#do u see my vision. stares into the distance

[rukafais]

thinking about how kimmuriel is first introduced as this extremely vicious weirdo who barely emotes at all and generally does it to scare people and then he keeps laughing around jarlaxle and shit. jarlaxle rubs off on him and reveals another facet of him even as he irritates the shit out of him. its very important

#legend of drizzt #do u see my vision. stares into the distance #im still thikning about that bit in sellswords where kimmuriel is like yeah its fucked up isnt it now put your societal chains back on #there is no freedom.......only survival....

[revasserium]

can i have one were zoro realises she does things bc of truama (like doesnt speak much etc)

hold me (still)

opla!zoro; 6,680 words; slow!!!!burn, fem!reader, ex-assassin!reader, straw hat!reader, general tragic backstory/trauma, fluff, hurt/comfort, bit of angst, emotionally constipated zoro, communication? what's that?, nami playing therapist bc she's the only one with 1 iota of emotional intelligence

summary: sometimes, stillness is a virtue, and others -- a tragedy. or, in which the straw hats pick up a new member and zoro is equally intrigued and weirded out by you.

a/n: well. you guys asked for slow burn and... the burn is so slow u gotta squint to see the smoke yall. but trust. the burn does get there! pls be patient!! and i tried to combine 2 dif reqs in this one fic :)

You are of the quiet sort. Just a shadow dancing in the periphery of their vision, and when they first met you, you’d told them it was your superpower, a soft, still smile slipping across your lips. Luffy had bought into it immediately, and the invitation was out his mouth before anyone could stop him.

“Come with us!”

“Oh…” your lips pressed into a thin line of consideration.

Zoro’s fingers itched towards his swords because something about you makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. But something else — something uncomfortable and strange, something very much like curiosity — seizes his chest and twists his stomach. Strange, he thinks, too strange.

“C’mon! It’ll be fun!”

And then, you’d smiled wider, and nodded, and that had been that.

It’s been three months since then, and you are still of the quiet sort, though it had receded a bit with time. What with Sanji’s gentle flirting and Usopp’s not-so-gentle stories and Nami’s bright, dry-humored companionship, you’d begun to “open up a bit”, so Luffy observed.

Zoro, for his part, has kept his distance. Because sometimes he still catches you at the bow of the ship, staring out across the midnight waters, still as a stone-carved statue. Still as a wooden beam — stiller, even.

“What’s with that?” he asks one day, strolling up to Nami as she traces a fine line over a new map she’s working on.

“Hm?” is her very eloquent response.

Zoro ticks his tongue against his teeth and casts his eyes about the ship, finding them drawn to the shape of you, up at the bow again, reading in the shade of the tangerine trees. Nothing moves except for the wind as it whisps through your hair and the slow scanning of your eyes as it skates across the page.

“New girl,” Zoro says, crossing his arms as Nami finally looks up at him and then off towards you.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

Zoro lets out a puff of breath, unfolding his arms to glare at Nami. He finds her grinning a lopsided grin as she clicks shut her compass and puts down her pen. She leans a hip on the barrel she’d been drawing on and folds her own arms.

“Oh, you like her.”

“I’m weirded out by her. ‘S not the same thing,” Zoro snaps, but when he tries to leave, Nami blocks him with an arm and pins him with a sharp, leveling look.

“No, no, no — we’re gonna work this through.”

“No thanks, I’m good.”

“Uh-uh, you still owe me after that round of drinks the other night — remember when you bet you could drink more than me?”

Zoro narrows his eyes, “I did drink more than you.”

Nami’s grin is gleeful, “No, you didn’t. You had to be dragged back to your room after clogging up the toilet. Or do I need to show you the evidence —”

“Alright — fuck, fine. But really? This is what you’re gonna waste your favor on? You could’ve asked me to —” Zoro gestures around vaguely, “clean the bilge or something.”

Nami shrugs, looking almost too pleased, “Nope! This is what I wanna use my favor for. And, really, you think a bit of bilge water is gonna gross me out? C’mon.”

Zoro heaves a sigh and leans back against the main mast, closing his eyes.

“Fine then. Go.”

Nami sits back on the edge of the barrel.

“No, you go. Admit that you like the new girl.”

“I don’t.” He doesn’t open his eyes.

“I’ve seen you staring at her. We’ve all seen you staring at her.”

“What, that a crime now?”

Nami fights the urge to roll her eyes, “No, but I’ve never seen you try so hard to avoid someone before.”

Zoro lets out a bark of laughter, hard and mirthless, “Yeah, so that must mean I like her.”

Nami cocks her head, “It means you feel something towards her. And I’d suggest you figure it out.”

“And how’d you propose I do that?”

Nami once again waves in your direction, “Go. Talk. To her.”

Zoro lets out another breath, eyes scanning across the ship, anywhere but towards where you’re still sitting and reading, finger flipping a page in a perfect, smooth, singular motion.

And Zoro’s not blind. Blunt though he may be at times and careless as he is about most material things, he can still appreciate beauty when he sees it. And you — there’s no denying that you’re beautiful. Your strange stillness aside, when you do move, it’s with a dancer’s lissome grace, fluid lines, not a single movement wasted. When you smile, it seems to light you up from the inside, and your words, though soft, carries the well-worn weight of river stones, glittering beneath the clear, spring stream of your voice.

There’s a sharpness in your eyes, a straightness to your spine, a way of carrying yourself as if you’re afraid that one wrong move might shatter you and the entire world around you.

Sometimes when he sees you, he wonders at the hands that had sculpted you this way. He wonders at your life before they’d picked you up in Loguetown, when you’d oh-so-silently slipped up the execution platform and helped Luffy down, all the while staying free of Smoker’s watchful gaze.

The few times he’s seen you fight, he can’t help wondering if you’ve eaten some kind of devil fruit as well. No human could be so fast as that. Or be so quiet. But then again, he’d fought Kuro, and they’d seen stranger things. Still, he marvels at the way you flicker in and out of sight, slipping around the edges of battle like a dark, haunting thing, and men would drop like flies beneath your quick, quiet hands. With nary a sound or shout before their eyes roll back and their breathing is no more.

On the instances when Sanji had asked about your past, your eyes had gone misty and dark, unfocused. You’d gone still, freezing for so long that Usopp would cough just to fill the silence. And then slowly, ever so slowly, you’d turn back towards them with a small, sad smile and say:

“There’s… not much to talk about. I grew up somewhere far away, where if you didn’t keep quiet and still, bad things would happen to you. And then when those bad things happened, if you weren’t quick — the quickest of all, you’d die.”

Bad things, huh? Zoro thinks as he makes his way towards you, a hand resting on the hilt of his swords. He comes to a stop next to you and leans against one of the white planters, casually peering over your shoulder at the book in your hands.

For a long moment, neither of you move. Then, Zoro clears his throat and forces himself to speak.

“Is it good?”

It takes you a second, but eventually, you turn towards him.

“The book? Yeah, I suppose.”

“Not exactly a glowing review.”

You laugh, a soft, breathy little thing as you look back down at the page.

“It's about a girl who falls into an enchanted sleep, and a prince who wakes her up with a kiss.”

“Must’ve been one hell of a kiss.”

“Yes, and one hell of a prince.”

Zoro finds himself chuckling, his shoulders loosening as he takes another breath.

“And then what?” he asks.

“And then… he asks her to marry him.”

You run your fingers along the page, smoothing your palm over the ink and parchment. Zoro watches you, wondering, always wondering.

“What’s she say?” and it’s then that he notices his own voice, hushed and low, barely a whisper.

You look back up at him and smile a smile a sphynx would have been proud of.

“I don’t know. I haven’t gotten there yet.”

Zoro takes a breath, and the breath tastes distinctly different than all the breaths he’d taken before it. As if the world takes the breath with him, and some fundamental truth had shifted on the exhale.

The moment breaks, as moments are wont to do, when Sanji calls out for lunch and Zoro jerks out of his almost-reverie. You slowly close your book and rise to your feet, turning back to smile at him.

“C’mon, it’s lunchtime.”

Zoro nods and follows you into the kitchen, where Luffy and Usopp are already digging in, and Nami is pouring herself a drink. She spots the pair of you and catches Zoro’s eyes. A grin ticks at the edge of her lips but before she can say anything, you’re accosted by Sanji sweeping into a deep, flourishing bow, and ushering you towards the table, where he’d set your place in a manner fit for a princess.

“Where’s my setup?” Zoro asks as he drops into the seat next to you, cocking an eyebrow. Sanji shoots him an unimpressed look.

“I’m surprised you can use a fork and knife, moss-head. Just be grateful and eat up.”

Zoro scoffs but digs in nonetheless.

When next they dock, it’s on a rare, peaceful island — an island of light and books and learning, where the air smells of salt and ink and drying parchment, of unwritten words and untold stories. But it smells of a stillness too, and Zoro knows without having to ask that you’d like it here.

And you do.

He’s never seen you smile so much, never seen you so vibrant and full of life. You chat and laugh and read with a voracious hunger, and he finds himself drawn to this new, warm, moving side of you. He finds himself, more often than not, by your side, even when neither of you speak. And he basks in the comfort of the quiet that permeates the air when it’s just the two of you — him hanging in the hammock on deck, you reading by his side.

But now, there’s the soft tapping of your foot, the shuffle of pages when you flip forward to see what’s coming next, and of course the ever-present shush of the ocean as it washes against the Merry’s side.

The Log Pose needs two weeks to properly calibrate to the next island, so they’ve got time to kill.

On the fifth night, over dinner and drinks, Luffy asks the question that everyone’s been thinking since the day they’d all met you —

“So. Why’re you so still all the time? Not that it’s weird or anything — well, actually — it kind of is, but it doesn’t bother me. I’m just asking cause I'm curious!”

You look up from your half-finished wine but Zoro feels it happening, like the hush of a fan blade slicing through air, the gasp before a porcelain vase tips over and shatters. You stop. You stare. You’re frozen in every sense of the word. And he’s known you for long enough to know that you only go still as a reflex, only reach for it as a shield. Against what? He doesn’t quite know.

“It’s… something of a long story,” you say, your voice low and hoarse.

Luffy grins, smacking his lips as he sucks the meat off a chicken leg, “We’ve got tons of time! Right?” he looks around as if for validation, but everyone’s eyes are caught on you and your unnatural stillness.

Zoro shifts slightly in the seat next to you, opening his stance and turning towards you.

“Could do with a good story.”

Your eyes flash in his direction and he offers you the barest hint of a smile.

You relax, ever so slightly, drifting back in your seat, your glass cupped in the palms of your hands. And then, you begin to speak, your voice smooth and lilting, your words washing over them like the faint lull of the tides.

“When I was three, my father sold me for a barrel of beer.”

A dull clack echoes around the room and everyone turns to see Sanji hurriedly righting the thick stein he’s knocked over. Thankfully, it’d been empty.

“Sorry — I just — what?” he sounds furious but Usopp lays a hand across his arm and shakes his head.

You take a deep breath and continue, your voice oddly emotionless as you say, “The man who bought me took me to an island. It was… a dark place. A quiet place. I only learned its name after I escaped — an island called Elysium.”

Nami gasps before clapping her hands over her mouth.

“I’ve just — I’ve heard of that place before, but I thought… I thought it was just a made-up place.”

Luffy swallows hard, frowning, “What’s it like?”

Nami’s eyes flicker between you and Luffy, “Supposedly… it’s the home island for… for the most feared group of assassins in all the seas combined.”

Usopp’s eyebrows jerk up, “The most feared?”

A faint smile seeps across your lips like blood.

“Yes. The Shadows that Live.”

Everyone turns to look at you. Luffy picks up another drumstick.

“Whoa… cool name!”

Zoro hums, “I’ve heard of them before — but mostly, it was just an old wive’s tale about… shadow assassins who hunt in the dark. Mercenaries for hire. But… no one’s ever seen one before.”

“Because… once you see one, you’ll never live to tell the tale,” you say, your eyes now downcast and fixed on the glass in your hands.

“Then…” Usopp’s voice is soft, “What about… you?”

“I… I ran away.”

Silence greets you. But after a moment, Luffy spits out a bit of bone and uses it to pick at the space between his teeth, his eyes round.

“Wow! You must be pretty good to run away from an island full of shadow assassins!”

You almost laugh, his boundless trust hitting you like a punch to the stomach.

“So…” Sanji lets out a puff of silvery smoke, “the staying still thing… that’s just part of your training, yeah?”

You nod, “Something like that.”

Someday, you think, you’ll tell them about the hellscape that was Elysium island, of the long echoing halls, dark and still and silent. Of the mechanical beasts that hunted by sound and movement alone. Someday, you’ll let them know about the poisoned pomegranate seeds that they feed all the “recruits” to keep them hazy, of how you’d kept six of them suspended in your mouth and spat them all out when you’d finally made it far enough from the island to allow yourself to breathe.

“And… are these shadow assassins gonna come after us?” Nami asks, her voice careful and light.

You purse your lips, “I… I don’t know.”

Nami sighs, but a moment later, she moves to refill her drink with a slight shrug, “Well, just one more enemy to add to our growing list. Soon, we’re gonna have to post a sign-up sheet.”

At this, everyone laughs, and the tension snaps like a wounded spring.

Luffy burps loudly, patting his stomach, “I’m not worried — I mean, if you were able to run away from them once, that means you’re stronger than them, right?”

You pause, your hand hovering over the wine bottle. Zoro gently reaches over and refills your glass for you. You shift back into movement, casting him a small smile and taking a sip. The wine is cool and tangy as it hits the back of your throat. You breathe, and the world keeps spinning.

“I… I’m not sure — I’ve never fought… any of… them… before.”

“Guess we’ll find out if they try to come for you then — but you’ve got us now!” Luffy says, reaching for an apple and chomping into it, “ — Sho… you duon gotta wourry —” he licks his lips as he takes another huge bite before tossing the core towards the waste bin, “We’ve got your back!”

Nami makes a disgusted face, “Don’t talk with your mouth full, ugh.”

Sanji chuckles, tapping out his cigarette, “Yeah Luffy, mind your manners.” But his voice is full of laughter and you find yourself relaxing into the sway of the night, the swing of conversation. Beside you, Zoro refills his own glass and leans over to clink it against yours.

You turn, but he only raises his glass before taking a sip.

You mirror his movement, cradling the cup to your chest when you finish.

Later, he finds you by the tangerine trees, ghosting your fingers over their lush green leaves, dark enough to look black in the evening light.

“Hey.”

You turn, “Hi.”

Zoro sighs and looks out over the darkened waves, the moonlight refracted into a million shattered bits of sky.

“Luffy’s right, y’know.”

“What about?” you ask, joining him by the railings. The night air is cool and crisp. Behind you both, the island oozes with lamplight and laughter. Even from here, you can hear the joy, the peace that permeates the air here. It wouldn’t be a bad thing, you think, to stay here forever.

“If they come for you,” Zoro says, “we’ll have your back.”

You let out a small chuckle, looking down at your hands, “I know.”

“So,” he turns towards you, his earrings glinting in beneath the scimitar moon, “you don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

You lick your lips, and instinctively, you reach for the stillness. All the days and weeks and months with the people around you have softened you, and for that, you know you should be thankful. Still, old habits die hard, and you have to clench your fists and dig your nails into your own palms to keep from freezing completely.

You take a shivering breath and force it out again.

“Fear’s a hard habit to break.”

At this, Zoro grunts, though it sounds something like consent. The moment stretches, long and soft and taffy-sweet.

He turns back towards the sea, “Yeah,” he says, and then —

“But we can take it slow.”

You swallow hard, passed the broken shards of forgotten words lodged in your throat (you find that they all somehow taste like thank you), and you nod. Warmth tickles your cheeks and you wonder why he’s said we instead of you — and later, lying in your bed at night, staring at the moon-slatted ceiling, you wonder if he was really talking about fear or if it was something else entirely.

You don’t get a lick of sleep that night.

The next few days pass in a light, repetitive blur. You and Zoro are sent on a few short shopping trips in the city, and you’re glad for something to do that involves movement. Shocking how quickly the body adapts once the weight it’d been holding on to is lifted.

You are still quiet, and he, the same; but the silence has shifted around you, and whereas before it’d been solid and steady, it’s now thrumming and charged with some unspoken energy.

Neither of you are blind to it; nor, it seems, is the rest of the crew.

Sanji’s taken to openly teasing Zoro about being with you all the time, complaining loudly that he can’t get a word in edgewise because Zoro refuses to leave you alone. Nami keeps on trying to drag you out for “girl's day” shopping trips, hinting at all the cute clothes you could get and how “green really suits your skin tone, y’know?”

Luffy and Usopp for their part, both just grin whenever they see you together — Luffy stoked at the fact that you seem more happy and talkative, Usopp gleeful at the way Zoro always seems so much softer when he’s next to you.

You’ve taken to watching him when he trains, sitting in the shade of the tangerine trees, a cold drink in your hand as Zoro runs through his katas. You content yourself with watching him flow through the movements, one and then another, and then another after that. He contents himself with your presence, knowing that you’re here, feeling your eyes as they skate down the length of his back or the width of his shoulders.

It’s a peaceful sort of companionship, even if it is living on borrowed time.

When you all wave the little island goodbye, it’s with heavy hearts and tearful smiles. It had treated you well, and you think you’d miss it. But adventure is as adventure does — it calls, beckoning to those with wandering hearts to listen.

The first week back at sea is a strange one, full of a ringing nostalgia. As if you’re simultaneously coming home and leaving one at the same time. Everyone is a bit quiet, except for Luffy, of course, who literally bounces off the freshly waxed planks, humming to himself as he sits on top of the great ram’s figurehead.

“Is he ever still?” you ask one day, sometime in the second week.

To which Zoro makes a sound between a scoff and a laugh, “You’ve been here a while. What’d you think?”

You sigh softly and tear your eyes away from the bright, shivering ball of energy that is your captain towards the far horizon. A sliver of uncertainty twines through you and your breath slows. Zoro glances at you, now long since attuned to your subtle shifts in movement and stillness. He narrows his eyes.

“What is it?”

You shake yourself back into the moment, forcing a smile.

“Nothing. I think…” your words fade as the feeling twists in you again, knife-sharp and stinging. You clear your throat and reach up to brush away a strand of hair. Skin grazes skin as Zoro’s hand meets yours in the same gesture and you both freeze — hands held up, his finger caught against the bend of your cheekbone, your fingers curling over his.

Time slows, slackens around the pair of you, and the moment stays, suspended in space — garnet dark and perfect.

Neither of you dare to breathe. It’s then that you realize how close Zoro is — close enough for you to see the entire ocean reflected in his eyes: big and dark and so endless it nearly unmoors you. Close enough for you to feel the warmth of his skin; his body, emanating heat. You’d often wondered, in the long hours of watching him train, at the glistening copper of his skin and the light-kissed quality, if the sun himself favored Zoro as well.

Like this, it’s easy to believe that beneath his skin, there pulsed something like sunlight.

“Look! It’s an island! It’s an island!”

And just like that, the moment shatters. Time slips back into motion and you pull away from each other, breathless, with warm cheeks and thundering hearts, feeling somehow lightning-touched and static-ridden.

You take half a step back, reaching up to press a hand to your mouth as if to stop something from tumbling through. But what? You can’t really say.

Zoro tips back as well, whipping around to help Usopp and Sanji with the sails as Luffy continues to holler, waving his hat. On the horizon, you see it looming — the silhouette of an island. You lower your palm from your lips to your heart and wonder what kind of island it will be.

Deserted — seems to be the answer when you all make landfall. The island is quiet, but the occasional chirp and cricket staves off your nerves as you all wander cautiously about the beach, squinting into the dense forest that seems to encompass the whole of the island.

“Looks like a good place to camp for the night!” Luffy says, grinning as he plops down on the sand.

Sanji nods, dusting off his hands, “We’ll need some wood for a fire, but I reckon I can whip up some grilled fish from the fresh catch.”

You wrap your arms around yourself and look around, glancing back at the darkening horizon.

“Something the matter?” Zoro’s voice is soft as he helps you carry some of the camping supplies from the ship.

“No… yes… I —” you look up at him, pursing your lips, “I don’t know. I’ve just… this island is…”

Zoro looks around, his dark eyes scanning the thick swath of forest just beyond the beach, “Too quiet?”

You let out a tiny laugh, “Yeah, something like that.”

He nods, “Don’t worry, I’m — we’re here.”

And he leaves it at that, hoisting a stack of wood over his shoulders and going to help Nami with the fire. You watch him with a smile, wondering what on earth you’d done to deserve this level of caring, this magnitude of kindness. Soon, dinner is had and drinks are shared and laughter is spilled like so many silver coins over the white sand beach. The lull of the evening takes over you all, and before long, Luffy and Usopp are slumped over each other, snoring loudly.

You stare into the depths of the fire and try to tamp down the growing dread festering inside your bones. All those years of holding still, of breathing and listening and feeling — you shake yourself — no, not all stillness is a bad thing. Not all silences are made the same.

“You’re doing it again,” Zoro’s voice almost makes you jump. Instead, you turn, finding him next to you as he nurses a half-drunk bottle of wine in his hands. He doesn’t look at you, but there’s a loose grin hinged across his lips.

“Sorry,” you say, ducking your head, feeling a now familiar heat creep into your cheeks that has nothing to do with the dwindling bonfire.

“Don’t be,” Zoro takes another drink, “But I told you… you don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

“I know… and I’ve said before —”

“Fear’s a hard habit to break,” Zoro echoes back at you, finally glancing over and catching your eye.

You breathe out, looking down at your own hands, “Yeah… but I’m trying.”

You both fall silent, and for a while, the only sounds are the crackle of the dying flames, the shush of the ocean waves, and the occasional snores from the rest of your crew. It’s late — later than you realized.

“Do you… want me to grab a book for you?”

You smile, “No, I don’t think it’s bright enough.”

“I could restoke the fire.”

“No, it’s — it’s okay.”

“Alright.”

A bird coos the distance.

“Why don’t you tell me a story?” you ask, turning to look at Zoro proper, shifting till your body is facing him.

In the faint light, you can see the edge of his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

“You’re asking the wrong guy — you should wait till the Great Captain Usopp’s awake.”

“Yeah, but I want to hear one from you.”

Zoro sighs, his eyes fixed on the last of the flickering flames. He takes another swig of wine before he starts to speak, his voice low and a bit stilted, but he pushes on. He tells you about his childhood, the village he’d trained in, the doujou in the middle of the wood, his friend who he’d never beat — not even once.

He tells you about he early mornings and the late nights, and how the world had seemed large enough to conquer.

“… And then… there came a morning when she didn’t show up… and sensei came and told me that there’d been an accident.”

His voice almost breaks then, and your eyes catch on the shining white hilt of the Wadou Ichimonji — his thumb pressing against the guard, running along it’s hard metal edge.

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

Zoro shrugs, “Don’t be.”

You nod, “Still.”

Zoro slates you a lopsided smirk, “So. Now you know my tragic backstory too.”

You laugh, leaning back to cast your eyes up towards the sky, “And you know mine — it’s almost like we’re friends or something.”

Zoro lets out a long breath, “Yeah… or something.”

There’s a tightness to his voice that makes your skin tingle and it takes everything you have not to look over at him, to try and see if he’s looking at you, watching you the way you’d imagined him to be. You fancy you can feel his gaze on your face, but you close your eyes instead.

You let yourself fall into the warm haze of sleep, and for a while you drift there, your mind sifting through shards of memories and slivers of sound, casting them against the backs of your eyelids as you slowly slide into the darkness of dreams.

You wake up to a gasping stillness — the silence pressing in on your eardrums like thumbs, the darkness around you so complete it’s almost a solid thing. You freeze, your breath hissing to a halt inside you. Then distantly, ever so distantly, you hear the sounds of battle — metal clashing against metal, the hard thud of boots against flesh. You shake your head and reach up to clap your hands over your ears and only then do your senses return to you, snapping back as if you’d been abruptly shunted back into your earthly body.

“Gum Gum — Pistol!”

“Seize her!”

You whip into movement, fast as a flash, dashing away, hoping against hope that it would draw your attackers far enough from your crewmates.

“No one… ever… leaves us…”

The voice is serpentine and susurrus, sinking into your skin like sharpened teeth, but before it can reach you, it’s cut short by a bright flash of silver.

You gasp, whirling around, reaching for the nearest pulse, instinct taking over as you sink your fingers into muscle and flesh. The rush of blood thrumming beneath your fingertips comes too easy, even as a familiar scent accosts you. A moment later, your hands are being pinned above you, and thick, rough bark is digging into your wrists as Zoro stands before you, a sword in one hand, the other holding you still.

His eyes are a little wild and a lot worried. There’s a ring of red rawness around his neck, thin trickles of blood trailing along his jugular, disappearing into the wide scoop neck of his shirt.

“Hey, look at me.”

You nearly whimper, struggling against him, fear still coursing through you like a drug but Zoro is strong enough to keep you held. Behind him, you can see the rest of the crew fending off several shadowy figures, Usopp waving a torch, screaming at the top of his lungs, Luffy whooping as he whacks another figure with his fist.

“Z-Zoro?”

“Yeah, it’s me — eyes up here.”

You swallow in a breath, and then another, and you feel the bright thrum of urgency leave you as your body slowly falls slack. And then you’re slipping, and he’s looping an arm around you to keep you upright.

“Th-they’re here — they —”

“They’re gone — we got rid of them — hey.”

Zoro takes you by the shoulders and gives you a gentle shake. Finally, your eyes catch on his and your gaze holds. You see yourself reflected in them, stark and terrified, but alive — somehow alive.

“They’re gone,” he says, his voice soft and low by your ear, his arm still wrapped around your middle. Shivers wrack your body as you bury your face in his shoulder. He smells of steel and skin and the metallic tang of blood. It’s then that you remember — the wounds on the sides of his neck. The marks in the shape of your hands —

You jerk back and feel a sticky wetness against your cheek.

“Zoro, I hurt you!”

At this, he scoffs, pulling back far enough to flash you a look.

“This is nothing. C’mon.”

He offers you a hand, and after a second you take it, letting him pull you to your feet. Wordlessly, he presses his palm to the small of your back, his arm extended to keep you steady as you both make your way back towards camp.

“Phew! That was a workout!” Luffy is saying just as you both reach the outskirts of the now-darkened bonfire. Sanji is pulling out a cigarette, striking a match, and first lighting the end before tossing it into the remains of the firewood, fanning it up into a slow flame.

Nami and Usopp both look a bit shaken, but none worse for the wear.

They all pivot to look at you.

You go still against Zoro’s side, uncertainty flooding through you. Faintly, you feel Zoro’s fingers as they press into the bend of your waist, solid and steady.

Then, Usopp coughs, “C’mon y’all — the Shadows that Live? Psh! More like — the Shadows that Fled, am I right? Yeah? Didya see the way I sent ‘em runnin’ with my brand new fire-powered explosion rounds?”

Nami chuckles and Sanji follows suit, shaking his head and letting out a thin wisp of smoke. Luffy’s grins at you, pumping a fist in the air, clapping his right shoulder.

“See? Told you we’d have your back! We are your crew, after all!”

Weakness seeps into your limbs as you nod, hot pin-pricks of tears itching at your lower lashes. You lower your head and rub at your eyes before looking back up again with a smile. Sanji grimaces as he looks over Zoro.

“Got something on your neck, mate.”

Zoro glares but you glance over and feel your stomach twist with guilt.

“Sorry… I can clean that up for you. They’re not deep but they do need to be bandaged up.”

Zoro wipes down his sword before sheathing it and motioning towards the ship. Behind you, you can hear Nami yawning and saying something about catching up on some more sleep and Sanji reassuring her about having the last watch anyway.

The kitchen is still dark, but the dusty dawn sweeps against the far horizon and neither of you bother to turn the lights on. You carefully set the first aid kit on the kitchen counter and collect the supplies as Zoro leans back against the edge and folds his arms. You work in near silence, reaching up to first wipe the thin threads of drying blood before tending to the tiny, crescent-shaped puncture wounds.

You press an alcohol-soaked cotton ball against one of them and feel Zoro wince.

“Sorry.”

“I’m fine.”

You bite your lips, “If this had been a bit deeper or a few inches over —”

“But it wasn’t. So it’s fine.”

You don’t look up at him but you can feel his eyes on you. Your movements are fluid and sure; you’d clearly done this before.

“Hey, look at me.”

You freeze, eyes slowly gliding up the planes and divots of his neck, slipping up the line of his jaw, so sharp it might’ve been turned on a diamond cutter’s lathe. Your breath hitches as you finally meet his eyes, and there’s a dark, knowing glint behind them that makes your stomach flip.

“I’m fine.”

And for the second time in a handful of hours, you’re caught by the realization of your closeness — only a breath of space between you. There’s a crimp at the corner of his mouth that looks dangerously like a smile and then you’re tipping forward, a thumb reaching up to trace the line of his bottom lip once —

The movement acts like a trigger, and suddenly, he is leaning in and the breath of space disappears.

For all your life of stillness, you thought you’d learned to appreciate the depths and widths of movement. But nothing could’ve prepared you for this — for the push and pull of lips on lips, for the force and friction of skin against skin. For the gasp and hiss, for the breath and kiss.

For the feeling of his large palm as it settles along the swallow’s-nest bend of your neck, the way his thumb runs along your jaw like tracing the guard of his beloved sword, tilting your mouth towards him. For the way your heart might flutter like a tiny, caged bird, or the way you might feel his heart thumping like a fist from his chest to yours.

For the way his voice rolls over your name like a ship at sea; for the way it would shake your body from your bones and leave you more liquid than solid in his arms. For how you never used to think your story would be a love story, but then you realize that every story is a love story if caught in the right moment, in the right light.

And here, breaking apart from Zoro, with a thick, stolen streak of lemon-yellow sunlight leaking in from the kitchen window — that’s exactly what it feels like.

“Oh,” is all you have the strength to say.

Zoro, in all his solid brilliance and quiet audacity, laughs.

You taste the smile on your own lips before you realize you’re smiling. But when you try to bury your face in his neck, he winces slightly as you brush his still-fresh wounds.

“Crap, I forgot about these.”

Zoro chuckles as you hurry to press a few small bandages to the wounds.

“It’s okay. So did I.”

You finish dressing his wounds in silence, though this silence is markedly different from every other silence that had ever existed between you. There’s ease and tension, both, and when you’re finally finished, Zoro takes both your hands in his.

“So…” you say, unsure suddenly of where to look.

Zoro’s laugh is just as soft, just as uncertain.

“So.”

You try to look out the window, but by now, the dawning sun is so bright that it temporarily blinds you and you jerk back. Zoro smiles, reaching up to run his thumbs along your closed eyelids before dropping them to hook around your wrists again.

“Do you… wanna talk about it?” he asks, quiet as always.

You purse your lips and let your lashes flutter open. You find him watching you. Heat crests up your shoulders and into your cheeks, and suddenly, the exhaustion of the night before saps at your limbs. You sigh.

“Right now? Not really.”

“Yeah, neither do I,” he says, sounding as relieved as you feel.

You bite your lips and cast your gaze shyly across his face, your bird-wing heartbeat still flapping in your chest. You fight the urge to go still, to reach for that shield that has always protected you before. Faintly, you feel Zoro’s thumbs tracing circles along the insides of your wrists.

“Can I ask for something else, though?”

“What is it?”

You reach up a finger, nudging one of his golden earrings. You don’t miss the way he shivers, or the way his breath quickens in his chest.

“Kiss me again.”

Zoro grins, tugging you towards him, leaning into the curve of your palm as he does.

And does.

And does again.

reqs are: temporarily closed

but feedback is much loved and appreciated!!!

#Anonymous #one piece #one piece live action #opla zoro #opla roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x you #x reader #opla #one piece netflix #opla zoro x reader #one piece live action x you #one piece live action x reader #roronoa zoro fluff #one piece fluff #opla fluff #roronoa zoro imagines #roronoa zoro scenarios #floofy floof floof #scheduled post #angst mcgee #and yes after some consideration and that poll #im giving Proper Caps a try LOL #its strange i think it actually changes my voice a lil bit #but i dont think i mind??? #anyway -- any feedback would be much appreciated! <3

[loves4ge]

and then they were roommates james potter x fem!reader idiots to lovers college au

"you're getting kicked out?" lily whispered, shock enveloping her words. you were just as shocked as she was, your grip on on your phone tightening.

"yeah. apparently her boyfriend's moving in or something, i don't know." you rolled your eyes; you had never liked your previous roommate but she did offer the best rent and did her share of chores. though her boyfriend was a douche and you hated having to see him pretty much everyday.

you groaned, slipping farther down in your seat. lily sympathetically patted your back when her phone started buzzing.

"oh it's marlene," lily mentioned, picking up her phone to reply. the two were the grossest couple to be around; you still put up with it though.

"what's she saying?" you laid your head on your arms on the table in front of you, tilted in a way that you could see lily rapidly type something.

"oh lord, you're probably gonna love marlene more than i do at this point - she knows someone who needs a roommate!"

"so you're james potter?" you ask, flashing a smile at the bespectacled boy, his messy brown hair seemed messy in the way that he spent two hours minimum every morning on it.

"yep, pleasure to meet you." he reached out his hand, mirroring your grin. charming.

"the pleasure's all mine." you shook his hand, his grip was warm and firm. and he was handsome. and lean. and tall.

"let me show you around." he guided you inside, showing you the kitchen which was open and connected to the lounge. the two bedrooms were on opposite ends of the house and each had their own bathroom which you were extremely thankful for.

after the (short) tour, you both ended up sitting on the stools around the kitchen island drinking soft drinks from the fridge.

"so, what is it that you do?" you asked, wiping the condensation from the can on your dark jeans. the white tee you wore was sticking to your skin from the heat. you'd have to ask about the air con later.

"i'm doing photography at uni. what about you?" he said, taking another a sip of his cherry-flavored drink. you don't get how he could like something so sweet.

"literature. i met lily in my first class actually." you remember the sparkling redhead who somehow wiggled into your life and never left.

"ah, mckinnon's girl, right?" he asked, as if he vaguely remembered lily from a group hangout.

"yeah." with that you fell into a slightly awkward silence although you both didn't mind the quiet. you could hear the fizz of your drinks, as you both drank. you looked straight ahead, only looking at him through your peripheral vision. he, apparently, didn't know of such etiquette because he rested his head on his arm on the kitchen island, staring at you openly.

you tried to ignore it but now the heat was getting to you and your jeans started to feel uncomfortable. your can of coldness was empty. james was still staring. you zeroed in on one of the fridge magnets even though you couldn't really make out what was it trying to show because of the distance.

"does the air con not work?" you turned your head to look at him. at the sound of your voice, he lifted his head and grinned.

"no, it works." his answer made you feel a little ridiculous. and here you thought you were being considerate, assuming his air con broke or something.

"then why don't you have it on?"

"i don't get hot that easily." this man was getting even more ridiculous. you couldn't help but laugh.

"oh my god. go," you shove him off his stool, "turn it on for me?" you tilt your head, looking at him through your eyelashes in a last-ditch effort to persuade him.

"'m going." you blow a kiss noisily, getting up and grabbing both empty cans and throwing them in the dustbin.

later, you settled into bed. half your things were still packed into flimsy cardboard boxes that lily helped tape to perfection. you were grinning as you pulled out your phone to message lily.

u were right i probably love marlene more than you do rn

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[astraxxei]

thinking about lovesick corrupted yan venti 🤤

he was nice enough to give his darling their own room to “be nice” but they have a chain attached from thier ankle to the bed and its only long enough to go to the four corners of the room

thinkign ab how he doesnt think its noncon because it brings them clsoer together

thinking ab darling who just gor kidnapped and gets their ass punished for biting his dick mid bj

he would punish them by hurting them back lol

u should totally write ab reader biting his dick ( like as a way of attacking him ) and getting punished for it

yes this is a noncon request 😞

gn!reader possibly?

- :3

Hi :3 anon! OF COURSE I'LL DO TS. THE BITING IS SO FUNNY HELP ME.

✧.° - You belong to me, darling...~ ♡

ft VENTI from Genshin Impact.

WARNINGS : NSFW: SEXUAL THEMES. INTERACT AT YOUR OWN RISK. DARK CONTENT. ( :NONCON. Sadism/Masochism. Slight blood. Violence. Yandere themes. Character is a yandere. Reader is a victim. Degradation.)

Yandere! Corrupted! Venti. Reader uses they/them pronouns. Reader is gn. AU where corrupted Venti is the ruler of Mondstadt and reader is an innocent citizen. Oneshot: requested.

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~ ♡ ~

Even ever since you knew about what Barbatos has become, you did not wish to leave your birth nation. Strange, yet endearing, that you had such a strong connection to your homeland that you didn't want to leave even while you knew that your archon had been corrupted with a mind full of malice and power and then... nothing. Destruction and despair, but you preferred to endure than run away. Scared and stunned, you ran and ran like a chased criminal from the wind. You had went out to buy some apples, but suddenly you felt like the breeze has been after you. You felt like this for a while, every single time you stepped foot out of your home, like something was chasing you, a strong desire to make you it's possession filling in it's blood.

But the wind blew so hard this time, it knocked you on a tree and you passed out. About time, because you've been losing sleep lately, you though before blackening out. You suddenly wake up and... You feel strange. Your head hurts, but you're on a soft bed. But you try to get up and...what is that you feel? Restraints? Chains locked in your ankle on the bed.

You realized you could only move to reach the corners of the small room. The chain attached to your ankle was starting to hurt, but you didn't notice that. More importantly, you were scared. You didn't know what was going on. Who was the one that chained you, restrained you, in a place you've never been before? You hear a faint laugh in the distance. Malicious laugh... sending shivers of terror down your spine.

The one climbing up the stairs to the little room you were currently in was no one other than the Anemo archon himself. Your eyes widen. You can't believe you got into this situation.

"B- Barbatos?!"

"Call me Venti, dear~"

His voice is sweet like sugar cubes, but it's scary and intimidating at the same time. He is average heighted, his glowing, pink eyes are staring into yours. His huge smile is spread across his face, and you swear that even in your weak vision you can see blood staining his delicate clothes.

"Look darling. You're mine from now on~ I gave you your own room~ I should be getting rewarded for being so kind and sweet...to my lover. Come here, and I will teach you how to show me your appreciation all day~"

Terrified, you shake your head as he walks towards you. You were scared, so scared, oh, what a monster...

You almost don't notice how swiftly you're being pulled towards him. You try to protest and squirm but his hand is grabbing your hair so hard it hurts and you almost cry out in pain. A malicious laugh is the response you're getting.

"Ahahaha! Look at you, trying to get away from the Anemo archon! This is a way for both of us to bond, you know...you should want it...You should be good to me...or else... I might do something you won't really like...my lovely dearie~"

You stop protesting as his hand on your hair is hurting you too much to handle. Before you realize it you're lowered down to his crotch and as he throws his clothing to the side you see his erection pent up proudly right in front of your face. Your eyes widen at the sudden realization of his size, but you remember, he's a god, so you're not anymore surprised. He looks down at you mischievously and smiles widely as he runs his hand through your hair.

"See that? Well, you better take care of it. I don't have all day."

You sigh in despair of how you got yourself into this situation. You part your lips and start taking it slowly inside your mouth, sucking slowly and looking up at him with a slightly indifferent look. You see his flushed face as he grabs your hair tighter and pulls your head towards himself roughly, the sounds of pleasure escaping his mouth as soon as he feels yours around him.

"Aaah~ Mmph~ Haah~"

He tastes so good. You don't want to admit it to yourself, but you like it. You really like the sensation. But at the same time...you get slightly annoyed. You've been denied freedom and a good life because of this faulty archon, and now he's forcing you to suck on his dick? You feel absolutely degraded. You decide you can't tolerate this, no, for your nation, and your own sake, you can't.

Without even thinking you bring your teeth to bite down. Not too hard, but enough to cause pain. You see Venti's eyes widen and tear up slightly as he lets out a pained squeal and pulls back from you immediately.

You pant and breathe heavily, looking at him as your saliva is connecting your mouth with his tip. Suddenly he looks down at you with a very angry expression and before you know it a hard, sudden slap makes it's way across your face.

"That hurt, you fucking whore!"

Your vision goes foggy. You whimper and place your trembling hand on your cheek. The chain is still tied to your ankle. You look up at him, shaking. He looks down at you, breathing heavily, but seemingly less angry than before. He kneels down and his hand quickly wraps around your neck. It's really hard, and it hurts. You try to whimper out your words.

"..'m sorry..sor- hnn..."

He lets go of your neck and smiles. "This is what you get for being a disobedient slut. Don't worry, I still love you though~ disobedient or not, you're just my adorable little toy..."

He looks down at you with a wide, mischievous smile and caresses your cheek.

"...and I'm going to do anything in my power to make sure you understand that you're mine and mine only. The feeling of me will be implanted in your brain forever. You belong to me, darling...~ "

~ ♡ ~

A/n: I have never written anything more toe curling in my whole life. Also I managed to not laugh while writting the biting part. I did not expect this to happen.

#genshin venti #venti x reader #smut #genshin smut #dark content #gn!reader #genshin x reader #anemo archon #degrading k1nk #yandere #yandere character #mental illness #core #tw noncon #tw bl0od

[r0mantic-f00l]

DAD REGULUS I REPEAT DAD REGULUS ‼️ with any senecio you want just DAD regulus

I fear u have just inspired me to make a series of just dad regulus 😞😞

Meant to Be

Regulus Black is meant to be a father.

You believe that completely whenever you see him interact with your children, that adoring and loving look in his eyes whilst he smiles and laughs. Of course, he smiled and laughed before your children came along, but it became different. His smile turned wider and brighter, and his laugh is louder and more joyful.

He was terrified to become a father, afraid that he wouldn't feel like a parent and there would always be a distance between him and his child because of that.

However, as soon as you gave birth to your first daughter Adelia, he held her in his arms and she wrapped her tiny hand all around his index finger. That's when he knew he would do anything for his little girl, that's when he felt complete.

When you were pregnant with your second daughter Audrea, Regulus would talk to your stomach all the time, speaking about how much he loves her, how much her older sister cannot wait to see her, how much he loves you for not only being his soulmate, but also being the mother of his two children.

He never thought he could have a family, but when he met you, he felt an inkling, he saw a vision of a happy family in his future.

♡

You have just came back into your house after grocery shopping, carrying two bags all the way to your kitchen where you proceed to empty the bags and place all the food in the right places.

Regulus usually helps you, but you assume that he did not hear the front door open and shut, as he is most likely occupied playing with Adelia.

Chatter that contains a squeaky high-pitched voice and a deep cool voice flows into your ears from upstairs, Adelia's bedroom door being open. You smile and walk up the stairs after you finish putting all the groceries away.

Clinking of small tea cups is heard amongst Adelia talking excitedly as you approach her room, only looking in through the sliver of the cracked-open door as to not disturb this precious moment.

"Here's your tea, Daddy." Adelia places the empty tea pot down on the small table, her plastic tiara shifting down her head as she looks down.

Regulus has a pink cape that is way too small for him wrapped around his neck as he wears a matching tiara to his daughter's. He holds the baby Audrea in his lap, holding her up against his torso with one arm wrapped securely around her as he lifts up his empty small tea cup and pretends to sip whatever drink Adelia 'poured' into it.

"Mm, how lovely!" The man takes another sip as if he truly enjoys the 'drink' and places the delicate cup down on the table.

"Thank you, honey."

"You're welcome, Daddy."

"I thought my name was Prince Daddy?"

"Oh yeah! And-and I'm Princess Adelia."

"Of course, my princess." Regulus bows his head, Audrea grabbing onto a long curly strand of his black hair, cooing as she yanks it.

"Ow, okay, okay, sweetie, let go. Let go of Daddy's hair." He gently pulls his hair out of the baby's grasp.

Adelia is pouring tea into hers and Regulus' tea cup once again, taking a sip out of her small porcelain cup and rubbing her stomach as she hums happily.

"No tea for your sister?" Regulus asks.

"No, she doesn't want any."

"How do you know that?"

"She told me."

"Right, so a four month old baby can speak to you."

Adelia crawls to where Regulus is sat on the floor and puts a finger under the baby's mouth, moving it as she speaks.

"'I don't want any tea, Princess Adelia. I don't wike it.'"

The baby laughs as she stares at her older sister.

"Don't do that." Regulus says softly, with an amused smile on his face.

"Sorry Daddy." Adelia chirps happily before crawling back over to her side of the table.

You smile warmly, feeling such love for your wonderful family as you watch the scene in front of you, but you now have the strong urge to join in.

"I think you mean Prince Daddy?" You correct your daughter's little mistake as you step into the room with a grin on your face, Regulus immediately smiling at you as your daughter gasps and stands up to run to you, hugging your legs.

"Mummy, can you join my tea party?" Adelia asks with a hopeful look in her eyes.

You pretend to consider it for a moment, a finger tapping your chin as you glance up at the ceiling.

"Hm, okay then. But as long as I get to be Princess Mummy."

"No, you'll be... you'll be Queen Mummy."

You sit next to your husband on the carpeted floor and kiss Audrea's forehead as she coos.

"Wait, why am I Prince Daddy and she's Queen Mummy? Shouldn't I be a King?" Regulus protests with a frown on his face.

Adelia giggles at his pout and points at her father.

"No, no, you're just a Prince!"

You smirk as Regulus slumps over and shakes his head, yet he still smiles softly.

"Prince Daddy, can you give Queen Mummy your crown?"

"Sure, should I give her my tea cup too?" Regulus mumbles under his breath as he places the plastic tiara on your head instead, the crown wonky in its placement.

"Yes, please." Adelia nods her head, grinning with mischief as Regulus holds his mouth open in faux offense.

"Be nice to your Daddy, he just lost his crown!" You tickle Adelia's side, her laughter making you smile wider.

"Yeah, I think Uncle Sirius has been rubbing off on you too much." Regulus shakes his head as he grins.

The tea party continues until Regulus prepares dinner, the four of you sat around the dining table as you feed Audrea mushed carrots whilst Regulus bribes Adelia with chocolate to eat her broccoli and cauliflower.

The golden sun shines through the windows in the dining room, making your husband's hair glow and the fake ruby in your daughter's crown twinkle.

Regulus laughs as Adelia begins to eat her vegetables with such enthusiasm after he promised her that she can have chocolate cake after dinner, and you feel your heart swarm with love.

Regulus Black is meant to be a father.

#dad regulus #my heart 😫😫 #marauders #marauders era #regulus black #regulus black fluff #regulus black x reader

[finniestoncrane]

i’m in the trenches for gotham eddie. he’s such a nerd and i love it 😔 i need him getting worked up over kisses or seeing u with his glasses on, if you wouldn’t mind writing about it <3 🤲

Do They Suit Me?

Gotham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 1k mhmmmmm yep this is my weakness and i am about to hit you with the sappiest, cheesiest, romcom-iest, plot-adjacent bit of fluff u-u 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: flirting, lil bit of some prem. ejac, shy!eddie

Once your colleague, Eddie, had left the small office you both shared in the GCPD building, you stared at the door for a few seconds longer, noting the distinct blur. The distance wasn't too far, and yet the lack fo detail you were able to make out on the notice by the door frame was enough to tell you that Eddie was perhaps right, as he always was. Your eyesight was deteriorating. So you muttered to yourself in false annoyance, smiling as you whispered the words.

"Typical, Mr. Nygma. You're always have the right answer. Even when you haven't been asked the question."

Although, you giggled as you realised, it's not as though his predisposition to being correct offers him any confidence, a musing supported by how quickly he had just left the room. His cheeks were already blushing, his fingers fumbling to take off his own glasses as he began to sweat, before he finished his thought, uttering out loud what he likely had meant to exclaim to himself in silence. That you would look very good in glasses.

Maybe you would. He was right about everything else. Looking over to where he had placed his own clubmaster style frames down, you reached for them, carefully, slowly, quietly putting them on to see if they changed your vision, or indeed, if they suited you.

As you searched around the room for a reflective surface to check the style against your face, you did realise that Eddie's vision wasn't comparable to your own, and it was difficult making out anything with the frames on. And this particular disadvantage, and the distraction of your search, meant you missed it when he had stepped back into the room until he was speaking.

"Sorry, I forgot my- oh... oh my..."

He swallowed the lump of nerves that collected in his throat, Adam's apple bobbing behind the smooth, freshly shaven skin.

"Eddie! I am so sorry, I just wanted... to see... if it made it any easier to..."

"N-no, I'm sorry. Or... for not knocking. I sh-should have knocked. If... uh... if you want I can, uh... find a mirror, or?"

He stuttered over his words, unable to speak. For a moment you worried you had overstepped a boundary, setting off a comfort issue within him. But as you took note of his body language, there were several things that told another story. The sweat that had threatened to form when he complimented you earlier was now trickling down his temples. Following down his body, you noted his arms were straight and tense, stuck to his side. His fists clenched into tight balls, twitching as he tried to distract himself. And then, the most telling of all, the distinct tenting at the front of his brown pants, a bulge that held no secrets. You wondered if he had even noticed how visible it was.

"Hmm... no, actually. I don't need a mirror. Could you just tell me..."

With your fingers resting on the legs of the glasses, you pulled them down the bridge of your nose, looking over the tops at him and batting your eyelids.

"... do they suit me? How do I look, Eddie?"

As he stammered, his brain running through all the different words he could use, you pushed them back up again, slowly, as sultry as you could musternow that your own cheeks were threatening to go beet red, flattered by the kind of control you clearly had over him.

"They... they, uh... definitely look g-good... or better, even... I mean..."

You stood up and he whimpered, the threat of your body coming closer to him as you took a step out from behind the desk enough to silence him, to put him out of the misery of finding the right words to finish his sentence. Although, there were several short breaths that he choked on as you forced a wiggle onto your hips, relishing the way his eyes flitted up and down your body, then away from you entirely as he chastised himself for daring to take a glance.

"It's a shame, I thought maybe I'd be able to see clearly, but they're making things a bit blurry. Which means I can't see you properly, and you can't see me very well either, I guess."

Stopping in front of him, your body as close to his as possible without being pressed tight to him, you removed the frames and placed them back on his face, tucking his hair carefully behind his ear and tidying up the loose strands that fell to his forehead as his breath hitched and released in a breathy sigh.

"There, they definitely look much better on you, I think. Very handsome."

As your hand finished adjusting the legs behind his slightly protruding ears, you brought it round to his cheek where you rested it. Gazing into his eyes, you felt your own giddy heartbeat in your chest, could feel the heat of Eddie's gaze settle on your body in spite of himself. You let out a gentle exhale, a soft, almost imperceptible moan coming with it. And as the sound filled the room, you let your hand fall to his neck, tracing his collarbone and down his shirt, fingers settling on the end of his tie, which you tugged softly with a wink. Eddie responded with a sharp squeal, immediately stepping back from you and pursing his lips. Behind the lenses of his glasses, you could see slight panic on his face, and you followed his hands as they fell to the bottom of his grey labcoat, trying to pull it down to cover the slight wet patch that had begun to form on the front of his pants.

Before he could rush back out of the door, you caught his sleeve, holding his wrist.

"It's fine, Eddie. We can pretend that without your glasses, I didn't even notice that."

He nodded, a frown forming.

"Don't be embarrased, I'll take it as a compliment."

Your eyes flitted down to his crotch, the bulge still pressing towards the fabric of his pants.

"A huge compliment at that."

"Oh, goodness..."

Another gulp, another soft squeak as his knees began to buckle under him, and his hand tried to grab the wall, stabilising himself as you walked back to the desk with a wide, smug grin.

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[favoniuscodex]

prompt: "i'm cold, come back to bed" w/ kaeya. part of my 2 year blog anniversary event! pairing: kaeya x gn!reader warnings: saucy comments/jokes. u guys k*ss (ew cooties) a/n: replies & reblog comments always appreciated :) they make me feel like my writing is actually getting noticed hehe

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"kae," you grumble, elongating the single syllable nickname into a long, tired whine. "i'm cold. come back to bed."

winters in mondstadt were often mild, but record low temperatures left the poorly-insulated dorms of the knights of favonius filled with an incessant frosty chill. to your beloved, this drop in temperature had little effect on him. you, on the other hand, lacked a cryo vision, which meant you were constantly poking at the logs of the fireplace in an attempt to garner more heat and shivering under blankets.

most of your shivers were theatrics in attempt to lure your boyfriend away from work. despite his penchant for lazing around bars, once kaeya set his mind to finishing paperwork for the knights of favonius, there was little to stop him -- including you whining about the weather. sure, the temperature inside kaeya's captains quarters was warm due to the presence of a personal hearth, but you would use any feeble excuse to lure kaeya away from his work and back into bed, especially with it being this late at night. his desk, situated against the wall opposite of his bed, feels so far, and you watch as he sits with perfect posture and his back faced to you as he works.

"hmm," kaeya says distractedly, flipping to the next sheet in front of him, pen still in hand. "while the offer does sound quite inviting, i don't think someone of my stature will warm you up, sweetheart."

stupid cryo vision. stupid logic. stupid kaeya. you resist the urge to toss the pillow next to you at him, if only to watch the feather-filled object lightly bonk off his thick skull.

"i know a few ways we could warm up," you try, but fatigue plagues your voice and you sound the farthest thing from sultry. worse yet, kaeya has the audacity to softly chuckle at your utterly exhausted tone. it is a beautiful sound from the man you love most, but it is immensely aggravating, so you huff annoyedly and roll over in bed, facing the opposite direction of your lover's desk.

at the sound of your annoyed grumbling and the creaking of the mattress, kaeya turns to face you, but you've occupied yourself with dramatics once more, staring tiredly at the corner of the room. you can no longer see your lover, but you hear the shifting of his desk chair as he looks your way.

"ah," kaeya feigns indignation, and you can already see the self-pitying hand that he's placed over his heart in mock hurt. "how am i supposed to complete my work if my most adoring fan isn't watching me?"

"not your fan anymore," you grumble, half asleep. "gonna pick another captain to follow around."

"oh?" kaeya says, leaning forward to stare at the outline of you, laying on your side underneath a plethora of warm, cozy blankets. "who might my competition be?"

"jean. albedo. eula," you tiredly list off. "might even track down varka n' get him to cuddle with me instead."

kaeya laughs in the way he only laughs for you. it's one of your favorite sounds. it's your second-favorite indicator that you have him wrapped around your finger (the first being the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren't looking, which is what you're certain he's doing now). you hear the shuffle of fabric behind you before it hits the floor. the faint clink of metal against the wooden floor indicates that kaeya has shed his jacket off his shoulders, but you don't dare to turn around and sneak a glance. instead, you huff annoyedly.

"my, my, losing my beloved starlight to the old man grand master? here i was, thinking i'd seen it all," kaeya croons as he stands up. socked feet pad softly against the wooden floors, closing the distance between the bed and kaeya. now, as he stands over the opposite side of the bed, you roll from your side and onto your stomach, burying your face into the pillow so kaeya can't see you.

"oh, so now you're here," you grumble, but the flutter of your heart quietly denies the indignation in your words.

"hmm," kaeya hums as you feel the opposite side of the mattress dip down. he kneels one leg on the mattress before navigating his way over to you, slipping under the covers beside you. "saying you're going to let everyone else steal you away, but here you are in my bed. rather contradictory, wouldn't you say?"

"don't you have work to do?" you mutter, and kaeya bursts out into laughter once more.

"i can leave and get back to work if you'd lik-" he begins, but you quickly cut him off.

"no. don't you dare." you hiss. face still buried in the pillow, you flop an arm outwards in search of his body, hastily making contact with his arm. kaeya snickers as he wraps an arm around your figure, answering your non-verbal plea, and pulls you closer to him. you feel his hand brush over your hair affectionately before setting near the small of your back, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns into the fabric of your sleep shirt.

"don't i get a reward for all my hard work?" kaeya teases, and you finally give in, looking over at him, half your face still smushed into the pillow. his head is perched up on the hand not currently touching you, both revealed eyes looking lovingly at your sleepy figure.

"hmm, maybe," you muse. despite all the times you've unabashedly stared at your lover like you are now, you have never quite gotten enough of his appearance, constantly desiring to drink in his beauty with your gaze.

"normally, you're hot when you're mad," kaeya says as he leans in, placing a kiss on your forehead. "but this time, you're just cute."

"just cute?" you ask, and kaeya grins widely.

"well, i could describe you in an infinite list of metaphors of beauty, but i'm afraid that'd disrupt your sleepiness," kaeya says. his teasing words lack a teasing tone, instead filled with such honesty that warmth floods your face at his confession of affection.

"how 'bout you just kiss me for now?" you whisper, quiet due to your tired state and the intimate environment kaeya has formed between the two of you. "that a good reward, kae?"

kaeya's gaze flickers to your lips as adoration consumes his expression.

"it's perfect," kaeya says. you roll onto your back and kaeya leans over you slightly, his indigo hair draping around the two of you. it forms a curtain that shelters the two of your faces from the rest of the world, leaving you with nothing to look at besides kaeya, the man who threatens to burst your heart with an overload of love each time he looks at you. you feel your heartbeat quicken as he supports his weight with one hand, bringing the other to gently cup your face.

kaeya's thumb glides softly over your cheek as he stares into your eyes for a few moments more, desperate to commit this moment to memory. despite his cold physical form due to his vision, you feel an overwhelming affectionate warmth rush through you as kaeya slots his lips against yours. you melt under his touch as you bring a hand up to his hair, fingers entangling themselves in blue strands as you kiss him back with equal, gentle passion as you wordlessly let the man above you know just how much he means to you.

when the two of you reluctantly part, kaeya stares down at you affectionately, before a mischievous smirk forms on his face.

"i should get back to work," he says, enamored with the scowl that forms on your face at his words.

"i'm going to kiss you until you forget about the stupid knights of favonius." you gently nudge him back down to you, until each of your mouths are only a breath away from each other.

"oh? then go ahead, darling. be my guest."

#genshin impact x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin impact fluff #kaeya fluff #axia.writing #writing.kaeya

[vibratingskull]

"Hai, tis me again 🫡 Putting in a Thrawn x Ar'alani smut request! Thrawn returns to the Ascendancy for reals this time. When Thrawn arrives, things are way too hectic for him to find some genuine alone time with Ar'alani. The pair have some serious sexual tension that comes out when they find themselves alone in an elevator together. They're fighting for dominance over one another - sloppy and messy "I miss u" sex. Ar'alani is frustrated and angry with Thrawn, Thrawn misses Ar'alani ALOT." - @thrawnalani

First time i write for a ship. It was rather difficult but pretty fun 😊

Thrawn x Ar'alani

Tag: smut, cunni, p in v

Thrawn steps into the elevator and breathes deeply once the doors close. The Ascendancy didn't change, it worsened even. Too much political agitation, too little factual military responses. He had to meet with numerous aristocras and syndics and respond to numerous nonsensical questions, apparently they are worried about the political repercussions of his return. Apparently the Mitth Patriarch was furious when he appeared with his fleet at the Ascendancy's door. It's Roscu who found him; she welcomed him back as he expected with disdain and defiance. Some things did not change and he finds it comforting. 

He loosens up his collar, those questions really took a toll on him, he has the head ready to burst. If only they could give him just 5 minutes of peace, 5 minutes alone…

He didn't stop for a second after he arrived. He's getting old, he chuckles, his patience is getting slimmer. He stretches his neck and shoulders as he's alone in this elevator. 

Where is she now ? 

Surely on patrol somewhere… Away from him. 

He sighs, closing his eyes. 

He would have loved to see a glimpse of her face, a smile in his direction, the hand of a friend extended to him.

That would suffice for his happiness. 

Just a touch. His finger grazing her hand. That would surely suffice. 

The elevator stops to welcome someone else, he opens his eyes and he straightens his stature. He takes a step on the side to let them enter. 

The doors open. 

And the air is punched out of his lungs. 

Her eyes widen for a demi second before the mask of imperturbability is back on both of their faces. 

It is her. 

In all her glory.

She comes and places herself next to him, without a single glance.

- Grand Admiral Thrawn, she politely salutes with distance in the tone.

- Admiral Ar’alani, he tilts his head.

He remains calm, but inside his heart is racing.

- Not anymore, I am now a Fleet Admiral. I took after Supreme General Ba'kif work.

- I have not been made aware of that. My congratulations.

She tuts without responding. The elevator resumes its ascension in the stone building. 

They remain silent, without exchanging glances, but her scent comes and invades his nose, he inhales the fragrance deeply, welcoming it far into his lungs, a mix of honey, wild flowers and chemicals. It makes his mouth water. He licks his teeth to gather self control. He does not turn his head to her, preferring to admire her through the mirror in his peripheral vision. She's getting older too, little wrinkles come adorn her eyes and the corner of her mouth, gray and white strands of hair at her temples. She’s never been more beautiful to him.

-You collar is loose, she says out of the blue without looking at him.

- Yes, I needed to be a bit less constricted for five little minutes.

-It’s unprofessional, remedy it now, she orders.

-Yes, Fleet Admiral.

He ties his collar again. He do no let it appears on his face but he’s smiling internally, even though he regrets her cold tone he always admired her way of giving order, even to him. Her imposing presence, her hard stare...What a women.

-You’ve created a certain commotion by coming back, she finally lets out, her head fixed straight on the door.

- It appears so, even though I do not understand the political ramification of my return.

His breath shortens as his heart race quickens. It feels like he’s going crazy. After so long, she gave him the cold shoulder and deprives him of her beautiful gaze. This is unfair! He abandoned everything for her and the Ascendancy, he left everything behind to come back stronger than ever to bring help to his people. And she won’t even grace him with a smile? Might as well stab him in the heart, it would be less painful.

She lets out a snarky snarl.

- Of course you do not. You didn’t back then and you won’t now.

- Maybe you could teach me? He tries an approach turning his head to her to be welcomed by her unmoving profile. He's never been too good at this game but it won’t prevent him from trying. For her he would try anything. He keeps an eye on the elevator’s indicator, soon they would reach the floor and be separated again… In those conditions? Without a smile ? Without staring longingly in her gorgeous eyes? Without grazing her hand once ? 

He cannot let that happen. He spent all those years thinking about her, the only thing keeping him sane in this Empire of vipers.

- Right now? We do not have the time. And I doubt to be able to teach anything to an old blinkered person like you.

Then…

Something switches in his head.

He silently and oh so calmly turns towards the control panel, opens it, and very simply tears the wires. The elevator stops instantly in a jolt, plunged into darkness, only a small emergency light bulb lightning crudely the metal box.

-Grand Admiral Thrawn! She shouts indignant, finally looking at him.

He fully turns towards her.

-Now listen, Fleet Admiral, I had some very rough years and a notably rough day. I am in no mood to take this unfair beating: I have been sent to find allies for the Ascendancy, and came back with a full fleet. I succeeded in my mission. Now I do not want the honor of the victor nor any medals. The only thing I ask for is the warmth of a friend, a welcoming smile or friendly salutations, of which I have received none and especially coming from you this is particularly cruel. Now we can remedy it or never speak again.

He can’t believe what he just said, it was totally unprompted and involuntary. He would never cut their bound and renounce her friendship, but something in her demeanor made him snap. 

They look into each other's eyes in silence for a whole minute when she finally raises an eyebrow, looking at him like a curious insect. He fully braces for the storm coming, she has every right to be beside herself.

- You’ve changed, Mitth’raw’nuruodo. You used to have more patience, she states calmly.

-It has been ten years, Ar’alani. People change, I am not immune to it.

She holds his gaze before finally lowering her eyes and sighs.

-You’re right, it’s been ten years… Ten years of tumult, ten years of uncertainty, ten years of hope of you coming back against all odds. Ten years without any news, any signs of life…

He presses his lips in a thin line, feeling a bit gauche now.

- And I am truly sorry for that, he assures, it was due to parameters out of my control.

 -I know… 

Her voice is so weary suddenly, like years of stress coming crushing down upon her suddenly. 

- But you don’t know what I feared happened to you…

He gently takes her hands and squeezes them.

- But I am here now, I have returned.

- Things have changed. The Ascendancy is in great peril, eating itself from within. You might have returned home to lose it definitively.

- This defeatism is not like you.

She giggles tiredly.

- Maybe I’ve changed too.

He holds her face, forcing her to look at him.

- Whatever might happen, we will face it together.

And without thinking of consequences, he puts his lips against hers delicately, annihilating more than thirty years of friendship in one simple gesture…  It is so soft, softer than what he ever imagined with a sugary taste. She doesn’t respond, neither inviting him or pushing him back. He slowly parts, searching her gaze, holding his breath, waiting to discover if he just made the biggest error of his life…

She gasps lightly, and seizes his head with force, pressing their mouth together. His heart skips a beat, but he welcomes it. He deepens the kiss, caressing the back of her head, the low of her back, pressing their body together like they could fuse as one. He pushes her against the wall, squeezing her harder in his arms while making out. She’s disheveling him, clawing his back through the fabric, pushing her tongue in his mouth, hugging his tongue, moaning in the kiss.

Oh this is such sweet music to his ears, angels could not sing softer.

Finally…

A hunger of thirty years will be satiated tonight.

And he’s ravenous.

She looks as starving as him, which makes his heart fluster. It is so satisfying to know you please the other person as much as she pleases you. He tastes blood and realizes she’s biting his lower lips. He growls in response. 

She moves away, tearing him apart, but it is to open his tidy uniform. She hurries in her movement, a bit clumsily with such haste. He resists the temptation to just tear the fabric of both of their uniforms and instead choose to help her. He quickly ends up in his black tank top that he discards as quickly. She also opens her jacket while he kneels down to open her white pants, he pulls them down with her undergarment and caresses his way up her legs. He grazes her inner thighs and looks up at her, panting and with messy hair, he sees her chest moving up and down as she breathes. Without breaking eye contact he approaches his head to her vulva and gives a long, wet lick at her slit. She closes her shiny eyes and throws her head backward, so he does it again, teasing her entrance, slips up his tongue between her pussylips, his nose buried in her pubes. He inhales the musk deeply. He laps at her cunt with the flat of the tongue, sucking and flicking his tongue at her clit, he does it conscientiously, thoroughly, like his savoring a rare dish. She gasps and whines, holding his head, pressing it further against her wet, slick sex. He thought he could die happy suffocated between her legs. He tonguefucks her until a tremor shakes her and she comes in his mouth with a moan. He drinks it all like a thirsty man. He licks his lips with a satisfied grin, looking at her purple and panting face, a drop of sweat at her temple. He kisses her public mount and rises on his feet, unbuckling his pants. She slips her hand in his boxer to feel and stroke his length, appreciating the circumference of his girth. He sighs with pleasure at the delicious sensation, he kisses her cheeks and she bites his ear.

-Hurry, she breathes.

He pulls down his boxer, freeing his hardening dick, he gives it a few rough strokes and presses the tip at her cunt, coating it as he trails her pussylips, nudging her hole with his tip. She bites her lower lips, her hands at the back of his neck. He kisses the tip of her nose and aligns himself with her, he slowly enters her, moaning as her tightness strangles his veiny shaft, he pushes and buries himself to the hilt. She jumps and circles his waist with her legs as he carries her his hand under her thighs. Taking support on the wall he starts rutting inside her, thrusting his hips sloppily, they mewl in unisson, making out again. He feels his cock get swallowed by her wet warmth, she grips him as he stuffs her full and she’s not embarrassed to let her pleasure be known by the most obscene noises. It only fires him up more, giving him even more energy and vigor. He rolls his hips languorously, as she bounces on his cock, he languidly plunges into her soft flesh, feeling her spasms and contracts around his length.

-I missed you, she mewls

It makes his heart beat faster and heat up his cheek even more.

-Me too, my love, me too.

They kiss languorously, until his thrust becomes erratic. He’s close, he knows it.

-Stay with me, she grunts.

- I will.

He feels all his lower body tensing up, but when he tries to remove himself she locks him between her legs until he finishes inside her. His orgasm his mind shattering, pushing air out his lungs. She clenches around his cock when she cums and he put her down, legs trembling, short breath and glossy eyes. He rests his forehead against hers, catching his breath, he brushes her hair out of her face. She holds his hand and rests her cheek in it. They remain silent, smiling, grazing their nose tips, savoring this quiet moment before getting back to real life.

-We must get back, she sighs

-I know, but he doesn’t stop pampering kisses on her face.

-Thrawn, I’m serious. We got work to do.

-I know… This time he’s the one sighing

She smiles contritely and pecks his lips.

-Come to my place tonight? I will let the door open for you.

-I am afraid I will finish late, he reluctantly admits.

-It is okay. I waited for you for ten years, I can wait a little longer…

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar

@thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth’raw’nuruodo #admiral ar'alani #ar'alani #thrawn smut #fanfic #vibratingskull

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

hi miss pmd9!

I was wondering what your insights are regarding the artmaking process and social media / the void of the internet.

Lately I've been feeling like all of my inspiration comes from tumblr, which is nice, because I create a true feed of things i really do find inspiring, but it feels like all it does though is feed into itself- i find my practice becomes extinguished when I think too hard about what I make and try to synthesize all my inspirations down into a lovely simmer.

All in all...

What do you do to keep your artistic practice healthy/strong? Is there any way that it relates to the internet/ goes away from the internet? And any advice for a healthy balance between a practice that is both informed by the internet but keeps a healthy distance?

sorry for text wall u_u

no need to apologize i love this Q 🙏 i totally understand, i love tumblr but i barely look at my dashboard anymore, out of the whole day i scroll maybe 10-20 minutes total lol, and its kinda forced cus cus i dont wanna fall out of touch w friends .. some insight on this -

dont get me wrong tumblr has brought me a lot of visual inspo over time but at this point in my life i am really obsessed w being in my own energy -w- And enforcing boundaries between my own thoughts/feelings + those of others. the more disconnected i am the more inspired i naturally feel

one of my biggest inspo is hilma af klint, and her methods of channeling, is how i try to draw now. i have found ways i can ~empty my vessel~ until visions start coming thru, which i believe r from my angel guides. thats actually a huge reason y im quitting weed lol i care a lot about being as receptive as possible. walking outside rly helps stuff come thru, as well as yoga, i get crazy ass vividness visuals during yoga !!

another thing thats a fun exercise is like, closing your eyes & watching the fractals on ur eyelids to see what apeears. i always loved doing this as a child! also stuff like, staring at the ceiling until forms appear, staring at tree bark or cracks in the cement. i have been doing this stuff my whole life but recently i heard this can be a method of channeling :o

also this is maybe an obvious one but listening to music while drawing can really help ignite a flow state, maybe a word in the lyrics will stand out to u and send ur mind on a visual path, reading does this for me too, language rly helps me generate pictures in abstract ways not directly related to what's being said/written

ultimately just practice going inwards & getting into flow state , watever method of getting there works for u, keep practicing ,it gets easier w time

But yeah the internet is really not part of my creative process at all anymore, other than to share my work. its just too overwhelming to my senses. i enjoy making art sm more now that ive distanced myself. thats just wat works for me ^-^

i hope this can help in some way <3 just keep going!! thanks for the good question it gave me much to reflect upon. Have a wonderful gemini new moon anon <3

[skulduggery-pleasant-bp9]

Part 9 – Not your fault

WARNING!: Mention of Murder, Cursing, Mentally and Emotionally unstable Reader, Violent thoughts, Reader snaps AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

Skulduggery looked Erskin dead in the eyes, he gulped at that.

“Remember that I won’t be mad, Erskin. I didn’t come here to punch anyone, not even you. So please tell me the truth.”, Skulduggery softly told the frightened male.

Erskin nodded carefully.

“Were you there, when my Family was murdered ? Did you see what Serpine did to them ? Did you...see me get outraged ?”

Erskin froze up and he stared at Valkyrie. The room was dead silent. All of The Dead Men looked away at that, knowing that Erskin WAS there. But they refused to babble out anything.

“You said you didn’t tell him.”, he whispered to her.

“I didn’t. But Eliza Scorn told him something and revealed with that, that you might have been there.”, Valkyrie stated.

“Scorn ?”, he asked.

Skulduggery nodded softly.

“Please tell me the truth, Erskin. Have you been there ?”, he asked the panicking male.

“U-uhm...”

“I am not here to hurt anyone. You have the soul vision on, yes ?”

“A-ah...Yes I do...”

“Then you see that I am not at the verge of getting angry. I am just as uncomfortable as you, but I really need to know the truth now. From you.”

Erskin started to shake and he looked away.

“Y-yes... I was there that day...”, he whispered softly.

“Since when ?”

“S-since the be-beginning... Y-you ran off and left the rest of us ! I-I thought you might need some help !”, he stuttered out, partly panicked.

“Erskin, calm down. I am not angry, nor am I going to get angry. Look at me, kid.”

He slowly looked at him and saw the pain Skulduggery had in his own eyes.

“Explain it to me, everything. Take your time when you start talking.”, Skulduggery said calmly.

Erskin took a few deep breaths and his shaking subsided slightly. Anton and Ghastly got up and sat next to him on the floor. Anton gave him a side hug and Ghastly held his hand, both of them knowing, that Erskin was extremely scared.

“You left us...I saw you leaving in a hurry. I thought you might need some help and decided to follow you. We arrived at some building and you froze in place. I wanted to know why...you NEVER froze in place in the war before. I kept my distance from you and hid behind you, behind a tree. That’s when I saw Serpine and your family. They were...in terrible shape. Your Son...he saw me. I-I wanted to help, wanted to do something. I jumped out from behind the tree, ready to pull out my gun, but I froze up instead... Serpine already started to...torture them to their slow death. I couldn’t move. No matter how much my brain screamed at my body to do something, I couldn’t.”, Erskin explained, tears falling down his face.

Skulduggery’s transparent face screwed up in phantom pain, but he wanted him to explain, so he had to deal with it. Erskin looked at Skulduggery.

“I really tried to move, I swear ! But I couldn’t ! I froze up at a moment where you would have needed me and I’m sorry ! I fucked it all up !”, Erskin sobbed out.

Anton hugged him tighter and Ghastly rubbed Erskin’s back. The rest of them had a pained face too, unable to imagine the pain Erskin was feeling, but able enough to understand that it wasn’t easy to talk about for him, that it was hurting him deep in his soul.

“God...Your own Son must have been disappointed with me.”, Erskin hiccupped.

“What do you mean ?”, Skulduggery asked, voice thick with emotion.

“He saw me. He saw that I wanted to help and kill Serpine. He just stared at me. He BEGGED me to do something. The damn look he gave me said everything ! And I just had to disappoint him ! He wanted me to pull out the gun and pull the trigger and I just couldn’t ! He gave me an understanding smile before he died, but it feels like he was actually disappointed with me ! He was my best friend ! I didn’t want him to die !”

Skulduggery was in shock, like the rest of The Dead Men and Valkyrie. Erskin didn’t tell anyone about that.

“Even after they died, I was still rooted in place ! And then you screamed and looked ready to start a rampage out of rage ! It was too much for me at once and I had no idea what to do ! A second before you grabbed the dagger, I saw that it was poisoned. I wanted to scream, my mouth was open, but before I could yell at you to NOT touch it, you already did ! That’s when I knew that I will lose YOU too ! I couldn’t let that happen ! I saw how you suddenly dropped to the floor, but before Serpine could get me, I ran for the hills and back to our camp.”

The rest of The Dead Men stared at him in shock, Valkyrie in horror. Serpine was hell bent to get Erskin too. Ghastly and Anton were the only ones who knew about that part.

“I risked my life to get a book about Antidotes, that can cure people from deadly poisonings. I found the one I was looking for, refused to sleep, eat and drink, just to find the damn thing. When I saw all the things that I would have needed, I knew that I needed help. I asked Hopeless for a lot of things and bothered Anton, Ghastly and Dexter to help me make it. For some reason, I think Hopeless knew what I was trying to do, what I’ve seen. I told them all that you went on a solo mission, so they won’t get worried. I was hopeful that I can save you and no one had to know that you were on the brick of death.”

All of The Dead Men, besides Skulduggery, nodded in agreement. Valkyrie just stared at Skulduggery.

“They didn’t like it that I pressured them to hurry it up, because they had no clue why I was in such a hurry. When we finally had it done, I also found your location. Before they could ask me, what it was for and why I needed it so badly, I bagged the damn thing and ran off. I was running to your location, sneaked by, killed and avoided enemies. It costed me time though and I knew I was running low on time already. I didn’t calculate in the wall that I had to get over though and even though I hurried and slipped like 50 times almost to my death, I came 20 seconds too late to help you. You were already dead when I arrived... Serpine said you died 20 seconds ago, so that was how I knew. The next day you were openly burned on a lance and that was when everyone knew what I tried to do, why I was in such a hurry and what I knew, that they didn’t.”

They all nodded again, besides Valkyrie and Skulduggery. Skulduggery had a pained expression on his face. He felt horrible for how Erskin must have felt, what he had to witness and what he blamed himself for. He sighed deeply and looked at Erskin with soft eyes.

“None of this, was your fault, Erskin.”, he then said.

He stared at Skulduggery in shock.

“B-but I just...STOOD there and fucked everything up !”, he protested.

Skulduggery shook his head.

“You didn’t. As I told you a few days ago...China was there when Serpine killed my Family. She saw you and made you stay frozen in place. You didn’t freeze up from horror or shock, you would have acted, if China wouldn’t have stopped you. She and the rest of the Diablerie captured my Family and brought them to him.”

The Dead Men stared at Skulduggery with wide eyes and Erskin stared at Skulduggery with ripped wide open eyes too.

“Who told you that ?”, Ghastly asked.

“Eliza Scorn did. She had a grudge against China Sorrows and bombed her Library and apartment. She told me what China did and she knew that Erskin was there too and China made him freeze up and feel horrible about it, thinking that he was just incompetent to function properly when needed.”, Skulduggery explained.

“And you believe her ?”, Saracen asked.

“I believe her.”, Valkyrie answered.

They all turned to look at her.

“I asked her why, when she talked about Erskin, she softened her voice. She said he keeps secrets, but in Mevolent’s reports stood that Erskin was there and witnessed Skulduggery’s family’s death. He was also noted down as emotionally and mentally unstable child. She also added that China disgusts her for making a 50 to 60 year old, mentally and emotionally sensitive child, believe that he had to blame himself for things that were taken out of his control. She informed me that he was still considered a child when he was below 100 years of age.”

“That is true. Erskin wanted to be treated like a Teenager, even though he would have only been one with 68 years of age. We fulfilled his wish though, because he started to get sad that we still treated him like a kid.”, Dexter agreed.

“She really told you all that ?”, Ghastly asked.

Valkyrie nodded.

“Skulduggery was already in his car when I asked her, but yes. She did tell me all that. She wanted us to tell Erskin that it wasn’t his fault.”

Erskin stared into space and everyone looked at him. His left eye twitched and his face darkened.

‘Oh shit. That was too much information at once ! He is going to snap !’, Vile yelled at Skulduggery.

‘Means ?’

‘He is already planning China’s death and when he killed her, he will go on a rampage and kill more people. He will go insane and when he is insane, he has no control over himself !’

Suddenly Erskin sprung up and went to his drawer in his room, he got out his gun and loaded it.

“Erskin put the gun down. It is no use.”, Skulduggery said calmly.

“No use ?! This Bitch made me watch everyone die from your Family, including you ! She made me feel like shit for years ! Don’t tell me you plan to forgive that Hoe ! She helped in killing YOUR FAMILY ! She is responsible for YOUR DEATH ! She triggered a lot of shit that I hoped I would never have to deal with ! She helped to pull me into depression ! SHE RUINED MY LIFE ! AND YOU PLAN TO FORGIVE AND SPARE THAT HOE’S LIFE ?! HELL NO !”, Erskin exploded on him.

His eyes held pure rage and hatred. Such pure rage and hatred, The Dead Men have never seen in Erskin’s eyes. Valkyrie started to back up from Erskin.

“It was long ago, Erskin.”, Skulduggery tried to reason with him.

“SO IT WAS WITH SERPINE ! DID YOU FORGIVE THAT PIECE OF SHIT ?! NO !”

“He didn’t change, nor did he ever feel regret.”

“OH ?! AND CHINA DID ?! THAT BITCH ONLY STANDS ON A SIDE THAT IS WINNING AND WORTH HER TIME, TO SAVE HER OWN SKIN ! SHE IS A FUCKING SNAKE ! AND YOU WANT TO REASON WITH ME THAT SHE CHANGED OR FELT REMORSE ?! PAH ! GIVE ME A BETTER REASON !”

“Yes, she did bad and I doubt that Skul forgave her. I doubt he even plans on forgiving her. But please, she is not worth your time and effort, Erskin.”, Valkyrie tried to reason.

He turned to her with a dark glare. He pointed his weapon at her, but didn’t plan on pulling the trigger.

“You, keep yourself OUT OF THIS ! You have no IDEA what I went through, just because of that disgusting Bitch ! This piece of absolute filth ! I already hated her when she was still alive and ‘helping’ us from time to time, but now...oh, now I just want to GOUGE HER EYES OUT !”

Erskin’s eyes started to glow brightly and everyone was in fright. Skulduggery got up and approached him. He knew Erskin would never hurt anyone from them. He touched his arm with the gun and pushed it down.

“I know you are pissed off and that is totally okay, Erskin. But please let us regain self control, yes ? I do NOT forgive her, nor am I planning on it. But she is not worth our time and effort. Karma will come for her. We just have to be patient. Now please...calm down.”, Skulduggery told Erskin.

He glared at him, but somehow he started to get back to his senses. What Skulduggery didn’t know, was that everyone saw how pained Skulduggery was right now and rage and anger, seemed to make him even sadder. Erskin took a deep breath and then dropped his gun. Skulduggery picked it up and gave it to Ghastly, then went back to stand beside Erskin.

“Anything else you have to tell me about that damn Hoe, before I get pissed off again ?”, he asked in a monotone.

“She and the rest of the Diablerie came from time to time in my cell and watched as Serpine tortured me.”, Skulduggery informed.

Erskin sucked in a breath. He left Skulduggery’s side and went to his drawer again. He screamed and swiped the side lamp and decorations with brute force off, making them hit the wall and shatter to pieces. Then he slumped on the floor, in a sitting position, facing the wall and stayed dead silent.

Everyone stared at him, waiting for him to say something or to move a muscle, but he didn’t. Skulduggery sighed saddened.

“Give him his five minutes. He needs time to process everything.”, he informed them.

They all nodded and waited for Erskin to be back with them again. After 10 minutes of silence, Erskin got up from the floor and turned around, sniffing. He looked at the damage he made and then at Anton.

“Sorry for that, Anton.”, he apologized.

“It’s alright. This stuff is easy to replace, don’t worry.”, Anton waved him off kindly.

“Can I...have a hug...?”, he asked Anton.

The man got up and approached Erskin, pulling him into a tight hug, Erskin returned it just as tightly.

“Are you feeling better ?”, he asked the male.

Erskin nodded and took a deep, shaky breath.

“No episode incoming ?”

“No...Just feeling empty right now...”, Erskin whispered into his ear.

Anton frowned and the others saw his frown. They grew worried.

“It’s okay. At least you were afraid of nothing, little Brother. It was not your fault, just as Ghastly, Hopeless and me told you over and over.”, Anton tried to soothe him.

“Tired...”

Anton understood that Erskin was emotionally drained. He nodded.

“Of course... Do you want anyone to stay ?”

“No...Wanna be alone...”

Anton nodded. Then he let go of Erskin.

“Everyone, out of the room. Erskin wants peace and quiet. He is emotionally drained and tired.”, Anton informed.

Everyone, besides Erskin, Skulduggery, Anton and Valkyrie left the room. Anton watched Erskin go to bed and then sat next to him on it.

“Do you need anything ? Water, food ?”, he asked Erskin.

“Painkillers and a glass of water for later ? I think I will wake up with a massive headache...”

Anton nodded and left the room to get the requested things. He quickly came back and put it all on the nightstand next to Erskin’s bed.

“Thank you...”

“Sure. Sleep well. Call one of us, if you need anything after you woke up, okay ?”

Erskin nodded and then closed his eyes.

Anton looked at Valkyrie and Skulduggery and motioned for them to leave with him. They did as asked and soon they all met in Anton’s room.

“I...never saw him like that...”, Erskine got out.

“Me neither.”, Ghastly replied.

“None of us ever saw him like that. The cup overflowed by Erskin this time.”, Anton told them.

“That was silent rage.”, Saracen stated.

“So what ?”, Dexter asked.

“Silent rage is the worst kind of rage. You never know what the person with silent rage is going to do. You can’t read their expressions all that well.”, Saracen explained further.

“He is right... I had no idea what he was gonna do with the gun. I was even afraid that he either shoots himself or Valkyrie.”, Ghastly voiced his thoughts.

“Silent rage is dangerous. Such people are unpredictable.”, Erskine added.

The rest, besides Valkyrie and Dexter nodded.

“He was terrifying. I thought he will pull the trigger.”, Valkyrie said still shaken.

“He could never hurt any of us. Not of his own free will. If he would have hurt us, then because he is forced to.”, Skulduggery told everyone.

“From where would you know that ?”, Ghastly asked.

“He told me many times, before I died. He could never hurt us and if he ever does...then because he is forced to or it isn’t him at all.”

“Why would he tell you that a lot of times ?”, Ghastly asked.

“You remember when we were in Kildare ?”, Skulduggery asked Ghastly.

He nodded.

“We had a big fight and you all thought that Erskin wanted to shoot Hopeless, who ducked in last second. You thought someone might have been behind him, but you didn’t see anyone, remember ?”

At that, everyone, besides Skulduggery and Valkyrie, hummed.

“You were mad at him and he used the excuse that he mistook Hopeless for an enemy, high from all the stress and adrenaline. Right ?”

Again nods.

“That was a lie. Hopeless knew why Erskin made it seem like he wanted to shoot him. There was someone behind Hopeless, but only Erskin could see through their disguise. Someone had the ability to turn invisible and tried to kill Hopeless from the back, Erskin saw them and shot. He gave Hopeless a look that told him to duck. He did so quickly after Erskin pulled the trigger. He wanted us to leave instantly, because he didn’t want any of us to worry about more of these people. Hopeless went back there a few hours later and found out why Erskin made it seem like he wanted to shoot him, but told him to duck at the same time, with just one look. He told me, but wanted no one else to know about it.”

They stared at Skulduggery in shock.

“Erskin was worried since, that I would throw him out, abandon him... So he told me many times that he would NEVER hurt anyone of us, besides he is forced to or it isn’t him at all.”

“So we had enemies that could cloak themselves without any objects...and we had no clue....”, Saracen said in shock.

“That’s why Erskin sneaked out at nights ! He kept an eye out for them and killed them off. You all remember the loud gunshot and we all ran out of our tents ?! We all checked on Erskin first and he was in bed, we didn’t find anything ! He got rid of the body in the lake, that was nearby our camp and rushed back to bed, pretending to have been alarmed by the shot as well !”, Dexter threw in.

“Yes ! Of course ! This makes sense now, why Hopeless told us to leave him be ! After that first incident, he trusted Erskin to be careful and to take care of the rest of these people !”, Erskine threw in, in realization.

“To think back and have believed that he planned to hurt one of us...”, Anton thought loudly and shook his head.

“I am surprised you never figured it out.”, Skulduggery stated.

They stayed silent and looked at the ground in shame. They never thought that they had sunken this low... Erskin was their little Brother, for fucks sake ! They accepted him as their little Brother and they sunk that low, just because he was outraged. How could they do that to him ? He was one of them !

-Three hours later-

They all conversed about things that might be concerning them soon and when that all died down, they read books or did other things. It was so boring without Erskin there.

The door to Anton’s room opened and inside came a worried looking Erskin, he seemed partly asleep. He didn’t know that everyone was in the living room of Anton’s room. Anton just came out of the kitchen and spotted him there.

“Erskin ! What’s wrong ?”, he asked him worried.

“Where is everyone ? I looked for Ghastly, Dex, Saracen, Erskine and Skulduggery with Val... They were all...gone. Did they leave already without saying goodbye ?”, he asked slightly hurt.

“No, no, no. They are still here, don’t worry Erskin. They are all in the living room. We didn’t feel like sleeping or being in our rooms separated.”, Anton calmed Erskin down.

“I...didn’t scare them away ?”

“You didn’t. Go to the living room. Everyone misses you.”

Erskin nodded and made his way to the living room. He spotted everyone and Valkyrie was the first one to notice Erskin. He put his index finger at his lips, motioning her to be silent, his eyes gleamed with mischief. She stayed quiet and Erskin sneaked up on Ghastly. He was behind him and then...

“ROOOOAAAAARRRR !!!!”, Erskin screamed.

Ghastly fell off of his armchair, screaming in fright. The others followed his example and fell to the floor, Skulduggery sat still and laughed with Valkyrie next to him. Erskin then howled in laughter too and held on tightly to Ghastly’s armchair.

They turned around and spotted Erskin. Ghastly got up with an evil grin, just as Anton ran inside.

“What happened ?!”, he asked.

“Erskin scared them.”, Valkyrie reported.

Anton grinned and then laughed loudly.

“Good job, little cub !”, Anton praised.

Erskin grinned at Anton and then ran at him, making them both fall to the floor.

“Ooof !”, Anton grunted as they hit the floor.

“Thanks !”, Erskin chirped at him then.

Anton smiled and wrapped his arms around him. Erskin got an evil smile on his face and playfully smacked Anton’s cheek. Anton gasped and they both started to playfully wrestle on the floor.

“Erskin did that in war times with Anton a lot. Anton is used to the smacking, it means Erskin is in a playful mood and wants to mess around.”, Skulduggery informed Valkyrie as she stared in shock at them.

“Ah...”

“He is in a childish mood right now. Don’t make him feel bad about it, he can’t control his mood swings.”

“I will end you, Erskin !”, Anton playfully threatened.

“Try me, old man !”, Erskin chuckled back.

They continued to wrestle around and playfully hit each other. Soon enough Erskin got Anton on his stomach, arms behind his back and legs disabled to move.

“Ha ! I win, old man !”, Erskin teased.

Anton playfully pouted.

“Next time I will beat you !”

“Sure, old man.”

Then Ghastly sneaked up on Erskin and started to tickle him. Erskin yelped and started to laugh and fall off of Anton.

“Nohohohoho !!! Ghahahahastlyhyhyhyhy !!! Stahahahahap !!!”, Erskin laughed out.

“Never !”

He continued to tickle him and Erskin was screaming in laughter and tears fell down his face, begging Ghastly to stop tickling him. After a while he stopped and Erskin slowly calmed down, then pouted.

“Ghastly, you are a Meanie.”

“I am always mean.”

“Yes, you are. You suck.”, Erskin said and stuck his tongue out at him.

The others all laughed.

Masterlist HERE !

#derek landy #skulduggery pleasant #male!reader #not the canon au #read warnings above #valkyrie cain #erskin is male!reader #ghastly bespoke #my au #skulduggery pleasant x reader universe #Erskine Ravel #Saracen Rue #Dexter Vex #Anton Shudder

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

The Roadblock.

*pant!* *pant!* *pant!*

*After coming to a decision, Nagito tries to escape from Zetsubou’s base. He runs, and runs and doesn’t look back.

(I know what I need to do now...At least...I hope I do...)

(I’m sorry Narumi...I appreciate everything you’ve done for me...You too, Akira...)

(But...I don’t know if I was ever meant to be here...I was blinded and...I...)

*These idle thoughts cloud his mind, but he does not stop running. He leaves the front gate of Zetsubou’s base and starts running through the forest outside the compound.

*pant!* *pant!* *pant!*

*WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...*

....H U H...?

*POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!*

AAAAHAAAAAAGGH!

*SLAAAAMM!* *RUMBLE!* *RUMBLE!* *RUMBLE!* *RUMBLE!* *THUD!*

*Nagito suddenly gets slammed in the face so hard, he tumbles back along the ground like a tumbleweed until he collides with a tree!

GUURGH! ...Nngh...Wh-What the...!?

*He grabs the tree, then clambers to his feet.

...?

...!?

*When his vision clears he stares through the opening at whatever attacked him...And he sees...

...Going somewhere?

G-Gyalusetsu...? What are YOU doing here?

No real reason...I was simply out for a walk, then I saw you running off into the distance like the world was about to end...

So...you PUNCHED me?

Actually, I kicked you.

Ok, but...WHY!?

Tell me what it is you’re doing out here, and maybe I’ll apologize for it.

You looked panicked after all. I doubt you were here for any idle reasons, like myself.

I don’t believe for a second you were here idly...

...

It’s nothing...I’m just taking some time off. My head’s been all over the place recently and...I just need it.

When we have escaped prisoners running around the base?

And when you’re probably our best chance at tracking them down with your Ultimate Talents?

I...

What good is that kind of power if you can’t even use it? And to think, you criticized Hinata for putting those powers to shame.

Alright, alright! I’ve heard enough of that kind of thing today...I don’t need you breathing down my neck about it.

...

*Matta approaches menacingly.

You’ve “heard enough of that kind of thing?” From WHO exactly?

!!?

That...doesn’t matter. I’m just...going somewhere...Just leave me alone, please.

*Nagito walks past Matta, who turns around.

Somewhere very special indeed...The Future Foundation, if I’m not mistaken?

...!?

*Nagito screeches to a halt.

Y-You don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s nothing left for me with those people...

Isn’t your beloved Seiko Kimura with them now? That seems reason enough.

That’s not why! This has nothing to do with her!

You don’t deny then that you’re going to the Future Foundation?

...!

For an Ultimate Everything, you’re not a very good liar...

Look, I already said, I’ve heard ENOUGH of that! I don’t care about these talents or what I use them with! With any luck, I’ll be rid of them soon!

Why do you even care what I’m doing or where I’m going? You never did before...

Given that I assume you’re going to the Future Foundation to sell Zetsubou out and inform them of Kamukura’s capture, that’s not something I can really let you go and do without at least questioning you about it.

...

*Nagito turns around to square Matta down.

How could you possibly know all of this!? Can you read my mind or something!?

No. I’m just not a brainless idiot like the rest of these clowns. I actually check my facts before I spit them. 

I know that Kamukura played the bad guy so he could lure Zetsubou into a trap, destroy the Hope Serum, and undo everything this organization has done.

And I also know that he removed your suicide chip months ago...

But how-

I might not be able to read minds...But I DO have X-Ray vision...

*He taps his head.

Oh, ha ha...VERY funny...What are you, some kind of robot?

...

*Matta shrugs.

That’s not an answer.

I don’t owe you one.

Well, then I guess I shouldn’t really ask why you suddenly changed your tune?

You never cared about Zetsubou’s goals before. You even showed hospitality to Kanata and Seiko when they needed it...How could you betray their trust like this!? I just thought you were in it for the credits.

That’s rich coming from you...

The Remnants of Despair showed YOU hospitality for years; treated you like you were family, and would have done anything to protect you, no matter how much you drove them up the wall or how much you did in the past to hurt them.

And what do you do? You get so obsessed with your pathetic ideals of “Hope will always prevail!” and “Talent is all that matters!” that you turn your back on them. You ruined their lives, and helped to destroy their home.

If you really think they’re going to forgive you after all that, you’re wasting your time...

...!

*SLAM!*

*Nagito stamps on the ground with his foot so hard, he leaves a small crater.

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, LECTURING ME!? I don’t have to hear these kinds of ramblings of treachery and distrust from a man who’s too afraid to show his own face!

If you knew what my face looked like, you wouldn’t be saying that.

Well maybe not, but trust me. I’ve seen my fair share of ugly mugs over the course of my life.

That aside...For all I care, Mahiru, Chiaki and the others can KEEP their forgiveness. There are greater things at stake here than my pride and obsession.

I made peace a long, long time ago that I’m ultimately worthless...Even with every ability under my belt, I’m STILL...WORTHLESS...

But I never realized until the dust settled just how much harm I was doing to the world, and to my friends. I don’t deserve them, and I’m ok with that...

...

But...the least I can do for them now is make sure that they can live a life they love without me...and if Shirogane really plans to destroy humanity with her Hope army, that’s not gonna happen.

And you...? 

Hm?

What do YOU want Nagito Komaeda? What achievement or accomplishment do YOU get from this?

...

Validation, I guess...To know that I at least did something right...

I don’t know where I’m going to go from here, but I’m done acting like a big shot...I’m done being the top dog...

...

*sigh* Alright then...

*Matta suddenly reaches up towards his ear and sticks his finger inside.

It’s time...Tsutsuji...You know what to do...

...?

*Nagito’s eyes widen as Matta lowers his hand.

Ts-Tsut...suji? Who or...what...is that?

You don’t need to know...All you do need to know is that even if I have my own agenda, I still have a job to do.

I can’t let you leave, Komaeda...Not without a fight, at least...

...I figured...

*Nagito clenches his fist.

You don’t want to do this, Gyalusetsu...

Oh, I think I do...Everyone and their grandma has been waiting to see you punched in your smug face for a while now...I will succeed at putting you down where Hajime Hinata failed...

Oh, Hajime Hinata...He really did want to be your friend, even after all the trauma you put him through...

THAT was a mistake...

You don’t know ANYTHING about me OR Hajime! RAAAAAAAAGGH!

*WHOOOSH!*

!!!??

*KER-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM!*

*Nagito rushes forward at blinding speed, reels back his fist as far as it can go, and lands the hardest and fastest punch he can muster dead in Matta’s chest! The impact is so hard and heavy, the ground around them 

...*pant!* *pant!* *pant!* Hah...

Haaah...huuuuh...?

...

*The dust settles and Matta’s figure is seen with Nagito’s fist slammed hard against Matta’s chest...Who is still standing, almost completely unphased by the nuclear-level punch.

For you see...Komaeda...

GRGH! GGERRRGH!

*Matta grabs Nagito’s wrist, and starts to twist it! Nagito falls to his knees, overwhelmed and overpowered...!

You were NEVER the top dog...!

*WHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM!!!!*

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

*CRASH!* *CRASH!* *CRASH!* *CRASH!* *CRASH!* *CRASH!* *CRASH!*

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

*CRASH!* *CRASH!* *CRASH!* *CRASH!* *CRASH!* *CRASH!* *CRASH!*

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!

*CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!*

*Matta’s punch sends Nagito soaring back and crashing through about 100 different trees until he skips across the ground like a stone on the water and grinds along the ground, covering him in dirt!

Uuuuugh...aarrghhh...

*CRACK!*

GUUGH! Haah...

*Nagito winces in pain as he sits up relocates his jaw.

HUGH!?

*CRAAAAAASHH!*

!!??

...

*He is just narrowly able to roll out the way, as the now crimson-eyed hitman nearly slams down and 

What...What the hell ARE you!?

Hhmhmhmhm...Hahahahaha...!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

!!!???

*Matta rises and points towards the Ultimate Hope.

You want to see what a REAL god among men looks like!?

Then I’ll show you...DIVINE RETRIBUTION!

//NAGITO KOMAEDA VS MATTA GYALUSETSU//

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #oc #danganronpa 2 #dr2 #matta gyalusetsu #nagito komaeda #ask #the day the world stood still arc

[shshshquietnow]

Hehe possession whump. Took me long enough...

Would like to say! I write a lot of little stand alone oneshots. Basically if you see one of my writings without a title, you don't have to have any prior knowledge of my works to understand.

That being said, if you all are ever a fan of one of these, feel free to send me an ask me to continue it! I want to see what yall like.

...

Contents: possession (obviously), threats of violence, passing out (sort of), threats to harm a child, implied harm to a child.

...

Day clutched her skull, a splitting headache spreading through her brain. Oh not today please of ALL days...

She opened her eyes to see Pavor in his terrifying-ness, standing over her folded body as the headache forced her to the ground. The ancient warrior ghost was clad in black armor and cold glowing purple eyes, a dark mist filling the room, fading to black Day's cottage.

"You look well." Pavor chuckled, dray as he crossed his arms. Day could barely manage to look up at him. He was already tall and imposing, not to mention Day was curled on the floor. He scoffed. "Come on now, what happened to the brave adventurer that released me?"

She was consumed by guilt for releasing such an evil back into the world and you've been tormenting her for seven years. You've taken over her body and made her do terrible things abd you've near exhausted her to death. Is what Day wanted to say. But the once brave fighter was quiet as a mouse.

There was a noise- a knock on the door that pierced through the vision, and Day's blood went cold as ice. A young voice called out. "Day? Lady Day? It's me it's Lutine, I have the swords you asked for, u was wondering when we could start... I'm very honored-"

"Who's that." Pavor tilted his head of into the distance of the void, a hint of taunt in his voice at seeing Day's face go pale. She's already failed at not provoking the spirit. Lutine had made herself interesting.

She could hear Lutine's words, muffled... after years she'd taken an apprentice, a small girl without much to her name but her honor and strength and a sword. Lupine had been asking- coming the the cottage and asking for the once famous Lady Day to train her so she could protect her little village from the rumored invaders...

"Don't hurt her..." Day breathed out without thinking. More flowers for the burial... Day and Lutine both. "Don't kill her don't do ANYTHING, she'd just a kid... you can do it. You can possess me right now and I won't fight back and you won't kill her."

"My eyes must deceive me..." Pavor hummed, a stark contrast to the desperation in Day's voice. "Did I finally manage after seven years to get the great Lady Day to beg?"

"Just get it over with!" Day snapped. She'd been fighting it for so long... and while having her body puppeted was a sickening feeling, it was just... exhausting to fight back. Day always did- Day would win, Day would lose, and Day could feel it... she's aged beyond her years. She hated she was giving in, she hated Pavor, and she hated her own past errors, letting the spirit free in the first place.

"And you've gotten soft..." Pavor stared at her, shaking his head and tsking. It was like he was looking at a finished project. "You really care for that Lutine, don't you?"

Day nodded hesitantly. Even with the visor of his helm covering his face, Pavor leaked an aura of complete satisfaction.

"Relax now," Pavor coaxed. Day did her best to let her guard down, but it was like trying to get a fly to stop squirming in a spider's web. "I will not kill the young Lutine. I cannot wait to wield your expertise more in the future, Lady Day."

And all at once, Day was back in her living room. She could see Lutine still at the door, the sun not nearly midway in the sky. No time had passed.

And then Day was standing. She always felt on edge whenever Pavor caught her... she could see perfectly what was happening, she could shout and scream in her mind all she wanted at Pavor- and yet the spirit had no requirement to communicate with her. She'd suddenly be standing or walking or attacking something or talking with no warning. Day hated the unknown.

Day was opening the door, smiling down at the young girl. She had two swords- a well used one that was clearly her own, and a newer one, though not shiny new. She felt the sensation of her mouth moving. "Are you ready, Lutine?"

The page nodded excitedly, giving Day the sword and skipping over to the clearing in the trees they had decided to use as a training area. Day felt a low chuckle in her stomach. If she was in control of her body, her own would have sunk.

"You should plan your words more carefully," Pavor spoke clear to her mind. He rarely ever spoke to Day when like this, if not only for questions she refused to answer until threatened. "I won't be killing the young Lutine, no-"

Day's fingers traced along the iron. Day took note as to how sharp the blade was, her dread grew. She managed to feel sickened without a body.

"But when I take my rightful place as the greatest knight to ever live again," Pavor continued. Day started walking to the training area. Her hand was not tight on the sword, it was too casual. "I can't have any little brats in my way."

"No," even in the mind her voice was shaking. "No no no-"

"Ready, Lutine?" Day said, a malicious smile.

Her page did not pick up on that, nor the purple sheen in her mentors eyes. She nodded, holding her sword in front of her, ready to spar. "Ready."

And Day could only watch whatever Pavor had planned.

#whump #whumper #whumpee #fantasy whump #psycological whump #quiet whispering #magic whumper #possession

[mmxstrangers]

It was dark and nighttime near the woods. Optic Sunflower and Dark Mantis were going on a walk, as the crickets and cicadas chirped. Dark Mantis was a few feet ahead, trying to touch around his surroundings to navigate, and Optic Sunflower jogged to keep up.

“D-d…o-o-n’t st-r-a-y-y too…f-a-a-r..f-f-r-o—m m-m-e-e y….y-o-o—u k…n…o..w y..o…—u w…I…l… n-n-n-o-t b—e a—a-b-l-e to last l-o-n-g w-I-t-h yo….—ur l—a—c—k o-f s-I-i-g-h-t. M—a—n—t-I-s; y-o-u..’r-e a-b-o-u-t t—o w-a-l-k I-n-t-o a t-r-e-e….”

Dark Mantis had walked into a tree, bonking his head on it, before walking to the left and tripping on one of it’s roots.

Optic Sunflower sighed, helping him up, and picking him up like a 5 year old.

“M-a-a-n-t-I-s; w-h-y…..?”

The familiar-looking duo in the distance were doing some scouting before they found themselves staring at the bumbling forms of two Reploids ahead of them. Something didn't seem quite right about the two they witnessed, but it appeared that one of them didn't have the best vision during the dark hours of the day.

Theta turned his head to Chi, whose lips were turned in a frown. Chi's sensors were not picking up any solid forms in front of them, and yet he could see and hear them like Theta could.

'Theta... Are you seeing all of this, too? Or are my visual and audio detectors malfunctioning?'

Theta shook his head, glancing between his partner and the incorporeal beings there. "I'm not picking up their signals either. They could be dampened, however. Best to approach with caution."

The duo's own appearances were silhouetted, but their shapes may have been recognizable from a distance. Slowly, they approached Optic Sunflower and Dark Mantis.

#cosmolumine #CODENAME: THANATOS #CODENAME: WATCHER

[spideymichelle]

Hi it’s old friend petermj x mitski anon again, I’m so sorry for all the sadness but I’m glad to see the agenda has expanded since I’ve been writing a fic based on this for the past 3 weeks & u see the vision so clearlyAnyways more songs that I think would fit (sorry) - I Guess (Peter thanking MJ for her love from a distance), Remember My Name (Peter Parker is no more but Spiderman lives on..), Once More to See You (all of it), and I Want You (I hold one card / that I can’t use) I’m so sorry

anon you are so cruel to me

I guess, I guess I guess this is the end I'll have to learn To be somebody else

It's been you and me Since before I was me Without you, I don't yet know Quite how to live

If I could keep Anything of you I would keep Just this quiet after you

It's still as a pond I am staring into From here, I can say Thank you From here, I can tell you Thank you

i literally cannot move

I gave too much of my heart tonight Can you come to where I'm staying And make some extra love? That I can save 'til tomorrow's show

'Cause I need somebody to remember my name After all that I can do for them is done I need someone to remember me

I need something bigger than the sky Hold it in my arms and know it's mine Just how many stars will I need to hang around me To finally call it Heaven?

Once More to See You so petermj it hurts

In the rear view mirror I saw the setting sun on your neck And felt the taste of you bubble up inside me

But with everybody watching us Our every move We do have reputations Will you keep it secret Won't let them have it

So come inside and be with me Alone with me Alone with me Alone If you would let me give you pinky promise kisses Then I wouldn't have to scream your name atop of every roof in the city of my heart If I could see you Once more to see you

I want you I hold one card That I can't use But I want you

You're coming back And it's the end of the world We're starting over And I love you darling And I am done, dear

You're in the house And I am here in the car 'Cause I just need a quiet place Where I can scream How I love you

I found you I found the door But when I stepped through There was no floor

I want you I want you

(it's about doors i'm screaming)

#peter parker x mitski #petermj x mitski #peter parker #anon #i'm literally screaming my post-nwh playlist is gonna hit

[solemn-siren]

Storm’s calamity chapter nine

Chapter nine: The strings behind the puppet

Author’s note: Wait the last chapter was back on February? H U H.

Well let’s blame it on school and call it there. No joke since school started back up life has been… crazy. Like teachers forgetting they have class. That was golden.

Thank you for the wait, and as Brew would say, let’s get into it!

Oliver, Jorge, and Mya seemed to know what they were doing enough to make a small shelter in a cave which impressed me. Merlin, despite his best efforts, was still wet and he was more concerned about his appearance than what the kids could manage.

“There’s a camp where you can learn how to be cool?” Jorge asked as I sat down in their cave shelter, while Oliver was trying to pet Merlin but the owl didn’t like it and proceeded to run away from him. Mya just watched the boys with no amusement whatsoever.

“If being paranoid all because of a talking statue is cool then yeah.” I answered, talking about the statue of prophecy that seemed so long ago.

“But you know Octavian?” Oliver asked, still trying to pet Merlin. “And you have something against him too?”

“Stole something that’s very, very, very important to getting everyone to stop being paranoid and make camp normal again.” I said, before explaining the story so far. About the statue of prophecy and its awakening since it was built 100 years ago. The vision Felix had. Erik the Red’s amulet, all the way up to when I found out Octavian was the amulet thief.

“Wow… so you’re saying some statue spoke a prophecy, everyone became worried, and you were sent out to solve this?” Jorge asked when I finished. “Wow… that’s cool.”

Do kids just assume everything is cool?

“But if we both have motives for chasing after Octavian…” Mya added, thinking. “Could we work together to lure him out?”

I thought about it for a while, before the seeds of a plan started forming.

———

“Hey Octavian! I got the map you wanted!”

In the distance, against a sky dark with clouds ready to rain down its tears, Oliver waved around a piece of paper while calling for the thief.

“Octavian is after this magical map. I think it’s magic.” Mya explained as we waited in the bushes. We were on a cliff, high enough that if you were anywhere on the island you would hear a young boy calling for someone. “The act of surprise is something you can easily take advantage of.” I explained, remembering what Felix had managed to do back at camp. He struck when I expected the least, petrifying me with surprise.

“I think that’s true.” a voice behind us said.

Octavian. Mya was quick to react and kicked him, before she ran off.

“Oliver! We have to bail!” She yelled to her brother, who stared at us confused. I was about to explain what was happening before a strong grip prevented me from going any further.

“Well well well, you were quite brave to think you could fool me.” He said, spinning a knife in his free hand. “Unfortunately, there’s a lot more to the amulet than what you can see on the surface, child. I know who you are. You’re trying to fulfill some stupid prophecy aren’t you?”

How did he know about the statue? The only culprit I could think of was the fact he was listening in on our plan, and he must’ve overheard part of it.

“My master can’t allow that. And he doesn’t like prophecy chasing children to be left running around.” He added, which made me realize there was more to the story. Octavian and the prophecy was just the tip of a massive iceberg．

“Master?” I asked, trying to see if I could get anything, something useful, out of him.

Octavian smiled, revealing a lightning bolt tattoo on his wrist. “He promised not just myself, but everyone who suffered the fate of loosing a loved one a brand new world.” He explained, looking into the distance as the sound of rain and the tears of the sky started falling. “A world where we can all live happily with our loved ones without the suffering. And that means getting rid of everything, and everyone.”

Ah great it’s one of those ‘I am ending the world so I can bring back my loved one’ story. “You know those never work right?” I said, glaring at him. “No one keeps promises in stories.”

“And your promise of ending paranoia ends now.” Octavian added, tightening his grip and raising his knife above his head. “This is for Paulla, for everyone who suffered, for everyone who doesn’t deserve to feel this sad-“

He was stopped by a rain of sparks from the sky. It wasn’t thunder, it wasn’t lightning, but I was certain it was here to save me.

#Storm’s calamity #Sc #poptropica fanfiction #poptropica story

[noctallawriteheartecanwrite]

Deer Caught in my Headlights Prologue (Della's Memory)

Rey De Desarmonia. King of Disharmony. 

He stood out the moment I saw him on that bus. I first saw Rey in sixth grade. With his bleached white hair and abnormally pale skin, he swore in Spanish like it was his native language as he laughed and yelled with his friends on the back of the bus. I would sit a few seats away, never knowing how to talk to him. By the time I finally got the courage it was a year later and he no longer occupied the back seats of that bus.

It was two more years before I saw him again in High School. It was coincidental, I had bumped into him in the hallway and as I looked to try and apologize I saw it was him. The same bleached white hair now had these red streaks throughout it. A spiked choker with a single circular loop in the center hung from his neck and his hair which had soft waves was pulled and clipped on one side to show off a multitude of piercings lining his ear. Rey De Desarmonia. He stood out in this crowd of people who could all be related with blonde hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. His green eyes shone like emeralds, then he glared and they turned into the forest.

“I’m sorry- umm what’s your… name?” The glare vanished but he just hefted his bag onto his shoulder before speaking.

“Not important to you, freshie.” That accent was just as thick as I remembered and he vanished down the halls. I stared after him like an idiot until I heard the bell ring and the sound of doors closing. I was now late to class and probably hated by this gorgeous man…. Who just assumed I was a freshman because of my height.

I saw him again in the halls a few more times, and not yet had I learned his name. So I joined yearbook club. My parents had been telling me to get involved with school activities and while I didn’t particularly care for any I did care about learning his name. The yearbook club was full of scorned populars and nerds. All types of people who just wanted to get even with their enemies the easiest way possible. By messing up their yearbook page. All seniors had a dedicated page to themselves so while I couldn’t find him that way, I did find him under the group of photos for the juniors and some various school events.

“Rey De Desarmonia.” I whispered it like a prayer as I stared at a photo of him, taken during the school talent show. He was a singer, a glorious one. A junior, which meant I’d see him for a year and a half before he vanished from my life again. So I became a bit of a stalker to the chagrin of my friend and sister.

“Della, I swear you have to drop this crush thing on Rey.” During my sophomore year, my only friend and sister cornered me. Schummer, my sister, sat down beside me with a frown on her face. She rarely acknowledged my presence during school so she must be really annoyed with me.  I just rolled my eyes even as Aeden, my friend, started to speak as well.

“You know I hate agreeing with her, but she has a point. Rey is a senior, he’s going to some fancy music school-” I cut him off as I pulled out my laptop, intent on using this time to do something better than just talking to people and trying to ignore the blurs and odd shapes that would appear in the corner of my vision.

“He’s actually studying to get a degree in History with a minor in Music at Wynters U.” They both stared at me as if I hadn’t realized how stalkery it sounded for me to say that. Except I did know and I did not care, I had my limits and as long as I did not directly bother Ray I considered I was keeping a respectable distance… right? As I opened up my laptop, Aeden closed it before looking me in the eyes and speaking.

“Mendel. Either way, what are you going to do for the next two years while he is gone?” I shrugged and looked towards the cafeteria entrance to see Rey enter with his arm around his own best friend, Alana Lowell. She was mute with long dark purple hair and signing to him about some party or other. Party? I only knew a few words in sign language, learning it from my sister since I took Spanish as my foreign language for the last 3 years.

“Oooh, that reminds me! I know the perfect way to get rid of your hard-on for Rey.” I ignored the blush growing on my face as I looked away from her and toward Rey who was still smiling while talking about something. He had such a gorgeous smile…

“I don’t have a-” I didn’t even get to finish before she started to talk again.

“Alana’s girlfriend is throwing a party and I know Rey is going to be there, he’s such a party animal- Anyway she said I could bring whoever I wanted so… Wanna go to a senior party dear brother~” A party? That Rey would be at? I looked back to the entrance to watch Rey laugh as Alana’s girlfriend came and said some funny joke or other. Did I want to interact with this perfect person? Or did I want to stay acting like some creepy stalker until he vanished from my radar?... I already knew my answer.

#gay #novel #original work #fiction #lgbtq #romance