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batneko · 11 months

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Another look into the Knight and Lord AU! This time, let's see which other roles have been swapped...

Luigi had been… well, brooding was probably the correct term, wandering the grand hall and looking at portraits of kings past. He was examining a ruling queen and wondering if she'd fought for her position or simply been the only available head to put a crown on, when he heard the patter of running feet and the door burst open. From the corner of his eye he noticed Bowser straighten up and his hand go for his sword, but both of them relaxed when they saw the slim figure in yellow and orange barreling down the hall.

“Daisy!” Luigi exclaimed, a second before she grabbed him in a hug. "Oof! You're- Is it good news?"

Her face stiffened as she pulled away. "I missed you. Isn't that good enough?"

Luigi forced a smile. "It's good to see you too."

He tried not to be disappointed. If they'd found something he would have heard before she showed up in person. He knew that, and yet…

"So then why are you-"

Suddenly Daisy stepped past him and stretched her arm out, as if blocking him from view. "Prince Luigi, stay behind me."

"What?" Luigi said. He looked around her shoulder to see Bowser, still standing next to the marble pillar he'd chosen as his leaning place while Luigi brooded, though now with his arms crossed across his breastplate.

"How did you get in the castle?" Daisy demanded. "You're lucky I'm the one who came back, if Peach saw you-"

Bowser ignored her. He unfolded his arms (making Daisy put up her dukes) and pressed one fist against his chest, keeping his eyes fixed dead ahead.

"Sire, your permission to make a patrol?"

He was never that formal unless he was making a point.

"Yes, Sir Bowser," Luigi said. "You're excused."

Bowser bowed, lower than he needed to, and marched past them and out the door Daisy had left standing open.

It wasn't even shut before Daisy leaned over to Luigi and hissed, "Him?"

"Yes," Luigi said simply. "Daisy-"

"You knighted him? You remember who that is, don't you?"

Luigi couldn't stop from rolling his eyes. "Of course I do."

"Why would you knight him? Did he do something like- like saving your life?"

"Actually-"

"Because he probably set it up to get close to you!"

“I asked him,” Luigi said. “Personally.”

“You asked? And he said yes?”

“It’s already been three months, if he was going to try something he’s had plenty of opportunities.”

“He might be getting everyone’s guard down!”

“He’s been nothing but loyal! He saved my life twice!”

“But why him?” Daisy demanded. “Why him, out of all people? After everything he’s-”

“You were gone!” Luigi exclaimed.

For a moment she stared at him, silent. He hadn’t meant for it to come out accusatory, but… it wasn’t exactly wrong.

Luigi swallowed down his feelings and tried to explain things calmly. “My brother disappeared, and the kingdom’s famous heroes are away looking for him,” Luigi said. “I can handle myself in a fight, but I don’t look it. People tend to think I’m a pushover. it’s better for the kingdom to avoid fights, so I needed someone who could stand next to me and look like too much trouble to be worth starting any.”

“So… you wanted a goon?” Daisy said. She, too, was making an effort to keep her voice calm and steady. “You could find plenty of people who fit that description. Why this one?”

“Not a goon,” Luigi said. “Well, not just a goon. I wanted a ‘loyal opposition.’ Someone with a different opinion about the way things should be done.”

“You knighted him to disagree with you?”

“Pretty much,” Luigi said. “As a leader, it’s always valuable to listen to the people that disagree with you. Usually they just want someone else - like themself - to be in charge, or to go back to what they think were better times, but sometimes they have valid points. Sometimes they’re closer to the common people, sometimes they’ve thought of things you haven’t…” Luigi smiled to himself. “Bowser… He cares about this kingdom. He never left, you know? And he could have. But he stayed here, even after being declared an enemy of the crown. He cares more than he hates.”

Daisy shook her head. “If you say so…”

“I do say so,” Luigi said. “And besides-”

He stopped.

“What?” Daisy asked.

“No, it’s nothing. Nevermind.”

“Tell me,” Daisy said, with a smile. “Come on.”

Luigi took a breath. “I kind of feel bad about this, but… After Mario disappeared, Bowser was the first one we looked at, remember?”

“I remember,” Daisy said. “He’d been seen around the city every day, he couldn’t have done it.”

“Yes, and… that got me thinking. Bowser was the most likely person to come for the throne now that only I was standing in the way. If I got him on my side, I’d eliminate the biggest threat and protect myself from the rest in the same move.”

Daisy’s eyes widened. “That is cold.”

Luigi hunched his shoulders. “I’m king now, I have to think practically.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” Daisy said. “And if you’re right and he’s loyal, your plan worked perfectly.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better about it,” Luigi said.

Daisy clapped him on the shoulder, hard enough that it stung. “You’re sure though? I mean, really? You’re certain he’s loyal?”

“Yes, Daisy.” Luigi rolled his eyes. “I told you, he saved my life. Even if it’s only because it would lose him this cushy position, that’s still loyalty.”

“Saving your life is literally the least a knight could do.”

“He does more than that,” Luigi said. He felt himself smiling again. “He’s even started trying to save me from myself, lately. I’ve been working too hard. There’s a lot to do, but… mostly it’s just easier to work than think. The other night, Bowser practically dragged me to bed.”

Daisy’s eyes widened.

“That came out wrong.”

Daisy squeezed his shoulder. “Prince- I mean, King Luigi. Tell me you’re not in love with him.”

Luigi opened his mouth to deny it, but he must have been more tired of this conversation - and the dozen other conversations he’d had like it - than he thought, because what came out was, “Would it matter if I was?”

“Luigi!” Daisy exclaimed.

“I’m serious. Would it make a difference if I was- was giving him unprecedented access to the royal person every night?”

“Luigi!” Daisy said again, but this time there was laughter in it.

“Because you don’t seem to trust my judgment either way.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you…” Daisy said. "I guess… I just can't see myself making the same choice?"

“It was still mine to make.”

“You’re right,” Daisy said. “You’re right.”

They were both silent for a moment.

“So… why did you come back?” Luigi asked. “Not that I’m not happy to see you!” he added quickly. “But you’ve both been sending letters up until now. What changed?”

“It is technically good news,” Daisy said. “We were at a dead end for… longer than I wanted you to know, but we finally picked up the trail again! Peach is trying to gain the trust of some people who might know more, and that’s a lot easier for one person to do than two, so I thought I’d get out of her hair.”

“That is good,” Luigi said. “Then you’re staying for a while?”

“At least a few days. I should check on the house, stock up on supplies, but none of that will take long.”

“Great,” Luigi said, taking her arm. “I want you to tell me everything.”

“Are you sure?” Daisy asked. “A lot of it’s… frustrating.”

“Everything,” Luigi repeated, firmly.

And outside in the hallway, standing next to the door which had never fully closed, Bowser had clenched his fists so hard he was trembling.

Would it matter if I was?

Would it matter

#batfics #bowuigi #luigi #bowser #super mario bros #luwser #bowigi #green shell #sir bowser au #king luigi #princess daisy

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midnightkolrath · 5 months

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Oh boy, its thinking time again.

Though this time, I'm thinking about Mainline Dante and the "Black Sheep" for most fans, DmC Dante. Personally, I don't mind him and he grew on me in some cases. As much of a mess DmC is, playing through it recently after several years....I've seen crumbs of what could've been better than what we were given.

Of course, there's other things about the game that fairly rubs off on hardcore fans and I'm not gonna excuse the bad parts...[ahem] but there's things I like. The world building, parts of the lore....what they were trying to do with Dante as a character in the world setting...alas, I'll probably go on a talk about that stuff another time.

On topic of what I was going to talk about though. I was thinking back on the common reception of DmC and the fanarts of Main Dante beating the shit out of DmC Dante and I got to thinking...what if they actually DID meet each other? Would they respond similarly to these fan vent interpretations accordingly to their characters?

The answer, I think, would be a yes.

Not in the violent and aggressive "I hate you immediately" way, though. For this, I'm going to use DMC5 Dante for Main Dante, for the sake of how I've proccessed this inner question for myself.

For those who've played DmC and know of that Dante (and have paid attention to the story despite the icks), we know he's a fighter. He's been raised in the world that way due to his tragic and shitty upbringing. Same with him having anger issues amongst other things. He shares the impulsive nature Dante used to have back in Pre-DMC1 and DMC3, but cranked up abit.

He'd likely see Main Dante and purposely try to start shit cause he is a little shit like that. He's a teenager who's been through so much shit that he does not meld with people at all at first. He hates authority, is full of spite...yeeeeah....

I think Main Dante would entertain him and be willing to throw down with him because hell, man also loves a good fight and knowing this kid is another version of him? He'd be all over that to see just what the kid's made of.

Though I'd take this fight as Main Dante also trying to help the kid let off some steam, similar to how he handled Nero back in DMC4 when he was steamed and keen to rescue Kyrie and helped him regain a cool head before continuing on his quest.

The big difference between Nero and DmC Dante though, is that DmC Dante has even BIGGER anger issues. He's more violent. More spiteful. Fueled by how much worse he had it growing up. Had to watch his mother's heart get ripped out by Mundus, got seperated from his twin brother and had his memory sealed away....then he also had to deal with being in an orphanage ran by demons, in several foster homes and correction facilities (also, no surprise, ran by demons) so he went through alot of abuse growing up. Its how he knows the usual procedure of being detained and tries to give Kat advice as she's being arrested later on in the game.

He spent his entire life basically having to fight for it with no other choice.

As much of an edgy mess DmC is, it had so much messed up backstory for Dante himself...like aside from all the painfully forced edge of the setting most of the time....I can appreciate what they've molded in the cracks for the setting. Its fucked because the world he's in is fucked.

Anyway. Main Dante would probably let him get so much venting out through fighting, maybe try and try and help him work out his issues. Especially if this is seasoned DMC5 Dante. He's done it with Nero, he would do it again. It'd take alot and I mean ALOT of time I'd feel and I think Main Dante would even snap at DmC Dante over a few things, buuuut....I also feel like it'd eventually simmer down to a mutual understanding. Hell, Main Dante would likely see abit of his Pre-DMC1 and DMC3 selves in him. Kid's just abit more messed up and would need things drilled in more, but it IS stated that DmC Dante has a big heart buried beneath all that he displays. Hell, he shows it a few times in the game. He has a few moments.

I won't try and change minds on how people see him because I know DmC is a touchy subject for most hardcore fans and I get it, but you know. Personally, with it being an alternate reality at this point now that's still recognized by Capcom officially, I see it as harmless nowadays. We got mainline DMC swinging back, so its pretty much just there, haha.

I won't go into powerscaling (because that's a whole other beast of a rabbit hole I don't wanna poke into yet, even if I do think our Mainline Dante would win...the details of it will be thoughts for another time), but considering the circumstances of their characters and how situational it may be.....its just a thought. I dunno, the braincells just decided to think about this topic tonight, lmao.

#devil may cry #dmc devil may cry #leo's DMC analysis #dmc #YUP I'm talking abit about DmC Devil May Cry tonight for once #pardon if I repeat a few times and stumble abit I'm running on low sleep and sickness atm #Might talk more about DmC devil may cry one day but here have some crumbs of thoughts

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hardcoverho · 2 years

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GAME Part 3

Previous part - Part 2

Next part - Part 4

Series Masterlist - GAME

Pairings - Aemond Targaryen x reader

Warnings - Aemond being an asshole, NONCON, forced marriage, degradation

Aemond watched as you sat down at the table beside him, your body wincing as you did. He hid his smirk with a goblet of ale, but couldn't stop himself from putting a hand on your thigh and leaning towards your ear. "How is your cunt?"

You looked at Alicent who was busy talking to Otto and then at the King who was talking to Rhaenyra. Aemond's jaw clenched as your eyes fell on Jacaerys who was looking right at you with longing in his eyes.

Aemond's fingers dug into your thigh. "I asked you a question, whore."

You looked down at your plate to hide your tears. "It-It hurts, Prince Aemond."

He rubbed your thigh, looking right at Jacaerys who could tell that Aemond was touching you. The dark-haired boy's jaw clenched and Aemond could not stop the smirk that came on his lips.

"Nephew," He said and your breath hitched. "I do hope you do not mind me stealing away little lady y/n."

The table hushed and everyone looked at Aemond. You fixed your graze at your plate as Aemond tugged your dress up, sneaking a hand inside. You kept a sob in.

"I didn't know you liked her," said Jacaerys calmly.

"Oh I do," Aemond said, taking a sip of his ale. "An exquisite little thing she is, isn't she?" He chuckled, pressing two fingers on your abused nub. "I have to say, I couldn't stop myself from claiming her."

Jacaerys' jaw clenched, anger obvious on his face. Aemond smirked.

"She was supposed to be mine."

"I was supposed to have two eyes," Aemond said. "But, alas, we don't get the things we want, do we?" He cupped your heat, giving it a firm squeeze.

Before the conversation could turn into a fight, King Viserys jumped into the conversation and steered it away to a different topic. You tugged at Aemond's wrist, trying to get it away from your cunt.

Aemond looked down at your tiny hands trying to move his hand away and chuckled. "Your tiny, fragile hands can't do anything," he said. "Eat your food, little girl."

You tried eating, but the warmth of his hand cupping you could not be ignored. His hand was rough and scratchy after years of dragon-riding and your soft cunt was too sore because of last night. Your breasts throbbed with pain, too.

You forced bites down your throat and then quietly asked the queen to excuse you, which she did with a smile and a kiss on your forehead.

Aemond watched you as you walked away, a promising smirk on his face.

. . .

You curled on your bed, staring at the moon. Your door was firmly locked and you had requested your father to send another guard. He had laughed at it but then agreed when your eyes filled with tears, assuring you that no one would hurt you.

But one person had. And you knew he'd come for you. Your body throbbed with his touch. You knew you couldn't handle more. And you were yet to marry him.

"You're not going to keep me from seeing my bride," a familiar voice snarled. "Get the fuck away."

"Orders, my price," one of the twins said. "Lady Y/N is not accepting any visitors."

Aemond chuckled and you clutched a pillow to your chest in fear. "Not accepting any visitors, is she?" And then he was gone and slowly, your body lost the tension.

He wouldn't be here tonight.

But you knew he would get his anger out on you soon.

. . .

The day of the wedding came and it was nothing but a blur of tears and panic. You were washed and dressed like a doll. Then, suddenly, you were standing in front of Aemond, and the whole Kingslanding was looking at you. You said your vows, feeling as if you were floating out of your own body, but reality came crashing down when Prince Aemond pressed his lips on yours.

You gasped into his mouth and he chuckled as he pulled away. "Now, we can have some fun, little lady wife."

. . .

Your body was shaking as you sat down on his bed, in his chamber, and waited for him to come. Your bit on the tips of your fingers, blinking tears away. Oh, how you wished you could run away. But there were guards everywhere. And you knew Aemond would hunt you down.

You looked down at your lap, wiping your tears away.

And then he came. You felt his gaze on your back but you didn't say a thing. He walked closer, steps causal and light. "Little wife."

He paused in front of you. You looked up slowly.

He leaned down. "What are these tears for?" He asked. "I won't fuck you too hard, my sweet." He smiled and you flinched at the sight. "I'll be nice."

"Really?" You blinked up at him.

He hummed. "Yes." He reached back and undid his eyepatch, throwing it away. You looked at his blue eye, gulping. He looked like a monster from the books your father used to scare you with when you were younger.

He took a few steps back and took off his jacket, throwing it away somewhere. You watched, clasping your hands together to keep them from shaking. "D-Do we have to do it t-today?"

He smirked. "Yes."

You sniffled. "You hurt me so much-"

"And?"

"I didn't - I don't know if I did anything wrong."

He tilted his head. "Do you love Jacaerys, little wife?"

You froze. Ever since you were younger, you had dreamt of marrying him, becoming the queen. You had dreamt of him on top of you, kissing you and making you laugh as he always did. You adored Jacaerys, you wanted him to be your husband.

But instead, you got Aemond.

You took too long to shake your head no, and Aemond's eyes flashed with anger. "I see," he said dryly and took his belt off. "I see."

"Prince-" you stood on your shaky legs. "I-I just - I always thought I'd marry him. I never - I never thought that you wanted to marry me."

He tilted his head. "Why?"

"You...you liked scaring me."

He smirked. "I did. I still do. You look prettiest when you cry." He walked closer to you. "Prettiest when you cry when I red your cunt. I dreamt of spanking it again and again." He wrapped his arms around you. "I dreamt of you begging me to stop," he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "And I dreamt of fucking your abused cunt, making you take it as you cried, and cumming so deep inside of you that you'd never be able to take my seed out. That you drip with it. You feel it whenever you move. "

You gasped, knees weakening. He chuckled, arms tightening around you.

"Prince," you said, your breath nothing but a mere whisper as his lips brushed your neck. "I am your wife...a little mercy, please, h-husband."

"Husband, hm?" He smiled. "You think that will sway me? I think I had made it clear what you are to me, have I not, little wife?" He bit into your neck and you gasped at the pain. "A set of holes."

You cried at the utter degradation, struggling in his arms. "I don't want you!" You struggled more. He watched calmly as you tired yourself out, his smirk getting wider as you grew weaker. When you had completely worn yourself out and could do nothing but let out tiny sobs, he kissed you.

"Oh, how you tempt me, my whore." He kissed you deeply, tasting your tears.

. . .

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tbmunson · 2 years

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From The Outside: 1. George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Notes: If this isn't for you, don't read it. It is 2nd person POV, but also OC.

Summary: You walk into the shop on your birthday and leave with way more than your bargained for.

Warnings: 18 + ONLY! Cheating, Affair, Sex, Drama, Lying, Fighting, Secret Keeping.

WC: 6.6k

Masterlist, Harry Potter Masterlist, George Weasley Masterlist, From The Outside Masterlist.

The Battle of Hogwarts was fought just over a decade ago, not that you were there to remember much. The only thing you could remember about that time, other than what was taught at school, was the bad feeling that hung around for a while and then celebrating your 8th birthday like always.

Ten years later and you were celebrating your birthday the same way. Almost. Your friends replaced your parents on your trip to Diagon Alley. They'd taken you for brunch and the four of you got most of your back to school shopping done. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over everything when the girls decided to call the shopping trip quits.

"Are you sure?" Lydia asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You nodded back and smiled. "Absolutely. I only have one more shop to go in. I can handle it myself." You assured her.

"Maybe she'll find the love of her life and finally leave that Gryffindork alone." Rowan teased from down the nearly empty alley, making you roll your eyes. The tease stemmed from the old school feud between your boyfriend's house, Gryffindors, and yours, Slytherin.

"Andy isn't that bad." You defended, though deep down you knew it was over. He'd seen you once since school let out, not to mention he was supposed to be here now.

"I've got to get the training schedule finished for quidditch!" Had been his excuse every time you'd asked to see him.

Mary Alice rolled her eyes and patted your shoulder. "Whatever you say, Elodie. See you later." She squeezed you before skipping off to join the other two girls.

You watched them disappear around the bend of the walk way before heading towards the only shop you hadn't been in: Weasley Wizard Wheezes. You stepped into the empty shop, a total 180 from when you'd passed by earlier.

"Hi, welcome in!" A man's voice called from somewhere you weren't able to see.

"Good evening!" You called back as you looked at a few things on a display table.

"Can I help you find anything?" The voice asked as a presence settled behind you.

You weren't uncomfortable. Quite the opposite actually. You felt safe in the presence of the man whose face you didn't know. "No, thanks. Just shopping around." You replied, not sparing a glance just yet.

"Just shout if you need anything. I'll be around." He said and you nodded, letting him now you'd heard him. His footsteps sounded, signaling he was leaving you to browse in peace.

You'd made your way around the store, somehow managing to dodge the man whom the voice belonged to, and stood in front of the Pygmy Puffs.

"When my brother and I first bred them, we only got pink and violet. A few years later they started popping out in different colors." The voice stated as the presence settled in behind you again.

You stuck a finger into the cage, letting a black one latch on like it was hugging you. "I think they're absolutely adorable. I've always wanted one but my parents would never allow it." You sighed, pulling your finger back from the creature that now looked to be pouting. You could feel the strangers body coming closer to your own until he stopped just behind you.

"Well, I think that one likes you. What if I just gave you one?" He asked, hand settling on the latch of the cage.

You turned to look at him for the first time, taking in first his brown puppy like eyes, then his crooked smile lined perfectly by small folds in his skin, showing just how much he liked to laugh. You could see he was missing an ear, but you could barely pay attention to it as you took in the bright orange hair spilling from the top of his head. "You'd give me one? Wouldn't you get in trouble?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

He let out a laugh, showing exactly how the lines creasing his skin got there as he shook his head. "I don't think so, love. It is half my shop, after all." He winked at you.

Your heart skipped as the name rolled off of his tongue so easily, stunning you silent. You could only nod as you fought the blush that tried to claw its way up your face. "Oh." Was the only noise you could mutter.

"Mum and dad can't get mad if it was a gift, now could they?" He asked, finger pointing to the small button pinned to your shirt by Mary Alice earlier that day. It's my birthday!

You looked down and shrugged. "They probably wouldn't be thrilled with another mouth to feed." You replied, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked down at the small black puff that was still looking up at you.

The man watched your lip, wishing he hadn't. "Why don't you work here a few days a week. You'll make enough to take care of him, and have extra left over. Plus, you get a discount on everything." He said before he realized he had. They did need some extra help with it being so close to back to school, the shop would be busier than just he and his brothers could handle.

You looked up at him again and nodded. "I can do that." You smiled, unintentionally making his heart rate increase.

"Great. Come in tomorrow morning. I'll introduce you to Fred. That's the co-owner. Ron our younger brother works here too, so he'll be here as well." He smiled, opening the cage and sticking his hand in for the puff that had been eyeing you for the past five minutes. "And you can take this little guy home tonight." He offered the small animal to you.

You grinned wide, taking it gently and brushing your hand over his. You felt the electric shock but tried to ignore it as you cuddled the creature into your neck. "What are we going to name you?" You asked, before realizing the man that just gave you a birthday gift and a job had yet to give you his name. "And what should I call you, other than boss?" You asked, still smiling.

"Oh, right." He chuckled, offering his hand out for a handshake. He was trying to see if he would feel sparks he'd felt just seconds ago. "George. George Weasley." He smiled as you reached out, setting his skin alight again. He knew now he was in trouble.

"Elodie Whits." You grinned and laughed as the small puff made a home in the pocket of your dark overall dress.

George watched the creature nestle in, comfortable, happy. How he longed to be like that again. He had been once, years ago, with a girl he was now married to. Things had changed over the five years of dating and six years of marriage.

Angelina was a wonderful woman, helping when needed. Going above and beyond. Doing everything she could for herself and George. They'd known each other in school, that's where they met almost twenty years ago. She wanted more than George was willing to give her though. She'd always wanted kids, having been an only child. George was the opposite. Having been one of seven, he wanted a few years of peace.

He didn't blame her for wanting it. He had at one point agreed to having kids and they tried, but nothing came of it for a while, which he now thought had been a blessing in disguise. He wasn't sure if or how long the marriage would last. He was just waiting on her to decide.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." He smiled, reaching down to a small cage under the Pygmy display. It was filled with food, treats, and toys. "Everything you need for him. Feel free to bring him to work with you. Seems like he wouldn't want it any other way." He laughed, resting a hand on your lower back to lead you to the front.

"I don't think I'd be able to leave him." You chuckled, petting his head with one finger. You tried again not to let the blush creep up, but you lost the fight this time, a light pink settling on your skin.

"I've just got some paperwork I need for you to fill out before tomorrow." He said, stopping you at the end of the counter and walking around to the register. He grabbed a small stack of papers and handed them over. "Nothing too bad, just the application and whatnot." He added, sending you a quick wink. He noticed the pinky red that covered your face and smiled.

"Thank you." Your voice was small as you took the papers from him. "Have a good night, George. I'll see you tomorrow." You added, turning to walk away.

"Let me lead you out. Gotta lock the door anyways." He said, quickly rounding the counter and settling his hand on your back again.

"Thank you." You said again, smiling a bit bigger at him.

He pushed the door open, allowing you out of it. "Have a good night, love."

"You too." And with that you walked away from the shop, smiling to yourself, wondering what you'd just gotten yourself into.

***

It had been two weeks since that day. Two weeks since you'd met George. Two weeks since he'd given you a birthday gift. Two weeks since you started working for him. In that time you'd met his brothers and his wife. She didn't seem to like you very much, the little that she saw of you. You had barely spoken to her seeing as she only popped in from time to time so you couldn't be sure why. Maybe she knew George had given you the Pygmy puff you always carried around in your pockets or on your shoulder. Maybe she'd caught your longing stares on him while he was putting up a new display. Maybe she didn't like the way the two of your laughed and joked through the day. Maybe she knew you had a crush in her husband.

You still smiled and greeted her everyday you worked: Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday, just like you did with the rest of them, then avoided her for the time she stayed. Today was no different than any other, aside from the fact that Ron had gotten sick half way through and wasn't able to stay and do inventory like every Saturday night. George offered so casually to teach you, you didn't think anything of it. Once you found out he was married, you'd assumed he had no interest in you and that the events of your birthday were just him being nice.

The store had been closed for close to an hour now. You and George were just about finished with inventory. You'd been up on a stool, counting some of the top shelf items and relaying the numbers to George. You were on the last one now, the snack boxes that were kept on the top shelf to prevent kids from getting into them and eating them.

"I count 27." You stated, moving to stand straight, but losing your footing. You squealed as you felt yourself falling. Only you didn't hit the ground.

George had been standing close enough to catch you, arms wrapping around you, pulling your chest to his. "Careful there." He said, brushing some hair away from your shocked face. His finger ran over your cheek as you smiled up at him.

"Thank you." You blushed, hiding your face in his chest, making him chuckle a bit.

He kissed the crown of your head as he rubbed your back before he realized what he was doing.

You looked up at him, trying to read his intentions. You were usually good at that but tonight you questioned yourself. He was married, you reminded yourself as your lower lip settled between your teeth.

George couldn't stop himself. He reached a hand up, gripping your chin lightly and tugging your lip from your teeth with his thumb. "You've got to stop doing that, love." He mumbled, looking from your lips to your eyes. "It drives me insane."

You blinked at him a couple of times, speechless.

"Maybe insanity is the reason I want to touch you so badly..." He squeezed your hips, making you release an involuntary squeal. "Maybe it's the reason I think you want to touch me, too."

You whined and reached up, resting your hand on the side of his face. "You're not insane, George." You whispered, fingers tracing lightly over the stubble on his jaw.

He chuckled as your faces gravitated closer to each other. "Maybe we both are." He said in a low voice, making you whine as his nose brushed yours. "Tell me to stop." He whispered, eyes closing on their own.

"I don't want you to." You couldn't hide the want and need that laced your voice. You craved him so badly. Your bones ached for him.

The gap between your mouths closed, though it wasn't clear which one of you did it. It didn't matter anymore. The feeling of your lips molding together was so much better than you'd thought it would be. His hands rested on and squeezed your hips while your arms hung around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You felt his tongue slide over your bottom lip and immediately gave him the access he was looking for.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring every inch as he backed you up against the wall. His hands fell from your hips to grope your ass, pushing and squeezing roughly.

You whimpered as your fingers disappeared into his beautiful orange hair, tugging at the roots.

His mouth detached from yours and planted kisses down your jaw and to your hairline where he nipped and sucked, branding you as his.

"George, baby." You begged, hands falling and clawing lightly down his back.

He pulled away and looked down at you. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He stepped back, leaving you cold, chilled to your core. He dug the heels of his hands into his eyes as he tried to snap himself back into reality. Only this was reality.

You pouted a bit and stepped up to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. You were both guilty of the same things. "I shouldn't have let you. But I did. I wanted it. We don't have to talk about it again if you don't want to. I won't tell anyone." You promised, hand slipping down to rub his back.

"We can't do it again." He said, reaching out to fix your hair.

You nodded, agreeing.

The agreement between you two proved difficult in the coming weeks. You longed to touch him again, feel him against your skin. You knew how wrong it was, imagining him pinning you to his chest while his lips kissed down your neck, especially as you worked the register next to his wife. You didn't think it would be an issue since he wouldn't look at you for more than a few seconds at a time, at least that's what you noticed.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of you, as long as you weren't looking at him. He imagined himself holding you again. Sweeter, softer than before. He thought about what it might have been like to have you in his bed at night to hold and kiss. What it would be like to make you laugh again. It was all things that didn't happen anymore in his current relationship. He missed it.

Now that you knew how to count inventory you and George were together most Saturday nights, freeing Ron from the responsibility. You'd count the store front and he would count the storage room, keeping yourselves separated. It was the best way.

Today had been particularly busy, kids running around, mixing items on shelves. You'd spent the first half hour trying to straighten things up before you could even begin counting, so you were behind.

"Storage room is good. How's it going out here?" George asked, emerging from the basement.

You looked over at him, exhaustion in your eyes. "I've barely started. Everything was everywhere, Georgie." You didn't mean to let the name slip, especially with that whining tone, but you couldn't take it back now.

He nodded and smiled at you. The name was the confirmation he'd been looking for. He'd spent the last month wondering if you were mad at him, upset, repulsed. He knew now that you weren't. "That's alright, love." It had been the first time he called you anything other than your name since the kiss.

Your stomach flipped in the best way as you walked up to him. Exhaustion or boldness, you weren't sure which was the reason you decided to say what you said next. "You don't know what you do to me when you call me that, Georgie." You bit your lip instinctively as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

He grunted slightly, fighting himself. He wanted to reach out, pull you into him. He wanted so badly to kiss you again, but he knew he shouldn't.

"I know it shouldn't do the things it does. It's only a name. A simple word. Yet, it pulls me deeper and deeper into you. I know it's wrong. I have a boyfriend. You're married for Merlin's sake." You let out a bitter and exasperated laugh. You were so close to him now. You could feel the way his breath fanned across your face.

His mind was all over the place all at once. You were taking over his mind, taking over his senses. How pretty you were. How good you smelled. What your lips felt like against his. The sound of your laughter. The way you tasted that night. He was consumed by two things. You and guilt. Guilt that he craved you more than anything on the planet. Guilt that you were the one invading his thoughts at night while he laid next to his wife. He needed you.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you into him, hesitating for only a second before smashing his lips onto yours once more. He groaned into your mouth as you pushed your hands up his chest, wrapping them around the back of his neck to bring him closer. The kiss was a clashing of teeth and tongue, pure need and lust.

You whined at the the way his hands sank under your ass so he could hoist you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the basement door. You detached your lips from his to kiss around his neck, careful not to leave any marks on him, although every part of you wanted to.

"If you don't stop me, I won't stop." He mumbled, as he reached the landing of the creaky steps.

You pulled back to look at him, taking in his lust blown eyes. You were sure yours were in the same state. "Does it look like I want you to stop?" You reached out, popping the top button of the patterned dress shirt.

"You're a little minx, you know that?" He growled, hands slipping back up your body.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from his. You were drinking in the way he seemed consumed with you, hoping he was because you were with him. Every thought you had, he was in the background of, looming.

He sat you on the table meant for opening boxes and stood between your legs as you finished opening his shirt. "If we do this, love, no one can know. And we can't do it again." He held your chin in his hand, looking into your eyes with an intensity that made you melt.

In this moment, you wanted nothing more than to be his dirty little secret. "Never again." You nodded, giving him the most innocent eyes he'd ever seen.

He groaned as his shirt fell to the ground. "No marks." He added, hands resting high on your thighs, under your skirt.

"Yes sir." You gasped, fighting the urge to scratch over his freckled skin. "Please touch me." You whispered as your hands fell to his hips, gripping at his belt loops.

He licked at his lips as his hands pushed higher until his fingertips were brushing against the damp lace of your underwear. "Shit. You really want this then?" His finger trailed up and down your covered slit, pressing lightly against the bundle of nerves.

You moaned and nodded. "Yes. Yes please. George, I need you." You begged, hips rolling on their own in search of friction.

"I know, I know darling." He cooed, removing one hand to rest on the back of your head and guide your lips to his. His other hand rested on your hip, pulling you to the edge of the table before bunching your skirt around your hips. "Green. How could I not have guessed." He chuckled, dipping his fingers into the waistband and tugging them off.

"House pride, Mr. Weasley." You smirked, moving your hands to work his pants open.

He smirked, running a finger through your folds. "I can see the ambition and determination." He leant down and kissed your neck as your hand slipped down to rub him through his underwear. "Feel what you do to me, love?" He asked, nipping at the skin hard enough to be felt but soft enough not to leave a trace.

"Fuck, yes." You groaned as he circled your clit with his thumb while his fingers teased your entrance. Your eyes closed and you sighed as he pushed them into you. "Feel so good." You whined, one hand holding the back of his neck while the other slipped into his boxers to really feel him. You moaned out as your hand ran down his full length.

He knew he should feel bad, but he didn't. He couldn't. Not when it felt this good. "I want to see you, love. Can you take that shirt off for me?" He asked, pulling away from you.

You pouted and watched him lift the fingers that had just been inside of you to his mouth before wrapping his lips around them. "I'll do anything you want me to do." You said, mesmerized by the sight. You gripped the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, exposing the matching bra to him.

Foreplay was something none of the guys your age were good at, given they even tried it, which was not very often. They were never like this.

"When is the next time you'll see your boyfriend?" He asked, lining the edge of the cup, flicking his gaze from there to your eyes.

"School. He's too worried about quidditch drills." You answered, slightly confused by why he was asking.

He nodded and reached behind you, unclasping your bra, but holding it. "This okay?" He asked, eyebrow raised as he waited.

"Yes." You answered with a nod.

He let go, letting the article fall down your arms until you allowed it to fall to the floor. "So beautiful." He mumbled, reaching out to push you gently until you were laying down on the table. "Still want me to touch you?" He asked, hands running up and down your torso.

You whimpered and nodded. "Please."

His hands pushed up your body, grabbing onto your breasts and pinching your nipples between his fingers. He smirked before bending down and taking one into his mouth.

You gasped at the feeling, eyes rolling back into your head. "George, fuck." You couldn't understand why these minimal touches had the largest effect on you. You were aching for him.

"Is that what you want?" He asked, looking up at you, warm breath fanning over your saliva coated nipple before he latched onto the soft skin, leaving his claim.

You whined, so turned on by how simple it all seemed to be in this moment, everything else forgotten about. "Yeah. I want you to fuck me." Your eyes were half lidded, looking down to connect to his.

He growled, dropping his head once more. He bit at your collar bone, sucking a dark bruise there as well as his hands worked to push his pants and boxers down before he stood up straight.

You looked down at him, taking in his body before settling your eyes on his cock. He was bigger than you thought he'd be, not that you thought he was small. He was definitely above average. You watched closely as he gripped himself at the base, moaning when he slid his tip from your entrance to your clit then back down.

"You ready, love?" He was already pushing in slowly, watching you crumble under him.

You nodded, unable to form words due to the pleasure flooding your body.

He set a near teasing pace. He wanted to savor this. It was the one and only time, after all. Right?

You reached out, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers with his as his pace increased bit by bit. His free hand moved to rub at your clit, matching the mild pace. You were a mess of moans, whines, and gasps with your eyes mostly closed. "Feels so good." You were breathless as you spoke, free hand grabbing at your chest.

"So wet baby. You ever been touched like this before?" He asked, making you think more than you thought you could.

You shook your head. "They don't know how." You answered, feeling the building pressure in the pit of your stomach. It was a feeling no other man had brought you before.

"Who doesn't, love?" He was bent over you now, hand resting next to your head, still laced with your own.

You squeezed his hand as your brows knitted together. "The ones my age. Don't know how to touch me like you do." You moaned, reaching a hand up to pull him down to you. "Don't fuck me like you do." You pressed your lips to his, feeling the impending orgasm pushing full steam ahead.

"Scream for me, love. Tell them who can make you feel this good, hm?" He urged, picking up his pace as he felt you tightening around him.

"George! Oh George yes!" You yelled out as the coil that had been tightening snapped in two, flooding all of your senses with him

He spilled into you, groaning and giving you everything as he bit down onto your shoulder, making you scream a bit louder at the pleasure caused by pain.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, only the sound of your breathing echoing around the room.

A million thoughts ran through your head, but you couldn't speak any of them.

"You're amazing, love." He brushed your hair back and pressed his lips to yours one more time before standing and finally pulling out of you. He wanted to apologize, not because of what the two of you had done, but because you couldn't do it again.

"You're not so bad yourself." You smiled, stuck in the after sex haze. Once you were dressed you wrapped your arms around him from behind. "I'll see you on Monday." You mumbled before rushing around him. You knew you'd be too weak if you looked at him.

"See you Monday, Elodie." It hurt him to say almost as much as it hurt you to hear.

You nodded and ran up the stairs, not looking back.

The next day was spent in your bed, fingers tracking over the claim he laid on your collar bone, thinking about him. Thinking about what Monday would bring.

You walked into the shop, waving at the two gingers that were setting up the displays. "Morning Ron, Fred." You smiled as you made your way past them.

"Morning! I heard about Saturday night." Fred said, standing up straight.

You froze and turned around, slightly panicked. "Yeah?" You asked, nausea causing your stomach to churn.

"Yeah, I didn't realize how bad it was. George said the store was a mess. Said it took over an hour to straighten up in here, much less count. Next time it's like that I think we'll all stay." He said with a curt nod.

You sighed, relieved that he was only talking about inventory. "Yeah, it was something else." You chuckled, pushing a hand through your hair.

"Glad it wasn't me. They make me do it alone." Ron said, popping his head from behind the display, making you laugh.

"You would have been here until noon on Sunday." You joked, continuing your walk to behind the counter to sit your bag and Alfie, the Pygmy puff's cage, down in your cubby.

The boys laughed at the joke before going back to doing what they had been before.

You looked up in time to see George coming down the stairs.

"Good morning, El." He greeted you, a gentile smile on his face. Maybe this would be less awkward than you initially thought.

"Good morning." You smiled back, resting against the counter as Alfie climbed up your arm to settle onto your shoulder.

"Morning." The sharp voice belonged to a very annoyed looking Angelina, descending just behind George. "It was bad Saturday, huh?" She raised an eyebrow at you expectantly.

You nodded. "Yeah. It was a mess in here. Every time I thought I had everything where it went, something was missing, or it had been hidden where it shouldn't have been." You replied, which wasn't a lie. You'd found things hidden in boxes and bins and under displays. Only you hadn't counted anything.

"Told you. We were here until after midnight trying to sort it out." George stated, stepping onto the landing and gesturing to the store that was in perfect condition.

However, that was a lie. The store closed at 9:00 and you'd walked out teary eyed around 11:00. You were left to assume that he stayed and actually counted everything once you left. You felt bad about leaving, but there was no way you could face him after that. Not that soon.

Angelina scanned you, looking for anything obvious but found nothing.

That's how the mornings went that week, warmth from George and ice cold from Angelina, though you couldn't blame her for having her suspicions, mainly because she was right. You also couldn't bring yourself to feel bad about it either, seeing as George was getting the worst of it. You wondered what it was like for him at home if she was the way she was at work.

Saturday came, much calmer than the last, so again, it was you and George left to do inventory, much to Angelina's dismay. She'd stormed out at about ten til nine, leaving you and George alone to lock up and count.

George wasn't blind. He could see the way his wife's attitude was irking you. "Love, what's wrong?" He asked, coming to stand behind you as you put Alfie in the cage to start your work. He put his hands on your hips and watched you smile as he pulled you into him. "You can tell me." He whispered into your ear, letting his lips lightly brush over them.

You shuttered with chills at the sensation. "I don't like her being rude to you. I don't mean to overstep because it's not my business and she obviously has every right to be cautious, you know, considering, but she is being just nasty to you." You answered as his hands slipped from your hips to around your body, locking you against him.

He chuckled, vibrating your back gently. "Considering I'm here, holding you, thinking about what we did last weekend for probably the hundredth time, I think maybe I deserve it a bit... Tell me, love, have you thought about it?" He swayed you gently from side to side as you nodded.

"All the time, Georgie. Can't get it out of my head." Your eyes grew heavy with lust and want and need as his hands trailed your body, dipping into the waistband of your skirt.

He latched his lips onto your skin behind your ear, creating a mark there, which caused you to whimper. "If we get inventory done quickly, we can do it again. I can't stay away from you like I thought I could. I'm foolish for even thinking I could." He confessed, squeezing you a bit tighter.

And the two of you did. You repeated the process every Saturday up until the last one, just before you left for school. You'd also managed to fall back in the routine of laughing, talking, and joking through the shift. Everything felt so good with each other once again.

It was your last day before you had to get ready to go back to school and George had brought you up to the office to talk to you about working winter break. "I figure you have off the week you get back from school, then if you're okay with it, work Monday through Saturday. We're going to be insanely busy and the less new hires, the better." He shrugged, looking over a few papers so casually, acting as if he wasn't the cause of your three orgasms and shaking legs.

You nodded at him, nearly jelly in the chair. "Yeah, I can do that. I'll get to see more of you." You smiled, making him do so as well.

"I'm going to miss you and I'll write when I can. Just, don't write back, love." His eyes fell at the end, reminding you why exactly you shouldn't write back.

You nodded and stood on weak legs to walk over to his desk. "I know. I won't." You said, settling on top of the desk where he'd just finished fucking you not ten minutes ago. "If you can't write either that's okay too." You reached out and put your hand on his just as a knock came at the door.

Your eyes widened as you scrambled to make your way back into the chair rather than the top of the desk.

George rose quickly, straightening himself as he walked to the door, giving the room one last look before opening the door and sighing. "Oh, hey. Come in." He stepped out of the way to reveal his twin's smiling face.

"Just came to see our best employee off. George talked to you about winter break, yeah?" He asked as he walked into the office.

You smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah, we were waiting on you but it got late. I'll start the Monday after I get back here and work until the Saturday before we go back there." You said, crossing one leg over the other. The move had a cool breeze flow up your skirt, reminding that you had yet to find your underwear. You sat up straighter, on edge almost.

"Yeah, that sounds great." Fred said as George settled back into his seat. Fred looked around the room, eyes catching on something he was sure was not meant for his eyes.

George could see the look on his brothers face and knew immediately what was happening. He followed his line of sight to the black lace that was hanging over the edge of the pot containing the large plant in the corner. Shit.

You could see the panicked look in George's eyes. "Well, I'm gonna head out. I've got to pack and get ready. Got a long trip in a few days." You chuckled awkwardly, standing and straightening your clothes out.

George stood again and cleared his throat. "I'll, uh, I'll walk you out." He came around the side of the desk and opened the door for you.

"See you in a few months, Fred." You waved, following George's direction.

Fred waved back with a quick "See ya."

George closed the door and lead you down the stairs silently, which worried you. He stepped onto the landing and looked back up at the office door. "He saw them." He said simply, making your heart sink.

You paled, eyes going wide. "I- we looked everywhere. He was in there for two minutes. He couldn't have..." you shook your head, gripping the fabric of your skirt to ground yourself.

George let out a dry laugh. "That's Fred for you. I'll talk to him. Don't worry, love." He assured you, placing his hand on your lower back as he walked you to the door. "I'll miss you, really." He rested his hand on the knob as he looked down at you.

You met his gaze and had a better feeling. "I'll miss you too, Georgie. Write me soon." You added, resting a hand on his chest.

He nodded and bent down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. Fred had obviously figured it out, so keeping it from him was the least of his worries. "I will. Have a good night."

You nodded and walked out of the door, leaving George to go face his brother alone.

After a moment he made his way back up the stairs and opened the office door to see Fred leaning against the desk, one arm folded over his chest, the other bent at the elbow with the black lace dangling from his finger.

"Probably should have given these back to her, you know?" He said in a monotone.

George ignored him, moving to sit in the chair once more, starting at his brothers back.

"Really, George. What are you thinking? Obviously I can't tell anymore." Fred stated, turning and dropping the fabric on the desk and settling his hands on the edge as he leaned on it.

George looked up at him and sighed. "I- ever since I told Angelina that I don't think kids would be a good idea right now, she's been cold. Distant. We haven't had a good moment together in almost two years, Fred. I just- I wanted some happiness." George had told his brother all about his relationship with his wife, but never that he was unhappy.

Fred was a bit shocked. He nodded and settled in across from his brother. "And Elodie. Screwing her makes you happy?" He didn't mean it as harsh as it sounded. He truly was trying to understand.

George sighed and leaned back in the seat. "It's more than that. We talk and laugh and get to know each other. She's more than some girl I'm banging. She makes me happy. She makes me feel like I used to."

Fred nodded, knowing that was true. When it was the four of you in the shop he was happy, laughing, playing around like when they first opened the shop. When Angelina showed up, it was as of his mood switch immediately. He would do what needed to be done and that was it. "I know, but that doesn't make it okay. I won't say anything to either of them, and I'm fine with her continuing to work here, but I trust you to make the right choices."

George sighed, shaking his head. "I don't know if I trust myself to." He stated, eyeing the lace that sat in a crumpled pile on the shiny wood of the desk.

Fred stood and nodded. "I believe you can. Try." He said, leaning over to pat his brothers shoulder.

George nodded, knowing he couldn't lie to his brother. He would have to actually try and keep away from you. "I will."

#george weasley x reader #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley x oc #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley smut #george weasley #george weasley series #george weasley x slytherin!reader #harry potter universe #harry potter fan fiction

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fictionkinfessions · 2 months

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For post canons I suppose I can share one of my favorite post-fontaine story mems.

My assesment for becoming a Harbinger. It was a few years after fontaines canon. I think Traveler was in snezhnaya at the time, though I can't say if it was during its arc or after.

Harbinger assesments were part of the Fatuis annual gathering to test the harbingers, adjust rankings within, ect. Which meant Lynette and I got to fight as many Harbingers as we could get through. I remember details about each fight we faced, but One of them was my favorite.

My fight with Tartaglia. Now my Fontaine Arc was rather divergent, Tartaglia was handled differently, and we had gotten into a rather abusive relationship during his months there. Tartaglia of course denied it for years, and I have no memory of him ever coming to his senses about it, even after Aether stopped speaking with him.

Needless to say I used our required fight to get some much craved revenge. While even years later of no contact, he was still so angry, and thought he could finally "shut me up". Though I suppose I did decimate his reputation by being open about it ;p Even got him banned from returning to Fontaine by the Fatui. (the Fatui informed the court that should Tartaglia be seen he is to be sent back to Snezhnaya immediately, your boyfriend being the head of meropide certainly helped in ensuring fontaine complied with the request.)

Tartaglia was so blinded with rage during our battle that he gave up all his advantages inorder to go straight to his strongest form, foul legacy. And doing so was his downfall, as he lost all his movement and speed advantage over me, allowing me to get good range and just absolutely decimate him. It's surprisingly easy to overwhelm foul legacy with attacks too fast for the heavy form to retaliate against.

I did the other Harbingers a favor by putting him out of commision for a few days according to Father. He would apparently beg every other harbinger to fight until they taped his mouth shut every year.

I still think its funny that I was so ready to finally give him a taste of his own medicine that I completely forgot that Lynette was supposed to be fighting with me (as she counted as part of my ability, like dottores clones, or sandrones primary puppet).

Though Pierro should be grateful I forgot about that, or else he'd have more harbingers to replace. I could keep myself from killing him, but nobody stops Lynette when she wants to kill. Pierro just seemed very confused when Father and I mentioned that to him.

The other fights were all realy fun- Lynette being allowed to go all out is truly a terrifying sight. With the speed she has you'd think her vision were electro. Ever seen a woman of her stature cut through over a foot of solid metal before you could blink? She nearly distracted me in that fight when she did that- I know I was technically stronger than her, but I didnt take "you're allowed to kill eachother" as an invitation. (Sorry that she almost killed you btw Sandrone.)

And yet despite Lynettes terrifying speed- You would never think it. But Pulcinella? Even faster. That fight was over before we could really even get started. No Old Man should be allowed to be That Fast I swear. So of course, being defeated by Harbinger no.5, We were placed in seat 6. Ofc I held the title officially, and Lynette was just my primary assistant, but we were treated as a duo of harbingers by everyone anyway, even though I was the only one who got the big Harbinger jacket >:)

I don't think I'll ever remember future assesments, as my initiation is obviously the most important one. But I wouldn't mind getting more memories of fighting Tartaglia during them. Because the one in this timeline certainly deserved it.

While I'm here of course. Thank You, Pierro. For making sure I was comfortable. I get the feeling the other harbingers hated Tartaglia enough they wanted an excuse to remove him, and just didnt want to deal with the headache of removing him themselves- He was more trouble than he was worth after Fontaine if my hunch is right (truly a downside of delusions, hm?) And even if your kindness was only because of that, it is still very much appreciated.

~Lyney 🕯♟

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lost-technology · 1 month

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Found another person blocking my blog, but this time I know why. I tried to dry-reblog some thoughtful commentary from them as an experiment, not knowing if they knew or cared about this blog connected to my wider Internet name, but apparently they do. You see, (name un-disclosed) was a person I knew in the old guard fandom about 20 years ago and had a lot of fighting with. It was basically a situation where a toxic former friend drew me into fighting with this entire group of friends and my stupid shenanigans landed me on Fandom Wank, where this person was among one of the main posters. (Hypocritical cyberbulling place if you ask me, but whatever). It confirms that they remember me and aren't willing to forgive. It's okay. It's not like I wanted friendship with them, I just thought they had an insightful post and was just curious. I mean, I actually had found out their tumblr handle from seeing them around Ao3 again (resurrected fan), but hadn't looked it up and didn't block it. The fact that they preemptively blocked me - went through that trouble tells me all I need to know about held grudges and now they are blocked from my main just for the sake of me not seeing their posts and forgetting / accidentally trying to reblog them. (Nothing personal, just respecting their apparent want of no contact and the works of managing main blogs and side blogs on this site). I feel kind of sad because we won't know how each other have changed. I have quite a bit. I have grown away from Church and have divested myself of past bigotries, for instance. I'll never be able to mea culpa enough for that shit , but I don't think anyone really wants me to - just press on and press forward and don't make a big deal of it. I have gotten a lot of help psychiatrically. I'll always be as bipolar as fuck, that's just my brain, but at least it's managed now, but I understand why people would want to shy away from that, especially if they were former Internet contacts who got the brunt of my moodswings and mayhem before knowledge of the condition and treatment. (I can still be pretty bad now, actually, but I was worse 20 years ago). I don't know. I guess I'm a bit sad because I saw "Oh, person from my past, I wonder what and how they're doing now - hopefully they've had a good life. Hopefully they've had as many positives as I have or more." And of course, there was that hope that they'd forget me entirely because The Bullshit happened 20 years ago and people on the Internet rarely have long memories. There is exactly one person from my Trigun Fandom Past that I would be likely to block on sight if I saw them again, but maybe... not even then. I'd look them over and if I felt like I still couldn't trust contact with them again in any way, perhaps I'd give them an explanation of the mistrust, and it being entirely on my end (not a judgement on the person they've become). I think that will happen now, should That Person ever find me. I guess I can think of it as kind of being like my relationship with my older brother. Growing up there was stuff I don't want to even talk about going on between him and I in terms of him being unstable and abusive. Granted, he and I share a disorder, but it was never an excuse - and yet, last Spring, I got to go back across the country and visit my family. In visiting him in particular, I dragged a cousin along as a "buffer," even though everyone was telling me that he'd mellowed out over the years. Indeed, I saw him and I'm glad I did, because... he has. He has, over the last 20 some odd years become more introspective, reflective and he apologised to me for his past treatment of me. I took it as sincere. He just had a manner to him of This Guy Has Mellowed Out and Made Change. It was nice to see. Running into Ghosts of Fandom Past kind of made me think of that. If we ever did talk to each other, putting aside the past, how much change in each other would we see? I want to know how life's been treating you.

#personal #past trigun fandom

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aubcde-grynoth · 3 months

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@abovexhorizons asked:

"I suppose... Until we get out of this "Skydom", we'd be better off sticking with a group that knows what they're doing." They were waiting by the airship gates, eyes cast out to the endless sky ahead of them; they'd wounded up stranded in this town by pure chance, yet it seemed fate hadn't wanted Isa nor Rika to leave. That was, of course, until the man in the giant suit of armor appeared; a knight, from the looks of things, with a scythe dipped in terror. It didn't take much for Isa to tell it was scaring the Kitsune out of her companion. Thus, then, it was only natural they'd stick with him; if others wouldn't approach him, they'd be safe; and perhaps he'd know a way for them to get an airship of their own. Or a crew looking for an extra set of hands.

"Excuse me, Ser Knight? I'm wanting to get an airship to leave here; preferably as a Skyfarer, with my companion as well. We've been stuck here a spell, you see..." Isa didn't want to divulge too much towards a stranger; least of all their strange predicament of just how they got here, not yet. She doubted anyone would believe her if she said anything anyway. At least her father couldn't follow them here; or so Isa hoped.

A knight...? Him?

Now that was an odd thought...Vaseraga didn't really think he looked the part of a dashing hero like Siegfried, or a noble champion like Lancelot...But, he supposed some people might have their own, unusual definitions of the term.

"I'm afraid I can't help you. I've only just arrived on the island myself for a solo job; I can talk to the Captain of the Grandcypher about your circumstances after, but that's assuming you're willing to be patient. Heh, didn't even know I came off as a knight, with how ominous I look..."

...Though, soon enough, the gears in his head had begun to turn. These two did remind Vaseraga of the Captain and Lyria, to a degree...They were only missing a "Vyrn" to have the resemblance be more uncanny. Though...While it did feel a bit odd to consider this, if he could employ them to make his job go quicker, then they could speak to the Captain sooner.

And knowing them, they'd be all too willing to help, too...So, both parties stood to gain from this, so while the choice was obvious to the Draph warrior...He'd let the two decide their path for themselves.

"...Actually, belay that thought for a moment. Let me make you two an offer, and allow me to introduce myself. I'm Vaseraga, and as you've probably surmised from my words by now, I'm currently affiliated with a crew and airship. If you help me with my job, we can explain your circumstances to the Captain faster, and you can tell them to drop you off wherever you like. Our target is a Goblin Warrior leading a warpack of lesser Goblins, holed up in a ruined fort on the island. We're to exterminate every last individual due to the threat they pose to the port here, and while I could handle it alone... I admit I'd feel a bit better having backup. Especially the kind that can keep me from pushing my body too hard...We both stand to gain from this arrangement. I'll let you talk to your friend about it, but if you can fight, I'll feel even better about asking for your help."

#{open your maw - the feast awaits! | ic}#abovexhorizons

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speckledsolanaceae · 1 year

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4, 7, and 13 for the lads, please!

Answers under cut!!

4. When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

Wuld: He freezes. Fawning doesn't work for him, because it's not easy to ingratiate himself to someone already intent on killing him—because that's what scares him. (There have been two alternative circumstances aside from what Loezia puts him through where Wuld has been scared: once by the wolf howls in Yaewur, once when that birch Fucked Him Up).

It would make sense for him to flee, and I think he would as a first resort if he hadn't been a slave for the majority of his life. Where was he supposed to escape to, and how? It's baked into him.

Fighting is not an option because his enemies are almost always in greater number.

So he freezes, and he tries to grasp the situation as best as he can, and then, if he sees an avenue, he'll use one of the other options. Sometimes he fawns in the only way he's capable in that moment. Sometimes he flees after he gets his brain in gear. He might fight.

Loezia: I'm trying to recall if Loezia has ever been personally scared. He's been scared for others before, but almost never himself. If we're branching out, his typical response to, say, confrontation or hatred is to fawn in some way, which we've seen primarily in Geran, wherein he's trying to defuse someone else's discomfort by agreeing, or disengaging, or whatever else he can do to get out of the situation. He usually does this in the least offensive manner possible, unless he's up against a teenager, in which case he acts a little different.

But if we're talking in hypotheticals . . . Like what Loezia would do if he were scared in any given situation, I think he would fight. Most of all because he's drilled and trained for it to be reflex. If that doesn't work he'd fawn. Fawning is usually a follow-up if one of the other three doesn't work, anyway.

7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

I don't know if I have a different answer for Loezia with this one, unless we were to talk about how the plot so far has changed him.

Wuld: He's become transparent, whereas before he was almost entirely opaque. I had an understanding of his concrete essentials, but he was impenetrable at first on the fine details. I didn't know he was obsessed with Loezia until a good few chapters in, for instance. He gave me a lot of grief. At this point, though, I've got his code thoroughly cracked and have for a long time. Some characters are just tougher to parse than others.

13. If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

Wuld: If we're strangers, ngl I think, like any normal Earth-bound person, he would freak me the fuck out. Reality is a totally different realm from fiction, and I think there are pretty clear tells between cosplay and "those are real appendages." Luckily, I think my reaction to fear is freezing, which is a lot easier for him to handle, and not at all threatening to him. Not unless it turns into something different, and I am not the kind of person to attack a creature with giant wings.

After that initial moment, and given the excuse to attempt getting along . . . He's not very forthcoming, but I think I'd have the earnest curiosity that makes Loezia so disarming to him, so I think he'd prefer me to other people. Whether he would let me close, and whether I would be able to handle how he lashes out and twists language in that process is a different matter entirely. I think we'd get along in the sense that he wouldn't hate me, but I would not be able to weather what Loezia is managing with admirable perseverance and gentleness.

Loezia: No. Or rather, I think sans any barriers, yes, but there are barriers, so no. Because he has a unique dread of allowing people close, he does not want to open himself up to people, and I am not the kind of person to force myself on others—which is kind of the only avenue through which someone might otherwise get to know his thoughts—no, I don't think we would . . . well. Okay, see, we would get along in the sense that I would leave him alone. We would not get along in the sense that we could carry a conversation.

Loezia and Wuld are complete anomalies to each other in their ability to get under one another's skin (and, in Loezia's case to Wuld, stay there). Wuld's easier to disarm so long as you're kind. Loezia, on the other hand, is resistant to all things, and I am just not pushy enough to get through to him and inflict the agony of intimacy.

#ask game #wist things

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anfie-in-the-box · 2 years

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Bonus: crossover between Each other's lifeline and Turns, twists, and paradoxes

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So it's my birthday today, the 11th of October. I don't celebrate, not really, but why not use it as an excuse to give you lot a gift. I appreciate my readers quite a lot, so... Here you go, have this, enjoy (:

For context please read Each other's lifeline and X-tra Dark Cream first!

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In a dream

There is a void. There in that void also are a Dream and a Nightmare. Both carry the curse of nine hundred ninety nine negative apples. The problem is, they are not in fact each other's brothers. It's rather obvious — only one twin is supposed to be affected by the curse. Yet here they are, both cursed, both with only one good eye, both covered in the liquid negativity. The two do not realise that yet, though. Both don't know much about the curse, despite their various circumstances.

They stare at each other. Silence is deafening.

"...Dream?" Nightmare finally says. He sounds distressed. "What happened to you?"

"What happened to you?" Dream replies, shock and fear in his voice and on his face. "I've taken the curse from you, you were as fine as we get! How is it possible?"

Nightmare gasps, "What?! No... No, wait, hang on."

Your brother wouldn't do that, Mist insists when they catch Nightmare's attention. He'd never separate us. He knows we've got it and he believes in us. This is either an imposter or another version of Dream. Both are possible.

Nightmare nods, thoughtful. To Dream, he says out loud, "We think you aren't my Dream. Or I'm not your Nightmare, that works both ways. You are Dream, right? It's not an elaborate joke slash torture by my subconscious?"

Dream looks at Nightmare for a few long seconds, then finally finds it in himself to make an introduction, "Shattered Dream. You can call me Shattered or Dream, although I reckon you'd prefer the first one to distinguish me and, apparently, your Dream. Has he not lifted the curse from you? And what do you mean we?"

Nightmare shifts uncomfortably and looks this strange other Dream in the socket, "He has not. There is no need. Mist and I have it handled."

Dream takes a step back and looks around. He doesn't see anybody else.

"Who's Mist?"

Nightmare stares at Dream as if the other'd gone mad. "You have the curse, you must know them. The man's voice connected to the negativity? Rings any bells?"

It's Dream’s turn to gasp, "Are you delirious?! Nightmare — my Nightmare — says he's the enemy! He's what took him from me!"

"I'm not delirious, thank you very much, I'm from a different universe. That seems to be the difference — my Mist helps and supports me from the beginning, while yours... does not." Nightmare can't make himself call them evil or anything like that. "Do they... he... really harm you?"

Dream crosses his arms defensively, "Well, I... Personally I've never heard him, no idea why, but brother says he's dangerous and he's dealt with this mysterious person for centuries, so I trust his judgement."

I know I'm not a good person, Mist laments, but I'd never hurt you, kid. You or your brother.

I know, Nightmare assures. Out loud, he says sincerely, "Mist is the best thing that's ever happened to me, along with Dream. I don't know if I'd make it without him."

"Fascinating," Dream whispers, more to himself than to Nightmare. He continues louder, "At least one of us has it easier."

Nightmare can't help shuddering, "I can't imagine a world where Mist isn't my friend, family even."

Dream looks at him curiously, "Don't you ever fight for control?"

Nightmare answers readily, "Absolutely not. We're both okay with taking the back seat when the other needs control. At this point we switch easily, although it does take practice. Are you sure yours is evil?.."

"I trust my brother," Dream repeats vehemently. Nightmare stirs, "I didn't mean to imply..."

"I know you didn't," Dream assures. "You're a version of my brother. I trust you as well." He adds, much quieter, "Possibly more than myself." It's honestly disturbing — trusting a stranger more than himself. But it is how it is.

"I suggest we sit down," Nightmare says. "Let me look at you properly. Maybe I could even help."

Dream gives a silent nod, and they do indeed sit down. Nightmare watches his every movement, attentive as ever. The liquid negativity is of different colour than his own; Dream’s soul — the last positive apple — affecting it? Perhaps so, perhaps not.

I think yes, Mist adds. Or at least I've no other ideas.

Me too, Nightmare thinks. "Can you form the tentacles or shape-shift?"

Dream shows his tentacles from the back without a word. He doesn't shape-shift, though. "My Nightmare said to avoid shape-shifting and do it only if necessary. Don't know why, but then again, he's the expert. I'm getting the hang of it, but it's still a process," he explains, crossing his arms on his chest defensively.

"Okay?.." Nightmare's not sure how to respond to that.

They sit. They watch each other, both with sinking dread somewhere deep within their cursed souls. Dream's worst fear seems to come true — both he and his big brother are corrupted, his sacrifice is in vain. Nightmare, on the other hand, meets the unthinkable — his little brother, corrupted like him. For him. It's hard to even imagine, and yet here Shattered is.

"Would you like to meet Mist?" Nightmare proposes suddenly. Dream gapes, taken aback by the mere suggestion, and then shudders as the thought sinks in.

"I would like that," he says bravely. He urges himself, Pull yourself together, it's not the same demon whom your brother fears so much. He's good. He might help.

The switch is subtle, unnoticeable almost. Dream watches carefully, though, and that is why he sees it nonetheless. The eye-light darkens a shade, and the negativity suddenly seems just a little bit thicker on Nightmare's bones and clothes.

"Hey," Mist says in Nightmare's voice, somewhat awkwardly.

"Nice to meet you?.." Dream replies in an uncertain, half-questioning tone.

"Nice to meet you too, Shattered Dream," Mist nods and offers a hand. "You must have questions."

Dream takes his hand, not allowing himself to hesitate. "Yeah, questions... Nightmare's still there?"

Mist chuckles. "Still a kind soul, I see. Good for you, hold on to that light. Nightmare's alright, although he can't hear or see or feel anything at all, except for me. Or, well, he can at this point, but this kind of sharing gives us a headache, or an equivalent of it, I suppose."

"That sounds... complicated." Dream mutters. He doesn't comment on the "still a kind soul" part of Mist's words.

"It is! But it's been centuries, we've got it figured out and under control. The negativity is insatiable, but we find our ways. As do you, I guess?"

"You guess right," Dream nods, quiet and ashamed. He's yet to come to terms with what he has to do to survive, and somehow he feels he can show it before Mist. Now that they talk it's surprisingly easy to trust them; their voice and tone are... not exactly kind, not really understanding, but there's something comforting about them. Dream lets himself.

Mist becomes serious. "The worst part is that I completely can imagine myself being your enemy. Personally I would never hurt Nightmare or Dream, but if I were just a bit more ruthless, mad at everything for my death and under the negativity's influence... Sounds plausible. More than. And it's scary to even think about. I could've made Nightmare's life even more of a hell than before the incident... I want him to be happy, you know? He's gone through so much. He deserves it."

"That's certainly one thing we can agree on. That's why I bit that apple — I just wanted to free my brother, although I didn't think he'd be alive under all this negativity... I let go of that hope long ago. But despite everything, he persevered. So must I."

"You thought he was dead? Wait, no, of course you thought that, after all, he was supposed to die, my Nightmare survived solely because of my support, at least we think so, but yours didn't have that if your version of me is evil... Something else must have interfered. We'd do research but we're in the middle of nowhere... It's not even Anti-void, right?"

Dream looks like he's in a daze. He was supposed to die, spins in his head. It's nothing new, and yet, yet…

"Right," he snaps back to… reality?.. "I live there, I should know."

"Hm. Might it be a dreamscape?"

"You think we're sleeping?" Dream clarifies, surprised.

"Either that or our Multiverses collapsed together, and I'd prefer the first option," Mist shrugs.

Dream shakes momentarily. "Me too," he agrees.

They sit in companionable silence.

"Be careful," Mist finally cautions. "I can be vile if I want to. I'm positive… he… can too. Are they 'he', still?"

"You aren't?" Dream asks, a bit surprised. Although this strange version of Nightmare did mention Mist as 'them'…

"I used to be a man, once." Mist nods, quiet and serious. The words fall easily from his — their? — mouth. "Not anymore, though. I am… a spirit, or a demon, whatever you wish to call it. An entity connected to the negativity in the apples. I barely identify myself with the human I used to be, especially not after all this time, and that also helps me to be a better person than I was. I suppose your version of me clings to the memories of his life and therefore feeds negativity, getting more attached, ultimately drowning in it. That's what would've happened to me if not for Nightmare — the kid managed to save us both, and I'm forever grateful. He'd disagree and say it was a group effort, and he'd be more right than I am. We both didn't fall that day."

Dream listens in awe. Mist sounds nostalgic, reminiscing, and honestly too perfect to be true. Dream would think them deceiving, but he trusts his brother, any alive and sane version of him, and this Nightmare in turn trusts Mist. So here they are.

"Stay strong," Mist adds. "I'm sure you and your Nightmare will find a way. In such a state I'd be as strong as negativity, which is an insane amount of strength, but you two are more than this. You can do it. You're the only ones who can."

He's genuine to a fault and so very open with Dream, it hurts. It warms him to the core, too. It's an amazing feeling he usually feels beside Nightmare or, on occasion, Cross; it's something he treasures dearly, keeping every moment in his heart.

"You're definitely something else." Dream murmurs softly, more to himself than to Mist.

"So are you, new friend. I'm not sure if we'll ever meet again, but my Nightmare says it's time to wake up. So wake up."

Dream wants to ask what they mean, but then he hears Cross' gentle voice, urging him to return to what people call reality, and he indeed wakes up. Without a goodbye or 'See you later'. Maybe it's better this way.

Cross smiles at him, and Dream decides not to tell what he saw in a dream. Let it be their little secret, just the three of them — he, another Nightmare, and his companion Mist.

Nightmare and Mist wake up as well, in a castle filled with life and misery and comfort. The clock shows it's still early, but neither wants to sleep anymore. Without discussing it, Mist leads them to the library, the quietest place in the cursed world they once called their home. Later, Nightmare will take control and contact his brother, but that will be later. Both need time to think over.

Life continues on.

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Credits

#anfie writes #each other's lifeline #x-tra dark cream fic #bonus #crossover #nightmare!sans #shattered!dream #mist!voice

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 1 year

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hello! a long while back I sent in an ask about my brother being abusive and that the situation was being handled and thoughg I'd update and vent:

tw for drugs, abuse, verbal abuse, suicide, ed

I didnt speak to him for four months because I was honestly just over it. Over him and his excuses and I mean there was no hate there I just was done. Then he randomly got so drunk he got alcohol poisoning and my mom kind of went "he loves you so much it breaks my heart you guys arent talking". And I'll admit I let it get to me but at the same time he put himself in that position with me. I have a right to set my boundaries.

Anyway over last month we made up and have been talking again but after he again got really nasty with me we actually sat down and talked about it. I told him hey when you speak to me like that, it makes me feel like utter shit. For a long time it really messed me up and I'm pretty disappointed that after four months of not talking to you because you treated me like that, that you go and do the same thing just when we were getting to be normal again.

He apologized and was pretty hard on himself; he admitted that hes just so angry all the time and he hates himself - that after the first fight which led us to not talk that he fucked his arm up as punishment. Just listed all the negatives and horrible things about himself and his situation etc. And while I do have empathy for him, I just told him that it's his responsibility to work on his behavior and mental health. He didn't ask to get fucked for life but it's his responsibility and just because he's going through something it doesn't mean he can treat me badly. I went into slight detail about how throughout this year I've tried to kill myself three times, relapsed in my ED, have relived traumatic events, etc. But through all that I was kind albeit stressed with my younger siblings.

I know he isn't me and that I can't compare but I said it as a way to say "I see you and understand but you've gotta step up man" because for years it's been shit plus shit and more shit. I said maybe he'd benefit from talking to someone- he has the money to afford the sessions and the time so he shoukd think about it. And he said he will.

Come three weeks later he's still getting high off his ass, drinking, and even though hes really skinny already he bought diet pills. He's been an addict in the past with drugs and I'm kind of ticked that my parents aren't seeing it. Literally he got home with the pills and my dad says "Mijo, you gotta be careful with those things. Have you seen yourself in pictures? Maybe you should" and I know that's meant to be like "dude you're skinny already" but this needs more than a 'be careful' because last time that happened it was me who cleaned up his cuts and had to see him be sent off to the psych ward. Not only that but his behavior triggers me constantly and I'm now starting to detach from him. Its not like we talked much before anyway but I mean now with the diet pills and everything I just can't be around him.

I love him but I just, I dont care anymore. In the past I use to be angry; when he went to the psych ward my family was all over it - my grandparents would have him over and drove him around and talk with him, my dad started researching about OCD and Depression to be able to help him, my mom was there everytime he had a panic attack at night and let him sleep in their bed, and he was receiving real treatment by a therapist and psychiatrist.

But still he just seemed unappreciative of it, he couldn't not see past how shitty his life/he was and I get it you know I'm not saying "grow up you're sucha whiner" but, I dont know.

And after seeing him be so cared for and getting help I decided to tell my parents I think I have depression and, nothing ever came of that. They said "okay", gave me a hug, and that was it. There was no research for me, no time with grandma and grandpa, no therapist. Him and I are only a year apart. It took me two years to go to a therapist myself and realize "hey um you're a little more than depressed" and still, my family doesn't cater to it. It's all him.

Your brother cant sleep through the night? Okay let's remove his door (which is the only thing separating our rooms).

Your brother is having trouble with addiction? Okay let's do mom and dad dates with him and make sure he's catered to.

Your brother is too depressed to get up? Okay you're gonna cover his chores on top of yours from now on.

Your brother is bringing diet pills into the house even though it's very obvious you struggle with eating/have been the same weight since middle school? Just give him a slap on the wrist and let it go.

Hi anon,

Unfortunately it can be challenging for many people to choose to seek help. It's often easier to fall back on unhealthy coping mechanisms than actively work towards self-improvement. It's easy to say you'll commit to therapy and simply not follow through. It's ultimately up to your brother to choose recovery when he's ready, even if everyone around him is impatient. He cannot be forced to do work he isn't prepared for yet, you know?

That being said, just because your brother is going through a lot and potentially numbing you and your family, you still deserve the care you need. It may help to ask for specific accommodations such as therapy or whatever else you may need. You do not deserve to feel invisible in this chaos, especially with issues that have been persistent even before your brother's.

You deserve to take up space, and you deserve to be heard.

I hope you're doing alright. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #trauma details #abuse #emotional abuse #tw sui #tw sh

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xiaowhore · 3 years

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aftermath of a break up

cutting ties with you was easy. getting over you wasn't.

includes: childe, zhongli & xiao !

CHILDE had been the one to say those words, fueled by his momentary anger in the heat of the moment — “we should go our separate ways.”

and hours later even as his rationality returned, impulsive tendencies out of the way, he couldn't bring himself to regret it; why would he? on the contrary, he'd never been better! dating wasn't a necessary part of life, and even if it'd been nice with you by his side, he could live on his own without you all the same. he did it before, and he'd do it again.

CHILDE had his priorities straight. chasing after a lover who didn't want him anymore — oh, excuse me, he meant a lover he didn't want anymore — certainly wasn't at the top of the list. he had a family to care for, enemies to battle, and a duty to the tsaritsa; you didn't fit anywhere in the equation. your separation even granted him more freedom! no one to nag him to stop fighting, or to forbid him from purchasing useless expenditures, or to force him to rest when he was clearly busy with his job, or to meddle with any of his personal affairs from here on out.

but in the dead of the night as he drags his battered body to the comfort of his home, aching all over from bruises and cuts, something wells up in his throat. his hands are shaky as he opens the first aid kit, eyes examining the contents closely. he isn't very familiar with the items inside — you were always there to take care of him, he never needed to check it himself.

there's something wrong about returning home without the lights turned on, the panicked questions flung at him as he's ushered to sit, and the soft hands carefully treating his injuries. there's something wrong without someone to lean on, someone to wait for him to come back, someone who worries for his wellbeing when nobody else does. someone who puts him back together when he's fallen to pieces.

and as CHILDE drops the roll of bandages to the floor and cries in silence, he wonders what went wrong.

on the surface, ZHONGLI's behavior didn't differ much from his normal day to day attitude — he moved at his own pace, working diligently at the funeral parlor without breaking a sweat, and offered little information pertaining what transpired the day before. his colleagues were well aware of his recent... separation, you could say. after all, your heated argument wasn't a very private affair, since you'd broken into a fight at a relatively populated spot of town.

ZHONGLI acted stoic throughout, showing no signs of backing down in his side of things, and coming to a disagreement, you split up. unruffled as ever, he paid no mind to the worried glances sent his direction during work the next day; perhaps avoiding them consciously to a degree.

it worked, somewhat, and break time eventually came along, wherein ZHONGLI habitually prepared himself some tea and snacks. it didn't even occur to him he'd prepared two servings by pure muscle memory alone until he sat down and saw nobody sitting opposite of him — the spot where he expected you to be present, smiling at him like you always did.

something pricked at his chest, piercing through a weak point he thought he never had, but he numbs the pain, hastily inviting a coworker to share tea. she appears to be surprised, an emotion akin to pity glossing over her eyes, and ZHONGLI can't bring himself to force a smile.

the loneliness he feels doesn't subside.

when verr goldet first heard news of you dating the adeptus, she'd been relieved. XIAO had a bad habit of overexerting himself more often than not, arriving at wangshu inn half-dead after his usual patrols to fend off entities with malicious intent. though she'd been tasked with looking after him, it wasn't easy to tell him off. he'd be more likely to scoff at her concern than take her warnings to heart. “i can handle myself.”

with you by his side, a worrywart and stern to boot, her worries lessened considerably. XIAO actually listened to you intently, vowing to have some semblance of self-preservation rather than throw himself into violence carelessly. he began to smile more, too, his usual scowl withering to a passive expression. verr hadn't been given the opportunity to see his smile personally, but she heard his small chuckles whenever you came over and initiated pleasant conversations.

however, the peaceful days came to an abrupt end. XIAO came back one day, drenched from the rain; his blood mixed with the droplets running down his face, and verr wondered if he'd been crying, taking notice of his reddened eyes. her first instinct was to call you over, but he stopped her immediately, coldly glaring her down and cutting off anything she said sharply. “i don't need them anymore.”

but anyone could tell he still does. he stands at the top of wangshu inn, waiting patiently for someone who'll never come, and he knew it. he knew because he was the one who pushed you away in the first place. but he reasons with himself it was for the best, for your better future. he may live an eternal youth, but you can't — there was no point in staying this way forever, was there? (and yet he continues to wait anyway, waiting, waiting, and waiting. what a laughable fool.)

and as XIAO leaves for his patrol one afternoon, verr goldet sighs, pulling out a piece of mail she'd hidden away out of his sight.

she hopes he'll never see this wedding invitation soon.

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin x reader #childe x reader #childe imagines #tartaglia #zhongli x reader #zhongli imagines #xiao x reader #xiao imagines

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ava-achlys · 3 years

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The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Kim Sunwoo - Hands Off [Requested]

softdom!Sunwoo x gf!reader

Request: Sunwoo likes to play with his girlfriend's breasts

Warnings: mentions of bullying, body image, underage drinking, anxiety (very brief), titfucking

Long overdue request for @ace-seventeen-world , I hope you like it! Also first time writing anything about titfucking, I hope it turned out alright. 🙏🏽

Sunwoo loves you even when you don't feel like loving yourself.

Being well-endowed since puberty hit meant you received a lot of unwanted attention from all genders. Some would pass judgement, calling you desperate for attention; and some would ogle and make lewd comments. This led to you coming to school wearing oversized baggy clothes and even turtlenecks no matter the weather. The less your body was apparent for people to judge, the better, you thought. Except the comments never stopped. You were so sick of your body being the talk of the student population of your small-town high school that you couldn't wait to graduate; and move far away to start afresh in college, where you futilely hoped that people would be more mature about these things.

Moving away for college turned out to be the best decision you made. You made a whole bunch of new, more mature friends who taught you to embrace and appreciate your body. Inappropriate comments from strangers still came your way, but with your new, reliable support system, you learnt to shut them out, and your girlfriends would even try to fight them for you, which made you feel very touched and grateful. Apparently, this sincerity didn't stop with just your good friends. That was also how you met your current boyfriend. Your friends had convinced you to come with them to a party during your first semester, and you allowed them to doll you up, upon much pestering. You were dressed in a nice blouse and skirt, which turned some heads at the party, and though you felt rather self-conscious in the beginning, you loosened up after a few drinks and dances. From there, you didn't care if people paid good or bad attention to you; all you wanted was to have fun with your best friends.

One of your friends introduced you to a gaggle of other first- and second-years, who were very loud and goofy, except for one; who had previously been laughing boisterously along with them until he set his eyes on you. He abruptly stopped laughing when you made eye contact, and you could have sworn he developed a light flush. With pouty lips and dark eyes, and a mop of fluffy black hair, he smiled shyly at you, nodding in acknowledgement and softly introducing himself. His voice was deep and had an attractive drawl and a pleasant raspiness. His name was Sunwoo, and you ingrained it into your memory easily, smiling shyly back at him. You mostly kept to yourself as the rest of them chatted, nursing your drink when a flurry of words and a loud slap shook you. You whipped around to see one of the boys, with cotton-candy hair and sharp feline eyes rubbing his arm and muttering under his breath next to Sunwoo, who was staring at you while whispering something to the boy - Eric, was it?

"Apologize!" Sunwoo hissed, nudging him. You tried to back off but Eric nervously came forward and rubbed his neck sheepishly, stuttering an apology while avoiding your eyes. He didn't specify what he was apologizing for, but you already had an inkling. All your friends were now staring at you, confused as to what had transpired. Unable to handle the stifling awkwardness, you quickly murmured "It's fine, Eric," before speedwalking away to get some fresh air, unaware that a certain dark-haired boy was scurrying after you. You turned to the nearest balcony and hurriedly gulped some fresh air to calm down, all-too-familiar feelings of panic and shame drowning you. You fought back tears, ignoring some of the smokers occupying the same space, who were looking at you with a mixture of confusion and pity. You managed to calm your breathing, and blink back tears, when a figure slowly comes to stand next to you. He doesn't look at you out of courtesy, fixing his gaze straight ahead. "Are you alright?" he asks softly. You nod firmly, trying to seem completely calm. "Eric... sometimes says things without thinking, but I know that's not an excuse. I just want to apologize again, for making you uncomfortable." His voice is gentle and soothing, and you tilt your head to face him, since he was a bit taller.

"It's not your fault, but thanks Sunwoo. And don't worry, parties aren't really my thing, I just came cause my friends were begging me to join them," you chuckle softly, to which Sunwoo gives you a lopsided grin.

"I feel you on that. I'm here to look after my idiot friends."

You share a good laugh, and spend the rest of the evening getting to know each other, but conversation comes easy, like you've known each other for years.

You and Sunwoo's paths seem to cross often, apparently because his faculty was right next to yours, and soon your friend groups merge and become one massive group, and you've even forgiven Eric. Days turned into months, casual meetups turned into lunch and movie dates, and soon you and Sunwoo are constantly switching back and forth staying over at each other's apartments.

Ever since you two started dating and you've gotten used to wearing more comfortable clothes around him, you've noticed him staring at your chest every now and then, but at least he had the decency to look apologetic and embarrassed whenever you catch him. You started to tease him, and he would bashfully hide his face and whine cutely. To get back at you, he'd purposely keep his hands cold and hug you out of nowhere, just to hear you squeal, knowing you're ticklish. Sometimes he'd be even bolder, trailing his hands up your sides and cupping your breasts under your shirt, especially when you walk around the house with no bra on. He'd do it when you're cuddling on the couch watching a movie, or worse, when you're trying to study. You didn't mind it usually, since you appreciated the support from his hands since the weight of your breasts takes a toll on your back, and you weren't fond of wearing a bra 24/7. Except the little shit likes to tease, jiggling them around and squeezing them when he's being extra playful, even grazing your nipples with his fingertips; chuckling lowly in your ear when you gasp or squirm in pleasure.

One night in bed, you confront him jokingly. Your period was on its way soon, and your breasts were feeling extra tender and swollen, something you had complained about, so your dear boyfriend very happily obliged, massaging them gently to ease your discomfort. After a while he gets bored, and starts prodding them, round eyes watching intently as they bounce. You can't help but laugh at how adorably fascinated he looks, so you ask him why he's so enamored by your boobs.

"They're just.. fun to play with, yknow? Bouncy and squishy. Can't help myself okay, you're just so perfect," Sunwoo grumbles, blushing again since he got caught.

"Yeah? What if I lose weight and they get smaller? Will you still like me then?" you ask, feeling rather self-conscious, irrational worries that he only likes you for your assets filling your mind. You try to ignore them, knowing your relationship with Sunwoo was much more than superficial, but trauma and bad memories keep causing you to doubt yourself.

"Of course I would!" Sunwoo gasps, reaching up to hold your face urgently but with such a tender gaze in his eyes. "It's still you, and you'll always be perfect, and I love you no matter what."

Tears welled up in your eyes when he said those words. Few people had treated you with such genuine kindness and you were so grateful to have him as your partner. You squished his cheeks together and pressed a kiss to his lips, surprising him. "I love you too, Sunwoo," you whispered, a small smile on your teary face. A cheeky grin slowly replaces the shock on his face. "Shall I show you just how much I love you?" he drawls, crawling on top of you, making you lay down on the bed. Sunwoo positions you to nestle comfortably against the pillows, helping you take your shirt off afterwards.

Your cheeks start to heat up at Sunwoo's intense gaze raking over your body, and your arms habitually come up to shield your breasts, but he's quick to catch them, gently pulling them away. "Don't be shy. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, inside and out," he murmurs, making you blush even harder. He kisses you deeply, before trailing his lips down, pressing light kisses down your neck and across your chest, gently nipping at the skin just above your right nipple. He resumes massaging your breasts, admiring the way your face scrunches up cutely in pleasure, his warm hands on your skin making you sigh happily. He leans down again, tracing a circle around your areola, making you shiver. He teases you a little more, flicking your hardened nub with his tongue before finally latching on and suckling on it, rubbing it periodically with his tongue. His hands are still massaging your breasts, twisting and tugging on your other nipple.

He pulls off with a satisfied 'pop' when you whine, pleased with how raw and puffy your nipple has become, glistening with an abundance of his spit. He dives back down to subject your other nipple to the same treatment, but this time, his free hand creeps down your tummy and between your thighs. You moan when he grazes your clit with his fingertips, and you can feel his plush lips smirk into your skin, obviously proud of himself. You willingly part your legs, and he dips his middle finger straight into your folds, your juices coating his finger instantly. He raises his head to look at you, eyebrows raised cheekily. "So wet already, babe? Always knew your nipples were so sensitive," he chuckles, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. You shut your eyes, the stimulation of his mouth on your chest and his hand on your pussy clouding your mind. He inserts another finger and pumps you faster while he drags his teeth against your puffy nipple, making you shiver and moan even louder.

He starts leaving hickeys and bites all over your decolletage, looking forward to seeing those pretty marks bloom purple tomorrow morning. Finally, he eases up on his ministrations on your chest, and focused on fucking you hard and fast with his fingers, slamming three digits into your core, gleefully watching the way your breasts jiggle from the impact. He glances up at your face, finding your head tossed back, soft mewls and moans falling from raw, bitten lips. You're clutching the bedsheets in a death grip as Sunwoo starts sucking on your clit as he fingers you. He sucks hard, nudging it with his tongue every so often as he slows down his thrusts, opting to scissor you open and drag his fingertips along your walls, rubbing hard against your g-spot when he finds it, indicated by your shrill yelp. "B-babe, gonna c-cum," you gasp, still writhing in pleasure. "Go on, love, cum for me," he mumbles against your core, and soon you're clenching on his fingers, coating them with your cum, and he continues to fuck you through your climax.

Gasping for air, you wince as he pulls his fingers out, pussy clenching on nothing as you watch him idly put them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He smiles lazily at you, telling you how sweet you taste and even gives you a kiss, making you taste yourself. Your cheeks turn crimson again, and you decide you want to return the favor, having felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh when he leaned down to kiss you. You eye the tent in his jeans, and start unbuckling his belt. He looks at you in alarm, grasping your hands to stop you. "Baby, you don't have to do that, this is about you," he smiles gently. You pout at him. "But I wanna help you too! I have an idea that I always wanted to try with you…" Sunwoo takes a moment to consider, making sure you were genuinely comfortable doing so, and his eyes glimmer with anticipation when he nods in agreement. You beam wordlessly at him, helping him out of his jeans and boxers. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight of his erect cock.

Sunwoo's dick always made you feel good, whether it was fucking your pussy or your throat, but you always wondered what it would feel like sliding between your bountiful breasts. You pull him up to straddle your chest, and his eyes widen when he realizes what you want him to do. "Really?" he gasps, dick twitching with excitement when you readily nod. He chokes on a moan when you swipe your finger up his cock, gathering his dripping precum to slather it between your breasts. He slowly slides his dick into the valley between your breasts as your hands push them together, making it even tighter around him, and he groans lowly. Sunwoo thrusts shallowly, loving the way the smooth skin of your breasts feels around his aching cock. He begins to take over, his larger, warmer hands replacing yours, squishing your tits together as he rocks his hips faster, becoming addicted to the the feeling. It wasn't much physical stimulation for you, but you felt yourself getting hot again watching his face contort in pleasure, his tightening grip on your tender, sensitive breasts rather arousing. You can't look away, mesmerized by how good he looks with his lower lip caught between his teeth, grunting softly as he uses your tits to get himself off.

"You look so hot like this Sunwoo," you murmur, your hand resting on his thigh as he continues to piston his hips. He barks out a breathless laugh, "Have you looked at yourself properly? You're fucking gorgeous, babe, don't you ever forget that. Although, I'm down to remind you all the time." he winks. You smirk at him, and your hands come up to squeeze his muscular ass, the same way he likes to squeeze your boobs. He's got a nice butt, you had to admit, toned and sculpted from years of various sports, and it was your weakness the same way your breasts were his. He moans louder when he feels you groping his ass, hips stuttering as he approaches his climax. He throws his head back as he fucks erratically, squishing your tits even tighter together and you keen at the rough treatment. You coax him in a soft whisper to cum all over your tits, and soon he does, painting your chest white as his hips slow down, and he's gasping for air. A little bit of his cum has spurted onto your lips, but you willingly lick it up and smile up at him, your hands still soothingly rubbing his cheeks as he comes down from his high.

You grab some wet tissues from your bedside drawers and clean up your chest as best as you could, wiping away all the cum before Sunwoo flops next to you, resting his head on your chest the way he usually loves to. You lay there in comfortable silence for a while more, stroking his hair and you feel him smile into your skin, his finger absentmindedly tracing the hickeys he's left across your breasts. Maybe going to that party all those months ago was the best decision you ever made (second only to moving here for college), and maybe you and Sunwoo finally get out of bed to shower, and maybe you go for a second round in the bathroom, filling the steamy air with echoes of wet skin slapping and soft proclamations of 'I love you's.

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How Genshin Impact characters would react to someone flirting with you || (Liyue)

Hello everyone! I apologize for the wait but I finally finished the Liyue version ٩( ᐛ )و I was originally supposed to divide it into 2 parts but then I decided against it ( ͡°³ ͡°). Part 3 will probably be uploaded in 3 days. But in the meantime, enjouy reading! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

-E <3

Zhongli ❌💸

How he'd react to someone flirting with you really just depends on his mood

He doesn't really interfere because he knows you can handle it yourself

You two have had the person flirting with you pay or discount something you both bought on more than one occasion and he's not even ashamed of it

"Ah, my lady. Your beauty is simply etheral."

The shop owner said as you examined the jade.

You looked up from the Noctilucous Jade and met Zhongli's eyes. Completely ignoring the owner.

Zhongli's put the Jade onto the table and reached into his pouch for Mora.

Though, once he opened it; he grimaced. Once you saw his expression you realized that neither of you had enough Mora to pay for the Jade.

You cringed as you saw the amount of Mora in the pouch and looked back at the shop owner to apologize.

That was, before an idea clicked into your mind.

You then berought forth the most charming and flirtatious face you could muster and smiled at the shop owner.

"My deepest apologies Sir, but I don't think we'll be able to buy from you today. " You sighed.

The owner widened his eyes at your statement and quickly replied with

"Oh no, it's fine your can just pay any amount you have now and come back to pay for the rest! "

"Thank you so much Sir, I am forever in your debt for this. " You said as you grabbed his hands.

The owner was completely smothered by now, he had completely forgotten Zhongli's presence and was looking at you with completely entranced eyes.

If it wasn't for Zhongli's years of experience in concealing his expressions, he would probably be laughing out loud by now.

"That was quite the show my dear, I doubt that he would have noticed anything even if we had robbed his whole stall. "

Beidou 🏴‍☠️♀️

Just like with Kaeya, no one would really flirt with you since they know about your relationship with the captain of The Crux unless they're clueless

And Beidou being Beidou, would not take shit from anyone. Clueless or not

If the other person is being persistent, she doesn't really mind throwing hands

"It's a shame that you have a lover, otherwise i'd have made you mine by now. " The creep said as he grabbed both of your hands.

You leaned backwards, trying to get away from the man. You desperately scanned the area for anyone who would help you.

You then met Beido's eyes with a look that clearly read "please help me".

Once she saw you, Beido walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder.

"She's mine, now let her go." She said as she glared at the man who was holding onto your hands.

"And if I don't?"

The person didn't even register anything before Beido's fist collided with his jaw.

"I ain't scared of fines, I'll fight whoever disrespects my partner"

Xiao 🔪👺

Doesn't really care if the other person is flirting with you or not

If it gets to the point of harassment he will give them a whack with his polearm

He looks like he doesn't care about you but that's just because he knows who you're going back home with

"Would you like to accompany me on my travels, my fair lady? " The traveler said as he loaded his belongings onto his cart.

"I'd have to decline the offer. I already have a lover I am devoted to. " You said with a smile as you passed him the packed food you had bought from the inn.

Xiao watched you two from the distance, he sat on the balcony if the Inn as he waited for you to bid him farewell on his missions as well.

"Were you watching me? " You said you peek at him from behind.

"I was simply making sure he was not a dangerous individual. " Xiao replied, stotic as usual.

"Are you here to bid me goodbye?" He asked as he gazed at you.

"Goodbye? Oh no, I'm going with you! "

"Even though you are hundreds of years old does not mean you are invincible. Therefore, you should refrain from fighting recklessly. "

Xingqiu ⚔📚

He usually just tells the person bothering you to back off, politely. Of course

Though, he doesn't really mind if the other person is rude or persistent; it's just an excuse for him to have a little 'fun' behind the scenes

If they're rude, they'll most likely find themselves having a number of minor inconveniences

"Sir, please let go of my partner." Xingqiu confronted the creep.

You quickly ran to his side. Not wanting to be near the man for a millisecond longer.

"And what's the pretty boy going to do to me?" He jabbed at the blue haired boy.

Although he was slightly irritated. Xingqiu paid no mind to him and walked you back to your house.

"Y/n do you recall the creep from yesterday afternoon? Yes, I received a notice that he is trying to buy brass for his stall. I convinced every merchant selling fish in Liyue to not sell him any, I also bought some brass. Would you like some? "

Chongyun ❄🍦

He doesn't really like confronting people so he'd just make up an excuse to take you away from them

If the other person decides to be start an argument, he'd try to keep his cool. Not wanting to go into the manic state he usually gets into once his body overheats

Sadly, on more than one occasion; he has lost his cool and completely and ends up causing chaos to anyone who's unfortunate enough to be nearby

It's been at least a solid 15 minutes since the guy sitting next to you have been pestering you about going with him to the Lantern Rite festival.

And for what felt like the 30th time, you declined.

You really wanted this person gone before you meet up with Chongyun but he kept following you so you just plopped down somewhere on the stone ground.

Unfortunately for you, the other person did not take the cue for him to leave but instead; had taken it as an invitation to sit down and talk with you instead.

At some point, you considered kicking him in the face but refrainwd from doing so. But now, you're regretting that decision.

"Y/n! Me and Xingqiu were looking all over for you. " Chongyun said as he ran over to you two.

The guy looked surprised as the two boys walked over you where you were sitting.

"Who are these people? " He said. As if they were the ones invading into someone's personal space.

Chongyun instantly realised the situation and whispered something to Xingqiu. He then gave you the hand signal for "Run for it" And pointed to behind him.

Almost in a flash, all of you three started sprinting away, leaving behind a very confused person.

"Thank Rex Lapis we didn't actually get into a fight this time"

Hu Tao 👻🔥

Whenever she sees someone flirting with you, she'd ask them about their health

She'd then weird them out by introducing her as the 77th director of Wangsheng funeral parlour

The person flirting with you would probably be very uncomfortable at this point and leave, but if they don't Hu Tao would hand then one of her buy 1 get 1 funeral coupons

"I simply cannot resist your beauty. " The man said as he leaned in closer to your face.

"Hello there good Sir! How is your health? " Hu Tao asked as she appeared seemingly out of nowhere and before you.

The man seemed confused at her question.

"Pardon? " He asked.

"Ah, I have forgotten that I have yet to introduce myself. Please call me Hu Tao. 77th director of the Wangsheng funeral parlour! " She introduced herself and took out her hand for him to shake.

He seemed a bit uncomfortable at the mention of funerals but nevertheless he ignored Hu Tao and went back to your conversation.

"What do you say to dinner at Wanmin Restaurant? " He pressed on, flat out ignoring Hu Tao's whole existence all together.

"Here's a coupon, it's buy one funeral, get one free. I hope I'll see you soon! " She said as she dragged you away. Leaving behind a very disturbed man.

"I should've said 'I hope to see you again businesses-wise. ' "

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