“[NAME]!! Look!” He called your name out as you look over at him, dumbfounded. “What the actual fuck is that ‘Samu?”

“Hmm? Don’t you like it??” He asks as he put on the ridiculous pink hat on himself and held out those pink glasses in front of him, “No, what in the hell is that?!”

The first time he actually showed a decent prop, you cried tears of joy

“Pstt! [NAME].... I found this thing it’s super cute!” You didn’t spare him a glance as your eyes looked around the aisles selling chocolates “No, Dazai. We won’t be buying those weird stuffs you found”

“You haven’t even seen them!” He whined, you let out a long sigh as you turned to him, fully expecting him to bring you a pink bandage roll and some other weird stuffs.

“..........”

“.....”

“...........”

The silence was broken by Dazai, “Uhm.. So are we buying this or not?..” He felt nervous under your silenced gaze, fully expecting you to either deny or shout at him. “Dazai… Who the hell possessed you? Why is this actually good?”

He was shocked you thought he couldn’t pick out something nice

After shopping for some props you guys decided to just make one your own, since, all the props sold by the markets are.. Questionable.

Dazai decided to crash to your place to make the props cause apparently “your place is more comfortable than mine” according to Dazai.

“Dazai be useful and help me paint these boxes reddish pink for god’s sake.” You glared at him watching as he dangles his legs from your couch

“I am being useful! I’m cheering you on from over here~”

You threw a box (empty & small) across his face

He finally decided to help you after whining and complaining about how it hurts when you threw the box at him

He decided to be a menace once more and dipped his finger in paint and draw a line on your arm while you were busy writing something

Safe to say you guys fought for a whole fifteen minutes and was covered in paint by the time the fight was over

But anyways!

You guys finally made the props and it turned out quite decently, for some reason, but who are you to complain?

“It’s already 1:30 AM, we should go to sleep if we still want to go to the agency’s building early.” You said as you checked the time

“Wooo! I’m crashing your couch for tonight!~”

“Clean yourself up first you idiot! I don’t need my couch to be stained by pink & red paint!” You hit his head and pushed him to the bathroom

“Oww! Fine fine!”

05:30 AM

“Dazai wake the fuck up! We need to set the decorations plus props up the agency!” You whisper-shouted, he whined about waking up in the morning and regretting the plan he made himself. Honestly? Loser, who told him to come up with this?

“No one cares, quick get up and shower, you stink.”

He gasped and whine about how he doesn’t stink (he actually doesn’t but you just said it to make him go shower)

He reluctantly went into the shower anyways

You prepared some toast with scrambled eggs inside for him to eat after he gets out of the bathroom

After you guys were done, it was time for the hard task. Carrying the decorations inside the agency wasn’t hard, but the props…

You guys argued over who was gonna carry it (you ended up carrying it anyways)

Took a while to get all of them inside, even more when you had to actually think of where to set it up! You kind of regret agreeing to decorate the agency with Dazai of all people.

“Why is it so hard to decorate a rooommm!!” Dazai whined, seriously. All he does is whine about this, why do you even like this guy again? “Shut up unless you want to be the one carrying these items to their respective locations!”

You guys got it done last minute though! Congrats!

Kunikida walked in just in time to see you choke Dazai for being annoying though..

'mmmm... sorry if this isnt up to your expectations D: ... i kind of started working on this at uhmm 11 PM-3 AM?? LMAO..

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungou stray dogs x reader #[足赤 ] — valentine's special

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cleromancy · 6 months

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jasons got so much black and white thinking at times like. if Bruce can't do this for me he never loved me. if Bruce never loved me i am unlovable. if im unlovable i might as well be hated for something ive done instead of something i am...

its that last one thats the only thing that really keeps me firmly in camp shrodingers felipe... like i vehemently disagree that jason having done it is like "proof" he was ~already bad~ or ~too damaged~ or whatever the fuck dumbshit. like morally speaking jason weighed this mans life over the life of his next victim and made a choice and while you don't have to agree with him, or judy koslosky for that matter (batman 422, jason goes on to paraphrase her in lost days)... like, come on. it was explicit that the law and batman couldn't touch him, he bragged he was gonna do it again, jasons options as presented to him were "let him" or "kill him".

but the reason i continue to like the ambiguity there about whether or not jason did kill the guy is because bruces reaction... i mean my god, compare and contrast ollies reaction when 16-year-old *mia* thought she had to kill someone while ollie visibly disagreed-- ga 39:

ga 40:

^ btw this is also one reason OF MANY why i kill and eat anyone who compares ollie negatively to bruce. fava beans nice chianti etcetera etcetera

(dinah also reams him out about it more in this same issue while they're breaking up. read green arrow 2001 🔫)

anyway. fuckin buce by contrast

batman (1940) 424

batman 425

just to start. (ditf starts at issue 426 btw.) (also god starlin is such a hack. Bruce directly causes the deaths of 3 people in 425-- two by jumping out of the way of gunfire so they hit each other, one by accidentally knocking over an unstable pile of cars. but sure, Jason's the one who can't handle it.)

anyway. all this just to say that if jason truly did not kill felipe but bruce believed he did and that leads directly to him feeling so unloved that he runs away to find his birth mom and yknow. gets murdered bc she sold him out bc, from his perspective, *she* also found him unlovable...

jason todd should have killed more people 🤷

#dc #text #like if youre gonna get blamed for it anyway. Why Fucking Not #anyway i keep thinking about bruce fucking shock collaring jason in gotham war to punish him for #having previously done Bad Things #so now bruce doesn't have to feel bad about it anymore #or worry jason will do it again #because he chemically lobotomized him. LMAO #meta #jason #mia

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Okay I'm finally sitting down to properly watch the PJO series so here's an episode-by-episode live blog I guess. (Fair warning, I haven't read the books since I was a teenager, I am a smidge of an apologist for the films, and my favorite adaptation so far has been the musical.)

Episode One:

All of the actors are doing a really good job, I especially like Sally.

The costume design for both the monsters and the humans is pretty killer. I want Percy's sweater.

I also love the little seaside cabin and want to live there!!!

This is such a mild gripe BUT as someone with dyslexia I wish there was a better way to visually depict it without like, doing the swapping letters thing cuz that's just not what it's actually like at all.

Gabe maybe feels a little too funny. Like I'm supposed to hate him and think it's justified that he deserves to be turned into stone at the end, this version of him is really.....toned down, and his banter with Percy and Sally was fun to watch. I should hate him, but really he just came across as unpleasant. Less abusive asshole and more "old married couple who share interests but can't communicate without shouting" you know?

Loved Grover's little "I'm 24 actually" lmao that was great.

Not a fan of Percy immediately recognizing the Minotaur within a millisecond of it appearing before the audience even got a good look at it. Like, I just sat there thinking "how can he even see it?" rather than feeling scared of a big monster barreling at them.

The action is uh....fine? Feels a little lackluster. Or kinda....divorced from the rest of the show weirdly?? Idk it makes me feel like I'm watching a movie of a movie if that makes sense?? But we'll see where they go with it. (I know banter during a fight isn't realistic and people make fun of Marvel for it, but like...it helps to have at least a little talking. We don't wanna be Man of Steel.)

I feel like there's been a few "slightly out of sync ADR" moments but they weren't too distracting.

Pacing into Sally saying goodbye felt a little long, kinda took the shock of her dying out of the scene, but the actress REALLY sold all the emotional beats so I'll forgive it.

I LOVE the credits sequence!!! Reminds me of the designs on that one box set of the books in a really cool way.

Episode Two:

Oh yes the ugly ass neon orange shirts are here bless!

FUCK YES THAT'S DIONYSUS BAYBEEE!! My ONLY note is that he def could have turned up the energy a little, but that's probably just bcs I love how loud and unpleasant he is in the musical and I also know how unhinged this actor can be.

Chiron is such a delight <3

I like the cabins too, way better than how I imagined them as a kid reading the books lol

Oh, I can see why the new fans fell for Luke so hard.

Grover assuming a human being squished would be like an old banana is very funny. Felt very book-humor in a good way.

Clarisse!!

Oh damn actual disabled half-bloods, very cool!

Minor but I can't actually tell what Percy did wrong with the bow? Weird editing I guess.

Aside from that I actually love a good "fuck up" montage, I honestly wish it were a little longer.

Probably doesn't matter but I don't get having them burn the food after they've started eating? I thought that was a before you sit down type thing.

Percy burning the blue candy to try to talk to his mom was sweet tho T_T

"real friends" hahahaha.....yeah.......about Luke.......

yay! hazing!

Oh I love Annabeth already >:D

Thalia.....is pronounced differently than I thought....?

(I'm sorry I'm too much of a fan of 'Tree on the Hill' for this exposition dump. That shit hits harder when coming from Grover.)

Percy giving Annabeth the "actually I suck and my self esteem is riding on this so like pls don't ask me to do anything hard T_T" talk is just, so good lmao

ofc he doesn't know what's going on Annabeth you didn't tell him anything

Okay the action is a lot better when it's between the actual characters and doesn't involve a 3D monster, though I still had trouble following all the hits Percy was taking.

Oooh I can see why people did so much art of Percy being claimed that was a good shot.

FUCK YEAH TELL HIM YOU'RE SALLY JACKSON'S SON

(I hope they kept the Oracle in the attic...)

Okay I have to go do some things and then I'll be back for more!

#long post #loo watches pjo #pjo spoilers

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hihii i cant keep this image out of my head and i need to tell you abt it…

yk how both rafayel & xavier’s mc in the myths is a royal and i keep thinking how xavier naturally kneels for mc 🤭🤭🤭 i am a sucker for big strong men kneeling for their woman. how he would say he’d kill for us AHHHHHH

also, rafayel canonicaly calls mc princess and even though hes sassy and princess like, when he’s serious he is like SERIOUS. he betrayed lemuria for her i think both xav and raf would definitely kill for mc and yk how raf has lowkey abandonedment issues? i feel like if mc was fed up or leaving raf he’d 100% kneel for her. OH AND when in chap 8 he lowkey sold us off LMAO and we feel betrayed after but his reasoning would probably be pretty good and he’s kneeling for us to forgive him???? YUHHHHHH

bonus: raf would kneel & fake propose in public for shits n giggles too when ur already married and he just wanted to give us a new ring or something

this is @aishasreality btw lolzies

₊⊹ I'm ecstatic that you thought of sharing this idea with me of all people! I read your ask the day it was sent and it has stayed in my mind every second then after! I ATE UP THAT IDEA AND IT WON'T LEAVE. the brain is rotting. Your mind is beautiful. Hold on, "I am a sucker for big strong men kneeling for their woman. how he would say he’d kill for us" HELLO?? SAME! WE'RE LITERALLY ONE IN THE SAME! I wholeheartedly agree, this is one of my Roman empires istg. I'm hyperventilating at the mere thought. XAVIER WOULD KILL FOR US! HE'D PRACTICALLY BURN DOWN WORLD/S FOR US 💔 my man.

Oh my, rafayel. I'm amazed at how closely our minds align right now, especially when it comes to Xavier and Rafayel. This is feeding my delusions so badly I must admit my first thought was "I need to write this", and I will! I will certainly, definitely, desperately have to write for this idea! I need everyone to hop on this train it's gonna be a party all day all night! We're going to get high of our delusions for this Xavier and Rafayel.

The intricacies of their characters are incredibly intense, mind-boggling even. Each day I find something new that just clicks and then I'm forced to add them to my notes. These details are shaping my perception of Xavier and Rafayel in ways that feel overwhelming both physically and mentally. I'm eager to look into the darker sides of their personalities in my next fic. Rest assured, you'll eventually get your kneeling men—I promise.

I do take a while to write, for 101 reasons, but I'll get to completing it eventually! It's alrdy on my mind 24/7 and the urge is slowly eating me😌

Will be sc this ask, framing it, and adding it to my writers journal 🙌

Have a good day, darling. You made my week and future weeks. I simply cannot wait to get to writing this idea asap

#₊⊹ ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖⭒✮ abyss inbox 📩#₊⊹ @aishasreality ⊹₊#love and deepspace #rafayel #xavier

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ravenmichaelisstuff · 1 year

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"Better late than never" part 8

Soap was aware of how much work is on Ghost’s shoulders, the man never gets a break. If he is not commanding a mission on which soldiers have to depend on his decisions, death being a repercussion of even the smallest mistake he could make. Then, he has to put up with recruits at training which is usually a shit show of inexperienced firearm usage and Ghost’s screaming and cursing. On top of that, he had a shit ton of paper works.

Since Soap figured out that he can actually help him with that, he had been doing it more frequently. Often staying late in Ghost’s room to fill out things he needed help with. Ghost never asked for his help, and neither did he say thank you. But Soap knew that he appreciated the help and maybe even his company because halfway through the work Ghost would ask if Johnny wants him to make coffee and they were also spending time together after they were done. There was always a plate of cookies on the desk for Soap to munch on- the cookies were there only when he was around.

Soap loved those cookies, but whenever he asked what brand they were the other men would say that he bought them in the canteen. Which had to be total bullshit since the ones sold there tasted of nothing but cardboard. Soap was certain that Ghost was straight up gatekeeping the brand- which was hilarious to him. But that day was the day he will finally get the brand's name.

“It seems we ur done fur today, Lt.” Soap exclaimed, putting the last document into a file and then stretching his hands above his head. He looked at the empty plate, only crumbs left after he devoured the cookies. “So… the cookies-”

“I told you I got them in the canteen. You sound like a broken record” Ghost cut in.

“No, na ye didn’t ye liar! Those are one of the best food I had and believe me I checked th’ canteen. They have only two brands! Both taste stale!” Ghost just crossed his arms “Ghost with all due respect ye can’t keep this one thing a secret. We speak aboot cookies, nae nuclear codes.”

“Biscuits, not cookies.”

“Oh, go 'n' bile yer heid!” They sat in silence for a second, then Soap eyed the trash bin. “I will go thro’ yer trash to find the packaging.”

“No, you won’t, Soap”

The sergeant stood up.

“Sergeant…” Ghost warned, but Soap really enjoyed those biscuits. He bend over the bin, ready to inspect it. “Soap, don’t.”

“Ye won’t stop me, I just have to make sure there isn’t anything I don’t wanna stick mah hand in.”

“God give me strength.” Ghost whispered to himself. “You won’t find anything, there is no box, Johnny.” He sounded exasperated.

“Did ye pumpin' burned it or whit?”

“Wha- of course not! I am not you, you pyromaniac.”

“Then- No way!” Soap looked at him with big eyes. Ghost groaned already knowing what was coming. “Ye baked them!?”

“What if? Do you want to comment on it?” Ghost remembered well how everyone usually reacted to this information. They would say it was not a thing for men like him, for men at all. His previous team would burst out laughing if he told them. Of course, he had more faith in 141, in Johnny but his father's words stuck to him like glue. ‘Kitchen is a woman’s place, no wonder you are such a brat. You can’t even be a proper man.’ He would say whenever young Simon would be helping his mother with baking.

Ghost knew it was not true, of course, he did. But words like that stuck, especially when heard at a young age. Especially when followed by a ‘punishment’.

Ghost didn’t notice when Soap sat again in his chair.

“Oh, ye bet I am going to comment on it. You are keeping those skills from us when all of us could be eating those delights!” Soap was smiling brightly at Ghost, simply happy to get to know something new about his friend. “You make amazing cookies- sorry. Biscuits.” The Scot mocked him and punched his shoulder playfully.

And how could he think that would get any other reaction from Johnny? Ghost blushed under the mask, not ready for the compliment.

“When do ye bake them? How? Where?”

Ghost fidgeted with the aglet of his hoodie’s strings. “When I don’t get a full night of sleep- which is often. I snuck into the kitchen, nobody will stop me past midnight. I keep the ingredients here so nobody takes them.” He explained.

“Huh.” Soap chuckled. “No one in the right mind takes things from your shelf.”

“Yeah, but custard powder would look weird, wouldn’t it? Besides you literally take my milk every morning.”

Soap smirked. “I am not in the right mind.”

Ghost’s eyes wrinkled in a smile and he shook his head. “Just… don’t go gossiping about it,”

“Will you be making me more?” He raised his eyebrows.

Ghost hummed agreeing.

“We’ve got ourselves a deal, sir.” The sergeant pretended to zip his mouth. “I will have to steal th’ recipe from ye one day and sell it to mah ma’”

Ghost looked at the clock- it was already late. Could they?

“I can teach you now.” He proposed. “If you want.”

Soap was already standing. “Stupid question.”

It was so nice to see someone excited about something he likes. Soap often shares about his hobbies and he is happy to listen. He himself is rather reserved about his interests, so opening up and seeing someone so excited about it? If Ghost was someone else he would hug the Scot.

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“So what are we making chef?” Soap clapped his hands, leaning on the counter while Ghost was preparing some bowls. Ghost looked at what they had.

“I am thinking bourbon biscuits.” Soap looked like he wanted to say something. “And no, there is no alcohol in them Johnny.”

“Pity.”

“Go wash your hand, we will make the dough first.” After they did that Soap grabbed his phone and put on some quiet chill music, he didn’t want to push their luck.

Ghost instructed Soap which dry ingredients he should be mixing first while Soap swayed side to side to the music, listening. Soap did exactly as Ghost told him, carefully measuring like he was building a bomb. Ghost said to add whole flour which would be alright if he didn’t dump it all at once in the sieve the lieutenant. A cloud of white powder covered them both.

Ghost took a deep breath and exhaled some of the powder. He could hear Soap trying to hold his laughter. He turned to scold him, but he was met with flour being blown straight at his balaclava. Soap was straight-up cackling at this point.

“Now ye are a real ghost!” He said between wheezing.

Ghost took some flour from the counter and messed Soap’s mohawk with it.

“Oi!”

They messed with each other like that for a while, when Ghost actually looked around.

“Ok, stop. Price will kill us when he walks in here tomorrow.”

Soap had to have the last word. He grabbed the base of Ghost’s mask. Ghost panicked a little- ready to push Soap away. Luckily he only pulled at it a little to suddenly let it- causing the flour to lift from it.

“We will clean up later, Lt.” He came back to swaying his hips.

Ghost let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Soap bumped their hips together, prompting Ghost to relax and sway with him while they continued.

Ghost had to bite his cheeks to not smile like an idiot.

And for Soap the biscuits were no longer the prize, seeing Simon all domestic and relaxed while speaking about all types of flour and which one is his favourite? That was priceless.

***

Task Force 141 drank their morning drink of choice with the addition of perfectly baked biscuits.

I am really happy with this one <3 I am sorry for the late update but I have less and less time. I love reading your comments and thoughts on the fic <3

Also, I thought I will mention that I have a Ko-Fi now if someone feels like buying me some coffee. I am saving for university!

#Ghost loves baking #soap loves ghost #don;t worry it's mutual #soapghost #john soap mactavish #soap mctavish #soap cod #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #cod soap #soap mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #ghost cod #bltn soapghost fic #soapghost fluff #soapghost fic

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blackheart1454 · 5 months

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We own you (Yandere!Creepypasta x Abused!Depressed Reader) Chapter 1

Warnings!: Abuse, violence.

Minors get the fuck out of here! 🔞+

Hello everyone! This is my first Creepypasta x Reader fanfic, I hope everyone enjoy it! I must apologize if the fanfic have grammar and spelling mistakes, english isn't my native language, but I'm trying very hard!

Thanks and enjoy the story

Chapter 2

I was panting heavily, feeling the blood staining every part of my body. I was chained against the wall. Naked, cover in boiling water burns, cuts, cigarette burns and bruises. Why I am here? Let me tell you my history. I used to be a happy girl with a normal life. I had two lovely parents, that were worry about me and always made sure that I had everything I need. My mom was a nurse and my father a journalist. I barely remember my mother, she was always busy at the hospital, she worked the whole day, and when she didn’t, she came home pretty late and, in that circumstance, my father was my best friend. He used to look after me, he used to take me to school, he used to listen to my problems… he used to love me.

One day, my mother got terrible sick, and my father did everything to cure her, to find a treatment… but as time passed, my mother’s illness became increasingly worse. She died one Friday at 12:00 am. From that day, dad started to act weird. He started to avoid me in every way, like I never exist. I never see him until night, but he was passed away on the coach with a smell of alcohol. That routine continued for 2 months. I knew he was having a hard time by dealing with mom’s death, I was waiting for him to recover, to return to the lovely father I knew, but I was wrong. So wrong.

Who knew that my life would become a nightmare overnight? First the insults began, then the beatings, finally the torture. I never knew what I did for deserve this, the only thing I was sure, he was always blaming me for mom’s death. I had to deal with the pain every second. There were days that I was bruised so bad that I hardly had the strength to stay awake. I never told anyone about this, he treated to kill me if I did… because of that I never had friends.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here.”

I was so focus on my thoughts that I didn’t notice the man entered to the room.

“Did you sleep well you little shit?” he whispered in my ear.

“Y-yes..” I said. I could barely talk, my throat hurt from screaming and I hadn’t drink water in days.

“Yes, what? And look at me while I’m talking to you!” he pulled my hair to face him clearly annoyed.

“Y-yes.. s-sir” I replayed softly.

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” he shouted angrily.

“YES SIR!”

“That’s better” he said pleased while unlocking the chains. “Get dress, you have 5 minutes and don’t keep me waiting.”

“Yes sir!” I said, and immediately ran to my room. I open the closet to put the first things that I found. I was kidding, I didn’t have a closet. I didn’t have furniture at all. That man sold most of the things of my room to buy alcohol and cigarettes. The only thing I had was an old futon that I used as bed and my cloths that were throw to the floor. Most of the were rip apart by the man when he was in bad mood. I only have simple t-shirts, sweaters, hoodies and jeans. I picked up (f/c) sweater, a (f/c) t-shirt, black ripped jeans and black combat boot. I took my bag pack and ran out of the house. My father was already waiting in his black car, with hesitation I approached it. Lucky for me, he didn’t say anything and started the car. It took around 25 minutes to arrive to school, the ride was uncomfortably silent. It was the same routine every fucking day. Waking up, dress up, go to the hellhole which is call school, return to home, eat a half bread, do the homework and the beating sections. I got out of the car and enter the building.

“Hey look the freak is here.”

“What a slut.”

“She looks like a mummy with all that bandages on.”

“Emo freak.”

“Why the hell is she still coming here?”

Same day, same routine, same idiots who don’t have anything better to do, it didn’t matter anyways. Since my father started to abusive me, nobody approached me because of the horrible bruises I have and they got me nicknames like the “emo freak”. Just keep going (Y/N), and let the idiots be idiots. I entered to the classroom, that was empty and wait for the teacher. I put on my headphones and listen to (f/s) while sketching on my math’s notebook. Little by little, it was filling up the people. A little later the school’s bell rings, the teacher followed by enter the room.

“Good morning everyone” the teacher said.

“Good morning” everybody replied, except me.

“You have a pop quiz, so take out your pencils and keep everything away.”

Everybody complained and the teacher just ignore them. Lucky for me I have nice grades on (f/s). While doing the quiz, I couldn’t help but notice that there was something or better… someone watching me outside. I looked thought the window and saw what it looks like a monochromatic clown, and he had an evil smirk on his face.

“Miss (l/n) is there something wrong?” the teacher interrupted me.

“Eh… w-what?”

“I asked if there is something wrong?” the woman said annoyed.

“Eeehh… n-nothing miss” I murmured.

“The hurry up! You only have 20 minutes to complete the quiz!” she said while the others start to complain again.

I looked thought the window again, only to notice that the creepy clown was gone. What the hell was that?

??? P.O.V

-Soon. Very soon, just wait dear (Y/N), we will come for you. We will end your pain, you will be happy with us, you will love us…. Because you don’t have choice.-

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The Cattle Driving Stranger - Cowboy!Danny Wagner

a/n: i wrote this amongst the AI images trend and tbh i kinda like cowboy danny 😌 also this idea comes from @maud-gone and she's also the one who told me i should post it so here we are :)

summary: a stranger accidentally stumbles onto your property and your father takes advantage of this. however, you can't help but fall for the tall, mysterious cowboy

warnings: mentions of guns (one character pointing one at another), mentions of blood/wound

word count: ~ 5.5k

Ever since your father injured his leg, he hasn’t been able to herd the cattle that you own very well. He started off by having a family member do it for free, but after a few times, they decided they wanted to be paid, and your father couldn’t do that right now.

You were working your own job at the local diner, so that was helping some income, but times were tough at the moment. Until a random stranger stumbled upon your property.

You were coming home from your day shift, when you see your father on the porch, with his gun drawn, pointing it at a man mounted on a horse. His hands were in the air, letting you know he wasn’t a threat to anyone.

“Who are you?!” Your father shouts. The man dismounts his horse, keeping his hands in the air.

“My name’s Danny. I’m lost and not sure where I’m going,” he says.

“This is private property, young man.”

“I wasn’t aware, but now that I am, I will leave as soon as I can. But I ask one thing, if I can clean the wound that I sustained while riding through the night.” He points to his bicep, where the linen cloth of his undershirt has been sliced open, revealing a nice gash that was bloodied.

Your father lowers his gun and takes a seat back in the rocker.

“Come on in. But now it’s my turn to ask you something.” Danny walks up the stairs cautiously as you stay put on the side of the house, out of view from him. “Ever herd cattle?”

Your eyes roll at your father’s desperation, until you hear Danny chuckle.

“Yes, actually. I was my family’s herder until they sold the farm and cattle. Ever since then, I’ve been roaming, trying to find a place to settle down, and haven’t found one yet.”

Because you were already exhausted from this morning, you decide to make yourself known to get into the house and settle down for the day. You walk around and come into view of your father and the stranger, and immediately, Danny is entranced by you.

He has never seen a woman so beautiful, so perfect, even after a long and tiring day of work.

“(Y/N), this is Danny. Caught him trespassing and it looks like he’s gonna be staying for a while.”

Both you and Danny look to your father in confusion.

“I can give you a place to stay if you’re willing to be my new herder. I’ve been unable to get around with his goddamn ankle, so if you wouldn’t mind helping out around here, you’re more than welcome to stay in the guest room.”

“Thank you, sir. I appreciate the sentiment very much.” With that, you walk inside, past Danny, leaving the two men to sit and converse on the porch until it was time for dinner.

You didn’t see much of Danny that night, he stayed in his room to eat dinner and kept to himself; though you expected this, really, what was he supposed to do? Suddenly open himself up to you guys, when your father had his gun pointed at him when they first met?

In the following weeks, Danny finally starts to feel a little more welcome. Your father was warming up to him a lot and they had been getting along really well. You liked the fact that your dad had someone else besides you to talk to, and you were very thankful for all the work Danny did to help him out.

However, you remained weary of Danny. You didn’t really know his true intentions, if he was going to just up and leave one day after he gets tired of staying in one place for too long. You feared he was just like the last few cattle drivers, leaving your father with no warning, and going back to square one.

But he reassured you that Danny was here to stay at least for a while. He boasted every second he could about how good of a herder he is, and how Danny loves it here.

So, on one of the days you have off, you stood on the porch and watched Danny in action. And sure enough, he rounded up all of your cattle with ease, doing it so effortlessly, like it was second nature to him. He concentrated hard with every move of his, and the cattle listened to him with no issues. You were very surprised at this, and soon, this became your norm.

You spent most of your mornings with your dad on the porch, watching Danny herd, and it never got boring. Every day was the same, but with each time, you could feel your attraction for Danny deepening. And you never realized, but he always took a moment to admire you from afar as well.

One morning, it was nice and cool out, compared to the recent heat. Danny was out there, as usual, gathering all of the cattle towards the small open gate. With every single cow through, he locked the gate and rode back to the stables to put his horse back. Finally, he emerges and makes his way towards the house, walking up the steps where you were holding a glass of water for him that your dad asked you to get him.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, taking the glass from you. He drops into the second rocker, taking his hat off and wiping the sweat away from his forehead, and your dad stands to pat his back.

“Nice work today, young man. Now I have to go into town to visit my doctor, and he’s going to be assessing me over the next couple days, so I won’t be home until Saturday. (Y/N), don’t scare Danny off. There’s some leftover soup for dinner. I’ll see y’all later.”

With that, your dad hops in his car and drives into town, leaving you and Danny alone for the night. Something that has yet to happen. It made you nervous, but Danny was a good guy, right?

Dinner was filled with an awkward silence. You had no clue how to converse with Danny, being alone, you weren’t sure what his likes and dislikes were, or if he even wanted to talk at all. So, you stayed quiet, reading the newspaper that your father left on the table.

Once the sun had set and the moon appeared, and a cooler temperature had replaced the desert heat, you step out onto the front porch to clear your head. Your mind was reeling with nerves and feeling like a terrible host for possibly making Danny feel uncomfortable.

“Is it always this peaceful out here?” A voice interrupts your moment. Turning, you find Danny, dressed in the night clothes that your dad had given him.

It was a simple old linen nightshirt, and he was also dressed in just his briefs. Something you tried not to focus on, but it was really hard to ignore. His thick thighs fully on show for you, how could you not look? Respectfully, of course.

“Yeah. It’s a great way clear your head after a long day.”

Danny cautiously leans against the railing next to you, staring out into the vast land that was your home. He takes in the sight of the cattle barn, where he would be next morning, letting all the cattle out to graze and get some space for the day.

“How long have you been a herder?” You ask him, keeping your eyes forward. Danny, however, looks over at you with a small smile on his face.

Ever since he was given the chance to stay, he had become so taken by you. He wanted to talk to you, but you always gave off the energy that you didn’t want to get to know him. He understood of course, a random stranger is suddenly staying with you after all you’ve known is just you and your dad, he wasn’t expecting you to trust him right away.

He also hated feeling like he was intruding on your lives, but your father reassured him that it was just because you were shy and closed off in general.

So right now, and especially after how dinner went, he was susprirsed to hear your question for him.

“Ever since I was young. My father was a farmer and he taught me from the age of five how to herd. Since then, I’ve learned to do it on my own and became the family’s driver.”

“You said they sold the farm and everything, why was that?” Danny shuffles his feet a little, his mouth falling open but nothing coming out, and right away, you knew you crossed a boundary. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that.” Danny shakes his head, and offers you a small smile.

“No, don’t worry about it. It’s okay. It’s something I haven’t exactly had time to really process or talk about with anyone, and I’m not entirely sure how to even explain it.” You nod awkwardly, feeling your heart race due to the anxiety pumping through your body.

“Um, what happened to your arm?” You ask this time, wanting to steer away from the previous topic.

“I got scraped on some barbed wire while trying to get through someone else’s land. They chased me off, and I ended up here.”

“It’s all healed now, though, right?” Danny smiles and you finally look at him. You try hard to keep the gasp in that was threatening to escape.

He was incredibly beautiful, although this was something you knew, but actually taking his features in, you realized just how gorgeous he is. Especially in the moonlight. The curve of his nose standing out against the night sky, the light from the moon casting onto it, only adding to the beauty. His pink cheeks and structured jawline, and not to mention his curls that were always hidden under his hat and pulled back during the day.

You don’t notice how long you’re staring at him until he clears his throat awkwardly. You softly apologize and Danny just chuckles in response. You couldn’t fall for this man. You barely knew him, but he was so pretty.

“Um, would you maybe want to, uh, join me in herding the cattle tomorrow? I mean, taking a horse out there with me and watching from up close rather than ogling at me from the porch?” Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire at this point.

So he’s noticed. Great.

“Well, I would hate to get in your way, I don’t know much about herding and I don’t want to mess up how you work with them.”

“Sitting on a horse out of the way ain’t goin’ to mess with them, darlin’.” Your heart flutters at the nickname and now you are feeling very drawn to this man.

“Sure,” you agree after a couple more minutes of him explaining how it would even work.

“You don’t hav’t do anything, just sit there and look pretty. Maybe we can also go for a little ride after.”

“I’d love that, Danny.”

Just as planned, you got up bright and early, dressing in your favorite outfit, and headed downstairs to find Danny preparing breakfast for the two of you. He had made some eggs with toast, scrambled, just the way you like them.

After breakfast, he brings you out to the stables and takes his horse while you let out the horse that you always take out riding, Sunshine.

You follow him over to the cattle barn where he begins his work, letting out all of the cows and bulls that you and your father own. He does his job of letting them into the open area for the day, closing the fence with ease once they all get through.

He rides back over to you and you follow him away from the land, down a little trail that leads to an open field. Your eyes remain on the back of his form, the way his loose curls bounce with every gallop of his horse, and just the way he looks overall.

You continue riding until you come to a huge tree with a shaded area. Danny dismounts his horse, you doing the same. He ties both horses to another nearby tree and allows them to graze and rest while he sits down against the trunk of the larger tree , motioning for you to join him.

“Did I do a pretty good job?” He wonders, referring to his herding. You giggle and nod, looking out at the open space in front of you.

“I’d say you did. I can see why my dad has kept you on for as long as he has, and with no pay.” Danny hums in response, knowing that it would come up sooner or later.

“Right now, I’m just happy to have a roof over my head. And I’m happy to help out your father when he’s unable to do the work himself.”

“He’s very thankful for that, and honestly so am I.”

Danny’s eyes fall onto your face as he waits for you to continue.

“We’ve been struggling quite a bit, with my job at the diner being the main source of income and from the few cattle we sell and trade for. But it’s been hard finding people to buy your livestock when they haven’t had a chance to properly graze or roam around in an open space. So the fact that you’re helping out, I’m sure he’ll give you a cut of the money.”

“I don’t care about the money. I never have. The way he explained how difficult it’s been, I’m just glad to help out any way I can, and again, for him to give me shelter, I don’t need anything else in return.”

Silence falls between you, but not like the silence from dinner the previous night. This feels comfortable, like neither of you have to say anything to fill the void. It was nice.

“My family lost our home,” he quietly says. Your head whips to him in confusion, he’s really going to tell you this now? After last night and how awkward it was?

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” He nods and looks down at his hands, fiddling with them awkwardly.

“My father left us when I was ten, and my mom struggled raising three kids on her own. But she never said anything. So just a couple months ago, she sat us down and told us she sold everything because she wasn’t able to pay for the house, the farm, the cattle, and feed all of us. I got angry, took my favorite horse before she was able to sell them, and left. I’ve been roaming around ever since, managing with the money that I had of mine from my job back in my town, and somehow made it this far.” You could tell he was feeling very vulnerable at the moment, and you really didn’t know how to respond.

“That must’ve been super hard to hear,” you murmur. Looking over, you see Danny’s hands shaking slightly, so you reach over and grab them in yours, to let him know everything would be okay.

He smiles affectionately at you and you do the same. His beautiful brown eyes shine in the sunlight, though shielded by the brim of his worn-down hat. A scarf adorned his neck, amongst three silver necklaces, resting perfectly against his exposed tanned chest.

He was definitely a sight to look at, and you could spend hours telling him how beautiful he is.

“It definitely wasn’t easy, but I’m finally starting to move past it, thanks to you and your father for takin’ me in.”

“So, you plan on staying for a while longer?” Danny chuckles lightly and knocks his knee into yours.

“Yes ma’am. Why? Don’t wanna see me go so soon?” His tone is lighthearted and you can tell that he’s joking, but your expression soon shuts his laughter down.

“We’ve had a few cattle drivers in the recent weeks before you showed up, that helped him, but when they realized there was no pay and not much else, they left. Didn’t even let my dad know. I really don’t want him going through that yet again, it’s why I haven’t been so…open to getting to know you because I was expecting you to just up and leave at some point.”

Danny’s hand falls to your thigh, softly rubbing the cloth of your pants.

“I’m not leaving, I promise. I have more than one reason to stay.” Smiling softly, you gaze into his eyes, and for a moment, they flicker down to his plump lips. Your mind doesn’t even register your actions and before you know it, you are kissing Danny as softly as ever, but just enough to let him know that if this isn’t okay, he can stop it at any moment.

But his reaction is something you were not hoping for. When you pull away, your eyes flutter open, and you were expecting Danny to reciprocate it. However, he instead rises to stand and mounts his horse, riding away as quickly as he can.

You sit there, dumbfounded, feeling so incredibly stupid for what you’ve done. You were now convinced you fucked everything up, specifically your father’s chance at having a herder. And you had no one else to blame but yourself.

You read into the signals Danny was merely sending you, you played too much into your little crush on him, and now he was probably gone for good because you once again, overstepped a boundary that you knew you most likely shouldn’t have crossed.

When you finally make it back home, you guide Sunshine into the stables and remove the saddle and everything, allowing her to relax. Though you notice Danny’s horse was not there, meaning he was still gone.

The rest of your day is spent alone, you make your own lunch, though leaving some left overs for Danny, whenever he returns, if he does.

Dinner was the same. A silent house, the only sound being the wind, making the wooden boards creak. Before you know it, the sun has set, and Danny has yet to return, or at least make his way into the house, as far as you know. Which also means the cattle are stuck out there for the night.

Retiring to your room for the night, you take out the book you have been reading and curl up under your covers. Though it’s not long before you hear the front door open and close. You knew it was Danny, but you didn’t really want to face him at the moment.

Unfortunately, he decided it was time to face what happened, because a few minutes later, there’s a knock on your door. Your heart beats out of your chest as you carefully bookmark and close your book, and stand to answer the door.

“Listen, Danny, I am so sorry for what happened earlier, please don’t let that get in the way of-” you are cut off by Danny’s soft lips crashing into yours. He practically knocks the wind out of you, making you gasp as he takes a hold of your face to keep you close.

You reciprocate the kiss with just as much fervor, holding onto his forearms to steady yourself.

“Mhm, Danny?” You mumble against his lips, breaking the kiss for a moment.

“Shh, I’m so sorry for how I reacted,” he coos, his voice low and sorrowful. “I was…I was terrified.”

“Why?” He sighs softly and takes a seat on your bed. You close your door and then sit as close as you can next to him, your legs pressed against one another’s.

“I was scared that…kissing you back could potentially ruin all of this.

“I’m sorry for kissing you,” you immediately reply. Danny can’t help the laugh that escapes him.

“Why are you sorry? I wanted to kiss you too, darlin’, but…I was scared about your father finding out.”

“He’s not gonna shoot ya for kissing me, you know.” Danny shakes his head and grabs your hand.

“That’s not it. I was worried about him kicking me out, firing me, or you know, not allowing me to be a driver for him anymore.”

“He’s desperate for help, he’s not gonna kick you out anytime soon, let alone for kissin’ me,” you let him know. “And besides, I’m sure he would love you taking me out, or just bein’ with me. He talks so highly of you and tells me what a wonderful man you are, I don’t think he’d mind, knowing his daughter is in good hands.”

Danny looks over at you with a fond smile on his lips. His eyes quickly avert to your lips, and he leans in ever so slowly.

You take this as a sign that he wants to kiss you again, so you lean in as well, meeting him halfway. Though this time, the kiss is filled with much more hunger, more lust than the previous.

Turning your bodies so you can face each other better, Danny grabs your neck to keep you close to him, his fingers gently massaging the muscles in the area.

You softly moan into his mouth before he stands and breaks the kiss.

“I don’t…I don’t wanna do this tonight,” he mumbles awkwardly. Embarrassment fills your body and you shrink back onto your bed, your face on fire at this point.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, but I wasn’t wanting that tonight either,” you try and reconcile, not wanting to ruin this moment. “It’s…it’s just that I’ve thought about kissing you ever since we first met, and I guess I got a little carried away.”

Danny chuckles lightly and sits back down next to you, taking a hold of your hand.

“I’ve thought about it too, sweetheart. You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen,” he quietly flirts, a certain gleam in his eyes.

“Would you…um, would you want to stay with me tonight?” You ask him, though you avoid eye contact with him, your eyes instead trained on your entwined hands. However, his free hand lifts up to your face and tilts your chin up so he could see you.

“I would love that. Let me shower first because I just got home, and I’ll be back as soon as I can. Don’t fall asleep on me.” He winks at you and kisses your cheek, then stands to walk out of your room.

You take this time to finish reading the chapter you were on, and before you know it, Danny returns to your room, dressed in a pair of long pajama pants and no shirt. A small grin pulls at your lips, and you try to hide it from Danny, but it’s no use.

“Like what you see, huh?” He teases, eliciting a giggle from you.

His hair was still slightly wet, not to the point where it was dripping, but you could see his curls already forming and framing his face. He lays beside you after you set your book down, though you keep your bedside light on for the time being.

“Have I told you how pretty I think your nose is?” You tell him, reaching up to drag your finger down the bridge of his nose. He chuckles and watches you focus on his features.

“You haven’t, but thank you, darlin’. And your little nose is just as cute.” He taps your nose gently, making you scrunch it up in response.

You snuggle up into his side and his hand falls onto your back. Gently and almost like he was asking for permission, his hand slides under your nightshirt to feel your skin. When you don’t push him away or question it, he figures that he is okay to continue, so his touch gets a little more heavy, but in a relaxing way.

His touch was enough to put you to sleep, and the way his calloused fingers felt so rough yet so tender against you, it was a feeling you would never grow tired of.

“So, what do we tell your dad if he finds out?” Danny wonders after a few minutes of comfortable silence. You hum and shake your head, eyes fluttering shut as you start to lose consciousness. Your hand mindlessly traces along his bare chest, taking in the soft, warm skin beneath your fingertips, drawing shapes and patterns onto the area.

Gazing up, you find him staring down at you, adoration filling his eyes. He grabs your hand and brings it up to his lips, pressing light kisses to your fingertips and knuckles.

“Let’s cross that bridge when it comes,” you say. He nods and snuggles you closer to him, laying down with you and pulling you into his arms as you finally drift off to sleep.

The next morning, you wake up, your face pressed against Danny’s chest, and his arms tightly around you. Smiling to yourself, you could tell Danny was still asleep by the way his shallow and even breaths fanned out against your hair.

You didn’t want to move from your position, but seeing the clock on the wall, you knew it was time for him to get up and herd the cattle out. So, you kiss his neck, hoping to wake him up. Sure enough, it works and he groans, stirring at the feeling.

“Well that’s a way to wake up,” he jokes. You laugh and sit up, looking down at his sleepy figure.

“You should get up and go do what you’re here for.”

“Waking up to and kissing the pretty daughter of the farmer I work for?” He jokes, leaning down to quickly peck your lips. Smacking his chest, he laughs and sits up, falling away from his body, which you miss instantly.

“Come out with me again?” He asks, caressing your cheek with his hand. You fall into his touch, shutting your eyes for a moment to relish in the feel of his hand before nodding in agreement.

After making breakfast together, you sit and enjoy some coffee before heading out to the stables to do the same as yesterday.

You follow him out on horseback, keeping your distance as he lets the cattle into the open field. He finishes and heads back inside to rest for a little while you start on lunch.

“Wanna head out to the spot we went to the other day?” Danny wonders, coming up behind you with his hands on your hips. Chuckling, you nod and quickly made the lunch to go, so you could enjoy it out there.

Danny has different a different idea to get out there. Instead of taking your own horse, he has you ride with him, in front of him of course, so he could hold you against his chest. The entire ride down the trail is spent with him singing some tune in your ear and running his thumbs along your forearms.

Reaching the tree, he hops off then helps you down. And for the rest of the afternoon, after you enjoy your lunch, you lay adjacent to him with your head in his lap, his hands playing with your hair as you talk about your lives, getting to know one another for the first time.

Kisses are shared as well as stories that you’ve never told anyone else. You have no clue why you feel so comfortable around Danny now, but his presence makes you feel safe. He tells you all about growing up on a farm, and you are able to bond over similar events you have dealt with.

You head back a little bit before dinner, which Danny offers to make after he herds the cattle into the barn for the night.

“Come with me,” Danny stands after finishing dinner, holding his hand out for you to take. Cautiously, you place your hand in his and he brings you out of the house, pausing and telling you to stay on the porch.

He quickly runs to the stables and retrieves his horse, riding over to you once he has her. Like earlier, he helps you up onto the saddle and gets on himself after. He kicks his heels and the horse takes off through the gates where the cattle grazes and up to the top of the hill.

It’s a place you’ve spent many days, the view absolutely incredible, the wide open space of the west, rolling plains and deserts for miles upon miles. However tonight, the sunset was unbelievable.

The clouds made the sky very dimensional, and the colors were indescribable. Oranges mixed with pinks and reds, and part of the sky that was already turning blue was thrown in as well, some of it appearing purple.

“Wow,” you breathe out. You’ve seen sunsets on this hill many times, but this one was out of this world. Danny glances over at you and smiles, admiring the way the light bathes you in such a way.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful,” he says. You nod, still staring at the scene in front of you.

“It’s heavenly,” you reply. Danny doesn’t say anything else, catching your attention. You quickly avert your gaze to him and that’s when you realize that he is staring at you.

“It is,” he whispers. Your cheeks heat up as Danny’s hands grab your hips and he faces you fully. You reach up and tilt his hat away from his face so that the dimming sunlight catches his features as well. A smile stretches across your lips when you take in his astonishing brown eyes.

“Were-were you talking about the sunset?” You ask. Danny chuckles and leans down, his nose rubbing your cheek in such a tender way, it makes your heart flutter. He trails a line to your ear, where he presses a light kiss to the shell of it, before whispering into it.

“It is a sight, but I wasn’t talking about that,” he whispers, making his way back to your face. His eyes remain closed and he moves to kiss you, as sweetly as ever.

Your hands tangle in his curls that weren’t covered by his hat, a soft moan bubbling in your throat. Kissing Danny was addicting, and you hoped that he would stay with you for at least the near future; you couldn’t get enough of him.

Neither of you were expecting your father to be back around this time, but he arrived onto the property and got out of the towncar carefully. He takes a quick glance at the sunset, but something catches his eye. He sees the silhouettes of the two of you, kissing, completely caught up in your own world.

He tries not to watch, out of respect for your privacy, but a sense of pride and love washes over him. Danny proved himself to be a good man, and you had struggled to find that all your life. He can’t help the grin that tugs at his lips, knowing that you’re in good hands.

Once the sun has set, you and Danny spend just a little bit longer on the hill together before deciding to ride back, when it finally started to get chilly.

As soon as you step foot in the house, you see your dad sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on a glass of iced tea, waiting for your return. His presence makes you and Danny freeze. Danny awkwardly removes his hat, almost as if he feels like he doesn’t deserve to wear it anymore.

“Where’ve you two been?” He asks, crossing his arms. Though his expression holds a knowing look. Gulping, your eyes drop down to the floor. “Enjoying the sunset?”

“Dad, it’s-”

“Sir, it was me. She ain’t in the wrong, I fell for her and I know I shouldn’t ‘ave, but-”

“Young man, I was gonna say I give y’all my blessing,” your father cuts him off. Your head shoots up, your eyes wide in shock.

“What?” Your dad finally breaks his hard exterior and smiles widely. He gets up and makes his way over to the two of you.

“Danny, you’re a good kid. I hav’nt seen a man like you for quite some time. I know you’re good for my daughter. I was wonderin’ when it would happen anyways!” He teases, hugging you tightly before moving to shake Danny’s hand.

Danny was still so taken aback that he really didn’t register what happened until your dad was out of the room and walking towards the back porch, where he has been going to clear his mind most nights recently.

“Hey, you okay?” You pat Danny’s chest. He lets out the breath that he had been holding, which turns into laughter.

“I guess that bridge was easy to cross,” he says. You laugh with him and step closer to him, curling into his side.

“See, I told you you had nothing to worry about.”

Danny’s arms wrap around your body as his head nods against yours.

“You’re always right, aren’t you?” He smirks, leaning down to kiss you. You happily hum against his lips, eyes fluttering closed as you melt into his touch.

“Mhm. I am. And I think I’m going to be right about you staying with me again tonight?” Danny raises his eyebrow and tightens his grip on your waist, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Oh you are. But it ain’t gonna be innocent.”

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waitmyturtles · 7 months

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Absolute Zero, episode 1 RANDOM THOUGHTS (more like FEELS and SQUEALS and HAPPY PIPS, here we go):

1) New Siwaj's latest prestige BL. Man, we've had some dips from him lately. I FAST-fast-forwarded through Between Us to get to the DeanPharm bits, and listen, I shoulda just listened to my friends (insert the Bugs Bunny "NO" gif here). And I have a pathetic love for Double Savage, a show that New Siwaj screenwrote and that aired earlier this year, for its POTENTIAL to tell an intergenerational familial trauma story headed by OhmPerth, but lord, it was a mess. At the same time, I have been impaled with a thirsty obsession over my watch and rewatch of New's Until We Meet Again, so with New going high for this latest show -- I have BIG expectations.

2) @bengiyo and @twig-tea (here and here) covered a TON of what I am thinking (and apologies to friends if you wrote AZ things yesterday and I missed them -- like @bengiyo, I would love to be tagged in your meta to track thoughts on this show!) (I think @troubled-mind is getting into this one, maybe we already have a little AZ squad going!). Further apologies and big ups to Ben and Twig if I repeat anything you say! Which I will, right now, repeating Ben's words:

3) FUCK if I didn't feel some nostalgia hearing Boy Sompob's voice again. I really do feel like this means that New is THROWING. DOWN. The music in this show is already fantastic. The music was SO IMPORTANT to the storytelling in UWMA, and I'm glad we're leading with it again here.

4) I am VERY PLEASED to see Mix Wanut (young Suansoon) holding down as a lead. We didn't see him too much as Don in UWMA, but: I thought his timing and comedy was particularly notable in UWMA (when Don was able to lighten up a bit near Dean, I thought it was really great).

5) Speaking of the actors. I'd like everyone to know (poor @neuroticbookworm and @lurkingshan have already heard me yelp on this). Teng Kanist, who plays the older Suansoon. He was fabulous as Nat in Gay OK Bangkok. Nat was a contradictory character, but let me be honest -- I felt a little symp for Nat because I like Teng's face. I admit it, I'm weak and transparent for dudes.

BUT: we all need to know that Teng Kanist IS ALSO A REAL-LIFE PASTRY CHEF who also GOES TO THE GYM. Therefore, we have a perfect man (for me lol) in our midst. Just need everyone to know! Croissants and abs and sets. SOLD!

6) Ahem, where was I. As an #old, seeing middle-aged dudes in a drama is what I need. I like that Absolute Zero is going to do this for us: to juxtapose the expected BL school scenes with two real adults in real adult settings. I love this. And I love that I know we are going to get more elders next week in What Did You Eat Yesterday?, and elder-ishes very soon in Cherry Magic Thailand and Cooking Crush. We need to age-diversify this field, and New is leading this season.

7) I love how fast we needed to get to young Suansoon and young Ongsa getting together. From the MDL description of the show, it looks like Absolute Zero may have a similar structure to UWMA. UWMA was like a three-part series: the first part being Dean and Pharm getting together; the second being their discovering their spiritual pasts through their shared inherited memories and meeting their families; and the third being the conclusion with their resolving Korn and Intouch's forced separation at death.

If Absolute Zero follows a similar structure in a shorter episode span (right now, MDL shows AZ having 12 episodes, as compared to UWMA's 17 episodes), then I understand AZ needing to be a bit chop-chop about the romance. But I felt that this episode was still perfectly paced, and yes -- dropping the faen in the first episode could seem a touch fast, but I felt that we had convincingly spent intentional time with Suansoon's loneliness to understand why he would have said yes to Ongsa. (And, anyway -- of course, we needed to know that they got together, because we time-jumped to their loving adult relationship.)

And I loved young Ongsa's approach. A guy looking and chasing after his crush. The romance of buying tickets to a movie, hoping the guy he likes will show up. Giving Suansoon a birthday bracelet at the movie. Holding Suansoon's hand and asking him the big question.

Man.... ahhhh. What I loved about that bracelet scene is that -- the gift of that bracelet did a lot of the communicating from Ongsa to Suansoon without words. Suansoon was clearly touched and moved. The loss of his parents shakes him, but he clearly got a lovely moment of connection from that gift. Mix acted that part beautifully.

8) The Love of Siam. What can I fucking say. I haven't seen My Only 12%, where I know New makes another significant reference to LoS there. But, just. I'm very glad @bengiyo insisted on LoS being the start of the Old GMMTV Challenge, in part because of the references to LoS in other Thai BLs over the course of the genre's short history, but also -- the tragedy of that movie communicates SO MUCH when it is present as a reference in another piece. Just like the bracelet communicates so much by way of love. I love that we got to see the pre-ending credits quote. I love that New's communicating to us through this brilliant movie.

I am sure I can find more to gush on, but let me stop here, because this got longer than I expected. I can't manage a full load of dramas, so I'll likely be dropping my thirst-watch of Dangerous Romance to accommodate AZ and WDYEY. Just like I am praying for Tee Bundit to not drop the ball on I Feel You Linger in the Air -- let us hope New can also keep the juggle up on AZ. He started this out STRONG. I HAVE HIGH HOPES.

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todderwodders · 10 days

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WIP WEDNESDAY

I didn't miss it bc I haven't gone to bed yet

“Madam,” Oskar Fevras, rising man in the world, says to the Pictone Rose, a woman whose station has been set in stone by marriage to a lord.

“Do us both a favor and eat enough cadmium to keel over before referring to me as anything but ‘Lady Gortash’,” says the Rose, who is wearing such … simple things today. An overflowing tunic and skirt, silk and cream colored, what must be her husband's own sash tied around her waist in a cord that emphasizes the … open nature of her bosom. Her bare feet are kicked up on a stool stapled with velvet, a plush red to complement the soft white-blue of the soles. She has not even put the small book in her thin little hands down once, has not even looked up from its pages.

The Rose would look lovely like this - reposed, her curling horns polished lovingly with shea and oil - if only she were a year or two younger and perhaps less round in the belly.

“Of course, Lady,” he says. It is enough to make her pause mid turning of the page, eyes flicking up. Gone is her sharp smile, gone is anything related to her lovely, dew fingered charm. She snaps the book shut, tosses it to the side as if it is not the most recent edition of Volo’s Guide and a valuable treasure to most. Oskar knows because his Lady has wanted her own volume, and complained sorely when she sent the house boy to find it and he had come back that very evening empty handed, having walked to every bookstore within the Upper City and being informed of the same thing: I'm sorry, little sir, but it's been sold out.

The Rose stretches. Motherhood has robbed her of her willow frame, made her broader as she sits straight and pivots her once slight waist just so. She seems stronger now, not simply flabby, as most girls do when they become mothers. He can see chords of muscle as she cracked her knuckles with a jeweled thumb, her wedding band gold and red jeweled in the sunlight.

She does not stand, instead reclining back so she may study him, a hand pressed to her chin. The girlish flower pink of her stained horns and matching tattoo is gone now, made as red as her marriage ruby. Her eyes are hard on him, as if unsure what to make of him before her mouth tugs ever do slightly downward.

Dare he say it, Oskar considers that the madam may have missed him.

“Lady Gortash,” she says, checking over her immaculate nails - they lacquered a soft green.

“Lady?” He asks, suddenly feeling something inside of him squirm in discomfort. “I'm sorry?”

“My full title, Fevras,” The Rose says, sliding her hair over one shoulder. “I am a wife now.”

“Lady… Gortash.” He repeats. He remembers himself a little, thinks of his position and her own.

“Enver will be done with his meeting soon,” she says, “you'll be painting in this room-” the western facing parlor, with wide windows facing the white sails that clutter Gray Harbor. “And you will be done by dinner each day. No wine–”

Oskar feels his eyebrows arch.

“No smoking–”

Well that was fine, he abhors the habit, even if it is inescapable.

“No loitering with the staff.”

He thinks of the whirl of fine young faces that passed him as he had been shown through the estate and feels himself sour. Oskar had not expected that.

“I expect you here just after lunch, which is typically around noon but sometimes may edge past that hour, give or take. If time runs over you may feel free to dine with us, but I'd rather you didn’t. I know how inept you are when it comes to remembering your light sources so you may as well forget coming in the morning to attempt to play catch up if you fall behind schedule. I won't feed you at all and you will have to wait anyways, Enver has already moved several important meetings and one inventory assessment for you and they all begin at sunrise now.”

“Well Lady,” he begins, sees his error on her pinching face as she begins to rise from her seat, and adds: “Gortash, I might always paint you in the morning, if you'd like. I never did send a wedding gift.”

“Lady Jannath sent me a lovely ermine wrap,” she responds immediately.

Ermine. Ermine.

“That is very gracious of her.”

“Your patron is a very good lady.”

“That she is.”

#my writing #tavtash #faltash #enver gortash #oskar fevras

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Emily Isekai Momence: ButaReba

That's right, we're dusting off my short-lived series of reviews to talk about this show. Whether or not I do more in the future remains to be seen, but for now we're pulling out all the stops. For some shows I've tried to maintain a semblance of respect for spoilers, but that will not be the case here. Because I do not think any of you should watch this, though not for the reasons you're expecting. But to clarify, there will be extensive spoilers in this review! I don't expect that to matter to most of you. It's pretty long, so it's going under the cut. Content warning for mentions of sexual assault.

ButaReba, AKA Heat the Pig Liver, AKA The Story of a Man Turned into a Pig, is a show about a biology student in college passing out in a fit of food poisoning from eating raw pig liver and waking up to find that he has been turned into a pig in another world. He is given no name, so I will refer to him as Pig or Mr. Pig, depending on how charitable I am feeling toward him at the time. Maybe Pig-san if I'm feeling silly. Buta-san. I can still hear her voice...

Anyway, Mr. Pig is noticed and rescued from the pig pen by a young girl named Jess. Jess is a member of a slave race known as Yethma. And already that's a whole can of worms, so let's open it right up. Yethmas can read minds and communicate telepathically. Yethmas are sent from the capital city at age 8 with no memory of their past and live in servitude until age 16, when they are required by law to return to the capital. Yethmas are exclusively women. Yethmas wear a metal collar that can't be destroyed or opened. These collars are extremely valuable due to the magic they contain, so hunting Yethmas is a lucrative industry if you've got the stomach for it. Yethmas' bodies also contain magic power, so their organs can be sold for a high price. It is illegal for Yethmas to ride in vehicles. It is illegal to have sex with Yethmas. Magic in this world is performed through the use of special crystals with properties determined by their colour, and Yethmas are the only people who can use Black crystals to perform Miracles. That, I believe, is all the information about Yethmas we need right now.

Jess herself is a kind and demure girl, eager to serve. Due to her telepathy, she is able to hear Mr. Pig's thoughts and communicate with him. Naturally, since this is a fetish show, his thoughts are constantly horny about her, and she would be perfectly willing to give it an 18+ rating if not for the fact that he thinks its hotter if she refuses to go along with his horny fantasies and treats him like a pig (as used to describe otaku, rather than the animal). They come to an agreement where Jess will ignore any thoughts from Mr. Pig that aren't in a specific Voice, so they can communicate effectively instead of getting distracted by his constant stream of horny commentary. Thank god.

Jess turns 16 in a few days and is set to begin her journey to the capital. She tells Mr. Pig that the King is, according to rumour, a member of the last family of sorcerers, and can probably use magic to send him back to Earth, so he should come along with her. Mr. Pig agrees. After killing a Yethma hunter in Jess's boss's warehouse, they set out. Let's back up a moment.

Before they leave, Mr. Pig runs into what I shall refer to from hereon in as a Wretched Beast. These are horrible creatures reminiscent of ostriches with the heads of serpents. They keep me up at night if I think about them too much. I hate them. But Jess assures Mr. Pig that they are not dangerous! They don't do much of anything. They just sit around and stare vacantly. In recent years, they've been considered a good luck charm, or an ill omen, depending on who you ask. Wretched Beasts are, biologically speaking, relatively new life. They did not exist before the great Sorcerer Wars many years ago, when the world was overrun by sorcerer families killing each other in hopes of ruling the world. There are no sorcerers now except, presumably, the royal family. But this cannot be confirmed, because nobody's ever returned from the capital. The capital is, apparently, located on top of a massive earthen spire reaching up beyond the clouds. You can see the spire from Jess's house!

The first couple of episodes are about what you'd expect. Mr. Pig is a horny college boy, Jess is an indulgent doormat (according to her, his thoughts are much kinder than those of everyone else more used to the existence of a slave race), and Mr. Pig proves himself to be a resourceful companion. Despite being constantly horny, he's intelligent and able to think up solutions to problems pretty well despite having no real power. Overall, though, it's a vile premise in a vile setting. But unlike every other isekai where slavery is prevalent, ButaReba spends the rest of its episodes (episode 12 excepted, for reasons we'll discuss) digging into its own setting, deconstructing it, and examining it through an unexpectedly respectful lens. Even the horny jokes decrease significantly over time.

The first stop on their journey is a small village, where Mr. Pig and Jess stop at a tavern. Mr. Pig is horrified to see that the tavern has a Yethma collar displayed prominently on the wall, but Jess explains that this is counterintuitively a sign of safe haven for Yethmas on their journey to the capital. Yethma collars separated from their owners are sensitive to negative feelings towards Yethmas and will corrode quickly, so a collar as shiny as the one displayed here means the owners and clientele won't hurt Jess. It's tradition to display the collar of a Yethma you cared about if she is killed and you can manage to recover it, which is why they have one here. The owner explains that they used to have a Yethma who turned 16 and refused to take the journey, choosing instead to live her life in a nearby convent for Yethmas in similar circumstances. She lived to be around 20 before the convent was attacked by Yethma hunters who burnt the stone building fully to the ground before torturing and beheading her to get at her valuable collar. The bandits were then attacked by Local Swordsman whose name I've quite forgotten and don't plan to look up. Local Swordsman was in love with the 20 year old Yethma, so he slew as many of the bandits as he could and recovered her collar for her previous owners. The bandit leader escaped, and Local Swordsman returned to town with the collar, her bones, and an eternal grudge against both the bandit leader and the Wretched Beasts, who had been present around the convent in massive numbers. He used her bones to make swords, but that's not important to the plot.

Mr. Pig, upon meeting Local Swordsman, convinces him to come along on their journey because he can fight, something neither Mr. Pig nor Jess can do. The group then proceeds to their next destination, a larger town.

While in the larger town, Jess hears a telepathic message from another Yethma in the middle of the night. A repeated, chillingly dispassionate plea for help. Unable to ignore this, the group try to follow it to its source, despite Local Swordsman's warnings that it might be a trap. Yethma hunters may have captured her and forced her to send out the warning to draw in more Yethmas. But they follow it to a church on the outskirts of town, where the suspicious behaviour of the priest there convinces the group that they're at the right place. After subduing the priest and his accomplice thanks to Mr. Pig's planning, they enter the basement to discover a horrible dungeon, the walls of which are lined with glass jars containing organs and the cells of which are coated in blood. In the very back, they find the Yethma who was sending out the message and offer to take her with them. The group sets off in the morning with her. Pig remarks on the fact that she's got bigger tits than Jess.

I don't remember her name either, but I feel like it would be cruel not to look it up. Blaise. Blaise is a quiet girl. She's more reserved than Jess. She wears an oversized traveling robe. She doesn't eat much. She was also on her journey to the capital when she was captured by the priest. She didn't expect anyone to answer her call. At that point it had become more of a prayer than anything else, a mantra to repeat to comfort herself. Soon enough, they make it to an inn right on the edge of the forest surrounding the capital spire. This is the last safe haven on their journey, as the woods are notoriously full of Yethma hunters. All Yethmas must pass through the woods, after all.

That night, Blaise asks to speak to Mr. Pig alone outside. He reveals that he is a human from another world, and Blaise reveals that she isn't going to make it to the capital. By the time they rescued her, the priest had already removed several of her organs, so the fact that she was able to even travel this far was a miracle of sorts. She's accepted her imminent death, and tells Mr. Pig that if it would help Jess make it to the capital, she would gladly serve as a decoy in a final act of heroism. Blaise laments the sexism she's faced in this world. As a well-endowed slave, she's been assaulted many times, always with the excuse of "it's your fault for having such a slutty body." Mr. Pig tells her that's bullshit, and it's not her fault. She asks him if the world he comes from is kinder. If she'd been born in his world, would she have to curse the body she'd been born with? Mr. Pig recognizes shamefully that Earth isn't perfect in this regard, but it is better than this world, so he promises her that such terrible things wouldn't have happened to her. She prays that she is born there in her next life. She also tells Mr. Pig of a rumour she heard that in order to get into the city, you have to ask the King. But she doesn't know what that means or how to do it.

I like Blaise. I wouldn't say this is a perfect scene, but the fact that they address and call out the violent misogyny, and that Mr. Pig mourns the fact that Earth isn't as good as it should be, was unexpected and sweet and at the very least not poorly handled. I'd defend this scene. I like Blaise.

The next day, they venture into the forest, where they are immediately confronted by Bandit Leader, archenemy of Local Swordsman, and his Merry Men. They are of course here to hunt Yethmas, and they'd heard Jess would be coming through (Bandit Leader was the one who'd ordered the Yethma hunter to hunt her in the beginning when they killed the guy in the warehouse, so he'd been keeping tabs on her). The show's been suffering from budget issues, so the animation in this episode is. Lackluster, we'll say. Or just "bad". They fight, though it's mostly Local Swordsman and his Big Dog against all the Merry Men. Blaise pretends to be Jess, and Local Swordsman (thanks to Mr. Pig's planning) creates an opening for the real Jess and Mr. Pig to escape and try to make it to the spire while he holds them off. Blaise does not survive this.

The forest, by the way, is full of Wretched Beasts. Wretched Beasts, in fact, have been present and shown throughout the whole journey. Always just off to the side of the road, staring at Mr. Pig and Jess. I hate them, still. Mr. Pig and Jess reach the earthen spire, and there's no way to get in. No stairs, no door, no nothing. They circle it and find nothing. Then they're attacked by Yethma hunters again. After driving them off thanks to Mr. Pig's planning, he finally pieces it together. And I honestly appreciate the way this was done. Often, solving puzzles in anime feels empty. Like they just Figured It Out I Guess. You know? But here, they use established information. Mr. Pig was studying biology, so he begins to question how a creature like the Wretched Beast could exist. The fauna in this world is by and large the same as on Earth, with the only difference being the existence of Wretched Beasts, which don't disturb the ecological balance in any way. They don't seem to do anything, either. They don't attack, they don't hunt, they don't graze. They've just been watching him and Jess, and showed up after the sorcerer war. What if they were created by the royal family, the last remaining sorcerers? And what if they were created to watch Yethmas? That would explain why there were so many at the convent.

But why? Well, Yethmas come from the capital. They're telepathic. They're the only people who can create Miracles. What if Yethmas are sorcerers, sent as slaves into the world for unknown purposes with collars to suppress their powers, and forced to return to the capital to prevent them from being sorcerous in the rest of the kingdom? It could also explain how the convent was so thoroughly burnt, if the sorcerer royal family was watching and used fire magic to destroy it. And in order to talk to the royal family, you'd just have to use the Wretched Beasts, right?

So Jess tries it, and a door in the spire opens, allowing them to climb the stairs upwards safely. They're welcomed warmly by a receptionist who prepares a bath and a room for them, and at this point it's almost not completely fucking weird that there's romantic tension between a girl and a pig. Jess and Mr. Pig are granted an audience with the king, his wife, and his son, where the king explains that Mr. Pig's deductions were mostly correct. Sorcerers were far too powerful, so after winning the war, his family had them all executed. In order to prevent sorcerers from becoming too numerous, all male sorcerer children are executed at birth, and all females are raised to be Yethmas. This keeps their numbers low, as very few Yethmas survive the journey back to the capital. This is also why it's illegal to have sex with Yethmas. Mr. Pig tells the king this is cruel and there has to be a better way, but the king smugly announces that he has no plans to change the system. He invites Jess to join the royal family, an offer I presume is extended to any Yethma who returns to the capital, and I presume results in her becoming a wife destined to give birth to sorcerer children directly into the child meat grinder forever. She does not seem excited by this prospect. The king also reveals that Mr. Pig's body on Earth is still alive, and all he has to do to go back is die. He does not seem excited by this prospect. The king gives them time to consider their options, and.....

That was it. The show's budget issues caused the last episode to be pushed back a couple of months, so I was left waiting with surprisingly bated breath. I'd expected absolutely nothing from this show except horny jokes and uncomfortable moments, but it managed over the course of about 9 episodes to completely turn me around. I'd broken my rule of "Never Judge an Isekai by its Premise", and ButaReba had sucker punched me for it. An isekai so willing to engage with the horrible implications of its premise and setting? Somehow capable of creating poignant and powerful moments despite EVERYTHING about it? This was something special. How is the resourceful and cunning Mr. Pig going to overthrow the despicable Yethma system and create a better world with Jess in only one episode? Sure, maybe it'll be rushed, but that doesn't mean it can't be satisfying. I'll forgive a bit of rush in the face of the the way the rest of the show had gone. Plus the budget issues, I'm willing to look past a lot to call it a satisfying end. And so I waited.

The last episode finally airs. Jess admits she'd used a Miracle to bring Mr. Pig to this world because she was afraid of taking the journey by herself. Mr. Pig and Jess admit that they love each other. Jess insists that Mr. Pig go back to Earth and be happy. Mr. Pig insists that Jess join the royal family and be happy. Mr. Pig would not be happy on Earth. Jess would not be happy in the royal family. They both admit this to each other. They admit that what they both truly want is to be together. They both willingly go to see the king so Mr. Pig can be killed and go back to Earth and Jess can join the royal family. Jess holds Mr. Pig and they cry together as the king executes him, sending him back to Earth, and then she joins the royal family.

On Earth, Mr. Pig wakes in the hospital (depressed) and writes a light novel about his experiences in the other world. He is depressed. He gets a message from people who read his book and want to meet up. He doesn't listen closely (depressed) as they talk about how they ALSO went to that world, and how shit has gone south, and how they figured out how to send someone back there. They send Mr. Pig back there, and he for some reason inhabits another pig at Jess's old house's pigpen instead of being human. The end.

I have never been more disappointed in my life.

Gay Ass Weeb Shit Score:

Gay: 0. There is no gay.

Ass: 3. There is SHOCKINGLY little fanservice in this show, as far as I can remember.

Weeb: 4. The otaku pig fetish the story is based on is pretty weeb, but thats about it.

Shit: 6. I wouldve given it a solid 9 if the ending had been good.

Slavery: Yes.

Shinzo Abe Propaganda: No.

#emily isekai momence #butareba

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2:12:08 (raphael x tav pt 7)

Tw: Panic attack, oral sex. Raphael is his own warning.

By the time Raphael let her return, Wyll was finally awake, and she brought him his soup with a smile. Cald stood on the other side of the room watching--not wanting to intrude too much but obviously burning with curiosity.

everything is FINE

"Finally awake," she said, "I'm sorry I put a sleeping spell on you, but it was the best way to ensure you recovered properly. Do you feel alright now?"

Cald went and got his own bowl, then quickly returned. Wyll took the soup and started eating, answering in between bites.

"Well enough...better than I have in quite some time, in fact. I knew I needed to tend that wound, but...I kept thinking I was fine."

"Until you weren't." Tav gave a slight smile. Wyll was, for certain, not the one that remembered, then. He'd been feverish before, she could excuse him not realizing then. But now he was awake and well...there was no reason he shouldn't be realizing--if he WAS the one.

Or...maybe Raphael was simply fucking with her. Maybe, she thought, Cazador didn't remember either...maybe no one but the two of them did, and she'd sold away her body and time for nothing--

Deep breath.

"Your wound is cleaned and healed now, and you should be well."

"I wish I could--"

"There's no need to worry about payment, all of what I treated you with can either be regrown or regained in time. The swamp is a bounty of herbs, and as for my magic...well...my god ensures I am capable enough to aid anyone."

"I was actually planning to ask if you had seen someone, but you've already done so much."

"Who are you looking for?"

"A tiefling named Karlach," Wyll replied, "I keep hearing that she's been seen around here...and, well...I ended up crossing paths with a Gur who'd had a few too many."

"I wonder if he was looking for anyone...I don't know why you'd be looking HERE, of course, there's nothing much here."

"Nothing?" Cald asked, "There's us."

"The boy's right," Wyll replied, "You're alone here and you're a follower of Ilmater. If anything you're the person the monster would probably go for. Those Paladins of Tyr--"

"They're not paladins," Tav said automatically, and when she saw Wyll cock an eyebrow she added a little white lie, "In my line of work you learn the fakes, and those men are no more paladins of Tyr than I am. They're...servants of Zariel."

Wyll couldn't seem to find words.

"They were here some time ago, asking about Karlach," Tav went on with the lie, raising a hand to silence Cald when he looked like he'd say something, "And they thought I might be hiding her...I wasn't, of course. They were...well, they won't be back, if they know what's good for them. So if you meet those two fools again, just remember what I've said."

There was a pause.

"And try to remember that someone who has gained freedom from a master may not be the same now as before."

"Would you hide her, should she come to you?"

"If she causes no trouble to me or mine, then yes," Tav replied. She gave a slight smile. "Ilmater instructs us to help all who ask it of us, not merely those most would find deserving. I've even healed a few wargs and goblins."

"But she's a servant of Zariel herself."

"And no less deserving of care than you," she replied, "I have heard whispers of her...she is hurting no one, from what's going around."

"Yet you've heard nothing of where she is?"

"No," Tav replied. "Now please do me a favor and finish your soup. I'd rather not have you fall ill from not eating."

She moved off and whispered to Cald to play along with the lie, but then said he was free to question the man once he'd finished eat, as he looked like he was feeling well.

And when the boy approached him, Wyll perked up.

From the other end of the room, Tav couldn't help but smile.

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Wyll stayed through lunch since Cald didn't seem to want to stop talking to him, and then dinner--and naturally, Tav jokingly thought to herself, the sky opened up and let loose a torrent of rain.

"It looks like you're staying the night," she said, giving a slight smile. "I'm sure the famous Blade of Frontiers would prefer a better bed, but..."

"I sleep in tents most of the time," Wyll replied. "It's been nice to be in a bed again."

"If you've gold to spare I could sell you a quilt to make the tents easier to bear," Tav replied. "But--"

A sudden touch on her shoulder, then a stroke over her abdomen.

"I--pardon me, I need to...check on my mushrooms down below. The--heavy rains tend to make the waterfall a bit...overenthusiastic..."

"If you need any help--"

"No. No, it's fine, you can..." Tav turned her back to him just in time to avoid him seeing the wince that came next. Haarlep was stroking lower, and all she could think was that she couldn't let Wyll see her face.

He might understand having a patron but she still didn't want him knowing.

She practically ran through the fireplace, and was incredibly glad the next touch waited until she was on the other side to happen. Then there was groping, and stroking further down--

It's never going to stop.

The thought struck her hard, when the feeling of fingers slipping into her cunt echoed through her body.

Even when you've paid him off, this will go on.

A stroke a bit higher, a thrust of fingers a bit deeper. She squirmed, her hips automatically moved, jerked, when the next touch was deeper.

It was too much and not enough at once.

Her heart was racing a moment later; panic and pleasure tied themselves into a knot. It was humiliating, it was--

It's never going to stop

Sitting down didn't help at all. Despite the pleasure rising in her gut, she couldn't relax. From nowhere it seemed her breathing was getting harder, her chest aching, lungs burning...

Raphael's face above her.

When had he shown up?

"Not now," she managed to grate out, hardly looking at him. "I can't--I can't breathe--"

A hand at her shoulder, a whisper in her ear, and suddenly the rushing river of utter panic was gone. The sting of humiliation from being so touched by Haarlep remained, but at least she didn't feel as though she were running away from something while being rooted to the spot.

She let herself be held against his shoulder. He'd ask for it anyway if she didn't, it was easier just to let him do it.

"Poor little mouse," Raphael's voice came in a purr, "Not doing as well as you thought you were, hmm?"

"I--can--" She wanted to say she could handle it on her own, but her voice choked itself rather than be party to the lie.

"Perhaps if you would stop being so stubborn, things wouldn't have gotten to this point. But you struggle and fight...for what, really?"

Tav couldn't find the words. Her mouth opened and closed uselessly, the words in her mind refusing to speak themselves.

Because you're an evil piece of shit and I don't want the world to suffer under you.

I can handle this. I can handle this. I just need to wait.

"Now, now, dry the tears. You can hardly be the hero of Baldur's Gate if you're a sobbing mess."

Where had the tears come from?

Tav didn't remember starting to cry, or...

Deep breath.

"Take a deep breath and remember that I am here. Shut off your mind, simply obey, and all will be well."

Raphael's words were a soothing balm to her still aching head. But there was one lingering concern--

"I have--someone in the house--"

"They're not going to be a problem."

This was not the submission she'd enjoyed with Gortash, eager and waiting for the pleasure that always followed. This was the submission of exhaustion, of being too tired to go on, and she couldn't make herself like it even if she wanted to.

"On your knees, my pet."

Tav's body automatically obeyed, and she reached up to unbutton Raphael's trousers without him saying another word. There was no need to ask what he wanted when she was in this position--it was always the same. It was predictable, something she could not fail at.

He was already half-hard, and it only took a few strokes of her hand to complete the process. She lowered her head to take him into her mouth and heard a slight hiss from overhead. One of his hands moved to the back of her head, and stayed there as she started to bob over him. Haarlep's work went on below, and her hips rolled against nothing. The pleasure rose...

"There we are...very good, my little mouse. You see, don't you?"

She could say nothing, and she knew he didn't really want an answer anyway. Raphael never did when she was on her knees...he simply wanted to talk at her. She moved back, caressing the head of his cock with her tongue and stroking the rest of him with her hand.

"All you need to do is take your place, and all those pesky little problems will go away. No more fear over petty vampire lords and what they might do to you or yours. The tadpole? A thing of the past. Anything that would attack you would find itself in a world of pain. Because you are mine...and anyone attempting to take what is mine will find themselves cursing the day they dared to do it."

Tav was about to move down, and groaned when he pulled her back and off of him.

"Give me the Crown of Karsus, my pet," his voice softened and soothed, "And you need never worry again."

Before Tav could respond he pushed her head back down, and began to thrust against her head. She let herself relax, let him do as he wished, riding against her face. She zoned out, until all that remained was Raphael. His voice filling her ears, his hand gripping her hair, his cock in her mouth.

"Give me the Crown of Karsus, and your master will see you kept safe and well-cared for until the end of time."

A groan. She sucked in a breath when given a chance, brought her tongue up--and suddenly his cock pulsed, and filled her mouth with his seed. She swallowed it all down and felt her throat and stomach warm from the heat of him. After a short pause she tucked him away and fixed his trousers without being told to. Her own pleasure came, forcing a moan from her lips, and soaking her thighs with release.

"Are you not thankful I've made it so easy for you?"

She gulped one final time.

"Wildshape," he commanded suddenly, "I know you're able to."

"I-into what, master?"

Why was it so easy to say the word now?

"The cat."

Tav obeyed, shifting into the form she rarely took. A calico cat with dark eyes, fluffier than might be expected to be seen around here.

Raphael picked her up and sat her in his lap.

Why? Why are you doing this? What is this accomplishing?

He did nothing, that was the confusing part. Nothing of note. Merely stroked her, scratched behind her ears, stroked beneath her chin until she purred for him. He kept this up until she was almost falling asleep, and then he set her on the seat beside him.

"Change back."

She obeyed, rubbing her eyes for a moment before she found herself pulled into a soft kiss.

What IS this? What is he trying to do?

"Why me?" she asked quietly, once they'd parted. She forced herself to meet his eyes. "I helped kill you. I--"

"Because you're smarter than you think you are, and I am not averse to taking you under my wing should I get what I want. All I ask is that you lay down your pride--and serve. As you always have."

A pause, and a whisper in her ear.

"One hour, fifty seven minutes, and twenty two seconds. Less than two hours to go, o apple of my eye. A pity. I know you'll miss me."

Raphael was gone before Tav could reply.

#bg3 #raphael x tav #bg3 raphael #good tav #tav #baldurs gate 3 raphael #female tav #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 smut #bg3 fanfiction

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