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kissitbttr · 5 months
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cake testing with miguel for the wedding!
a/n: featuring a very possessive miguel
continuation from this!
it has been one of your favorite wedding plans that you always look forward to. When your best friend got married, she took you with her to help her choose which one was the best. The caterer brought six classic flavors and both of your eyes twinkled with excitement. The same goes for your best friend. You and her almost demolished that one special raspberry lemon cake with her, since both of you have a sweet spot for fresh fruits.
You could guess which one ended up at the wedding reception.
And now, getting to do it with your soon to be husband, Miguel, just seems like a dream come true.
"So, Darla isn't gonna be with us since she's got errands to run, her assistant is going to replace her today." You inform your fiancee as he drives.
He squeezes your thigh with his hand as an answer, focusing his eyes on the road. You look up from your phone to watch him drive. A smile graces upon your lips as you think how good he looks while doing it. Furrowed eyebrows in concentration, a small pout on his lips with one hand on the wheel.
Fuck, he looks absolutely delicious.
Miguel senses your gaze on him, causing him to glance at you for a second before a grin spreads across his handsome face.
"What?"
You shrug. "How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Look sexy while driving"
He snorts out a laugh before making a turn. "I don't"
it's your turn to snort as you shake your head. "Humbleness is good. But God you're a liar."
"Ah, si? But you do love me, no?"
"Unfortunately" You answer, causing him to pinch the inside of your thigh making you giggle. "If we're not on our way to the boutique, I would hop on that dick right now"
He groans at that, eyes shutting briefly as the thoughts of you riding him in the car fill his mind. And seeing the seductive smirk on your face and how divine you look in that white sundress, it's already hard enough.
''Just say the word and I'll pull over mami." He's dead serious. You could see his hand gripping tightly around the wheel.
"And be late? No can do. Plus, I dressed really nicely for today and I do not want to ruin that."
"We can be quick" He tries again, smirking at you. "20 minutes top."
"Knowing you, it could never be 20 minutes. An hour and a half maybe." You point out, re-applying the gloss on your lips before smacking it. "And that's why I'm always late to work"
"You're killing me here, Y/N." He sighs loudly, pulling over to where the boutique is. "I never hear you complain about you being late when my cock is buried deep in your pussy, anyway."
You feign an offensive look as you slowly turn your head at him, shooting a soft glare. "Excuse me? What happened to getting rid of the first-name basis?!"
Yes. You made it clear from the start of the relationship that you refuse to be called by your first name anymore. It simply just won't cut it. You made sure to give him hell every time he called you that, even if he had done it by accident. Miguel was silently pulling his hair because you can be quite mean about that. Though he won't admit how you driving him insane is sexy. Like, really, fucking sexy.
it's a turn-on for him at this point.
"Shit, my bad" He parks the car as you both get ready to walk out. "Sorry baby." He leans over to peck your lips with his hand still on your thigh. The action makes you smile.
“That’s better”
Miguel gets out first, not allowing you both to walk out at the same time because he wants to be the one who opens the car door for you. Despite you telling him that you're perfectly capable of doing that by yourself, he argues with the fact that gentlemen always open doors for their women. Your heart does a somersault every time. It never goes away.
"Got everything, mi amor?" He asks as he extends his hand which you take, before shutting the door. You nod at him, and the two of you walk into the boutique hand in hand. "Dios... You look so good right now, I might just have to fuck you out here"
You gasp at that, slapping him in the chest, earning a low chuckle from him. "Easy there, tiger. I'm not going anywhere" You scold him but secretly love it when his filter's off
“How can i take it easy when your… Girls look so inviting?” His eyes glances at your breasts being pushed up by the cups of your dress, gulping at the sight. “They want me to play with them” A pout on his lips making your heart melt.
“Ugh, Miggy! please do not call them girls” You whine, shaking your head. “I thought we agreed on ‘tits’? Just tits.”
“Alright, alright fine… You’re no fun sometimes” He jokes, kissing your cheek. “Now, is this it?”
You nod, pushing your sunglasses up to the top of your head. “Darla said we can just walk right in.”
Miguel opens the door before allowing you to walk in first as he follows from behind. Red orbs scanning over the interior of the shop. It’s pretty. Lots of flowers in each corner, the paint is mostly pink and white.
“So is this where you and Darla had done the cake testing?” He asks, hand snaking around your waist.
“Yes! It’s so beautiful isn’t it? It’s like something coming out of fairytale or that ‘Enchanted’ movie we watched the other day. Darla really did amazing with this one. Though i did advice her to fix up the ceilings a bit and enhance the structure on that specific corner there.” You point with your manicured finger. “I offered to redesign and oversee the construction more. Just to help her a bit.”
He hums, squeezing your waist before planting a kiss on top of your head. “Look at you go… My little architect” He mumbles softly.
There’s no doubt on his mind that he’s proud of you. He loves seeing you work and help your friends who are in need. And that smart little brain of your is one of the things that made him fall in love with you in the first time. Jess had introduced you to him one time when he was scouting for a new architect to remodel the Spider Society’s HQ.
He was definitely entranced by your beauty when he saw you walked into his office with Jess by your side. You looked so sophisticated and elegant with glasses and the dress you had on that time. Long hair fixed into a messy bun as you shot him a smile before saying your name.
From that moment on, he was hooked. And made it his mission to make you his.
“Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. O’Hara?” Both of your ears perk at the sound of someone calling your names. You see a man, who’s probably in his late 20s emerging from the back with a smile. No doubt about it that he is quite handsome.
“Hi there! How are you? My name is Cameron, i’m Darla’s assistant. And my my, Darla didn’t say anything about her client being beautiful.” He chuckles as he lets out the joke. “She said you are stopping by for the cakes?” He flashes his toothy smile at you, and only at you.
Miguel frowns, at that. That doesn’t seem professional now, does it?
You choose to ignore that comment before smiling. “Yes, we are actually! I mean, I’ve done it with Darla about two weeks ago but my fiancé haven’t. So I’m bringing him, so he can taste it for himself.” Your hand squeezing your lover’s arm that is still settled around your waist.
The man nods, smiling as his eyes aren’t leaving yours which makes Miguel even more uneasy. And the way he looks at you from head to toe makes his blood boil.
He knows how men think, and he thinks. No, he knows that this asshole is basically undressing you with his eyes.
But Miguel is not the type create a confrontation. At least not anymore now that he’s with you. So he might’ve to push those feelings aside because he knows how much this means to you.
“Well step right here, I’ve prepared it all just for you, Ms. Y/L/N” He winks, gesturing you to follow him to where the cakes have been displayed.
Is he fucking serious?! Miguel thinks.
“So 6 different flavors, yes? Chocolate Lava, Lemon Raspberry, Strawberry Champagne, Red Velvet, Hazelnut Praline, aaand Hawaiian. That one is vegan” He checks off the last one on the list. “Customer’s favorite always been the Praline or Lemon Raspberry. You look like you deserve the latter. The best reserved only for the prettiest”
Again, you ignore his comment. “Oh well i tasted the Strawberry Champagne and it was amazing. But I’m leaving it to my fiancé here, so he can choose” You look up to him and notice there’s a slight frown on his face. “Baby?”
Miguel regains his composure when you call him, snapping him out of the thoughts of him killing Cameron in his mind. “Oh. Yeah yeah. Sure. You know my taste buds don’t matter just as long my woman is happy”
He makes sure to emphasize the words ‘my woman’ just so the guy can get the picture but he doesn’t seem too bothered by it.
“Well, we’re in this together so your taste does matter, as well.” You’re completely oblivious with the soft glare that Miguel throws at Cameron’s direction. Hands softly picking the forks from the table to cut a piece,
“Here. Let’s try the Chocolate—“
“Why don’t you feed it to me, mi amor?” He asks, looking at you with a smile. “One fork for two.”
If he can’t be violent then he’s got to find a way to make sure that this Cameron fellow understands that you’re fucking off limits.
You raise an eyebrow at the suggestion. “Sure, papi” You mirror his expression before cutting the cake, lifting it to feed him,
He takes a bite. Eyes dead set on the man who stands awkwardly from across, gaze looking anywhere but him.
“Hm” He nods. “That one’s good. Dark chocolate is it?”
“Right?” You ask cheerily. “Darla is amazing, i swear i need them all 6.” As you turn to fees yourself with the chocolate cake.
He shrugs, wiping a bit of the frosting from the corner of his mouth. “You’re the bride baby, you can have all 6 for the wedding, i don’t mind. I got the money for it anyway.”
You smile at him, kissing his jaw. “I love you, but we can’t be too greedy now can we?” A giggle escape your lips.
Oh he knows. He just wanted to make sure that son of a bitch gets it through his thick fucking skull that you’re his.
The two of you continue to feed each other’s cakes— more like you feeding it to him to be honest— rating each and every single one. Making sure to put a mental note on whichever you prefer before coming back next week and pick one.
Miguel glances at Cameron every now and then and watches how he stays quiet for the rest of it, letting you and Miguel do your thing. Probably too scared after seeing the intimidating look on his face.
“Gotta say, Strawberry Champagne and Chocolate one are amazing.” Miguel points, rolling the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. “You sure have a great taste, cariño. Confío en ti con todo.”
“Gracias, mi corazón” you put down the fork back on the table, smiling up at Cameron. “That’d be all i guess, yeah? But i think we’ll be back next week to pick one for sure. Will Darla be here?”
“She hasn’t said anything about it but uh, i-i’ll make sure” He stutters a bit, smiling nervously and trying to avoid Miguel’s death stare.
“Okay then. Well, thank you, Cameron for assisting us today. We have to get going now, still have a lot to work on” You offer a polite smile to his direction. “Shall we get going?”
Miguel nods, eyes still fixated on Cameron. “Yeah sure. But uh.. Can you wait for me by the car? I just need a few words regarding with the cakes with Cameron”
He’s not letting this off easy.
You watch how his eyes trained to the young employee, scrunching your brows as Miguel turns to look at you with a soft gaze. “It’ll be just a minute, baby.” He presses a reassuring kiss on your temple,
“Okay” You nod, smiling softly. waving a hand at Cameron before walking towards the exit. Soon as you’re out of their sight, Miguel turns his gaze back on Cameron. The young man looks like he’s about to piss in his pants.
The two stands in silence for a while as Miguel looks at him up and down.
“You ever gotten your ass kicked, Cameron?”
The question throws him off guard. Eyes widening while his mouth hangs open.
“S-sir?”
“It’s a question. Yes or no.”
“Well uhm, n-no sir” Cameron shakes his head. “Wha-“
“You do know that me and my girl came as a couple, yes? Or are you fucking blind?” Miguel’s eyebrow raises at him, arms crossed over his chest.
“I see that, Mr. O’Hara. I-i didn’t— I’m sorr-“
“You flirt with every customers? With their soon to be bride? Or is it just my woman you’re after?” He clicks his tongue against his teeth.
“N-no, Mr. O’Hara.”
“No as in what?”
“J-just her, i-i mean your woman.” He nervously confesses,
Miguel lets out a dry chuckle. “Let’s get one fucking thing straight, kid.” He leans forward, balling his fists before resting them on the table
“If you ever flirt with her, look at her or hell, if you even think about her when we come back next week, i will make sure no one remember how you look. And trust me when i say that this is not a threat but it’s a promise. Understood?” His voice laced with venom as he points his finger at Cameron’s chest who gulps,
Nodding quickly, he answers. “Understood.”
“Very well” Miguel retreats, taking a bottle of water from the table. “Stay away from my wife”
With that he walks out of the boutique, breathing out a heavy sigh, unscrewing the bottle cap before taking a gulp.
“How’s the interrogation goes?” You speak up with a playful smirk. “Did you manage to make him piss?”
He looks at you as he walks towards the car, shrugging. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” He replies.
Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms. “I saw you, papi. You almost kill the kid.”
“Again, i don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smiles innocently, both arms snaking around your waist to pull you close. Seems like a good kid. So i didn’t say anything”
A laugh escapes from your lips, one that he loves most—besides your perfect moans— “I know you, O’Hara. Like i said, a bad liar.”
“Alright fine, you caught me” He holds his hands up in defense. “He’s lucky i didn’t punch him.”
“That would be a sight for sore eyes.” You tease. “You know there’s nothing to be afraid of, right? Ain’t any other man could possibly steal my heart like you did three years ago.”
“Yeah well maybe if you stopped looking so fucking beautiful with your big pretty eyes and soft pouty mouth, then maybe men wouldn’t try to chase you off and i wouldn’t have 50+ competitions” He complains. But in reality he doesn’t mind.
“Oh excuse me, Mr? You don’t think i got one too?” You ask him through your lashes since his physique is towering you. “I had to put your ex back in her place at the Gala we attended three months ago, you remember? Slimy bitch.”
He laughs hard at that, head shaking at the memory of you confronting Dana was truly one of the unforgettable moments he has of you. “So, what’s next on the agenda?”
You look back at your phone before replying, “Seating arrangements on 112th street. Now this, we can use that 20 minutes up for something else since they’re running late.”
Miguel’s eyes harden as your finger running up and down his chest. “You mean—“
“Offer still stands. Want me to ride you while we wait?” You chew on your lower lip, gazing up at him and giving him your best doe eyes.
“Baby, if i ever said no to that question… Please feel free to grab my gun under my desk and shoot me in the head” He states, making you laugh as you throw your head back.
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This feels like shit :/ I’m sorry but i need to clear out a few WIPs in my drafts
Though i still hope you all like it!
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mncxbe · 28 days
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𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: reference post; @soullessfyodor here's my take on Fyodor with a guardian angel♡// ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: delulu, Fyodor's a bit manipulative + has a God complex, dubious relationship between them, possibly inaccurate biblical lore
he knows you're there, knows you exist. growing up in a religious family, he's always been told that his guardian angel was watching over him, making sure he was safe from any danger. but trying to interact with you never actually occurred to him
you showed yourself to him for the first time when he was around ten. he'd caught a terrible flu and his already weak body could barely handle it. so you did your job, you healed him and ever since you visited him more and more often
it was against the rules but what could you do? he was a quiet kid, a bit too intelligent for his own good and you just had a feeling that there was something wrong with him
your suspicions were confirmed once he started joining different criminal organizations. you tried to keep him on a straight path but there wasn't much you could do to change his resolve
"Don't worry, my dear angel, I am quite certain that the purity of my soul is untainted." he smiled as he packed his few belongings in a suitcase.
"I'm begging you, Fyodor. Don't go to Japan it's a bad idea–" you protested but he wouldn't have it.
"I'm not keen on using this argument but I am an adult now, angel. I can make my own decisions"
"You're still acting like a kid" you huffed, fluffing your wings, causing a few feathers to fall on the bed covers. Fyodor chuckled, gently seizing your chin "And you're still acting like my mother. There's no need for you to be so concerned for me"
ever since Fyodor moved to Japan to pursue his plans the relationship between you changed. Fyodor became more secretive, but you still didn't give up on your routine– every night, Fyodor played the cello for you or read you a few pages of his book. those were his little ways of showing you his gratitude for always being there for him
after a few months you could sense a deeper change. he barely talked to you about his plans and every time you tried to voice your concerns he deflected
"My, my, angel. I told you before there's no reason to worry about me." smiled the man, motioning you to join him in bed.
"I'm serious, Fyodor. I can't keep covering up for you. You're killing people don't you realize your actions have consequences for me? And for you too" Fyodor simply laughed, pulling you next to him as he traced the outline of your wings with his fingertips "Am I upsetting the higher ups?" You nodded and his grin widened. Cupping your face with his free hand, Fyodor brought you closer to him.
"Why should I care about that, my dear? After all, I am a God myself, aren't I?" Before you could reply Fyodor placed a kiss to the corner of your lips"You know I'm right."
"You shouldn't say such things"
"You've let so many things slide, angel, I'm sure you can excuse some mild blasphemy"
and you did let it slide, and other things too. there were many things he should've been sanctioned for but you swept them under the rug– no matter what atrocious things he did you still believed he was the sweet Fyodor you once knew
it didn't take long until you lost your place among the angels and were sent to hell. call it divine judgement, or karma, but covering Fyodor's endeavours for so long did have a consequence
as a fallen angel you could still come to earth whenever you pleased but for a while you avoided Fyodor. you were mad he was cruel enough to let this happen. all of this could've been avoided if he would've just listened to you
still, it didn't take long for you to return to him. after spending so much time together you couldn't just ignore him. especially not when you could hear him calling out your name through the endless night in hell
"So, my angel, are you getting accustomed to your new home?" he taunted, his lithe fingers dancing along the cello's cords, his music echoing through the dim-lit room.
"Don't you dare joke about that" you hissed "How did you find out in the first place?"
"I figured, since you stopped visiting for a while..." Taking note of your silence Fyodor sighed, putting down his instrument "I do appreciate your sacrifice, angel. Your devotion is truly remarkable"
You scoffed again at his words, feeling your blood boil "You should be ashamed of yourself. You condemned me to a life in hell."
"You could always come and live with me. You're more than welcome in my humble home" he said in a honeyed vocie as he got up from his chair and moved towards you. He kneeled in front of the futon you were laying on and held your hand. "My dear angel, forgive me. If what I doing wasn't this important I would've given up on my goals. But it can't be helped"
You sighed, running your thumb along his knuckles "Such important plans yet you cannot tell me anything about them."
"Of course not" he smiled "Not now at least, but one day will come when I'll tell you everything. Until then, you'll have to trust me."
You remained silent for a while, a heavy tension settling between the two of you before he spoke again. "You lost your God and your status, but I assume you still have your powers."
"You're correct"
"Then stay by my side, look over me like you always have" The man rose to his feet and leaned closer to you, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear "I can give you a purpose. That's what you need, right?"
"So you're asking me to taint my soul even more? To give up on my principles, on everything."
"You were already deemed a sinner, my angel. You've fallen. I'm offering you a way to rise back up– a new god, a new purpose." Striaghtening his back, he bowed, holding a hand in front of you. "So what do you say?"
You weren't stupid– it was obvious what Fyodor was after. He just needed your powers to keep him alive. You were just another tool, another pawn. But it was the best deal you could've asked for, so you hesitantly accepted his hand. Fyodor smiled, helping you up from the couch before he placed a tender kiss to the back of your hand.
"You and I, my dear, are going to accomplish great things together"
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myntrose · 1 year
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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊redemption𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
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ft: Zhongli x gender neutral! Reader
cn: hurt no comfort :D, sagau/imposter au! , golden blood au! , mentions of blood and attack, attempted execution, use of Zhongli's archon name, slighty cultish theme, grammar
a/n: y'all the absolute CHOKEHOLD that sagau! has on me is insane (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) i wrote this with spite due to zhongli never coming home to me. y'all i've lost 50/50 to his all banners t-t
word count: 731
song on replay: Shinunoga E-Wa by Fujii Kaze
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"...goodbye~ Oh don't you ever say bye bye, yeah"
He knows he doesn't have the right to be jealous. He knows that the the heaviness is heart is something he deserves, a sliver of punishment he must feel for causing you all the pain and suffering you endured.
To this day, months after the incident, he can still feel the blood, your golden blood, on his hands. It's ironic, really. Zhongli, or Morax, the God of Contracts, the God of War. Everything he did was in your name. As the oldest amongst gods and mortals, he always prided himself as your most loyal follower. He strived to protect your name against blasphemy.
In his nightmares he can still hear your voice. The tremble of your pleads. The shaking "please, spare me" and "mercy".
more utc!
This is just a dream, you told yourself. You were sending your day like you do most others. Following the same routine, passing by the same buildings and houses like every other day. Nothing seemed off, until you awoke from your sleep to realize that you were no longer in your world.
Maybe you would have felt excited. In Teyvat, you could have had a chance to meet all your favorites, all your comfort characters. After all, everyone treated the Traveler, an outsider from another world, well. What difference would it be as another outsider as yourself?
Your breath grew heavy, and your feet started to drag along the earth below you. How did you even get to this position? All you wanted was to find a friendly face, perhaps Amber or another one to the Knights of Favonius.
Running from Mondstadt to Liyue was no easy journey. While it was the people who were after your head, you could only thank whatever force allowed for the other creatures to stay away from your path. The hilicurls never seemed to notice you; the slimes would sometimes lead you towards places to hide.
You hoped the people of Liyue would give you a different welcome than those of Mondstadt. In a way, they did. In Monstadt, they gave you a chance to escape. Here, they didn't.
The ever so busy streets of Liyue were crowded once again, but now for a different reason. Zhongli happened to be amongst the crowed, when the Tianquan herself announced the situation before them.
"We have the traitor here, the one who dares impersonate the Divine Creator"
With that alone, Zhongli came out of hiding and announced himself once again as the Archon of Geo. How else was he, the creators most devoted acolyte, suppose to bring this traitor to justice?
His spear, the Vortex Vanquisher, the weapon you spent months saving up for, was pointed directly at your head. You've survived this long, all to die at the hands of the character you've cared for the most. Morax granted you the luxury of saying your final words. He expected you to cry out for mercy, but was met with something that left him frozen.
At this point there were no more tears for you left to cry. Tired and exhausted, you look up at him. Moving carefully, you lift your hands towards the weapon inches to your face. Even with such a weak grip, the spear cuts into your hand.
"I would rather die at your hands than that of a stranger"
Morax backs away from you, his polearm falling to his side. It was easy to mistake the gold color on the tip of his spear to be the shine of the sun illuminating the ore that made it. But Morax knew what the golden glint was.
Time may heal all wounds, but it doesn't erase the scars left behind. Zhongli has tried his best to redeem himself. He knows he is the least deserving to be at your every call. Even so, he feels that he's more fit to serve you than those fools from Sumeru.
He can't help but feel his heart drop whenever you dismiss him, when you tell him his services aren't needed. But what hurts him more is the visible fear in your eyes whenever he gets a bit to close.
No, he refuses to be the reason why you don't feel safe. He refuses to be the one you fear. He'll redeem himself, he swears. In one way or another, he'll show you that he deserves to be at your side.
zhongli bby pls come home
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tetsutits · 2 years
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𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 — hanma shuji x f!reader
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SYN: you challenge hanma to a round of poker, and the both of you place your bets. if you win—you get his Bentley and $250k. If he wins, he gets to fuck you in one of the private rooms in the back. surely you'll win, right?
CW: toman and bonten make an appearance. gambling. swearing. reader wears a dress. smut. unprotected sex. creampie. groping. pet names (baby, princess, doll, pretty girl). let me know if i missed anything! wc: 3.4k
AN: LISTEN UP! i have absolutely no idea how gambling or casinos work but i did my research and tried my best! this might be inaccurate so i'm apologizing from now hehe. either way, enjoy! (ignore the fact that i changed my fic format again oops)
ty for @megumi-divine and @utahimeow for beta <3 | @tokyometronetwork
MINORS DNI. barely proofread. tr masterlist
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"if i win this round," your eyes never leave his as you make your way to the opposite side of the table, "then of course, I get my share. along with your Bentley—and everything that's inside of it."
you see hanmas face turn stern, lip slightly curving down until it's right back up. he's smirking at you, and you already know that he's not backing down from a challenge.
it's a good thing you don't back down, either.
"alright, and if I win," his golden eyes stare into yours, as if they're looking right into your soul, "then I get to fuck you in one of the private rooms in the back."
a course of whistles and gasps fill the room, and you see rindou give hanma the deadliest stare possible. a rush of adrenaline fills your body and you feel your knees weaken.
you half expected him to ask for something materialistic—something that has to do with money or expensive items. but to your shock (well, not so much, actually), he'd rather get his dick wet over anything he could possibly have.
you smile at him, and he follows the movement of your perfectly glossed lips as you point to the table and say, "that's a deal then. shall we?"
you ignore the looks and shocked faces of the executives, and let it pass as just a playful round of poker. surely, you'll win. . . right?
and so it begins, you and hanma decide it'll only be one round. no repeats, no second chances, whoever wins gets what they've already decided on prior to the round.
being in these types of places isn't something new to you—casinos, high-end bars and clubs—they're places you frequent with bonten. but there are times where you don't like to involve yourself with their business.
toman and bonten, they regularly meet for business and events. but the two gangs have been rivaling each other for the longest time. they haven't been at each other's throats, they never purposely go out of their way to hurt the other gang—but at the same time, they aren't exactly friends .
you sit right in the middle, between the two. yes, you technically 'belong' to bonten, but you find a certain member of toman interesting. so you never miss out on the opportunity to come along when bonten is meeting with toman.
all because you want to see hanma.
(he wants to see you, too.)
you've been taught how to play poker, but you've never taken it as seriously as they have.
as the round goes on, rindou's eyes never leave yours, he watches like a hawk the entire time, and if you weren't so focused on winning, then you would have told him off.
on the other hand, the way hanma looks so confident and unbothered makes your blood boil. it's not that he's playing carelessly—he isn't. he plays with full concentration but at the same time doesn't look like he's putting much effort at all.
the sight of him, so well put together in his suit, hair perfectly styled, and his demeanor so calm and collected—it makes your thighs squeeze together and you feel warm heat pool inside you.
"what's goin thru that pretty little head of yours, hm?"
your eye snap up to meet his hazy, golden ones. the dim lighting of the casino makes it look like his orbs are glowing, the earring he wears glistens and swings as he moves.
"nothing," you smirk at him from across the table, "i'm just thinking of that Bentley of yours and the $250k that sits in the trunk of it."
you've never seen a man's smile drop so fast in your life. it made the smirk on your lips linger, proud of the subtle reaction he was giving you.
the hand that sits on the table tightens into a fist, and you think you see his veins through this skin.
"oh, yeah? and how would you know that i've got that much money in the back of my car?" he asks, tone neutral but his lips slightly turn up at the corners of his mouth.
you stare at your chips that are stacked on the table, each one varying with value. if you go all in—you could possibly risk losing the entire round and let hanma have his way. but even if you do play safe—you never know what kind of tricks he has up his sleeve.
and one thing that you do know, is that hanma will do anything to get what he wants.
"i guess you can say that i have my sources." you wink back at him.
as the game goes on, you notice his eyes lingering on you—tracing your body in the silky, black dress that you wear. he feels his pants become unbearably uncomfortable at the sight of you, the way your tits sit nice and pretty, the way your neck is a blank canvas all ready for him to mark up with dark bruises and love bites.
and it would all be simply his if he won this round.
mikey and some of the bonten executives are off somewhere finalizing deals and speaking to other gangs here—but rindou has not once left your side. he goes as far as placing a hand on your shoulder while you play.
"you really don't need to babysit me, y'know," you turn to him, speaking quietly enough that it's only you two that can hear, "i'll be fine alone."
rindou's brows furrow but he doesn't say anything, he's always been a little protective of you so this behavior isn't something foreign. instead, he pulls away but speaks right into your ear.
"it's not that i don't trust you," he says as his eyes flick over to hanma's, "i don't trust him."
if hanma can hear, he's definitely ignoring him.
"you can go, and i'll find you once we're done." he finally lets out, giving you a curt nod.
it's obvious he doesn't want to leave, but at the same time he wants to respect your wishes. reluctantly, rindou spares one more glare hanma's way and then slowly takes his leave.
the game goes on, and you feel your palms become even more sweatier by the second. the air feels thick, and anxiety swims through your blood.
opposite of you, hanma pulls out a cigar, lighting it, taking a long drag as he watches you.
the glowing lights create an atmosphere around the two of you that makes it seem like nobody else exists here. the world stills. it's just you, hanma, and this little game of poker.
you must be too absorbed in the game because he laughs, and you think it's the first time that you see his pearly white teeth as he throws his head back slightly, "c'mon, pretty girl, don't be so tense. this is all fun and games, right?"
you pout, mostly because you're frustrated with the way the round is going. you'd been so
sure that you made the right moves in order to be on the winning path—but then again, anyone that plays with hanma shuji should know that their fate is set in stone the second the round begins.
at some point in the round you find yourself at a disadvantage.
hanma is making moves that you'd think would be better for you — but instead it's giving him the upper hand.
your leg bounces under the table, but your face remains stoic in an effect to conceal his true effect on you.
hanma makes move after move, each one calculated precisely. he makes sure that whatever he does—it'll be in his advantage in the end.
as much as you try to counter him, you conclude that your best efforts don't compare to his natural skills. he knows too much—too many tricks, too many ways to get himself out of a situation.
you're like a puppet on a string that he controls. even if he's playing against you, it seems as if he has been pulling certain strings this whole time, jeopardizing every single one of your movements.
before you know it, the round is over. it's inevitable—you think. but now you're doubting yourself and your confidence as you register the results of the round. you stare at the chips, the cash and the drinks sprawled out on the table—and you try to recall where you went wrong but nothing comes to mind.
you sit there, shocked and unable to say anything. you've lost—but a part of you doesn't seem to be upset about that fact. yes, you could have come home with a shit ton of money and a brand new car—but you find yourself already slowly accepting your defeat.
you know you could get anything you want, anyway. but you play for the fun, you play for the thrill of it you play for the rush of adrenaline you get every time you place a chip down.
you're snapped out of your daydream when you hear hanma whistle, loud and long. he has a grin on his face that makes you scowl in return. the taste of losing is bitter in your mouth.
"i think we already knew this was going to happen, princess." he says, tone low and deep.
you sit back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest, he follows the movement with his eyes, shamelessly eyeing your chest, "you must've cheated somewhere, y-you cant just win that easily. i've nev—"
"i've won fair and square." he cuts you off. "no need to make excuses. and for the record, no, actually, i didn't cheat."
you pinch the bridge of your nose. your palms are clenched in a tight fist under the table. hanma brings out an anger inside you that you've never even known you harbored.
he leans forward, large body towering over the table. he's close enough that if he whispers you'd be able to hear him, "i think you owe me, pretty girl."
you bite the inside of your mouth to keep yourself from saying anything, and you think you taste blood. he's not wrong, you do technically owe him something. but at the same time, you're not mad at how this round has ended.
hanma gets up from where he was sitting, dusting off his pants, and making his way over to you.
he stands looming over you, looking down as he reaches his hand out, "shall we?" he says mockingly, repeating the same words you told him earlier.
you look up at him through your lashes, and he swears he feels his dick get even harder from the sight.
"don't keep me waiting, doll," he says, a slight smile to his lips.
you give in to him, you just got a free chance to fuck Japans 2nd most dangerous criminal. the same one you've been pining after for the longest time.
you take his hand and he leads you away from the table and crowd. you catch rindou's shocked eyes as you're walking hand in hand with hanma.
“w-where are we going?” you ask in a hurry, ignoring the stares that you're getting from the onlookers.
hanma doesn't look back at you, but he keeps the grip on your hand firm, “i'm not actually taking you to the private rooms. that's where all the ugly business goes down.”
he leads you through the tables and the crowd, taking you all the way to the bathrooms that are located at the corner of the casino.
“you're fucking me in the bathroom? are you serious?”
he pauses, looks back at you but doesn't let go of your hand, “well would you rather me fuck you in front of all the other executives? have them watch as you take my cock right in front of them?”
you're shocked into silence. mouth opening and closing, but no words come out. “I—no. no i wouldn't.” you look away from his unwavering gaze, and suddenly you feel so small compared to him. “could you just hurry up?"
he chuckles, deep and gravely, “impatient, are we?”
you scowl at him, and it just makes his grin even wider.
you enter the empty bathroom, and the second the door closes he turns to you and asks, “there's still time to back out if you don't want this. it was just a silly bet and i'm not pressuring you to do this.”
you feel his hot breath as he traps you between him and the door, he's looking down at you, but you don't think you could handle meeting his eyes.
in a small voice, you tell him, “I'm sure. i-i want this.”
he brings one hand to your face, his other is placed sturdily against the door. his thumb traces over your lips and he pulls the bottom one out, keeping you from biting and playing with it.
“may i?” he almost whispers. you can't bring yourself to say anything, so you give him the green light by nodding in return.
his lips are soft when they meet yours. they move perfectly as if they were always meant to be slotted against them. he sucks and bites your lower lip and your bring your hands to grip the front of his suit—pulling him even closer to you.
his body presses on to yours, and you think you feel him everywhere. he overwhelms your senses—towering over you with his height and his broad shoulders.
his tongue slips into your mouth with no warning, exploring and swiping over yours. his hands are wandering all over you, groping and touching—and you already feel your panties starting to dampen. you can feel him everywhere around you, like he's the only thing that exists in this moment.
“fuck, you don't know how long i've wanted to do this,” he says, squeezing your ass through your dress.
“hanma,” you whisper, you don't know why you're saying his name, but he sure loves it.
you tug at the hair at the base of his nape, and it brings out a deep groan from his throat.
“fuckin’ gorgeous, you know that?”
you sigh in satisfaction when he starts kissing down the column of your neck, marking and leaving dark bruises all around the sensitive skin.
“shuji, please,” you whine, its uncomfortable how your panties are soaked at this point. your thighs rub together to ease the ache that's built in your core.
he buries is face even deeper into your neck once he hears his first name, the hold he has on the back of your thighs almost hurts from how hard he's gripping you.
“tell me what you need, use your words like a big girl.”
you feel hot heat rush up to your face, and you shy away from his gaze, “please just fuck me . .” you say quietly.
“Mm, can't hear you. you're gonna have to speak up, doll.”
he's teasing. you know he's teasing you. and you squirm in his hold, "s-shut up! can you just fuck me already?" you huff out.
his smirk deepens, like it seems that he's got you exactly where he wants you, "only 'cause you asked so nicely, princess,"
his large palms make their way to the bottom of your dress, and he looks up at you wordlessly asking for permission.
he yanks the fabric up over your waist once you nod, and sighs deeply at the sight of your bare legs. he massages your thighs and hands smooth over the skin, “you've been hiding this from me this entire time?”
you swallow the lump in your throat, “you never really payed attention to me whenever i came along to meetings a-and stuff.”
his eyes widen like he's shocked, and pulls away to look at your face, “you fuckin’ serious?”
you pause, and you meet his eyes in shock, “no, i don't know. . . i almost gave up on trying to reach you,”
“c’mere,” he says, leading you to the mirror, bending you slightly over the counter as he stands behind you.
“i would see you all the time, sitting all pretty in those little dresses of yours,” he looks at you through the mirror, moving your hair to the side, “and it would take everything inside me to keep it together.”
he kisses the back of your neck, and his arms move forward to grope your tits through the fabric, “i think i could die a happy man right now.”
you smile shyly at his words, and push your hips backwards so your ass meets the front of his slacks. you rub yourself against him, feeling his hard cock stiffen at the touch.
“shuji, what're you waiting for?”
he drops his head on your shoulder, and you hear the zipper of his slacks. soon enough, his cock is freed from the confines of his pants.
one of his hands come up to rub you through your panties, "already this wet for me?" he runs two long fingers through your wet folds, collecting the slick that continues to drip out of you.
“ah—fuck! feels so good,”
he smirks at you through the mirror, and you shudder when they run over your swollen bud. the bundle of nerves aching in need for stimulation makes you jump when he massages a certain spot.
“fuck, baby, i cant wait any longer,” he groans, holding your hips in place, “need to be inside you, now,”
you do him a favor and reach behind you where his leaking cock is, you wrap your hand around it, slowly stroking him as you angle your hips.
“c-could you—”
the air is suddenly knocked out of your lungs when he pushes inside you with no warning, you gasp as you feel the burning stretch of your walls.
“shit—slow down!”
he buries his face in your neck and starts a grueling pace, wasting no time at all. the force of his hips has you weak in the knees and if he weren't holding you so tight, you think you'd be a puddle on the floor.
“so fuckin’ perfect for me,” he bites your bare shoulder, muffling his groans.
"a-ah, shuji!"
"fuck—ive waited so long for this," he huffs out, hips snapping right back into you at an unforgiving pace, "to fuck you until you were cryin' on my cock" he laughs in your neck, the hot air tickling the hairs on your nape.
he hits a spot that has you seeing stars, your breath caught in your throat, and you try so, so hard to keep quiet, but with the way he's fucking you right now—you bet everyone loitering around near the bathrooms could hear everything.
“fuck—!” you cry out, the tears building in the corners of your eyes.
"look at you," he pants, the sheer layer of sweat glistening on his forehead, "takin' me so well, see?" he thrusts even harder, and it takes everything in you not to scream out loud in pleasure. it's just so much—but it's so fucking good.
your nails dig into his forearm where you're grabbing on, "there's no need—ah, fuck, no need to deny you want my cock, baby"
you feel the pressure tighten in your belly, and it only takes a few more thrusts before you're crying out, cumming on his cock.
“so fuckin’ warm,” he grunts, “gonna fill this pretty pussy up,”
his movements don't stop even when he spills deep inside you with a long groan, filling you all the way to the brim with his warm release.
your body falls limp over the bathroom counter, tired and all fucked-out. you feel like your world is spinning as both of you take this time to catch your breaths, basking in the afterglow.
he chuckles, breathless with a wide grin on his face, “maybe we should play more poker, huh?”
you lift your head to look at him through the mirror, “so there's a next time?” you ask playfully.
he pulls your panties up for you, smoothing out the wrinkles in your dress, “don't act like you didn't enjoy this.”
“i don't mind a next time,” you say quietly, standing up and turning around, “i was kinda hoping this wouldn't be a one-time thing.”
he smiles softly at you and cups your cheek with one large palm, “anything you want, baby.”
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blingblong55 · 7 months
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Peace- Simon 'Ghost' Riley
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A/N: Not much dialogue but I hope you enjoy it:)
GN!Reader, fluff
Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?
Simon knew best, that a man like him doesn't deserve a life with you. Your life is so calm and steady and if he were to walk into it, nothing would be blissful. The dark empty hallway that adorned his soul was met with you, a warm candlelight, calling his name. Come home it said to him and that is what he did. Danger was his closest friend and it even slept on the same pillow as he did, he could never offer you more than danger, for that he did not afford. It all started with a lilac flower that you handed to him on one of his usual gloomy days. 
What scared him the most was not death for he had faced it multiple times rather his fear was you, the calm waves after the storm. Skies are clear, brave words said, a bouquet in his calloused hands, shaky words, night terrors and you, that is what he now has. Many times he found himself roaming town alone, wondering if it would be enough if he could never give you peace or all the love this world had to offer. No sanity on his part but maybe here and there he could be sane for you. Tears, whispers, the little kisses you give him, warm hugs and the sacrifices you'd make for him. Peace, a word for those who aren't him. 
Many times, during storms or the nights his PTSD got the best of him, That's when he understood you didn't want peace, you wanted the storm, hail, thunder, snow and heavy waves that came with him. Because life is boring without danger, risk and adrenaline. Life is more than peace and warm hugs, for him life is you, all of you. The doubts and the laughs, silly arguments and the talks after said arguments. Honour to be the man you marry, honour to be the one who runs into a gunfight with a knife and comes out victorious, to be a soldier and your lover, that is his life. 
Peace, after the argument, the silence when you finally understand the other, the family he made with your family, it's enough. 
"R/N," he tries to stop you.
"It's rainy today, let's go out!" 
Silly dances, the fall to the muddy ground, the kiss on the bruise he gave you. That is peace even if thunder falls. It's enough. You handed him sunshine and in return held storms in your soft and delicate hands. You built a fire to keep his soaked clothes warm, kissed his scars, all of them and with each one whispered how much you love him. The shaky cry he gave you after, like a mother to his child, is the hug you gifted him. "I miss them, I miss them so much, R/N." 
"I know, Simon." A kiss on the top of his head, "Please don't leave me." he requested to which you held him closer. "I could never leave you, my dear," you respond. If he falls, you fall too. Never one without the other, that is the silent promise you gave the other months and years ago. There will always be unspoken words said in the relationship but it's the presence, the actions that say the words neither of you dare to say.
He will never be one to believe in god or any mystical beliefs, but you to him are the greatest divine, the one to bless his brittle heart. 
"And now, I pronounce you, spouses for life." His friend from the military, John Price said. He looked into your eyes, his once sad eyes filled with the life you gave, teary but with life, one thing he can brag to his best mate, the Scottish man who was too persistent, the reason you and him now walk down the aisle together. 
He was the hunter for so long in his life, running toward the goal, of living life and dying. Now the only goal he has is to grow old with the one who doesn't see right through him. Anyone will walk away but you stayed and kissed all the scars, and bruises and listened through his mistakes. The unspoken words that turned into three hand squeezes, an 'I love you.' a little thing you two made when in public. The once weak love he could offer is now the strongest love the world will ever have. As long as you are next to him, rain or shine, he is a lover, protector, soldier and most importantly, the vulnerable being that you hold close to your chest every night. A world of beauty, one he never had the privilege to afford now in the palm of his hands. It truly is a wonderful life for Simon Riley. 
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werelosingdaylight · 1 year
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Pretty Boy
Shuntaro Chishiya x Fem!Reader
REQUESTED? Yes • [No]
WORD COUNT: 1028
SUMMARY| He had always been a pretty boy. Your pretty boy.
WARNING: Chishiya in a collar, Sub!OOC!Chishiya, Mistress!Reader, Brief choking, CHISHIYA BEING ON HIS KNEES THE WHOLE TIME
TAG LIST: @oficiallymoony @conny1111
Adm Note: Realistically, I know Chishiya isn’t a bottom, but in this he IS a bottom because I’m the writer and I say so. Smut is below the cut!
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Chishiya looked divine in this position, on his knees in front of you like he was praying in the temple to a goddess, you had one leg resting over his shoulder from your spot in the chair. he was pressing kisses from your ankle up to your inner thighs with such sinful whispers of 'Please, Mistress' falling from his lips in a way that almost made you feel sorry for him; Almost.
You leaned forward, ultimately bringing your undeniably pulsing core closer to his greed filled eyes, your hand grabbed his throat that was decorated with a black collar, the words 'pretty boy' had been put onto the leather material. "Please what, Darling? I'm going to need you to use your words." You all but purred, loving how easily he melted into your hands grasp.
"Please, Mistress. Let me eat you." The way Chishiya begged, seemingly so out of character for the calm and collected mask he puts on daily, had your stomach curling with stings of arousal; how could it not when he spoke like a man starved, who was just given a feast of food and taken over by his hunger?
Giving a small hum you released your grip on his throat not missing how he tried to follow after your hand. Your hand trailing up with light traces of his skin, until you cup his jaw in your hand, loving the unnatural warmth that radiated onto your palm from his rising body temperature. "Do you deserve it, Baby?" You inquired, you were taunting him; making him more desperate, the thought of seeing how long he could go before he broke.
Either into tears because of how desperate he was, or into something more animalistic; both endings made your cunt pulse with new waves of arousal. "I've been a good boy, I promise." His eyes sparkled with reflection of the light on his tears. Desperate tears it was, and you swore you had never seen a more beautiful sight. No painting or view could compare to the beauty of him begging to please you, to fulfill your every desire until only his name remains in your mind.
"Well, good boys get rewarded, now don't they?" Smiling at his eager nod, you pressed a kiss to his lips; he could faintly taste the watermelon lip gloss that you wore earlier that day. The kiss ended far to briefly for his liking, it was like a bullet slicing towards you, you don't even realize it happened until the sound rings out and the pain sets in, but he wasn't going to complain or else he wouldn't get his reward.
You leaned backwards into your chair, pulling the lower part of your satin green dress up to reveal your throbbing clit. You swore you could hear him whimper at the sight that he longed to have the taste of on his tongue, but how could Chishiya hold back the sounds when he had such a sinful sight before his eyes? The scene reminded him of a queen and her most loyal subject, and a loyal subject he was, ready to drop everything to please you.
You motioned for him to come closer; to claim his prize, an action that had him excitedly shifting forward, you felt yourself clench from the pleasure that surged throughout your body as his tongue licked a long stripe up your slit. He wanted to melt from the arousal that met his taste buds; It was heavenly.
After the first taste he didn't hold back, his tongue circling your clit in a way that head your head falling back onto the chair, like he was a man on death row and you were his final meal, savoring every taste that danced in his mouth. He was a mere man, who was blessed by the gods enough to have his head between your thighs, and he would pray to them every night with words of thankfulness.
Your hand came to grasp his silver strands of hair, a moan bubbling in the back of your throat as a whimper escaped him and sent vibrations through your body "You're so good for me, baby." You loved how he groaned from your praising words, you had him grasping at your thighs and pulling your lower half closer to his face.
Your back arched as your mind clouded over with a ecstasy filled haze, roughly tugging his hair as if you were trying to pull him closer and push him away at the same time. Chishiya knows your body like the palm of his hand, like he had engraved every reaction into his memory. He knows where to touch you to make you tremble, with his tongue, hands, cock, it didn't matter.
The way he started spelling out your name with his tongue is what sent you over the edge of the mountain your pleasurable fantasy filled mind had built; your coil wound up so tight it snapped and threw you over the edge of the cliff. You relished in the way he adored you, worshiped your body with mumbles of his love for you in a way that had your toes curling and your free hand grasping at the arm of the chair.
He lapped up the arousal that pooled at your lips and slipped out of your body, causing your body to jolt from the suddenly feeling of sensitivity that shot through you. Chishiya pulled away, albeit reluctantly, and smirked to himself at your blissed out expression; he loved that he could make you fall apart, no matter how high your walls got he would bust through them and have you craving him again.
You opened your eyes, he didn't miss the demons in your eyes that dared to play with matches of lust; moving to sit up properly you patted your lap, mentally smiling as you noticed he watched you move. He was entranced by the way you had him moving on auto pilot, under your control like a puppet on a string; but he would fall to his knees for his puppet master anyday. Strings attached or not.
"Come here, pretty boy. We're only just beginning."
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Can you expand more on Ratio's philosophical influences? You seem super knowledgeable!
I've been sitting on this for some time because I didn't know what prompted this message and thus I didn't know what to answer and how. I guess it may be the comment I wrote about him having a socratic but also a sophist air?
There are a lot of details in Ratio's overall design that point towards philosophical references. I want to draw attention to the fact that since this is a vague message on anon I don't really know what to focus on or what could I skip because it's information already known, so what I'm going to say is a very brief summary of many ideas, which of course makes such ideas but the shadow of an echo of themselves, so faint they almost become untrue. I fervently advise to look more deeply into any of this if something catches anyone's interest. And I also want to point out that the problem of knowing a little bit of something, even its existence, is that seeing turns to seeking, and an excess of seeing is also a blindness; what I mean by this is that I'm not sure how much of what I am going to say was intentional by the developers/writers and how much is just me suffering the blindness of seeing too much haha
However, I also want to clarify that I do think many of the things I’m going to say are present even if perhaps not intended by the writers/designers. This is due to the fact that Ratio’s main influence is platonism, and platonism is everywhere in western philosophy and in general western culture; once you see it you cannot unsee it. So perhaps I am reading too much or making correlations between things in his design that were not meant to be linked, giving a depth to the character that is probably incidental, but that I would say nonetheless exists because it pertains to a certain philosophical tradition in which the elements stem from each other. I hope this will become clearer in its development if it isn’t right now. 
Ratio has an Apollonian air. At first that and his mask made me wonder if he was going to be linked to the Mourning Actors, who alongside the Masked Fools for now remind me a lot of the Nietzschean Apollonian and Dyonisian dichotomy. This was conjecture on my side so I won't go on about this on this ask.
Ratio retains however the Apollo air. When I saw his splash art he reminded me instantly of the Belvedere Apollo, down to the strap under his chest like the sculpture has the quiver's strap. His sixth eidolon too recalls that sculpture, since it seems to be a mix of the pose in Michelangelo's David with the cloth in the Belvedere Apollo. Among other things, Apollo is a god linked to truth, medicine, archery and divination. The owl seems to be a reference to Athena, though. 
Ratio also has the laurel or bay branch on his head, which is one of Apollo's traits. Laurel on someone's head became linked to victory as well as academic and artistic merit (I know in Italy people still use it when graduating, for instance; I mean, that's where the word comes from). The fact that he has half of it is most likely due to an aesthetic choice, especially given how the character designs are pointedly asymmetric in this game; however, I think it works well with how, no matter how much he achieves and how hard he tries, Ratio is never gazed upon by Nous nor accepted by the Genius Society with the frustration, bitterness and questioning that brings both himself and others.
This last point, being ignored by something akin to a divinity, works also with his Apollonian air, I'd say. Given his Apollo look, his snake-like pupils made me think instantly of Delphi. Delphi was where a temple to Apollo was (linked to a mythological snake, and snakes thus became associated with Apollo in imagery), and it was famous for its prophecies. Socrates (the master of Plato and main figure in his dialogues) is said to have started the habit of questioning he is mostly famous for because a friend of his went to the temple in Delphi and was told by the Oracle that the wisest man in Athens was Socrates. Socrates was perplexed by this because he knew nothing, and started posing questions to supposedly erudite people about the matters about which they were experts, only to come out of that feeling unsatisfied with the answers. Thus, Socrates thought the Oracle may be right after all, but he was only the wisest man because he at least knew that he knew nothing. 
This works very well with Ratio because Socrates starts the journey by being distinguished among his peers, gazed upon, by a god (Apollo was supposed to possess the Pythia, or at the very least the prophetic power came from him), while Ratio never gets that recognition, and seems resigned to that already ("If this day I have not gained the recognition of Nous, it stands to reason that I never will at any point in the future" and "One day, I received a letter from the Interastral Peace Corporation (...). I could tell the solemnity of the invitation, so I excitedly passed it on to Mr. Ratio. Yet, he said nothing. I could sense his heavy silence even through the headgear. He then politely asked me to leave. The moment I closed the door, I heard a grim sigh followed by a self-deprecating laughter... Perhaps he realized he would never be accepted into the Genius Society..."). The mix of arrogance and humbleness, although enhanced in Ratio in a comical degree, is already somewhat present I would argue in the way Socrates talks in Plato's dialogues. Arrogance was also a trait Heraclitus, the author of the line cited in the name of his banner (“Panta rhei”), was famous to have.
So Ratio takes the position at the IPC. The Intelligentsia Guild is "often seen as a vendor of knowledge", and is looked down upon by the Genius Society. This is where I think the philosopher/sophist dichotomy comes in. Sophists were teachers, and were paid. They also were known to use rhetoric to convince (I would say there's a reference to this in one of Ratio's daily messages). In the political landscape of Athens, they were very useful for young men interested in politics. Some sophists became quite rich and famous. Usually philosophers, who didn't receive any money and did everything for the "love of knowledge" itself, looked down on them. At least in the texts of Plato that's often the case, although some sophists are portrayed under a better light even there; btw many of the things I've been saying come from Plato, but since this is an intricate subject on its own that isn’t directly pertinent to the ask I won't dwell on it right now.
Education in ancient Greece consisted of both intellectual and physical training. Intellectual education included music, poetry, mathematics, astronomy,... Physical fitness was held as something very important in a young man's curriculum as well. I think this is where the fanservicey choice of making Ratio so fit and pretty comes from. And I say “pretty” because beauty too is an important concept for Plato, and ancient Greece in general. It is also part of what linked the need of a young man to develop himself both intellectually and physically. Beauty is linked to harmony and order, both on an individual basis and cosmologically, often in some philosophical trends to a mathematical level; pythagoreanism has a lot of this.
Indeed I think pythagoreanism has to do somewhat with Ratio's design, considering his link to mathematics and geometry, and given his name ("Ratio" made me think of the golden ratio and in general pythagorean ratios even before it made me think of "reason" tbh), but in general the main philosophical reference in Ratio seems to be Plato, who was influenced greatly by pythagoreanism; this is one of the perhaps unintended indirect yet present links I mentioned at the beginning.
Platonism is very present in many ways in Ratio. It's noticeable even in his visual design, with how buff and handsome he is, arguably the references to Apollo and Athena, the geometry imagery, and even the sculptures he creates with his technique, but the influence is seen throughout his entire character, story, dialogue lines,... Part IV of Ratio’s character story, the way he talks with Roseth and what he says, has in my opinion an echo of platonic dialogues, as does his line “To spread knowledge, we must first make people realize their folly” recall Socrates. In the Trailblaze mission the main character had to argue for their innocence, which to me brought to mind the Apology of Socrates. On the other hand, the way this was done was very reminiscent of the socratic method, both in the discussion and counterargument mechanic of the game as, and especially so, in the use of memory. The main character had already the knowledge they seeked, yet they had forgotten about it, and had to retrieve it through memory guided by the intense questioning of Ratio; this, if applied to the research of a more essential knowledge instead of circumstantial, is the core of Socrates' maieutics. Maieutics is "midwifery". Socrates called by that word his method because he thought he was helping give birth to truths or knowledge that were already present in people's minds, if forgotten. It's what Ratio's skill, "intellectual midwifery", references. 
The fact that Socrates' method, the "intellectual midwifery" to put it in in HSR terms, works in platonic philosophy is because it is taken that there are eternal truths, something Ratio believes as well (“The beauty of truth is that it never changes, even when no one understands it. Well, that's true for me, at least”). This has to do with what is called the theory of Forms or the theory of Ideas. The world that we see is but the shadow of that other conceptual abstract world, of which we have but forgotten memories and that we can access only with the mind's eye. Our soul once saw/was part of that other world, which is why it can remember it. Plato was influenced by the pythagorean view of a sort of journey or reincarnation of the soul after dying, to put it some way. This is also extensive, it has to do with orphism, is at the core of a lot of philosophical and theological western traditions, and thus I will say only this, even though it feels very close-to-fake simplistic haha. To summarise, there’s the other abstract perfect world of which everything in this world participates from and is but the shadow of (everything beautiful participates on the Idea of Beauty, eternal and inextinguishable, but it’s never as perfect as that Idea, only but its echo). The idea that the world is but the shadow of the other world is present in Ratio's English line when he is ko-ed, "Mere flesh…" (in Chinese, though, if I’ve understood correctly he says “«Mediocre»… hah”, which is very different if still lore-heavy). This of course implies a strong ontological dualism. 
In this sense it is extremely interesting to me that Ratio’s banner is named “Panta rhei”, because Heraclitus is the epitome of the defender that all things were in constant change yet all things are One, the process of “becoming”, the constant struggle, at the core itself of reality (this too is harmony). He was pointedly monist, and is often contrasted to Parmenides, who spoke of eternal unchanging truths and beings. Both are cornerstones in the development of western philosophy and influenced Plato, but the choice calls my attention. In the Japanese wiki the line was linked/took to the buddhist concept of impermanence; while not necessarily related to that, this wiki suggestion made me wonder whether the choice of making “Panta rhei” the name of Ratio’s banner was done to further enhance another aspect of the many parallels between him and Ruan Mei, who also talks about life as something seemingly diverse and changing, hopes to obtain permanence, and talks about a something that transcends the multiple faces of life and that unifies them all (“Life is countless and varied in form. I firmly believe in that. Its beauty is like a myriad of flowers, and I want to pluck the one that never wilts”; “I wish to discover "the true essence of life," something that all individuals possess unknowingly, whether it is the materialism of their existence or an unknown entity beyond corporeal realms”; “The core of all existence is unity”). Even beyond that, in the context of everything else Ratio has going on, the mention of Heraclitus brings very intriguing food for thought to the table; yet I think this may be another instance of things that are, yet were most likely not meant by the writers.
Moving on, I’ll give a quick comment on the more explicit philosophical references we can find in Ratio’s traces, attacks and voicelines, and will dwell a bit only when I think they work well with the subjects and concepts I already commented Ratio plays with, otherwise this response will be eternal.
Summation (trace): in Chinese this is more clearly linked to the inductive reasoning, which in context it is obvious this is what this trace references; I don’t know why they chose to translate it this way. It is a method of reasoning that comes from the observation of particularities to generalisation, hence “summation”. It works well with Ratio causing more damage per debuff, and with the references to empiricism in Ratio’s attacks. The consequences in inductive reasoning are not truly ensured by the premises (the typical example is how you can’t ensure that all ravens are black by as many black ravens as you observe). 
Inference (trace): this baffled me because again it is more clear in Chinese that this is referencing deductive reasoning, but every language translates “inference”, whereas in the “deduction” trace the characters are exactly the same as the ones in the Chinese wiki for “inference”, but every language translates “deduction”. I don’t know what’s happening here, I wish I knew Chinese and found this less confusing, but at least both words are present in his traces. Deductive reasoning is the one that goes from premises to conclusion. It is heavily linked to logic and it doesn’t necessarily require empiric knowledge.
Deduction (trace): this is what is called “inference” apparently in Chinese (if someone knows about this I would love to know what is happening in Chinese in these two traces). Inferences are, well, the process of reaching conclusions. It can be either through deduction or induction (or abduction, some would argue, but that’s another can of worms).
Mind is might (basic attack): in latin this is “scientia potentia est”, and while at this point the line is very detached from its context, initially it was linked to Bacon and Hobbes. I honestly think this is just a very convenient name for an attack of a character following a philosophy/sciences/knowledge thematic.
Intellectual midwifery (skill): Socrates, and platonism. I talked about this before.
Syllogistic paradox (ultimate): Syllogistic paradoxes were one of my favourite things when I was studying. Syllogisms are a form of logic reasoning, which consist of two premises and one conclusion. Though the premises may be true, and though the reasoning may be sensible, at times contradictory or illogical conclusions may be reached. This is a syllogistic paradox. Why this happens is because of a myriad of reasons, like the differences between natural and logical language, or the development of theories (the paradoxes in set theory are among my favourite things ever). I personally like to draw a strong distinction between paradoxes and contradictions. Anyway, I have a lot to say about this haha In general, this is what the name of the ultimate is referencing. It works well with Ratio’s traces. It also goes well with some of the other subjects present in his characterisation, like platonism, Descartes and such; there are a lot of paradoxes that arise from many of the theories that play with such topics. I think reading Alice in Wonderland’s apparent madness through the lenses of logic makes us see that most of those incongruences are actually pretty logical; many of them iirc are syllogistic paradoxes. Carroll was a logician. I mention this because this, as well as many other ideas present in Ratio, work extremely well with Penacony.
Cogito, ergo sum (talent): this is a line by Descartes, a rationalist. This too is something that fits Penacony incredibly well. Descartes starts doubting knowledge, ends up questioning pretty much everything, establishes inspired by mathematics and logic a method of acquiring the truth, and in the research of true knowledge he starts doubting everything with a methodical doubt to be able to tell what knowledge stands after being hit by doubt, and why, and try to reconstruct knowledge from there. Ratio’s lines about “seeking answers with a negative hypothesis in mind”, “When one is immersed in academic research, scepticism comes more naturally than belief” or “Pursuit tinged with negativity is still pursuit, and it is capable of leading us to the right conclusion” reminded me of Descartes’ method. One of the steps in the process is doubting one’s own existence, but since I (pardon the “I”, but the first person is very important in Descartes) doubt, then I think, and since I think, then I exist; cogito, ergo sum. This is closely related to platonism in some senses, and while Descartes’ philosophy comes in part from a criticism of scholasticism, it still has ties to it, but Descartes was a massive breakthrough in the history of Philosophy. I also won't dwell on this, but this is fascinating imo haha 
Anyway, Descartes’ doubt about the existence of reality, of the world, is heavily linked to dreams, because in dreams we believe things are real but are not, so equally we could be at every moment in a dream and not be aware of that; only the existence of oneself is clear of this doubt (Zhuangzi’s text about the butterfly plays with this too; I comment this because butterflies have appeared in Penacony and the Zhuangzi’s text seems to play in an interesting way with the concept of “I”, taking it a different route than Descartes, which is a very intriguing idea but I don’t know much of Chinese philosophy at all). The concept of simulated realities, Matrix-like settings and such, all are strongly linked to this conception of Descartes, even though similar things existed previously (such as Plato’s allegory of the cave), and this works very well with Penacony again. Obviously, Descartes’ theory is strongly dualist, and it’s even established a body-mind dualism. The idea of the ghost in the shell also comes in great part from Descartes. Descartes’ view of the body was not too unlike that of a machine. 
This was in a time in which clockwork and automatons were quickly advancing and fascinating people. Physic theories started to look (even more) like clockwork, with the universe as clockwork and god as a watchmaker that put it into place and then let it run its perfect course, needing or not (depending on the theory) adjustments from the watchmaker from time to time. I said before that harmony was linked to both the cosmos and the body, with the body in part being a reflection of the cosmos, and even linked to it by the harmony of the spheres. This new way of approaching the cosmological and human issues and developing Physics still has echoes of that. Newton, who is referenced in one of Ratio’s idle animations, is one of the epitomes of this concept of the universe as clockwork. Again, I don’t know how much they’ll do with these ideas nor even if they were written on purpose, but it all works so well with Penacony it would be a pity if they did nothing with this.
Another thing I want to note about Descartes is that besides mentally detaching himself from everything while doubting in his deconstruction and construction of knowledge, seeking undoubtable truths, he famously did so physically as well for some time when he first started thinking about the matters in his Discourse on the Method one night: “having no diverting company and fortunately also no cares or emotional turmoil to trouble me”, while he “spent the whole day shut up in a small room heated by a stove, in which I could converse with my own thoughts at leisure”. This reminded me a lot of Ratio’s head and how he uses it: “with the headpiece on, isolated from my five senses, i can think without interference”, “he put on a headgear to keep away all external distractions and completely focus on thinking? Who else in the world could manage that?”.
Mold of idolatry (technique): this links mainly again to the theory of Forms of Plato, with that representation of something else that is what is real. The name of the technique and what it does works well also with the idea of idolatry, especially of idolatry of false gods, idols or even falsehood in general, and how Ratio criticises people’s blind infatuation with geniuses. It also reminds me of Nietzsche’s Twilight of the Idols, or, How to Philosophise with a Hammer. Among other things, Nietzsche heavily criticises platonism and platonic philosophy, and mostly all western philosophers (he has kind words for Heraclitus, for instance). 
Wiseman’s folly (ultimate’s effect): the idea that knowledge or beholding the truth brings to something similar to madness or ends up leading to foolishness is a very common one. Many of the Ancient Greece philosophers were said to have been extravagant. Diogenes the Cynic and Heraclitus were two such examples. Democritus was said to have plucked out his own eyes. Empedocles is said to have killed himself in a volcano. There’s Nietzsche, Georg Cantor, Kurt Gödel. It is the idea of the wise ending up being very much like the fool, but also the idea of the wise ending up losing sight of basic truths I believe, in that alienation from the world.
Know thyself (eidolon): this is what was inscribed in the temple of Apollo in Delphi I spoke of before. This is linked to Heraclitus, Socrates, Plato and platonism, of course. I think when it comes to Ratio that’s it, really. But this maxime has had a lot of implications and interpretations in different contexts and at different times. It could be seen as just a salutation, recommending temperance, the idea of knowing oneself and one’s limitations as key to succeed when approaching subjects or problems, the first step of getting to know anything at all, humans and the world being closely linked and even reflection of god so studying one helps studying the other, etc.
Vincit Omnia Veritas (eidolon): the translator says this means “eternal truth” in Chinese, which would play way better with the philosophical ideas and concepts present in Ratio while still playing with his name, “Veritas”. I won’t dwell on this because I’ve already talked about the link between eternal truths and Ratio a lot, and besides I can’t even confirm this is the true meaning because I don’t know Chinese.
Eidolon “The divine is in the details” seems to be a reference to a Chinese idiom that comes from a book. I don’t know if it has greater significance, but if anyone knows I am all ears. The other eidolons obviously work with Ratio, but I don’t see obvious philosophical influences so I’m skipping them.
Esse est percipi (ultimate line): “To be is to be perceived”. This is a line by Berkeley and linked to his philosophy. He criticises both dualism and materialism. The core idea is that the world’s existence is entirely dependent on the mind, that things don’t exist unless they are perceived and thought. His justification for one’s own existence seems to come from this perception, as Descartes’ came from thinking: “I do nevertheless know that I, who am a spirit or thinking substance, exist as certainly as I know my ideas exist”. Parmenides has a similar idea in his poem. I don’t think this was intended to be read too much into when it comes to Ratio, but I think it fits nicely with the other topics he has going on, and the dichotomy they often entail. It also works well with Ratio’s plaster head, with how he says “I don't have to set eyes on stupid people. Of course, they don't want to see me either”, with how he uses it to go unnoticed or unrecognised in both Herta’s Space Station and Penacony, and I think it could be overread or taken to more exaggerated levels in a juicy manner reading this under the notion of nothingness, mediocrity and being disregarded by Nous. 
One of the listed researched achievements of Ratio is in the field of epistemology. Epistemology is the field that studies knowledge. Although studied in particular at times, it is of course often linked to ontological conceptions; all the philosophical theories I’ve stated carry with them epistemological implications as well as ontological. In one of Ratio’s character stories there’s a mention to epistemic logic which is, speaking broadly, a logical approach to the analysis of knowledge. 
Another one of his listed achievements is in natural theology, which is the study of god through reason and logic instead of things such as transcendental experiences or revelations. This is very common in philosophy in general. It often has to do as well with the world as a harmonious whole, god as watchmaker/the universe as clockwork, and teleology. I will mention Newton and Darwin here because Newton is referenced in Ratio’s idle animation, and Darwin because he broke up with the teleological tradition when it came to the world. Ratio’s work is named Aeons: A Natural Phenomenon, and the title and its description, how its “Aeon non-theism”, makes it seem to me like he wrote of Aeons as if they were just another form of life or something that pertains to nature itself and not detached from it, which although very different from Darwin’s ideas did remind me of how he dismissed teleology in nature. This also clearly links, in my opinion, to Ruan Mei.
Other than that I also want to note Ratio’s final speech to Screwllum about inspiring doubt and scepticism when it comes to established ideas and geniuses. It reminded me of Socrates, how he was said to have “perverted” youth inspiring all that questioning among other things. It reminded me of Nietzsche, how he fervently encouraged individuals to use critical thinking, question dogmas and preconceived ideas they could have, and come up with their own conclusions that does not mean necessarily negating absolutely everything they held true before the questioning (this exchange between Screwllum and Ratio: “Screwllum:  «You wish to uproot the researchers' blind worship of geniuses».  Dr. Ratio: «I am only laying out my questions».”). It also pointedly reminded me of Kant's “Sapere aude!”, “Dare to know!”,  and his text What Is Enlightenment?, in which among other things Kant talks about the lack of courage, not of intellect, of people to think for themselves, how humanity lives in a constant immaturity or adolescence of the mind, and urges them to get out of that state, to dare to know. Kant was greatly influenced by rationalism but said to have awaken from the rationalist slumber thanks to empiricism; the plays on rationalism and empiricism, deduction and induction, and the presence of idealism in the rest of Ratio’s writing as well as this fervent push for people to snap out of their lack of criticism and dare to think for themselves are what made me think of Kant here.
There’s more things to talk about Ratio, like his view on mediocrity and geniuses, and how that view is constructed and described in traces through fragments in his lore, the character stories, snippets of conversations; how he seems to be so similar in character and drive to geniuses, but never accepted as one, and how he is regarded as very different and eccentric by “normal” people, even in the Guild. In short, how he is detached from both the “normal” people and geniuses, like suspended between both states without being either completely, and how it makes so much sense in this context that he tries to breach the rift between both. I couldn’t help but mention this, to avoid forgetting this aspect of his characterisation in the future, but I won’t dwell on this because it isn’t really directly linked to any philosophical influence that I can think of.
I think this is it. Hopefully I didn’t forget anything important. And I’m sorry it is so long, but I really tried to summarise. As I said, I may well be reading too much into some of these things, but I also think that since Ratio plays with many of the core authors and concepts in the history of western philosophy, some things I expect were not intended by the writers still are present somewhat, because mentioning this or that thing alongside this or that other thing ends up having implications if you know a bit of the context. 
I hope this was clear enough. However, I can try to explain myself better or further if I wasn’t. Philosophy may look unapproachable and dry at times at first, but it really isn't, it just needs one to get accustomed to some basic terminology, and it becomes fascinating and beautiful, and lifechanging haha. I would love it if Ratio is making people get a little bit more invested or interested in it, or open to explore it. The Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy is a good place to check the main ideas, texts and authors that may spike someone’s interest if anyone wants to read further about anything I've said or compare sources, but tbh I think even Wikipedia can be useful with getting a first feel of some basic ideas to know what to look for.  And although I am not an authority or the most trustworthy source at all, I will help as best as I can if someone reading this has any further question. I recommend reading the texts firsthand though, with historical context in mind and footnotes perhaps if possible, and making one's own mind about everything.
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wisdomssdaughterr · 11 months
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yellowjackets as told by ethel cain’s preacher’s daughter
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family tree (intro) → lottie matthews
The fate's already fucked me sideways || Swinging by my neck from the family tree || He'll laugh and say, "You know I raised you better than this" || Then leave me hanging so they all can laugh at me
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american teen → the yellowjackets team
Grew up under yellow light on the street ||Putting too much faith in the make-believe || And another high school football team … || Say what you want, but say it like you mean it || With your fists for once, a long cold war || With your kids at the front || Just give it one more day, then you're done || I do what I want, crying in the bleachers || And I said it was fun || I don't need anything from anyone || It's just not my year || but I’m all good out here
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a house in nebraska → van & tai
Where we found each other on a dirty mattress on the second floor || Where the world was empty || Save you and I || Where you came and I laughed, and you left, and I cried || Where you told me even if we died tonight, that I'd die yours
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family tree → shauna shipman
I'm just a child but I'm not above violence || My mama raised me better than that || When the preacher talks, that man demands his silence || And daddy said shoot first then run and don't look back… l again || Take the noose off, wrap it tight around my hand || They say heaven hath no fury like a woman scorned || And baby, hell don't scare me, I've been times before
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thoroughfare → natalie scatorccia
Saw our faces at least once or twice || But in these motel rooms || I started to see you differently, oh || ‘Cause for the first time since I was a child || I could see a man who wasn't angry
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ptolemaea → the wilderness
You poor thing || Sweet, mourning lamb || There's nothing you can do || It's already been done || What fear a man like you brings upon (Show me your face) || A woman like me || Please don't look at me || I can see it in your eyes || He keeps looking at me || Tell me, what have you done || Stop, stop, stop, make it stop, stop || Make it stop || Make it stop, I've had enough ||
Stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop, stop, stop, STOP
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sun bleached flies → laura lee
God loves you, but not enough to save you || So, baby girl, good luck taking care of yourself… || But I don't mind 'cause that's how my daddy raised me || If they strike once then you just hit 'em twice as hard || But I always knew that in the end no one was coming to save me || So I just prayed and I keep praying and praying and praying
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strangers → jackie taylor the first sacrifice
Freezer bride, your sweet divine || You devour like smoked bovine hide || How funny, I never considered myself tough … || I tried to be good || Am I no good? || Am I no good? || Am I no good? || With my memory restricted to a Polaroid in evidence || I just wanted to be yours || Can I be yours? || Can I be yours? || Just tell me I'm yours || If I'm turning in your stomach and I'm making you feel sick || Am I making you feel sick?
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Oh.my.goodness. I just want to take care of Joe after his foodee ass overindulges or something just disagrees with him. He's all needy and the reader rubs his tummy and just stays with him because he's miserable.
shut uppp he'd be so dramatic about it 😭
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"i'm going to die." joe says, laying on the couch with his belt and zipper undone. his arms crossed over his face and one of his legs is hanging down the couch since he couldn't get himself to lift it up.
you went out for dinner at this new restaurant in town, it seemed nice and it was nice. so nice that your boyfriend ended up ordering three main meals and two desserts each with two different drinks. he's being dieting for a job for the past six months, restricting his food intake and having to fight back cravings so once he was done with it, all he wanted was to eat as much as possible of everything he could possibly get his hands on and that's what he did tonight and now he's facing the consequences.
you chuckle at his misery and sit on the little coffee table by the couch, facing him. "you'll be okay baby, it's just food give it time and you'll digest it and won't feel like this anymore" you tell him, trying to give him some comfort.
"i don't have time, i'm about to explode" he removes one arm off his face and put it on his belly, feeling the newly formed bulge there and it hurts to even touch. "tell my parents i love them" he says and dramatically closes his eyes making you laugh harder.
"god you're a drama queen, you'll be fine!" you grab his arm and try to pull him into a sitting position, your tries are met with failure at first. "come on, let's get you into more comfy clothes yeah? these are probably making it worse" you say referring to his button up shirt and jeans, he opens one eye and stares at his outfit, silently agreeing with you and eventually giving in and letting you pull him up.
he throws his arm around your shoulder, leaning on you with his full body weight and keeps his other hand on his belly, waddling across the floor. "is this how being pregnant feels like? because if it is, we're not having babies. i could never do this to you" he says half joking and you can't tell if he's half serious or not.
once you've reached your bedroom, you flung him down onto the bed, he lays down with his legs still dangling over the edge and he makes no effort fixing his position or helping himself out of his clothes making you sigh and walk over to pull his pants down yourself.
he starts unbuttoning his shirt and tries to take it off but gives up when he can't fight his own heaviness anymore and decides to wait for your aid.
you manage to take it off for him by a divine force then you change out of your own clothes before returning to him, still in the same position you've left him in.
"not feeling any better?" you pout at him and caress his cheek, he nods no and closes his eyes again. "i shouldn't have ate that much i don't know what got into me" he says this time with no hint of joking or humor in his voice.
"baby you've been eating like a bird for the past six months, you barely had any actual food. you deserve to eat good after all that.." you tell him and bring your hand down to his tummy, running it up and down, to the sides and drawing circular shapes on it, trying to comfort him in anyway you can. "you're overfull now but it's gonna be okay, this feeling isn't going to last for too long i promise."
he stays quiet, absorbing your words and he nods at them. you push his hair off his face and give his forehead a little kiss. "now i'm gonna need you to sit up a bit, can you do that for me? it isn't good to lay on your back like this. just lift up a little bit" you try to reason with him but he surprisingly listens to you without you having to break a sweat convincing him.
"like this?" he sits up with his back half against the headboard and half on the pillow, you give him a nod of approval and lay by his side, putting your head on his shoulder. he leans his own against yours. "can you keep rubbing my belly? it was helping" he asks shyly.
"of course joey" you plant a small kiss on his shoulder and waste no time putting your hand back on his tummy, doing the same up and down motion you did earlier keeping your palm gentle on him. "that restaurant was really good" you snort out, breaking the silence that has taken over and he chuckles next to you.
"it was but we're never going back" he jokes and you agree with him, muttering out a small 'never again'
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Heya! Can you make a cute short fic with Q? I've been obsessed with him lately, anything should be perfect!
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Pairing: Q x fem!reader Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation Words: 2K Warnings: Hurt/Comfort Summary: Sometimes it is better to ask for the reason for an extraterrestrial ritual. Often it is better to do this before the ritual, otherwise you will come back with an omnipotent being as your husband. A/N: Thank you so much for your request, I really hope you like it. I feel like this is not the best thing I've ever written, because I find Q difficult to write, but I really tried.
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Frowning, she stared at him from narrowed eyes as she did her best to remain calm and stop herself from smacking the smug grin off his face: " I'm sorry, what?" She truly hoped she had misheard and the all-knowing being/her lover before her, had not said what she thought she had heard. "I asked when the honeymoon was scheduled to start." She was pretty sure the confusion on her face was more than evident. "Where the hell did you come up with honeymoon? You do know what that is, don't you?"
Offended, Q pursed his mouth and jumped up, clapping his hands. "Mon amour, you insult me. Of course I know what a honeymoon is. I am Q, I know everything." He stepped towards her, bent down to take her face in his hands, and smiled his most charming smile, which usually made her heart pound, but now more than upset her. "It's a time for a newly married couple, to spend together." He pulled her up an
With great effort, she tried not to let her shudder show and looked up at him sceptically. "Have you not noticed your mistake, O all-knowing Q?" Her voice was mocking, something she would never have dared to do in his presence at the beginning of their acquaintance, for fear of being turned into a frog. "Maybe I'll have to give you a bit of a jolt: Newly. Married. Only people who have just got married go on honeymoons. We're together, not married, Q."
Now it was up to him to look confused, an expression she rarely saw on his face, and would have more than enjoyed under other circumstances. "We ... are, though?" "Oh," she laughed out, having to hold onto the top of his uniform to keep from falling. "Oh no, we're not. Believe me, my dear, I would remember such a ceremony." A frown took up residence on his face and slowly her laughter died away. "But... you said that you ..." Q seemed distracted and instantly she felt bad and took his hand.
"Hey. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, honey. I didn't mean to say I wouldn't. It's just..." Q interrupted her. "The ceremony was three hours ago. How can you not remember that?" "What?" All humour had disappeared and she was back to confusion. "Q three hours ago we were on the planet doing this strange water ritual that the inhabitants insisted on because they believed we were the incarnations of the divine royal pair before the Captain had had a chance to... oh my God."
She stared at him from widened eyes. "Q. Please tell me we didn't get married down there." He fell silent. "Q!" "You told me not to tell you," he returned, staring at the floor in a huff, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his mouth twisted into a pout.
She was at a loss for words. Of course she loved him, they had been together for years, but this? A wedding? Without even knowing about it? She sank down on the sofa and lowered her head into her hands. Now even the stupid grin from him, throughout the ceremony made sense, or the surprisingly passionate kiss after it. For a few minutes Q was actually silent before he spoke up again. "I thought you knew." His voice was low and he sounded guilty, a register of voice she had never heard on him before. She looked up. "How the hell could I have known about this! It was a first contact mission! I thought it was some kind of welcoming ritual."
"Aren't you the ship's anthropologist?" Gradually she became more agitated and jumped up. "I like to say it again, FIRST CONTACT MISSION!!! We knew nothing about the planet except that it was warp capable, though still believed in the old gods. That was it. How was I supposed to know about this ritual?" Q started to reply, however, she waved it off with a snort. "You can save that." With long strides she walked over to her door. "Where are you going?" "To blow off steam," she hissed back, giving him a cold look as he tried to follow her. "Alone."
He stuck his chest out and leaned down to her. "I am a Q. You cannot command me mortal." His words hurt more than she had believed, yet she only jutted her chin. "Stay away from me and leave me alone for this moment so I can think or I swear I will never speak another word to you." She was angry and Q knew it, however he didn't seem to believe her. "You wouldn't be able to bear that. You love me too much for that."
All he earned was another cold stare before she continued her way down the corridor. "Mon amour?" His call reached her ears before the turbolift doors closed, yet she did not respond. For the moment, she needed her peace. Apparently Q seemed to have realised that too, because contrary to her expectations, he had not followed her into the lift, for which she was grateful to him. Q had been right. She would never in her life be able to stand not talking to him again.
Her path led her to the botanical garden and only there, on one of the benches, hidden behind one of the huge rhododendron bushes, did she allow her frustration and fear and all her other feelings to run free and ruffle her hair. Married! Her! To Q!
She wasn't arrogant enough not to admit that she hadn't imagined it at least once, however, she had usually swept those ideas aside quickly because the idea was ridiculous. Q, the Q, capricious, omnipotent and as old as time itself, as a husband who dutifully waits at home for his wife to come home, with meals cooked and quarters freshly cleaned? If she hadn't felt so much like crying, she would have laughed. Just the idea of Q in a relationship was bizarre and she was the other part of that relationship.
"Are you all right?" Startled, she started up and looked into the questioning and kind face of the android in gold uniform who was looking at her. "You look like you are not well and as a friend, I was wondering if I could offer my help." A small smile crept onto her lips. Data really was a case in point.
Sighing, she shook her head. "I'm afraid not, my friend. This is a problem between me and Q." "Ah." Data tilted his head in understanding. "You are experiencing emotional misery due to a problem in your relationship." He settled down on the bench beside her after a moment's consideration. "However, I am sure that you will overcome this crisis, as you did the many crises before it."
She glanced to the side. "I'm not so sure about that. This isn't about a prank being played or the fact that he thinks I'm a little too reckless on missions." She swallowed. "When we were on this planet, before you could bring us up, we had to participate in a ritual that was apparently a wedding ceremony. And he knew, but didn't say anything!" Date nodded slowly. "And you are upset because you do not want a marriage with him." "What? No!" "So you do desire this marriage with him?" "No!"
Data looked confused. "So you do not wish for marriage, but equally you wish for it." Again she sighed. "Data, I'm not mad about the wedding itself. I mean, sure I'm a little pissed about that too, but it's much more the fact that he didn't tell me." "You feel like he took away your choice." "Maybe." "Have you talked to him about it?"
She stared at the floor in front of her. "Not really. I rather... well... rushed out of our quarters because I needed time to myself." Data hummed in agreement and rose. "Perhaps you should talk to him about it then. Counselor Troi has explained to me that the key to a good relationship and marriage, is communication." She winced slightly at the word 'marriage', but still had to smile at the idea that her synthetic boyfriend had received relationship advice from the ship's Counselor. Whatever for. "Perhaps."
Data nodded goodbye and left her alone. For a few minutes she tried to compose herself before she spoke his name softly, barely audible. "Q." Within a split second he appeared in a flash of light before her, on his knees and his hands held into a praying pose. "Mon étoile, please forgive me. I promise you, I really believed you knew." He almost hugged her legs. "Please don't leave me alone. I can't stand this without you. I'm sorry, I really am. Tell me what you want me to do. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."
Shocked, she stared down at him. "Q, you haven't been alone for fifteen minutes!" Q just shook his head. "Fifteen minutes too long." She sighed and gently tugged at his curls to lift his gaze to her. "I want to talk to you. And for that, you need to be calm. Sit down, please." She gestured to the seat next to her where Data had been sitting until just a moment ago and Q complied with her request almost instantly, even seeming nervous by his standards, which made her feel a tiny bit guilty since she had never seen him so upset.
There was silence between them before Q dared to raise his voice. "Are you still angry with me?" "I don't think so." She shook her head and folded her hands in her lap. "I'm disappointed, though, Q." He let out a small whimper. "That's almost worse." "Q, I want you to understand that I'm not necessarily upset because we got married. To be honest, it's something I personally wouldn't object to." She reached for his hand and ran her thumb over the back of it. "It's how that bothers me."
"I know you believed I knew. Still, you should have asked me Q, at least to be sure. By not doing so, you took away my chance to make a decision. Not that I would have said 'no' to a wedding," she added quickly when she saw the sad expression on his face. "However, I would have preferred that if we had decided to get married, that it happened with the full and conscious consent of both of us, in the presence of the people we care about. And not on a foreign planet, surrounded by strangers who think we are incarnations of their gods."
Carefully, she pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. "I love you Q, I really do. But you must understand my point of view."
For a few moments Q was silent before he nodded slowly. "I understand you, mon amour. And I'm sorry. I should have asked and made sure you knew what you were getting into. I should have thought about the consequences my actions could bring instead of just thinking about myself and the opportunity I was presented with." "You should have," she admitted, smiling gently at him.
He smiled slightly sheepishly and she thought she had rarely seen him so shy and vulnerable. "If it makes you feel any better, the Ajghasti ceremony is not legal under Federation law anyway. So strictly speaking, we're not married after all." Relieved, she exhaled. "Thank heavens for that. I really hadn't wanted to get married like this." Q glanced to the side and she could tell he was trying to mask his hurt, so she leaned closer and rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'd really rather marry you in a decent way, surrounded by friends and family and who knows. Maybe I can get the Captain convinced to perform the ceremony." By now Q was staring at her wide-eyed. "Unless you've had enough of married life after all, after just over three hours of it."
Q jumped up, pulling her with him and twirling her around as a laugh escaped him. "Oh, mon amour, you shouldn't have said that. Now I guarantee you won't get rid of me." Dizzy from the spinning, she clung to his arms and smiled up at him. She was sure the heat had darkened her cheeks, however, her eyes shone with joy where a few minutes ago there had been anger "That was the plan."
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YANDERE! MONKEY KING / SUN WUKONG X MALE READER
How you hated that stubborn monkey that always appeared at the door of the temple ready to cause some uncertainty to your person by reciting poems, declaring his love, giving you flowers, accessories and some other candy.
You weren't aware of when this started, but according to all of Wukong's poems and statements; This had started a couple of years ago, when I was looking for a worthy successor in the temple you joined, before I knew you were a god.
Mainly he followed you with the idea of ​​asking you to find someone with enough divine power to be his successor, however when he saw you he was speechless; he quickly understood that it was destined to be yours.
That little introduction of her crush made you question a lot of things.
Perhaps your Saint aura had affected him?
After all you were the reincarnation of the powers of a blessed God, that must have had something to do with the rapid obsession he developed just by looking at you.
It's not like the instant attraction thing hasn't happened before thanks to the alluring aura around you; once in a while one or another young disciple of the temple had happened to him and had to be kicked out for being weak-minded and not having dignity by falling in love in a certain way with the blessed reincarnation.
You clicked your tongue in annoyance, despite wanting to explain what you felt to Wukong, he seemed skeptical to believe you or even stop trying the same thing every day.
An example? what is currently happening:
" It's not fair! I deserve you more than anyone! Do not do this to me, y/n..."
It was the complaint that the celestial being let out after another cold rejection. I did not know why you kept rejecting his love with the excuse of being influenced by your divine aura.
He was powerful too! He didn't think he was affected by those things.
" Don't you realize what you're saying? Wukong, I'm a saint, saints can't be in a relationship!"
And yes, your holy law does not allow you to marry, fall in love or have an affair; all your affection, appreciation and heart must be faithfully given to the temple and its people
" There sure is an exception. I'm Wukong! If you just let me I could change this whole situation "
His furry hand took yours and guided it to his head, lovingly rubbing his golden fur over your palm in a vague attempt at convincing.
However, your annoyance only grew more.
" You have a student to train, stop wasting your time here. "
You try to pull your hand away with force but the strong and firm grip on your wrist does not allow you to pull away.
" Don't leave me! Everything I feel is true! I swear I really love you! "
Desperate, Wukong cried out again in pain.
He wanted to be accepted by the young man who stole his heart, to start a family with him and Mk as his son.
He even had everything planned, monkey boy will take care of his work in his retirement while he will just enjoy his married life with you on his island.
You just had to stop rejecting, and everything would go back to how he wanted.
" no, you don't love me. "
Well, you left him no choice.
I wanted you to be the one to accept it yourself! That is why he never allowed himself to cheat and kept insisting.
He let go of you under your worried gaze about his current state, it was scary.
He quickly moved his limbs and cornered you against one of the temple walls. One of his hands had somehow managed to pull out a vial with a thick, reddish, blood-like liquid.
" I tried to be nice to you when I let you make the decision... "
Once again, you tried your best to fight against the monkey king's force, and just like before, it was useless.
He released the cork of that bottle, making a thick reddish cloud come out of it; opening your mouth with his hands forced you to swallow all that liquid.
Then when there was nothing left in the glass container he released you. You fell to the ground spitting out whatever Wukong gave you, however, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get rid of all that liquid that entered your body.
The culprit of everything that is happening crouches down to your height and hugs you with affection, rubbing his cheek on yours.
" you! what's wrong?! "
Your first instinct is to push him away, but your arms don't respond and your thoughts slowly blur.
" y/n, do you love me? "
I ask breaking the hug to look into your eyes.
That unpleasant way of seeing you that you hated so much about him; as if you were the most beautiful human being in the world.
' You love Me? '
Of course you had the answer to that! It was on the tip of your tongue, you just needed time to remember...
" Yes, I do love you "
Those words escaped your mouth without warning, you didn't remember well, but you were sure that that wasn't what you wanted to say.
The monkey king smiled with too much love reflected on his face and the pupils of the heart became noticeable. He launched himself at you leaving a bunch of kisses all over your face while you just laughed at it.
And your last thoughts of your own fade from your mind.
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Summary: An irksome trip to the Summer Court on matters of business and assistance against a threat at sea takes an interesting turn when Rhys discovers the solution to Nostrus' problem no longer lies with his army, but a female sacrifice, bound at high tide in hope of appeasing the beast terrorizing Nostrus' shores. He certainly never predicted the rescue mission would result in an accepted mating bond.
AN: This strep throat and eye infection is kicking my ass, so I thought I’d give us all something special today.
At least I get a snow day from work, so, that’s an upside.
Chapter III: What I Claim
Feyre
Feyre truly tried to resist the pull. But then that wasn't so easy when she woke up wrapped in the safety of her mate's arms, his long fingers running through her hair from her roots all the way down to her tangled ends. She groaned as his nails softly scraped over her scalp, instinctively nuzzling against him. "Good morning, darling. Sleep well?"
"Like a rock," she murmured. She didn't think she'd ever felt a softer mattress. "You have a very sexy morning voice." She froze as he chuckled. What the hell had just come out of her mouth? "I don't have much of a filter before breakfast," she stuttered, blushing brightly and keeping her face buried in his neck.
"Interesting," he purred. "I wonder how much trouble that's going to get you into." She sucked in a breath, itching to explore the promise beneath his jesting.
Hesitation? Hesitation was not the feeling fluttering around inside of her now. Rhys shifted enough that the silk sheets over them yielded to gravity's drag, exposing the entirety of his upper body as he took her in in equal measure. Tattooed, golden-brown skin fit over trained muscle. It was entirely unfair that her mate looked like some divine being every hour of the day and she was just—
"What did I ever do to deserve a female like you? What did I do to deserved someone so fucking perfect?"
"Perfect?" She scoffed. Elain was perfect. Nesta was too in her own strange way. Feyre was the youngest daughter and the greatest nuisance. The wild one, if you listened to the whispers. Not quite groomed correctly when there were two perfect daughters before her. Useful, yes. But no one had thought her perfect. "Your biased regardless. I'm not the girl people want to—"
"I told you, Feyre, here you are not a showpiece. Not a showpiece or a puppet or a pawn. You are mine."
His. She could get used to hearing that.
"Do you know what it means to belong to the Heir of Night?" he crooned into her mind.
She didn't know, but she wanted to. Desperately. "What does it mean?"
He grinned fiendishly, tracing his nose against her fluttering pulse. What would it feel like to have his mouth there instead? To have the heavy weight of him above her, his hand threaded in her hair while the other slipped past her waistband. "It means, darling, that you set the standard of perfection. And if your subjects choose not to meet it then I will enjoy ending their miserable existence early."
She gnawed at her lip, letting that vow settle in her mind before she spoke again. The vulgarity of the oath should disturb her and yet she was feeling something on the opposite spectrum at the moment. "You certainly have a high opinion of your authority here," she remarked cautiously.
"Some say the only limit to one's power is their moral compass. I say the heart of the matter more often lies in their fear. You will get nowhere in life if you can not first claim what you know belongs to you." She swallowed the startled sound that tried to break free when Rhys lifted her by the hips, flipping their position so he leaned back against the headboard, hands anchored to her waistline. One shift forward and she'd be able to feel what was waiting for her after they accepted the mating bond. "You don't want to be a puppet, but you haven't chosen the freedom you're due. Tell me something, Feyre. Tell me what belongs to you."
Dozens of things belonged to Feyre. Hundreds, even, if she counted every book and knickknack and trinket she had at her parents' residence. And yet, if you asked anyone what the law said, those things were her father's belongings, not that Feyre could pretend that's what her mate was asking her now. "What do you claim for yourself?"
"What do I claim?" He raised a brow, waiting for her to make her choice. Are you bold enough, that little twitch asked. She swallowed, holding his eyes. His hands hadn't moved an inch up or down, but as she'd softened to him he’d begun to trace his fingers in slow, soothing circles at the small of her back. “I claim…” Feyre leaned forward, resting her forearms on his shoulders. “I claim my life. I claim my power.” Another centimeter and their noses would brush. “I claim what was born to me, what was given, what I deserve to take. I claim my future.”
Those final unspoken words lingered on her tongue, taunting them both. The next time her lips parted those words ebbed away, interrupted by a harsh knock against the door. “Hey, lovebirds, save it for the cabin. We’re still having a girls’ breakfast.”
Ducking her head, Feyre smiled. “Give me a minute. I’ll be right out,” she called.
“You’d better.”
Once Avy’s footsteps faded, Feyre turned back to her mate, cocking her head slightly. “Cabin?”
He grimaced, twirling a lock of her hair between his fingers. “It’s better for newly-mated couples to remain isolated if they can. At least until the frenzy fades. How I reacted with Nostrus, well, that wasn’t the worst of the protective nature that will start showing soon when it comes to you. If you aren’t ready for that—the frenzy—I understand.”
It would be difficult, but he’d wait for her. She smiled, leaning in one last time to kiss him. Her decision was made and they both knew it.
She tried not to lose herself in it. But it would be so easy to become entirely unmorred in the ecstasy of it. The touch of his lips, his hand coming up to her face as the other tightened around her hip. The low groan that left him sent a shiver down her spine. One kiss and she could undo the male beneath her. It was positively heady. She never wanted to pull away. Never wanted to feel anything beyond the heat of his body under hers. The slant of his lips, soft, yet sure. It was a claiming in its own way. One minute longer and she’d never make it downstairs.
“Rhys,” she breathed.
“Hm?”
“Breakfast. Downstairs.”
“Hm.”
He kissed her again.
“Your mother is waiting. I really don’t think we’re on close enough terms for me to comfortably explain my tardiness yet. And your sister would take far too much pleasure in teasing me, I’m sure.”
He pulled back with an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. Two hours, then you're mine.”
Giving him one last peck, she smiled. “Deal.”
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“Sorry I’m late. I was…” Feyre cleared her throat, sitting. “Sorry.”
“You must be Feyre!” Looking away from Victorie, Feyre met the bright eyes and wide grin of a blonde female whose plate was already piled high with fruit and pastries. “I’m Mor,” she offered, already appearing just as bubbly and bright as Avyanna.
“She’s our cousin,” the younger girl offered. “The relation is distant, but we’re all very close.”
“I tend to pop in and out. Even if I’m not a resident of Hewn City anymore, I have to spend a lot of time there.”
“Hewn City. That’s the capital, isn’t it?”
“The capital and the inspiration of every horror story you grew up hearing about the big bad Night Court,” Avy confirmed, twirling her fork between her fingers. “You’re the only person from outside of Velaris to learn about it since… Well, since Mother did, I suppose.”
“This is hidden? I thought I had just forgotten some of my geography. How do you keep a place this big away from prying eyes?”
“Wards tied to the magic of the High Lords. My father’s and those before him. One day it will be Rhys’ duty as well. There is cruelty within our borders. That’s why protecting Velaris is so important. If we can keep one utopia…”
“I can understand that,” Feyre murmured. Because Velaris, she had a feeling, was everything she’d wished for as a girl. A place where she could do as Rhys suggested, reclaiming her own values beyond social expectations. Velaris was a fantasy. A sliver of paradise that suddenly made being a future High Lord’s mate seem like less of a burden. “I want to see it all. To learn. But first, I need to cut some ties.”
“No one can find you here, Feyre.”
She forced herself to smile at Victorie’s attempt to comfort her. But she had seen her parents' faces when they told her about the betrothal. Whatever was in play that tied her to Spring wasn’t going to be brushed under the rug. “Even if no one knows about Velaris, Nostrus already knows about the bond and it won’t be long before the news starts crossing borders. I won’t be seen as someone who hides from my problems. I have an opportunity to officially cut ties and I’m going to do so.”
“Before or after your mating ceremony?” Victorie asked. “You can still give yourself a safety net. There’s no shame in that.”
“I know. I didn’t realize there would be an actual ceremony. I thought it was just…”
“Just the bond acceptance? Some couples prefer things that way. We’re a bit more traditional. And honestly, the order of things doesn’t really matter in this day and age.” She gave Feyre a smirk that all but screamed I want grandchildren soon. “But this is something to celebrate, Feyre. Unless you have some aversion to a ceremony?” She shook her head slowly. “Excellent. Now, like I said last night. I want to hear everything about you.”
“Well…”
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Rhysand
That evening Rhys was just settling in to relax when Feyre returned to their room. Though he had teased her with a two-hour limit, he saw the confusion in her eyes at his mother’s warm tone the night before. The hope there. She had needed that time to open herself to them and no matter how desperate he was to sweep her away and keep her to himself, he’d never forgive himself for holding her away from the simple things that could heal her.
“Hello, Feyre darling.”
She shut the door behind her, a wide smile on her face. “Hi.”
“Did you enjoy yourself today?”
“Even more than I expected to,” she confirmed, grabbing her clothes and slipping into the bathroom to change. “We talked for hours. Even after your mother left, your sister and cousin took me out into the city.” She was still smiling when she walked out of the bathroom. “The Rainbow… It was amazing.” He couldn’t help but frown a bit. “What? Was I supposed to stay inside? Or come back after breakfast?”
“No.” He took her hands, stopping her from wringing her fingers. “I was teasing about the two hour limit. I’m thrilled you enjoyed spending time with my family. I just… I was hoping to show you the Rainbow, is all,” he admitted sheepishly. “It’s okay. It’s not the end of the world and I sincerely doubt you saw everything anyways, so I’ll still have a few special hideouts to show you.”
She hesitated a moment, but didn’t try to apologize as she curled up in his lap. “How was your day?”
“A bit stressful,” he admitted. “My father’s in a mood since he can’t lecture me about my actions in Summer. He was in a similar boat with my mother.”
“He saved her?”
Rhys sighed. “Illyrians have some very backward customs regarding gender. Males are trained as warriors, females, to build and manage a home. They enforce that standard through wing-clipping. My father was visiting the camps when my mother was due to face hers. He misted the males holding her the moment the bond snapped. It’s the only reason she can fly these years later. When I take over, customs like that…”
He grimaced. His father was just on the other side of the house and he was speaking like he had the power to fix the bastard’s mistakes. “There’s nothing wrong with planning your method of leadership, Rhys. Just because your father won’t hear you now doesn’t mean your beliefs will never hold power.”
He pressed a kiss to her hair. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
She preened, snuggling closer, to his amusement. “How amazing?”
“Extraordinary,” he whispered in her ear. “You are extraordinary.”
And all his.
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Hi dear! I really enjoy your writing, and I think you're doing justice to the characters so much I can't stop reading your posts! Keep going! 💕💕May I ask hcs for Albert, Moran and Bond with a s/o who sometimes feels insecure about her small breasts/ flat chest please? Of course if it's alright with you and you're comfortable writing it 🥺💕
STAY SAFE AND HEALTHY HUN U DESERVE IT ❤❤❤
Flat-Chested!S/O with Albert, Moran, and Bonde
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Albert James Moriarty, Sebastian Moran, and James Bonde
A/N: Thank you so much!!! 🥺💞💞💞 Take care of yourself too!!
Warning/s: VERY Suggestive (Sebastian's part and partially Bonde's)
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Albert James Moriarty
He thinks you're the most beautiful woman he ever saw. Every part of you to him was perfect.
He would notice you frowning when a woman would try to flirt with him (even Albert feels uncomfortable), but he didn't think it was because of your chest.
You just couldn't help but compare, especially when they try to show it off to Albert.
The knowing looks they gave you also didn't help. Albert had half a mind to let you fight the one who looked at you up and down and giggled to herself.
Albert just made sure everyone knew he was head over heels for you after that, dancing with only you and never leaving your side.
He would even whisper compliments to you, making you blush and other women envious.
Every time Albert would notice you feeling insecure, he'd give you words of encouragement and kisses to drive them away.
But I don't think he'd notice it was because of your small breasts.
He'd just notice you would have mixed expressions whenever he would buy you a new dress he remembers you eyeing.
Your eyes lit up in a second until you looked at the bust part, making you sigh.
"What's wrong, my dear? Do you not like it?"
"N-No! It's not that! It's just..." you tried to keep a smile, but it was apparent you were glum.
"...I don't think this dress would fit me," Albert raised a brow at your answer, looking at the dress.
"The design... I don't think I'll..." you motioned around your chest, "...fill it up correctly," you dryly laughed, clicking things for Albert, making him frown.
"My dear," he grabbed your hand, pulling you, "Your body is gorgeous the way it is," he smiled as he kissed the top of your head.
"...But don't you think other women with bigger chests look... prettier?"
"No," he answered without hesitation, making you chuckle.
"You're absolutely divine, (Y/N)," he sincerely said as he looked you in your eyes.
"And I assure you, this dress is made just for you. No one could wear it better than you could,"
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Sebastian Moran
You know Sebastian has met numerous women of different body types. He also doesn't shy away from showing how much he loves you and your body.
But you just can't help but feel like you're lacking.
Whenever you go to bars, you see women eyeing Sebastian, and you can't help but compare yourself.
Sebastian would notice you suddenly feeling down as the night went on, suggesting it was time to go home.
Whenever you two would try to do it, he'd notice you trying to cover yourself, turning to your side, or do it with your back facing him. He would become gentle, reassuring you the whole way to make you feel comfortable.
But the nights you weren't really feeling up for it, Sebastian would stop immediately.
Until one day, he decided to confront you about it.
"(Y/N)?" he'd call out in your shared room, seeing you read a book.
"Yes, Seb?" you replied as he sat in front of you, a serious expression on his face.
"How come whenever we have sex, you always-" "-AAAAAAHHHHH!!!" you screamed as you covered his mouth, your face completely red, "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!?"
Sebastian kept a straight face as he removed your hands, "I'm saying, why don't you like looking at me while we're doing it?" he asked, seeing hurt behind his eyes.
Your eyes widened as your heart wrenched, not realizing you were hurting him.
"...I'm sorry..." you sighed, sitting back down, "It's not your fault, Seb. I just..." you covered your chest, "...Don't want you to see my breasts when we're doing... it."
Your face was completely red as Sebastian finally understood.
"(Y/N)," he called out, kneeling in front of you as he kissed you deeply, melting you into the kiss.
"I love you just the way you are," he kissed you on the forehead, his lips trailing down to your cheek and neck, "And that means every part of you," he stopped in front of your chest, leaving tender kisses.
You felt your face heat up as you tried to move your hand, but he grabbed your wrist.
"So don't try to hide it, okay?" he sincerely said as he looked you in the eyes.
He also has other means of showing how much he loved your body when the night came, and he's not afraid to make you see it, one way or another.
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James Bonde
Your boyfriend always sang praises of you, from your talents to your body.
A day never passed by where he didn't make sure you knew he loved you.
But whenever the day ended and seeing James removing his binder so he could breathe, you would just feel a new level of defeat.
He was the most gorgeous man you have ever met, but you couldn't help but feel self-conscious.
You didn't want to say anything, but he would notice a complicated expression on your face when you two unwinded.
He always tried to cheer you up, listening about your day and flirting here and there, but you would always avoid looking at him.
"Angel?" he called out, resting his head on your lap, making you hum in response with your eyes focused on your book.
"Give me attention...!" he whined, grabbing your cheek and making you look at him.
You let out a chuckle as you put down your book and kissed him. You felt him smile against your lips as he kissed you back.
He sat up as his hands started to make their way to your waist, deepening the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
You felt him pulling you closer, making your bodies graze each other.
Your mind started to focus on your chest, making you slowly pry yourself away from him.
"(Y/N)?" he asked, concern on his entire face, "What's wrong?"
You felt your face heat up as you looked away, putting a hand between you and him.
"Sorry, I just... I'm not feeling up for it, I guess," you lied as you crossed your arms around your chest, hoping he would drop the issue.
Bonde frowned as he leaned closer, resting his head on the crook of your neck.
"(Y/N), you're absolutely beautiful. You have nothing to be ashamed of," he reassured, kissing your neck up to your jaw.
"Especially this part of you, okay?" he grinned as he mushed his face on your chest, making you blush and smack him lightly.
He chuckled as he pulled away, putting a hand on your cheek as he leaned in, "So, can I kiss you again? I haven't seen you all day, and I want to recharge,"
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q-ueen-potato · 8 months
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Rising Sun/Reincarnation AU adaptation
Luffy - Nika
Zoro - Enma (at the time, he was a low-ranking demon that Nika Freed and follows out of respect and ambition.)
Nami - Njor (not related to Nika, but instead was abandoned by a different pantheon and was found by a mortal and raised as such. Nika saw potential in her and demanded she join him by Freeing her homeland)
Usopp - Antonio (a mortal prophet that Nika gave the Freedom of Speech and Truth, allowing anything said to become reality, but it's a retroactive power to the world, so it's never really noticeable)
Sanji - Troien (initially a damaged mortal from a noble family. But Nika gave him the Freedom of Movement and now is a God of Hunters and Love)
Chopper - Caeronn (an odd beast that always tried to nurture and help others, despite protests of others and not understanding what was needed. Nika granted the Freedom of Knowledge, Memory, and Reason so he could do everything he desired.)
Robin - Imu (before you get snippy, this makes more sense. Imu decided to join Nika out of personal ambition despite the others' initial protests. Nika allowed them to come along. When they betrayed the crew, Nika Freed them from Divinity and Immortality, leading them to later deception of others)
Franky - Sevvr Jetsm (a natural creator Nika clashed with a few times, granting him the Freedom of Expression. In time, he was deceived by Imu to develop the Great Weapons)
Brook - Whelpül (a Ferryman that lost his mind in isolation. Nika Freed him from the Imposed Duty to allow him to express himself. As gratitude, he became the God of Talent, ingraining skills into ones' very Souls.)
Jimbe - Blüshankl (the First Fishman. Titan of the Depths. He distorted the waves so no one could leave their place of being. Nika Freed him from Loneliness and brought forth new life.)
Law - Hostaal (one of Nika's Rivals that clashed with him because of Freedom of Life meant Freedom of Pain and Suffering. He tries to fix that. He was deceived by Imu to create the Eternal Youth Surgery)
Zuneisha - (Nika's pet elephant. Always protected Nika from Imu's feral leopard)
Okay I really love that and I don't where start so I will talk a bit of each. First of all I need say...I love your ideas and the changes are spot on so...
Zoro: Enma being a low status demon actually works better than he being a high one since start. I really want to keep the 'King of Hell' thing so making him starting from the bottom until the top on the Underwood would give even more impact to Nika's death. To Enma all he got now is because Nika was kind and now he is gone.
Nami:I can't change Njor relation with Nika because this is part of her deity character and has a great influence on this au(like how Bellemere got her and Nojiko in middle of storm). Now, about the abandonment I can see this happening too, now....even though she was Zinabi"s daughter she wasn't part of his pantheon...because she was popular and know by another people so she was part of THIS pantheon...somehow she started losing believers with let her be forgotten on the pantheon an left behind where she is taken care by humans...Nika feel her and save her and the rest is history...
Usopp: first of all, I love the name Antonio(I am Brazilian and this name is popular here so...I love it) . I can imagine the people not believing on Antonio at first just like how people didn't belived in Usopp, Nika probably would have gave his gift when Antonio was telling a story and Niks loves stories so he was there to listen and saw a man with good heart to make this world better.
Sanji: is perfection, I doesn't even know what to say just how to make this more complete...Troien was a 'broken human' to his family. He couldn't walk and his hand are always shaking, one day his father got tired and asked to drown him on the sea. Nika couldn't let this happen as he hears the pray of Troien's mother and blessed Troien freeing his legs and arms asking his grandfather(The god Mar) to guide the man to a Island...
Chopper: the monster that become a SPIRIT of protection? Yes I am in this. Every mythology has a monster and this is not different, Caeronn was a beast that some would says be merciless...but he was kind, Nika saw a creature that should bring fear just wanting to cure...he had to help
Robin: now we got the problem, I really like your interpretation of Robin as Im. I Just doesn't know how this could work? Like we still have Im in canon so would those be two different people or two halfs of the same? Would Im's actions affect how Robin see loyalty?
Franky: Sevvr Jetsan being the one to make the Great Weapons is actually brilliant and I don't know how I didn't thought on this...seriously. Also Sevvr using Nika's blessing to build something he would be against hurts...like being forced to betray a friend..(also the detail of Franky burning the blueprints...the own creator destroying something that should never exist...)
Brook: I have nothing to say about Brook, seriously...this is perfect. This summons perfectly Brook's character..also making him go through loneliness twice is sad.
Jimbe: about Jimbei's name I just need say I loved it. So...him being a kind of titan is amazing and him being responsible of the dangers of the seas is also good. But somehow I just feel the urge to give him a relation to Mar....maybe both created the sea kings? Or something like that....s
Law: let be honest, only Hostaal saw himself as Nika's rival...to Nika they are friends. Hostage having a problem to how Nika sees life is spot on, just yes..also Hostaal being forced to make the Youth Surgery....this was one for the few things Nika and him agreed...this shouldn't exist...immortality is not the answer.
Zunesha: nothing to talk about, just yes. NEED BE THAT
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sword-brainrot · 6 months
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Hello, I am in love of your touken ranbu child headcanon. really give me the warmth in my heart HAHAHA. May ask what happened if the child saniwa has a twin? like they’re both living together with the toudans after their grandparents of parents passed away. And the government had no choice but make them both saniwa or the grandparents/ parents requested them to be the next saniwa.
Very sorry that it took so long for me to do your request (‘~`;). I'm not sure what swords you wanted for this request so I chose some at random but feel free to request this again with different swords! ( ・_・)♡ I always love doing these requests for child saniwa!
Child!Saniwa with Twin Living With Nikkou Ichimonji, Jizou Yukihira, and Akita Toushirou!
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♡ A child? With a twin no less? Oh boy...
♡ It would be a lie to say that Nikkou wasn't a bit hesitant about this ordeal. He was suppose to serve his master's every order... And yet his young masters didn't even reach up to his knee-
♡ The day the two was brought in before him while he was the attendant of the citadel, only to be told this is the new master of the honmaru... Nikkou doesn't show much facial expressions but you could visible see his eye brow twitch at the notion.
♡ This was no longer a master he had to serve.... This was two masters that he would have to raise. How the hell was the Left Wing of the Ichimonjis suppose to take care of children?
♡ The first day was hell for everyone involved. Him trying to show his new masters the honmaru... only for them to run around and him always losing one of them, somehow-
♡ You know those child leashes? Yeah, he invests in them so he never loses them.
♡ You think that would solve all his problems... until they tangle him up and he falls to the ground. Goodbye to the leashes after that because that was so embarrassing.
♡ He actively tries to be a teacher to the saniwas but doesn't truly understand how to give the information at their level and makes them all confused.
♡ Nikkou truly doesn't understand how they don't get the lessons he presents them. He explained it clearly and gave them plenty of details to understand???
♡ Luckily he doesn't have to raise these kiddos alone for too long before the next sword manifests and starts to help out.
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♡ Jizou manifests only to be met with the sparkling eyes of the twin saniwas and an exhausted Nikkou.
♡ How fitting that the first sword they manifest is the sword shoulders the divine protection of Jizou Bodhisattva, the guardian of children, travellers, and those suffering in hell.
♡ Unlike Nikkou, who is all about order and getting the saniwas prepared for their life as the wise sage and protecting history, Jizou takes the time to sit down with them and learn about the twins.
♡ He is always smiling ear to ear as he listens to the twins go on and on about the animals they saw outside and what they colored in their notebooks.
♡ Jizou is 100% the one that actively goes with them and plays with them. They see a frog? Jizou is kneeling down to point it out to the twins and teach them interesting facts that they would be able to remember.
♡ Jizou asking the twins what certain animals sound like and crafting cute songs about animals for the twins to repeat.
♡ Meanwhile, Nikkou is in the kitchen making food and wondering how this is going to help protect history.
♡ The day he sits in on a Nikkou lesson... oh boy, does Nikkou get an earful about how bad it was after. "By the heavens, have you no wit to understand how to teach children, Nikkou Ichimonji?"
♡ It gets a bit tense in the citadel since Nikkou truly doesn't understand what he is doing wrong. Sure human children are smaller and younger than his past masters, but they have to be able to comprehend the lessons all the same, right?
♡ While Nikkou is worried about protecting history and raising the twins so they are prepared for any difficult decision that may come their way - He lacks the understanding of how to raise a child and comes off very strict. Sometimes, even unfriendly.
♡ Meanwhile, Jizou is all about raising the children so they can enjoy their youth and go at their pace. He wants to protect them from all the bad karma in the world. If it was up to Jizou, he would resign them from being saniwas so they never have to face the harsh realities of history.
♡ Jizou and Nikkou never quite see eye to eye. A tense atmosphere lingers between them.
♡ Even so, Jizou always pushes it aside when the twins are around to have a smile on his face and listen fully to what they want to talk about.
♡ Jizou is a very spiritual being and will teach phrases to the children. Such as: "Om! Ha ha ha! O wondrous one, svā‎hā‎!"
♡ Even if they don't understand or have any interest, he makes sure that he will live up to his name and always protect his adorable saniwas.
♡ While Jizou is always active in the twins life, Nikkou is much more distant and closed off. He sees himself as purely a mentor until he can be a warrior for the young masters.
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♡ The next sword to manifest is Akita Toushirou, a tantou who is only a fit taller than his new twin saniwas.
♡ Unlike Jizou and Nikkou, who are very much trying to raise the twins correctly. Akita is also learning about life and shares their curiosity of the world.
♡ He is more so a friend for them to play with. They are always outside playing. From going to the beach, to bird watching, to playing in the dirt, or planting flowers together - They are best of friends.
♡ You know Akita is going in their room for sleepovers. It's a bonus because that means Jizou will also read them a bedtime story, normally some type of poetry that they don't completely understand the deeper meaning... But the thought is what counts!
♡ With a new sword in the citadel; Nikkou takes it upon himself to start teaching Akita swordsmanship.
♡ The twins will quickly realize that their new best friend has suddenly not been around as much to play and find themselves also signing up for Nikkou's lessons.
♡ Jizou is also there to give a watchful eye and make sure Nikkou doesn't overdo it.
♡ As terrible as Nikkou is at giving them lessons on history, or math, or really anything - He is actually an amazing teacher at swordsmanship.
♡ They all get wooden swords and he teaches them how to stand, where to place their feet, adjusting their grip on the sword, etc.
♡ The twins do a great job at preforming the move that Nikkou just showed them? They are getting head pats because he is proud of them but can't express it accurately with words.
♡ Nikkou always coughs nervously into the back of his hand when he catches the gaze of Jizou, who is wearing a proud smile upon his face.
♡ The aura of the citadel becomes more easy going and more like a family. Jizou and Nikkou still don't completely see eye to eye but they are more understanding of one another.
♡ One day, Akita suggested that they draw a picture of the citadel to the twins.
♡ It was not a masterpiece, but it was an adorable stick drawing filled with character and heart. And very very colorful.
♡ In it, the twins were holding Nikkou's hands while Akita and Jizou took hold of their free hands.
♡ At dinner, they presented their drawing to Nikkou and Jizou as they sat down.
♡ Jizou was full of compliments, of course.
♡ But it was Nikkou's expression that told it all. He didn't say a word but his mouth hung open and his eyes wide.
♡ A normally tense face now looked at this colorful drawing like it was the most stunning thing imaginable.
♡ A mischievous smile on Jizou's face as he asked, "Do you like it, Ichimonji-san?"
♡ Clearing his throat, he puts it aside and tells everyone to eat.
♡ The next day, it is hung up for everyone in the citadel to see.
♡ Nikkou actively goes to Jizou to discuss his teaching plans for the twins and how to make it more kid friendly for them to understand.
♡ From investing in child leashes to investing in gold star stickers, Nikkou goes out of his way to change and become someone that the twins would look up to and want to grow to be.
♡ Any activities that Jizou, Akita, and the twins would go together together (like firework shows or the beach), Nikkou is now tagging along and offering to carry the little ones whenever they get tired.
♡ He is still rather dense with raising kids and not understanding their jokes ("Why did the pony get sent to his room?" "Aruji, horses don't have rooms. I don't believe it's wise for them to be in any household room because-" "He wouldn’t stop horsing around!" "...What?")
♡ Nikkou learns how to treasure life in the moment instead of worrying about the future. He is normally the one that takes care of internal affairs and missions but that doesn't mean he doesn't ask for them for their input.
♡ Especially with who is on farm duty, kitchen duty, etc. He allows them to pick whoever they want.
♡ Nikkou never sees himself as the leader of the citadel. He may give the orders for now, but he will forever be the wing to make his masters fly.
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dracwife · 7 months
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happy safeshiptember 2023! i hope everyone has a blast with the prompts<3
ship: a taste of the divine -> dracula/ambroży
word count: 810
summary: safeshiptember day 1: fall weather
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"You aren't a prisoner, you know."
If it were anyone else, perhaps they would have been frightened by the sudden voice. Ambroży, however, was not. Their head turns just slightly, vaguely listening.
"What ever do you mean by that?"
The Count takes a step closer, his hand coming to rest on the other's shoulder. He tries to trace their gaze, longing as it watches over the grounds from the windowsill in which they sat. The fire blazes on the opposite corner of the room, but avoids reflection on the glass as they both now peer out into the night, presumably to combat the chill of the air so high up.
"I mean if you wish to leave, you may."
Ambroży, confused, now moves, spinning so they may face the vampire.
"What a terrible thing to say!"
They stand, though nearly a foot of difference sits between their height. Ambroży's head tilts upwards, brows furrowed as they huff disapproval once more.
"What ever have I done to wrong you, for you to say such things?"
"Nothing at all," The Count's hand brushes their cheek gently, "You simply seemed...Distracted. It is always my worry that those woeful eyes of yours crave something I am afraid I cannot give you. I was simply reassuring that if you wish to leave, you may."
"I don't wish to leave, I --" they pause, their voice lowers, "I simply miss the outside."
Dracula leans down, an assurance that he is listening, and as he hears their words, he smiles in relief, maybe even bewilderment at such a trivial want.
"What is stopping you? Go outside, my dear."
"It's too cold this season, don't you understand? And I don't know these grounds like you, it would be silly of me to even try."
The Count chuckles, how endearing humans could be when they wanted to. He takes a moment, a moment where Ambroży turns back towards the window, only to feel the heavy fabric of their cloak wrap around their shoulders, with gently dangerous hands that tie it in place. The hood is pulled over their head, and a kiss stolen with cold lips as they are led down winding staircases they have come to know so well, and through rooms of all kinds, until finally they reach a rather old wooden door, hinges scarcely in tact after what may well have been decades of little, if any, use. Ambroży has seen it many times, leading from the kitchen but could never quite get it open -- they didn't dare pull the lock too hard, lest they break it, and figured for better or worse that it was nothing more than a spare cellar of sorts.
But the Count opens it easily, as though it were any other door in the castle, and beyond that pulls them through. What lay behind the door, they come to know was not another room, but the garden, a gated little area secluded by trees. They wonder now why they had never noticed it, looking from their bedroom window but at the same time, supposed they never really knew what to look for anyways. They glance about in awe, taking a few steps beyond Dracula's pace, but his long strides quickly bring him besides them once again.
Ambroży smiles, stumbling upon what may have been a table at some point, chairs flipped upwards on it, now covered in ivy, in flora of all kinds, and they tug at the vines that bind them together in amusement.
"You could have just asked, if you wished to simply go outside."
"I didn't want to bother you with such silly whims," their head tilts as they brush dirt and dust off of the table, which at one point was carved from marble, he thinks.
"No need of yours is ever trivial." Though he tries to offer assurance he understands that it was likely in vain. He watches as Ambroży explores the terrace.
"I bet you used to host all sorts of parties here, no?"
"Many years ago, perhaps."
"Oh, I bet it was beautiful then, and -- Oh!"
The Count's attention snaps from reminiscences, for a second he's worried letting someone so fragile loose in the overgrowth was a mistake. But instead of injury, he finds reverence. Ambroży looks up, towards the trees. Moonlight manages barely to peek through the branches, slivers of silver that light the way for their expedition.
"Look," Ambroży points, grinning, "The leaves, they've begun to change color."
Dracula wraps his arms around the human, pulling them close as they gaze there together again.
"It's my favorite time of year," Ambroży leans back into him, "Say you'll help me fix this place up? So I may come out here when I like?"
Ambroży feels the low rumble of a response against their back, "Of course, my love."
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