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hoshigray · 9 months

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random thought, but like Gojo getting a little handsy while the two of you are out together with your friends.

a/n: yeahhhhh I have no excuse, this literally just popped up in my head two days ago, just read lol

cw: Gojo x fem! reader - nothing too sexual, but very suggestive, so minors stay away!! - fingering (f! receiving) - sexual acts in a public area; in a café - other people present but they don't know what's going on - pet names (angel, baby, princess) - Gojo putting you through hell but you get your getback :3 - you may [or may not] feel second-hand embarrassment, we shall see.

wc: 1k

"...Then I turned to him and said, 'I know you don't think I'm going to have sex with you after you've done thrown up on my dress.'"

"Nooo, after the dress was how much—"

"Right!! So I nicely shoved him off me and called an Uber to..."

It was a pleasant sunny hour to spend with your friends at a local café not too far away, mingling and catching up with them from the last meetup. It was always a splendid time having moments like this with them.

But what made this time a lot more striking was you bringing your boyfriend over! After many weeks of your friends wanting to meet the guy — not to mention him bugging you about also wanting to see your close buds — you promised to have him tag along for the next in-person meetup. And, low and behold, your partner, Satoru Gojo, wasted no time having your mates attracted to his sociable charisma.

Not that you'd think he'd be out of place — if anything, you knew he'd be able to swoon into their sweet graces. With his dashing smile, alluring sky-blue eyes, and engaging conversations, it was only a matter of seconds before the white-haired man could take your spot and engage with your pals. Shit, it's practically happening right now as you sip on your iced tea while he's listening to one of them reminiscing about a terrible night they had last night.

Nevertheless, you're not complaining. A boyfriend who gets along with your friends is better than not, right? That's why you watch and listen to your friend's story with a smile, happy to know that combining two parts of your world results in new companionships.

That is, until, you feel someone's hand land on your thigh. At first, you paid no mind to the action since it's nothing you're not familiar with when it comes to Gojo. But then that exact hand ventures further down and slowly sneaks past your skirt. Your brows furrow with your inner thoughts. I know this man is not trying to start something right now...And when you feel his slender fingers brush your inner thigh, you get your answer.

Your lips release the straw to your iced beverage, and you slowly lean toward your boyfriend. "Gojo," your tone hushed only for him to hear as your companions seemed preoccupied with a talk of their own.

"Hmm?" The tall other leans a bit for his ears to properly hear your whispers, his face still facing front to your friends.

"Can I ask why your hand is up my skirt in public?" You knew by the playful snicker rumbling his chest that his answer would be far from appropriate for the situation.

"Whaaat~, can't touch the love of my life?" He whispers back to you.

"Can't if we're out in the open at a fricken' café," you hiss with a glare from your peripheral. "Especially with others within—Hmmm." Before you could finish that remark, two fingers brushed on your panties, rubbing gently between your clothed folds. He snickers — both at your stifled response and as a faux reaction to a part of your friend's storytelling.

"Sorry, but I can't help myself when I wanna touch my princess." You notice him peeking at you from behind his dark shades. His fingers form a curling motion, causing your body to slightly jerk and prompt your legs to a further spread. He brings his chin down to your ears, his chuckles easier to interpret their mischievous connotation. "Plus, when did I last see you wear that skirt? Had my eyes on it since you looked at the mirror before we left."

God, I hate his ass so fucking much. "Who said I was wearing it for you?" You retort, wanting nothing but to wipe that dumb smirk off his handsome face. "I wore it because of—Ohhh!!" To your surprise, he swiftly puts his digits inside your panties; the sudden warm contact on the folds of your chasm prompts a sneaky cry.

...A cry so sudden that, of course, your friends stop talking to look in your direction with perplexed expressions. Of course, they would look. Oh, for fuck's sake...

"Uhhh, you okay, Y/n?" One friend blinks while surveying your body language. The other chimes in. "Yeah, you don't look so good; ice tea went the wrong way?"

Quick with your feet, you cough up your answer. "Ahem—Y-Yeah, I'm fine, guys. I was just thinking, ya know," your hand snakes down to Gojo's to pinch the skin, the tall other jolting his hand away from you. And you know he looks to you with pain, yet serves him right. "Since you two are getting along with Gojo, why don't we take him to the mall and show him our favorite spots? He has a good eye on clothes, plus I'm sure he'd like to try the crepe stand in the food court."

The look on your buddies' faces expressed nothing but delight at the idea you pulled out your ass. "That's a great plan, I'm down!" One says while the other nods frantically. "You up for that, Gojo?"

Rubbing his pinched skin, Gojo sends the two a smile. "Sure! I'd love to spend more time with my baby and their friends." He then leans to kiss you, but with a kick to the shin, you turned his face from a lovestruck fool to that of a hurt puppy. Your friends watch as the snow-haired man quivers and puts his forehead on your shoulder for support.

"Hmm? What happened?"

"Don't mind him; he was rocking his chair and probably hit himself with one of the legs." You speak for him as you watch your boyfriend tremble in pain with a smirk on your lips, the two others giggling at your seemingly clumsy man. It's your turn now to whisper to his ear. "That's for that little stunt of yours."

Gojo's laughter seethes through gritted teeth. "Are you really my angel? You're such a meanie...Don't think I won't do it again, princess."

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melobin · 7 months

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behind the mask ✧ anton lee

cw. mask kink, dom!anton x sub reader. no pronouns used but reader is female bodied, rough sex, hair pulling, recording, strength kink, manhandling, porn without plot. minors dni

wc. 2.5k

summary. in which the ghostface mask your boyfriend brought for an easy halloween costume becomes an accessory he wears to bed because he just feels so different in it.

an. thank you so much for 500 followers, i appreciate you all and i’m so glad you like my work🫶🏻

inspired by this tiktok

anton was shy, so sweet and so doting on you, always making sure you were okay and you had everything you needed for your day, but he was shy. no matter the situation he was in, he always found himself having the quietest voice in the room, always felt as if other people had more control over him because of how quiet and relaxed nature. whilst that may have not been the case for everyone, it was for you. you were the only person anton enjoyed giving that control to. he trusted you, enjoyed when you took care of him, in every sense. truthfully, he hadn’t had much experience taking control of you in a sexual manor, he tried but dominance didn’t seem to run in his veins. or so he thought.

with the situation anton found himself in, he was sure he had some form of imposter syndrome. had he really convinced himself that he couldn’t dominate you because he lacked experience with it? was he really doing it just because he was hiding behind a mask? well, it’s not as if you didn’t know it was him; in fact, you had encouraged the boy to wear the mask. so why did he feel so different? anton reminisced on the events of the night in hand as he looked down at your trembling body, he could get used to the sight of you laying on your stomach, hair a mess with his cum dripping out of you. yet, he wondered what flipped in him that caused him to treat you the way he did.

“anton?” you called out from your bedroom after hearing your front door, you knew it was him who had entered. he hummed as he walked into your room, a white plastic bag swayed in his hand. “did you have fun?” he nodded and sat on the edge of your bed, removing the jacket he had on. you shifted to kneel behind him, arms wrapping around him as your head rested on his shoulder.

“of course” he placed the bag down on the bed next to him and leaned back a little into your arms, fingers opening the bag and removing the contents. a mask? more specifically, a ghostface mask.

“what kind of cliche are you planning on dressing up as for halloween?” he laughed at your comment, releasing the mask from his hand once you reached down to take it.

“it was the best i could given the places we had go to, i’d take dressing up as a serial killer over some smurf costume that sohee hyung found” dispute his subtle diss toward his friend, his voice was still as sweet as ever. it had always been music to your ears, never once had you wished for him to change it.

“hmmm i don’t know, i think you’d fit right into the village as papa smurf” he rolled his eyes and smiled, fingers moving to trace patterns over the skin of your arm. “i think it’s hot though” his eyebrow perked up at your words.

“hot?”

“mhm, always see those girls on tiktok fawning over the idea of their boyfriends fucking them whilst wearing the ghostface mask” he gulped at your words, noticing the way your fingers curled a little over the mask.

“do you think about that?”

“i mean, i didn’t until you came home with one in your bag” anton paused momentarily, unsure of how to go about the thoughts that were brewing in his head.

“want to try?” the boy himself didn’t know what confidence had come over him, he had never gone into an intimate moment with you were he had planned to take control before hand. he heard your breathing grow a little heavier at his question, he turned his head to look at you, your eyes glazed over as you looked at him.

“do you?” he gulped, unable to stop his eyes from falling to your lips.

“i mean, im not opposed to trying everything once” you giggled at his response, free hand going to his hair to pull his head back a little before leaning down to kiss him. the kiss was messier than usual, your tongue entering his mouth immediately. it wasn’t something anton was used to going straight into, the tongues, the spit, the bitting on his lip. he could already feel how hard he was getting, but he knew he had to turn the situation around to favour him.

you moved around, climbing on to his lap so you could straddle him, mask in the hand that was hanging over his shoulder. the kiss didn’t break, not for at least another 30 seconds. the boy found himself easing more into it, fingers inching down and digging into the skin of your ass as the kiss deepened. he felt a hand sneak under his shirt, his following so he could rid himself of it. once the kiss broke, the two of you didn’t reconnect.

you looked at him, eyes wide, lips swollen. there was a glimmer of playfulness in your eyes, he could tell you were enjoying yourself with this.

“are you ready?” you giggled as you lifted the mask above his head, he couldn’t help but smile at you. it was cute, he hoped and prayed that he could fulfil the fantasy you were dreaming of.

“mhm” he hummed, still in a slight daze from the kiss you two had shared. you smiled slightly, bringing the mask down to pull it over his head. you moved to lay on the bed, anton stood up.

the sight in front of you left you weak as he stood tall, eyes travelling from the mask down to his toned body and then to the bulge in his jeans. your mouth watered, you could feel the slick dripping from your core as you eyed him. he was delicious.

anton could sense the change in your demeanour, the aura you were radiating changed into something weaker. you seemed quiet, withdrawn. submissive. it ignited something inside of him, an unfamiliar feeling. you just looked so sweet and helpless watching him, he felt powerful. he believed it was time to play into the character you wanted.

“you okay, love?” his soft voice sent shivers down your spine as he moved closer to you, fingers trailing over the bare skin of your legs, you thanked yourself for only being in his shirts and a pair of thin panties. “you seem a little frazzled” he sat on the edge of the bed and brought his hand higher, fingers resting on the skin of your thigh beneath your panties. you were frazzled, sure you’d seen the mask things before on twitter and such but having it in front of you, having your own boyfriend in front of you with one on made you dizzy.

his fingers skipped over your cunt, moving to push the skirt you were wearing up and removing it from your body. dropping it to the floor before standing back up to remove his jeans. he didn’t say much, his silence left you feeling nervous, no part of you could guess what was going on inside his pretty head at that moment.

the answer was nothing. nothing was going through his head, it was blank. he had nothing in his brain, you looked so pretty already braless and in just your panties for him. he took note of them, pretty, thin, red. his favourite colour on you, sure you had no idea he was going to come in with the mask and that you’d end up in this position but he couldn’t help but think you wanted him anyway tonight. it made his cock throb in the cool air of the room.

as he climbed between your legs, he sat back on his knees. his gaze focused on your panties and the way they seems to stick to your slick cunt. he brought two fingers forward and pressed against it, breathing hitching when he felt just how soaked you were through them. you were really into this, so aroused, so ready to take him. it inspired him more to play into what you wanted.

his hands grabbed at your lower legs, pulling you down the bed slightly before flipping you onto your stomach, you couldn’t stop the gasp that fell from you as his sudden action. you knew he had strength, you could visibly see it on him everytime he moved his arm in a certain way. it was something that always left you foaming at the mouth, only having dreamed of being on the receiving end of it before now. you felt as if you were gushing wetness at this point, that feeling was confirmed when you felt anton grab your hips to pull them up before hooking a finger over the band of your panties that covered your slit, pulling it out then letting it go so it hit you. you shivered.

he didn’t say much, in fact he didn’t say anything and that just built up your anticipation more. something about the silence aroused you, how he grabbed at your hips and pressed the front of your body against the mattress, all of it left your mind dizzy.

anton opted against removing your panties, thinking the red lace looked perfect against your ass. instead he slid them aside, bringing the fingers of his other hand up to run through your slit. soaked was an understatement. you were drenched, anton swore he had never felt you so wet before, never seen you so compliant to let him do whatever he wanted. he believed it was something he could get used to, he just had to find the confidence within himself to get into this position again.

you whimpered at his actions, “please, just need you” your words seemed slurred “need you to fuck me” never in his life had anton felt how he did in that moment, if it wasn’t for the hour long edging sessions you had put him through in the past he definitely would came, instantly. you sounded so broken without him even doing anything, so needy for his cock. if he wasn’t buried inside of you in the next 5 seconds he felt as if he would’ve gone insane.

so he done just that, wrapping his hand around his cock as his other hand still had your panties pushed aside. guiding himself into you felt like a treacherous act, the initial push of his tip inside of you had you gripping the bed sheets beneath you, eyes squeezing shut as his thick cock invaded your walls.

“anton..” your voice trailed off, it was all he took to push the rest of his cock inside of you. the stretch made you feel weak, legs already skating from the intensity of his thrust. he leaned forward and wrapped an arm around your waist, testing the waters by thrusting into you again, you whined at the feeling and it spurred him on to continue.

everything felt surreal to anton, from the way your panties dragged along his cock with each thrust, how you were squeezing his cock so tightly to the way you cried into the bedsheets when his cock hit a particular spot. neither of you had ever experienced something so intense together, sex had never seemed to feel this good before now. maybe this was how it was meant to be, you played face down ass up for your sweet, loving, strong boyfriend who fucked you from behind.

his cock reached depths you were sure he never had before, when he moved to kneel up he pressed his hand on your back, pressing down causing you to arch it a little more before he thrusted into you again. thrusts now harder that before. you couldn’t control yourself, you were a wreck. tears falling from your eyes, his name the only thing you could seem to remember. anton anton anton. it was your anton behind the mask who was fucking you into oblivion.

nothing could’ve made the intimacy hotter, nothing could’ve made the pit in your stomach grow more. or so you thought. that was until you felt his hand grab at your hair, he yanked you up, you gasped at the feeling, eyes going wide at the sudden light that appeared in front of you. he was recording you, the selfie camera showed the scene to your eyes, you almost broke down at the sight. you were a mess, eyes red, mascara under your eyes from the slight makeup you’d worn earlier in the day, anton on the other hand had you clenching around his cock. the mask moved a little either each thrust, his body damp from the sweat that was falling down him. everything about the sight of the two of you turned you on even more. you weren’t sure what to was about anton being mute through all of this, but it made it hotter.

he dropped his phone, still recording, once he felt your shaking more. he let go of your hair, your body falling into the mattress as his hand moved under your body to your clit. in the past you’d given him direct lessons to where the clit was and how to find it and it seemed they had paid one as his fingers attached themselves to it instantly and he began rubbing it in circles. you needed to cum. anton needed you to cum. there was no way he was going to do all of this only to cum before you, he wasn’t going to let that happen.

his attack on your clit done justice as you felt yourself begin to fall apart, you wanted to tell him you were cumming, wanted him to know that he had fucked you right into an orgasm but you physically couldn’t speak. everytime your mouth open a moan fell out, words getting caught in your throat, stuck there as he fucked you.

it hit you, hard. your legs shook under his grip, you bit down on the pillow under, your orgasm triggered his. he had been holding off for a while, the moment he felt you release after him he let it go. fucking you through it, long spurts of his cum shooting deep into you. any other day he would’ve panicked cumming inside of you but today he decided he wanted to, no, he needed to see his cum dripping out of you once he pulled out.

when he did pull his cock out he heard you whine, his eyes falling to where his cum began leaking down your leg. he almost grew hard again, but then he looked at you laying there, limp, eyes closed, hair a mess. he had to lay with you. h picked up his phone and stopped recording, throwing inside before laying with you, arms wrapping around you. your own hands lifted up to remove the mask from him. his face was flushed, eyes wide as he looked down at you, lips swollen and a little bloody, you realised he’d been biting them the whole time. not much was said, you placed your hand under his chin to beckon him down to kiss you and he did. it was soft, sweet, nothing like the boy who’d just fucked you. when the kiss brine you looked at him and laughed.

“we’re keeping the mask”

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weirdmarioenemies · 5 months

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Name: Blewbird Debut: Super Mario Bros. Wonder

Blewbird is weird. I mean, no duh, it's being featured on "Weird Mario Enemies," even if our blog title gets less and less fitting by the day, but I mean weirder than you'd realize by just looking at it at a glance. If you just take a quick glance at it, you might not think much of it -- just a stylized cartoon bluebird, reminiscent of The Artist Formerly Known As Twitter.

But then you look at it more closely, notice things like its black shell and brown shoes. How weirdly smooth its skin is, without even the suggestion of feathers. The fact it doesn't have wings at all. The fact these things burrow out of the ground.

Oh, and let's not forget the fact they shoot off their own beaks!

Yeah, let's not ignore the main hook of the enemy here! Blewbirds predominantly appear in the level Blewbird Roost, where they'll stand against walls and shoot out their beaks at Mario and Friends. Of course, usually their beaks end up sticking to walls across from them...

And unfurling into platforms! That's right! Blewbirds are an animal that evolved to create Platforming Challenges! Is this how they traverse all the open air in the caves they live in without wings? It's not like they can burrow everywhere!

So whatever Blewbirds are, I'm pretty sure they're not birds. Blewbirds are birds in the sense that jellyfish are fish. (A comparison I'm pretty sure I've made multiple times on the blog at this point.) But if they aren't birds, then what are they? Well, let's take another look at Blewbird without its beak...

Does it remind you of anything...?

Because it reminds me of Birdo, another character who's named after a bird for no particularly good reason whatsoever! Almost like it's all connected... But I mean, the similarities are hard to ignore -- the tube mouth optimized for shooting projectiles, the white underbelly, the weirdly smooth skin, heck, you could probably make the very bold argument that Blewbird's ponytail and Birdo's bow are connected somehow.

But wait! I'm not ending things right there, because Blewbird doesn't only have similarities to Birdo...

You see, Nintendo has connected the Birdos and Yoshis for a while now, as Mario's main Weird Dinosaur Characters, but there hasn't been an awful lot actually connecting them in-universe... until now?! For you see, I'm making the radical claim that Blewbirds are proof of a missing link species that connects the Yoshis and Birdos! Look at it! The tube mouth of Birdo. The shell and shoes of Yoshi. It's all so clear now!

Blewbirds aren't birds! They're some sort of weird dinosaur! Just like... just like... just like real birds. Hmm.

Maybe I need to rethink the point I was making with this post. Taxonomy is weird, guys.

*phone ringing*

Oh! Hold on, I need to answer that. Hello?

Hmmm... as a matter of fact, I think I am! I spent so much time talking about Yoshis and Birdos that I forgot to do this: *touches Wonder Flower to trigger Wonder Effect for the post*

During Blewbird Roost's Wonder Effect, Blewbirds will start blowing very large, very colorful bubbles! Your character can bounce on these bubbles to go *Pauline voice* ♪ High up in the sky~! ♪, but you need to be careful, since each bubble pops when you jump on it! The number of Blewbirds in the Blewbird Roost doesn't make that much of an issue, but in a Special World level where you're a Goomba who can hardly jump at all? Well... Good Luck!

That being said, this raises even more questions about Blewbird anatomy, because they blow these bubbles out of their beaks! You know, the ones they shoot off that, as far as I'm aware, aren't even part of their bodies? And in order to blow bubbles out of their beak, their mouth has been moved to the end of it! What is going on here?!

I'm not sure, but I can try to provide a relatable human analogy! Imagine if you put a Cone in your mouth, but someone nearby touched a Wonder Flower, so the Cone fused to your face and the mouth was at the end of the Cone, and you were very scared about this development so you tried to scream but only bubbles came out. We've all been there! And for the Blewbird, it's exactly like this. Hopefully now you understand!

#blewbird #weird mario enemies #super mario bros wonder #mod hooligon

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kkcauseway · 3 days

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Scrubs Up

No outbreak!Joel Miller x F!reader

Summary: 1.4k of pure fluff… it’s just Joel being stupidly cute shaving your legs, he’s just so fucking cute. Content/warnings: so much flufffff! Joel miller being completely unsubtle, but also being the most doting husband.🫶🏻 no use of y/n, no outbreak.

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You’re completely at peace in your rose scented bubble blanket. Joel ran you the most amazing bath for when you made it home from work, because as per usual the man knows what you need before you even know you need it yourself. Your boss has been unnecessarily harsh lately, and after calling him on your lunch break and breaking down for the second time this week, he knew he needed to do something to help get your mind off it once you made it home. He even lit all your favourite candles and sat them on the sink, so you were hit with vanilla when you walked into the room- it was a more than necessary amount, but you love him so much for it.

You’re resting in the perfect warm water, eyes closed with you so at peace with finally able to forget about your shitty day and instead you reminisce on your wonderful life with Joel. How amazing he makes you feel and how cute he is for running the bath for you and for ordering Chinese takeout- your favourite.

A knock at the bathroom door draws your attention away from your thoughts. On opening your eyes you’re met with your husband’s gaze as he peers his head round the door smiling at you before walking in and shutting the door behind him. “Hey baby” he utters.

“Hi” you smile at him so happy. Admiring his frame, his messy curly hair that’s just that bit too long, but you find it absolutely perfect and so he won’t cut it, the white t shirt he’s wearing slightly too tight on his biceps, dark blue jeans that hug him just right and feet bare.

When he moves towards you brining over a storage box and sits right at the side of the bath you can’t help but giggle. “What the heck are you doin’?”

“I got bored.”

You laugh “bored?”

“I missed you” he puts that adorable pouty face on that you fell for as he shrugs.

“Baby I’ve been gone like twenty minutes” you kick your legs under the water toes quickly popping out before hiding amongst the bubbles again; he can’t help but stare “s’too long, so v’brought my book in” he holds it up with a smug smile on his face “and m’gonna sit with my baby keep her company.”

“Cutie, but since when do you read?”

He leans over to kiss you briefly “I read plenty thanks” before making himself comfortable sitting back with a groan. You can’t help but stare as he opens his book up and licks his finger in order to turn the page. You just lie back watching for a moment as this man stays fully ‘engrossed’ in his book.

“Is it good?” You quiz playfully into the silence.

“Uhu, yeah great.” It’s the most unenthusiastic response as he licks his finger again and turns the page.

Laughing you add “you know the books upside down, right?”

“Oh, is it?” He peers over the top, chuckling, his eyes unmoving from yours as he turns it the right way. “Ooops, guess I was distracted.”

“Hmmm, anyone would think you drew me this bath just so you could come and perv on me.” You chuckle and the smug look that plasters his face gives you your answer immediately, but he gasps playfully “that’s outrageous.”

You shake your head before throwing it back on a full belly laugh, you couldn’t love him more if you tried. With that he then looks back to the words on the page seemingly engrossed on whatever he’s reading, so you get back to bathing yourself.

When you pick up your razor and lift your left leg to rest on the side of the bath his eyes pop up over the book. You pretend not to notice shaving away, but it isn’t long till his gaze burns. You run the razor along your leg a few more times before chuckling. Turning to look his way his cheeks begin staining red- he knows he’s caught. “If you’re gonna stare the least you could do is offer to do it for me” you jest before laughing again your breasts popping out of the water as you do.

He licks his lips at the sight before shrugging “I’ll do it for yah.”

“You will?”

You didn’t expect that kind of a response from him.

“Course” he closes and puts the book down on the floor before moving his makeshift seat over so he can reach your leg easily.

“This one’s done” you put the leg back into the water “but she’s all yours” you giggle lifting your right leg out. He takes it into his grasp running his large palm up and down the length of it before clasping your foot “you painted ‘em again.” You hum in response as he admires the baby blue polish on your toes. Gently brushing his thumb over the polish on your big toe.

You love that about him, he notices everything, every slight change.

That one hand keeps hold of your foot as he takes the razor from you with the other “now hold still” he urges.

You nod “yes sir,” completely engrossed in the fact he’s actually going to do this for you. You watch intently as he sticks his tongue between his lips and gently runs the razor along your leg in soft, even strokes. It tickles, sending goosebumps to your entire body. How is it possible that him doing something as simple as shaving your leg makes you horny? It’s the intimacy of it, leg hair could be embarrassing, with anyone else you know it would be, but with Joel, he’s always made you feel so beautiful no matter what that it’s normal. You could stay in this moment forever. Every touch is so meaningful, so full of love.

Each glide of the razor is done with so much care. And you can tell he’s enjoying himself the smirk plastered on his face grows as he shaves, and you moan at how much it tickles.

When finished he places the razor back down and you expect he will just drop your leg, but he doesn’t. He rinses it off by cupping some water into his palm and lets it fall over your leg and then he leans down to place the most delicate kiss on your foot, you can’t help but moan. This continues all the way up the side of your leg he kisses, nibbles and licks till he reaches the crease in your knee.

“I love you” he mumbles into the skin there.

“I love you too.” You squeak out, breathless from the moment.

As he pulls his face away from your leg, he gently drops it back into the water “y’ready t’get out now?”

You hum in response, looking up to him with slightly hooded eyes. You could get out yourself you know full well, but you like him doting on you, so instead you make grabby hands at him and force him to help pull you up. He keeps one of your hands in his to help you climb onto the bathmat. He stands with you moving the box out of the way before grabbing your towel and wrapping it around your body, cuddling you close. “Mmmm, you smell like strawberries” he grumbles.

“Your favourite right?” You look up at him with a smile.

He’s always been obsessed with your hair since you first met, the first time you kissed he’d grabbed the back of your head and pulled you to him as your tongues danced with one another. As he pulled away, he placed a delicate kiss to your forehead which is when he first got hit with the strawberry smell. Funnily enough it was the first time you’d used it, and ever since then it’s the only one you’ll use. It binds you together, it’s important, a part of your story, one you hope never to forget. Now all he ever wants to do is bury his face into your hair as he breathes in the strawberry scent. He says it’s one of the things he loves most about you, strawberries.

He meets your eyes with a cheeky smile “anythin’ n’everythin’ to do with you is my favourite gorgeous girl.” And with that he kisses you. “Now come on Chinese will be here soon gotta make sure you’re comfy in bed before it gets here.”

He melts your heart, loving him more is impossible.

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lunarmoves · 4 months

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mentions: some predator/prey dynamics dont look at me

“is there a reason why you're following me around?” you asked in amusement as you paused in your trek and glanced up from your phone. with the daycare closed for the night, you had to take inventory to prepare for tomorrow—a simple enough task. only, it was made ever more complicated by a certain lanky shadow that trailed closely after you.

sun's rays spun slightly around his head as he regarded you with upturned eyes and clasped hands. he swayed back and forth on his heels. “none in particular! why?"

“you just seem more energetic than usual.” you shrugged as you fully turned around to eye him. indeed, he was fidgeting more than you'd expected after a long day of dealing with children—a pent up sort of terseness to his limbs.

sun let out a dramatic sigh and held a hand up to his forehead. “you've caught me, dear friend! it seems i simply have not run myself down to the bone today! whatever shall i do to get rid of all this pent up power?” to demonstrate, he did a few cartwheels around you before ending with a one-handed handstand. his free arm waved at you, rays spinning around fast enough that you could feel a small breeze from them.

you huffed and gave him a small push on his chassis. with a little exclamation, he toppled backwards into a flip and righted himself with a jump. “first of all," you said shortly, "you don't have bones.”

sun made a sound like a pssht. “ah, semantics! down to my endoskeleton! is that better?” he skipped around you in that cartoon-like way of his. you followed him, slowly spinning yourself around in a circle to keep him in sight.

“better." you nodded in approval. "secondly—i dunno. i have some time before i need to clock out. we could do something to help you get rid of those extra jitters?”

sun stopped next to you and spun his upper body in a circle, then released a loud hMmm. he lingered close, a hand up to the bottom of his face plate as though in thought. "we could, you're right! let's seeee..." he trailed off, tapping a finger against his face with a clink clink clink as he pondered. "how aboouuttt... tag!" quick as a blink, his hand darted out to tap your shoulder before he skipped off deeper into the daycare with a giddy giggle.

you stared off at him slack-jawed for a moment, then processed his actions as he got further and further away. "hey! at least give a little warning?!"

"where's the fun in that?" sun's voice called out to you from beside one of the large jungle gyms. he had stopped his skipping and waved at you eagerly—impishly. "i don't see you chasing, friend!"

"oh you little—" you growled playfully under your breath, then took off in a jog after him. he watched you encroach with a mischievous grin, and just when you were close enough to reach out and touch his arm, he spun himself fluidly away and skipped off elsewhere.

"gotta be faster than that!" he called cheekily. you huffed and picked up the pace. he peeked over his shoulder at you and squawked out something as he dodged a swipe from your hand. "wOAhahah! close one!"

"suunn," you called out warningly, a grin splayed on your face despite your tone. "get back here!" he only laughed and tossed you a playful wink.

you knew you had no way of actually managing to catch sun, being that he was a robot and you were, well, a human. but it was still fun attempting to. he didn't run, exactly. he just skipped and frolicked about. it was almost annoying how you couldn't catch up. he'd slow down, then speed up right as you were about to reach him. sometimes he'd jump up onto the jungle gyms to fling himself over your head or crawl out of your reach in a manner reminiscent of moon. you hoped it was helping him more than it was helping you—you certainly were starting to feel sweaty with all the running around. eugh.

finally, finally, after what felt like ages of sprinting after him, you managed to tag him with a clever feint to the side.

"tag!" you exclaimed in triumph, then abruptly turned on your heel and bolted away. you didn't bother to linger and see his expression—you knew he'd be able to catch you rather easily. might as well at least try to evade him.

"good job, my dear!" he called after you with a tinge of pride. "here i come!"

you could feel yourself starting to get tired as you ran around one of the larger jungle gyms. but the adrenaline of having sun skipping after you kept you going. you grinned as you glanced behind you to see him merrily making his way over. not too fast, not too slow. just enough that you could slow down a bit and catch your breath.

"are you still feeling pent up?" you yelled over your shoulder as you ran past the ball pit. when he didn't respond, you dared a look behind you. he wasn't there. it made you blink and slow down slightly. "...sun?"

"eyes up front!" a voice hollered and you automatically yelped as you jerked your head back around and just barely dodged his hand. you caught a brief glimmer of white from his eyes before you sprinted off to the side. "ooh! close!" there was something tinging his voice that you couldn't quite make out.

"gotta be faster than that!" you echoed his words from earlier. perspiration was starting to mat your hairline and run down the side of your face. you huffed and looked behind you to see if you could pause for a bit, only to flinch at the sight of sun picking up the pace to run faster after you. something sharp gleamed in the curve of his smile, but you weren't able to get a proper look as you practically flung yourself away.

"frieendd," sun suddenly crooned out in a way that made your stomach drop. a chill ran down your spine. "come heere."

"no thanks!" you panted out and made a sharp turn around a slide. you swallowed heavily, a dryness coating your throat. a stitch was starting to form in your side. "hey, can we take a break? i feel like i'm dying."

no response. you slowed to a stop and looked around you. your heart thrummed a steady beat in your ears, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you attempted to gain control of your breathing. you spun slowly in a circle, trying to see where sun was. nothing. you peered out behind you at the rest of the daycare, but you didn't see a flash of yellow anywhere.

...he could be very quiet when he wanted to. you didn't think you heard a single footstep nor jingle of his bells the entire time you were playing with him. you wiped at your forehead and tried to calm yourself down. the daycare's theme song played merrily through the speakers surrounding the area. it almost made you uneasy.

trepidation lined your figure. you had the urge to call out to him again, but for some reason, you hesitated. there was an odd feeling to the air that hadn't been there before. you swallowed again and decided that maybe— maybe you should... make your way over to the security desk. just in case.

as soon as you took a single step in the direction of it, there was a prickle of the hairs on your nape standing erect. you had just enough time to look above you at one of the jungle gyms before you saw a sharp flash of grey. a shriek left your lips as you ducked down with your hands covering your head, something lunging over your figure and skidding a distance away.

for a moment, you stayed curled up in a crouch, hands trembling over your head as you gazed distantly at the floor. a few strands of your hair drifted gently down, landing lightly on the blue play mat you stood on. you blinked at them blankly. then you looked up.

sun was hunched forward with his hands bracing against the floor, back towards you. there was a twitchiness to his limbs, his head jerking minutely left then right. his torso shifted and moved up and down like he was breathing heavily.

you slowly, very slowly, raised yourself to stand. it felt like you were standing on the edge of a precipice—unsteady and uneasy. sun paused, rays twitching slightly. then he turned around, flexing sharp fingers.

your breath got caught in your throat.

"hello my dear." sun grinned at you with teeth that were sharpened like a razor. pinprick white eyes were zeroed in on you on a backdrop of grey. you took a small step back. "you should run now."

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kissesfrombangtanatnight · 4 months

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Roman Reigns: Breaking News (Part II to Don't Forget the Strawberries and Whipped Cream.)

Author's Note: Didn't expect to make a Part II, but I couldn't resist after the positive feedback from Part I. Also, I do not own the image used in this. As always, enjoy!

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of death

Two Months Later

“Yes girl, I almost cussed that woman out. Talking to me like she stupid.” You laugh with your work bestie, Vallerie, on the phone while relaxing on the living room couch. You had a bowl of popcorn in your lap as you prepared for movie night with your husband, who should return home in a few minutes. He went out to get some dinner being that you both lacked the motivation to cook. However, with a storm now brewing outside, and your favorite Panda Express restaurant being thirty minutes away, he was a little late. You called his phone, but it went straight to voicemail. You rolled your eyes, having remembered telling your hardheaded husband to charge his phone which was at 10% earlier that day. No worries though, he was a safe driver, so you knew he’d be home shortly.

Lately, life has been great. Your newborn baby girl arrived on time, bringing joy to you and your husband’s life.

He’s been a great support, always making sure he’s doing what he’s supposed to do as a new father. Your daughter was a complete daddy’s girl from the time she exited the womb. The bond between her and her father was heartwarming. You continue to reminisce as you flip through channels, trying to find a good horror movie, but stumbling upon the news instead.

Now, normally, you weren’t a person to watch the news as there was always something bad on it. And not surprisingly, tonight was no different. You look intensely at the TV as the news reporter starts reporting on yet another woman’s body being found in a local abandoned house. You shake your head, turning the volume up, but not too loud, you didn’t want to wake your baby girl who was lying in her bassinet next to the couch.

Good evening everyone, it is yet again another brutal murder victim found in this abandoned house that you all see behind me. The victim, currently referred to as Jane Doe, has yet to be identified as her body was found burned beyond recognition. Authorities say they received a call from a distraught man who’d been walking his dog along the sidewalk when his dog got loose and ran inside the abandoned building upon calling and calling for his dog, the dog finally returned with what appeared to be a hand in its mouth. That’s when the witness immediately called 911 informing authorities of what his dog discovered. Again, the victim has not been identified yet, but upon an autopsy, authorities are hoping to identify the victim and get the answers they need. As you know this is the 15th body that has been discovered in the past four months. Authorities are saying this victim is somehow connected to the previous murders. However, they will need to dig deeper to know for sure what it is, or most importantly, who it is that they’re dealing with. They have advised young women between the ages of 25 to 30 to stay indoors between the time range of 9 to 11 pm as it appears this killer or killers are targeting that age range between that time range. Furthermore………….

You gasp as the new reporter goes on just as your husband comes strolling through the front entrance, whistling to himself. You momentarily turn your head to look at your husband taking off his drenched raincoat.

“Hey baby, sorry I’m late. Weather was crazy out there, but anyways I got our food.” He chuckles lowly, holding up the slightly wet grocery bag that contained your food.

“I’m just glad you’re home safely. You had me worried when you didn’t answer your phone.” You say softly as he takes his shoes off and walks into the living room, placing the food on the coffee table.

“Baby girl,” He says bending down to plant soft kisses to your lips before his eyes flicker to the TV.

“Hmmm…..another murder? What the hell is going on?” he says, shaking his head as he walks over to your sleeping daughter.

“I swear, it’s getting worse and worse. They say this is the 15th murder in the past four months. It’s getting scary out here.” You sigh as you watch him bend down to your daughter’s sleeping form and kiss her cheeks. She stirs in her sleep, a small smile on her face before she stills peacefully. He then walks back over to you and sits next to you, opening your meals.

“Mmm this looks good.” You say as you say a quick prayer before diving into your food.

You were devouring your food, but you looked over and your husband was staring intensely at the TV. You scrunch your eyebrows as you glance at the TV as the reporter is now talking of the 14 women who have been killed in the past four months. You shake your head not even imagining being in their shoes or those of their families. Who could do such horrible things to these women? It damn near made you scared to go outside, but then again, you couldn’t allow yourself to become paranoid.

After all, not only did you need to enjoy life, but you also had a job to fulfill. You were currently a registered nurse working at the local hospital. This job required a lot of you, but you thoroughly enjoyed it as you loved helping people, as cliché as it sounds. You’d be returning to work soon in another two weeks or so as your supervisor wanted you to take some time until you can get settled in as a new parent. Lord knows you loved your baby girl but dammit if she didn’t keep you and your husband up at all times of the night.

You turn your attention back to your husband and again, he’s staring blankly at the tv. You snap your fingers in his face, snapping him out of Lala land.

“You okay baby?” you question, rubbing his shoulder.

He nods his head, smiling over at you.

“Yeah, it’s just…..seeing horrible shit like this just makes me think of you and how crazy I’d go if something ever happened to me. It makes me wanna protect you even more…..people are crazy out here.” He says taking your hands into his and kissing them.

You smile at him planting a kiss on his lips, “Well, if anyone ever tried me, I know I have 6 foot 3, 265-pound wild Samoan to whip their ass.” You tease.

“You know it. Hahaha Let’s change the channel and watch a movie. Smile?” he grins, grabbing the remote.

“Ugh….I heard that movie was creepy.” You frown playfully.

“Don’t worry princess, you can cuddle with me.” Joe teases, as he flips through Netflix.

Two Weeks Later

You’ve finally returned to work after what felt like forever, every staff member greeting you with a warm welcome, having missed you just as much as you missed them. You’d just walked through the doors when your work bestie, Vallerie, greeted you with a bouquet of red roses and chocolate. You giggle, this girl was always spoiling you.

“Hey, my favorite baby mama! How’s my niece and bro-in-law?” she says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, and walking alongside you.

“Girl they’re doing good. He’s actually off this week so he’ll be watching the little one until we can hire a babysitter.” You say as you both walk to the elevator to get onto the second floor in which you both worked. You were ecstatic that you’d be working nightshift with Vallerie because she always knew how to entertain you and make a long, boring shift go by.

“Girl I’m so glad we work together. We ‘bout to have some fun running off of Starbucks and adrenaline.” She giggles as you playfully roll your eyes at her.

“Chileeee, hopefully, there are no shenanigans tonight. I ain’t got time for these patient's attitudes tonight.” You say just as you two get on the elevator and you press the “2” button.

“Girl bye. Imma let ‘em know right now, don’t ask me for shit. I’m still a little hungover too.” She says, leaning her head against your shoulder.

“V, I’ve already told you about drinking before you get to work. One day they gon’ catch you and fire your ass.” You say sternly.

“And as soon as they do, I’m opening me an Only Fans account and selling feet pics to all the lonely weirdos.” She teases you as you both step off the elevator and onto the medical-surgical unit.

“Alright now…one day you gone get what you ask for. Ouch!” You grin pointing your finger at her as she bites it.

“I hope I do!” she laughs, as you both walk to the nurse’s desk immediately hearing call lights and bed alarms go off.

“Please tell me tonight is gonna be a good night. If not, I’m going back home.” You joke with the charge nurse, Carmen, who was tapping away at her computer.

She glances over at you before her eyes stretch in excitement.

“Heeey boo! We missed you so much! But unfortunately, I have some bad news.” She says pulling you into a hug as you playfully roll your eyes.

“Girl don’t tell me you’re giving me a bunch of mental patients.” You tease as she releases you.

“Naaah but it is gonna be a long and boring shift. Vallerie, you have seven patients already, all of them are pretty good, not requiring much. Y/n, you’re gonna be a sitter for one patient tonight.” Carmen says as Vallerie groans.

“Now how is it she come back and get only one patient?” Vallerie groans, rubbing her head.

“Calm down, V. She’s sitting with this patient as she’s good with the assault victims that we admit here,” Carmen says as she hands Vallerie her assignment charts.

“Oooh okay. Yeah, I think she’s more fit to do that than I am. But yeah, baby mama I’ll catch you in a minute, lemme see what these patients are about.” Vallerie says strolling off down the hall.

“Details.” You say as Carmen walks you down the opposite hall in which all the assault and mental patients are located.

“Yes, so she’s a 27-year-old female, African American admitted this afternoon after she was discovered unconscious behind a dumpster. She’s got slight bruising scattered all over her body, but she’s got a large bruise wrapped around her neck from where she was strangled. She’s very shaken up and was very uncooperative when she came to about an hour ago. The police were here about thirty minutes ago to investigate, but she would tell them anything. Listen, she’s very frightened, but I know you’ll take great care of her.” Carmen says as you nod your head.

“Girl so much is going on around here, makes me a little terrified.” You sigh as you stop in front of a room in which the nurse from the previous shift was watching the patient.

“She’s in here. Layla, this is Y/n. Y/n this is Layla. She’s one of the new nurses here. I’ll let you two do the shift report, so I’ll leave you to it. If you have any questions, lemme know.” Carmen says before strolling down the hall.

“Alright Layla, give me the run down. What am I dealing with?” You say as she smiles at you, pulling a chair next to her for you to sit.

“Okay so……”

She gives you the report on your patient and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor woman. She was a young woman with no family, going in and out of foster homes which led her to being homeless. She then started prostituting for money. Now she’s known as a streetwalker. According to Layla, she’d read that she was a familiar face with the law, having been arrested several times in the past. She sounded like she was a handful. However, it wasn’t an unfamiliar task for you. Being a nurse for so long, you were used to all types of personalities and attitudes in the hospital. The more you read about her the more familiar she sounded. You swear you might have gone to school with her. Maybe you could ask, but of course, you didn’t want to stress her by asking unnecessary questions. You finished reading up on her chart before you decided to introduce yourself to her.

You knock on her door, making sure to approach slowly, not wanting to alarm her.

“C-come in.” you hear a tiny voice say as you walk into the dimly lit room.

“Hi….my name is Y/n, I’ll be your nurse for tonight, okay? Do you need anything right now?” you ask softly as you stand at the foot of the bed to see the woman curled up into a ball like an unborn child in the womb. You couldn’t help but notice she was shaking like a leaf. It made your heart crumble.

“N-no. Umm…actually, may I have some water, please? M-my throat is a little dry.” She whispers finally looking over at you. Her eyebrows scrunch up.

“Of course. I’ll be right back. Just a moment.” You say quietly walking out of there as the air was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. You were used to this though. Usually, patients are a little timid and quiet upon first meeting you, but then they slowly warm up to you once they are reassured you are there to help and not harm them.

You quickly grabbed her a cup of water and began your journey back to her room as your phone buzzed. You stop walking momentarily to pull your phone from your pocket. It’s a text message from your husband.

Hey baby, don’t mean to disturb you but I wanted to check on you.

You smile to yourself as you quickly text him back.

Work is fine so far. How’s my little nugget?

A minute later you get a text back,

She’s actually with my mom. She wanted to see her grandchild, so I just dropped her off. I’m just cruising around the city.

You giggle, shaking your head at your mother-in-law. She loved her new granddaughter and every chance she got; she’d spend time with her. It didn’t matter about the time or place.

Well enjoy yourself, and be safe okay? I love you. See you at 7 tomorrow morning. You text back.

Always, love you. Goodnight. <3

You get back to her room and give her the cup of water. You sit next to her bed as she quietly sips on her water. She kept looking down at her water and then back to you as if to study your face. She looked as if she wanted to ask you something but was too scared to do so. Maybe if you started a conversation, she’d warm up to you. She finished her cup of water before relaxing back in her bed.

“So…….” You say as your voice travels off.

“You look so familiar,” she says quietly.

You smile at her, “I was just saying the same thing about you.”

“What is your name again?” she asks as you answer her, “Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n.”

“D-did you go to Sapphire Hills High School?” she inquires, tilting her head at you.

“Why yes I did, did you?” you ask, getting comfortable in your chair.

“Yes, actually. Wait……you were a straight-A student. Very popular. Cheerleader, right? And….and you used to date the most popular boy in school. He was on the football team. Joe Anoa’i, right?” she says, sitting upright in her bed as if she cracked the code to the most precious puzzle.

“Haha Yes. Married him too.” You giggle holding up your hand to show her your ring delicately placed on your finger.

She pauses, looking a little surprised at this revelation. Married him? Surely, she hadn’t heard that right. You put your hand down, giving her a small smile. Had you said something wrong?

“Oh…..didn’t know he was married. But, I’m not surprised….you two were a cute couple in school. The talk of the whole school. So, ……how long have you two been married?” she asks, her shoulders slumping slightly which went unnoticed by you.

“Six years. Well, we’ll be celebrating six years next week.” You smile looking down at the ring he had specially made for you.

“Wow…that’s a very long time. A-any kids?” she asks as you nod your head, pulling out your phone to show her a picture of your baby girl.

“Yes, actually. Gave birth to her not long ago. She’s so precious.” You giggle, showing her a photo of your baby girl asleep.

“She’s so pretty…..” she says barely above a whisper.

“Thanks. She’s a daddy’s girl already. Got her dad wrapped around her tiny finger.” You grin, putting your phone back in your pocket.

“Haha yeah……” she says lowly, looking down at her fingers.

It grows silent before you cough slightly, wanting to continue the conversation.

“So…what about you? Married? Single? Kids?” you question, crossing your legs.

“Married? No. Kids? I do. A little girl………She’s three years old….. I miss her. Child protective services took her when they deemed me an unfit parent and her father not being a part of her life since I ran away from him…….” She answers, looking away at the window, her eyes seeming to water.

“Are you okay? Did I say something wrong? I’m so sorry. I-“she cuts you off.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to get a little rest, please.” She says laying down in her bed and pulling the covers over her head as she turns her back to you.

You quietly nod your head and stand to your feet to exit her room. You hadn’t meant to upset her at all. You inwardly sigh as you exit her room to your little nurse’s station. You slump in your chair, feeling a headache form already. The last thing you wanted was to make a patient’s night worse than it already was. Minutes later Vallerie approaches you, her smile turning into a frown seeing the look on your face.

“Rough night already?” she says, taking a seat next to you.

“Girl….it’s gonna be a looooong night.” You say, rubbing your temples.

“Want some Doritos to get you through the night?” she says, opening a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos.

“Yeah…gimme some of those.” You sigh grabbing some of the delicious snack to soothe you.

Well…….that was unexpected…………………

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x reader #wwe smut #roman reigns imagines #roman reigns x black reader #roman reigns fluff

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anthracite-writes · 8 months

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Obey Me! One-shot; Eternally By My Side

Diavolo X GN! Reader || SFW || CW // TW: mild angst and topics about mortality and death [not directly talked about but skimmed over] - General Summary: You've always treated Diavolo like every other demon despite being a human [sorcerer-in-training] and the future demon king pulls you aside to spend time with you after school by asking a favour from you - but there was more instore for the night with the prince ahead of you.

"Y/N! Wait up!" You hear the familiar voice of the echo throughout the academy's courtyard as you leave for the day after a very long RAD school officer meeting. You turned around and saw the future demon king walking in your direction with his usual smile on his face, his sharp canine teeth visible. "Ah, Y/N. How are you? I've missed you." "Lord Diavolo, hey... Long time, no talk." you greet the tall auburn red-headed male, looking up at him to meet his eyes. "Where's Barbatos? He's usually by your side almost all the time." Diavolo let out a soft chuckle with your words, "I've let Barbatos take the day off for the rest of the day. He's currently away on a leisure trip in the human world. And please, call me just Diavolo - there's no need for formalities. We are friends" He said with a warm smile on his lips. You couldn't help but just smile from Diavolo's usual calm and friendly demeanour. "Is there anything you need from me?" You asked, "I'm sure I've already given in my exchange student report for the week" "I wanted to ask you a favour of you, you aren't too busy, right?" Staying quiet as you tried to recall if anything important was happening in the House of Lamentation with the 7 demon brothers. "No, not busy. What can I help you with?" "How about you come over to the castle tonight, I was hoping you can cook me traditional human world food." Diavolo said with a warm smile, his words taking you back.

'Diavolo wishes for me to cook for him..?' You think to yourself as you process the situation, "O-oh? Why the sudden request? Maybe one of your servants is more suited for the job and all."

The tanned demon tilted his head in thought as he placed his hands on his hips, "Hmmm... I’ve just been craving human world food lately since my last visit, and it's true that one of my workers are more suited to the task of making me something for dinner but... "I think having you being a human from the human world would bring the authentically to what I crave, therefore putting my cravings to ease."

You were hesitant to accept such a favour and task. This isn't one of the brothers you were facing, this was Diavolo himself. With a shaky breath you finally spoke, "Fine. I'll be more than happy to cook for you." You white lied.

You began walking by the tall male's side, leaving the school grounds and walking towards the streets of the shopping district, "Though, I want to stop by the grocery if that's okay. I don't want to mess with the inventory of your castle's kitchen."

"I don't mind that at all, Y/N." Diavolo said, "Lead the way."

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The two of you walked in silence for a bit, Diavolo looking around in wonder and fascination - finally not restricted to a path and not surrounded by his royal guards or having Barbatos by his side.

"You know, I'm curious about something." the Demon started, looking down at the human by his side, “Have… I ever intimidated you by any chance or even, how have I ever intimidated you? You’ve always seemed so calm and close to me since your first arrival in the Devildom. “You can be honest with me, you know? I won’t get mad over your answer, I promise.” You hesitated a bit to speak till a soft smile crept up upon your lips as you reminisce the memories that gave instant nostalgia , “Honestly, you have and still intimidate me” you say though a chuckle.

Diavolo raised his eyebrows in surprise yet intrigued, “Oh? And what reason would that be? I would like to hear it, I promised I won’t be mad about your answer.” A wave of silence filled the air as he eagerly waited for your response, watching you at the corner of his eye as you rubbed your neck.

“You’re like… Basically a six foot five or even seven foot tall demon. That’s already as intimidating when I’m practically a much shorter human. Even if you don’t have your horns and wings out and just showing off your demonic form - your height alone is quite scary.” You chuckled.

Your words made his eyes widen slightly in surprise, taken back by your words but taking his every syllable of your words. “Yes, I suppose I am quite the tall demon, even in my humanoid form, So…” he began, “You… you’re not intimidated by my rank within the Devildom, or my power?” You shook your head, “Not really? I get that you’re a nobel being heir to the throne after the Demon King and all, but…” you trail off in your thoughts before continuing to speak. “I still remember you brought me down here for the first year of the Three-World Exchange Student program, despite knowing your status, I still kinda resisted you and told you I wanted to go home to the human world - I even accused you of kidnapping me.

“So, safe to say - I’m not worried about your rank or power.”

Diavolo laughed as you brought up the memory, looking down at you with a smile, “Ah yes. I remember that day quite fondly, the look on Lucifer’s face when you were telling me off was quite amusing.” he reminisced with you, noticing the two of you were approaching one of the many groceries in the town. “Is this one good? Do you want to go here?” He asked with a soft smile, pointing over at the grocery.

You look at the store the prince pointed out to you, “Yeah, this one is fine… but, are you sure you want to come with me inside? I mean, I don’t want you to have unnecessary attention or anything of the sort.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about the attention,” Diavolo said through a soft chuckle. “Besides, being out in public like this might make it fun, it’s filled with new experiences I wouldn’t get if I was under supervision, even if it’s just for this evening.”

“I never ask,” You said as you walked into the grocery, Diavolo in close pursuit. “What exactly are you craving from the human world?”

“Oh, I found something called ‘Drive-thru’ food. I saw it’s quite popular with humans. We have it in the Devildom food, but I’m just curious about the human variation of what we have down here.” He said with a smile, watching you pick up one of the baskets offered by the store to carry around the ingredients .

You let out a soft chuckle, “You mean fast food, right?” you corrected him as you two slowly walked through the produce and perishable food section of the store, trying to ignore the prying eyes of the lesser demons gawking at the two of you - but mostly at Diavolo’s presence among them.

“Ah yes, that’s what I mean.” the prince said with a grin.

“I think I can do that, is there anything you had in mind?” you asked, “The prompt of Fast food is kinda broad. In the human world, there’s quite a few fast food chains that serve pretty much anything you're craving for at almost any time of the day.” you continued, enlightening your demon prince friend on the topic that took his fancy.

“What about burgers? Those seem to be popular choices among humans, especially as a quick source of sustenance.” Diavolo mumbled, covering his mouth slightly as he thought, “I often see it paired with fries so, maybe that too…”

“Isn’t Barbatos going to scold you for having this kind of food? Are you just using me to have something unhealthy to eat?” You couldn’t help but question his choices, looking at some vegetables as Diavolo towered over you, standing by your side.

“Well, Barbatos isn’t here right now,” He said with a playful smile on his lips, completely avoid your second question,“Besides, he won’t know if we never tell him, right?”

“He’s going to find out eventually.” You countered, chuckling at your own words as you examined every ingredient to ensure it’s in the best quality before moving onto the next, Diavolo following you diligently with every step you took.

“Well, he won’t know right away if we don’t tell him.”

“We, Dia? You’re gonna rope me into this” You looked up at him with a blank stare only to be met back with sunshine yellow eyes as he gave you that pouty look a young child would give their parents to get their way. You tried to fight it but gave up with a sigh escaping your lips, “Fine, Diavolo. I won’t snitch on you on Barbatos.”

Diavolo’s pout slowly curled into a proud smile, happy he’s gotten his way with one once more.

~~~

You assemble the dish with shaky hands, trying to make it as presentable as possible as your thoughts and worries about what you cooked run wild in your head. It’s not like you were bad at cooking, you can at least cook something that was edible - but you weren’t as good as the Royal Butler who was always by Diavolo’s side every waking second of the day. As you shakily transferred the fries from the draining rack to the plate beside the burger you spent a bit too long on so it looked good.

“Wow, Y/N! That looks absolutely delicious” You heard a voice call out in its usual chipper voice. “It’s perfect! You made it look even better than the ones I’ve seen before.”

Your attention snapped from the meal in front of you to the demon towering over you. “Diavolo! You fully know that you of all people are not allowed in here.” You said with panic in your tone, your anxiety starting to peek through. You gently turn Diavolo around, placing a gentle hand on his back as you escorted his to the doors he came in from, “You are aware that I’m basically responsible for you and your actions tonight right? Barbatos will kill me if he knew you were in here, and under my supervision. Well, not exactly ‘kill’ kill me - but he’d probably shove me into a time void if he could without messing up the timelines!” You hissed, Diavolo laughing as you two walked through the push doors of the kitchen and into the hallway of the castle.

“Then I’ll be sure not to tell Barbatos, it will be our secret.” Diavolo said with a content sigh, turning around and looking at you with caring eyes. “I just finished the majority of my paperwork that was left in my study before Barbatos left for the day. I just wanted to see how you were doing and I have to say - you did a fantastic job with preparing my meal for this evening.” He said with a chuckle, his golden eyes reading your facial expression, “It just… seems you're nervous but I want you to relax a bit. I understand your anxiety, but I am not here to judge you.”

You let out a sigh as you run one hand through your hair, pushing it back, and the other hand on your hip as you look for the words to say, looking at the closed door of the kitchen. “I’m just anxious about satisfying you with what I made for you. No, more than just satisfy you with this meal” you confessed,

“Cooking for the brothers back in the House of Lamentation isn’t no where near the same expectation level as cooking for you; the future king of the Devildom. I’m nowhere near Barbatos’ level of professionalism and skill that he has alone.”

Diavolo lets out a laugh, “You don’t need to worry about me or this meal, I promise I’m not a picky eater. I’m sure I’ll be satisfied with what I’ve requested to eat. Sure, Barabots could have made this meal - but I’d rather have someone who’s familiar with human world cuisine like you make it.” “I wouldn’t call it actual human world cuisine…” You said with a slight chuckle, feeling more at ease with what Diavolo is saying.

The demon lets out another laugh at your comment, “What I’m trying to say is that, as long as you put in the effort and I can tell it was made with tons of love in it, I’m sure to enjoy it. You don’t need to put so much pressure for perfection on yourself. I just want to have a nice dinner with you is all.”

You let the words sink in before nodding, turning to go back into the kitchen, “okay… Well, I’ll just finish preparing my plate. Can you just wait in the dining hall for me? Please?”

With a smile, Diavolo obliged with your request without protesting, walking down the hall to where you asked him to wait. He looked forward to finally having a meal with you, just the two of you. “Alright, Y/N… Just remember not to stress yourself too much, it’s not an extravagant meal I’m asking from you, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.”

~~~

You laid the plate in front of Diavolo spot where he sat at the head of the long table before placing yours down in a spot near him, taking a seat and beginning to eat your share of food. Diavolo watched you, making you slowly look up at the young lord with a puzzled look.

“Uhhh… is there something wrong with your food? I promise there’s no pickles, I know you don’t like those. You saw me, I didn't even look at pickles in the grocery.” You asked, Diavolo snapping out of his zoned out state.

“Hm? Oh, no. I just wanted to say this looks magnificent. I was admiring your work.” Diavolo smiled, “May I have permission to eat?” You let out a soft chuckle at Diavolo’s words, “you don’t have to ask me, I’m not one of your workers or anything. Go right ahead, sorry again for keeping you waiting.”

Diavolo’s eyes glimmered with excitement at you before looking down at the meal before him, picking up the homemade burger and taking a bite, his eyes widening with delight. “This is absolutely wonderful, Y/N! I knew having a human cooking food from the human world would make it taste better.” He said after swallowing the food in his mouth.

“Can I eat the fries too?” He asked, looking at you with bright eyes.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at his words, “Dia, you don’t have to ask me.” You repeat yourself, gently patting your lips with the cloth napkin as you spoke, “I won’t restrict you from eating what I made for you. I want you to enjoy this meal we’re having to the fullest.”

Diavolo lets out a soft chuckle before putting the burger down on his plate gently so it wouldn’t fall apart, “Oh my, I…” He started, seeming to be lost for words from your statements, “The way you said that, you make it like it’s such a normal thing to say. Yet it’s such a shock for me… I… Thank you” He said with a smile, picking up a fry and taking a bite of it, “You cooked these so well too! They’re perfectly salted and crispy” He said with pure wonder, earning a laugh from you as he flattered your cooking skills.

~~~

It was an hour since you two were done eating, you’ve taken care of washing the dishes and cooking ware in the kitchen. The two of you were walking around the castle grounds under the moonlight of the eternal night of the Devildom, talking about whatever as if you were long-time friends. As your laughter settled, Diavolo looked around the area as he got lost in his thoughts,

“You know, Y/N… this is the first time I’ve had such a meal and spent my time outside of the palace like this in such a long time.” He started, walking by your side, “Not having a royal guard or Barbatos to accompany me when I was out in the town or just outside in general to detail me… or restricting me to eating current things on my plate at current times…” He said with a warm smile on his lips, “I’m glad to be doing this with you tonight, you’ve always been someone who I’ve found to easily get along with…”

His kind words made your lips curl slightly into a soft smile, “Well, you’ve been sheltered all your life, always praised at the prince and future king of the Devilsom so I understand why you are always under some kind of supervision… I’m glad to let you experience such stuff, guess I kinda make you feel like any other demon, huh?”

Diavolo let out a laugh at your words, “Ah yes, being part of the royal bloodline of the Devildom hierarchy, so I lived a quiet restricted life. The people of the palace and in the Devildom as a whole, treat me in high regards and respect mostly out of fear of facing punishments or consequences for treating me like I was like anyone else.

“I guess that’s why I’m so glad when we spend time with you… You don’t treat me any differently than anyone else I’ve seen you interact with. It’s just comfortable.”

“Well, I’m glad you feel that way, I think it’s because I’m a human. Well, sorcerer-in-training now.” You said with a soft smile.

“Well, I’m glad you treat me in such a way, I simply wish to be seen as an equal to everyone rather than just narrowing it down to just my royal status.” Diavolo stepped ahead of you before standing in your path, making you stop in your tracks, taking your hands in his, “You are… so much more than just a human to me.”

His actions and words made you freeze. You look up at him with slight confusion, “What do you mean by that Dia…?”

Diavolo’s expression softened with a caring smile, “I mean… to me, you’re more than just another human. You’re my friend… and my only genuine friend at that, not caring for my status and seeing me as the demon I am. Not treating me with the formalities everyone else does who is aware of my title. You’ve always treated me so well and so… normal, I appreciate it.”

You let out a soft chuckle, holding his hands back in a caring manner, “Well, I’m honoured to be that friend for you, Dia. You’re a great guy and I know you’d make such a great king.” You say softly, your eyes meeting his, Diavolo’s eyes filled with affection for you. “... even if I won’t be around for the day you do get crowned.”

A smile spread across Diavolo’s face before letting out a laugh, “You know, I hope you are around when I get crowned into the spot of King, I wish not to assume the position without my closest friend by my side.” He said, gently letting go of our hand and placing his free hand on your cheek, “On the topic of my crowning… It may be a bit presumptuous of me to say this, but I want you to join the Devildom’s Royal Court upon my coronation in the future as part of the council with the brothers.

“Imagine, having you; a human, in the Royal Court. Yes,it would be good to bring unity to the three worlds but having you by my side in my reign of the Devildom every step of the way would be pure bliss and keep me motivated to be a good ruler.”

You stare at his star-struck by his words, you bit your lip, hesitant to speak not wanting to crush his hopes. “Diavolo…” You started, your hands slipping out of his and falling limp on your sides, “I’m not like Solomon… I’m just a regular human.” You say with deep sadness in your eyes, your smile becoming one of melancholy “Don’t get me wrong, it’s such an honour to have you offer such a role to me. Being part of your Court alongside the brothers and Barbatos but… You know all too well that my lifespan is much shorter than yours. I fear that I won’t be around by the time the crown is passed down to you.” You hung your head, as you spoke, not wanting to face Diavolo. You couldn’t bear to see what his reaction was to your reality check.

You heard Diavolo sigh softly, feeling him place both of his hands on your shoulders, “Y/N, I know very well how short the human life-span is compared to my own and my brethren. But life is short in general, no matter human or demon. We should dwell on topics like your morality…” He spoke in a soft and comforting tone, “Don’t worry about the far future, both you and I know I’m no where near to being crowned as king as you know. There’s no way of telling what the future holds for the two of us, for both of us know there are multiple timelines with multiple possibilities and outcomes. But, what matters now is what we do now.” He said, taking one of his hands off from your shoulder, tilting your head up so your eyes meet his. “And what I want to do is to ensure you are there when I’m crowned and have you part of my Royal Court.”

Your eyes widen at his last words, getting at what he’s hinting at, “Are… are you suggesting that we tamper with my lifespan? Basically tampering with my candle in the Reaper’s cave?”

Diavolo’s smile grew when you caught on, “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m suggesting. Solomon has given me a spell to possibly prolong your life like how he has done with his by accident. Just think about it, we can spend the rest of time together, you and I.” His eyes were filled with hope as he took your hands again in his, your eyes never leaving his as he spoke, “Please… Y/N, I have to try this, even if it won’t work - I need to try. Even if it means breaking a couple rules along the way. I’ll do whatever it will take, including defying my own father and the Reaper’s code, if that means you get to be with me longer, so be it. “I cannot just sit by and ignore the fact you will parish and fade away with time while I go on living, I need you by my side… so please, let me be selfish this one time and at least try this.”

You were taken back at his desperate pleas, his hands holding yours tightly as if you’d slipped away from him suddenly, standing there in silence as the sounds of the Devildom filled the air as you took into account Diavolo’s reasoning. “What about the timelines? Does Barbatos know about this plan of yours? Better yet, does Thirteen know about this?” you questioned, watching the prince’s eyes shine as he realised you’re considering this plan of his.

Diavolo nodded in a feverish manner, a wide smile on his lips, “Yes, Barbatos and Thirteen are aware of my plan, both are on board with his plan… all I need to know is - will you stay by my side, Y/N. Stay with me till the end of time?”

You couldn’t help but smile as the prince in front of you started tearing up, his eyes filled with hope. The thought of spending the rest of time with your best friend, living long enough seeing him become the great ruler you fantasized of him becoming made your eyes well up as well. With a smile, you slip one of your hands out from his grasp and place it on his cheek, his face inches away from you “I agree to stay with you Diavolo, I’ll stay with you till the end. Forever by your side and stand with you in your court.” Diavolo smiled widely, tears of pure rolling down his face before he closed the gasp between you two, his lips pressed up against yours, his hands tightening around yours before parting from your lips. “I promise you, Y/N…” He said with a shaky breath from his excitement, his hands trembling against yours, “I’ll be the king you hope I’ll become… I’ll take good care of you, till the end of our days.”

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ATLALA, aka Avatar the Last Airbender Live Action

Sooooo, I finished the first season and had thoughts (just like everyone else lol). First context, non-spoilery thoughts, and then spoilers under the cut, yadda-yadda.

Why context? Because for a lot of people OG ATLA was their childhood, and they have super strong feelings about it and about any adaptation that exists. I'm not one of those people.

The first time I watched OG ATLA I was over 20 years old, which means I was an adult and had adult viewpoints about the story – worldbuilding, character writing, etc. It was never the hallowed most perfect show ever for me. It was and still is a fucking good show with some amazing writing and worldbuilding but I did have some gripes.

So when ATLALA was announced I remained neutral – I've seen the movie that shall not be named and din't really like it but shitty adaptations have always existed. When we started getting photos and trailers and news pieces, I was feeling pretty positive about the visuals, but neither news pieces or trailers actually tell you shit about what the writing or worldbuilding is like. However, I was about 70% optimistic.

Because what indications I did get about visuals, writing etc, were very reminiscent of another adaptation that had come out recently, about a series that was actually a bit more important to me on an emotional than ATLA. I'm talking about One Piece, and OPLA which came out last August. I've been a fan of that for 10 years longer than ATLA, and while they did a lot of changes, the spirit of the story was there.

So I copied my optimism and good feelings from that, going into ATLALA.

Now, the thoughts.

Visuals are pretty good. There are moments when I can tell they left some visuals out due to trickiness/budget (the "is Zuko's ship real?" review after the premiere). Some things look fake or plasticy, some stuff is too clean. Bending looks a lot better than in the movie that shall not be named.

Writing has issues. Some of it is very expositiony which makes it wooden and the shots uninteresting (there were so many badly framed shots with characters just awkwardly standing and talking). There are some lovely bits of dialogue that gave me feelings, but those moments were in the minority. And some writing choices were also quite childish, even for an adaptation of a kids' cartoon, so I'm a bit confused about the intended age demographic – except there are some really violent bits in there, which leave me even more confused.

Pacing was either frantic or okay-ish. The writers clearly had trouble paring down the OG series, and then ended up cramming stuff together. I could keep up with it (knowing what certain characters roughly meant for the plot, even if they were at a different place and time), but I'm not quite sure if someone uninitiated in the OG series could. The last 2 episodes had probably the best pacing and even then there were some things that made me go "hmmm."

Some actors have issues emoting – main and extras. I agree that the Gaang has lost some of their flaws compared to the OG series. Maybe some of them will make more of an appearance in season two when everyone's more experienced at acting? Especially considering that they'll likely have stuff more spaced out there – there are some episodes I'm pretty sure they'll outright skip, just based on the choices in this season. But we'll see. There were some fun and interesting bonding moments between different characters.

Sokka, Zuko, and Suki were the standouts from the younger cast. Suki is considerably different from the OG but it was acted and written well, and is an interesting choice. Sokka's quips, while not as numerous as in the OG, were fun. Physical comedy is obviously more toned down because real bodies can't do the same shit as cartoons. More about his arc choices later. Zuko was a bit toned down from the OG but IMO also the closest to it. And as someone who's almost finished with a Zuko AU fanfic, I was positively cackling due to the fact that some of the choices made for the character are similar to something I've done in my fic.

As for the rest of the main kids, there'll be more in the spoiler bits, BUT, they're different, and feel less experienced in acting. They're not bad but some choices were definitely different than in the show and they offer interesting opportunities. We'll see how they pan out, but be prepared for some speculation from me.

Fight scenes sometimes had IMO slow moments in the choreo, and they could have been better. Some were excellent, some a bit ehhh.

On the whole, I think this is about 7 out of 10. Some moments were 8 out of 10. It's a passable adaptation

Spoilery thoughts waaaay down.

Whoo boy. Where to start here?

Let's start with the cramming. As far as I can tell from my notes, the episodes are roughly divided like so:

EP1: 3,5 and bits (Boy in the Iceberg, Avatar Returns, Southern Air Temple, half of the Storm, bits of Avatar and the Fire Lord)

EP2: 1 and bits (Warriors of Kyoshi, part of Waterbending Scroll)

EP3: 3 halves (King of Omashu, Jet, Northern Air Temple)

EP4: 1, 4 halves and bits (King of Omashu, Jet, Northern Air Temple, Cave of Two Lovers, half of Winter Solstice P1, bits of the Avatar Day,)

EP5: 2 halves and pieces of 3 (half of Winter Solstice P1, half of Bato of the Water Tribe, part of Southern Raiders, part of the Library, part of Siege of the North) AND timeskip mention of the Great Divide and the pirates from Waterbending Scroll

EP6: 2, two halves and bits (Winter Solstice P2, Blue Spirit, half of Bato of the Water Tribe half of the Storm, part of Siege of the North)

EP7: 2 (Waterbending Master, Siege of the North)

EP8: 2 and pieces (Siege of the North, Return to Omashu, bits of Northern Air Temple, part of the Library)

Waterbending Scroll is a bit of throughline because you see moments of training in pretty much all of the episodes.

Episode 1 was very full, and felt rushed at times. There were a few places where they could have shortened some parts (like the earthbender spy scene at the start) to give more time for other stuff. Biggest gripes are the convenience of timing – Aang going off to clear his head only for everyone to die that very night. HOWEVER, me and my friends talked about it being likely Spirit shenanigans going "fuck, Air Nomads are gonna die now, we need to deepfreeze the Avatar for storage." We also concluded that the sudden current of Sokka and Katara finding Aang was either physics we don't understand, or Spirit shenanigans. Also the thing about all the Air Nomads coming over for the Great Comet festival? And then having so few of them on screen? Sorry, but I ain't buying it. Having such a sparse population in one temple I could have bought (with caveats) but adding in the gathering, nah.

Episode 2, Sokka-Suki was beautiful. I think it works even with the removed downplaying of girls capabilities (this change also brought some other stuff to Sokka I absolutely adored in later episodes but I'll talk about that when I start ranting about the characters). This was pretty close to the OG episode in many ways and I really don't have other problems with it, besides the somewhat childish end discussion about hope and shit with Aang and Suki's mom (Suki having a badass mom is fun). Manifesting Avatars and being able to talk to them only at their shrines will be an interesting take on stuff. Because that will affect some stuff on later seasons and I'm not sure how.

(And considering how scared Aang is of the Avatar State this early on, we might end up skipping the Avatar State in the next season. At least partially. Because we did get a lot of info now.)

That's a very full itinerary and it was hardest to follow at eps 3-4 because there were so many things going on. Jet's and the Mechanist's conflicting storylines made for an interesting drama (though, again, hard to follow) and gave Sokka and Katara something to do – which they didn't really have in the OG Omashu episode, which was what Aang was mostly dealing with here. In my opinion these two episodes didn't get a proper handling, because they're one of the few instances were we get people from the Earth Kingdom doing questionable shit, but we don't really discuss it. And while everyone know marketing is a mistake (it makes no one happy), considering that this series was trying to sell itself as a more mature take, that feeling is left kinda lacking in regards to Jet and the Mechanist. I do appreciate Bumi being fucking bitter, like Yass, you go king, as well as the bit with the Earth Kingdom soldiers speaking of grief and mistreating Iroh. That complexity is what was left lacking with Jet and the Mechanist, and how Katara and Sokka dealt with that emotionally. Also loved Zuko getting hit by a broom and Iroh taking the fall for him. The Zuko-Zhao alliance was an interesting angle to take (after messing it up pfft) and establishing early that Azula is a master infiltrator? I liked that move, also the fact that there are Fire Nation rebels. Although I fucking loved the quick fake marriage.

5 and 6, despite being about as full if not fuller, were weaven together really well in my opinion. My biggest gripe with that two episode storyline was how the Fire Sage Shyu-Aang team-up was done – not that it was any better in the OG to be fair but it is more jarring in live action. I just about died at the 41st twist because holy shit that's an amazing angst take and I appreciate it so much. And while we do get Aang planting an acorn, it feels like a really small moment and I think the Hei Bai issue should have got a bit more attention as the episode was resolved. Koh was fucking terrifying and the appearance of Wan Shi Tong – and in the last two episodes the appearance of the celestial objects calendar machine, as well as the fact that Zhao got his dirt on Tui and La from a Fire Sage – leads me to believe we won't be getting the Library episode next season.

(The only way I can see Return to Omashu happening is if it's remixed with Imprisoned which was totally left out of this season, or we get the important info aka neutral Jing info all from the Swamp, or from a letter Bumi sent. I personally think Return to Omashu-Imprisoned remix is more likely, just so we can prep Teo and the Mechanist for the Day of the Black Sun which we saw flashing by on the celestial objects machine just before we finally got the confirmation that Sozin's Comet is still a thing. Although The Avatar State could also be remixed into this in a sort of "yes, Earth Kingdom needs to free Bumi etc but I can't do it in Avatar State, we need to be smart.")

Episodes 7 and 8 were pretty chill in pacing issues. I thought Yue was a bit too quick in warming up to Sokka but considering how it was explained I can accept it. Also, the fact that Tui and La are intelligent enough to not be fish 24/7/365 is a change that makes sense although the whole Ice Moon (is it the local Halloween?) thing was very out of left field. Women joining the fight was a wild update and definitely more of a modern take than an early 2000s take. Do I have other thoughts? Sure, but I don't want to write bajillion essays and I just want a general overview in one post.

Zuko is, like I said, a standout. Absolutely love his conspiracy board, and as someone who writes a fic with a more scholarly inclined Zuko, I loved him being able to draw, being the foremost Avatar expert in the world (you can't tell me there can be more than one or two people out there who know more than Zuko at this point, look at his research), and having opinions about calligraphy brushes. Ugh, my heart. There's some absolutely wonderful acting happening and he does action really well. Is he a bit less explosive than in the OG? Sure, but one must remember, that adaptations are just licensed fanfics. His abuse background is in the performance, and my biggest question is the Agni Kai. There was a certain desperation in his face, so he must have wanted to make an impression on Ozai, and maybe felt a bit more like he had the right to it – as this show made it clear he had been invited in the War Council and did not needle his way in. Also the 41st twist oh holy smokes I just about screamed. His flaw is still anger and trouble thinking plans through.

Azula (her bangs in the flashback crack me up, was that her emo phase?) is more obviously affected by Ozai's games in this. I know OG Azula has loads of fans and there are loads of deep dives into her character and abuse and etc, but this is actually the first time her writing has made it obvious to me. She's still cold and calculating, but she's affected by more things and that makes her into a more approachable character for me. I know many fans got this from the OG portrayal so I know this is a me thing.

Sokka is another standout. I saw an interview where the actor was like "I tried to interject and ad lib humour where I could" and I appreciate it, because a lot of them made me cackle. There was some really good humour there. As for his arc and conflict; I think it's really interesting that he tries to live up to his dad's image of a warrior, and doing it very much out of duty. It isn't so much that he wants to be a warrior, but he wants to be good enough and I think that came through wonderfully. He can be a warrior, but it ain't his passion. It also offers very interesting bonding possibilities and parallels with Zuko. My heart broke at that ice-dodging scene in episode 5, as well as his heart-to-heart with Katara in episode 4 (fucking SIBLING LOVE TRIUMPHS). Also absolutely loved the fact that he supported Katara being a warrior in the North. His flaws in the OG are self-esteem issues (nailed here), and a certain level of arrogance, that affected his attitude towards girls at times. The latter has been removed but considering it only lasted until episode 4 in the OG series anyway, I don't see it as a terribly big deal. We can still get his "it'll totally work out this way" arrogant moment at pretty much any point in the story in the future.

Katara has trouble emoting. I don't know how much experience her actor has with acting, but I hope she gets better with practice. There are some very nice bonding moments she has with Sokka and Aang that bring emotion out, but she's very stone faced a lot of the time. One could read it as a symptom of seeing her mother being literally burned alive but that depends on how her arc is written in future seasons, and how it's acted. I really like the parallel with Sokka, of him trying to be a warrior out of duty, while Katara wants to be that and has trouble getting the opportunity to do so. This came out really well in episode 4. The fact that she was made a fucking commander of sorts at North was amazing moment of proving to her that she can be, that she is, a warrior. I'm kinda sad her temper has been left out of the writing, because with her being a self-taught water bender (which I'm okay with because we see her practising every fucking episode) there's a threat of her sliding into so-called Mary Sue territory. Hopefully Toph's inclusion brings her temper out next season. She's also missing some of her naiveté, although having a crush on the first good looking outsider (with fucking mirrored shots) just like her brother is hilarious.

Aang is... to mature. He gets a lot of really good and morally and ethically right speeches, and while he expresses that he's scared and doesn't know what he's doing, it still feels too mature. He also doesn't have that many dumbass child moments (what was that episode he just went "oops" in, that was funny and felt childlike, and then there was the water fight he had with Katara). It could be because we're going through stuff so fast but it'll be hard to fix later. I kinda like how his connection with Katara is being the last of their kind and loss – and then the small really good acting in ep7 when Katara says stewed sea prunes taste like home, and you can just see him go "oh, there's still someplace she can belong to, unlike me." I loved his calligraphy brush discussion with Zuko, because there was the beginnings of a bond there. As a friend said, it's nice they removed the Disney princess like love at first sight thing from the OG. If this turns into a romance (I have thoughts on that... later) I feel like it has a better chance to grow organically. No, I never shipped Kataang, please refer to the context part of this post.

Suki had a fun isolated, but curious, and socially awkward vibe to her. She's obviously different from the OG, but it's a fun and interesting difference, as the most characterisation we ever got for her was badass. Yue was interesting, more assertive and playful, which I liked. I also liked the fact that she had obvious duties and was expected to be the next chief. Even if the Northern Water Tribe sexism was kept, this felt like it added some dimension to it. June flirting with Iroh was hilarious, enough said. Mai and Ty Lee are blanks of wood. Their writing, and the direction they were given was horrible, and they're a prime example of that awkward standing and bad framing issue I mentioned way earlier. Ty Lee could have at least been bending herself into a pretzel, and Mai could have been using a knife to dig stuff from under her nails or something. I hope they get better writing and direction in the future.

Iroh was honestly pretty enjoyable. There were some moments of skilled evasive answering, but I was left missing him saying that Zuko was like a son to him. They do have really good chemistry though and you can see the care between the characters. I hated the long monologue at the end of episode 6, that felt very much beneath whatever target audience they were aiming for, and failed show not tell. Not perfect but can improve. Also, that one part where they played Leaves on the Vine, I almost died.

Ozai being a manipulative, abusive game addict is different but offers him some agency and motivation besides megalomania, which I appreciate. He had a peculiar expression when he burned Zuko, and that smells like hidden lore to me.

That's probably every character I feel like addressing at this point. However, I did mention romance in Aang's section, and I have to agree with the other whispers on the net. The fucking scarf scene. At this point, it's more likely for this show to be Zutara than Kataang IMO. BUT before people go and blow up about it, some points; cartoons offer more leeway in visual age differences, I feel like they would need to extend ATLALA plot line to last several years (instead of like, 9 months it's in the OG) to make it visually make sense. The Fortuneteller (as well as Katara's obsession with love?), and Aang's love at first sight have all been written out. Cave of Two Lovers was used for sibling love on the first season, and we ain't visiting that location again, not with how efficiently we did pretty much all of the Omashu stuff this season. Most of the Kataang iconic moments have been left out deliberately. Does this mean we'll get Zutara? Of course not, but due to the scarf scene, as well as that rivals thing they have going (we literally have two fights between Zuko and Katara this season, and the water sprout she used to thwart his fireball in episode one, and if that isn't a traditional beginning of a rivalry, nothing is), it's certainly more likely at this point than Kataang.

But we'll see, just like with everything else. It's an okay start, it's far from perfect, but it does offer new viewpoints that I find fascinating.

What's in the future.

I already explained my Return to Omashu-Imprisoned-Avatar State mash-up idea above, and that we'll likely miss the Library. I also think Avatar Day will be left out. I do however think, that we'll get the Deserter next season. We also need a way for Aang to learn about the Comet coming again and if Library is out (and probably also the Desert), best chances are IMO the Swamp or the Fortuneteller (remixing those two together is also possible). Or maybe Yeong Yeong has spies and they tell him about the Comet and he tells the Gaang. I also think they'll be foreshadowing/setting up White Lotus a bit more than we got in the OG.

I don't quite have my thought together enough to make any other guesses, but we will get Toph, Ba Sing Se, and Azula's Mean Girls Squad, but no clue yet how they'll be remixed. Season 2 has a much clearer timeline structure, whereas season 1 had a lot of episodic stuff that doesn't timeline wise offer too many roadblocks for remixes, as we saw with what they did with Omashu.

I think that's about everything I can think off. If you have comments, please be nice. This was mostly rambling, and tin foil hat baiting.

#avatar the last Airbender live action #avatar the last airbender #atlala #natla #netflix avatar the last airbender #review #thoughts #spoilers #non-spoilers #I'm sad people prefer the term natla to atlala #I'll keep calling it atlala for funsies #season 2 speculation #character analysis

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uplatterme · 2 years

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Oh, Dear Detective! II

cw: heizou x reader, gn!reader, fatui!reader, oooo first kiss how scandalous 👀

a/n: i lowkey feel like rewriting the first one now since i made it as a one-off and u can see how much effort i put into this one than the other 💀 also, ill see how this one does and see if i should make it into a series!

Part I | Commissions

tags: @forgotten-blues, @elaineiris, @zanpastries

Your sudden absence from Inazuma didn’t slip out of Heizou’s mind. The last time he saw you was a week ago, which was quite concerning as you always somehow managed to find wherever he is at all times. Unfortunately, he couldn’t reciprocate that despite him being a professional with these sort of things.

It was as if you never existed to begin with, if not for the hair tie that you left him from before. He wondered if he did something wrong but everything seemed normal that day. You weren’t acting suspicious at all, nor did you have any reason for leaving him without a word.

So what was our dear detective’s decision?

“Kidnapped. I think (Name)’s been kidnapped.”

“What?! How could that be?!” Paimon exclaimed.

“It’s only a theory for now. I’ve got no one else to ask, which is why I’m turning to you, Traveler.” He explained, it was supposed to be expected. Heizou has made enemies by being a detective. It would only make sense that someone had taken you because of him.

Staring at the hair tie on his wrist, he planted a soft kiss and promised that no matter what, he would find you and make whoever did this pay.

“Still as heartless as ever, (Name).” Pantalone stated.

“It was a shame, but it’s what I do best. Besides, I’d never get with someone who’s working under the murderer of Rosalyne.” You walked right next to him, getting a cigarette out from your pockets. Something to keep you warm against Snezhnaya’s freezing temperature.

Heizou would always keep you warm.

“Scaramouche is heading back to Liyue. I don’t know why but that’s what I’ve gathered.” The mere mention of Liyue had a certain ginger look over to you but you paid no mind.

Pulcinella joined your conversation as the others mourn the tragic death that’s once again caused by a so-called God. “Work is off for now, (Name). How was it?”

“How was what?”

“Inazuma.” He clarified.

“It is very different compared to here but I did enjoy the trip. The food was quite good and–” You quickly stop yourself almost making the mistake of having his name slip out of your mouth.

Mistake?

How would that be a mistake? It didn’t matter to you anymore, your job was done. This was for the Tsaritsa, for Rosalyne, and for everyone here who’s suffered due to an archon’s wrongdoing.

“I don’t think I could ever live in that country.”

“Hmmm… So, (Name) really didn’t say anything?” Paimon questioned, trailing behind the two.

“No, they always say something if they’re going anywhere but it’s been a week.”

Aether stopped in his tracks, an idea coming to him. “Commission.”

“I would like the others to help out. However, they’re not particularly fond of the commission.” He remembered having to tug you away, afraid that you’d start a fight with the General. It was funny reminiscing about it now but he was in panic at the time.

It was incredible in itself actually. You spend so much time with him but he barely knows where to start. “(Name)’s a great detective too. I’m sure if they got taken then they would’ve left something.”

“Excuse me?” Heizou uttered back to Aether.

Paimon backed away, sensing the unnerving tension.

The blonde sighed, “I’m not saying that (Name) left on their own. There might be clues that we’ve overlooked.”

He felt insulted. Both with the fact that he was distrusting you and his detective skills. Him? Miss a clue? He could never.

“Right! Maybe they just went fishing is all!” Paimon laughed awkwardly, trying to make a space between them.

Days passed but everything remained the same and Heizou laid down on his futon restless. He can still feel your hands pinning his wrists down. His partner went out of nowhere and all the Commission could do was put missing posters across the country. How would that help at all? He finally understood why you always felt annoyed. The detective’s frustration flowed through his veins.

All he had of you was that stupid hair tie.

It wasn’t blackmail. If it was, then he’d be contacted by now. What’s the use of his skills if he can’t even find you? What’s the use if you’re not there every time to praise him and remind him when he’s overworking himself?

He missed you.

His thoughts rendered back to the first time you worked together. You were like a dog who’s ready to bite off his head and he’s seen a taroumaru on the loose once without dinner.

“I’m Heizou, it’s a pleasure to be working with you.”

“I know.”

He introduced himself in hopes that he’d get a handshake in return but you didn’t even say your name at all. He had to find that out himself.

Well, he’s dealt with much ruder clients. He would be able to handle you.

“Can you stop that? It’s distracting.” You have been relentlessly tapping your shoe on the ground and staring at the board with no further progress on the investigation.

“You act like you’ve been doing anything.” You said, standing from your chair and looking directly in his eyes.

He scoffed. “And you have? I’ve done everything, from interviewing and getting our client’s alibi.”

“Yet, you can’t still solve it…” His patience continued to thin, you were supposed to be working together, not whatever this was?

“Someone’s said that I’m not easy to get along with but I’ve never thought anyone else could top that.”

You sighed, you wanted to get home as soon as possible. Not whatever this was, you just needed to finish your mission then you’d sail away and never come back.

“Why don’t you try looking at it another way, Mr. Detective?”

“Like what?–”

He stumbled off his chair, eyes widened full of surprise. He would’ve never seen this once coming at all.

A deep kiss from you as you held his chin.

Heizou was stunned, unable to find the right words to say next.

He didn’t need a mirror to see how red he was. “(N-Name)! I don’t see how this is helping!”

You threw him a folder to which he confusedly looked at. “I’ve read this one.”

“No, you haven’t. I got this one from the client’s twin.”

With scrunched up eyebrows, he read the file. He never knew that there was another person involved. Yet, here you were presenting evidence out of thin air.

“How?”

“Sometimes, clues are buried deep in snow.”

He laughed at your answer. “That’s a weird way of phrasing it but alright.”

“Let’s catch this scum.”

“Sometimes, clues are buried deep in snow.” He repeated to himself and looked once more at the hair tie you gave him.

He’d never seen this design before, nor the cloth it was made from. Running as quick as he can to his book shelf, he searched until he finally found it.

Snow. This tie.

It was as if the pieces were there but he had no way of putting it together.

Snezhnaya. The fatui.

Shit.

“Why are you involved with the fatui, (Name)?”

“(Name).”

“Sir Pierro.” You bowed your head from his sudden call. You’ve never actually spoken before with him as you worked under Signora.

He nodded, allowing you to raise your head. Your heartbeat beating fast as you await the rest of his words.

“It’s a shame of what happened. I know how close the two of you were.”

“Yes, she was like family.” You answered, still not knowing where this was about to go.

“That being said…”

“How would you like to be a candidate as a member of the Harbingers?”

#sub genshin impact #sub genshin #dom reader #dom!reader #plattered writings #genshin impact smut #heizou #heizou x reader #sub heizou #sub!heizou #genshin x reader #genshin impact

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m0chisenpai · 1 year

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Nostalgia

Pre Avatar Way of Water

platonic!Kiri x Navi!Black!Reader

When Kiri was born a certain warmth filled your life in a way you had not expected. At first you couldn’t wrap your head around how the one who loved you and practically raised you birthed a daughter. And her daughter was like her in so many ways. When you first held Kiri tears cascaded down your cheeks at the gentle baby.

How ironic was it, that just as Grace protected you, you sat here protecting her daughter. She clung to you in a way none of your mates expected.

When Kiri was born you all agreed that she needed and deserved the same love Lo'ak and Netayem received. And you all planned for some time in the future to explain her mother. She learned early, and accepted easily. Perhaps it was the innocence of a chid Neytiri mused.

But you felt something different within Kiri. How she connected with Pandora. It was the same connection ad love her mother had once. How Grace's eyes would light up in the forests and with the children.

Kiri lied on your lap, her head on your leg as you softly sang to yourself, threading and mending the beads together to the necklace for your own little one.

“Sa’nok” you hummed as her small hands caressed your swollen stomach, “what will the little one be like?”

“Hmmm well, I have the feeling the little one will look like me more than your father. But he thinks the little one will look strongly similar to him.”

“I wish I looked like you Sa’nok.”

“You like your mother my Kiri, she was a beautiful woman with a beautiful spirit. You grow more and more into her each and every day.”

“You knew her Sa’nok?”

You smiled down at those wide eyes as you smoothed the hair from her eyes “oh yes I did. She was a fierce warrior. She fought for this tribe, for the entire forest. I remember when I first met her, do you know what she called me?”

You leaned in and whispered, “Dr.Ginger” and Kiri let out a fit of giggles as she repeated the word past girlish little giggles, “what is ginger Sa’nok?”

“Well when I first came here I was human. And I have this bright..orange hair! But humans call it ginger. So when your mother first saw me she scrunched her nose up and said “where are you heading ginger?””

You felt like a mouse under the gaze of the scientist. Out of habit you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose and pushed behind one of your bright coils.

“No ma’am I was sent here to assist in the Avatar program.”

Smoke billowed from the corner of her lip as she carelessly blew the smoke to the side.“And what are your qualifications, ginger?”

Your nose scrunched up as the fire in your ears pooled to your cheeks, but not out of embarrassment. Out of anger, and so you spat out, “for your information Dr.Augusutine you may refer to me as Dr.Ginger. I received a PHD in alien studies with my thesis on the na’vi peoples culture. In fact I wrote and assisted in the publication of multiple papers and mastered the language during my program. So excuse my language Dr.Augustine but I damn sure have just as many qualifications as you.”

The woman's face remained neutral the entire time and you just knew you’d be back to earth on the next ship to arrive. All those years, your sweet and tears. Your sister would be disappointed to hear it, you just know it.

But the woman's lips quirked in a wry smile as she cocked her head, “how many hours have you logged Dr.Ginger?”

And you cleared your throat “around 400.”

Her hand smacked you on the shoulder which she used to push you further into the lab, “Welcome to the team.”

Unbeknownst to you as you recounted the story, the little girl fell asleep in your arms. Her head resting atop your stomach as you smiled, continuing to brush your fingers through her hair. A reminiscent smile on your face as you watched her features.

The true resemblance of her mother. And as you gazed down upon her, you allowed your own eyes to close. Unknown to you two stray woodsprites floated down to blanket the both of you carried by the gentle breeze of that warm morning.. One upon your swollen belly another on Kiri’s cheek.

#Kiri x reader #avatar x reader #avatar way of water #platonic!kiri x reader #sully family x reader #sully family

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leaderoffestivals · 6 months

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Mikejima Madara FS2 4*: On a Wintery Street Corner in Paris

Madara: PLEASE PARDON THE INTRUSIOOON ☆ Shu: GEH—? Mi—Mikejima… …!? What in the world are you doing here!?

Season: Winter Author: Yuumasu Characters: Mikejima Madara, Itsuki Shu

Shu: Nnngh… … Yawn~...

(Because of the consecutive all-nighters I’ve pulled—or perhaps due to the immense relief I felt at having delivered the final products—I ended up sleeping soundly until well past noon.

Umu. Fortunately, there’s plenty of lead time before the next job is due. I will need to prioritise a proper rest in order to achieve the perfect results.

Perhaps, I could take a stroll and clear my head—)

Madara: PLEASE PARDON THE INTRUSIOOON ☆

Shu: GEH—? Mi—Mikejima… …!? What in the world are you doing here!?

Hmph! Cease this tomfoolery of yours, and get yourself gone this instant! The last thing I’d want is for a barbarian like you to be rampaging around my atelier!

Madara: Hahaha! What a nostalgic exchange of words!

I recall having a similar conversation with you back in the day when we were both in Yumenosaki Academy! It was about the Museum (1), if I remember correctly—

Shu: NON! I have no intention of reminiscing about Yumenosaki with you!

You came here for a reason, did you not? State your business quickly, and in as few words as possible.

Madara: My business, huh~? What if I told you it's “Nothing at all”?

Shu: (glares) … … … …

Madara: Sorry, sorry! I was just kidding, alright? Please stop with the death glare already!

Actually, I’m here because Leo-san asked me for a favour.

Shu: Hmm? Because of Tsukinaga… …?

Madara: Yes. Apparently, he’s been treating the pen case that Shu-san gave him like a precious treasure, however—

He was so focused on caring for the case, that he left all his writing stuff behind in this atelier.

Shu: So that’s the reason he ended up taking just the pen case home with him? He’s quite the amazing fellow for doing that, honestly.

And what about you? Did you really come all this way to Paris just for Tsukinaga’s forgotten items?

Madara: Nope. It just so happened I had some business in Europe, so I just dropped by.

Shu: “Just dropped by”—you say? Even though “Europe” can be expressed as a single word, it’s still not a place you can travel about hither and yon on a whim and fancy.

Anyway, Tsukinaga’s belongings aren’t here anymore. The other day, I happened to send some parcels to Seisoukan, so I slipped his forgotten items in as well. That’s where they are now.

For heaven’s sake. Anyone and everyone seems to be carelessly leaving their things behind lately. They’re travelling abroad after all; I’d really wish they’d be more careful!

Madara: I agree. The language and culture are different here, so one shouldn’t assume that things will be the same as back home in Japan. It’s better to be more careful in the end.

However, I believe the reason people always leave their stuff behind in Shu’s atelier is because they feel so much at home here, you knowww ♪

Shu: Hmph. I’m not happy to hear that at all. This place isn’t a playground, you know.

It looks like you've made a wasted trip. Will you be leaving Paris right away?

Madara: Nope. I’ve got some time before my flight, so I’ll relax and enjoy myself till then.

… … Hmmm? Why are you all dressed up for?

Are you heading out? If so, I’d absolutely love to tag along ☆

Shu: Hmph. Forget it. Being with you, Mikejima, doesn’t exactly spell rest and relaxation for me.

Madara: Haha! Oh, come on, don’t say that! As the saying goes, “No road is long in good company”, and two people will have more fun together than when they’re on their own, you knowww ♪

Shu: Umu. It seems there’s a flea market held here during the weekends.

Madara: Oooh. What a classic Parisian scene~

You may already know this, but the origins of the flea market started right here in Paris.

It is said that the name came from the fact that ‘antiques could be found in such sheer numbers, it was likened to a gathering of fleas’.

Shu: Urk. Please spare me your detailed description. I already knew about the name’s origins from long ago, and simply imagining it as you have described it makes my back itch.

Besides, there are other theories about the origin of the name.

Personally, I much prefer the idea that the name came about because of "the thrill which comes from the time and effort spent hunting for hidden treasures here, which are as elusive as fleas.”

Madara: The thrill of a long hunt, huh? Indeed, the accomplishment you feel when you locate a hidden treasure is reeeally something special!

Madara: … … Oh, what's this? It seems I have found something good right away!

Yes, yes! This piece of pottery will be perfect to display some plants ☆

Shu: Humu. Is gardening a hobby of yours?

Madara: No, I wouldn’t exactlyyy call it a hobby, but—

I’m not sure who started it, but my dorm room is full~ of plants. I myself add in new ones occasionally too.

Madara: [Excuse me, Shopkeeper! I’m interested in this piece of pottery here—]

Shu: (... … Hoho. His French seems pretty good, from all that time spent abroad. The best part of the flea market is the haggling over the price. It’s a battle of wits on how skilfully one can negotiate… …) <Ten minutes later.>

Madara: HEYYYY! I’m baaack, Shu-san!

I’m sooo sorry to have kept you waiting. Things got reeeally lively with the shopkeeper, and our conversation got carried away!

Shu: It’s alright, I don’t mind. I’m glad you got what seems to be a good deal.

It’s really none of my business what happens to you, but witnessing someone I know get ripped off doesn’t sit right with me.

Madara: Ufufu. Have you been worried about me, Shu-san? You’re sooo kind… … ♪

Shu: Oh, for heaven’s sake. Stop jumping to weird conclusions. I simply did not wish to have an unpleasant experience.

Madara: Hahaha! Even so, it made me reeeally happy ♪

And since I managed to score a good deal just now, I’ll give you a treat as a thank you for waiting!

Please recommend a local specialty, Shu-san!

Shu: Hmmm… … In that case, how about “Marron Chaud”—or roasted chestnuts?

It’s a winter specialty that’s sold all over town at this time of the year.

Madara: Hoho! That sounds great. It seems like it’ll warm the body up too!

There’s the scent of something reeeally fragrant coming from over there. Let’s go grab some right now… … ☆

Translator’s Notes: 1) (!) era story, Steampunk Museum.

#ensemble stars #enstars tl #mikejima madara #Itsuki Shu #MaM #Valkyrie #Yuumasu #Thank you so much for normal Madara stories #Foreign language use #French

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taste-your-silhouette · 1 year

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Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams

Pairings: Vic De Angelis xfem!reader

Contents: Fluff, SMUT

Summary: You're an up-and-coming actress, and Vic's best friend since high school. You have been friends and in love with each other for as long as you can remember. So when you have the chance to be together, it's magical.

Words: ~2276

A/N: Firstly, English isn't my native language, so pleeease forgive me if you come across any errors while reading. It's my first fanfiction, but I've planned it so so so much and I sincerely hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it!

"Well, she is..." A torrent of reminiscences flooded your mind, evoking memories of your youthful days, your time together in high school, and the challenging battles you fought to progress in your careers, always finding each other and nurturing your affection whenever circumstances permitted. "the love of my life."

In that poignant moment, it felt as though the air itself froze in your lungs, while a profound chill coursed through your entire being, setting your stomach aflutter.

"So, enlighten us on the factors contributing to your current state of not being together," the interviewer probed.

"We're constantly in each other's company, you know, whenever we can orchestrate it," you responded with a chuckle. "We're currently living the pinnacle of our lives, I mean, career-wise, you know? Måneskin is rocking it worldwide and I've got a TV series and two movies in the pipeline. It's quite a juggling act. Therefore, we're doing our utmost, just going with the flow."

You and the journalist continued to engage in lively discussions covering various topics, including your professional journey and the prospects of your upcoming projects. However, it was the part about your personal life that made you the most jittery. You had openly professed your love for Victoria in an interview for one of the biggest magazines in the world. Not that you both had never expressed your feelings for each other before, but this was different.

"What is the projected publication date for the article?" you inquired of the journalist.

"In a fortnight. Why do you ask? Regretting any of your statements?" she inquired, with a touch of suspicion yet clandestinely relishing the notion of your potential regret.

"Oh, not in the slightest," you responded, chuckling. "Simply curious."

🎸

"Guess who's rocking the cover of Rolling Stone!" your publicist burst into the dressing room, where you were getting ready for a TV show.

"Finally!" You widened your eyes and asked for a moment to quickly skim through the article. Of all the topics discussed, the focal point inevitably became your heartfelt declaration of love for Victoria, as though you had never before professed your love to her.

As you read snippets of the article, your phone rang, and a snapshot of you and Vic materialized with her name.

"Ciao cuore mio," you enthusiastically answered the call.

"So, am I really the love of your life?" Vic responded, her smile palpable.

"Did you read the magazine? I forewarned you, they would exploit it shamelessly, akin to treasure seekers lusting after gold."

"I only read the parts that piqued my interest, obviously. You look absolutely hot in the photoshoot they did. I want a poster of each of those pictures to plaster on the ceiling of every hotel I stay at during our tour." You struggle to contain your laughter, but it's futile.

You both shared a laugh for a moment. You needed to get back to doing your makeup, but hearing Victoria's voice was so invigorating. You missed her immensely.

"I wanna see you. It's been far too long since our last encounter, I can't bear it any longer," Victoria whispered the final sentence, sending shivers down your spine.

You were aware that the band was in the midst of their tour, so if you didn't go to meet her, you wouldn't be able to see each other.

"I have a recording session today, but I'm available all weekend. Where will you be?"

"Hmmm, we'll be passing through Germany. We have a concert in Berlin today and another in Cologne tomorrow. I'll have Sunday free. Fancy a little adventure around Germany?"

"Only if I have a backstage pass for the concert in Cologne."

"You always do, Y/N," Victoria replied confidently.

"Deal, now I have to go, I'm running terribly late. See you there."

🎸

At 7pm, you strolled into the dressing room accompanied by the security guards. Vic, Thomas and Ethan were gathered in a room adorned with an array of intriguing items, and serendipitously, you entered just as Victoria enveloped Thomas from behind, insinuating an intimate encounter. The vibrant energy exuded in that moment reignited a sense of belonging within you.

"I can't believe I made it to this amazing gathering!" You exclaim boisterously, bursting into laughter.

"Now the Måneskin is complete!" Thomas bellows, thrusting his hands into the air as he approaches to embrace you.

"Mia cara amica Y/N, I saved some slices of pizza for you," Ethan chimes in, hugging you while holding his drumsticks.

Damiano appears, shouting something incomprehensible, and in an instant, you find yourself on his shoulders.

"She's the love of my life," Damiano exclaims, mimicking your voice and bursting into laughter. "I've loved her ever since I grasped the true meaning of love. So much love for her!"

You close your eyes and burst into laughter as Damiano playfully mocks you, creating a nostalgic atmosphere where you all feel like carefree teenagers once again.

Suddenly, Victoria appears, perched atop Ethan's shoulders, mirroring your playful stance. You lock eyes, and in that moment, the world seems to stand still, leaving only the two of you. Having been apart for several months, every reunion is an explosion of emotions. One particular phrase she shared with you after a year-long separation still resonates: "I wanna swim between your thighs” Not long after that, Victoria confessed that, inspired by the night you spent together, she wrote "For Your Love" in just 20 minutes.

Your train of thought was abruptly halted when Damiano playfully released you, allowing Victoria to seize your face with both hands. With a glimmer of excitement in her eyes, she examined your features before planting a passionate kiss on your lips.

Regrettably, the kiss was short-lived, as they needed to take the stage. You accompanied them backstage, assisting Damiano and Thomas with their attire. When you approached Victoria to lend a hand, she awaited you with a radiant smile.

"I promise, once we're finished, I'll be completely devoted to you," she pledged, punctuating her words with one final kiss before donning her blazer.

"Oh, baby, rest assured, I'll be right here, hungrily devouring every captivating moment of the concert, my desires ignited by your mesmerizing performance."

"Mmm, I can feel the exhilaration coursing through my veins, knowing that this time, those deliciously naughty cravings will surpass your wildest imagination and materialize into an intoxicating reality."

She gave you a mischievous grin and, before turning towards the stage, playfully blew you an air kiss.

The concert was absolutely mind-blowing. The four of them were rocking it harder than ever, and your heart swelled with pride, having been there since their very first dream of starting a band and supporting them through every phase. Whenever Victoria had a chance to come backstage, she would shower you with passionate kisses, leaving you breathless.

By the end of the concert, they were buzzing with energy.

"You guys were fucking amazing!! I love you so much, I missed you!"

"We missed you too!" Ethan shouted over the roaring crowd, and Thomas nodded in agreement.

"Now that you're a big-shot actress, it's rare to see you tagging along to concerts with us," teased Damiano, laughing and tousling his hair. "But enough with this drama, I know you and Victoria are burning up inside. So go on, go head to the hotel and have a blast!"

"Next time, I'll bring Giorgia along so you won't be bored out of your mind, alright?"

We were teasing each other while Victoria changed outfits, and when she emerged in a different ensemble from the one she wore on stage, you, Damiano, and Thomas attempted to mimic a challenging dance move Thomas had seen on TikTok. Ethan, on the other hand, dared you to perform the same dance while he evaluated and gave it a rating.

As soon as you laid eyes on her, she looked absolutely stunning, even more down-to-earth than she did just moments ago on stage.

"Alright, enough fooling around, I've won, and my prize is Victoria. See you later." You halted the dance, approached Victoria, and planted a kiss on her lips.

🎸

You hop into an Uber to head back to the hotel, chatting away during the ride. Conversation has never been an issue for you both—you always have so much to catch up on since your lives are jam-packed, leaving little time for heart-to-heart talks.

"Last week, I was in Paris, did you catch that? Y/N, I stumbled upon this incredible restaurant that we absolutely have to try together. It's right up your alley, with all your favorite things. The whole time I was there, I couldn't stop thinking about you," she confessed.

"Was that the day you called me, and I couldn't pick up?"

"Yes, exactly! I just wanted to hear your voice. Sometimes it sucks being so far away from you," she replied, her gaze lowered as her hand gently glided up your thighs.

"We've arrived," the driver announces, and you step out of the car.

The moments leading up to entering Victoria's hotel room were a whirlwind for you, consumed by thoughts of indulging in every inch of her captivating form.

As soon as she locked the door behind you, her eyes locked onto yours, a potent mix of desire and admiration shining through. You yearned for her, craving her presence in every imaginable way. With a seductive grin, Vic shrugged off her jacket, revealing a tantalizing hint of her confidence. Closing the distance between you, she extended her hand and deftly slipped the coat off her shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.

"Now you're all mine," she whispered, pressing her lips against your exposed shoulders, playfully nibbling at your neck.

"And you're all mine, just us here," you whispered, your voice laced with possessiveness and adoration. With a gentle caress, you twirled a strand of her hair around your finger, relishing in its silky touch against your skin. In that moment, the world faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a uniquely intimate bond.

With a daring move, she firmly grasped your hips, asserting her dominance. In one swift motion, she pressed you against the wall, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. A surge of anticipation shot through you as your back met the unyielding surface.

Driven by a heady mix of desire and control, her hands began their ascent. One arm encircled you possessively, drawing you closer, while the other embarked on a tantalizingly slow journey, inching higher and higher. The tension mounted, testing your patience, until at last, she cupped your breast, igniting a surge of pleasure that rippled through your entire being.

Vic pulled back her hands with a mischievous grin.

"Not yet," she said, slowly stepping backward toward her bed, still holding your hand, her gaze fixed on you.

She undressed you completely, leaving you completely naked. A triumphant smirk played on her lips as she pushed you onto the bed, delighting in the sight of her breasts bouncing.

"I missed you so much," she whispered.

Crawling on top of you, she captured your wrists, trapping you beneath her. Her lips crashed against yours, trailing down to your chin and neck. She ravished your skin, sucking and nibbling, leaving a trail of moist kisses in her path. Then, with purposeful motion, she positioned her knee between your thighs, pressing it against your moist center. A gasp escaped her lips as you instinctively moved your hips forward.

She showered your body with kisses, leaving love bites on your sides, hips, and thighs. Her gentle touch caressed your heated skin, sending shivers of delight through your body. Vic reveled in teasing you, savoring the sound of your moans. At last, she focused her attention on your most sensitive areas, her mischievous grin fueling your excitement.

Her fingers embarked on a tantalizing dance, teasing your folds and stroking your clit. As she slid two fingers inside you, she lowered her face, nestling it between your thighs. Vic's warm breath against your skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. With deliberate slowness, she lavished your clit with a long, languid lick, her tongue pressing firmly against it. Your moans filled the air as you instinctively reached out, tangling your fingers in her blonde locks, pulling her closer to you.

Vic increased the speed of her fingers, skillfully exploring every inch of her pulsating pussy, creating a symphony of juicy, tantalizing sounds. She eagerly sucked on your clit, simultaneously thrusting her fingers in and out with rapidity. The intensity heightened, your muscles tensing, and your body edging closer to the precipice. You couldn't help but let out loud moans, the pleasure intensifying within you.

And then it happened. Your climax crashed over you like a wild wave, and you couldn't suppress the loud scream that escaped your lips. Waves of ecstasy engulfed you as you experienced the euphoric release.

Vic continued to bestow attention on your sensitive folds, indulging in a few more licks of your pussy before planting a gentle kiss on your thigh, a silent sign of satisfaction.

"I missed you so, so much," she whispered, her mouth and chin still glistening, soaked with anticipation.

"Well, now it's my turn..." you whispered, a mischievous grin spreading across your face as you pulled her down, aligning your eyes with hers.

You pressed your lips against hers in a passionate kiss, and then shifted on top of her, reversing roles. This time, you took the lead and embarked on fulfilling her deepest desires, transporting her to euphoric heights just as she had done for you.

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