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disneyprincemuke · 5 months

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our spot * ls2

a text from you is the last thing logan expects when he's back home for the holidays especially when it's your first text in almost two years

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of infidelity

notes: YOOO how is it that i've been screaming about oscar and sebastian for weeks yet i write about logan first anyway? hope u enjoy this bc i OFC enjoyed breaking my own heart while writing this <;/3

super long read btw, it's like 3.7k words

(f1 masterlist)

(part two)

logan isn't back home very often. he doesn't exactly have the chance to, given his circumstances. so when he is, it's typically a nice breath of fresh air. because that's where you are.

or at least, used to be.

he doesn’t hear from you often anymore. since he’d gotten busier with his promotion to f1, it’s been a lot harder to keep in touch with you.

admittedly, he does miss you. but what right does he have to tell you that outwardly?

the only way he knows what’s going on with you are whatever you let the public know of yourself. your instagram posts and stories don’t come often, so logan might as well consider you a stranger.

he only knows one thing, that his mother let slip over the phone during their call, that you’ve started seeing somebody recently. he doesn’t know if you’re still together — the man his mother speaks of doesn’t exist on any of your platforms.

perhaps it’s because it’s only hearsay? but you’ve always been sort of a private person yourself, so he’s not exactly surprised.

logan sighs to himself, rolling his chair over to the window that faces what used to be your bedroom. the window is shut with its curtains drawn.

you moved out the moment you turned 18. he once had your address when you gave it to him, and he kicks himself over the fact that he never got around to visiting you and seeing how you’ve come into your own.

he never got to see the apartment you would talk about growing up and all the decorations you planned on putting up.

he wonders, did you ever keep the framed picture with him when you went to disneyworld as kids? did you bring it with you?

logan huffs and pulls down his blinds. he turns to face his room, leaning back into his seat. it’s the holidays, but there’s nowhere to go and nothing to do with absolutely nobody.

his friends have all gone back to visit and spend time with family. he spent his first couple of days with his family, but even they’ve got better things to eventually.

all he can do is train for his next season.

he decides to finally get up to his feet, grabbing the gym bag that sits on the edge of his bed. he’s just about to drive to the gym when his phone lights up his dim bedroom.

a notification from you that makes his heart race and hands shake. a text from you is the last thing he expected out of his visit.

he hasn’t talked to you in nearly 2 years.

heard ur back home

he raises an eyebrow, tilting his head. he doesn’t write a reply immediately, so much hesitation and confusion mixing in his mind.

it’s taken him so off guard that he comes to a realisation that he doesn’t know how to talk to you anymore.

just for the holidays, im headed back to the uk after new year’s

your response is quick.

our spot

logan’s got no idea what you mean by that. until another text from you comes in.

10 minutes. see u

oh. you’re actually asking to see him.

suddenly he’s got no idea what to do. does he actually go?

he’s pacing around his room, frantically searching for the things he’d need to go and see you. which, wouldn’t actually be much. just his phone, his wallet, and

his gaze lands on the sad pile in the corner of his room, trinkets he’s collected from traveling the world in his first season. collected just for you, like you’d always talked about growing up.

now begs the question: does he bring it with him or does he just forget it ever existed?

doesn’t matter. he grabs his phone and wallet, heading out the door. his history with you is never spoken about.

maybe once, on a drunken night in australia with oscar. when he asked logan why he’s still visibly single, logan explained his situation.

how you kissed him the day he was leaving to stay in europe to fully commit to his junior career. how you’d called him every single night when you were teenagers, waiting around months at a time for him to come by for a short visit.

how you told him you loved him one evening when you were 19, in london when you were over for a visit. and how he had to put it on hold for his junior career, and never had the chance to get around to it because of his commitments to formula 1 now.

he had put it on hold, thinking you’d be around forever for him to come back to. he knows now that he’s never been more wrong in his life.

oscar never brought it up again after seeing the american choke on his words and laugh nervously as he retold the story.

when he found out you were seeing somebody, his heart broke. but he couldn't get himself to ask you about it. he knows it's his fault that you're in somebody else's arms now.

he quietly pads through his home, trying to pass his family members who have all resided in their individual bedrooms. even they've got no idea what's gone down between you two.

as far as they're concerned, you just simply drifted apart with time.

he parks his pickup truck right between the methodist building and what used to be the school you attended together growing up. he sits behind the wheel, eyes scanning the dark for any signs of you being here.

it's not a very far drive, only 5 minutes from his house and yours. just a playground that you used to hang at when you were growing up. when the world got too loud, this is where you'd come to regain composure.

he'd caught you one evening sitting here all alone when you were 8, and it's become your spot for late-night talks ever since. right on that green slide is where logan told you that he wanted to be an f1 driver when he was older.

it was on that blue swing that you admitted the crush you've had on him your entire life, and he reciprocated.

his heart races in his chest, unsure if you'd meant what you texted him. what if you bailed and this was all some sick twisted joke you're pulling on him?

and a random car pulls up in front of the methodist. he anticipates the moment you'd crawl out of the driver's seat, looking different from the last time he saw you - which was about 2 years ago when he last talked to you.

but after about a second, the backseat door opens, your leg poking out with your hair dishevelled in a ponytail. you close the door as you step onto the sidewalk, tugging down your dress that's hiked up your thighs as the car drives off.

logan finally turns off his engine, stepping out shortly after you. your eye roams the quiet street, locking into his as he watches you take a deep breath.

he nods, pointing towards the playground. you nod. he locks his truck and slowly makes his way to the brightly lit playground between the two establishments.

you make a beeline for the swing, dropping yourself down and bending forward to unstrap the heels that suffocate your feet. logan's not even going to ask where you'd come from all dolled up.

he occupies the empty swing next to you, clasping his hands together and placing them between his knees. it's a lot colder than he initially anticipated and his sweatpants are barely keeping him comfortable.

you sit in silence for the next couple of minutes. there's chatter from the methodist building next to you. you pick at your nails, trying to soften your breathing.

it's only then logan notices that your cheeks are flushed and the smell of alcohol in the air. which is obviously not coming from either place that surrounds both of you.

"are you drunk?" logan starts in a whisper, craning his neck down trying to get a look at you.

you look at him from the side of your eyes, lips pouted out in a frown. "tipsy," you correct him, "not drunk."

he nods to himself, rocking back and forth on the swing. he leans his head on the chain that holds his body up. he doesn't really know what to say.

in fact, he doesn't think there's much to say. you were the one who started ghosting him all those years ago. he's not upset or bitter about it, but he completely understands why you'd done it.

if he were in your position, he can almost guarantee that he would have taken the same measures.

"how long have you been back?" you ask, eyes tracing the design on the rubber playground floor. "why didn't you tell me?"

logan raises his eyebrows. "uh," he stutters, "i didn't know i had to. i'm sorry."

you shrug. "you didn't have to," you trail off, dropping your head low to avoid his gaze. "i just thought you would've told me when you'd come for a visit. we haven't seen each other in a while."

yeah, 2 years, he wanted to say.

"it's cause we haven't seen each other in a while that i didn't think to tell you i'm back home," logan admits solemnly, pressing his lips together. "i'm sorry, though. if i knew, you would've been the first person i told."

"i'm sorry i stopped picking up your calls," you suddenly say softly. "and answering your text messages. and telling my parents to tell you i'm away on vacation every time you came to visit."

he just nods. it hurt when you first started distancing yourself from him. but, what can he do?

he sort of caught on in the second week after you let him facetime call ring twice without an answer. that would’ve marked the fifth call you ignored, and the twentieth text you left him on delivered.

so he dropped it. he thought that maybe you would come around when he comes back to miami. apparently not, because you were ‘away’ on a trip with friends. which, now he knows, could possibly be just a lie.

logan smiles, mostly to himself as you’re looking straight ahead at the playground’s structure. “i get it. it’s alright.”

“no, really,” you adjust yourself to look at him with a sigh. “i feel horrible every single day about what i did. but i just didn’t know how to cope with the fact that you put me in the backseat when i was right there.”

“hey.” logan slumps his shoulders. suddenly he feels a tinge of guilt in his chest, and no amount of quick convincing makes it go away. “i understand why you did what you did. you deserve to be with someone who puts you first. i didn’t do that.”

you shake your head. a small smile creeps up on your face, looking up as your eyes start to glisten under the lights. “you don’t get it.”

“what do you mean?”

“i miss you,” you say in a sigh. “i thought you said you loved me too?”

“i did,” logan nods. then he corrects himself: “i do.”

“i still think of you,” you admit with a small smile. you laugh dryly to yourself before looking ahead at the playground. “sometimes i wonder how different our lives would be if i’d just never… stopped waiting.”

logan rests his head on the chain that holds the swing up. “sometimes i wonder how nice it’d be if i’d just,” he sighs, “chosen you.”

“same.”

he can see himself on the playground with you all those years ago. sitting in the structure, giggling with one another as you talk about your separate lives.

your lives seem to come together when you’re on that playground, though you walk separate paths that would prove to be more detrimental to your friendship.

you’d indulge one another in gossip the other had no idea about, but tried their hardest to relate and mirror frustrations. more often than not, a notebook is laid down on the ground between you while you try to draw out the situation of said gossips.

it always makes logan cringe thinking of how invested he’d gotten in your drama with your friends.

“i’m seeing somebody,” you whisper.

“i heard from mum.”

“yeah.”

logan takes a few breaths. “is he good to you?”

you nod. he just smiles then plants his feet into the ground. “that’s good. i’m so happy for you.”

“he’s not you, though, logan.”

he turns his head, looking at you in shock. “what?”

“i want you to tell me i’ve made a mistake,” you say flatly, turning your head to look at him with a frown. “tell me i shouldn’t be with him.”

“i can’t say that to you,” logan frowns, eyebrows furrowing at your sudden request. “i can’t decide that for you.”

you take a deep breath, shakily letting it out. “tell me you still want me, logan. and i’m all yours.” you sigh. “but i need you to say it to my face. cause i won’t wait for you if you don’t ask me to stay.”

logan searches your eyes for any sort of hesitation, or signs of backing off. but he doesn’t. you’ve got that same glimmer in your eye that he’s seen over and over again.

“i do,” he sighs, shaking his head. “i really do. but i can’t promise you anything. i’ll only break your heart. you know this. we lead two very different lives.”

you shrug, dropping your head again. “we could make it work. you’ll never really know.”

“please don’t do this. you’re with somebody else who gives you the world, i’m sure,” he tried to explain to you. “better than i can. you know at least that for a fact.”

you finally stand up, fists clenched by your side. “i can see it in your eyes, logan. you don’t want things to be this way — i’m giving you a chance to change the course of things.”

he looks up at you, lips parted and mind running with thoughts that all contradicted one another.

not talking to you took a while to get used to. especially when he moved up to formula 1, it was hard to find someone to talk to who would listen to him talk without judgement.

he needed your presence the most when he felt so out of place in his environment; like he was an imposter who didn’t deserve to be where he did.

your sudden departure from his life took a harder hit than he cares to admit. he thought about you every single day: the one person who can tell which smiles he fakes on the daily.

the ultimatum you’re giving him is too tough to make a decision on the spot. in hindsight, he’s not only breaking your heart, but also his.

logan sighs, standing up to tower over you. he hovers a hand over your shoulder. “let me drive you home.”

“no, come on, logan!” you shove his hand away from you and stumble a step back. “do something for once! risk something!”

“it’s not that easy.”

“but it is,” you say, matter-of-factly, giving him a stare of indifference. you hold your arms up by your side and raise your eyebrows. “i know my pain is such an imposition. but i’m tired of feeling like this when i know how you feel for me!

“when i know how to make this pain go away. work with me here, logan.”

“i can’t do that because there are more important things on the line for me right now!” logan spits at you, throwing his hands into the air. “i do, okay! i do love you! i think about you every single day, but i can’t throw away everything i’ve ever worked for just to be with you!”

“who says you’ve got to do that?” you shout back, shoving him slightly. “i’m asking you to choose me alongside everything you’ve got, not drop your entire career for me!”

“i’m a fucking laughing stock, do you not see what’s circulating the internet?” he asks exasperatedly with an eyeroll. “you don’t want that going for you. i’ve got bigger things to work on.”

he turns on his heel and walks towards his truck. when he doesn’t hear your footsteps following him, he stops halfway and turns to you. “get in the car, i’m driving you back.”

“so this is how it’s going to be?” you laugh dryly, gesturing at your surroundings with a finger point. “you’re just going to push me aside because you think you can’t give me what i need?”

“i don’t think it — i know so.”

“and what exactly is it that you think i need?”

“somebody to show up for you when it matters,” logan huffs, slowly making his way back over to you. “somebody who can love you even on his worst days; who can take you out on dates, love you on your bad days, and just be there for you.

“i can’t even do that for myself. what the hell makes you think i can do all of that for you?”

he stops right in front of you, chest heaving from frustration and eyebrows furrowed as he towers over you. “i won’t be the person who can give you what you need. not now, i’m still working to be better.”

“you don’t know that.”

“i’m done with this conversation, (y/n),” he sighs, taking a step back. the smell of your perfume increases his urge to just pull you into his arms, but he can’t do that to you, himself, or the guy you’re with. “get in the car, i’m driving you home.”

"fine, whatever," you snap, folding your arms over your chest and stomping towards him to reach the white pickup truck by the corner.

when he planned on coming home for the winter break, you reaching out was never one of his things to expect. he thought that you were absolutely done with him, given that you hadn't talked to him in nearly two years.

his brothers giving him flack for his formula 1 season, maybe, but you confessing your feelings for him all over again? he hadn't ever thought about it in a million years.

when he climbs into the driver's seat, you've already fastened your seatbelt. your legs are crossed, like your arms over your chest, and your body is tilted towards the window.

logan sighs. "(y/n). please understand it from my side. i don't want to hurt you any more than i already have. you don't deserve this."

you still don't meet his eyes. your eyes are trained on the dark scenery outside with a prominent frown on your face. "just take me back to my parents' house."

"what about your apartment?"

"i put it out on the market a month ago," you admit softly as logan turns on the engine. "i'm moving out of miami."

now, logan is typically a well-tempered person. growing up with brothers, it's definitely one way to train that aspect of yourself.

but the last time he had asked you to reconsider moving to the united kingdom with him after graduation, you had refused. because your life is here in miami: your family, your friends, and everything you've ever known.

all of a sudden, you're moving out of here?

he hadn't faulted you initially, but he might just start seeing a change of heart if it comes down to this.

logan shifts in his seat uncomfortably, lifting his foot from the gas pedal. suddenly he's curious to know more about what's going on in your life: moving out of the house is one thing for you, but moving to a completely different place is something else.

"where are you going?"

"new york for a couple months," you say, staring at the street ahead. "just for some training. after that, i'm off to germany. i got a job offer."

"what about your boyfriend?"

"i haven't told him about it yet," you shrug, "i've been thinking of you too much to consider what is to come of the relationship eventually."

"you shouldn't do that. i'm not your boyfriend."

a dry scoff passes your lips. "thanks, i actually know that."

he pulls up to the front yard of his home. pulling up the handbrake, he turns to you with a hand on the backrest of your seat. "i'm serious. don't sabotage whatever you've got going on for you. embrace it."

"really?" you scrunch your nose as you turn to face him. "life advice from someone who keeps sabotaging all of the lifelines i keep throwing out for him to save what we had going on for years?"

logan sighs. he raises his hands to surrender. "fine. do what you want. i only want the best for you and i know it's not me."

"whatever, logan," you scoff, taking off your seatbelt. you throw it back into place and unlock the car door, pushing it open. "i won't be around forever: remember that."

you crawl out and slam the door behind you. all logan can do is sink in his seat and watch you cross the road, walk up to your front door and shut that behind you as well. you don't spare him another look, which is when it all washes over him like tsunami waves.

but as much as he wants you, he will have to stand true to his words. because he knows his truth: he isn't the person you deserve to be with.

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2d-reality · 5 months

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Little Things (The Greedy Secondborn)

characters: Mammon, GN!MC navigation: Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie content/warnings: little things you do for the brothers, out of love. fluff. established relationship (implied you are dating all seven brothers equally with the exception of mammon whom i love more) word count: 584 notes: Each brother has their own part, linked above. I am still my own editor and I loathe editing, so please forgive any mistakes!

It’s no secret you baby Mammon. Even, and especially, when his brothers make his life a little more difficult with their sibling antics. It’s certainly lessened with you around, as any off-color comments are immediately met with a harsh glare and sometimes a short word of admonishment.

But even you can only stand so much of his klepto tendencies. He’s good about your most precious things, for the most part. Once, when you were still new to the Devildom, the heirloom necklace you had been unceremoniously transported with went missing. It was the only piece of home you had left, aside from your clothes, and you weren’t proud of the breakdown you’d had when you’d discovered its absence. You were so caught in your grief, and anger at every one of your newly-minted demonic housemates, that you didn’t notice the absence of your guardian for nearly two full days.

It was Asmo who returned your presently most prized possession; you’d been so relieved to have it back that you’d kissed both his cheeks through tears, uncaring of how it had returned to you and unaware of Mammon’s soulful eyes peering from around the doorframe of your bedroom. You had noticed he seemed out of sorts over the coming days, but chalked it up to his avoidant tsundere behavior. If you’d known back then he’d swiped it, in a moment of unawareness, gripped by his sin as he so often was, you might never have forgiven him.

Your relationship had evolved since then, and you wouldn’t dream of being cross with him now, especially if you learned that he’d hunted for your necklace, shook up every fence he had connections to, levied a hefty charge on goldie with the curiosities dealer that ended up with it, and weathered the lecture from Lucifer as a result without a word, all to see it returned to you.

He’d been much more careful with the things you held most dear since then. He’s more observant than anyone would give him credit for, especially regarding you, his shining jewel. But you knew that he was as much a victim to his sin as his brothers, and you had learned to cater to it, even if you didn’t know about his crusade for your necklace.

Lucifer (at least partially at the behest of Diavolo, you presumed) had established an allowance for you. You, ever independent, picked up shifts at the local spots when you could to earn your own money, but you wouldn’t lie, having a little extra to keep up with the elite (which you could forget the brothers were, at times) was nice. It was also nice to have a couple extra grimm to stuff in a pocket, or a drawer, for Mammon to take when his fingers got a little sticky. He ended up spending at least some of it on you, anyways; a popup cafe, a second dessert at lunch, a trinket that reminded him of you. He would vehemently deny being so sentimental, but the twinkle in his eye when you graciously accepted whatever treat he gifted you and returned the favor with a kiss twice as sweet was enough evidence for you.

If he knew you were purposefully leaving it in the same places every week, and never commented on the hit to your budget, he never mentioned it. You never said anything either, happy to make his life as easy as you could. It was no secret, after all, that you baby Mammon.

#obey me #mammon #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #om! mammon #mammon fic #fic #obey me x reader

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ghostgirl101 · 11 months

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hey, i really like ur writing and idk if ur working on something rn but when you can and if you want to, could you possibly write some ben drowned x reader kissing headcanons? (only if u r comfortable w/ that ofc!) ur literally my favorite writer on this app nd i literally read everything u post lol so even if u don’t do this ty anyway and have a nice day/night and take care of urself!!🩷

Kissing BEN Drowned Would Be Like This:

A/N: Sure, I'm comfortable with that; this is kind of a whole affection headcanon thing, which I've only just realised now I'm reading it over 🙃 I'm glad you like my writing, hope you enjoy this one, take care of yourself too 😀 Also, should I start making a taglist for my creepypasta posts? If you're interested, let me know.

🎮• So. If you're expecting BEN to be an absolute gentleman who asks for your permission before giving you any form of affection, or is a bit bashful to initiate it...

🎮• Haha. Sorry.

🎮• I mean, he'd never push your boundaries or deliberately make you feel uncomfortable when you guys are being intimate somehow, but he's not gonna be shy about it. That's because it takes a bit of time for him to warm up to the idea of physically coming out of the screen and materializing himself enough for you to hug him and everything safely, without getting electrocuted or whatever.

🎮• Another factor is that after all he's been through, the idea of letting himself be that vulnerable around people is a bit of a daunting one, even if it's you, someone who he's learned to trust and get close to until it gets to this point.

🎮• So, well done to you, for earning the ultimate sign of trust from this maniac virus boy. Chances are that after you hint at wanting to be able to kiss him or something, he's gonna act all teasing and dismissive about it, but what you don't know is that the thought stays in his mind after you've finished up on the computer and gone to bed. He watches you silently from the camera on your open screen (that he's insisted you keep open for him to check in on you) and lets the idea of it grow into a nice, tempting one.

🎮• So get ready for yet another burst of an adrenaline rush as BEN gives you the scare of your life when he comes crawling out of the screen as you wake up in the morning, scattering your desk trinkets and stuff all over the place in the process. BEN has very pale blonde hair in his humanish form, almost white, and even paler skin, with empty black and red eyes, sometimes glitchy... you probably know already. BEN's eyes bleed lightly even when he's not upset, but seem to gush blood when he is. But even with the whole horrifying appearance, somehow, he manages to make himself look handsome. Don't tell him, though, or he'll tease you about it and probably won't ever forget it.

🎮• When you get over the initial shock of him literally just spawning into your room, he stays completely indifferent, if not a bit amused, because isn't this what you wanted? It's not like he bites. Unless you're into that sort of thing.

🎮• BEN is a bit apprehensive at first, because, let's be real, you're his first kiss. His life was twisted into an electronic form when he was really young, and so human touch is almost a completely foreign experience to him at this point, so he will start slow. He might flinch a couple of times, but dismisses it and tells you to go on, that he wants to get used to it. And he does.

🎮• When he does, that's when you've got his chaotic bursts of affection energy to deal with. He loves catching you off guard; you could be doing anything, working or hanging around or whatever, and then he's suddenly there behind you, and you get the tiniest of electric shocks as BEN grabs you effortlessly and refuses to let go for a solid five minutes while you fidget in his glitching but strong arms and glare at him.

🎮• The first thing you'll end up doing is hugging, because he likes the feel of being close in somebody's arms in a way he didn't think he could be before. You're warm and he's consistently cold, leading to you having to slap at his hands when he slides a hand down your back or something bratty just to make you squeal and shiver. They draw out into cuddle sessions, another thing he likes, and will ultimately go soft over. There have been many times when you've managed to fall asleep in BEN's arms, and that's one of the rare times where he'll let all his guard down and fiddle with your hair or play with your jewelry or just stare at you with a newfound feeling of protectiveness and fondness.

🎮• Now for the actual kissing part 🙃 I need to say that it really isn't a first "kiss." It's the first of many long makeout sessions, because BEN will drag it out as much as he can, and then stop abruptly when you least expect it, just to be a tease and wanting more. I see it happening when you're rambling about something or other, and he's out in the real world instead of in a screen, when you realize that your faces are inches apart, and he has a blank, frustrating unreadable look on his face.

🎮• And, before you can say anything, he'll take the plunge before he can think about it any more, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours, but waiting for you to accept it and move in too. It starts off surprisingly soft and sweet, until BEN starts getting addicted to the new, intimate sensation, and tries deepening it. Then it's less sweet and more intense, and (sorry for the cliche lol) electric. He tastes kind of appley, and his lips are cold and soft. BEN will carry on going, further and further, to the point of you ending up breathless and him pulling away with a stunned look on his face. That look morphs into his usual mischievous smirk after he recovers in a few moments, and he raises a brow in amusement at your wide eyes and swollen lips, probably with a snarky little "Not bad."

🎮• After you've done it once, you're gonna end up doing it a whole lot more. There are hardly ever any proper warnings apart from BEN gradually moving in closer and being more teasing and flirty, or on sadder days where painful memories of the past come creeping back to haunt him, a source of comfort and reminder that he's still here and has another reason to be alive and basically immortal. It's not just to drive people to insanity and infect their systems with disturbing things until they crack, or whatever other motives he has. Now, there's you, someone who he's decided he needs to look out for and be with in any possible way.

🎮• Like I said, kissing BEN Drowned usually ends in suggestive makeout sessions and the like, because that's just BEN all over. But they're one way he's discovered he can show he cares, and so he'll keep doing it if you want him to, without any hesitation. Realistically, the boy is beyond touch starved, and so that all pours into the affections he gives you. To anyone else, he's a twisted, demon-like boy who makes peoples' lives hell by getting into their heads through ways they can't control, but to you and you only, he'll let himself become more and more vulnerable, until you see that really, he still was and is Ben.

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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jealousy

summary: you know better than to talk to other guys sometimes in elvis's ear shot. elvis reminds you of why. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley pairing: austin butler elvis x female reader rating: m. word count: 2100 warnings: throat fucking. possessiveness. big daddy elvis ( so '74 to '77 timeframe ). mildly dubious consent. elvis's paranoia. elvis's prescription drug use. daddy kink, because elvis does actually refer to himself as daddy in this. gratuitous use of nicknames ( lil one, baby, honey, darlin', the whole nine yards ). mild hint of face fucking. kind of faintly almost d/s element but not quite. oral ( m receiving, f implied/referenced ) author's note: welcome to day 29 for kinktober, throat fucking with austin!elvis. okay so everyone needs to thank @butlersxbirdy for this one since at the time she and I literally were losing it over big daddy elvis. we still are, but it was basically hey which version of austin elvis should i do, and she was like big daddy without missing a beat. i'll have a 68 special version out possibly tonight or tomorrow but this one got top billing because i wanted to. but basically everyone else gives you soft big daddy, i'll give ya some fucked up big daddy. ( i'm going to give y'all a very very soft big daddy for the holiday season, don't worry. ) imagine whoever, this is supposed to be austin elvis but timeline i picked makes it tricky y'all know my particular drill.

Elvis is possessive, a fact that everyone who ever spends longer than two minutes with the man and has him like them is vividly aware of. You are Elvis's or you are not, there is that strict dichotomy that very few if any people break- and you are not one of those people. Priscilla, when you've interacted with her during handoffs for Lisa tells you it didn't used to be this bad, that yes, he could sleep around but she couldn't and that her finding her way into his former karate instructors bed after she left him made him so angry he was almost unrecognizable, but she figured it was fine and would settle down. Then she heard the stories from Linda and now you and- well she likes to pretend you'll calm him down. Not fix him exactly but you've already mildly tempered his pill usage and have him actually eating healthy despite being on the road. Maybe third time's the charm?

Except- here is the inherent problem, you're younger than him, not hard seeing as he's around his 40s but you crave attention in a way that he doesn't always provide. You wouldn't say he disregards the fact that you could leave- oh far from it- his worship of you legendary to all members of the Memphis Mafia and anyone who's had any sort of contact with Elvis as far as touring or recording goes. But sometimes he forgets- sometimes in the haze of his pills and every other thing he forgets that you can run free, you can easily run away from him and never look back- he's spoiled you with enough clothes that even if you had no marketable skills to speak of you could handle yourself on selling his trinkets alone.

You sometimes flirt as easy as breathing, a quality that Elvis will swear up and down is one of his favorite about you- you're pure, baby but Lord have mercy, the things your eyelashes fluttering can do to a man he had once said after you had told him about your sexual history. You flirt and flirt and boy- men- have a tendency to fall for it, tend to become wrapped around your finger in ways that would make your Mama blush. It gives you a rush of power, reminds you that even if Elvis is ignoring you for the fourth day and night in a row that you're attractive, you're the sort of woman men want and it gives you a little pep. But you know as well as anyone that you can't let Elvis hear or see you do what you do when you flirt though so you always make sure it's done out of his earshot, his eyesight and while he's preoccupied.

At least that's usually what you do, it's the fifth day and while you don't mind Elvis leaving you alone for a bit, for a day or two when it starts inching toward a week you can't help but feel bitter and angry. It's that feeling that leads you to where you are, your hand on some guy's- you think his name is Jeff- arm giggling at something that is not even remotely funny but you know how to charm a man. You're wrapped up in trying to make sure he's smiling that you don't hear the telltale sound of Elvis's buckle clanging as he walks up to see what you're doing. You don't notice how your conversation partner freezes as his eyes look behind you. You don't notice the scent of Elvis freshly showered until you feel his heat up against you, until you feel his breath against your neck and until you feel the growl emanate from his deep in his chest. You freeze after that.

"Darlin'." He says, his tone deathly calm. "Who's this? A friend?"

You open your mouth to say something before Jeff ends up muttering something about needing to head off but it was so nice to meet you and you turn to face Elvis a snarl forming before you can even stop it.

"Oh now you want to pay attention to me." You move to make sure Elvis doesn't try and grab for you. "Find someone else and you appear out of thin air."

Elvis's eyes narrow and darken making you very quickly realize you might have messed up. They're not as clear as they have been in the past weeks which means that just maybe he's not all there. That you've stepped into a minefield that he'll take you out of, just not right this moment. You move to grab his arm before he yanks it out of your reach. "Oh no, honey, you know better. I was- Come with me to our room, baby. Think I need to talk to you. Remind you of some things." He turns from you with a growl that has arousal curling low in your abdomen and has you traling after him in a way that sometimes embarrasses you with how eager you are to do it, but you can't stop yourself from doing it nonetheless. The walk and elevator ride up to where he's staying and where you should be staying is a silent one, punctuated only with Elvis grumbling something to himself and your heaving breaths the more you think about what Elvis is planning on doing to you. You enter the room and in an instant find yourself crowded against the wall, Elvis using his both his weight and his arms to make sure you're not moving any time soon. You open your mouth to talk before Elvis shakes his head and cuts you off.

"Ya know how jealous I get lil one. Know how I damn well wanna kill men when they're lookin at you as you're cumming just from me brushin' against ya. And yet ya let one of them think he could have ya." His hand moves to your shoulder and makes a movement like he wants to force you to the ground but he holds off for at least the moment. "Got me so goddamn riled up and jealous, baby. Got your Big Daddy angry. You wanna know what I do when I'm this angry with ya? What I've always wanted t' do when you get me this angry?"

You look at him in what you like to think is an attempt to look innocent, an attempt to charm him with those eyelashes you know he can barely resist only to see the look in his eyes, see the look of barely restrained anger written all over his face and realize that it won't work. The words you had meant to say die on your lips, swallowed in the guip you take as you nod.

"On your knees." He commands and leaves absolutely no room for questioning, his hand remaining on your shoulder in case you need some help getting down. "And deal with my pants while you're at it."

You comply, falling to your knees quicker than you ever thought possible, your hands working at his belt buckle and at the button and zipper of his pants, your hands shaking just a tad as you pull them down. He hadn't asked to have his boxers taken off so you left them, not that it did much to conceal what was happening underneath, how he seemed to be getting harder by the moment.

His hand that was on her shoulder moves to the back of your head, his ring covered hands moving to grip your hair in any way he could. "Little boys wouldn't know what to do with ya. Wouldn't treat ya like I do. Wouldn't have you coming nearly as hard as ya do with me." You shift a little, trying to produce some form of friction between your legs. You're so focused on that task that you don't notice how Elvis's eyes zero in on the motion. All you actually notice is how he ends up letting out a laugh that sounds downright evil. It sounds like that young boy who sang that he was evil and you shiver. "I'm gonna make sure you can't fuckin' talk to them for a week. Gonna wreck your throat so that all you can do is nod for yes daddy." He pauses and growls. "Bet you're gonna cum right now. Bet if I touched you right this second you'd make a mess of the goddamn carpet."

Leaning forward, you start to nuzzle at his cock through his briefs and realize that you can't feel any shame about it. You don't feel any shame about it, too busy trying to calm Elvis down and too busy remembering just why as much as you might want to stray from him when he wanders just a bit- you don't. "Daddy, I would. I would make a mess, but please daddy, you can touch me I want you to touch me."

Elvis yanks at your hair and thus you back a little roughly and you hiss. "No nuzzlin'. This ain't you getting a treat. This is you being reminded who you belong to." His tone is shifting into something that almost sounds like a growl. "Whose thick thighs you cum on. Whose cock you love having in that pretty pussy and mouth. Whose is it, darlin'?"

"Yours." You whine, pulling down his underwear without him actually asking to. "Your thighs, your cock."

His lips curl into a smirk as he uses the grip on your hair to force your face into his crotch. You have the foresight to open your mouth but even so you end up choking a little around his cock. He pauses when he realizes you're struggling, not wanting to hurt you exactly. You grip his thigh as an okay and he continues to push his cock further into your mouth until it's tickling the back of your throat. You swallow involuntarily and Elvis groans, low and in a way you want to hear over and over again. He starts to move, using his grip on your hair to control how quickly he's fucking your mouth, how deep his cock is reaching. You gag a little even as you try and relax just from the sheer force of his cock hitting your throat.

"Swallow, baby, do it again." He murmurs, trying to feel your throat start to constrict around his tip. "Fuckin' love this mouth. Most perfect goddamn mouth. Never gonna let it go. Never gonna let those boys take you from me. I'll shoot 'em before they do. Might not look like 'em anymore but they couldn't handle my girl."

You whimper at the words, your eyes starting to roll in the back of your head as you rut against the floor, wanting to touch yourself but resisting the urge. Elvis is still controlling the pace but you can feel how he's starting to struggle to keep up, his movements becoming a little less controlled, a little less consistent. You help out, making sure your mouth stays on him, that his cock still is hitting the back of your throat until you taste the saltiness of his cum and feel the warmth of it filling your mouth. You swallow, struggling just a little but Elvis doesn't let up, doesn't let you off until he's finished and you've swallowed as much as you can. He finally lets go of your hair and you lean back, breathing heavily, trying to ignore the throbbing of your clit and the mild burn you still feel in your throat.

"Wasn't flirting." You force out, your voice sounding like you had every sore throat known to man at once. You try and swallow thinking it will help before realizing it doesn't. "Want to cum, please."

His eyes are lidded when he looks at you, looking almost like he might want to fall asleep on you before he hums, holding out his hand to you. "Up on the bed. No talking till you come. Wanna hear you scream my name with my face in your pussy."

You take his hand, using the leverage to pull yourself up and frown. "I don't think I can scream. Won't make the noise."

He pulls you close and pulls you into a kiss. "You will. Then you can lose your voice. Then we can both know I fucked that throat of yours completely raw."

If you raise an eyebrow in a challenge, that's your business. And if after that eyebrow you don't speak for another week because you practically croak when you try? Well. That's yours and his business.

#austin butler elvis x you #austin butler elvis x reader #austin butler elvis #austin elvis #austin elvis x reader #austin elvis x you #austin butler elvis x y/n #austin elvis x y/n #austin butler #austin butler elvis smut #austin elvis smut #ally's kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #ally writes #think i did all the tags?

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actiniumwrites · 2 years

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

synopsis: what i think their love languages are

characters: albedo, kaeya, beidou, ganyu, xiao, ayato, sara, itto, and kazuha (separately)

warnings: doesn’t have to be reader insert, but i do mention a gn! s/o ( in case you were unsure s/o = significant other)

note: these are honestly just opinions and were just for fun, i didn’t do extensive character research for this. that being said, i’m sorry if you disagree !

albedo: gift giving

loves to make things in his lab and give them to you

if you’re really interested in his experiments, he’s really appreciative so he likes to give some of things he creates back to you only if it’s safe of course

he also just loves spoiling you, even if it’s something that he didn’t create but actually bought

kaeya: physical touch

it was between this one and words of affirmation, but i honestly think he teases too much to show his love through words

really loves to hold you or just have any sort of contact with you

loves to hold your hand and will always hug you when you get home or when he gets home

if you guys are talking to someone, he loves to keep a hand around your shoulders or on your waist

loves to let people know you’re his and he’s yours

beidou: words of affirmation

this was another tough one tbh

she loves hyping up her crew and making everyone feel confident and supported through her words and presence so i definitely feel she’d do the same for you

if you’re feeling down, she’ll give you a really good pep talk that’ll make you feel so good about yourself

loves to announce how much she loves you to her crew and all of liyue harbor, especially when she’s drunk

will never, ever forget to remind you how much she loves you

ganyu: acts of service

loves to do things for you

she never feels forced to do so, she just wants to help you

always offering her help too, even with the smallest of things

she’ll probably get insecure if you decline her offer

if you’re out, she’s always doing things for you and helping you out, even if you don’t know it

always wants to make sure you’re doing okay and will do whatever she can to make sure you aren’t overwhelmed, stressed, or sick

xiao: quality time

for xiao, getting to spend time with his s/o is so important to him

he loves nights up at the inn where it’s just you and him eating your favorite foods and watching the stars

you guys will go on adventures together and he loves every second of it, every second with you

really loves it when you pay attention to him, especially if he’s opening up about his past or things that are bothering him, or even just little things like stories he wants to tell you

ayato: physical touch and quality time

he doesn’t get much time off which is why he deeply appreciates any second he gets with you

while he loves hanging out with you, he wants to be able to hold you too

loves walking around the city and telling each other about your guys’ days, eating dinner together, doing paperwork together, literally just whatever he can get

kinda like kaeya, he’ll always have a hand on you whether it’s literally holding your hand or resting on your back

loves hugs, but only with you

i feel like he’s not a big hugger or person that would be into physical touch in general, but if it’s with his s/o, he’s all over it

holding you and spending time with you will literally melt his heart

kujou sara: gift giving

she’s not really good with things like words or emotions

but she does have interest in a lot of little trinkets and statues and such cough cough… irodori festival

if she goes to get something for herself or sends someone to get something for her, she always makes sure they get something for you too

will also just bring you things like little foods or drinks that you might like

always blushes and gets embarrassed (spoiler alert: it’s cause she’s scared you won’t like it)

itto: quality time

this man is all about fun and family

he loves to hangout with you all the time

will always offer to do something fun like swimming at the beach, play fighting, and don’t get me started on beetle fighting

if you beetle fight with itto, you will have his whole heart

also loves to take you to visit his grandma, it’s really important that you guys spend time together

he loves to talk to you as well and feels loved when you really listen to him and indulge in his jokes and stories

he also really loves just laying in grassy fields with you and watching the clouds while you snuggle up next to him

kazuha: words of affirmation

this man’s biggest skill is his words

will write you endless poems

he loves writing about your beauty, the things you like, his adoration for you, etc.

if you’re ever feeling down, he knows exactly what to say to make you feel better

never fails to verbally show his appreciation for/to you

will tell people off for you, no matter what, he’ll openly support and love you and make sure people know that him and beidou need to chill

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #kazuha #albedo x reader #kaeya x reader #beidou x reader #ganyu x reader #xiao x reader #ayato x reader #kujou sara x reader #itto x reader #kazuha x reader #these were fun to write #if you’re reading this i hope you win your next 50/50 #let me know if you guys want more of these :)

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holding-monsters-hands · 1 year

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not a romantic request, but how about scout with a caring teammate who becomes a big sister figure to him? She sticks up for him when he's being picked on, makes sure he gets enough to eat and drink (not just Bonk!), lets him vent to her, etc.

THIS IS?? SO CUTE?? like ik he’s 23 but he is quite boyish in nature and I think a big sister figure would be good for him.

Scout with a teammate that becomes a big sister figure for him

Outwardly- he hates being babied or treated like some stupid kid, but I think if you were to find a good balance where you aren’t exactly babying him but you’re at least showing how much you care about him.. it’s enough to make a grown man cry /ref

He has a hard time with expressing his feelings in a healthy way, because he still has this mindset that he needs to ‘man up’ and just repress his feelings, so he’ll rely on you a lot for any sort of comfort.

There are some days where he just comes up to you with his head hanging low, his arms stretched out in a silent- yet pleading hug.. Just hold him until he’s the one to let go, and don’t mention the sniffles he’s making- he has a hard time with people seeing him cry.

You’re his best buddy, both in his day-to-day but also on the field! He’s been nagged at quite a few times for focusing his attention on protecting you rather than trying to grab intel or protect the point.

But if you ever stick up for him or defend him when he’s getting mocked? you just make his entire YEAR. It really does aid in his self confidence, not the show he puts on for everyone- his REAL confidence.

There have been many times where he’s nearly passed out or has gotten really sick because of how frequently he forgets to eat and hydrate, he relies on bonk! so much simply because it gets the job done, and he’s more focused on being fast than taking care of himself- so your reminders have been a constant life saver, and medic certainly appreciates it as well.

He does typically have some lingering feeling of guilt because he feels like he never has anything to offer you in return for your kindness, so he’ll often get you little tokens of his appreciation! whether it’s snacks, sweets, fun trinkets, clothes- you name it, he really does wanna show just how much he cares.

You two are just peas in a pod, some of the team have even joked that you two could practically read each others minds! if it weren’t for the visible evidence that you two aren’t blood siblings, people would assume that you guys have known one another since birth!

#tf2 scout #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 x reader #team fortess 2

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lyssak09 · 2 years

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I need more platonic Yandere trapper and huntress ( maybe them both as a couple)

Platonic Yandere Huntress and Trapper

My amazing sister helped since this request involved her favorite character ever, huntress. We may or may not be going as Huntress and Meg together for Halloween this year ! Thank you so so much for requesting and please feel free to request again!!

The Huntress probably found you hiding and thought "Cute. Mine now" and yanked you from your hiding spot

Trapper met you by Anna. She was showing you off and he saw you and immediately took to you

So Anna and Evan (bootyhole) kinda fought over you then they were both like "You wanna be their bestie? Me too!"

Evan (bootyhole) is a quiet and obsessive platonic yandere. He doesn't talk a lot so he has more of an advantage to study, stalk, you.

Anna is a sweet, jealous, and possessive platonic yandere. If someone other than her or Evan (bootyhole) has your attention then she'll be moody. But she'll bring you something back from a hunt or trial as an apology

Her little trinkets can consist of a lot of things.

It could be shiny, it could be wooden, it could be bloodstained

Either way

They both get weird and jealous when you're around people who aren't them. One of them might even growl at others

Anna loves to comfort you, so when you're scared or something, she'll sing you some lullabies from her childhood.

Evan (bootyhole) likes to spoil you, so expect a lot of stolen goodies

Of course, he was rich before, so he has some goodies from before, but he will mostly steal them for you because he likes finding things that remind him of you.

A lot of times it is probably a piece of art, a shiny rock, sometimes he even brings you little trinkets that the Huntress finds. She just sometimes gets too nervous to give it to you, thinking that you might not like it, so instead she’ll give it to him and he will then give it to you.

Anna loves to cuddle, it doesn’t matter what the situation is, if she is able to cuddle with you, be prepared, cause she is running as fast as she can to give you the biggest bear hug ever.

Evan doesn’t really like physical affection, but he will give you it if you need it.

But most of the time he just passes you off to Anna when you need comforting, or just snuggles in general.

Evan normally is someone who likes acts of servitude. If you are willing to do anything, even as small as pushing in his chair when he forgets to, or even just cleaning up some blood off of his weapon. (Hope you're not squeamish)

His heart will freaking melt, but in a platonic way.

Anna is one that loves physical affection and gifts. She always wants yours and Evan’s attention, mostly yours, but still. She is fine with anyone, as long as she is able to give hugs, cuddles, and just in general, be close to you or him.

Of course, Evan doesn’t like this, but again, he will do it until either he is able to find you and pass her off to you.

Even though Evan doesn’t like being hugged or having any sort of physical affection, he is okay if you are both curled up to him with minimal contact.

Like one of you laying on his shoulder, as long as the other one is laying on the other and not him, he is okay with that.

Any other way and you’re both getting pushed off of him.

Wanna know a way to rile them both up?

Bubbles.

It’s dumb, but they both love bubbles.

A/N: Who doesn't?

Anna had never seen them before and Evan was never allowed to play with them and, even if he was allowed to, he never had anyone to play with him.

So while you are blowing the bubbles, Evan and Anna are going berserk over them.

I (Lyssa) lowkey feel like Anna might attack the bubbles at first with her hatchet then try to bite them

"ANNA NO! ITS SOAP IT WON'T TASTE GOOD!" You yell after her. You're soon met with an Anna with a look of disgust from her and see bootyhole on the ground laughing with tears in his eyes

If you’re not blowing the bubbles, Evan is.

Nobody wants Anna to blow bubbles anymore.

She doesn't know how to

And just spits everywhere.

So she is just on the duty to play with them.

But don’t let anyone know that Evan has shown this side to you or Anna. He will murder you.

Literally.

Blowing bubbles is not your thing? That’s fine Evan and Anna both love reading books too!

Well, more like Evan or you reading to her, since she doesn’t understand English very well. At least, not enough to read higher than a first grade level.

So, while you or Evan are reading to her, prepare to have to explain almost everything to her, since she is still learning.

I (Lyssa) and my sister both believe Trapper is a major bootyhole (I mean have you seen the trapper mains?? They camp and or tunnel. And never wanna be our friends ): Major bootyhole vibes right there)

When you piss off Trapper he might do something mean or say something horrible to you out of anger or just to make you feel sucky too.

When that happens Anna will silently yell at him and stare him down while she cuddles you and tells you that he is just being moody and she loves you. (So sweet right?)

So basically in our opinion, Evan is a bootyhole and we'd rather have Lu (my sister)'s bestie, Huntress, as our yandere best friend <3

Not gonna lie, half of this is crack headcannons while the other half is more serious since my sister took it way more serious than I. I do hope you guys enjoyed it though! Props again to my amazing sister for making the other half of this amazing. This one was sorta different from my others. Please feel free to request anything, I have a pinned post of everything I write for.

P.S., I have a list of nicknames of most of the dbd killers if you guys ever wanna see them.

#yandere x reader #yandere headcanon #yandere male #yandere x you #yandere #ask lyssa #dead by daylight #lyssa's hcs #yandere female #platonic yandere dbd #platonic yandere #yandere dead by daylight #dead by deadlight #yandere dbd #dbd #huntress x reader #dead by daylight trapper #Miss Blue's writing

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ahmedmootaz · 4 months

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How does a distorted X will fight Roland and Ayin? What annoying thing X will do if it's in a game? What happens if Roland and Ayin loses to X? To the de-agers?

Dear astrocurier,

Hello! It's always a pleasure to see you again! And with more questions regarding Distortions, it seems as if a lot of asks are curious with their regards, hehe.

I think that Distorted!X would've used Arbiter-esque powers in an attempt to overpower both Roland and Ayin; he would've thrown them around like ragdolls, used the surrounding furniture as makeshift weapons to throw at them, and perhaps used the tendrils that came out of him as a sort of extra member that could sweep an area behind his back and thus cover that blind-spot for him, allowing him to focus all of his attention on attacking in every possible direction instead of having an obvious weak-point that could be easily and seriously exploited by his adversaries. I believe he would also be able to summon spikes and stakes from the ground, not to mention that the shockwaves he would possess and the pillars could have a myriad of 'creative' applications that I doubt will be very pleasant when applied against either Roland or Ayin. And of course, the chain nooses aren't simply for decoration; they could probably be fashioned into whips of sorts of a method of grabbing enemies from afar.

Something annoying he could do if he was a gameplay element? Well, I think that Distorted!X would have very strong regeneration powers to make up for the large, distended stomach of his that would be self-repairing at every moment to regenerate the damage it's causing itself. As such, he would be very difficult to push down because it's not just about beating him, it's also about demoralising him enough to the point where his regeneration is no longer effective. Not to mention that said regeneration could probably grant him access to some devastating attacks such as the ability to generate lots of blood and then release it with a high pressure by lacerating a small part of his body in order to blind/harm foes with the resulting fountain of blood. A bit cheesy and maybe a little too gorey to the point of comedy, but PM games always did have the occasional bit of comedy to them with attacks, so I suppose this fits the bill as well.

As for the last question, I think that they would simply be forced to comply, at least outwardly. Distorted!X never wanted to harm either of them, after all; he simply wanted them to see the errors of their ways and to give up on returning the children back to adults at all. Even if he did want to harm them, I doubt Distorted!Carmen as his muse will allow him to harm her beloved Yinnie in any way or form, so his end goal would be to beat Roland and Ayin into submission and force them into forgetting about the De-Agers in general and the fact that there was a life before the De-Aging Incident; he wants them to just enjoy the new life that they have without questioning it or seeking to return to a life before it. I believe he may try to destroy the De-Agers to reach his goals and attempt to force Roland and Ayin into accepting the fact that there's no way to turn back the clock as they originally wanted, though with his more...shall we say, warped mind, it may be possible to trick him into destroying similar-looking trinkets and hide the De-Agers until the opportunity is right to strike back...

But that's a line of thought for another time! For now, and as always, thank you ever so much for the fun asks, astrocourier, and for the immense patience you display while waiting for each answer. I hope to see more of your asks, and until next time, be well, stay safe, and see ya'!

#lobotomy corporation #library of ruina #my writing #ayin #manager x #roland #ask #distortions #I think that if Distorted!X does win somehow that Ayin and Roland would have a very tough time physically beating him #If they even can

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words-etched-in-her-skin · 2 years

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Pirate Alcina.

They stop at an island and Reader falls face-first into some unknown plants. Gets carried back to the ship and just wakes up SUPER horny and begging their Captain to fuck their brains out.

Turns out those plants contain a major aphrodisiac.

Also turns out Alcina has to actually work and isn't sure if the first mate is in their right mind for consent and doesn't know side effects which leaves her having to tie them to the bed so they won't harm anyone, which leaves them begging her to get fucked the entire time and soaking her sheets.

Go with that where you will.

(for kinky context, consent here would be given, since reader would also definitely beg her to fuck them if they weren't on aphrodisiacs.)

Alright, this is chapter is finally finished 😅 I may have strayed a bit from the original request, but eh, I had fun writing it! And I hope some of you will enjoy reading just as much ♥️ At almost 7,500 words, most of this goes under a cut 🤣

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A rogue ray of sunlight danced lazily over a patch of raven toned curls as Alcina stirred, her sea worn skin rising and falling in a soft rhythm with each slumbered breath that she took. Cascades of crimsoned silk surrounding her supple curves and a slight flush to her cheeks. It wasn’t very often that the famed Captain of the Bloody Maiden got to take a morning off just to sleep - but after a particularly weary week, Rynn had insisted upon it.

Having been by her side for the past several years, Rynn was more than just the Captain’s second in command. More than just a part of the ship. They were her lover, her best friend, and the only person on the high seas that Alcina could trust with her life (even if she’d never admit to such soft vulnerabilities).

So, when her trusted companion gave her their word that the ship would arrive safely to it’s next destination while she rested, she didn’t give it a second thought.

And for the most part, the morning had gone relatively smooth. Rynn’s soft gray eyes never leaving the horizon as their beloved Captain slept soundly beneath them. Alcina’s many trinkets and treasures swaying with gentle ease to the subtle rock of the Vatore Sea, the sun that was now nestled perfectly in the small window of her bunker reflecting softly and dusting tiny prisms across the Captain’s body.

Alcina had spent the last couple of decades making a name for herself. Ever persistent in keeping her ship and her crew far away from the Immortal Mother and the woman who ran it.

She learned everything she knew from Miranda, and some would even say she owed her. But Alcina vowed the very day she walked off that ship that she would forget every last thing her Captain had ever taught her. So, when her body jerked abruptly, ripping her from a very nice dream about a bratty first mate being tied to her bed - it wasn’t with rage or unkindness that she moved, but concern. Concern for her ship… for her crew… and most importantly - for the endearing, scarlet haired enby that was undoubtedly standing in a panic behind her wheel.

Out of all of the pirates on the high seas, Acina was most known for her gracefulness. Whether she was just getting dressed for the day or plunging her rapier through an enemies heart - she did it with the utmost of ease, with utter confidence. Her tall frame moving fluidly throughout the small cabin as she gathered various pieces of clothing. Soft black stockings that hugged her curves deliciously leading up to a satined crimson shirt - the midnight leather of her boots covering up to her knees and showcasing her supple thighs. She was a Captain renowned for her beauty - as well as her ruthlessness.

As soon as she rose from the lower deck, her gaze wandering to where the sun hung lazily in the sky, Alcina immediately knew that it was far too early for them to be hitting any sort of land mass - if they had been going in the right direction, that is.

“My Lady!”

The wide eyes of her companion Rynn Lancaster locked onto hers, icy steel meeting a warm glow of concern. The rare pet name always catching her off guard whenever the enby used it. And even though, yes, while technically she was of noble blood, her parent’s ship was sieged by Miranda’s crew and them killed when she was barely four years old. That life was one she knew nothing about.

“Rynn? Why have we stopped?”

“Ah.. well.. that is to say..”

“It seems our Rynn here got a little distracted and went the wrong way” The Captain’s middle daughter, Cassandra, spoke from behind them - a slight smirk upon her lips.

Her eldest, Bela, moved to place her hand on Rynn’s shoulder. “Don’t be too hard on them, Mother. The Vatore Sea looks exactly the same in every direction.”

“Yeah! Plus, whatever they were thinking about.. they were thinking very hard about it.” Daniela added, a smirk on her face that rivaled her older sister’s.

Alcina chuckled at the four of them. It had been years since she first adopted the girls. Promising their mother very early on that if anything ever happened to her, she’d never leave them in the hands of Miranda. And not a day went by where she didn’t think about the woman who birthed them - her soft smile and brilliant green eyes. She could still remember the day they arrived on Miranda’s ship like it was yesterday. How scared they all looked - how tiny. Alcina had never in all her years running the Bloody Maiden seen the girls take to anyone like they did Rynn.

“I have no intention of being angry with anyone, dear daughters. I just wish to know what happened.” The Captain replied calmly.

The flushed enby in front of her let out a deep sigh, putting on their most charming smile before responding.

“Ah.. right.. Well, Cass wasn’t too far off, heh. I was a bit.. distracted. By the time I realized we had been traveling true north instead of north east, the island was too close to change directions without hitting it.”

Alcina leaned in, the top of her shirt buttoned in a hurry and leaving less than little to the imagination. “Mh.. I see. Care to tell me what had my first mate so distracted?”

Rynn blushed, rubbing the back of their neck nervously before averting their eyes. “Er.. I, ah.. I’d.. rather not say, Captain.”

“Ha! That means they were thinking about Mom!”

“Daniela!”

“What?! Am I wrong?”

“Whether or not you’re wrong, none of us here want to hear about it.”

“Bela has a point.”

Daniela scowled at both Alcina and her sisters as the pink hue across Rynn’s cheeks deepened even more.

“A-anyways… we should probably try and figure out exactly where we are.” They quickly added, looking towards their Captain.

"I agree. Bela, would you run and get Sal for me, please? She has more experience with these waters than anyone here."

"Of course, Mother."

The blonde hurried off to find one of the newer members of the ship, a fierce pirate named Sal Moreau. Her inky black hair shimmering like a midnight sky as she followed the eldest Dimitrescu daughter to where the Captain stood.

"Aye? Yer needed me?"

"Mh.. it appears my first mate has steered us slightly off course. I was hoping you could tell us exactly how much time we've lost."

Sal walked to the front of the hull before lifting herself up onto it, a quick glance in either direction before she nodded and hopped back down.

"Heh, not too far off. If we can jus' get the ship back in tha water, we cud be at our destination by nightfall."

"Excellent. Thank you, Sal."

"Aye, o'course."

"Cassandra, you and Sal gather the strongest crew members and get started on ungrounding us. Rynn and I will check the island for food and essentials."

Daniela pouted as her older sister and Sal made their way to the lower decks. "Motherrrr.. can I come with you and Rynn? Pleaaaase?"

Alcina chuckled as she cupped her youngest daughter's cheek. "Very well. Just no goofing off, hm? I assume we won't be here long."

Daniela nodded, clapping her hands excitedly. "Of course! Thank you, Mother!"

"Bela, I'm leaving you in charge of the crew. Make sure everyone is doing what they can to get us up and going."

"Yes, Mother."

Alcina took a moment to grab her hat from her quarters before returning to the hull and her still slightly embarrassed first mate.

"Shall we, pet?" She asked warmly, extending her arm for the enby to take.

Rynn smiled, hooking their arm in hers. "After you, boss."

For the most part, Alcina couldn’t really complain about the morning’s events. While, yes, they were definitely a good amount off schedule - she was exceptionally well rested, the sky was clear and the air was fresh. And the sun was basking her companion in a luminous glow, accentuating their warm olive skin.

“It is not often I get to see you in this light, pet. I must say, it is stunning.”

Rynn bit their bottom lip, a fierce heat coming to their cheeks. There were few things in life the Captain enjoyed more than flustering her first mate. Than willing that beautiful crimson hue to spill across their skin.

“You are stunning, my lady.”

“Being all charming, are we?” The Captian smirked, making the redhead chuckle.

“Ah, well.. I am at my cutest when I’m being charming.” They replied with a wide grin.

“Mh.. that you are.”

“OKAY, HI.. STILL HERE. Can we talk about … literally anything else, please?” Dani interjected from behind her mother.

The enby laughed. “Sorry, Dani.”

“You did choose to come with us, my darling.” Alcina smirked.

“Moooooom.”

“Very well, my little moth.” The Captain replied with a chuckle. “We’ll stop.”

“Thank you.”

“.. for now.” Rynn added without missing a beat, pulling a deep laugh from Alcina. Daniela only rolled her eyes in response before skipping ahead of them with her machete to clear some of the brush.

Acina sighed in content. Even with an almost shipwrecked ship, she felt more at peace than she had in a long time. It was a rare occasion that she got to simply enjoy the company of her companion.

The island itself was quite beautiful, even if a bit overgrown, and the Captain knew it would’ve been an absolute waste to not stop and enjoy the little gifts that life occasionally gave her. The last few weeks had been rather hard on both her and her crew, after almost losing more than a few members during their last siege - and she sure as hell wasn’t going to pass up the chance to spend some quality time with Rynn.

Alcina smiled softly as her hand slipped into theirs, the immediate spike to their blush felt instantly between their touch.

“Sweet pet.”

In true Rynn style, the enby kept their eyes straight ahead, the blush across the bridge of their nose accompanied by a tiny smirk.

“Well.. someone’s certainly in a sunnier disposition than usual.. especially considering how far off course I’ve put us.” The first mate paused, looking up at their Captain, their demeanor slightly more solemn. “I am really sorry about that.” They added.

“Mh.. considering it’s given me a rare moment of free time, I shall let it slide, my pet.” Alcina replied, smiling at them fondly. “Were you afraid I was going to be angry with you?”

“I.. well.. I’ve seen you when you’re angry, boss. Made a vow a long time to do my best to never make you so.”

Alcina chuckled. “Understandable, pet. Though, I also made a vow a long time ago. To never treat my crew the way Miranda treated hers. Mistakes happen, you will not be punished.”

“I mean.. you could punish me.. if you wanted…”

Another chuckle. “Needy little pet.”

Rynn blushed fiercely before averting their eyes. “I’m just sayin’…”

“Mh.. noted.” Alcina replied with a smirk, caressing the back of their neck. “I would still like to know what had you so distracted, though.”

She watched as Rynn looked over at her daughter, who was still very much in hearing range and currently glaring at them.

“Heh.. maybe later.”

The Captain nodded, ravened locks shimmering in the sunlight. “Very well.”

Over the next half hour or so the three mostly walked in silence, the steady rhythm of Dani’s machete cutting through the thick brush the only thing to keep them company. An almost pungent scent filling the warm island air - slightly husky, slightly sweet. Alcina’s gaze rarely leaving her companion. She wasn’t sure of exactly what it was, but she never tired of looking at them. At watching how they moved and enjoying their little quirks. A pleased grin coming to her lips when Rynn picked up a rock from the path, something they did at every location the two of stopped at. An entire shelf in the Captain’s quarters set aside solely for their collection, and it made her smile every time she looked at it.

“Found a good one?”

Rynn smiled, looking over at her as they showed her the inside of their palm.

“Not too bad, kinda reminds me of you.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

The Captain chuckled, taking the seemingly ordinary rock between two fingers and holding it in the light. Each side was completely smooth save for parts of the edges that were a little more jagged. A black so dark she had to wonder if they had stumbled upon some obsidian, but the star-like iridescent speckles that covered it told her otherwise - even the dullest parts of the rock seemed to glistened in the bright sun.

“It is rather beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Well.. yeah.. I did say it reminded me of you.”

Even with the heat spreading across her cheeks, Alcina smirked, “Always with the charm, pet.”

“Always with the truth, boss.”

The tall woman laughed out loudly, placing the rock back into their palm.

“Yes, well.. it’ll certainly look marvelous in your collection.”

“WHAT IN THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL?!” Daniela interrupted.

“Daniela! Language. And there’s no need to yell.”

“Sorry, Mother.. but WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL!?”

Rynn chuckled. “It does seem to be getting stronger with every step.”

“Mh.. indeed. And it’s definitely floral in nature.” The Captain added. Her sister of the seas, Donna, had taught her that much.

Rynn nodded. “Just keep your eye out for anything that looks poisonous, Dani,”

Daniela waved her machete over her head in faux enthusiasm before running into the small opening ahead. “Aye aye!”

A single wink in the Captain’s direction was the only warning she got before her companion took off as well, a playful skip to their run. It wasn’t until she heard a loud thud followed by some immediate cursing that Alcina picked up the pace herself.

"Shit! Rynn.. are you okay??"

Alcina cleared the brush just in time to see her first mate face down in a large patch of flower bearing vines, the stench that had been following them almost overpowering. Her tongue clicking in worry as she walked closer to it, finding the enby's lean body barely discernible among the large purple and blue flowers.

"Daniela, what in gods happened!"

"I.. why are you asking me!? I turned around just in time to see them fall!"

"Rynn? Pet? Can you hear me?"

"Mmhmph!"

Alcina felt a surge of relief wash over her as soon as she heard her companion's muffled response. Doing her best not to get too close to the unknown plant, she knelt down, noticing the vines that were tangled around the enby's ankle.

"Stand back, my darling." She directed towards Daniela before unsheathing her sword. A loud 'swish' cutting through the island air as her blade swiftly did the same to the vines that surrounded Rynn, making the strong odor even more insistent. Their slightly disoriented figure slowly beginning to move, wobbly arms readjusting to push the top part of their body upright - warm olive skin covered in dirt and a slight flush of embarrassment.

"Heh.. think I found the source of the smell." They replied, spitting out a couple of petals.

The large woman held out her hand and gave Rynn a gentle smile as they rubbed the back of their neck nervously.

"Indeed, I believe you did."

The enby chuckled, quickly unraveling the vine from around their ankle before taking Alcina's hand.

"Thanks, boss."

"Of course. How are you feeling? Any odd sensations?"

"Ah.. other than feeling a little embarrassed, not really. A slight tingling, maybe?"

"Tingling where?"

"Er.. everywhere?"

"Mh… better to keep an eye on it, then. Nevertheless, we should get you back to the ship and into the bath, pet. I am unfamiliar with this plant or any of the effects it may have."

"Trying to get me naked, are we?" Rynn smirked, wiping the dirt from their clothes.

"Trying to make sure my first mate doesn't end up poisoned… brat."

“Do you two have to be gross every second of the day?” Daniela whined, making Alcina chuckle.

“My apologies, little moth.”

Her youngest daughter only rolled her eyes before heading off in the direction that would lead them back to the ship, her machete at the ready.

The walk back to the ship proved to be… interesting, to say the least. Alcina felt herself glancing at Rynn every few seconds, making sure they were still walking properly, breathing, and whether any other effects may be showing - luckily, the first two were a given. As for the latter, though... Rynn seemed to be getting more flushed with every new step that they took, their eyes darting around, tongue subconsciously licking their lips almost every second time Alcina looked at them. And eventually, they began fiddling with the buttons on their shirt, opening the first few and wiping their brow.

"Are you alright, pet?"

"I feel a bit... weird? And hot."

They took her hand without prompting, resting it on their forehead and against deep red strands of slightly dampened bangs.

"Am I feverish?"

The Captain stopped for a second, putting her other hand on Rynn's shoulder - not noticing how their breath hitched while she felt their temperature for just a moment.

"You don't seem feverish, no."

"Good." They replied, licking their lips again, eyes seeming to linger on hers for a minute longer than usual - not too much - but, of course, she noticed and arched an eyebrow anyways, making the first mate quickly clear their throat and look away.

"Mother? Are they okay??" The worried voice of Daniela yelled from the path ahead.

"I think so, my darling, but we should hurry just in case."

A few more minutes passed in which the enby had to stop every few steps to take a deep steadying breath, and Alcina made sure to stay close to them each and every time, even encouragingly stroked their back and hips - until they finally arrived back at the ship.

The captain felt a breath of relief leave her lungs the moment the familiar railing was back under her palm. With most of the crew were still working on the ship, she was pleased to see both Bela and Sal still on the ship.

"Mother-"

Alcina waved her hand, cutting her daughter's words short.

"How much longer until we're able to depart?"

"Aye.. shudn't be long now." Sal answered, her sharp eyes looking over the three of them. "Everythin' a'ight?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I've never seen Rynn look quite this flushed before." Bela added.

"And what the fuck is that smell?" Cassandra's voice slightly more nasally than usual as she boarded the ship holding her nose.

"Ah, that would be me, sorry." Rynn replied, looking sheepish and a bit more flushed than before - their shirt almost completely unbuttoned.

Alcina sighed, giving her first mate an empathetic look before answering. "We can across an unknown plant on the island-"

"Ha, yeah! Rynn came across it face first!"

"Daniela! Please."

Alcina gave her daughter a stern look.

"Sorry, Mother."

"Mh.. if you hadn't run off to begin with, little moth, Rynn likely would have been paying better attention to their footing."

"It's not her fault, my lady. I-"

"Hush.. the both of you."

Alcina could feel the good mood that had been with her for most of the day beginning to waiver, her worry for her companion starting to wear on it.

"Sorry, boss."

"Yeah.. sorry, Mom."

The Captain nodded, turning her attention back to Sal and the others.

"As it is, my main priority is getting Rynn out of these clothes and into a bath."

As soon as the words left Alcina's mouth, Rynn audibly moaned, drawing the attention of not only their companion but Sal as well.

"Eh.. wha' kinda plant didja say this was?"

"It's nothing I've come across in my travels before, honestly. The flowers on it were quite large, though. And the stench was rather.. pungent, to say the least."

"Blue an' purple? Vine like?" Sal asked, still watching Rynn as they undid yet another button on their shirt.

"... Yes, exactly.. how did you know?"

"Heh.. had more'n my fair share of experiences with the aphrodisiacs 'round these parts, Cap'n."

"The aphro-whats!?" Rynn exclaimed, eyes wide and cheeks flushed - their hand starting to fan at their face.

"Ah.. well, that explains some of the side effects." Alcina chuckled.

"Aye.. a strong one at tha'.. I'd get em' into the bath as soon as possible.. 'fore it gets any stronger."

"Oh, man.. good luck with that, Mom!" Her youngest cackled.

"Just for that, little moth, you can be in charge of heating the water for their bath."

"Ugh.. fineeeee." Daniela groaned, stomping off towards the Captain's quarters.

"Plus, it's not like Mom isn't used to Rynn-"

"Cassandra."

"Right, sorry." Cass chuckled. "I'll be down on the beach keeping the crew in line if anyone needs me."

"Is there anything I can do to help, Mother?"

Alcina smiled at her eldest before shaking her head. "Not at the moment, bug, but thank you."

The blonde nodded, returning back to her position at the hull.

“Hate ter say it.. but yer migh’ wanna let tha’ plant run it’s course ‘fore leavin’ here. Jus’ incase.”

“Mh.. you make a fair point. Thank you, Sal.”

The dark haired pirate grinned wide before she nodded, “O’course.. an' ah.. do yer best not ter touch 'em too much. Migh' prolong the effects."

The first mate promptly cleared their throat, "Ah ... I can think of at least ten reasons why not touching me is the absolute worst idea right now."

Alcina chuckled, shaking her head.

"I'll do my best, Sal. Bela, let Cassandra know that her and the rest of the crew will be in charge of searching the island for anymore resources once the ship is back in the water. I'll make a list of everything we may be low on."

"Yes, Mother."

“And tell them to be weary of their surroundings if the stench starts to grow stronger.”

Bela nodded.

"Thank you, bug." Alcina replied, giving her daughter a soft smile before turning her attention back to Rynn. Their shirt that was once neatly tucked in now almost completely off of them and a deep flush reaching all the way down to their sternum. "Now, pet. Let's get you into that bath. I'm certain Daniela has finished filling it by now."

The enby only nodded, doing their best to keep their composure under the ever growing effects of the plant.

As soon as the Captain took Rynn's hand in hers she could feel just how fast their heart was racing, how utterly warm their skin was. A dreamy look across their face as if they'd just been given the best orgasm of their life - half lidded and asking for more.

"How are you feeling, my sweet?"

Rynn looked up at her, a bite to their bottom lip and nothing but want in their eyes. And just like that, Alcina could already feel her reserve starting to fade. ”... do yer best not ter touch ‘em…” , Sal had said - a sentence the Captain knew would be far easier said than done. It’s not like she hadn’t noticed how gorgeous they looked - how needy they likely were. With skin a healthy flush and a body at the ready. Even just simply helping them strip of their clothes, it was more than apparent to her just how reactive they were simply to her touch.

“Like what you see, boss?”

Alcina could feel the enby’s gaze burning into her as she came out of her thoughts - a chuckle as she wondered just how long she’d been staring.

“You are rather stunning at the moment, pet. I do apologize.”

“Don’t apologize. Just fuck me.”

She’d be lying if she’d said those three words didn’t immediately will a heat across her body, a dark smirk coming to her crimson lips. Raising a single eyebrow, she leaned in - pulling the last bit of fabric from their flushed skin.

“Behave now, pet.. wouldn’t want to have to restrain you.”

“Oh, nooo.. please, anything but that.” Rynn bratted back with a smirk.

“Bath. Now.”

The enby only sighed, accepting their defeat as they lowered their body into the tepid water - steam encasing their lean frame. A sight, they were well aware of, that was not lost on Alcina, her gaze growing a little darker.

“Better? Boss?”

“Yes. Much.”

“You’re welcome to help me if ya like.. Or, you know, join me.. “

“Feeling bold, are we?”

“That’s putting it lightly… Mistress.”

“Tempting little brat.”

“I’m trying.”

“Bath, pet.”

“Fineee.”

Alcina chuckled, walking over to a small wooden desk at the far end of her quarters - littered with papers, ink, and her favorite quill. The invoice from the ship’s last inventory intake waiting for her right where she left it. She let out a large sigh as she sat down in the velvet adorned chair, taking a blank sheet of parchment from the top drawer. It wasn’t long, though, before the sound of water hitting her chamber floor pulled the large woman from her focus, the sweet scent of bath oils mixed her companion’s musk wafting over her.

“My pet, I-”

As soon as Alcina turned in her chair, the enby’s dripping body was straddling her, lips just inches from her own.

“Come now, Mistress. Why fight what we both know you want?”

The Captain chuckled, her hands coming to Rynn’s hips, halting their already gradual movements.

“I take it the bath didn’t help?” She smirked.

Even encased within their dampened skin, Alcina could see just how aroused they were. How badly they wanted her - needed her. Every inch of them screaming out for her touch as they leaned in a little closer, warm breath across her ear.

“Please." Rynn whispered.

Alcina rarely cursed, usually finding it to be a crude and vulgar thing - but as soon the word dripped so greedily from her lover’s lips, she knew there would never be a more appropriate time to start. Inviting, gray eyes watching her in desire. A light dusting of freckles under a warm pink hue, decorating the bridge of Rynn’s nose. Body, taut - wanting. Dripping and lean and out right begging for her.

The Captain took a deep breath. “Words can not express how enticing you are, pet, but I do actually have some work that needs to be tended to.”

“And if I refuse to let you?”

At this Alcina’s eyes grew a little darker. Her large frame lifting them both from the chair with utter ease - Rynn’s back against the mattress in a matter of seconds, legs wrapped around her waist.

“Needy enough to disobey your Captain’s wishes, hm?”

She reveled in how they shuddered beneath her - at how their whole body reacted to the mere proximity of her. The scent of their arousal thick in the air.

"Needy is an understatement here, boss."

Alcina chuckled, tongue darting out over her lips as she watched her companion's desire for her grow by the second. The length of them practically writhing against her.

"Mh.. then be a good little pet for me while I do my work."

It took almost all of the reserve she had left, but the Captain finally tried to pull away, making Rynn strengthen their hold around her waist, arms coming to wrap around Alcina’s neck.

"Rynn…"

"I can't possibly wait that long! I need you. Now."

Alcina sighed, shaking her head. "You leave me no choice then, my sweet."

The large woman looked down at her companion in pity, removing their arms from around her neck and placing them over their head. Even as she began meticulously tying the soft red rope around their wrists and ankles, they pleaded with her - begged for her. And it took everything in her not to ravage them on the spot.

Rynn’s svelte body pulling against their restraints. Every inch of them flushed - heated - with the measure of their arousal glistening between their legs. Alcina let out a hitched breath before rising from the bed.

‘Now, as I said.. be a good pet for me.”

“I- .. Alcina!” The enby pulled against the ropes a little harder, a look of utter betrayal on their face. “This is entirely unfair!"

“I gave you fair warning, my dear.” Alcina replied with a smirk. “But do not worry, I have every intention of wrecking you as soon as I’m done.”

“Hmph- .. still.” Rynn pouted. “Tie me up and then leave me all needy? Rude.”

“You know, I could always just search the island for resources myself, pet. The plant would certainly have enough time to wear off by then, hm?”

“Ah .. no.. that sounds like a terrible idea.”

“Mh.. then, behave.”

Rynn huffed, flopping the top part of their body down against the bed in frustration, which only made Alcina chuckle. And even though the enby did their best to comply, she could still hear their restlessness from behind her place at the desk. Muffled curses blending into the sound of quill against paper - the length of them tugging at their binds every so often as Alcina’s flawless handwriting spilled across the parchment in front of her. She almost felt bad for having to resort to such a method - but as a Captain, her work was never truly done.

She rose from her chair and stretched after the last item was finally written down, taking the sheet of paper into her hand. The strong scent of her lover's musk practically overwhelming as she turned to look at them - a down right pitiful sight, indeed. Hair a muss, body flushed and dampened with sweat, and the extent of their desire for her soaking through her satin sheets.

The Captain chuckled with a smirk. "Seems I should add new sheets to this list, hm?"

Rynn narrowed their eyes at her, a slight pout upon their lips. "Funny, boss."

"Mh.. poor, sweet pet. Looking so delicious."

".... This is unfair."

Alcina shook her head, chuckling again.

"I do apologize, sweet thing. I just need to deliver this list to Bela, I'll only be but a moment. Think you can wait a little longer for me?"

"If it's any longer than an actual minute, I may just rip through these restraints myself."

Alcina hummed, not able to stop her eyes from raking over their eager body - her tongue darting over her bottom lip subconsciously as she indulged in nothing but the sight of them. The thought of everything she wanted to do to her pet turning her want into a deep, pooling heat.

"Mh.. noted."

Fueled by absolute want, the Captain wasted no time in making her way up the steps that led to the hull. Giving her eldest a smile, she handed her the list to give to Cassandra and instructed her not to disturb her for the remainder of the day unless absolutely necessary. The blonde nodded, giving her mother a knowing look.

If she hadn’t known any better, Alcina would have sworn she was the one that had fallen face first into a massive aphrodisiac, her level of want growing by the second. The mere sight of them - bound and writhing - begging for her touch through breathy pleas. The scent of them so thick in the air that it seeped into her very being and willed her just the same. She wanted them. She wanted to fuck the plant right from their body and make them scream her name.

“I’m back, pet. Did you miss me?”

“My lady.. Captain.. Alcina.. please.. I-”

Alcina held up her hand to stop them, a smirk painted across her lips as she undid the first button on her blouse.

“My sweet.. have you ever known me to be a cruel and merciless Captain?”

“.. cruel, no… merciless, well..”

The enby paused and gave her a little smirk, making her chuckle.

“Touché’, pet. Though, I’ve yet to hear you complain.”

“Heh.. and you never will.”

“Good.”

Undoing the last button of her shirt, the crimson of it fell from her fair skin as she took another step in her first mate’s direction - hands coming to the hem of her pants - a sinful sway to her hips and a look in her eye that said she was about to devour them whole.

“Yep, I’ve been very good… Mistress.”

“Have you now? Is that why you’re all tied up?” The Captain chuckled.

“I- .. that wasn’t my fault! I fall into a mound of aphrodisiacs and I’m just expected not to wanna fuck you?”

“Mh.. you make a fair point, pet.” Alcina replied, her body covered in nothing but her intimates - black lace exquisitely hugging her curves.

“Good. Now, for the love of fuck - please, touch me.”

“As you wish.”

She moved like a predator in the night, eyes glowing and teeth bare. Her large frame encasing Rynn’s lean body before a single breath could fall from her lover’s lips. And oh, how they gasped as her fingers ghosted over their core, their arousal thickly coating their inner thighs.

“There is no sweeter sound, pet, than a plea upon your lips.”

An instant charge between them as the Captain moved in, gifting them with a heated kiss. Deep and languid and every bit exquisite. A soft moan muffled between bated breaths as fingers traced over Rynn’s entrance. The degree of their wetness immediately making Alcina moan in turn, the length of two fingers sliding in.

“Fuck.”

“Language, pet.”

A solid thrust punctuating her words.

“Mmph-!”

The sound of hemp tightening as Rynn’s hips moved fluidly to the rhythm of Alcina’s fingers. Experienced touches filled with absolute intention - sending a wave of heat across the enby’s body. Her sinful lips painting crimson across their flushed skin - nipping it as she went, marking them with her want.

“Mine. Alcina purred into their skin, biting them a little harder - her fingers curling indulgently with each deep thrust.

‘Y-yes.. all yours.”

“And so compliant today for your Captain today.”

“Mhmph.. yes-”

A supremely arousing hum rolling across her lips as she placed her thumb to their clit, forcing a third finger in.

“Ah-!”

"So eager to come."

Every inch of Rynn's body tensed as they tugged against their restraints, the length of them practically vibrating against them as they whimpered.

"Go ahead and come for me, little slut. It'll be the first of many."

Alcina quickened the pace of her fingers, matching the tight circles over her companion's swollen clit until a wave of pleasure crashed over them - soaking her bedsheets even more. Her soft lips firm against their own - tongues dancing sensually, swallowing their moan.

“M-more, please.” They pleaded.

“Oh, pet.. did you really think I’d be done with you already?”

A smug little smirk across red lips, making their way down the center of her lover’s sternum. Alcina’s mouth not stopping until it fully enveloped their core - this time allowing her skillful tongue to bring them back past the brink of pleasure and down again.

"Needy little thing."

She dragged her fingers over their already sensitive clit, making them shudder. Her eyes illuminated in the dim lighting of the room, glowing even more as she brought her fingers to Rynn's slightly parted mouth.

"Mh.. that's it. Be a good pet."

Their tongue warm, eager as it swirled around their Captain's fingers, cleaning them of their own desire.

"Tastes good, hm?" She smirked.

"You'd taste better, Mistress."

"Oh? Is that an invitation, sweet thing?"

"Mhm.. always."

An absence of warmth across flushed skin as Alcina rose from the bed, quickly discarding the last of her garments before settling herself between Rynn's outstretched arms - a voluptuous thigh on either side of their face as she straddled it. Her fingers firmly grasping onto the enby's hair the only warning she gave before lowering herself down into their greedy mouth.

"By all means, then, pet. Have a taste."

A hitched whimper falling from Alcina's lips, hands coming to caress over her breasts and tugging at her nipples. Her lover's deeply arousing moan muffled into her wet folds as it vibrated indulgently against her clit, forcing a buck to her hips.

"Mmh.. j-just like that, pet."

Every sinful curve of her body moving like a dancer trying to seduce it's partner. With flickering flames of candlelight licking at each one. Her movements slow - indulgent - fingers tangled into crimson locks as she pulled Rynn even closer. Where their tongue may have lacked her experience, it always made up for it in length and girth - filling her core effortlessly.

She could feel how badly they wanted to grab onto her, to hold her close as she ground her core down onto their fully lengthened tongue - the bind of their restraints being tested with each pull against them. Warm gray eyes staring up at her over soft curves, the dusting of freckles on their nose completely covered in her arousal as they pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Coaxing her higher and higher until her fingernails were digging into their scalp and her desire dripping down their chin.

A final trace of her companion's tongue up the slit of her before they chuckled.

"See? I was right.. the Mistress always tastes better."

Moonlit spheres melting into slivers as Alcina looked down at her pet with half lidded eyes, body completely relaxed yet yearning for more. Moving with the speed of a woman half her age, her lips were on theirs before they could even mutter a breath, the taste of her still prevalent upon them.

"Mh.. seems we'll have to agree to disagree on that, my sweet." She whispered into their ear before nipping at it, making them whimper.

She kissed them again before rising from the bed once more, the tip of her tongue just barely parting their lips and forcing them into a pout.

"... Tease."

The Captain chuckled, giving Rynn a smirk before opening the small chest at the end of her bed and reaching into it - the view of her exquisite body bent over in such a way almost stealing the breath straight from the enby's lungs. A slow ascend from her spot in front of them as she dangled a large black strap from her fingers.

"You were saying?"

"I- .. oh.. that.. I mean.. fuck.. y-yes. Yes, please."

"Mh... I assume you'd like this then?"

"Fuck... Yes... Don't make me beg again."

"Oh? But why? You've been doing such a good job at it."

"Alcina... Ma'am… I've been begging for you all day-"

Alcina chuckled again. "Touché. Very well, pet."

Barely a breath of a moment before she was undoing the binds on their ankles, the toy hanging sinfully from her hips.

"What are you-?"

"Hush, pet." She interrupted, cutting their words short with a single glare. "Do you really expect me to deny myself the exquisite view of your backside when you're this wet for me?"

As soon as Alcina untied the last bit of rope from the enby's skin, their ass was in the air - legs spread and core a dripping mess. A warm breath across Rynn's neck as she leaned in and pulled their hips back towards her.

"Captain's greedy little whore, hm?"

Alcina's voice was low and earthy, and every bit exquisite. The width of her hand coming down firm against one cheek and then the other, immediately making her companion yell out - their arousal glistening in the warm candlelight as it trickled out from wet folds and onto the soaked fabric below them.

Dragging her nails up the sides of their thighs, Alcina grabbed onto Rynn's hips once again - pulling them back even harder. The length of her strap forced down the slit of them, just barely slipping inside.

"Mmph! Fuck."

A hum of disapproval as another strike connected with the supple flesh of Rynn's backside, instantly reddening it.

"So vulgar today, pet."

"Ah-!"

The enby lengthened their hips back a little more, forcing as much of the large toy into their entrance as they could - the soft red rope that still bound their wrists tightening deliciously as they did. A low half growl reverberating in the Captain’s throat as one of her hands came to the base of the toy and slid it to the exact spot that she wanted it. Her keen sense of smell completely overrun by the mix of their musks.. it was heady and thick and oh so arousing.

“Mh.. I swear, my sweet. Every day with you is like an aphrodisiac.”

“S-smooth, Mi- Ah!”

Words of praise cut short by one meticulous thrust of Alcina’s hips, forcing the length of the strap deep inside them.

“Save your voice, pet. You’ll need it for all the screaming you’re about to do.”

She chuckled at their whine, at their whimpers and their moans. Each one needier than the last, all the more breathy and filled with nothing but want. The pace in which she fucked them gradual and teasing - allowing the toy a slow withdraw to the tip each time before driving it back in again. And she knew exactly what she was doing - slowly coaxing them closer and closer to the edge they so desperately yearned for. Her fingers pressing firmly into the flesh of their hips and leaving marks in their wake.

“F-faster, Mistress. Please.”

“Oh? Am I going too slow for you, sweet pet?”

“Fuck, Alcina. Please!”

The Captain chuckled again before halting her hips all together. A dark smirk across the crimson of her lips as she leaned over, trailing teeth across flushed skin.

“As you wish.”

Alcina swore those words would be imprinted into her lover’s flesh before the night was over. With a slight adjustment to her stance and their legs spread just a little bit more for her, she smacked their ass once again before thrusting the toy in roughly. An inherently desperate cry falling from Rynn’s lips as her pace proved merciless - one hand on their hip and the other on the back of their head, pressing them down firmly into the mattress.

Every orgasm that she willed across their body a testament to her skill - to her affection for them and her own level of desire. The harness of the strap rubbing deliciously against her clit with each movement, compelling the same prickling heat that held her companion hostage to take her just the same. She’d never heard her name screamed out so many times into the night - sometimes ricocheting off the sea worn walls of the small room, while others just barely audible as Rynn bit down onto the soft pillows of her bed.

The many marks that covered their lean body basked in moonlight and the sweat of their passion. And the Captain wasn’t wrong - barely a voice was left to them by the time the first signs of dawn started to peek through the small window of Alcina’s quarters. Their wrists freed long ago and their body a living covenant of her claim.

A soft tap on her bedroom door cutting through the aftermath of the last orgasm that washed over them both, her strap still deep in Rynn’s core as she placed a tender kiss to the back of their neck.

“Mh.. something tells me the others are ready to depart.” Alcina chuckled.

“Rude.”

“Still needy, are we?”

“For sleep and your cuddles, yes.”

Alcina sighed, allowing the toy to slide out slowly before wrapping her companion in a warm embrace.

“I’ll stay as long as I can, pet, but someone has to steer the ship.”

“But.. you haven’t even slept yet! Let Dani do it.”

The Captain let out a laugh. “You must be tired to offer such a suggestion. Plus, I got in plenty of rest yesterday and I’m feeling quite energized, to be honest.”

“Pft.. fineeee.”

Alcina chuckled again before placing another kiss to their neck and then their cheek. A soft smile covering the enby’s lips as they scooted a little closer to her.

“As it was, my sweet. You never did tell me what had you so distracted yesterday.”

“Oh.. that.” The enby paused, letting out a slumbered breath before answering. "You.. and.. and the future."

"Mh.. some would call it foolish for a pirate to think about the future, pet."

"Hm.. maybe.." Rynn replied, their words growing heavy with sleep. "... but it's just so easy when it comes to you."

#depravity answered #anonynous #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x oc #lady dimitrescu x rynn lancaster #re8 fanfiction #definitely got a bit carried away with this one lol #but I do hope you like it!#re8 asks

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rightpastnowhere · 2 years

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Right soooo.

3. Drinking Headcanon - Vex & Vax

8. Shopping headcanon - Tary & Vex

12. Friendship headcanon - Vex & Zahra

16. Appearance headcanon - Any de Rolo child of your choice.

IT'S VEX HOURS BABY!!! AND ALSO THE DE ROLO BABIES

hoo boy this is a long one. i’m so sorry. i am insane, and you activated the Vex Loving Hours

headcanon ask meme

3. drinking, vex & vax

okay. tipsy vex and drunk vex are very different. tipsy vex is loud and fun and flirty, alcohol chipping away at that composure she tries to keep locked down. her posture loosens up, and she thinks less about what she says - she snorts and giggles, her words slur together, and she doesn't hesitate to just... be. it frees her up a little. drunk vex, however, is just... sleepy. like, once she's truly hammered, she just gets tired. and a little cuddly. it's at this point that people can catch the slightest hints of a byroden accent, where she forgets the 'g' in 'darling'. i am absolutely stealing this from this fic by @notaficwriter which is cute and amazing and lovely and everyone should go read it right now. drunk vax, as we see in canon, is just a silly guy. he's a funny man. he jokes and stumbles around, and loves his friends so much, and is also more likely to have conversations with his sister about love. he gets stuck in physical closets instead of metaphorical ones. he’s a dork and also an enabler of chaos

vex and vax together being drunk... is just a wild ride. in the beginning, they're sort of playing off each other, trying to see whose tolerance is better, encouraging each other to throw darts (and daggers) when they can't walk straight. but before vox machina, it was rare that they ever got drunk together. they knew the dangers of being intoxicated when they were nobodies, flitting from city to city, and if they weren't in the woods they were wrapped up in shady shit. if they got their hands on some good alcohol, they'd take their turns, and usually with trinket on watch, too. they wanted to enjoy some of the little things, but not at the risk of each other. sometimes they'll still fall into the habit with VM, starting to argue over who's the designated driver monitor for the night, before remembering, oh, we don't need to do that anymore. and then they get Plastered

8. shopping, tary & vex

tary and vex both adore shopping. in fact, it's one of their little bestie bonding activities - just heading out to shop, either in whitestone (it's still recovering, but by the time skip some of the cute little stores have definitely begun to reemerge) or in emon. they go clothes shopping and enable the shit out of each other. vex has a slowly growing collection of elaborate hair clips, one that percy eventually makes a whole cabinet for. they also hit up armories and weapon shops like mall shops - "ooo, would you just look at these arrows? oh, gods, they're so gorgeous" "vex'ahlia, you have to see this armor, oh it's so lovely-" "ooooo you have to get it!!" “oh taryon, have you seen this mace? oh it’s so darling” “oh pike would love that” “she would!” and. they’re kind of joking, but kind of not. it is so confusing to all of the shopkeepers, it's great

the thing is, though, that initially, shopping was a huge conflict between them. their original animosity really centered around money - tary flaunted it like it was nothing, expected vex not to know shit about it, and to top it all off, it wasn't even his own hard earned money. he was coasting on dad’s coattails (and, even though we learn later that his dad is a dick, i can imagine that vex was a little bitter that at least this rich fuck’s rich fuck dad actually gave him something). even after tary's false bravado has dropped and vex has taken him in as her latest stray, he still has no concept of how money works, or its value. "it's a banana! how much could it cost, a platinum piece?" kinda vibes. he has no fucking idea how to haggle, either, and it nearly causes vex to go grey early. their earliest shopping trips are doubling up as educational moments. vex is gonna help this man learn money sense if it kills her

(they occasionally bring percy along as well, since he actually loves shopping nearly as much as them, but for the most part this is a ritual that the two of them keep to themselves during the year-long break. and occasionally, post-canon, during reunions they’ll slip away for some nostalgic browsing. just to feel a little more normal)

the rest of the headcanons (zahra and vex, the de rolo babies) are under the cut because i. went insane

12. friendship, zahra & vex

ZAHRA IS ONE OF THE MOST UNDER-APPRECIATED CR CHARACTERS AND I LOVE HER FRIENDSHIP WITH VEX SO MUCH THANK YOU

okay. listen. they give off the vibes of those friends who dated for a while and broke up amicably but still are all close and would absolutely agree to a friendly hook up you know. like that’s what i do with them in a modern au. but in canon they just... they have the vibes, okay. there’s a post somewhere with a gif of vex saying she’s got a crush on zahra, and i haven’t been able to find the actual moment but i hold this so close

ANYWAY! they have the weirdest friendship. half the time, when they get together, they just... sit in a library. or a room. and just read. they don’t talk to each other for hours, and say it’s some of the best company they’ve ever had. the other half of the time, they go out and absolutely fuck up the nearest tavern. they drink people under the table and threaten a healthy amount of creepy fuckers who try and hit on them. they throw darts absolutely plastered (vex) and cast one too many inebriated spells (zahra), and are just generally a fire hazard. and, again, they say it’s some of the best company they’ve ever had. they’re wild adventurers, going hard in their celebrations in part of the job description, but they’re also nerdy little introverts who find solace in the quiet company. they also have a pair of sending stones, and will drop everything to go help when the other calls. they’re ride or die, and have each other’s backs

also, post-canon, they have a lot of meet-ups that double as play dates, because the the zahra/kashaw twins and vesper are about the same age, and i imagine those weren’t the last of the hydris kids. also, of course, zahra absolutely adores gwen - vex named the kid after her, for fuck’s sake, which brought zahra to actual tears when vex told her, because she’d had her self-worth stripped away just like vex had; she never even dreamed someone would think highly enough of her to give her name to someone so precious. so, naturally, zahra is the most called-upon babysitter once gwen is around, at least until vesper is old enough for the responsibility (although zahra still volunteers her help). she also helps gwen a lot with coming into her tiefling heritage, and helps the rest of the de rolos learn infernal, touched by how dedicated they all are to helping gwen feel included and loved

16. appearance headcanon, any de rolo baby

again. i have no self restraint. so i’m gonna do all of them. but i might cut it down to one particular trait because this post is getting out of hand

vesper: i think she’s definitely celestial plane-touched in some way, shape, or form, whether she’s an aasimar or not (and i’ve started to slip to @essayofthoughts‘s side of this whole matter, with her not being an aasimar but still pelor-blessed), but i don’t think she was born with any visible signs of it. i think she was born with dark hair, almost vex’s color but a touch lighter, and that after some incident as a kid (or just more exposure to magic and pelor-related magic, i’m not sure) it started to grow in white. soon after, her light brown freckles gained a cluster of silver ones scattered about, catching the sun the same way vex’s golden ones do (a headcanon i will die on the hill of)

leona: her hair is an absolute bitch to maintain. not only is it frizzy, but it’s frizzy curls. as someone with frizzy curly hair (that, actually, was not curly for the first bit of my life), it can be an absolute nightmare in any sort of humidity, or if you don’t use the right hair stuff. i think it’s less of an issue than it would be, given whitestone’s location, but any time they travel to byroden - or, hell, even emon - if leo doesn’t keep it fully braided or tied up, the frizz doubles it’s size. wolfe makes so much fun of her when it happens for the first time, calling her “lion-mane leo” in the brattiest way a 12 year old can. (he would have the same problem if his hair wasn’t cut so short)

wolfe: he’s got a round lil face, simply because i think it would be adorable. also, i think he’s got pretty strong freckles - the normal kind, but darker than vesper’s normal freckles because he spends more time outside. i headcanon him as a bow user (fighter class, specifically), but despite the bow not necessarily being a strength weapon and more dexterity (looks at vex’s 7 strength), he’s worked hard to build up some muscle so he can be useful in any sort of fighting. he’s got a protective streak a mile wide - for his siblings, of course, and the rest of his family, but also for anyone who’s disadvantaged or picked on. also, he has the absolute best style out of all of the kids. he’s the best dressed for every occasion. he and vex are a force to be reckoned with

also, for both of the twins: they’re the tallest of the kids, and they’re total dicks about it. they lord it over all of rest like it’s something to brag about, even though they’re the only ones who actually give a fuck. vesper only did for a little bit, once she stopped growing and they kept on getting taller, but got over it relatively quickly. the twins, however, did not. it’s hilarious. actually, the only one who gets huffy about it is percy - they end up just a smidge taller than him, once they’ve reached their final heights (although he’s mostly just emotional that they’ve grown up so much)

vax’ildan/freddie: i keep focusing on their hair BUT... i imagine he’d grow out his hair. not as long as vax’ildan did, and it’s a lot curlier than vax’s was, but the similarity still strikes vex every now and then. it actually hits percy on occaison, too - i imagine little ludwig had curly dark brown hair, and that when it got long he would tie it back until he could be bothered to get it cut, and it looked a little similar to how freddie wears it. i also think, as freddie grows older, it becomes apparent that he inherited vex’s complexion - his skin holds a decent tan through the winter, and is sun-warm light brown in the summer, especially when he starts spending more and more time outside with charlie. eventually, he looks more like vex’s mini than vax’s (or ludwig’s), which helps with the sting of resemblance

gwen: okay so i had a dumb headcanon for her ombre hair but then i looked up ipkesh’s appearance, and he ALSO has ombre hair and red skin, so i assume she just has those features because her planal affiliation comes from the ipkesh pact. BUT i’m gonna use the headcanon anyway, so: please imagine gwen trying to dye the rest of her hair white so she matches with vesper. it’s a disaster and it’s absolutely adorable

ANYWAY ANYWAY i just. please consider gwen with a little gap between her two front teeth when the adult ones grow in. combined with the little tiefling fangs that she has. she is the cutest kid in all of whitestone and everyone knows it. also, her horns kinda confuse me a little bit - they’re small, but they seem to be in their standard adult shape. i can’t imagine the s-shaped ones can grow any longer given their shape, and horns don’t just... increase in size, so those horns would have to be fully grown despite her young age (aside from scaling up as she grows up). but she does have those lil nub horns, so my idea is that eventually those will grow a little more and curve a little more, and then finally she’ll have a third pair of shorter, basically-nub horns that grow in. i just think that would be neat and adorable, and i haven’t seen a lot of multi-horned tieflings

holy shit i wrote so much i am. so sorry

#this is a bEHEMOTH #vex’ahlia #vax’ildan #taryon darrington #zahra hydris #vesper elaina de rolo #leona de rolo #wolfe de rolo #vax'ildan de rolo #gwendolyn de rolo #perc’ahlia #critical role #vox machina #essayofthoughts #ask meme

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merakiui · 2 years

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I read Love me Not religiously now and I CAN’T WAIT for what you have in store for us when it’s Dottore’s turn, especially after that sudden teaser dropped by Hoyoverse.

BUT!!!

I do now have a thought after rewatching some K12 music videos. If Riddle’s darling is itty bitty for who knows how long now, imagine how difficult it’d be to escape despite how easy it sounds because of her size. It’d be like navigating through the maze of roses in something as simple as a cabin, but our devilish Goldfish just LOVES making things difficult with the strings attached. It makes me wonder if he’d infantilize her now that she’s small. Maybe leave her children’s poems to keep her entertained, knowing that she wouldn’t adjust immediately even out of fear. Especially the How Doth The Little Crocodile poem!

If she’s still cheeky, she’d probably sass him over the fact that this shrinking spell was an excuse to heal the pride over his height. Oh he thinks life is easy now that Darling is small and harmless? No, no, no… she’d most definitely be plotting and looking for key holes, slightly opened windows, etc to climb through and escape like a dorm mouse.

Dottore's fic is going to be a wild ride. >:) It's a modern au that is broken up into two parts and the first part is halfway finished. With the recent trailer I've been even more eager to finish it!! I think you'll enjoy it if you like high stakes, life or death situations, and shocking twists!

I like to imagine Riddle purchases various dollhouse items and is constantly arranging the scenery outside and inside just to keep himself entertained and to prevent you from learning your surroundings and any possible escape methods. He loves decorating the dollhouse with new trinkets just to give it a more Heartslabyul-esque look. He buys tiny books and will keep the bookshelf stocked with poetry novels, children’s stories, and picture books.

Your wardrobe is filled with beautiful, frilly outfits! Now that his mother isn't here to dictate your fashion, Riddle gets to choose your clothes based on his own interests. He'll make sure every outfit is tailored perfectly. Red is almost always incorporated in the outfit, and he likes it when you wear the jewelry he gets for you. You're basically just his doll now and sometimes Riddle forgets that you're human just like him. He won't ever forget that you're his fiancée, though.

What's worrying about being so small is Riddle's temper, which is much bigger now that you aren't human-sized. Whenever he slams his fist down on the table, the entire dollhouse shivers and some of the things inside come tumbling down. His rage could very well lead to the house's downfall, as every spat between you and him could produce a Riddle-made earthquake. Since Riddle's so much bigger and taller than you now (for once lol), he has to actually take what little physical strength he has into account. He doesn't have any intention to injure you, but it can be difficult to remember that when he's angry. Although if you do happen to escape he can easily pick you up like a dormouse and set you back inside the house (or an empty teapot if he wants you to join him for a tea party in the rose maze).

Pray that you don't run into Trey or Cater because as much as they'd like to help you they have to answer to the dorm head first. They don't want a beheading, after all! Maybe you're better off seeking help from someone else on campus, but who knows what sort of characters you might encounter if you find your way out of the dollhouse, out of Riddle's room, and out of Heartslabyul altogether.

Who knows! You might just meet a certain cat whose curiosity got the better of him while Riddle's busy with Housewarden duties. Hopefully he'll be willing to help you.

#twisted chit chat #riddle reads the how doth the little crocodile poem to you every night before bedtime <3 #and when that gets old he'll read other poems and books to you #he tries very hard to be good to you despite the instances where his temper boils over

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idyllic-affections · 8 months

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So quick question, ik your currently in the middle of the Xianzhou Arc but how much do you know about the High Cloud Quintet? Im pretty sure it’s not really mentioned that much in the story quest but i wanna know how much you know about since i have one BIG BRAINROT OF PLATONIC HSR CHARCTER AND READER BREWING that i wanna share but i dont wanna spoil you

All of the vidyadhara are aware they are going to forget everything but they seem to fine with it. They all know when they’re going to be self reincarnate, so im guessing they have some time to wrap up some loose ends. Also about the vidyadhara writing diaries thing, that is actually canon, as some vidyadhara leave diaries, information or heirlooms for their incarnation to inherit. However, many newly reborn vidyadhara lack emotion and are unable to identify sentimental items belonging to their past selves, so any discarded items are resold as trinkets. Which is honestly sad but a good source of angst if you know what i mean ;)

But yeah they cant pass down their lineage which fun fact, caused one of the Xianzhou ship, the Xianzhou Fanghu to cut off most of their communication and trade with the other Xianzhou ships (the reason was they are trying to recuparate from the Third Abundance War)The Xianzhou Fanghu is mostly governed by the Vidyadhara and with how they are trying so hard to avoid their population to decrease (bc again if a viydhara dies, it becomes a very serious issue) i have a feeling it is definitely going to be part of the story quest in the unknown future. (How do i know all this? The HSR wiki and my incessant need to research everything and anything relating to my brainrot :) )

Ok so i sadly havent played the fontaine quest yet (i have no time to play genshin impact and honkai star rail together. So i have to sacrifice one of them T.T) but what do you think of ex fatui agent reader adopting Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet? Am i saying that the reader should adopt anyone who are traumatized by the fatui? Yes. Am i trying to make the “Traumatized by the Fatui support club” bigger? Also yes. Idk i just want some hurt/comfort

Why do i feel like Qingque would run the second she sees her older sibling? Like she’s just slacking off but then her older sibling gets around the corner and she’s just gone. No evidence that she was ever there as she is NOT going to deal with their scolding today. She is immensely scared of their scolding and anytime they come back, she would be uncharacteristically doing her work. Basically Sayu and Kano Nana (a shrine maiden who is tasked to look after our sleepy ninja) vibes

- 🐱 Anon

hi lovely! i know like... nothing at all, but nonetheless, please do send me your brainrot and i'll get around to replying once i know more <33 if you put a spoiler warning at the top, i'll know to scroll past. plus i don't really take spoilers too seriously so don't worry too much!

THEY'RE AWARE?!?! THEY KNOW WHEN IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN????? i am INSANE about them omgwmevskhnevbf ALSO I LOVE THAT I LOVE BEING RIGHT /lh but ohkhngkhngbg...... that idea is so fascinating to me. it doesn't have to be sentimental, i think. it could just be... information. which i imagine if it were somehow useful to the newer incarnation, they'd be more inclined to keep what was left behind. but at the same time i don't think it matters if they keep it, because i feel like... there's a sort of distinction between incarnations. i feel like it would be wrong to consider them the same people. i imagine there are probably some vidyadharas who lived vastly different lives throughout incarnations. so it feels like there should be a certain amount of... distance and separation between incarnations. so perhaps rather than seeing it as "my past self left something behind for me," it would be more like "my predecessor left something behind for me" because in a way, incarnations could be seen as related, but maybe they shouldn't be seen as the same as one another?!?!?! IDK I'M RAMBLING SORRY

as for lyney lynette and freminet--were they traumatized by the fatui, though? i'm not sure that they were. i don't think they're evil, but i also don't think they were victims of the fatui necessarily and i think they work voluntarily for arlecchino. i think their intentions are good. i do not think the fontaine siblings are evil... but, ex-fatui agent [name] knows better than anyone that the fatui is downright evil and wicked. dottore's affairs generally do not concern the knave, so i think they would be less guarded around the siblings despite knowing that they are fatui, because what are they going to do? tell arlecchino? it doesn't concern her. i also believe [name] would warn them. "i know you all have good intentions," they'd say, "and you want to help, but the fatui does not help. they have never helped. a shitty person can do one good thing, but that does not make them any less of a shitty person." which is in reference to the good thing arle did. didn't she like... murder a creepy old guy?? yeah. i think. anyway. idk if that's canon or not but. [name] wants to help them, they do, but they are not willing to put their family (collei & scara) in danger for some random kids. what those three do is up to them. [name] knows the most vile sides of the fatui very personally. their advice, when it comes to the fatui, is not to be taken lightly. if the fontaine siblings want to run away? great. [name] will help. they've evaded the doctor for years; if he can't catch them, what makes the knave think she could find the siblings if they were helping them hide? she couldn't. simple. but if the siblings don't want to run? fine by [name], but that will be the last time they speak to those three, no matter how much they plead and promise not to utter a word about the fact that they met a highly-coveted fatui escapee.

[name]'s family comes first.

but please note that i haven't done the quest either! so idk how in-character that is for the fontaine siblings.

ANYWAY AIDHSKGJG SHE TOTALLY WOULD. she may have been slacking off before but you BET she is up on her feet and running for her life the second she hears that her big sibling is back.

#aphelion replies: 🐱 anon 🌸

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outeremissary · 1 year

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I was late to the asks so idk if you’re still doing them, but if you are…

💖,🌹,💜,🍆 for Marcus!!

Never too late! Seriously, as long as I can tell what prompt list something is responding to I'll try to answer even if it's months late. I usually only get like two asks max per list I post anyway. Though of course sometimes I get stuck on random ones and take months...

Anyway, from this list.

💖 Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way?

The question saying "in love" makes it hard to see this as anything besides a romance despite how the rest is structured... "In love" has some pretty specific connotations in English, after all. I love my friends very deeply, but I'd never say I was in love with them. And I don't think anyone could discuss a familial relationship in relation to a sentence that started like that... but anyway. My late night grousing aside.

I suppose Marcus must have had a crush at some point when he was a kid, before things really went south with his family. He seems like the sort of person who would spend a lot of time agonizing over the perfect confession, even as a kid (maybe especially as a kid). He'd plan the date and time and event for confessing his feelings. He'd write and rewrite love poetry, getting more and more frustrated with it, and try to show an adult some for critique before getting nervous and snatching it away right as they began to read. He'd waffle back and forth on the poem, throwing it out and then taking it out of the trash and painstakingly rewriting it on nicer paper in his best cursive. And of course he'd be the sort to try to get a gift- it's the right thing to do, right? Flowers, chocolate, some cute little trinket. He'd figure all that out and probably have everything all assembled, and then the time would come and he wouldn't have the courage to go through with it. He'd hold it in and keep moping as long as it took the roses to wilt and the candy to be eaten. Then he'd try to forget all about it. He'd be awkward for ages afterwards. I have to imagine this was the basic template for his precocious crushes- some on peers, some on a particularly handsome teacher or mentor. Some known, some possibly requited, some not. And none of them went anywhere at all.

In the end, all his little affections and any lingering romantic angsts he might have had were ended abruptly by the crushing weight of an unexpected and early adulthood. When his family's fortune was lost and it became necessary for him to be a significant earner for the household he stopped thinking so much about others like that. I suppose it was all consumed by the anxiety he now feels interacting with anyone who could discover him. And it's all too much work, and he's so tired, and it could never work out. He just has to focus on his devotion to his family. That's all.

🌹 How easy is it for them to connect with others and make friends? On the flip side how easy is it for them to make an enemy of someone? Are they the kind of person who hangs around the food table at a party and never talks to anyone or are they the type who can talk to anyone?

It's not very easy for him to connect with others. He's good at coming across as polite or professional, but making actual connections is tricky. He's a somewhat standoffish person who can be intensely rules obsessed, judgmental, and moralizing, and he doesn't really understand how to positively interact with others while maintaining healthy boundaries or asserting his own needs. As a result he comes off as either intensely combative or as a serious doormat in most of his personal relationships. It's as unpleasant for him as it is for other people, but he tries not to dwell on it. It seems best not to connect anyway- after all, the other reason for his isolation is his need to maintain the secret of his double life to protect his family's reputation and cover for his father's failings.

I imagine that it's not hard for Marcus to make enemies, or at least to amass a list of people who really dislike him. See above. He's not really a charmer- you know as well as I! Most people dislike putting up with his abrasive attitude or find him to be a suckup. His perfectionist tendencies make him unpopular at his job as well- he's the type of person to ask to be added to projects just so that he can appoint himself the editor/person doing the final checks because he doesn't trust anyone else to do things correctly or to a reasonable standard. He always wants to correct things on other people's desks. And on top of that, he's late or absent so often... He's a hassle to work with! No one can argue with his results, but no one can tolerate him beyond that.

As for parties, you've seen that yourself. He's able to talk to anyone, but really he doesn't like to... once he's hit what he thinks is the mandatory threshold of polite interaction, he tries to find somewhere to stay out of the way.

💜 Music or Silence? Swords or Spells? Cities or Nature?

Silence. Not out of any dislike of music, it's just easier to work in quiet places. He appreciates quiet space to relax as well. I think for him there's an association between music and crowded or busy places. Big social situations seem a bit anxiety inducing for a number of reasons. He prefers spells to swords- swords aren't good for much, after all! You can use magic to communicate, to clean, to count things, for transportation, to heat your drink... What are swords good for? Showing off and killing. Both aren't very good things. He's not interested in either use. Between cities and nature he prefers cities- he's hardly ever been outside of Absalom. I think he hasn't spent much time in rural areas and he dislikes them simply for their unfamiliarity. City parks are fine though! Nature has to be something you can ingest in bites.

🍆 Tea or Coffee or Hot Chocolate? Sweet or Spicy? Fruits or Vegetables?

He's a serious coffee drinker. Not because he has any special passion for it, just because it's easy to get cheap, adequate coffee to stay awake for early shifts or overtime hours. He'd prefer sweets- once more, not out of any special passion for sweet things. He's got low spice tolerance and can easily get an upset stomach from spicy things. Something sugary is safer. Of fruits or vegetables, he'd prefer fruit. He just prefers the array of flavors- perhaps he likes natural sweetness after all? But he's not exactly picky about vegetables. He'll dutifully eat most foods he isn't very fond of, even if internally he's cringing.

#marcus de luca #ask me emithing #ask game #bearvanhelsing #sorry if the marcus answers aren't as vivid as some other stuff.#I feel like there are still a lot of details emerging about marcus #and some aren't the kind of thing I'm satisfied with on the first go #ultimately for characters I don't know well or topics I don't think about these games always represent a first draft

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siren song 7/?

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Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Summary: For a moment, just a second, it looks like the man’s eyes are black, even under the warm golden light from the ceilings, but when Tommy looks back up after glancing at the bottle of whiskey held in a surprisingly delicate looking hand, the eyes he sees looking back at him are brown. Dark, but nowhere near dark enough to be considered black by any stretch of the imagination. The man, who’s name Tommy realises he doesn’t know, doesn’t show any sort of expression on his face, but he still gets the impression he’s being laughed at somehow.

Tagging: @the-makingsofgreatness @zablife @lyarr24 (just let me know if you want to be added on or taken off)

Tobias keeps sending the gifts. Not all of them are big, extravagant gestures, though there’s a few every so often just because he can. It becomes like a game, of sorts, especially when a good amount of them return unopened, and slowly he learns what the other man keeps and what he doesn’t. Flowers are always sent back quickly but the books are kept. Sometimes the drawings return, but most times they don’t. The bottles of wine never get returned, but neither do the trinkets, and every letter he writes along with them never makes it back to him, though he can’t quite confirm that. It’s been a month since the room, and they’ve barely talked since, and even then it’s only ever been work-related.

“Excuse me,” Tobias clears his throat, and the sudden sound in the small shop makes the attendant flinch slightly. It’s not an uncommon occurrence. People tend to forget he’s around, especially when he’s focused on not making a sound, and he has been standing in front of the rack for at least ten minutes now, unmoving. The fabric feels soft under his fingers, but more importantly it feels sturdy and warm, and with the weather getting colder and colder it’s going to become a necessary purchase very soon. “How much for these?”

The shop assistant looks at him warily for a second, until the lure of the sale becomes too great, and Tobias has to stop the man from recommending additional items to him.

“Just these. I’d like them wrapped, if that’s something you offer. The extra cost is no bother.”

“Of course, sir.”

If he were human, or if he had any need for any of the currency that people relied so heavily upon, the total read out to him would have made him wince. For the quality, it’s not unreasonable, and they are well-made. He pays the price without any objection and waits by the counter for the attendant to finish packaging up the order.

“Have a nice night, sir. Come back any time.”

The night is relatively quiet when he steps out of the store, not that it ever truly gets quiet. There’s always people going about their business at all hours, so he doesn’t look out of place with the package held under one arm. People pass him by without a second glance and there’s something that’s still amusing about how they seem so blissfully unaware of the predator walking among them, even all these years later.

It’s hard to tell what about the window display catches his interest. He glances at the arrangement reflecting the light from the streetlamps and stops for a second to readjust his grip on the package before he opens the door and steps inside. The scent inside the store isn’t far off from what he was expecting; warmth and oil and the sharp tang of metal. He has a feeling the gifts will go over much better with this included.

“How can I help you, sir?”

“The arrangement from the window. I’ll take it, and the one beside it.”

“I’m afraid those aren’t for sale, sir, those are just our display models.”

“Do they work?”

“Well, yes, but-”

“Then I’ll take them. Name a price, but I’m afraid I won’t be leaving here without them.”

Tobias watches the frustration and the surprise warring on the man’s face for a few moments until the surprise wins out. It’s helped along by the considerable amount of money that Tobias sets down on the counter, and the notes get snatched up the second the shop owner realises he’s being deadly serious, almost taking Tobias’ fingers with it.

“I’ll need two boxes of these, for each of them,” he says, pointing to the boxes in the glass cabinet, “No, make it three. And the display boxes in the window. I don’t want to be walking around with them in the open.”

Tobias can practically hear August’s voice in his ear scolding him for spending this much money at all. He can imagine the lecture he’d be forced to listen to if any other them knew what he was spending the money on.

“Do you do engravings?”

“No, sir.”

“No matter, I can handle that on my own.” As an afterthought, he swipes up two of the bottles sitting on the counter and adds it to the considerable pile that’s accumulated. “These too.”

By some miracle, he manages to get all the boxes and packages back to the car without dropping anything, though it’s a near thing when he’s finished with the trip and makes it back to the house. The neighbour’s dog slips through the gap in the fences and charges towards him as soon as he picks the boxes up off the passenger side seat. Tobias doesn’t know how old Winston is, exactly, but despite the way he jumps up in excitement, he’s far from a puppy.

“Yes, it’s nice to see you too, my friend. No, no, don’t- Well alright then, come on in.”

Winston follows him inside and shadows him up the stairs, sniffing everything he sees as they go, and when Tobias turns around to look for him when he’s finished putting the day’s purchases carefully away in the closer he’s sitting out in the hall just outside the bedroom, waiting.

“I don’t have anything to feed you, I’m afraid. Downside to not needing to eat. I never have anything to feed to guests,” Tobias says, following the dog back downstairs, talking as he goes. It’s strangely comforting, knowing that he can’t be judged for what comes out of his mouth. “Well, there’s wine in the cellar, but I don’t think that’d be very enjoyable for you. I know the feeling. Can’t drink it, myself, but it’s a good thing to have regardless. Humans really do seem to love it.”

His neighbours will be coming home soon, they seem to keep a fairly regular schedule, and sooner or later they’re going to notice that their dog has disappeared from their yard.

“You’re a lot less noisy than you usually are. I wonder if it’s because you just like to hear yourself, or if there’s some other reason. Maybe it’s that small yard?” As soon as he sits down on the arm chair, Winston sits down at his feet and tilts his head back, looking at him as if begging for the scratches he knows Tobias can give. “Alright, just for a few minutes, then I have to take you home.”

An hour later, there’s been no sign of his neighbours coming home, and Winston has fallen into a light doze at Tobias’ feet, snoring softly.

“I can’t wait here all night, I have things I have to do. Stay here, and I’ll be back soon. I’ll even bring you back some treats, how does that sound?” He takes the furiously wagging tail as confirmation and takes Winston up to the bathroom, laying down an old blanket and a few pillows to cover the cold tiled floor and make it comfortable. “Here you go, old boy. Fit for a king, if I do say so myself. Take care not to spill the water.”

Instead of going to the Garrison, he heads towards the house on Watery Lane with the packages, ignoring all the curious looks that get thrown his way as he walks. He’d purposefully made the drive to London for his impulsive shopping trip. Aside from the bigger city having a wider variety of stores to get lost in, there hadn’t been anyone to recognise him and wonder what he was doing.

“What do you wa- Oh. Tobias.”

“Evening, Ada. Is your brother in?”

“Which one?”

Sofia can never meet Ada, Tobias decides. They’re much too similar. The glint of amusement in Ada’s eyes is something he’s seen from Sofia a thousand times over by this point, and the world might just implode if they were ever together in the same room.

“He’s upstairs, just go right up. Second door on the right.”

“Thank you. For you.” He holds out one of the smaller packages, wrapped in plain brown paper, and knows from the slight nod she gives him that she takes it for the blatant bribe that it is.

“Thank you. It was nice not seeing you tonight, I never even answered the door when I heard the knock.”

“What knock?”

The wood creaks underneath his feet as he scales the stairs to the second floor, and the hallway is dark except for the flickering light coming from underneath the second door on the right. Candlelight, he guesses, by the way the soft light shifts. Tobias keeps his footsteps louder than he normally would, stepping with a little more force so his approach won’t be a surprise to anyone, and knocks softly on the door.

“What?”

“May I come in?”

After a long pause, he hears the doorknob turning, and what light spills out from the open door is partially blocked by Tommy looking out at him.

“Can I help you?”

“I was hoping that you would. I’ve got all these boxes, you see, and it would be helpful if someone were to take them from me.”

Though he does open the door fully so Tobias can step through, Tommy looks like he’d rather be doing the exact opposite. Perhaps because of the familiar smell hanging in the air, one that Tobias knows very well, and when he glances at Tommy the man looks away, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Am I interrupting?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tommy says, and he does turn his head then, meeting Tobias’ stare head on with a resolve that’s admirable, really. It doesn’t work, because Tobias knows he’s lying, but he has to give the man points for the attempt.

“Yes you do. How long have you been killing yourself?”

His words hit a nerve and it’s immediately apparent by the way Tommy glares at him, and in any other situation it would’ve been funny that he still thought that had the effect he intended it to have. It doesn’t take a genius to put together all the pieces of the puzzle to figure out exactly what’s happening here.

“How often do you get the dreams?”

“Get out.”

For a second, looking at Tommy is almost like looking into a mirror. All the pain, and the hurt, and the rage. He knows every single one of them, inside and out.

“I get them every year. Sometimes more, if I travel to a place that’s closer to where I was born, or if something happens that reminds me. There’s a place in America, just a small town, but just being there made me feel like I was reliving the past over and over until I left.”

This whole thing has gone wrong, this wasn’t how this visit was supposed to go. The plan he’d come up with has been blown to pieces, and it’s probably his fault.

“I know what it’s like when you can never escape the memories in your own head. It was the war, for you, wasn’t it?”

“What was it for you?”

Tobias smiles, just a little, at Tommy’s question. He wonders if the other man is aware that he’s picked up on Tobias’ habit of answering questions with questions.

“I was twenty when my family were all killed. My mother had died giving birth to the youngest of us, the twins, but my father was there too. Six children and all of them boys. I watched them die right in front of me, because people are afraid of things they don’t understand, and they don’t care to try and understand anything they see as different. I would have died too that day, only I was saved by someone who I’ve come to count as a second mother. She took me into her family and changed my life, but still I hated her for saving me and not them.”

“How did they die?”

“They were burnt to death by men who condemned what they didn’t understand.”

For a second, the smell of the candle sends him right back there, but the sound of Tommy shifting snaps him out of it.

“I killed them all, years later, once I was able to track them all down. I made sure they all knew who I was, so they would know why I was doing this, and I made sure that they felt every moment. And every year, I dream that I’m right back there that day, hearing everything exactly as it happened.” He coughs, a poor attempt at dispelling the heavy feeling that had taken over the room, “So yes, I understand what the dreams are like.”

Tobias knows he’s said more than he ever should’ve, and that Tommy will remember every word of it and turn them over and over in his head to study them for an ulterior motive. It won’t do anything to stop him from smoking the opium that Tobias knows he’s got hidden somewhere in this room, but he was never expecting that to happen.

Changing the subject completely, Tobias holds the softer package out towards Tommy, gesturing at him to take it. The twine and paper disappears easily enough, and he watches Tommy rub his fingers along the soft wool of the coat and scarf, both of them black to blend in together, warm enough to withstand the worst winter chills.

“I thought they might be helpful to have around. I even decided against getting anything with a colour on it, because you seem to be allergic to a wardrobe with any variety.”

It’s barely there, the smile Tommy makes, but it’s a start.

“These, however,” Tobias says, picking up the heavier boxes and setting them down softly on Tommy’s knees, “are purely because I could and because I wanted to.” They’d cost a pretty penny, too, but he wasn’t going to mention the exact amount. The engravings aren’t the greatest, considering he hadn’t had time to find someone who could do it properly so he’d had to do it himself, but the words are legible and clear, so Tobias counts this as a victory. “And I’m not taking them back, so you’ve got no choice but to keep them.”

The boxes are redwood and unadorned, but they’re polished to a shine and the finished effect looks like slick, fresh blood under the dim lamplight. From the chair he’s sitting in, a few feet away from the door and opposite the bed, he watches Tommy carefully open them and see what they contain.

“As soon as I saw them, I knew they’d suit you, so I had to get them.”

The twin pistols are almost a match, just plain gun-metal grey, but the grips are what caught Tobias’ eye in the shop window. They’re covered in intricate swirls of what looks like mother of pearl set into the steel, and the twisting design looks like vines and razor sharp leaves against the polished black. Tobias had etched the engraving along the barrels of both as clearly as he could, and he knows that if anyone else read them they wouldn’t understand.

“How much-”

“Don’t even bother asking, because I’m not going to tell you.”

He watches Tommy run his thumb along the words, ‘To the ones we found along the way’ permanently scribed into the metal, and puts the few remaining packages on the small desk in the corner.

“Bullets. I wasn’t sure if you had any, and it’s always good to have extra.”

“I can’t take these.”

“Yes you can. It’s rude to refuse a gift, you know. I should be going, I have a dog at home that should probably be fed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Wait.”

For a second, he debates leaving anyway. This is the first time he’s ever been here in person to watch the reaction from any of the gifts he’s sent, and it’s far more nerve wracking than he’d been expecting. After the moment has passed, he turns back around, and it’s more than a little disconcerting to find that Tommy had managed to get so close while Tobias was lost in his own head.

“Yes?”

“Thank you,” The other man says, slowly, like he has to force the words out against their will, “Not just for the guns and the coat, for the other things too. It still feels like this is an attempt to pay for-”

“It’s not. I wouldn’t do that.”

“I know.”

He stops, waiting for Tommy to continue, but when a minute passes and the shorter man doesn’t say anything, Tobias speaks. It comes out in a whisper, because anything else feels like it would break the fragile moment that’s happening right now.

“Do you want to know a secret?”

“What?”

“I think I know why you’re so closed off most of the time.”

“And why is that?”

“You’re alone most of the time, not counting your family of course. You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.”

The height difference between them means the quick glance down to his mouth is immediately obvious to Tobias, as clear as if the intent had been shouted from the rooftops, and he’s just reached down to wrap his fingers around Tommy’s wrist when someone bangs hard on the door, rattling the wood loudly.

“Tommy! Get down here, we’re going out drinking!” Arthur’s voice comes through loud and clear, if a little slurred, and Tobias takes a deep breath from the interruption.

“For god’s sake, Arthur, keep your voice down! He’s not even here, he left an hour ago.”

Thank the lord for Ada Shelby, Tobias thinks, when he hears Arthur’s footsteps walking away and back down the stairs. He makes a mental note to send her a gift basket of some kind, two even, for the lie.

It’s painfully obvious that the moment is broken when he looks back down at Tommy, and the urge to follow Arthur down the stairs and rip his head off his shoulders becomes more and more tempting by the second.

“I should go. I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr Shelby.”

He gets halfway down the stairs before he abruptly stops and changes direction, ascending the stairs again, and when he reaches the second door on the left and pushes it open, Tommy is standing on the other side with his hand on the doorknob, apparently caught by the same idea. They’ll catch hell for it later, Tobias knows, when Arthur becomes aware of Ada’s lie, but it’s hard to care when he’s got his hands around Tommy’s waist, feeling the heat radiating out from his skin.

“Would you believe me if I told you that not only do I know how, but that I’m very good at it?”

He’ll remember the sound and sight of Tommy locking the door for as long as he lives.

#peaky blinders #siren song #this one is much longer than what i usually write so i am making progress with my chapter lengths whoo #i mean it's about 3k words so nothing spectacular but baby steps #im super happy with this one #the ending was a bit difficult because the words were fighting me for a bit but i love what i finished with #winston owns my heart honestly he is the clear mvp of this story #winston was also a complete impulse decision that i ended up loving so im keeping him #the world needs more winston #finally we have something happening #well kinda #the implication of things happening is there #which is still a victory #tommy shelby #ada shelby #arthur shelby #tobias (oc)#yeah i stole that kisses line from gone with the wind i know #i was trying to find like a literary reference and found that one and decided to use it #even though the book wasn't written until a good ten years after this

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