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[fans4wga]

"The studios thought they could handle a strike. They might end up sparking a revolution"

by Mary McNamara

"If you want to start a revolution, tell your workers you’d rather see them lose their homes than offer them fair wages. Then lecture them about how their “unrealistic” demands are “disruptive” to the industry, not to mention disturbing your revels at Versailles, er, Sun Valley.

Honestly, watching the studios turn one strike into two makes you wonder whether any of their executives have ever seen a movie or watched a television show. Scenes of rich overlords sipping Champagne and acting irritated while the crowd howls for bread rarely end well for the Champagne sippers.

This spring, it sometimes seemed like the Hollywood studios represented by the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers were actively itching for a writers’ strike. Speculations about why, exactly, ran the gamut: Perhaps it would save a little money in the short run and show the Writers Guild of America (perceived as cocky after its recent ability to force agents out of the packaging business) who’s boss.

More obviously, it might secure the least costly compromise on issues like residuals payments and transparency about viewership.

But the 20,000 members of the WGA are not the only people who, having had their lives and livelihoods upended by the streaming model, want fair pay and assurances about the use of artificial intelligence, among other sticking points. The 160,000 members of the Screen Actors Guild-American Federation of Television and Radio Artists share many of the writers’ concerns. And recent unforced errors by studio executives, named and anonymous, have suddenly transformed a fight the studios were spoiling for into a public relations war they cannot win.

Even as SAG-AFTRA representatives were seeing a majority of their demands rejected despite a nearly unanimous strike vote, a Deadline story quoted unnamed executives detailing a strategy to bleed striking writers until they come crawling back.

Days later, when an actors’ strike seemed imminent, Disney Chief Executive Bob Iger took time away from the Sun Valley Conference in Idaho not to offer compromise but to lecture. He told CNBC’s David Faber that the unions’ refusal to help out the studios by taking a lesser deal is “very disturbing to me.”

“There’s a level of expectation that they have that is just not realistic,” Iger said. “And they are adding to the set of the challenges that this business is already facing that is, quite frankly, very disruptive.”

If Iger thought his attempt to exec-splain the situation would make actors think twice about walking out, he was very much mistaken. Instead, he handed SAG-AFTRA President Fran Drescher the perfect opportunity for the kind of speech usually shouted atop the barricades.

“We are the victims here,” she said Thursday, marking the start of the actors’ strike. “We are being victimized by a very greedy entity. I am shocked by the way the people that we have been in business with are treating us. I cannot believe it, quite frankly: How far apart we are on so many things. How they plead poverty, that they’re losing money left and right, when giving hundreds of millions of dollars to their CEOs. It is disgusting. Shame on them. They stand on the wrong side of history at this very moment.”

Cue the cascading strings of “Les Mis,” bolstered by images of the most famous people on the planet walking out in solidarity: the cast of “Oppenheimer” leaving the film’s London premiere; the writers and cast of “The X-Files” reuniting on the picket line.

A few days later, Barry Diller, chairman and senior executive of IAC and Expedia Group and a former Hollywood studio chief, suggested that studio executives and top-earning actors take a 25% pay cut to bring a quick end to the strikes and help prevent “the collapse of the entire industry.”

When Diller is telling executives to take a pay cut to avoid destroying their industry, it is no longer a strike, or even two strikes. It is a last-ditch attempt to prevent le déluge.

Yes, during the 2007-08 writers’ strike, picketers yelled noncomplimentary things at executives as they entered their respective lots. (“What you earnin’, Chernin?” was popular at Fox, where Peter Chernin was chairman and chief executive.) But that was before social media made everything more immediate, incendiary and personal. (Even if they have never seen a movie or TV show, one would think that people heading up media companies would understand how media actually work.)

Even at the most heated moments of the last writers’ strike, executives like Chernin and Iger were seen as people who could be reasoned with — in part because most of the executives were running studios, not conglomerations, but mostly because the pay gap between executives and workers, in Hollywood and across the country, had not yet widened to the reprehensible chasm it has since.

Now, the massive eight- and nine-figure salaries of studio heads alongside photos of pitiably small residual checks are paraded across legacy and social media like historical illustrations of monarchs growing fat as their people starve. Proof that, no matter how loudly the studios claim otherwise, there is plenty of money to go around.

Topping that list is Warner Bros. Discovery Chief Executive Davd Zaslav. Having re-named HBO Max just Max and made cuts to the beloved Turner Classic Movies, among other unpopular moves, Zaslav has become a symbol of the cold-hearted, highly compensated executive that the writers and actors are railing against.

The ferocious criticism of individual executives’ salaries has placed Hollywood’s labor conflict at the center of the conversation about growing wealth disparities in the U.S., which stokes, if not causes, much of this country’s political divisions. It also strengthens the solidarity among the WGA and SAG-AFTRA and with other groups, from hotel workers to UPS employees, in the midst of disputes during what’s been called a “hot labor summer.”

Unfortunately, the heightened antagonism between studio executives and union members also appears to leave little room for the kind of one-on-one negotiation that helped end the 2007-08 writers’ strike. Iger’s provocative statement, and the backlash it provoked, would seem to eliminate him as a potential elder statesman who could work with both sides to help broker a deal.

Absent Diller and his “cut your damn salaries” plan, there are few Hollywood figures with the kind of experience, reputation and relationships to fill the vacuum.

At this point, the only real solution has been offered by actor Mark Ruffalo, who recently suggested that workers seize the means of production by getting back into the indie business, which is difficult to imagine and not much help for those working in television.

It’s the AMPTP that needs to heed Iger’s admonishment. At a time when the entertainment industry is going through so much disruption, two strikes is the last thing anyone needs, especially when the solution is so simple. If the studios don’t want a full-blown revolution on their hands, they’d be smart to give members of the WGA and SAG-AFTRA contracts they can live with."

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[archived-daydreams]

— Move your body, darling.

Summary: You’ve started working out, and your boyfriend encourages you.

Characters: Scaramouche/Wanderer, Albedo, Xiao, Childe, Kaeya, Arataki Itto x gender neutral reader.

Word count: 3.2k.

Tags: fluff, slight crack, suggestive (allusions at doing the deed in Kaeya’s but nothing ex.plicit), soft and supportive boyfriends.

Author’s note: A little something for my dearest @bunny-rambles <3 I hope you like it, love !

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SCARAMOUCHE

Pretends he doesn’t care, letting slip some comments about how “foolish humans are to believe they can get stronger like that”.

In reality, he’s probably one of the most (if not the most) supportive of this bunch.

Need anything afterwards? He’ll bring it to you, no matter how much he grumbles. And no, don’t try to stop him, because “you are clearly not in the right conditions to do it yourself”. His words not mine, by the way.

Did you drink enough water? Or fruit juice? Or something cold after your work out? You better, he “threatens”, but honestly, he’s happy to prepare it for you (even if he pouts like a grumpy cat).

The afternoon sun is scorching as you keep count of the times you’ve folded and unfolded your legs.

Up, and down, up and down, and up, and down again. Pause. Repeat.

You can’t pinpoint the exact moment, but the idea of getting into shape and strengthening your body crossed your mind a few days ago.

Was it to be able to beat your boyfriend for once in sparring?

That would be unrealistic, thinking on it, considering how he went to godhood and back, and was reborn from his own fall from grace.

Pehaps it was to actually prove to him, that no, not all humans are so ephemeral and frail as he deems them to be.

Yes, that definitely makes more sense.

And maybe, somewhere inside of you, you just want to be a little stronger, because as attractive as Scaramouche looks obliterating enemies, you know how heavy your hypothetic hurt and loss hang over him.

So, with that thought spurring you on, you get back to your workout, some of the energy you’re expending slightly recovered with this re-discovered motivation.

Unaware to you, a pair of vibrant violet eyes have been watching you for a while. The smile painted on his porcelain-like features speaking the words his eyes conceal behind the curtain of dusk that is his hair.

Leaning against the wall and with arms crossed over his chest, the wanderer decides he can indulge for a little longer in the sight of you.

That is, until a familiar child-like voice interrupts him.

“Oh, so they are the one you cherish!”

His cheeks dye in the color of Zaytun peaches at that statement, his figure leaning off the wall in a flurry.

“Shhh, Lesser Lord Kusanali, please not now!” He whisper-shouts.

Nahida gives him a closed eyed smile, as if she hadn’t completely gotten through his practiced haughty facade.

Then, her inquisitive viridian eyes flit to you and to the ex-harbinger again.

“You know, it’s okay to show them your support. They’ll appreciate it, I’m sure!” She encourages him. “It’s the same as when you cultivate flowers.” She gestures with her small hands. “No colorful petal can truly bloom without love, in the same way no fruit will ripen without sun or water.”

And Scaramouche isn’t sure if it’s because of his mentor’s wise words, or because you look like you’re about to pass out from dehydration; but next thing he knows, he’s walking towards you with a bottle of Harra fruit juice in hand.

“When will you learn to take care?” Your wanderer scolds, at the same time his cheeks mirror the warm rays of the low sun in the horizon.

ALBEDO

Oh, he’s smooth. Like, he doesn’t even have to try to make you flustered.

And the best thing is, sometimes (when he wants to, that is) he looks innocent while at it, because he truly cares and means well.

Rest assured, once you either tell him you want to exercise or he finds out, the chief alchemist is getting his hands on every fitness book he can find.

Albedo will come up with a full training program tailored to your needs and goals in a matter of a few hours.

He’s very supportive and reassuring but please, don’t let him get ideas for his experiments, unless you want to receive (affectionate or not so affectionate) complaints from a certain blond traveler, namely, his frequent test subject.

“Fascinating,” Your lover muses, a huge manual on physiology of the human body held in between his hands. “According to this study, Dragonspine reunites all the ideal conditions to make your training more demanding, which will result in it being all the more effective…”

You can’t help but let out a giggle at how immersed into this Albedo seems to be. Sure, you did mention to him you’d like to do some physical conditioning to perform more efficiently in combat, but you didn’t intend to be subjected to a rigorous training program.

“Bedo, dear.” You begin, sitting across from him. “You don’t need to plan such a complicated schedule.” Your hand finds his over the table.

His skin is cold to the touch, yet it is not an unpleasant sensation. It always reminded you of the morning dew over the Cecilias at Snarsnatch Cliff.

Rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand you continue. “I just want to exercise a little bit more than what my usual commissions require, nothing too harsh.” You finish, softly, a tender smile etched on those lips that have warmed Albedo’s cold nights many a time.

“I know that, dearest.” He says, his fingers slotting in between yours. They always fitted perfectly, as if your hands entwined were the last two puzzles pieces containing the mysteries of this world the Chalk Prince yearns to solve.

“But, the cold climate and altitude here will make your daily commissions feel like a walk in the park.” He continues, his free hand dangerously traveling to your waist and down, and down, until it stops at the small of your back. “Wouldn’t you agree, my love?” Albedo questions, that devious smirk you can’t resist appearing on his face like fresh pink strokes of watercolor.

“Oh?” You return his grin, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, playing with the tips of his icy blond hair. “Is that really it?” You tease, your fingertips grazing the star shaped mark on his neck. “Or is my prince eager to spend more time with me?”

“I won’t lie to you.” The alchemist answers, those cerulean eyes of his gleaming mischievously, akin to late stars in the dawn, before leaning in to close the distance between your lips.

You guess this might as well count as a workout session, with how wildly your heart is beating.

XIAO

Sweet baby Xiao, who is probably going to need more reassurance than you.

Why are you suddenly putting your body through such efforts? Are you going to leave him? Is he no longer useful enough to protect you?

Please, please, let him know it has nothing to do with it. Xiao’s gone through so much both physical and emotional pain, he doesn’t understand why you would willingly exhaust yourself like this.

You’ll probably have to sit him down and patiently explain how some moderate exercise can help you feel more energized and less tired on your day to day activities.

Once he understands, however, he’s very, very supportive!

Will always keep an eye on you, making sure you don’t overexert or stay out too late practicing; carries you back to Wangshuu Inn if you overdid it and is always nearby keeping any monsters at bay.

“Working out?” The adeptus repeats, a frown creasing his forehead, his lips forming an all too adorable pout. “Are you in danger? Is anyone after you?” Xiao asks, his golden orbs widening, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“No, Xiao, it’s nothing like that, my love.” You reassure him, one of your hands reaching out to cup his cheek. “I just want to get stronger, you know? So that I can be better in battle and feel more energized.

Battle. As much as Xiao knows you can hold your own in a fight and trusts your skill, the yaksha doesn’t like the sound of that word, even less coming from your lips.

You shouldn’t have to worry about battles or fights, he vowed to protect you; he deems himself no more than a tool to keep you safe, the weapon that slays any unfortunate who dares harm you.

Do you not need him anymore? Is the question that lingers on his mind and that he can’t bring himself to ask.

Used to your yaksha’s mannerisms, however, you can sense his discomfort.

For someone who claims to deal in bloodbath and death, you’ve come to learn Xiao is about one of the most sensitive and gentle people you could meet.

“Xiao? Does this idea upset you?” You try, taking one of his hands in both of yours, removing his glove to reveal scarred yet tender skin, and sharp claws that hold you with the softness of qingxin and glaze lily petals.

“Maybe…” the conqueror of demons nods, his gaze cast downwards. “Do you…” he hesitates, the prospect of you confirming his deepest fears more painful than the karma he shoulders. “Do you… not need my protection anymore?” He finally manages to ask.

“Oh, Xiao…” With care, you hold his face in both your palms, guiding his sunlit honey eyes back to yours. “Of course I need you. I love you, Xiao.” You whisper, your tone delicate, as if any disturbance or too loud syllable could pop and shatter the little bubble encasing the both of you. “Me exercising and practicing more will not mean I’ll ever stop loving and needing you, baby.” You plant the most tender kiss he’s ever felt on the diamond shaped mark on his temple.

And even though still concerned for your safety and wellbeing, the vigilant yaksha’s heart has been soothed by the floral breeze of your affections tonight.

From that day onwards, it wasn’t rare to see a certain adeptus scanning Guili Plains more exhaustively than usual, especially when a dedicated fighter found themselves mastering the art of their weapon.

CHILDE

Flirty and competitive little shit (affectionate) but he’s actually helpful.

Will take any chance he can get to one up on you. Don’t hold it against him, though, he’s just childish (pun intended), and loves your pouty expressions a little too much.

Finds it so attractive when your breath is labored, yet you still keep going. That sight alone, truly ignites something in him, his usually dull ocean eyes reflecting a myriad of iridescent lights in all the shades that compose you; he feels the need to kiss you and become the cause you’re breathless and… (I’ll stop here before we enter spicy territory, but you get it).

Very caring. Ajax is not new to taking care of people, he has a big family, after all. And as much as he is quite the reckless adrenaline junkie, he doesn’t want you doing anything extreme or pushing yourself to your limits (he pushes you to the limit enough as it is, in all aspects ;).

You think Ajax’s insanity is starting to rub on you.

Sure, you’d like to get more fit and strong, but did you really have to grab your boyfriend’s bow for your first practice?

You sigh, your shoulders already sore from drawing the big bow again and again.

But as they say, no pain, no gain.

At least you are grateful for Polar Star’s soft and supple handle, it keeps your hands (mostly) free from blistering.

You ready yourself, a look of pure concentration on your eyes, set on the target. You aim for the bull’s eye, drawing your elbow backwards, in a way that you hope resembles how Childe does it in battle.

You can picture the arrow’s trajectory, its tip infused in the vibrant hue of your vision, a perfect arch cutting through the skies above in a parable of elemental energy set for a single pinpoint destination.

You take a deep breath.

In, and out.

Then…

An all too familiar (and quite obnoxious, right now) chuckle makes your focus dissipate, akin to ocean waves lapping at the shore, dragging sandy architecture and paintings into lightless depths.

“And just what,” You begin, turning around, deep frown creasing your eyebrows. “Do you find so funny, Tartaglia?” You point the index finger not holding his bow at his chest. “Care to tell me?” You spat, wisps of venomous smoke stoked by your fiery annoyance tainting the edges of your voice.

Childe stands there, looking at you like the idiot in love he is, dumb dopey smile plastered on his unfairly kissable lips.

“Sorry, you’re so cute, sweetheart.” He manages in between chuckles.

You want to smack him over the head with his own bow, but you contain yourself: you really don’t want his weapon to get damaged, after all.

Instead, you settle for punching him on the arm, with less malice than your pout suggests.

“Do you want to see how cute I’ll look after i shoot an arrow through that empty head of yours, Childe?” You retort, arms crossed over your chest.

“Heh, I’d like to see you try, darling. Don’t you think I can’t dodge.”

At his answer, you throw your hands into the air, exasperated.

And, even though Ajax loves teasing you and sparring with you, he doesn’t really like making you angry, especially when you’re trying hard.

“But instead of that,” the harbinger starts, taking the bow from your hands. “How about I help you? You know, weapons are really personal things, what works for me, might not work well for you or another person.”

He likes how your eyes sparkle at his suggestion, your undivided attention prompting the ginger to continue.

“It’s true we can master any kind of weapon, but you need the right one for you, no matter which type you choose.”

The warrior’s calloused fingertips brush a strand of hair away from your face.

“So, how about finding the right bow for you? Sound good?”

“Fine…” You breathe, completely lost in the way the last rays of sunshine catch in the deep lakes of his gaze. It is not a sight you get to witness often, and you treasure it immensely.

“Alright!” Your boyfriend nods, picking you up, bridal style, relishing in your squeals and giggles as you both walk into the sunset.

KAEYA

Flirty little shit number 2, except instead of being helpful, he ends up distracting you more than anything.

He makes up for it in support, though. Granted, he teases you a lot, but he’s also your number one cheerleader.

Very touchy and affectionate, will not pass up any chance to leave a kiss here and there, or hold onto your waist.

Loves joining you in your workout sessions and matching outfits with you.

Very vocal, Kaeya compliments you a lot and always has words of encouragement to offer, no matter how completely exhausted or weak you feel.

You swear this is unfair.

He is being unfair.

He knows all too well what he’s doing and he must have had this planned from the moment he offered to help you with your sit-ups session.

“How about I hold your legs in place, my darling?” The cavalry captain suggested in an all too enticing and sultry tone. “Won’t that way be easier for you?”

And of course, you had to go and agree.

Like the fool for him that you are.

So now, you have to have his tempting lips practically shoved in your face every single time you do a sit-up.

You reap what you sow, as the saying goes, you chide yourself internally.

But oh, he’s so not helping at all. Pouting like that every time he keeps count, icy eyes half lidded, the frozen galaxies in them beckoning you closer to his presence.

“And fifty!” Kaeya finally exclaims, when you do the last one of the planned exercises for today. “You did great, my sweet.” The cavalry captain smiles, innocently, as if he wasn’t the main reason your face feels like it’s on fire right now.

“Why, thanks.” You reply, rather bluntly, uncapping the water bottle he just handed to you. At least you are grateful he had the decency to cool it with his vision beforehand. Throwing your head back, you take a long sip. Then:

“You volunteered to help and yet, you’re aware you didn’t make this easy in the slightest, aren’t you?” You accuse.

“My, whatever could you mean, hm?” Your boyfriend taunts, two slender fingers holding your chin in between them. “Or is my precious partner in need of some affection?”

“Oh you…” You whisper, the warmth in your heart overpowering how unnerved your knight makes you feel sometimes.

“Yes, my love?” That look of feigned innocence again.

You huff, defeated. But the smile tugging at the corner of your lips makes it quite obvious you are, indeed, very much needy for his touches and kisses.

Let’s just say, from the instant Kaeya’s hands found your hips up until the moment you’d find yourself laying down in his idyllic embrace, you got an extra work out session.

ARATAKI ITTO

Very supportive, but for the love of the archons, don’t ever let him join you.

Seriously, Itto is all heart and good intentions, but sometimes he doesn’t realize his own strength.

What to him feels like just some stretches, it might be for you the equivalent of running a marathon with a 10 kilogram heavy backpack on.

Practically worships you and the ground you walk on, though. He’s your biggest hype-man.

The trembling on your arms intensifies as you reach the end of your training session.

You hope Katheryne doesn’t have any too difficult commissions for you in store tomorrow: right now, you doubt you’ll be able to hold your weapon steadily.

You are proud of yourself for reaching your goal today, a gentle, albeit tired, smile making it to your sweaty features as you finish with some meditation and stretches.

The inazuman coast is so serene at this time of day, with the sun dipping behind the horizon, beams of purple and crimson striping the dusk sky.

A sigh escapes your lips, for this peace is always short lived. You wouldn’t have it any other way, however, you love your loud and boisterous oni too much for that.

A few more instants of tranquility pass, the late sunshine fading into luminous constellations riding in the faraway horizon, the crescent moon smiling down at two figures approaching your location.

“Boss! Please! Be quieter, now! It’s late and you can’t disturb the citizens at this hour.”

A knowing smile mimics that of the milky crescent lighting up the indigo infinity above you. You really admire your friend Shinobu’s patience.

“But Shinobu! [Y/n] will be so proud of me when I tell them about how the One and Oni Itto was proclaimed supreme king of the Great All-around Arataki Onikabuto and TCG Championship!”

The girl pinches the bridge of her nose, having had enough of her boss’s antics.

As soon as he spots you, Itto starts waving his big hands energetically, calling your name repeatedly, to Shinobu’s chagrin.

“Itto!” You run to his side, weakly hugging his broad torso. “Why don’t you tell me about today as we walk back home?” You propose, talking in a low voice.

His eyes sparkle excitedly. Sometimes, he reminds you of an adorable puppy; for someone over six feet tall, your oni boyfriend really is sweet.

“But… can I ask you to carry me, please?” You look away, slightly flustered. “Push ups are still a little hard for me.”

That night, the deputy leader of the Arataki Gang had a relaxed night, as she watched the retreating figures of an oni and his lover animatedly recounting the day’s many events.

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Reader as Scaramoche/wanderer of genshin impact, who has come to our world for a new beginning.

He knows he's a video game/fictional character, he tries not to think of himself as less human than he already thinks he is.

That's why he sees/treats all fictional characters as human because they might exist somewhere.

How the bungou stray dogs cast reacts to reader/Scaramoche/Wanderer all of his in-game appearances.

Sorry for The mistakes, english is not my First Language.

May you live a life full of happiness and affection.

From: your follower from Brazil 🇧🇷

Scaramouche! Male! Reader

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x Male! Scaramouche! Reader

Description: You knew, that you were fictional for that world. But, you were real in Teyvat. Maybe, someone else is real in different world, but not in this.

Warning:OOC. Slight spoilers for Genshin Impact. English is my second language.

A/N: Thank you for your kind words 😊

You, Aether and Lumine were standing on a big platform up in the sky. Traveler's journey was over. And yours will begun shortly.

Lesser Lord's... Nahida's last words, ring into your ears.

"Be happy, [Y/N]. I wish that you find your home in a different world."

You take a step forward, right behind the Travelers. People, who agreed to transport you to different world. People, who gave you your name.

Scaramouche, The Balladeer, Sixth Harbinger, The Wanderer, was leaving Teyvat.

Forever

______

🐾 It took time, but, you managed to fit in this strange world. There were no gods among humans, no elemental powers.

🐾 Only progress.

🐾 You... liked it here. This world feels different from Teyvat. And you really appreciate it.

🐾 Your life was peaceful. At least, before this strange new game appeared.

🐾 When one day you woke up, and decide to scroll through the social media. You were more of a lurker, enjoying dramas, people started here.

🐾 And you saw it. And advertising for a new game. "Genshin Impact". And you saw Travelers on the poster. Poster for a new version. With you on it.

🐾 For the next few days, you stayed away from the Internet. The bittersweet thoughts were sinking their teeth in your mind.

🐾 Fictional. You were not just a puppet. You were a fictional puppet of a fictional character.

🐾 You spend half of the day in the nearest forest, destroying old trees with your Anemo powers.

🐾 And, after that, you didn't think about it ever again. You are here. You are in this real world. And other things should not matter.

🐾 But something changed in your behavior.

🐾 You start treating fictional characters from TV shows, books, anime and manga as real people. You talked to them, sympathies with them.

🐾 Perhaps, there is the world, where they were real.

______

You were relaxing on your couch after a long day of work. You recently finished daily missions in BSD Mayoi and mindlessly scrolling through the channels.

On your small kitchen, the rice cooker was on. Soon, you will have some delicious Chazuke.

You started to nod off. You don't require sleep, but, you enjoyed napping from time to time.

And, suddenly, your phone starts shaking and gloving. Immediately, you summon the power of Anemo. Winds lift you up. Your hat, that you kept on the top of one of the wardrobes, soar towards you and froze behind your back.

The atmosphere compressed under your foot in a singular vacuum. You were ready to attack.

"Please, don't be afraid, young man, we are... HOW?!" you scared Chief Taneda. And Ango. And Mori. And Kunikida. And everyone.

All of you just froze, staring at each other. You lower your feet, still floating in a midair.

You just kept staring at each other. The silence became awkward.

Dazai take a carious step forward and pocked skin of your ankle. You still were floating.

You hear the rice cooker's signal. Your dinner was ready.

You broke the silence.

"Who wants chazuke?"

_______

🐾 The first meeting was... something. And talk after the meeting wasn't better.

🐾 You didn't hide from them, that you also were fictional. You have no reason. And they deserved to know.

🐾 You were hesitant to tell them, where exactly are you from. It's not like you believed, that they, somehow, will use it against you. You simply need time, before trusting them. Even if BSD Cast knew, how it feels to be fictional.

🐾 On the bright side, Atsushi liked your Shimi Chazuke.

______

You looked around your new home. A big home, where you will live with your... new friends. Together.

A distant memory of Niwa and Tatarasuna scraped your mind.

It was so long, since you lived among friends.

And friends should trust each other.

Later that day, during dinner, you finally tell them the name.

"I am from the game called 'Genshin Impact'".

_______

🐾 After some negotiations, you agreed to let BSD Gang watch walkthrough for Genshin Impact. They were curious to see, how you looked like before.

🐾 Because, yes, you had to change your looks, when you arrived here. Travelers insisted on it.

🐾 So, after some more negotiations, you agreed to watch videos with them.

______

Reaction to Scaramouche:

- During "Unreconciled Stars" event:

🐾 They will tease you about your outfit. You are playfully grumble on them, but you don't feel any real anger or annoyance.

🐾 Dazai created few dozens jokes about you, hats, Chuuya and height. He will add them to hundreds of thousands of jokes he already has.

🐾 Jounou will ask if you are a conspiracy theorist, after hearing about fake sky.

- During "Chapter II"

🐾 Twain joked about your resemblance with that one Elmo meme. You used your anemo powers on him. For the next few days, his hair resembles an abandoned bird nest.

🐾 After learning, that you are a doll, BSD Cast stopped the video marathon to talk to you. You were talking for few hours, they were trying to make you believe, that you are no less than normal humans.

-During "Chapter III"

🐾 They were crying. Crying during your backstory part. Crying during part, where you were defeated.

🐾 Expect even more affection in the future.

🐾 Yosano, Doc and Mori check your head for injuries, after seeing you fall down after you were defeated.

-During "Interlude Chapter. Act III"

🐾 After learning about Dottore's role in your past and his treatment of you, BSD Gang was ready to travel to Teyvat and tear him apart. You quickly assured them, that Dottore already paid for what he did.

🐾 They were nervous, when you and memories about you disappeared.

🐾 Thought, that you were adorable, before you gain your memories back. They won't say it out loud.

🐾 Were cheering, when you got your vision. To entertain them, you float around the room.

______

Reaction to Wanderer:

- During "A Paradise of Providence" event.

🐾 Now Dazai will call you only "Hat Guy". Wait, until he learns about "Bongo-Head".

🐾 Kunikida is baffled of you not taking competition seriously.

🐾 Everyone adores yours and Nahida's relationship.

____

You feel better, after sharing your story with BSD Cast. You will wait for the future. When you can share the rest of the story with your friends.

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[starysky1289]

Stepsis!Vanessa X Dom!Reader. Late

You hummed quietly as you dug through your pile of unfolded clothes, trying to find something to wear for your interview. You could hear Vanessa in the other room hustling around, she had spent the night and was busy getting ready for work. Her dad, your god awful step father, had given her hell last night about not taking her job seriously and how back in his day he’d of been fired ten times already. You never got why she worried so much about her fathers opinion, but she just needed some sisterly love and support, and you were always open to help her.

You carried the outfit to the bathroom, you’d have to shower quickly so Vanessa could after you.

“ I’m going in! “

“ ok, don’t be to long! “

You put your outfit on the bathroom counter, and quickly stripped down, tossing your clothes in the hamper. You turned the water on, letting it warm up as you turned it to the shower mode. The water felt good as it rained down on your skin, the warmth melted your mind as you started to shampoo. You didn’t wanna get out, no matter what sorta responsibilities you had today.

“ Y/N!! It’s been 20 minutes! “

Vanessa stormed into the bathroom, you shook yourself out of your warm trance. You still had shampoo spuds in your hair.

“ UH- FUCK- “

“ Just move- I’ve gotta shower- “

Only a moment later, she had jumped into the shower with you, quickly getting her hair wet as she grabbed her shampoo. You only blushed and watched, the way the water washed over her blonde locks.

“ are you gonna wash your hair or am i gonna have to do it for you? “

Vanessa teasingly asked, stepping out of the way for you to rinse your hair. You quickly stepped up, running your fingers through your hair. You stepped out of the way, letting her rub the conditioner through her locks.

You scored up behind her, gently placing your hands around her hips, and kissing her neck gently.

“ your so soft nessy…”

“ y-y/n….we can’t..”

“ please…let me be quick…”

You dragged your hand up to her tits, gently rubbing them. She let out a soft moan, and nodded softly.

“ I love you Vanessa…”

“ I love you too y/n…”

Vanessa held your waist, pushing you closer against her. You chuckled softly, the warm water rushed over bodies, as you gently rubbed your fingers over her soft puffy clit. Vanessa let out another moan, pushing into your hand.

“ Will you be good for me? It’ll go quicker if you’re good for me Nessa….”

“ y-yes y/n…I’ll be a..a good girl~ “

You chuckled, and slid in two fingers, gently pumping them into her soft pussy, breathing down her neck at every pump.

“ m-mm…oh b-baby..please it’s feels so -so good…”

“ your doing such a good job..so good for me…”

She was warm, and tight around your fingers. Vanessa melted into you, her whimpers and whines filled the steamy room. You slowly added a third finger, watching her buck her hips against your hand.

“ o-oh Y/N! F-fuck~!! Oh g-god if feels so good!! “

“ that’s it…is my big sis gonna cum all over my hand~? Is she gonna make a mess~? “

“ Y-yes Y/N!! “

You thrusted in faster, biting on her neck to leave small love bites. You groaned at the thought of her ruined in front of you, gently dry humping her ass to give your some friction. Vanessa moaned out loudly, holding your open hand around her waist as she thrusted against your fingers.

“ C-cumming-oh fuck Y/N! O-oh god~!! “

She practically screamed out as she came, riding out her high on your fingers. The water had turned cold at this point, so you gently helped her finish up the shower, aswell as finish yourself.

You both of very late. Vanessa would get an earful from her chief, and you’d probably have a lesser chance of getting the job. But you somewhat couldn’t care, you already had a second interview lined up if this one went bad. As you pulled into the parking lot of the building, you quickly looked down at your phone, Vanessa had texted you quickly.

“ I’m stuck on speeding duty for the rest of the week. But it’s ok, you really helped me out. I’ll be sure to make it up to you soon. I love you sis <3 “

You smiled softly, texting her quickly before dashing in.

“ can’t wait for you, maybe we’ll have a lil sister get together. I love you so much more nessy <3 “

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[ryuryuryuyurboat]

les lois d'amour: lumière de ma vie

synopsis: at last i see the light, and it's like the sky is new. all at once, everything looks different, now that i see you.

genre: fluff

characters: neuvillette x mermaid! reader

warnings: fem! reader

a/n: hehe hii @i23kazu!! submission for ebg challenge 1 :) likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

©2024 ryuryuryuyurboat. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

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“say, have you ever seen lanterns before?” such was the question posed to you by none other than fontaine’s chief justice, on a fine evening.

you hummed in thought. “only from under the sea— the elders always said they were traps intricately designed by humans to lure us merfolk to our deaths, so naturally we stayed away— though now that i think about it, they really were just pretty lights. why?”

neuvillette stood up from his seat, rounding the table to the couch upon which you were resting. “in that case, would you like to see them up close?”

“ah, seriously? what’s the occasion?” you took the hand he offered, an incredulous look in your eyes.

“it’s a lesser-known fontainian tradition for people to send out flying lanterns to convey their wishes for a new year, as well as to pray for any wishes to be answered. if you so incline, we could make one, instead of buying them. i believe beaumont workshop is offering such a service at this time.”

your eyes widen in excitement. “well, then, no time to waste! allons-y!”

spoiler: it did indeed prove to be a difficult feat. by the time you were done making a singular lantern, the sun had long dipped beneath the horizon.

the boat swayed gently as it sailed further from land, and the glitter canopy of stars above twinkled down at you.

“so… all we have to do is let go of it?”

“that is correct. be sure to convey your heartfelt wishes, or they won’t come true.” he watched as you seemed to hesitate, “what’s wrong?”

“nothing! nothing, um, well, we only had time to make one, and i don’t think it’d be very fair if i were the only one to let it go especially since you helped to make most of it, so-” you paused to catch your breath, “would you like to release the lantern with me, monsieur neuvillette?”

you were glad that your surroundings were dark, for the proximity between the two of you quite nearly made your poor heart stop.

you could almost feel his breath fanning your face as he stared at you with some unknown emotion on his visage. what’ll it be, monsieur chief justice? your heart wondered.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, his lips curved up in a small smile. “it would be a great honour, y/n. thank you for allowing me to share this moment with you.”

you could barely contain your excitement as you marvelled at all the lanterns floating into the night sky, pure wonder shining in your eyes as you took in the sights— neuvillette, meanwhile, couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“it’s all so beautiful!”

“yes, it is indeed quite the sight to behold.”

bonus:

“hey, hey, do the lanterns themselves symbolise anything?”

“but of course, they were made to symbolise love and care for someone important.”

“ah…”

“…y/n?”

seems like your poor heart couldn’t handle it, after all!

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[amyriadofleaves]

outside it starts to pour — neuvillette | chapter two

synopsis: in the limelight of fontaine, the prying eyes of its people never truly tears their gaze off the iudex and you, the présidence du conseil d'état, which makes for baseless rumours to fester and echo throughout the theatrics of opera. you and neuvillette are challenged by the reputations the both of you are expected to uphold, and the weighty decision to navigate these intricacies rests upon the discerning judgement of fontaine's archon.

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⌗ pairing : neuvillette x fem!reader ⌗ feat : neuvillette, reader, furina ⌗ warnings : n/a ⌗ word count: 4.4k

Lady Furina is late, as per usual.

Her habitual tardiness plays out once again, drawing collective sighs from both you and the Iudex. He, unable to conceal his impatience, casts glances at his watch. Its hands, now stubbornly fixed at half past one, only amplified the unease in the room.  Her anticipated arrival, fifteen minutes overdue, transforms the hostility into an awkward spectacle of fidgeting and exchanged glances.

Tapping your feet on the carpeted floor, you begin to grow tired of her antics, a light leer creeping across your face. It beggars belief at how Fontaine’s archon lacked haste and awareness at the same time. 

Your palm slides down your face in exasperation as another groan leaves your lips. “We ought to wait for her all day at this rate.” Exhaustion tires you to a point where you don’t mind talking to the man you are still angry with, and when you realise this, it is already too late to revoke your words.

His face alters into an expression of utter surprise at your snide remark. “I am certain she will be here soon. There is no need to be pessimistic, madame.”

Almost as if summoned, the doors open with a grande flair you couldn’t mistake for anyone but Lady Furina herself. 

“Speak of the devil…” you mumble under your breath, already irritated upon seeing her irritating grin, one of nonchalance and apathy.

Neuvillette stands from his seat out of courtesy, you following suit with a light curtsy. The Hydro Archon eyes the two of you (more like one; her eyes stay locked on Neuvillette — disregarding you entirely) to which she lets out a shriek. “Dear me, where has your coat gone, Chief Justice? This is not good for your reputation! This is the Palais Mermonia! Not an orphanage.”

“I don’t recall there ever being a dress code… Lady Furina,” With crossed arms, his gaze shoots through her, both their expressions dimming (hers to fear and his into what seemed to be exasperation). “And might there be a reason for your lack of punctuality? You are late,” he says, rather flatly — but oh, if looks could kill. 

The ruffles of her skirt miraculously flow in the still air as she spreads her hands wide in declaration. “Why, aren’t you a bold one to question how I spend my time? I am Furina, the Hydro Archon, Focalors! I know what is best!”

At her proclamation, Neuvillette shuts his eyes, almost all-too-familiar with her antics. “Lady Furina, I urge you to focus on the urgent matter at hand. Here — this is the communique issued from a faction that concerns everyone present in my office at this very moment.”

Upon being presented the report, her jaw slacks (for what, exactly, you are unsure) and she turns to face you, almost in disbelief. At being subject to her gaze, you can’t help but give her a perplexed look in return. “Th…this is our new head of civil affairs? What happened to that ha — I mean the old man that we had? The new hire looks a little… rough around the edges if I do say so myself!”

You cross your arms in contempt.“I recommend you talk without me in earshot if you are to speak of me in such a manner, Lady Furina. If you truly doubt my abilities, I hope you see to it that Neuvillette hand picked me out of a pool of… lesser capable candidates.”

“And she bites!” She turns to the Iudex in concern, her free hand pointing your way. “How have you found someone with such audacity is a question looming over my very head! — or hat…”

“Lady Furina, allow me to apprise you that she is not just any ordinary individual; she has diligently served in my stead during my absence for reasons of which you are aware.”

“I’m afraid I do not recall,” she admits plainly.

A playful smirk fights to play on your lips. “Are you certain you do not remember me? Acting Chief Justice, the new fighting force of Fontaine’s judicial system,” Furina’s eyes dart around the room, discomfort showing from the gradual slowing of exaggerated movements. How you’d kill for such a spectacle to be broadcasted on the front pages of The Steambird. 

“No? Let me jog your memory. You and the actual Iudex decide to play house and leave office. I… the most qualified lawyer in Fontaine, take the role of…” Your gloved hands motion for her to complete the phrase, and in the tension that hangs in the air, Neuvillette scrunches his face in distaste at where this conversation is headed.

Furina shoots a finger in the air. “Ah! Yes! You were Acting Chief Justice! I do remember you — I apologise, your face isn’t all that recognisable. Haha…” and your face is insufferable, you thought.

The man beside you clears his throat. “We have diverted from the original topic of this meeting. Please, Lady Furina. Do take a look at it — your input is greatly appreciated.” 

She lets out a yawn. “Yes, yes. Now stop pressuring me.”

Shakily, you let out a sigh, fighting the urge to have your fist connect with her cheek to hear the satisfying crack of bone. Compose yourself, you thought with patience running thin. Though you had only seen her up in the nosebleeds in the Opera Epiclese (besides a few appearances up close when you were a lawyer), it was all you really needed to know of her knack for drama. You decide you would not entertain her. “Lady Furina, I’m afraid you fail to recognise the gravity of this situation. Fifty people have died in Poisson. You are their — our — archon, and negligence to act will only give reason for every faction under the sun to put pressure on us. Hell, you’ve made it to the gossip columns!” 

Gripping on the armrest for leverage, you conclude that the only way to influence the woman in front of you is to prove a point; but as you stand, Neuvillette holds out a hand to prevent you from doing so. You can only shoot him a glare.

“Fifty people? Dead? Oh n— I… I know what I am doing! You mortals just…just lack the proficiency to comprehend my acts of divinity! Yes! That’s it.”

You quirk a brow. It looked as if it is more an act to convince herself of her own godhood than anything else — and you feel as though the Iudex is just as bewildered as you are. Assuming his familiarity with her drabbles, he is cordial enough to drop the subject of commenting on it entirely.

At the beat of silence, she lets out an awkward laugh. “Why of course, of course. Do not fret, you two, I have this all under control,” She brings her hands together in celebration of whatever perception of herself she had dancing around in her head. Whether what she claims is pure drab or sincerity, you do not care. Your impression of Lady Furina has already painted an excruciating picture of your future dealings with her.

“I am very sure you do, Lady Furina,” you seethe. A puckish expression spreads across her face, and you assume it is to spite you in all her ‘divine’ glory.

Gracing you and Neuvillette with a painfully royal yet undignified wave, she grins. “I'll see myself out then! Toodloo…” And before any of you are given the chance to speak, she is out as swiftly as she arrived, the sickly scent of her perfume lingering in the strained air.

You let out a deep exhale you never realised you were holding up until the moment of her departure. 

You turn to the man beside you. “Do you have alcohol?”

This earns a stunned look from the Iudex. “I am afraid not.”

“I don’t suppose you have anything that holds the same quality of alcohol, do you?”

“Regrettably, I do not,” he repeats again, “but I do have water sourced from Qingce Village if that is of any aid.”

You shrug. “Whatever works.”

Downing the water with great fervour, you find that you are a lot more… lucid than you were a few minutes before. 

“That woman reeks of vanity,” you sigh, standing from your seat in an attempt to clear your head.

“I understand that her demeanour may come off as overbearing, but I assure you that there is more than meets the eye whenever anything pertains to her.”

“And is that good or bad?”

“It is both her strength and weakness, Madame. Agree to disagree, everyone possesses idiosyncrasies.”

“Ever the impartial judge, huh,” you huff, cringing at the words flowing out of your mouth with no restraint. Lowering your gaze, you are surprised to see his eyes boring into yours with an expression you aren’t able to discern. You seek to feigning interest at the chandeliers that you, with all honesty, find rather bland for something of the Iudex’s stature.

The Chief Justice does not seem to notice what you are doing — and instead, tears his gaze off of yours, sets some papers aside, and places them on top of a stack of legal codices.“Well, madame, that is just the nature of my job,” he says with a wry smile. “Oh, and, I… suppose I’ve never truly thanked you in person for taking my place in my absence, and I’d like to say that I am grateful for your service. I understand the burden of such a position.” 

“You underestimate me greatly— it is nothing you need thank me for, Chief Justice. I only did it for the nation. I do not need recognition,” you pause, reaching for your satchel. “And I presume that I should return your coat, to avoid partiality,” You present it to him with a rigidness that only came with the oddity of it all.

He waves you off. “There shall be no need. I am having another one tailored.”

“I do not want debts I cannot repay.” You retort sharply, with all the courage you muster.

“Since there isn’t any use insisting for you to keep it, I will accept.” 

“And I will see myself out.” You pat whatever stray strands of thread that clung to the silk of your dress, and lament the thought of how this is, really, the only dress that flatters you. You nearly grin at the thought of your next paycheque; how exciting!

Neuvillette stands from his seat and bows his head.

Closing the door to his office, you shut your eyes to compose yourself. An understatement it is, to say that you are just exhausted; you need every commodity that graces Fontaine. A manicure would do — or maybe a new hairdo? — or maybe you are long overdue for a vacation; you always wondered whether the soothing onsens of Inazuma were as good as people made it seem. 

The faster I leave the palais, the faster it will be for me to take a good shower. And you do just that. Well, attempt to, at least.

It is just after you exit the palais when the stillness is broken by a soft patter of footsteps approaching from behind, barely audible in the hush surroundings. An unwanted feeling of smugness takes control of your senses; there is only one person it could be, and you wonder what matter deems itself so important a brief detour from one’s never-ending cascade of duties is needed.

A gloved hand ghosts over your arm, and it doesn’t even take you a full turn of your head to recognise the familiar silver strands of hair that dance in the moonlight. You blink. Your prediction rings true, and you brace yourself for the impending exchange.

Though it is dark and your eyesight is anything but clear, you do not fail to recognise the apprehensive look he dons when he notices you pulling away from him.

“What’s the matter?” you question plainly.

“‘I’m—” His voice trails off. Staring blankly at him in expectancy, he falters.

“I just wanted to express my gratitude. It has been a pleasure working with you, madame,” he states softly, the opulent blue of his eyes showing brightly against the backdrop of the sky. Your breath catches. You pray the lighting saves you from embarrassment.

You intently stare back at him. “I don’t understand the necessity to state what has been stated, monsieur,” You take a step back, and find you are able to breathe again. “You are the Chief Justice of Fontaine, and I suspect you are aware that any association with me — or anyone that is not Lady Furina for that matter outside these walls — will compromise the public's perception of your impartiality. Forgive me for being brusque.”

His lips purse, set stiffly into a fine line. “Of course, madame.” 

You only nod.

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“Kiara, Liath, I am afraid I have to decline. There are pressing matters I need to attend to.”

The Melusines are visibly dejected by this rejection, and aptly, do not accept this response. Kiara speaks first: “But Monsieur Neuvillette! You cannot be presenting yourself to the public in such a manner — take a look at your hair! It is unruly and tangled at the ends!” She waddles to Neuvillette’s side of the table and holds the ends of his hair in her palms, extending her arm out so he is obliged to acknowledge her concern. “Look at these strands, they are splitting.”

The second Melusine speaks next: “If you do not have much time, we can just redo your hairdo and work what we’ve got,” she says, earning a satisfied nod from Kiara. “Haircare is a subject for another time.”

The Iudex seems to consider this for a moment, fist on his chin in thought. “A few minutes of leisure couldn't hurt anyone now, could it?” He regards the excitement plastered on the faces of the two Melusines, and with great difficulty, finds that he cannot deny their pleas.

“Alright then, I give you my consent,” he says firmly, but the smile creeping in betrays his every move. “But make it fast!”

The two of them gesture for him to stand, but he does not understand if it means he should sit on the floor or stand for the comfort of the two of them. Liath stifles a giggle as Kiara exaggerates her movements to convey a clearer message, and Neuvillette chuckles as he stands, turning around.

He sees Liath’s head peek from under his arm. “So what will it be today, Monsieur Neuvillette? A braid?”

“Well,” he jests, “if it is what flatters me, then I don’t see why there should be any objections.”

Soundlessly, they begin to make short work of his hair. Though there are times where a knot gets caught and a strand stretches taut, he sacrifices a grimace if only it means that he can see the pair behind him happy. If anyone were to take a peek at the Chief Justice’s office from afar, they would see two Melusines in a silly dance with curtains of hair in the grip of their palms, giggling in all their silliness.

The gentle morning sun graces his features as he looks out the window, and he shuts his eyes in contentment. He indulges in the warmth that settles over his skin, the very warmth that dots his freckles with a sun kissed gleam seldom seen by all; and he, too, is blissfully unaware of how unbearable it is for a lover like those from light novels to resist the temptation of tracing them: a likeness of a constellation behind a backdrop of midnight.

Before the knot on the braid is tied, their laughter is interrupted by the incessant banging on the door of the office. 

The Iudex’s slight smile droops. 

He turns slowly, careful to not ruin the braid and most importantly, the efforts of the pair that stood at knee height. The smile that disappeared returns when he sees Kiara signal for Liath to ‘shushhh!’, hands still holding tightly onto Neuvillette’s hair.

“I will attend to you soon,” he bellows. “Please, wait a moment.”

A familiar, grating voice sounds from the other end. “The audacity of you to deny the requests of your archon! I demand an explanation at once!”

At the recognition, this elicits a low groan from the Iudex. “I am occupied concurrently, Lady Furina. I implore you to have some patience.”

“And who are you to give me orders?” The door opens with great force, and he feels the braid in his hair begin to loosen. Looking around, he sees a few dashes of azure blue showing through the couch on his left; so they’ve decided to hide , he thinks, but the thought vanishes when the opening of the door widens, and he is oh, so blessed to find the ever revered archon with a crumpled tabloid in hand.

–——

Sucking in a sharp breath before pushing through the doors of the palais, you convince yourself that maybe Furina would loosen up to you — or maybe you’d just grow to tolerate her; but the thought of getting involved in any affairs with the two absolute roots of Fontaine’s laws for longer than you can imagine has you almost reeling. The image of what occurred last night leaves a bitter taste on your tongue; if only he wasn’t so — 

You push the thought aside, forcing a grin to keep up appearances. 

It isn’t long before you sense the oddly tense silence that suffocates Palais Mermonia, and it isn’t long before you fall victim of it, too. Everyone is robotically still, and you automatically conclude that they are judging your unruliness — but you come to the realisation that none are looking at you, per se, but instead intently listening to the quarrel that has permeated the Chief Justice’s office.

Though, the click of your heel has everyone’s head snapping to yours, and now find that they are, indeed, judging you — but for what exactly, you cannot discern. They fall into hushed whispers and what you swear are sour looks.

You retrace your steps. Nothing. What could you possibly have done to have everyone looking at you in such a manner? An instinct kicks in; you need to get away.

“Psssst!” a voice calls out from the end of the hallway. You let out a breath of relief. 

You quicken your pace, afraid that if you walk any slower, the grips of whatever force is out to get you will have you in their grasp, and the possibility of you being trodden over by the world might have you plead guilty and sentenced for life in the Fortress of Meropide. You shudder at the thought.

Sedene looks oddly pressed. 

“What is going on?” You question a little breathlessly.

She points to Monsieur Neuvillette’s office, and you instinctively advance closer to the door that was left ajar. The Melusine grabs your attention by tugging at your blouse, and promptly, flails her hands around as if to say: ‘don’t make a sound!’.

Her voice drops to a whisper. “Monsieur Neuvillette and Lady Furina… they seemed to have gotten into a dispute!”

You press your ear to the wood, and aren’t able to make out much except a few sharp profanities to which you aren’t familiar with. The door widens a little, and you catch sight of something in the hand of the Hydro Archon.

Is she… holding something? It surely isn’t the report from earlier, for it had been splattered across the ground at her little outburst. 

“The Présidence du Conseil d'État, she…”

Your interest piques at the mention of your title; what exactly could they be talking about? You shut your eyes to focus better.

“—This brings scandal to us! Do you not unders…”

“...You cannot possibly be considering this way of…

“That brat is involved. That brat! The Présidence d…”

Your eyes widen a fraction. Did she just call you a brat…? 

Sedene drags you back to reality by shoving a roll of paper in your hand. “Please, you must read the front page. ” You chuckle at this; why would she be so adamant to give you this now out of all times?—

Oh. 

Oh no.

Your jaw drops at the headline. 

SCANDAL UNFOLDING: THE CHIEF JUSTICE AND PRÉSIDENCE DU CONSEIL D'ÊTAT SPOTTED TOGETHER – 

A ROMANCE BLOSSOMING AT THE HEART OF FONTAINE'S SYSTEM!

That’s what Lady Furina was holding.

The adrenaline that rushes through you does not give you time to think. Giving Sedene a brief glance, you push the door. The Melusine grabs your hand. 

“No, no, no, madame! You mustn't—!”

Gently sliding away from her grip, you retort: “Yes, I must.” The look on the Melusine’s face is a perplexed one, and you choose to soften your tone at the guilt. “This matter pertains to me and I deserve to know why.”

Sedene nods, and promptly, moves out of your way. You barge through the doors of the man’s office. They do not seem to notice, too involved in their own quarrel to know to acknowledge that the doors are wide open.

You breathe in sharply. “Stop this at once.” Their attention is diverted almost immediately at your tone. 

“Look at her, Neuvillette! She is brash and rude and oh, so unladylike. Is this the woman you have entangled yourself with? Ugh, why won’t you answer me?”

Neuvillette groans. “I have clarified this one too many times. Lady Furina, these ‘romantic’ dealings have been misinterpreted by the public. You, the Hydro Archon, should be most aware of their foibles.”

She then aggressively points to the photo printed in monochrome — the photo of you pressed against his chest. You wince in anger, restraining yourself from ripping the paper from her hands.

“I have believed you countless times, Chief Justice. But this, I cannot accept.” She has her hands on her hips, a smug smile that you believe to be fake making its way onto her features. She shifts her gaze to you, and grins. “You said I was making it to the gossip columns, which means I need something to divert the attention from myself. And you… have just set yourself up for my redemption.”

Her eyes narrow with cunning. Something stirs in the pit of your stomach and you wish you never hear the curse that spills from her lips.

“I, the Hydro Archon, Focalors, hereby declare that you, the Présidence du Conseil d'État, are to be married to the Chief Justice of Fontaine.”

The room falls silent in collective disbelief.

Neuvillette is as bemused as you are. “I— Lady Furina, you cannot be serious.”

“Oh but except I am,” she declares.

She laughs cruelly at your stricken expression. “Aww… tongue-tied now, are we?” 

You jab a finger at her chest. “You conniving bitch—” 

She tuts, swatting your hand away with pitiful force. “Oh and now you’re acting ungrateful. I, Focalors, am buying time so I can save the people of Fontaine. Is that not what you wanted?” She chuckles into her palm, bending over at the sheer intensity of her delirium.

“Y—You’re just doing this to get back at me.” Your mind is a flurry of anger, confusion and everything that lies in between.

“And who told you that? I am just! I am the God of Justice — so why bite the hand that feeds you?”

“And what, exactly,” you snap, “have you done for the people of Fontaine? Oh, my mistake — your people!”

At your remark, she goes silent.

The Chief Justice steps forward, eyes slate. “Lady Furina, I implore you to retract your words at once.”

Furina perks up at this. “That I will not. The request still stands, Chief Justice.”

You contemplate your life within the fortress if you were to decline the offer, entertaining the notion that perhaps, you would be content with genuine, fervent romance. The Duke had always appeared charming to you, and you consider this for a single, lurching moment.

“And what if I am to refuse? Will you send me into exile? Banish me and leave Fontaine in disarray, all because of your foolishness?” You catch Neuvillette’s head snapping to yours in horror. 

She sputters in pure, unadulterated laughter. “I admire your courage! But your boldness can only take you so far, Présidence du Conseil d'État. You seem to forget the first clause that is printed on every copy of the legal codices that shape Fontaine. How, very telling of your inexperience.”

For this, she is wrong — because you do remember; and you recall it with great heaviness. 

The edict of the Hydro Archon takes precedence above all; any sign of rebellion shall subject the transgressor to severe punishment. 

Your expression falls. 

Furina pouts —and you nearly reach for the musket at your hip to plant a bullet through her skull. “Now, don’t give me that long face. I understand that you are pragmatic and mature enough to suck it up and take my command like a true head of Fontaine’s civil affairs. Live up to your predecessor!” She gives you a rough nudge on your shoulder and turns to leave.

The Iudex takes an empathetic look at you and shifts his gaze to the woman whose back is turned.“I repeat myself one more time, Lady Furina. Please, revoke your request.”

“Since you’re so adamant, I will make one exception: you may delay the wedding for a month — but maintain courtship up until you two are wed.” She turns her head, but her feet remain rooted on the floor. “Sounds good? ‘Cause it sounds like an absolute opera waiting to burst at the seams! Isn’t it just so refreshing to see people play actors for the first time in their lives? Oh I’m just so elated!”

She flashes a toothy grin, and exits stage left. 

The tension that hangs in the air has you and Neuvillette up in knots.

There is a shuffling that comes from behind one of the couches, but you are too lost and confused to acknowledge it.

Put the blame on your daze, but it is only now that you begin to regard the Chief Justice’s appearance. His tousled hair, with a braid coming undone and a bow haphazardly clipped in, almost brings a smile to your face as you realise that with the unruliness brings out a type of boyish manner from him. Closing your eyes in disbelief, the realisation sinks in—you cannot be marrying this man.

“I will find a way to reverse her words, madame. You have my word.” You note the brewing desperation in the very base of his voice. 

You conclude that there is no other way than to acquiesce to her wants; for it is pointless to counter her absurdity. It is difficult to argue with a difficult person, but it becomes nigh impossible to argue with someone who firmly believes they are right.

In the heat of it all, you are too disoriented to notice the heads of two Melusines peeking out from behind a couch. This comes as a surprise, however, for uniform blue could make anyone stick out like a sore thumb. 

“You do not have to act like you care for me, Monsieur Neuvillette. You are only saying this because you feel as if it is necessary. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Neuvillette tries reaching for you again, but this time, you are quick to pull away. “Your reputation precedes you, monsieur. I hold you in that regard.”

a/n : bro icl I just love neuvillette like im sry for doing him dirty its for the plot but hes j so scrumptious he makes me soaejjakehfebdk like I just wanna gnaw his cheeks so violently the world falls apart

taglist : @sek0ya

#neuvillette genshin #genshin impact #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette fanfic #reader insert #furina #marriage of convenience #NEUVILLETTE HAS FRECKLES AND I STAND BY THAT.

[intothegenshinworld]

 💛*₊“𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬”

a/n: this is my first post of the ebg! these can be read as x reader but will have some selfship lore bits hidden in them! || !! tw for the spiders in his cave ig TuT

You have to thank the Acting Grand Master for giving you the opportunity to meet Albedo.

Sure, at first you had cursed her for giving you the task of sending a letter to 'a camp' on Dragonspine (what a vague location), but if you had denied her request you would've probably never met the alchemist.

'A camp' had been an accurate description to describe Albedo's home. 

'Home' would've been a compliment too grand for the dump he lived in. 

Your eyes unwillingly observe the area he occupies. A sleeping bag is spread out on the ground, next to it a makeshift fire, and the remaining space of the cave is filled with lab equipment and books. 

You wonder if all alchemists lived like this. 

"I apologise," Albedo's voice echoes through the cave, "I hadn't expected any visitors."

You force your eyes away from a spider that scurries away from the sudden noise. With a bit of luck, your eyes land on his turquoise ones. 

He is pretty.

"It's alright. If anything, I feel like I should be the one to apologise for bothering you." An awkward chuckle escapes your lips.

You remember the alarmed expression he had moments ago. Albedo had been so immersed in his experiment that he hadn't heard you approach. By the time you greeted him, he nearly made the concoction in his hands explode by mistake.

"Don't worry about it." Albedo puts some wood onto the already burning fireplace, giving it a longer lifespan. "Please, warm up. I'll make something to drink in the meantime."

And while you weren't too happy to sit in the company of god-knows how many spiders, the warmth from the fire wasn't something you were going to refuse. Not after spending nearly a full day climbing Dragonspine on your own.

And with the help of both the fire and the hot chocolate he had given you, your body temperature returned to normal. 

"So," Albedo sits down next to you. "I assume you're here for the Knights of Favonious."

You nod. No sane person would visit Dragonspine without good reason. Of course you'd be here for buisness. 

When you remember the letter Jean had given you, you reach in your bag to retrieve it. 

"The Acting Grand Master had requested me to hand this to you. It seemed important, though, I don't know much aside of that."

His hand takes the letter from yours. 

You observe how his eyes move over the words and his expressions change. Albedo seems to think for a moment, and then he stands up. 

"I'll draft a reply. It's getting dark already, so I believe it'd be better for you to stay tonight."

Your expression sours.

Albedo continues after he carefully observes you. "Don't worry, I have a spare sleeping bag."

"One filled with spiders?"

The snarky comment escapes your lips before you realise you had said it out loud, and your hands fly up your lips in surprise.

And as if it couldn't get worse, 

Albedo laughs.

The sound is warm and gentle, and your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"You're afraid of spiders?"

"Well. You're obviously not, it seems."

His smile remains on his face. "If it comfort you, I'll give the sleeping bag a thorough check and remove any spiders in the area before you'll fall asleep."

"I suppose spiders are the lesser evil compared to the hillicurls on the mountain." You mutter, remembering how the monster would get more active in the dark.

In the end, you agree with him. 

While Albedo, the chief alchemist, writes a reply to the letter he received, you lay in the warmth of the spider-free sleeping bag while the fire keeps you warm.

© intothegenshinworld. This content above is made for the genshinblr ebg of October 2023, hosted by @i23kazu! Because of this, content like these will contain selfship lore. After the ebg, the blog will return to its usual content!

#albedo x reader #albedo #genshin impact x reader #astronetwrk #Shiro!EBG 10.23 #I hate spiders #no beta we die like durin

[kichous]

✧･ﾟ:*   with only the memories

summary. he tosses your sons’ bodies aside carelessly and you finally see him for who he truly is. series. history lesson. part one . part two . part three . part four you’re here ! pairing. ryomen sukuna x f!reader. warnings. period & canon-typical misogyny. light body horror. child death cw. word count. 1944

It was only a matter of time.

That was what you had been telling yourself all these years, trying to manage your expectations. Just because you thought yourself invisible didn’t mean you actually were, and it was—again—only a matter of time before somebody realized the King of Curses was fucking you.

Well, it’s only fair to say you were fucking him too. It’s a reciprocal thing, and Sukuna will readily admit to it, savoring the claim of how fiercely he’s desired compared to the other men in your life. But no one else will see it that way, least of all your father and husband, because you’re a woman and if you don’t belong to one, you belong to the other. Never yourself. That’s unthinkable. 

What a joke.

You will never be sure who told. A disgruntled servant, perhaps, or a greedy one, ready to sell out their mistress for Lord Otagi or Lord Konoe’s favor. Perhaps one of your husband’s lesser concubines, jealous of even your lowly status because you had borne him sons while she remained barren. Or perhaps there was a spy in your ranks, from the Gojo clan or another up-and-comer eager to see one of your clans fall.

(You consider, for a moment, that Sukuna himself had exposed your affair, grown tired of you and too lazy to dispose of you himself. But one look at his face when finds you tells you that, as monstrous as he is, he never wanted this to happen to you.)

They grant you a farce of a trial before the town, branding you as a traitor even as you plead innocence. It does not matter that you have bled for family, duty, and tradition. All they see when they look upon you is Sukuna’s whore. And when they look upon your boys, not yet ten years of age, born long before you and the Disgraced One had ever made love, all they see is a monster’s brood. Your guilt—and theirs, wrongful where yours is not—had been decided from the very moment Sukuna touched you.

Very well. You can accept that you had done wrong, forsaking and betraying a husband you never loved for the bane of Hida’s existence, but the boys were innocent. They did not ask to be born. They did not ask to be your sons. They are sentenced to death alongside you anyway.

You are, for the most part, more angry than fearful. You had known Sukuna would be the death of you one way or another. When his son passed forth between your legs without issue, neither stillborn nor in breach (a constant fear after your husband’s chief wife perished), you were not fooled. One way or another, even as the babe was smuggled safely to Aizu with his accursed father none the wiser, your mistakes would one day catch up with you. Only, when you prepared yourself for this inevitability, you were certain that you alone would be punished. You are very upset to be proven wrong.

They have you chased through the forest. Men with bows and arrows, sickles, slings, and any form of weapon they can find; wolf shikigami and live hounds to track your scent; you are pursued by all sides through the lush greenery you once called home. Given a head start, you shed almost all of the layers of your junihitoe, but it was still difficult to run even so. The hunters jeered and hollered at the sight. “What a slut. It’s no wonder Sukuna couldn’t resist, if this is how she beckoned to him.” That alone had been enough to stoke the flames of your anger. Still, the boys were your priority.

Making sure they stayed in front of you, you tried to shield them with your body as best you could. It was, predictably, useless. The weapons were meant to herd you, more so than harm. Piercing your flesh was simply an added bonus. The real prize to them, the real monsters pretending to be men (and oh how deliciously ironic it is that they refer to Sukuna as such), was watching the three of you careen over the lip of a cliff into the ravine below. They did not stay long after that.

The fall wasn’t enough to kill you, a grown adult. But the twins bounced out of your grasp with a sickening crack that will haunt you for whatever pitiful moments you have left.

You’re not sure how Sukuna found you—if Uraume informed him of your execution, if he followed your residuals through the thicket and down the treacherous plummet, if he’d been drawn by your cries of agony (for you were missing a limb) and anguish (for you were missing your children, a terrible pain so heart-rending that it had no name). His eyes are… strangely soft, all four of them, as he gazes upon you.

Sukuna whispers your name in mourning, and for the first time in a long time, he sounds like the human boy you once loved. Then, in an instant, his face hardens with hatred. “Who did this to you?” he demands, his levels of cursed energy spiking with enmity. “Your bastard father? Or has it come time for the Two-Faced Specter to visit his wrath upon Lord Otagi?”

“Please,” you croak, reaching out to catch his wrist. His arm is too thick for your fingers to encircle it, and he snatches your hand when it slides off of him. If he had joined you in the midst of your pursuit, you would have accepted the offer. But at the moment, the only thing you can think about is that his mastery of jujutsu means he’s as good a healer as you are. Perhaps even better. “The boys… Help them…”

You can see Michimaru, unnervingly still, just above Sukuna’s right thigh. You’ve never been an optimist, but for them, you have to try. “If you can use your reverse cursed technique—”

There had been a weight crushing your left side, something round cracking your ribs when you struck the river bank. Sukuna picks it up and flings it away like one would plywood. That thing is gentle little Takechiyo, the unnatural bend of his neck worsened by the way he lands on his head. Your cry is hoarse, rattling free of punctured lungs as you reach out to him in futility. “No!”

In contrast with the callous treatment he’d given your son’s corpse, Sukuna picks you gently up in his two upper-most arms. It’s tender, the way he looks at you, and that makes bile rise up in your throat. There was a part of you that knew he never truly loved you, but now it’s clear as day.

“I will destroy everyone who did this to you,” Sukuna vows. Had the words fallen from anyone else’s lips, you might have found such devotion romantic. From him, it’s possession. Fury that somebody had broken his toy without his permission. If Sukuna ever loved you, he would’ve saved your sons. He would listen as you pleaded with him, rather than glare in the general direction of your shared hometown, likely fantasizing about murder and pillaging. He only looks down when you speak his given name, one of the last relics that proved he was once just a man, and he softens just a little.

“Please,” you beg again. It is more than likely that an appeal to his humanity is useless, on account of him not having any, but you’re weak. If you were strong, you wouldn’t have ended up in this situation, either scaring off or destroying your accusers. If you were strong, you would have resisted Sukuna at every turn. But the helpless curve of his brow and the light pout of his lips will always bring to your mind the first boy you ever loved over the monster he’s become. “Please don’t do this.”

“You would grant them mercy?” Sukuna scoffs incredulously. You can almost detect a hint of disappointment.

“I would not have you use me as an excuse to raze Hida to the ground. I’ll not have my name sullied with the blood of thousands, I won’t have old neighbors and friends turned into the main course of my funerary feast because of your bloodlust.” You pull your hand from his grasp with what little strength you have left and reach up to cup his jaw. He lets you, even leaning into the touch. “You were better than this, once. You can be, again. Please. For me.”

“Your last wish?” he murmurs. Once more, he’s the ghost of a tender stablehand.

“My last wish is that you try to save my children,” you plead. “Take the boys, there’s still time, and go to Aizu. There’s—”

But your blood runs cold as his features harden. You stare into the visage of the King of Curses, the Two-Faced Specter, the Disgraced One, and you are reminded that you are a fool. No amount of wishful thinking will bring back the boy he pretended to be, and to him you will never be anything but something to own, not even really a prize—just a possession, an adornment. Bless the stars that you’d managed to stop before you told him of the child that you created together.

“Do not presume to hold any dominion over me. Do not condescend to me,” Sukuna says coldly. “I will punish who I like as I see fit. They have hurt you, and for that, they will pay.”

Still, he makes no mention of your sons. You wish to protest, to fight back, but you are tired, battered, and broken. Instinct had kept you alive, healing yourself with whatever cursed energy you could reverse. It is a taxing, exhausting process, and you can bear it no longer. Blood begins pouring freely from the stump of your left shoulder as your right lung collapses.

Your hand falls from Sukuna’s face, though you hardly feel it when it strikes the ground. You are numb all over. You’ve died for nothing, you think. If it had been for love, if Sukuna truly cared for you, then perhaps there might have been something romantically tragic to it. It may have meant something.

But he and his followers will martyr you for a cause you never asked for, and Michimaru and Takechiyo will be lucky to go down as a footnote in this story. You wonder if the sorcerers of the future will ever know your name, or if you will only be remembered as Sukuna’s woman, if you’re remembered at all.

His massive hand gently closes your eyes, and you’ve not the strength to open them again. “Rest, beloved,” he says softly. It just sounds like he’s mocking you, despite the tender tone that rumbles in his chest.

As you pass, in a moment that seems to stretch on forever, you are struck with a sudden burst of rage and hatred.

You curse this land and then men who ruled it, those who condemned you to a life of loveless misery since the very moment you were born. You curse Ryomen Sukuna, a man choosing to live by a monster’s name. If that is who he wants to be, if he wants to burn the world to ashes like a monster would, then you’ll grant his wish.

In this life and the next thousand, may Sukuna be the plague upon this land which had plagued you, every piece of him its punishment and scourge, from the ends of each hair to the tips of his twenty fingers.

(Little did you know—

You had cursed yourself too, to see this through.)

#ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #history lesson tag. #jjk fic. #gege: sukuna managed to unlock the ability to become a curse to endure and survive even after his phys form was destroyed! #me: okay but like what if it was a pretty girl who did all of that to him instead #for someone who doesnt really care for alcnt hgtwr i sure do write a lot of chars that are Her coded #although i would argue in many ways history lesson reader is rhnyr coded instead

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

𝒊𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕

chapter IV of and her heart is a bird on a spit in her chest

Pairing: Teenage!Arlecchino x gn!Teenage!Reader

Genres: angst, light hurt/comfort, politics & law, friends to lovers

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: themes of corruption and crime, violence, graphic depictions of murder, blood, mild angst

1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | 6 | epilogue

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The near-silence of the market square left a foreboding sensation on the back of your neck. Signs of dark shades broadcasted closed, a stark contrast to your previous visit. The reason for it was not unbeknownst to you however, as word of a protest at Place des Marées had haunted you since you left the orphanage with Manon just an hour earlier.

Things had changed in Fontaine during the last three weeks, and whether they were for better or worse had yet to be seen. Civil unrest had risen, and citizens were making their thoughts known to the establishments of justice here in the capital. Whispers of reconnaissance by the court and hidden resistances had circulated the streets; there was no doubt that both were watching.

Although part of you felt trepidation at the uprising, another part of you was eager to witness it.

With this in mind, you said, “There is practically no point in shopping today, we might as well leave.”

Manon huffed and stopped walking, her long dark coat hitting the back of her calves abruptly. “I suppose so.”

You crossed the small cobblestone street and took her hand in yours. You could tell there was a keen glint in your eye, causing your partner to raise her eyebrow.

“Would you take note of the open shops? We will stop and buy what we can before going back to the orphanage, but for now, I’d like to join those at the Place des Marées.”

“Of course, boss.” she teased, “And we will keep half of the money for ourselves, too.”

“Of course, boss.” you reiterated with a joyful smirk, enjoying the brief moment.

“We can’t both be in charge, __.” she quipped, reciprocating your expression though to a lesser degree.

“Maybe so, but do you expect for me to just let you be the boss?”

“No, but I do expect for you to give in to my demands.”

With a small huff, you shook your head and rounded a corner.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she smirked, causing heat to rise to your cheeks as you continued walking to the Place des Marées.

—

Any light-hearted atmosphere dissipated once you arrived at the square. A large crowd of people were dispersed around the area, some standing or sitting, and others shouting or holding a sign. Cries for those falsely convicted, those unfairly sentenced, those without proper representation, and those given no trial to receive freedom and rightful justice rang out through the citizens. Officers sat at the ready in front of the courthouse and around the crowd.

The various shades of grey in the sky rumbled, but no one seemed to mind.

You weaved through the crowd with Manon's hand still in yours, trying to get to the center of it all.

The middle of the square housed a large gold statue of the current chief justice. His stoic countenance looked down on the citizens from his large booth, creating a feeling of disdain in your chest.

"How long have you been here?" you asked someone sitting on the stone base circle of the statue's planter box.

"About 2 hours, but over half of the people have been here for 3."

"I see. Thank you."

There was no doubt that by the fourth hour, the number of enforcements would have doubled.

Manon tugged on your hand, bringing your gaze back to her fiery eyes. Her sharp, angled pupils appeared like lines of fresh lava across hardened rock, making your previous trepidation vanish upon seeing her determination. She released your hand before climbing up onto the stone planter box and reaching out for you. You took her hand once more and let her aid in bringing you up to her side. The motions repeated, and you felt eyes boring into your back as you stood on the statue's lap beside Manon.

From where you stood you could see out across the entire square, and you wondered if Neuvillette’s eyes could see the entire city from where he gazed.

“May I please have your attention!” Manon demanded, immediately sending thousands of eyes her way.

Your eyes were torn between her and the audience, but you felt it best to observe her spectacle.

"People of Fontaine! We have felt the repercussions of the unjust actions of those leading us for far too long. Every single one of you standing here now is here because your life has been altered due to this. The crimes of people like him," she began, pointing up to the chief justice's face, "have proceeded to shed our blood and trap us in cells, factories, or filth, while newspapers are given false reports or bought off. Our archon treats us like toys – as if we are not beings but puppets, existing simply for her hedonistic ends. Enough is enough! There is no need for such fault and fodder anymore if it can only exist like this!"

Cheers and shouts of support sounded from below you as Manon grabbed your hand and sent a solid, affirming gaze your way – the blaze of fury in her eyes bright as ever.

You turned to the expectant crowd, lifting your joint hands and shouting, "May today mark the beginning of the end of our plight! Vive la révolution!"

Thunder clapped once more and rain began falling. Citizens reciprocated the action as officers closed in, their numbers increased just as you had thought. It seemed time was up. Reporters and spies finished their duties before leaving the square in conspicuous and inconspicuous ways. The details of the scene faded as proud and emboldened shades of black and red came into view once more.

Manon was something secure amidst the instability of the nation's climates – her never-ending drive infectious and her leadership inspiring. You couldn't help but wonder just how influential she could become.

—

The bright aureate rays of the sunset sent a golden glow across the many dirtied fruits sprawling out from your heavy wicker basket, laying tipped over and rocking lightly back and forth. Your feet pounded against the cobblestone, worry falling on your features as Manon raced ahead of you. She had voiced suspicions about the atmosphere surrounding the orphanage, and as you got closer she appeared more on edge, sending a nervous feeling into your stomach.

The front door was left slightly ajar, and Manon had swung it fully open, rushing into the entryway. Her head shifted in multiple directions before she turned halfway back to you.

The building was oddly silent. There was no trace of any person, the children's belongings organized about now gone. All that remained were the director's decorations. It was unnerving – the stark difference in the building when all of the kids were gone.

Light heeled footsteps echoed down the main hall as a figure in a blue and white frilled dress entered your view.

"What happened here?" Manon asked the director, looking over at her with accusation.

“Le Commerce Quinquennal.” Vivienne replied simply, walking between you both to the large mahogany door. 

“What is that?” you questioned, turning around to watch the director’s precise movements.

“Something neither of you will ever have to worry about,” she said, leveling her gaze with yours. “Now please… go pick up that poor produce and bring it to the kitchen for me.”

You watched her as you walked out of the door, blood thrumming through your veins. You heard Manon’s sharp voice interrogate the director, but her avoidant quips in response were quickly ending the conversation.

As you picked up the dusty fruits and vegetables, you started formulating a plan to discover what this orphanage was.

—

Low light cast dubious shadows over the light blue walls of the main hall. Vivienne’s office sat at the end, the dark door ominous. Her bedroom was only one room down from where you stayed with Manon, both of them on opposite sides in the middle of the long hall.

After discussing your ideas with Manon the previous night, you were ready to move forward with what you concurred was the best current option.

Investigating the Director’s office.

You stepped out into the hall first, facing her tall door and the light still peeking out from beneath it. Keeping your breath low and footsteps light, you walked along the wall to her door before beckoning Manon to follow. You pulled out a spare bobby pin you had found in the bedroom – it would be simple enough to pick an inside door. You had done it plenty of times before.

After inserting the pin into the lock, you heard the sharp click that signified the door was unlocked. You looked behind you at Manon and nodded quickly before gazing behind her at Vivienne’s door.

Still closed.

You rapidly opened the door before shutting and locking it quietly behind you both.

~

Manon remained silent as she walked directly to the director’s desk, sorting through the papers neatly stacked on top of it. You stood watch by the door, yet still attempted to sort through her nearby bookshelf to see if you could find anything of note. She had been in this room a few times before, the first being when she initially arrived. You put her in charge of investigating the areas that were likely to contain the most answers due to that.

The only papers on the surface that could hold any meaning were the orphanage’s funds. Since you were visiting the market today, it was likely that Vivienne wanted to review what the establishment had. What piqued Manon’s interest the most were the payments deposited into the funds and occasionally to Vivienne herself. They were from a person marked as nothing but Captain, with a few from the Jester. They were simple titles, but they sparked an out-of-place remembrance.

“Have you ever heard of the Captain or the Jester?” she asked you with a whisper.

You looked at her quizzically, but there was a hint of familiarity in your eyes that she could see even in the dim light.

“No,” you replied with a slight shake of your head, turning back to go through the books once more.

It was a lie, but she was unsure of your motives to do so.

She placed the book of finances down, moving onto the large drawers along the sides of the desk. She pulled out the first, unveiling labeled manilas of the orphanage’s past deals and business. There was a file longly marked SN-F. LCQ. CoF-OdlFS. Manon knew what the abbreviations meant.

Upon setting the file on the desk’s surface and opening it, she was greeted by papers, contracts, and court reports showing a history of scheming since the orphanage was created.

Snezhnaya had an agreement with Fontaine that laid out the formation of Le Commerce Quinquennal. Factories would be established in Snezhnaya that would allow for Fontaine to use a portion of the nation’s resources for their own gain while sending “convicts” to the factories as workers. In turn, Orphelinat de la Fleuve Sinueux would be established in Fontaine for Snezhnaya among a couple of other orphanages. Children would be purposefully sent to them to be taken care of and raised while gaining life experience. Every five years, the children from the orphanage would be exchanged with Snezhnaya for a select group of workers equal in number to the group of children.

Manon’s thoughts were racing as she quickly gathered the information and placed it back into its spot in the drawer. She closed it and leaned down to open the second, her nerves on edge.

“We’re still clear,” you spoke, picking up on her growing stress.

She ignored you as she looked over the files, seeing both yours and hers with the rest of the children’s. In a moment of impaired judgment, she removed your file and opened it on Vivienne’s chair. She already knew things from your past, but she did not expect to find what she did.

Your father was an agent for the Fatui who would monitor their port deliveries and dealings along the Côte des Pêcheurs, making him the one locally in charge of the eastern coastal regions.

Manon looked up and made eye contact with you.

Light steps could be heard approaching the room.

Her mind was jumbled, but she still shoved your file back into the drawer before securing the organization of the desk and taking your hand. She brought you behind the couch to hide, taking the safer precaution than hiding behind Vivienne’s desk.

The sound of a key turning and the door opening filled her with an uncomfortable fear.

The older woman huffed as she approached her desk, retrieving the finance book and one of her pens, as well as a small stack of papers. She looked out at the room with a focus on the fireplace.

"Furina and her contumelious remarks," the director uttered, "When will she simply let me be."

Manon's eyebrows furrowed as she heard Vivienne's statement. Perhaps the archon and the director were on worse terms than she suspected.

As the door latched shut, Manon listened to the receding echo of footsteps and lightly shook her head.

She leveled her gaze with yours, noticing the odd appearance of fight in your eyes.

"We have to escape – now or never." you voiced, something unnerving now swimming in your glossy eyes.

"I agree," Manon responded, observing the rise of derangement in your demeanor. It seemed that she was not the only one who had made a shocking and terrible discovery.

—

The murky night was hardly visible through the glared glass of the train car.

Your escape was successful, but it was only the beginning of your journey. Gathering your belongings and sneaking out of the orphanage was simple, but navigating the dark alleyways to the train station was tedious. Luckily, you were skilled in avoiding officers.

The train station was hesitant to provide you and Manon with tickets on a midnight car, but with a few extra dollars, they did not bat an eye. Neither did the conductor or the attendants, who should have noticed you after the speech at the square the previous day.

Most of the city did, you realized, as those not in attendance would have seen newspapers headlined ‘Les Fous Perfides', Marie Donnadieu and __ __, call for revolution at Place des Marées protest, just as you did on your trek here.

The smooth movements of dark water rested underneath the sturdy glass floor of the train car as it ran along the eastbound aqueduct. You were returning to the Côte des Pêcheurs in order to find a fisherman or travel boat that would take you across the Mer Glacée to the Vetreny Port in Snezhnaya.

—

As you exit the train car and descended the stone steps, you came face to face with your hometown, Mélodie des Vagues. Your family had a mixed reputation here, with some people thinking well of your parents and others terribly. You took Manon’s hand as you walked the familiar streets, being reminded of the past at every turn. Some shopkeepers and Fatui agents gave you welcoming smiles in hope of a word or two, but your steeled gaze kept them away. While you usually would have felt guilty for the needless abrasiveness, you had a goal in mind that was on limited time.

You knew Manon could perceive the situation well from beside you, but you had to bury your doubts and fears of her questioning more about your background. 

The longer you spent in the town, the more danger you were in.

You couldn’t share everything with Manon, even if you wanted to. The secrets of your family were to be taken to the grave, especially after your mother’s death.

Vivienne knew half of them somehow, but with what you read in her diary, you could tell she had some history with your parents. Why she never gave you any hint of your connection, you could not guess, but from what you read and knew of her, she was an expert in facade.

You were not far from the dock by now – all you needed to find was someone who would bring you to the land of eternal winter. You stopped to ask a few people sitting along crates, but they would not be loading up and leaving until sunrise, something that was still two hours away. That would be far too long to wait.

There was a sign propped up nearby showing the times of arrival and departure for passenger ships, but one would not be arriving for three hours, and the other would not be departing until noon.

With no other people close to their ships or you, you decided to ask an angler sorting through their supplies if they could take you to Snezhnaya. They said yes, and that they would be leaving with their crew in fifteen minutes.

It was your only option.

You heard nothing from Manon beside you, and looking at her features you could see a storm brewing.

Bringing one of your hands to cup her cheek, you rubbed your thumb over the arch.

“Speak your mind, Manon,” you whispered.

She looked apprehensive, yet still brought her hand to rest over your wrist before sighing in reluctance.

“I have discovered many unpleasant things tonight, and I am simply trying to sort through them all, ma lumière.”

You hummed, “So have I. When we leave this place, we will have all of the time in the world to figure it out together.”

“I suppose so.” she voiced with a small smile, rubbing her own thumb over the prominent veins of your wrist.

You watched as her eyes softened slightly, before moving over your shoulder and instantly hardening.

You raised an eyebrow and turned your head to follow her line of sight. Waiting for you was a tall figure wrapped in a dark coat with a hand resting heavily on a silver-laced cane. One of their eyes was scarred in a manner that was all too familiar to you.

“What do you want, Henri?” you asked him sternly.

“You know why I am here, __.” he replied, taking a step forward.

Manon brought her arm in front of you, trying to shield you from the threat. You pushed her arm down and took another step forward to match his.

“The death of your father had nothing to do with me. That was simply the business between our parents and you know this.”

“Yet their business still became ours didn’t it?” they queried, tilting their head. “If it were not for your petty little siren tricks, I would not still be facing the difficulties that I am now.”

“Your self-hatred has never been an issue involving me. The only reason you are facing these difficulties is because you attacked me years ago with this same belief.”

He took another step forward. “Where’s your brother, __? Did he finally leave you too?”

Manon tugged you back to her.

“You’re well connected, Henri, you should know.”

He chuckled dryly before standing taller. Within one swift movement, he had pulled a pistol of pyro from his coat and shot it straight through your heart.

~

Manon watched wide-eyed as you fell to your knees on the damp dock. The nearby citizens were panicked, but some were too afraid to move. She assumed this show of violence was not an uncommon occurrence here.

“The siren’s one weakness – fire straight into a heart of water.” Henri whispered as they turned and began fleeing the scene.

Manon was shocked by the news of your nature, and increasingly worried about your health as she knew very little of what one would need to recover from such a drastic injury. All that Atlas had ever taught her about the species was that although they had blood, it was severely watered down due to the fact that the chambers of their heart were created from the sea.

“What do you need?” she questioned, hands moving over you unceremoniously.

You grasped at your throat and chest, almost unable to speak. “End… him…” you voiced dryly.

Manon shook her head, “I’m not leaving you here.”

You moved a hand to her shoulder, gripping it tightly. Your gaze met hers, and she instantly felt compelled to hear your every word.

“Go,” you said sadly.

She did.

Henri had not gotten very far, at least for the speed at which Manon was silently traveling. She grasped his shoulder and threw them into the nearest alley. His body landed with a thump, their cane rolling into another metallic object obscured in darkness. She heard none of their words as she began tearing at his face, leaving shreds of bloodied and burnt flesh on the stone ground. Their screams were soon silenced as Manon made her way down his body, blindly and furiedly completing the task she was given. It had been years since she last treated someone this way, but a part of her deep inside missed the thrill and brutality of it.

No one came searching for him, or to investigate the situation.

~

Manon returned to the dock, blood dripping from her clawed fingertips and her clothes. Sinew was stuck under her fingernails, and parts of her coat were burned.

None of it mattered to her, though, as you were not there waiting for her at the dock. In fact, there was no one remaining.

She ran through nearby buildings, gaining many stares as she did so. She tore through supplies and crates with no regard for the property. She looked over the docked ships, but still to no avail.

Finally, she looked down into the water that now began to lighten with the blossoming sunrise. Tears began to rise in her eyes for the first time in a month, her mind reeling from the day and her heart aching.

You were either dead or gone. And she failed to protect you or help you when you needed it most.

But why would you send her away? Was it all a lie? Or were you afraid of her realizing the reality of your life?

None of it mattered to her anymore. All she wanted was to find you again.

#and her heart is a bird on a spit in her chest #ahhbshc #coff writes for genshin🍵 #genshin arlecchino #fatui arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #fatui harbingers #the knave #genshin #genshin spoilers #fontaine

[chiefweasel]

I love it when we get to write narratives for class :)

A really short Chief x Lesser story is coming to you all soon and I am momentarily pausing everything else witw related I'm working on (the art, the other fics) because this assignment is technically due friday

Here's a sneak peak =)

#chief weasel #the wind in the willows #witw #the wild wooders #lesser weasel #Chief x Lesser #fanfic preview #witw fanfic #I wrote for class

[canichangemyblogname]

Hello all!

There are posts going around on X, FaceBook, TikTok, and Tumblr claiming that Hamas has called for a global day of Jihad this Friday against "Western" targets and allies. Other posts claim he has called for a worldwide day of violent strikes on Jewish institutions. Many of these posts use news articles from right-wing and tabloid sources, like the National Review.

The original source is Reuters, and it actually says very little compared to what outlets like the Daily Mail are reporting.

The former leader of Hamas' political wing and current head of Hamas' diaspora office, Khaled Meshaal, has called for Muslims in the Islamic world to protest Friday in support of Palestinians. Meshaal also called on Jordan, Syria, Lebanon, and Egypt to help in the conflict.

His reported statement is as follows:

"I call on you... to head to the squares and streets of the Arab and Islamic world on Friday, the Friday of Al Aqsa Flood. Deliver a message through the squares and the streets, a message of anger, that we are with Palestine, that we are with Gaza, with Al Aqsa, with Jerusalem, and that we are a part of this battle, this is first.

Second, Gaza is calling you for help, with relief and money, with whatever you own, whoever can help; this is the moment of truth... We are facing truth, and here I say clearly, without hesitation, this is the moment for the nation to join in the fight, to fight with them.

I call firstly on the surrounding countries, Jordan, Syria, Lebanon, and Egypt, all of its sons and daughters; officially and popularly, your duty is bigger because you are closer to Palestine.

Tribes of Jordan, sons of Jordan, brothers and sisters of Jordan, from all of your sides and backgrounds, this is a moment of truth, and the borders are close to you; you all know your responsibility, and this applies to all nations.

To all scholars who teach jihad for the sake of God and who preach the fighters and martyrs, to all who teach and learn, this is a moment for the application so that words are not just words."

There is no definite meaning to the concept of jihad as the concept is constantly evolving in meaning, practices, strategies, teaching, and understanding. It has been interpreted and re-interpreted for a variety of political reasons. In the context of Islamic law, the "lesser" jihad generally refers to an armed struggle against outsiders in the way of Allah. The "greater" jihad, on the other hand, refers to the struggle to be a good Muslim and pious, and this is the common meaning of jihad for 99.999% of the 1.8 billion Muslims around the world, which is why I caution against alarm.

More responsible news outlets report that without greater elaboration, Meshaal's comments have not made it clear whether he purely intends to provoke political protests and plead for relief, or if there is a deeper meaning given he still represents Hamas. They have stressed that pro-Palestinian acts are not inherently aligned with terrorism and violence at a time when people have been taking to the streets in major cities worldwide to peacefully protest in solidarity with the Palestinian people. These protests are unrelated to Meshaal's statement. Less responsible news outlets, however, are reporting this as a call for a global military jihad against Jewish people as well as "Western" countries and their allies.

Officials have cautioned against jumping to conclusions, warning that interpreting Meshaal's statement as a call to global military action can lead to violence. Fearmongering will only contribute to the likelihood of sectarian violence. It is also more likely to contribute to antisemitic and Islamaphobic hate crimes in the Global North. The advice of conservative political strategists like Joey Mannarino (who I have seen many people and outlets quoting) to Americans is an overreaction.

The Jewish Community Center released a statement after Reuters published Meshaal's statement, saying that while there aren’t any known threats against Jewish institutions in the U.S., it will remain on high alert. Out of an abundance of caution, they are taking proactive steps to provide greater security for Synagogues, Jewish community centers, and Jewish neighborhoods. Jewish advocates recommend that Jewish people remain vigilant during this time as the outbreak of violence in Israel often leads to a spike in antisemitic crimes in the Global North.

Contrary to what some claim, you will not have to avoid any public spaces on Friday. Not trains. Not planes. Not shopping malls. There are *no* known threats against U.S. institutions or Jewish institutions in the U.S. If you do not live in Egypt, Lebanon, Israel, Syria, or Palestine, you are likely to remain unaffected by any protests, riots, or violence inspired by this conflict. So, please, do not inspire panic about Friday.

I urge the WASP-y Americans and non-Jews reblogging right-wing news coverage and fretting about their safety over the next 24 hours to remember that this isn't about you. And, please, for the love of peace, stop depicting this as a holy war, reducing the conflict to Muslims v. Jews, and claiming this as the start of WWIII. You are *not* helping anyone, least of all the religious minorities you’re claiming to support.

Let's keep the focus on relief and liberation for the Palestinian people and on relief for the victims of terrorism. And let's take efforts to make our own country a safer, more secure, more welcoming, and more comfortable place for religious minorities. That includes Jewish people.

Thank you,

Evan

#I wanted to provide people the original source #and his whole statement #as I was tired of seeing people back up this news with sources like the Daily Mail and National Review #I don't expect this to go far #given it is not 150 characters or less #and given it isn't sensational #Palestine

[leyia]

𝐍𝐚’𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ’𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐧 (𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲)

/𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑇𝑊𝑂

Summary: having fulfilled the Tsaheylu with Neteyam, it was decided to keep the relationship a secret. However, you were oblivious that someone had been watching all along.

Pairings: Neteyam x Metkayina!FemOc

Word count: Oneshot spin-off (short)

Warnings/notes: established relationship, suggestive fluff, beef with Aonung’s gang, kids fighting (chaos), jealous Nete, Na’vi expressions (self-explanatory)

“Don’t go anywhere near my daughter, Sully”

You were found out. Both parents were at a loss for words. They disapproved of the whole affair with Neteyam, manifestly because of bad timing. The news was echoed like sea tides, swiftly widespread among the Awa’atlu. Up until reaching Jake’s ears. After fervently lashing out at his son for causing further trouble, your lover could barely meet your blubbering eyes, head hanged low as he left the family’s marui.

Tonowari made it clear that disobeying the given order of distancing, leaving to find Teyam covertly would get his familiars evicted from the reef territory, perpetually. You had no say in this decision, as Father’s intention was to pick a man befitting the position of his future son in-law. Though, you didn’t want any other man. Regardless, ballant public attempts of courting soon ensued in waves.

Many Na’vi males festered up with gifts in hand and dripping honey syrup praise, wishing to prove themselves alongside arranged marriage proposals, but to no avail. Gents had their hopes witnessing your mate laying low, taking the freedom of acting out on their impulses. Soberly knowing that the forest boy was heavily kept in check, with his righteous title still left lingering as an unofficial binding. However this only made you shrivel back into your shell, their efforts would bear no fruition, you would choose no other than him.

“I told you to leave her alone, Freak”

That was the last shove Neteyam needed to send a flying iron punch into Aonung’s loose jawline. Thus getting in a heated brawl with his previously snickering friends. Lo’ak had already been eagerly awaiting the ready signal to knock some sense into them for insulting Kiri, of “demon blood” or whatnot. However, having to explain themselves about who drew the first blow in presence of two Chief Ole’eyktans was certainly a lesser fun activity.

As the most adept healer in this situation, You were unavoidably called for to mend the half-baked dimwits, and tend to their wounds. It wasn’t easy nevertheless. Aonung didn’t even bother looking at you while patching him up, too embarrassed that you intuitively and unspokenly knew he was guilty of leaking your private ventures with a certain blue boy.

“I’m sorry sis”

You purposefully pushed down on his now opened cut, at which he stiffly winced

“Ow! Okay, okay I didn’t really mean it, but he still totally deserved it-“

*smack*

“Watch it, I already have a headache as it is. Go apologise, now”

With that, he didn’t utter another word, scurrying towards the opening of your tent. As you were intently cleaning the aid material. It took long to notice the approaching footsteps of another. Looking up, your dainty eyes widened at the towering sight of who stood there waiting.

“Neteyam.”

Before you could even treat him, he spun you in a yearning kiss which took you by the heels. Hardly have you ever seen your Teyam this needy, deepening the first innocent onslaught into a feverishly make-out session that led you breaking away for air. But he was relentless by chasing after your glossy lips and leaving peppermint pecks all over. All before resting in the crevice of your neck, chest heaving unsteadily with it’s every rise and fall.

“I missed you, yawne”

“Nìteng tìyawn, but we’re not allowed to meet this way. Father will see-“

“I’ve proved myself to him, he’s accepted me as his son”

“He what? How upon Eywa-?” the news barely ringed into your ears. You couldn’t conceive it, after just a few eclipses apart he managed to persuade your indomitable dad into giving up and ceding his daughter to whom he refused so ardently?

“Jake helped me out, we’ve made a promise to the Metkayina, unifying our Clans. I’ve also passed a few trials, so uh, some pampering could help me regain strength…”

Joy filled your chest as you caught your mate in a melting embrace. Relishing in the moment, you remembered all the little instances captured of him visibly jealous and about to ravage flocking suitors, or help out your community. Chuckling to yourself, you thanked Eywa for leading Neteyam into your life. Placing one last chaste kiss onto his temple, you rested your head there, eyes closed.

“Nga yawne lu oer. Yours truly, always”.

/𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑂𝑛𝑒 :

#twotw #avatar #pandora #james cameron #oneshot #neteyam #y/n #navi oc #navi x reader #metkayina

[chainsaw-trash]

if she says come inside

Yet another plotless smut, yet another modern AU. I like modern AUs, what can I say. Please, enjoy this and a little ask or a little comment or a reblog is always welcome to feed the suffering writer. Pairing: Aki x Reader Word count: 3695 Warnings: ns//fw, anal sex

For anyone passing by the Devilock was a small, dark and definitely shady looking hell hole of a bar. But it was his hell hole of a bar. It had been almost something of a second home to him since near the end of college, a few years back. With a gastronomy degree almost in hand, Aki had expected himself to go to work in some expensive restaurant where he wouldn’t get much money - nor much respect. And that was exactly what happened, but the pay was less, and  the respect lesser, then even he had imagined. So when he saw an offer for a starting bartender at the local punk bar, paying more than he got and with better benefits too, he was quick to grab it.

Mixing drinks had been a hobby, equal parts party trick and just something picked out of sheer curiosity for the chemistry of alcoholic beverages. He never planned on it being his long time job. Life, however, rarely goes as planned. Now, a few years in, he was chief bartender, and general person in charge of the bar when the owner was out. Aki knew the Devilock like the back of his hand. From the quiet back balcony he used for smoking to the one stall in the men’s bathroom with the suspiciously hip high hole in one side of it - a hole he’d cover up ever so often before someone opened it up again.

Still, being on the other side of the bar felt somewhat weird. He was used to the noise of the beer tap and cold metal of the cocktail shaker in his hand. But today all he heard was the music and all his hands felt was the warmth of your skin - and the occasional cold glass of beer. Aki had come with you to the bar on his night off, there was a band on stage today that he knew you liked, he usually enjoyed their performances too so he invited you to come. 

It also helped a lot that the owner let him drink for free.

The Devilock was packed today, even the usually empty mezzanine was bustling with movement. You two had found your spot further from the stage, away from the worst of the crowd. You were pressed against a pillar closer to the entrance, Aki’s back on the cold concrete as yours rested on his chest. Still, even from a distance, the music from the band almost drowned the sound of the people. Not that Aki cared much, at the moment all his mind could focus on was you. 

Maybe it was the alcohol getting to his head, or maybe the blunt you’d passed him before coming was a bit too good, but Aki was hella horny. Horny and sensitive, like he hadn’t felt in a good while. And having you pushed tight against him all night was not doing him any favors. None whatsoever.

The smell of your hair, a mix of his cigarettes and your shampoo, had Aki almost moaning out loud as he peppered kisses on the side of your neck. One of his hands held you tight by the waist, the other resting on your hips, feeling the texture of your skirt against his skin. Your body pressed his to the pillar and Aki could feel every shift and stir of your curves as you moved to the beat - and he sensed his self control hanging from a thread.

Aki trailed the path from your shoulder to the back of your neck with wet kisses, tightening his grip on you as he left a hickey on your nape. It had you shifting in a way that made your ass rub just right against his crotch, there was no doubt a bulge was forming on his pants. Aki heard you whine, a sound that almost had him on his knees. Fuck, he was really a mess tonight, wasn’t him?

“Aki,” you moaned out his name, barely above the music.

You turned your body around, coming face to face with him. He could feel your breasts pressing against his chest, and any thoughts that changing positions could help were expelled from his mind. From where Aki was he could see deep within your neckline now, the tantalizing desire to just pull your tits out of your shirt crossing his mind before he fought it. You were so close, lips almost touching, the smell of your perfume taunting his composure.

“Love,” his response came in a deep rumble as he fitted his gaze deep into your eyes.

“What are you doing?” Your hands moved from his chest to his neck as you asked the question, tone laced in malice. 

“Just kissing my girl.”

He shot you a playful smile before crashing his lips to yours, tongue caressing your bottom lip before he gave it a slight bite. The hand around your waist traveled down further until it found your ass, fingers groping your soft flesh through the fabric of your clothes. The other hand traveling up along your side until you felt his thumb brush your chest.

“More like coping a feel.” 

You both laughed as you broke apart from the kiss, faces still so close. Aki shrugged, eyebrows shooting up as he tilted his head to the side.

“Well,” he paused for a second, “you are my girl, so… I don’t see the problem.”

“Pervert,” you hit his chest for emphasis as he moved in for another kiss.

“Yeah, yeah,” you both laughed again, Aki slurring on his words as he spoke between kisses. 

Your laughter quickly died out as you felt his tongue in your mouth, the taste of cigarettes and beer overwhelming your senses. The contrast of his soft lips on yours with his rough hand sneaking under your shirt making you shiver. Aki pulled you closer yet, hand firmly on your back leaving you no space. That’s when you felt it, the large bulge pressing against your belly, hard, hot and heavy. 

Aki groaned at the friction, the brush of your body against his cock already sending sparks through his nerves. His large palm came to cradle the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss. It’s not like you could get much closer than this, but he still wanted more. He felt one of your hands pull on the leather of his jacket as the other traveled dangerously down.

“Fuck,” he hissed, breaking apart the kiss, the sound somewhere between warning and encouragement.

It was your turn to taste his neck now, tongue loose and sloppy as you kissed your way closer to his collarbone. Aki had to bite back a moan, feeling your wet lips on his neck and the warmth of your hand on his cock. You were being a fucking tease, tracing the bulge on his pants with your fingers before squeezing it through the fabric. 

In a moment of lucidity Aki looked around the two of you, nobody seemed to have noticed anything yet. Fuck, you shouldn’t be doing this. It was definitely wrong, this was his work and today the place was packed. It was definitely wrong, and that surely added to the thrill. You sink your teeth on the side of his neck and this draws a hiss from his lips, making him pull on the hairs at your nape before releasing them again.

You snake one arm around his neck, almost as if hugging him innocently while the hand on his cock stroked him lazily, occasionally squeezing him through his jeans. Aki felt almost feverish at this point, drowning in your tease and the feeling of your lips, softly humming the songs on his skin. No matter how much he tried, it didn’t take much for him to break.

Aki’s fingers came to caress your hair before you felt his lips against your ear. “Is this how you want to play, huh?”

You feel his hand tug on your hair as the one under your shirt digs into your flesh. The voice in your ear is a low rumble, husky and warm. Aki uses your hair to pull your head back, making you look him eye to eye. The blue of his eyes is almost nowhere to be seen, pupils dilated like two immense black holes - and you can’t be sure if it’s from lust or intoxication. All you can give in reply is a whine and he laughs.

“Oh, love,” he laughs, amused at the situation, “you are no good,” he smiles again, one hand grabbing your wrist and tearing your fingers from his cock. “No good,” he murmurs into your mouth, crashing his lips into your.

His hand holds your face as he kisses you deep and sweet, it tastes like heaven and has Aki slowly grinding his hips against you. When he pulls away you groan in dissatisfaction, the smile on his face is almost obscene. He brushes your hair away from your eyes, his other arm pulling you tight against him as he lightly sways you both.

“Slut,” it’s somewhere between a laugh and a whisper, his eyes lustful but soft on yours.

“Huh huh,” you laugh softly, hand coming to his chest again, “your slut.”

Aki laughs, pulling his lips to your ear, skin brushing softly against each other. “Then I’m gonna fuck you like one,” he punctuates his words with a nibble on your ear.

It happens faster than you can process, the next thing you know Aki is pulling you by the hand through the crowd that had formed on the bar. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe you are still a bit high, but you can’t help the laughter that bursts from you. It’s rare to see Aki break his wall of seriousness, even when he is horny, so seeing him this reckless is a welcome change.

Aki is pulling you through the crowd, from the entrance to the back of the club, near where the actual bar is. There are a lot of people and he has to hold your hand tight but there is no way he could stay like that. And if you two hadn’t moved from where you were there was the actual danger he’d fuck you right there. Maybe another day, in a bar he doesn’t actually work at. So he went for the next best thing: the disability bathroom that they had to keep locked - ironically, because people kept fucking in it. It just so happened Aki had the key. 

“Aki, what are you doing?”

Your voice was breathless from trying to keep up with his strides in the middle of the crowd. Aki was clearly in a rush to get wherever he was taking you. In a few more steps he came to a stop, hands fumbling with something you couldn’t quite see in the darkness.

“Trying to open this door so I can fuck you senseless,” Aki’s voice was barely above a wishper, hissing in annoyance at the lock before finally finding the right key.

“What?” You had to contain yourself to keep quiet, looking around almost frantically as you noticed that you two were now close to the actual bar. “What if somebody notices?”

“Nobody is gonna notice, the only person who could notice is my boss and she will be too busy ogling at the band’s vocalist.”

Aki fumbled with the lock a bit before opening the door, pulling you inside and locking it again. As soon as you were both inside he shoved you against a wall, one hand going to turn on the old yellow bulb from the ceiling. The light wasn’t that strong, nothing much better than the darkness before, but it was good enough. In a moment Aki was on your lips, silencing a plea you barely had the chance to start.

The kiss was sloppy, his wet lips quickly making you forget what you wanted to say. You moaned and the echo of your own voice rang into your ears. The constant sound of the muffled outside music feeling foreign to you, like you were in a whole other dimension. One where finally it was only you and Aki, and you could fully give into the feeling of his body on yours.

Aki pulled his mouth from yours, a trail of saliva connecting your lips as he gazed into your eyes for a brief moment. Pulling the neckline of your shirt down he revealed your tits, mouth quickly finding your warm skin. He was rough and hungry, biting and sucking at one breast as his hand groped the other, fingers sinking deep into sour soft flesh. 

Once he was satisfied with the hickey he left on you, his lips moved, tongue quickly finding your nipple. You were pulling at his hair now, his hair tie quickly coming loose as you held onto him for dear life, trying your best not to scream. He moaned into your chest, sending shivers down your spine as his other hand found your clothed pussy. 

Aki’s deft fingers pressed against your folds through the fabric of your panties, putting pressure on your sensitive clit. Fuck, you were wet already. He could feel your hips bucking into his hand, legs shaking under his touch. Pushing your panties aside, he slipped one finger into your soaked pussy, relinquishing the feeling of your warm pussy. 

You pulled on his hair again and this time Aki responded, lifting his head from your breast and coming face to face with you again. Now that he looked at you in the light he saw the state of your lips, red and bruised from his previous kisses. You looked gorgeous. Your pleasure face as his finger moved inside you. The glow cast by the warm light on your skin. The way your eyes gazed into his through your heavy eyelashes. You were simply perfect.

Aki crashed his lips to yours again, a second finger joining the first inside your pussy. His tongue using your gasp as an opportunity to slip inside your mouth. The hand on your breast moved to your neck and you could feel the pressure of his long fingers against your throat. All you could feel was him. All you wanted to feel was him.

You sensed Aki quickening the pace of his fingers as one of your hands tugged on his hair again, the other stroking his cock through his jeans. He had your legs trembling, your breath erratic and you could feel yourself coming close. The coil in your core tightening ever more as you moaned into the kiss.

He could feel you getting closer too. Your soft warm walls quivering around his fingers, pressing tighter and tighter into him as he hits that one sweet spot. You moaned again, sound echoing from the tile walls as he bites and sucks at your lower lip. You pick up the pace of your own hand, stroking his cock faster. Feeling the precum already soaking into the fabric of his pants as his length throbs in your grip.

Aki moans out your name, biting into your chin and kissing along your jaw. He has two fingers inside your pussy and one on your clit and you can’t take much more. You are moaning out, pleading in a broken and desperate tone. His fingers continue to press into that one spot and it doesn’t take long for you to see stars. The pleasure has your body trembling as his fingers ride you through your orgasm. He only stops when you beg him to.

His cock is throbbing painfully now, he can feel it straining against his pants. In one swift movement Aki throws you on the large stone sink. Bending you forward, he can’t resist grinding against your ass a few times before he finally opens the zipper of his pants, pulling his heavy cock out. He is red, veins remarkably visible and tip leaking precum continuously.

Pulling your skirt over your ass, Aki drinks in the view before he starts pulling down your panties and stuffing them in his jacket pocket. His fingers find your pussy again and you whine in a low voice, your sensitive folds crying from the overstimulation. He pays no mind to your cries. Fingers digging into your pussy and gathering your sloppy wetness before pulling back up and spreading it on your ass. 

He repeats this a few times before slipping one finger inside. You groan as his finger enters your ass without much resistance, quickly going all the way to the last knuckle. Aki is chanting praises to you as his hand fists his hard cock, spreading precum over the whole length. Soon one finger in your ass turns to two and he is massaging your hole thoroughly. 

As soon as he slips out his fingers you feel the head of his cock kissing your asshole. You moan and arch your back into the stone as he slowly penetrates your ass, giving you time to adjust as he moves in, inch by inch. He feels so good, stretching your walls in the most delicious way. You can feel everything, every vein as he patiently pushes forward until he is balls deep into you, earning a breathless gasp from the both of you.

The slow moments pass quickly, though. Lust and desperation take over Aki as he starts to move, it doesn’t take long for him to find himself in a fast and hard pace. He is pulling out all the way to the tip before slamming back, heavy balls slapping against your wet pussy. You bite into your arm to keep yourself silent, lifting your eyes up to look in the mirror, only to find Aki completely lost to pleasure.

The dimly lit bathroom is filled with the sounds of your muffled moans and Aki’s husky grunts. He has his shirt held up by his teeth, one hand digging into your ass as the other moves to tug on your hair. You cry out and tighten around him, making Aki groan through gritted teeth. He is fucking into you relentlessly, eyes hypnotized by how you ass stretches around his cock and takes his whole length inside. 

He can feel his dick dragging your walls as they try to milk him. Aki wants so badly to slap your ass but he knows that might just be too much noise, so he settles for digging his fingers into your skin, so hard he is sure to leave marks. He is thrusting with abandon now, chasing after his high, getting closer and closer. You can feel his cock throbbing and twitching inside you as his movements become erratic.

“I’m so close,” his tone is low and dangerous, strained words sounding almost like a threat.

“Ah,” you can only moan, trembling words falling from your abused lips, “yeees, Aki.”

“Yeah, you want my cum, love?”

“Yes, Aki, please.”

You look into the mirror again and this time Aki is looking back at you. A smug smile adorns his handsome face, loose hair framing his features. You don’t have much time to bask in his beauty though, as he sets a brutal pace that has you scrambling for breath. The sounds of his hips slapping hard against your ass filling the bathroom.

“What is it, huh?” You can hear in his voice how much effort he is making to hold himself back, but he wants it his way, he wants you to be. “I’ll only come inside you if you say you want it.”

“Aki, please,” your mind is going blank from his violent trusts, words stumbling out of your mouth before you can even notice them, “please come inside me, I want it all.”

“Fuck, then take it all.”

These few words, your eager and breathless pleads, that’s all it takes to have him falling over the edge. His trusts are shallow and fast as he is determined to ride your ass through his orgasm. His body falls forwards, the hand on your hair pulling you back so your torso meets his and his teeth sink into your shoulder. You can feel the hot spurts of cum coming from this thick cock as it pulsates deep within you. When he eventually stops, length still buried to the hilt in your ass, you both just stay still and breath for a few moments, blissfully exhausted.

When Aki finally recovers from the pleasure he nuzzles your neck. Laying soft kisses on your back, he pulls out of your ass before helping you back up on your feet. He kisses your cheek as you watch him through the mirror, rough fingers pulling your shirt back in place and gently smoothing your hair. Aki whispers love confessions in your ear as he lets your skirt fall into place, tying his hair and softly kissing your lips before grabbing your hand and moving back towards the door.

“Aki,” he is already pulling you forward as you decide to question the one thing he is forgetting, “can you give back my panties?”

“No,” his answer is direct, voice flat and nonchalant even as he pulls you into a tight hug, lips resting on your ear. “You wanted my cum now you have to keep it inside,” that’s when you hear the door clicking as he opens it.

“Aki! We are going out in public,” you try your best to keep your voice low as the music hits your ears again, but it’s no use, he has already pulled you out of the bathroom.

“Then, I guess you better not spill any.”

He smiles at you again and you can see the devil in his lips as the click of the door closing reaches your ears. He touches his lips to  yours for a fast kiss before you feel his free hand slap you hard in the ass. Soon he is pulling you through the crowd once more, as if nothing happened. The only sign of his little game being the deep rumble of his laugher - and, fuck, you are pretty sure he knows you can’t hold on for long. Damn him for cumming so much.

#aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa #csm aki #aki

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

Saw your post about how hard it is to characterize Ada and I just had some thoughts:

For Ada especially. When going back to OGRE2’s writing there were literally unsubtle exposition that Capcom throws right into the players face with how Ada views herself and her wants as character “I know I’m not capable of caring about anyone, but I don’t want to lose you” to “I really wanted to escape with you Leon, escape from everything”. So I feel like Ada does want to leave the Spy life, but can’t. Hopefully Capcom remembers this and decides to expand on this in a future game.

And with Resident Evil I feel a big part of the game is the concept of scenarios. Obviously there is the “official” canon, but I feel different scenarios are still in the realm of what the characters would do. In OG Leon A/Claire B, in the scenario where she saw a Claire fighting the tyrant she would absolutely help despite not knowing her, so this popular belief she’s the type to only help Leon or anyone for her own gain is false.

The epilogue card of her you get after beating OGRE3 where she cries after what she went through in Raccoon city, who’s to say that not the type of feeling/reaction she still had when they basically still kept Leon’s epilogue. Maybe she still does after every difficult jobs she takes on. “I’m just a Woman who fell in love with you” and “A woman looks at herself in the mirror” Capcom emphasizes a lot of the difference between Ada the woman vs Ada the spy. Even at the end of Separate Ways when her helicopter flies away, she takes off her playful mask she uses with Leon, closes her eyes to let out huge sigh and stares off into the sun with such a melancholic expression. I feel like Ada’s vulnerability has always been on display for people who paid attention.

When she talks about Luis in Separate Ways, “His history betrays an enthusiasm I once shared.” Makes u think about a young version of herself who had an enthusiastic outlook on life, but clearly something she experienced destroyed that. I’m sure she saw a lot of that in Leon when she first met him too, I’d like to think after their experience together it he brought back some of her positive outlook on life.

And I know it’s popular that Ada is super but when she says to Krauser, “I don’t like it when men play rough” I think she totally means it, if anyone is gonna be soft with her it’s gonna be Leon 😂

Even her in Umbrella Chronicles “it is important to remain calm and collected even in the most extreme situations” is why she’s so good at her job. It’s funny bc when I watch playthroughs of RE2R so many people are always like “how is she so calm?!” when she first shows up. She likely does have an initial panicking but can turn it off immediately to focus. Staying calm is such a big part of her section too, once Mr. X arrives, all of a sudden people panic and can’t think straight enough to remember her hacking tool they used less than a minute ago lol

Sorry for all the random thoughts I had to get out, even though this is what I feel I still love seeing other peoples interpretation of Ada, so when you ever do Ada’s POV I’ll be interested to see!

this was long so it took me a while to get to lol

one of the characterizations i don't see often talked about is the fact that it's likely she was forced into a life of crime from a young age and needed it to live. most people who are normal would see this as a form of abuse/trafficking/or just taking advantage of her. i see it as interesting if she choose to use that, to her advantage and using those same organizations that tried to use her. it makes more sense and gives her a sense of agency on why she double crosses people. she does it to whoever she sees is "the lesser of two evils."

and when she comes across people like leon who are genuinely good people, especially in re2 (albeit a bit naive, since leon still was appealing to authority example: chief irons, and how he still works for the government (corrupt) for many years)

I feel like Ada’s vulnerability has always been on display for people who paid attention.

this is literally why i think that people who do not pay attention to ada completely misunderstand her as a character. she's not an easy character to read, and it's so easy to just label her as some dumbed down "spy lady with no feelings" type of stereotype. like genuinely i think ada antis just lack critical thinking skills and media literacy because i've seen the worst takes about ada. and they're always rooted in

they didn't actually pay attention to the story

they didn't even play ada's campaigns

they didn't try to view ada's story from an unbiased perspective

they still think carla is ada in re6

or they're being outwardly misogynistic

or they're being racist

or both or all of the above

if people can't see in re4r that ada has several moments of vulnerability, then i just have no faith in people lol

the characterization of ada in separate ways is so needed for remake separate ways, i just need to see more of what she's like behind the facade of "ada wong, the mercenary." we've always seen glimpses of it because we actually pay attention lmao. but yes we need more

i think to think that she's so detached from her personal self sometimes she even scares herself. she definitely does when she cares for others and cares about leon. she's an incredibly multi-faceted but also flawed character, and we love that. give us women that make mistakes and then have to live with it. have her develop and change. have her self reflect on her choices.

but yeah tysm for this!

#ask heart #heart answers #ada wong ramble #ada wong #aeon #leon x ada

[sukipershipper]

Chief, here I offer thee *kneels down while handing this to you*

Soda x Bull

Thank you dear scout *pats head* your noble ship will be rambled about coherently...OKAY NOW HERE WE GO ONE OF MY TOP SHIPS- Soda and Bull were pretty much besties the MINUTE they stepped into the WVBA and saw each other. Once they became friends everyone knew they would end up together Giant intimidating men but also giant Labrador personalities? Bitch yes you know they dating. Soda is defo the affectionate one. He loves giving Bull hugs and kisses and Bull is just furiously blushing trying to get Soda off. He eventually just accepts it and hugs him back. Bull's whole love language is doing deeds of affection. From opening doors to giving Soda a back massage or running an errand for him. That's his way of showing how much he loves Soda. Bull don't Trust the Scientist's Soda works with for one second, and he is constantly worries over his boyfriend's safety. Soda doesn't care or mind THAT much so he brushes it off, not really seeing the distress it causes Bull. Because of this, all of their trips to see them usually end with a little argument and Bull lying in bed with tears in his eyes, worried about Soda's wellbeing while Soda hugs him and gives him lil kisses telling him he;s gonna be okay. This goes the same way for Soda as well, who is always worried about Bull whenever he's in interviews or involved with the paparazzi in the slightest. He knows how much it irks him and so he worries that one day Bull is just gonna snap and hurt someone. Stealing this one from @fan-mans hahaha/lh- Bull and Soda don't have a bed as they're too small to lie in properly and snuggle so they get shit sleep. So they have a giant pile of pillows that they wrap a sheet around and just lie on that instead, it is literally ten times better. Soda can wear all of Bulls clothes, Bull cannot do the same, he is too big. Oh yeah, Bull is plus size in this. He has a lil chonk I think this is canon at this point. He isn't self-conscious about it so much as he finds it annoying when he goes to put a shirt on and oh yeah- he's got a tum. Soda actually doesn't care though, he'll just squeeze and hug bull the same because hey it's just a little extra bit of you to love! That's all :)

Soda will collect little soda bottles and put flowers that he collects in them and give them to Bull as gifts for his cottage. Soda visits Bulls home more than he visits his own, he finds the atmosphere more calming than in his. Soda is still relentlessly teased and made fun of by some of the older men in his hometown, which is a big reason he doesn;t like to go back there that much. Bull always reassures him and tells him he is "beautiful no matter what and that the past is past, and if the others can;t see that you are no longer that girl from before, that's THEIR fault, not yours...and don't you ever think you are lesser than them...cause you are stronger in every single way...but if you want me to fuck em up I will..." God I got angsty with this one lol. Here;s a quick lil happy one: They love singing 2000's rock songs together, it's their jam. Their old go figure lol

#punch out #punch out wii #punch out!! #punchout #bald bull #soda popinski #ship rambles