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kanansdume · 1 year

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Thornidala AU

Thorn is assigned to watch over Padme after some sort of attack on the Senate/Coruscant or assassination attempt on Padme happens. They're actually in a rotating schedule, so Thorn is not the ONLY person assigned to watch over Padme as a bodyguard and generally they aren't assigning Commanders to this, but the trooper who was supposed to go on shift that day ended up hurt or something and Thorn maybe is on some sort of light duty leave after an injury and so jumps at the chance to volunteer (probably not entirely going along with medic's orders by doing so lbh) and so spends a day with Padme at the senate building playing bodyguard.

Padme's pretty busy, so while she's professionally friendly when she sees him and does recognize his rank as a Commander and asks how she managed to rate a higher ranked officer out of the blue, she's not paying Thorn a whole lot of attention and is just doing her job.

Until Anakin shows up in her office and Thorn really isn't SUPPOSED to leave the office, that's... part of the gig here and Padme actually asks Thorn to stay because she's super busy and she's trying to ask Anakin to leave and it goes badly and they end up in an argument and for a hot minute there, Thorn's worried he may have to step in and make Anakin leave. Anakin doesn't really raise his voice, but he does go from manipulative (think like the Senate Hostage episode) to more quietly demanding (kinda like in ROTS when Padme tries to insist that Palpatine's not the mensch Anakin thinks he is) and Padme is... folding. It's REALLY not Thorn's place, but if Padme's heading in that direction he'd rather not be in here when it does, so he just sort-of quietly asks if she needs him to leave, and the reminder that Thorn's been there this whole time sort-of brings Padme back to herself and she insists that Anakin leave this time.

Once he finally does, she turns to Thorn and says something to the effect of "I'm sorry you had to see that, he's not normally like that, it's just this war..." and nothing happens that explicitly makes a MARRIAGE clear to Thorn, so he has nothing to really keep secret aside from the fact that she's not making the relationship public, but she's not doing anything entirely wrong. Not recommended, frowned upon, perhaps, but not illegal. Thorn just responds with "I completely understand, Senator, this war affects us all."

Thorn's very accepting response to his accidental viewing of something Padme's sort-of embarrassed about means that any time she has to bring a squad of troopers with her on a trip or needs a trooper to accompany her somewhere, she inquires if Thorn is busy. Sometimes he is, but more than once he's available to accompany her and while he never views anything that intensely personal again, Padme knows he's trustworthy and professional.

After the Clone War ends and Palpatine removed from power and the clones released from service and granted citizenship in the Republic, things aren't going well for Anakin and Padme's marriage. They kept it a secret as long as they could, but since Anakin can spend so much more time around and with Padme now, and Padme is still swamped with work having to fix up the Senate and work out treaties with Separatists and Neutral Systems and re-work relationships with the Corporate Alliance etc etc she hardly has time for her marriage. Anakin is resentful of how little time Padme has for him and Padme starts to get frustrated at this resentment.

Things devolve until Padme just leaves for Naboo and tells Anakin not to follow her, and she goes to visit her family. Anakin is seething and basically about to explode, similar to the Clovis 2.0 arc, but maybe he does something like snap at an initiate/padawan or something and one of the Masters forces him to sit down and talk about it, because that's a line you don't cross and if you cross it, it's time to sit down and figure out how to get back in balance. Anakin doesn't really want to talk, so he effectively gets grounded until he does.

Padme goes to visit her family and is rattled enough by the way her relationship has gone that she's more inclined to lean on her family for support and listen to them when they express worry for her and just... lets it all out. Everything she's gone through, every fear she's kept bottled since the Trade Federation occupation over a decade ago, the secret marriage, the war. Her family helps her work through it and she eventually decides to end things with Anakin.

Whether this means basically serving him divorce papers or just sending him a message saying it's over, this causes Anakin to implode. He's angry, he's furious, he wants to just chase Padme down and make her see sense, but he's grounded and can't go anywhere and the Jedi won't UNDERSTAND and eventually he just kinda... starts screaming at the Jedi, starts letting it all out because it has to go SOMEWHERE and it may as well be at the Jedi who made the problem in the first place. And shit comes out that make the Jedi aware that Anakin's broken some vows and once Anakin kind-of lets it all out, he just... keeps going maybe. He gets it into his head that somehow he can get back what he's lost, if he just... proves himself better he can get Padme back and if he can appease the Jedi he'll stay a Jedi and somehow he can STILL HAVE BOTH so long as he just does as the Jedi say, so he goes along with it.

They end up sending him to Tatooine after a while with a chaperone on a sabbatical and to make amends for the massacre of the Tuskens. He stays with Beru and Owen or just meets up with them and spends time with them and they consider him Family obviously and treat him as such and while he doesn't have good memories of Tatooine, he does like the way it feels to spend time with Beru and Owen, who give him the kind of familial commitment he's so wanted, who feel so familiar to what he had with Shmi. Not QUITE the same because they're not focused on him above all else, but... similar. Family is the Most Important Thing in Tatooine, and as a member of their Family, he is Important. And, eventually, he starts to actually heal and gain some self-awareness and realizes that he DOESN'T really want to stay with the Jedi, it's not the right path for him and won't make him happy.

Padme in the meanwhile has been convinced to leave the Senate once she serves Anakin divorce papers and has been healing on Naboo, working at the university maybe with her brother-in-law or helping out at the mountain village her parents founded near Theed where she was born, getting back to her roots so to speak. Eventually she probably joins her father's Refugee Relief Movement again, helping him out as the President or taking on some sort of higher position in the organization.

And it's here that she meets Thorn again, who's either been helping out in the Refugee Relief Movement himself or working with similar organizations and he ends up on the same project as the Refugee Relief Movement with Padme. He is surprised that Padme recognizes him when he comes up to say hello and even more surprised when Padme says she wouldn't mind his company if he wants to stay and catch up some more.

They end up spending a lot of time together, partnering on projects sometimes and spending meals and leisure time together. Padme introduces him to Naboo literature and tells him childhood anecdotes and Thorn teaches Padme some of the card games the clones had invented during the war and all the ways to cheat at them and all about the crazy flora and fauna he's seen on his travels since the war. On the little time off they're given, Padme offers to take him to see various sights around Naboo. One night, when she wins her first game with him, she kisses him, to both of their surprise. But she decides to commit to it and asks if it's something he wants, and if not then there's no pressure. Thorn does. The next morning, Padme realizes that maybe they should talk about this a little more and tells him she's not really looking for a committed relationship, but that she likes him and she likes making him feel good and spending time with him. Thorn understands and is willing to live with those conditions.

After the project ends a few months later, they go their separate ways, promising to keep in touch.

Padme stays on Naboo again, getting some rest, Thorn goes to Coruscant to see Fox and catch up with his brothers who still work on the planet. Fox is in a relationship with at least one Jedi and so Thorn wants to get his advice on how that kind of stuff works because as much as he was willing to abide by Padme's limitations for their relationship, something about it was starting to sit a little different and he didn't know what to do about it. Fox tells him that it's obvious he fell in love with Padme but if she's not ready for a relationship or just doesn't feel the same way he's going to have to accept that and be happy with what she IS willing to give him or walk away. Thorn mentions that maybe he should just find himself a nice Jedi like Fox did and settle down and Fox just laughs and is like "The fact that you think anyone SETTLES DOWN with a Jedi just goes to show how bad of a match that would be for you."

Padme and Thorn keep their promise of staying in touch and meet up again when Padme makes a trip to Coruscant or something and Thorn decides to tell her how he feels. Not because he's expecting a relationship out of it, Padme was pretty clear on the arrangement and how she wasn't ready for a serious romance yet, but because he doesn't want to be dishonest with her and if she needs her space from him because of this, he wants her to be able to take it. The last thing he wants to do is make her feel uncomfortable, even inadvertently.

Padme, however, doesn't want space. She's not ready for a romantic relationship still, but the fact that Thorn came to her without expectations and was ready to step away if she asked speaks volumes. He makes her feel safe, and happy, and makes her laugh, and she's not interested in giving that up if it doesn't bother him that she also can't give him what he wants. Thorn just wants to make her happy, in whatever shape that takes, so they stay friends, but Thorn does request that they don't sleep together anymore just so lines don't get too blurred.

Fast forward several years down the line, Padme and Thorn have remained good friends and only gotten closer over the years. Padme is really happy and settled in her job running her dad's relief organization because it does allow her to choose when she travels for work and when she stays home on Naboo to reconnect with her family. Padme brought Thorn home to meet her family once and he got to talking with her mother about education opportunities on Naboo he could take advantage of if he was interested. He's worked his way through schooling while doing some local jobs on Naboo and helping out with the relief organization occasionally. He's finding he really likes using his hands to be creative and has gotten into textile engineering via connections to Padme's old handmaidens. Having individualized outfits that can double as armor is both creative and practical! He also likes music and has a very decent singing voice and has picked up several instruments, but that's more of a hobby. He also loves dancing, but has no desire to learn to be good at it. He knows he COULD, but it's more fun to just let his body move to the music however it wants to, it feels like freedom.

Thorn's obviously gotten to know Padme's family and gets along pretty well with them. He's also managed to befriend her former handmaidens, including Sabe. Padme spends time getting to know more about Thorn's friends and family, which likely is predominantly Fox and the other Coruscant Guard commanders, but potentially a few men who were in other battalions as well, especially if they had joined up in the relief organization with him or are also taking advantage of the education opportunities on Naboo. Padme was obviously always polite and friendly to the clones but hadn't truly made time to get to know them very well during the war and certainly wasn't familiar enough with them to know what sort of traditions and culture they had built for themselves or understand their values and history. Most of what she knew was probably second or third hand through Anakin or Ahsoka, so a lot of what she learns by finally just spending time with the clones in an informal capacity is very new to her and she has to unlearn a lot of assumptions she may have had about them.

Getting back together (or getting together for the first time, depending on how you look at it) isn't dramatic. It's not a life or death decision and doesn't involve a crazy romantic gesture. Thorn and Padme go out to watch a meteor shower one night or something, or they make a visit to a nearby animal sanctuary, or to an orchard to pick some of their own fruit so Thorn can try his hand at baking some new recipes Sola or the handmaidens recommended he try, and Padme just looks at him and knows. She knows that this is the person she wants to spend her life with. She can be happy without him, now, she knows that, too. But she'd rather be happy WITH him, and keep doing things to make HIM happy. So she takes his hand to get his attention and when he turns to look at her, she kisses him. And there's no more shadows, no more hesitation, there's just him, just them.

Thorn ends up designing and creating Padme's wedding dress, and when they eventually start their own family, Padme gives birth to twins, a boy and a girl.

#commander thorn #padme amidala #padme naberrie #star wars #thornidala

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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hello, its me requesting again, ive been dealing with sinclair brain rot all day so may i get some bo and vincent sinclair (seperate) jealousy headcanons, with male reader. some girl flirts with the reader unknowingly and you can take it from there :-) also, if possible, may i be 🦇 anon?

Of course I can do this for you anon. I've been thinking about Vincent for a little bit now and I can't get him off my mind. I'm just a sucker for men with long hair. Anyway you can totally have the bat icon. I hope to see you coming back. Reader is gn

Jealous Bo and Vincent Sinclair

Warnings: Mentions of murder and violence, strong language

When you're working at the gas station with Bo and someone comes in and starts to flirt with you it's gonna take a bit for Bo to really crack.

Bo being jealous is a slow building thing. He'll be polite about it first. Commenting on how you're his partner and how long you two have been together, etc.

But if they keep going he'll be more aggressive about it. Keeping an arm around you or a hand on you. He'll still be making those comments about how you're together and how much you love each other.

But this person is still flirting with you and basically ignoring Bo so he has you go back up to the house and before he actually kills the person flirting with you he's gonna have a strong word with them.

Then he's going to be brutal with how he kills them. Like no mercy. And the entire time he's going to be talking about how you're his and that they should have never tried to flirt with you in the first place.

After handing off the body to Vincent and getting angerly signed at for damaging the body so badly he's going straight to you and he's going to have a very long and possesive make out session with you. The entire time asking you who your man is and who you love the most.

Vincent

You're with Vincent at the house of wax, cleaning some stuff up when in comes a tourist you didn't know about. Vincent is going to hide and you'll take care of them.

But when you try to direct them out of the house and back to the town they start to flirt with you. Calling you pet names and putting a hand on your shoulder.

You obviously tell them you have a boyfriend and Vincent prays that's the end of that. But of course they don't listen. They keep flirting with you and Vincent just try's to hold himself back.

If they get very persitant and bordering on aggressive he'll have to step in. He'll make quick work of them. Wanting to be more brutal for trying to take away his muse but he stops himself.

If you can finally lead them away from the house he'll follow you two and watch as they continue. If they ever go too far he will have to make an appearance. Maybe not to explicitally kill them but to maybe just intimidate them a bit.

But after he gets the body handled he's going to you and holding you close and tight to him. Please affirm him that you'd never leave him and that he's the only one for you.

He might be a bit more clingy after this. Following you around, holding you hand or having his hands on you constantly, asking for more affection, etc because he needs it.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x you #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x y/n #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

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loosesodamarble · 3 months

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I'm new to your blog, and I know your request is closed, but I hope it's okay to still send in brain rots? If not, just reply to this with "No" or something of the sort. I wanted to share this so badly 😭

I'm just imagining a clingy and affectionate lover for Nacht who's ends up just clinging onto his back 24/7. Who's sleeping on his back? Oh. His lover. Why?... I don't know. If his lover feels that something is off. He gets headpats mid conversation or kiss on the cheek.

He's just talking down to someone being a menace that he is to the black bulls squad, and then they see a hand on his head casually petting him and a small voice that just says "No. Bad Nacht. Don't be mean." and he just falters.

Or he's at the meeting with the squad leaders, and he's showing off his demons. Suddenly, he gets a lot of kisses, and suddenly, all the intimidation just goes down the drain.

Does Nacht find it annoying at times? Yes. But. How can he say no when he gets affection?

Side note: The reason why his little baby clings onto him is because they're scared that he'll dissappear and never seen again due to how pessimistic he is towards himself.

Anon... Imagine I am ever so gently holding your shoulders while giving you a little peck on the forehead.

Nacht brainrot is always welcome here. My blog is where Nacht receives all the love and sweetness in the world~! 💖💖💖

I feel like Nacht really needs a clingy and openly affectionate lover. He closes himself off to others so having someone who is very open with their love for him would be a great help to him softening up and learning to love himself. Nacht deserves someone who seeks him out for comfort and wants to provide him comfort too. 🥰🥺💖👏

Gaaaahhhhh! The image of cuddling up against Nacht's back in bed is so cute!

As someone who’s like half a foot shorter than Nacht, the idea of giving Nacht headpats is a little goofy, since for me I’d first have to make him lean down a bit before I could reach the top of his head. 😆 That or we’d have to be sitting/lying down together so he’s already at my shorter level. But I truly would want to give Nacht headpats. He may not feels like it, but he’s a good man who has earned some pats.

Nacht being a menace to the Bulls. Ironic since he’d call the Bulls a menace to society. Look he’s just like a father telling the kids not to repeat his mistakes because his mistakes were suuuuuper dumb! And then his sweetheart partner comes along to shush them. “No need to scold them, honey.”

And let’s be real, after the third scolding from Nacht, the BB would’ve learned to tune him out and blankly stare into the distance until Nacht had finished his spiel.

The Bulls would be a mixture of baffled and jealous that Nacht has a partner that can put up with him. But they’d also be grateful that his partner is there to make him a more bearable person to be around. It they had to deal with grumpy Nacht 100% of the time and not just 70% of it, they would be less happy campers. 😂 The Bulls care for Nacht, they do, but they aren’t simps like me, that’s how I tolerate Nacht so well.

Also loving the idea that Nacht is trying to intimidate others with the devils. But his partner ruins his threatening aura very easily because they want to dote upon Nacht and show how cute the devils can be. 😂☺️

Nacht’s annoyance is at a good 90% but his anger is in the negatives because fhcjdkhhwochcid! He can’t say no to them. His lover has free reign to be lovey-dovey with him. (Unless his mood is really really bad. 😬 In which case his lover would probably know to give him space until he’s thought things through and calmed down. They want to love him but if even a “hello” sets Nacht off, they have to back away and let him stew a bit.) Nacht deserves every hug and kiss and soft word of affection!

Also heck yeah to a clingy lover because they don’t want him to leave!

Let the brainrot flow, dear Anon!

#questions from the ask box #awesome anons #nacht faust #nacht faust headcanons #black clover #soda asides #okay but Nacht needing a forward lover is why Josele is so stubborn about her love for Nacht #sorry to bring up my oc! sorry! nshcudjw!

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umbra-domini · 10 months

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did their childhood have a negative or positive impact on them?

| Character development questions | Accepting

Zed's childhood is a rather sore topic for him. Something he doesn't really - if ever speak of. He didn't really know his father and grew up primarily with his mother until he started working for the Kinkou. He wouldn't consider it a bad childhood, not this early stuff at least. Hell - he absolutely adored his mother he knew that she tried her best even while being a single parent. Never did he mind being poor because of it. He only hated how people treated him for being poor. He absolutely does resent his father for leaving though, never quite understanding why he did. Being a "parent" himself (even if not biological he does see Kayn as his son), he could never imagine leaving, especially when the child is young and needs a good influence.

Part of him wonders that perhaps if his father had stuck around his life wouldnt be how it is now. If he wouldn't have started working for the Kinkou and eventually joined them. But that's something that, even if it did ultimately have a negative impact on him, he wouldn't want to change. If it hadn't been for this he wouldn't be able to protect Ionia now and wouldn't be as strong as he is now.

With that said, i do think it did a toll on his mental health though. From the horrors he saw due to the Golden Demon to the brutality of the Noxus invasion. Those things did leave permanent scars on his mentality. Espscially Jhin. He had never known a man to be capable of such vicious acts. Of such brutality. It was something that shook him to his core, and that truly did make him feel fear. Because up until that point sure there were things he was scared of as a kid - all kids have fears. But what Jhin did? The way he slaughtered people in a way as though they were cattle? And being so delusional that he saw it as art? That showed Zed what primal fear was. What true hatred was. Coupled with the fact that he would not face his crimes and instead be left to live and rot away in a prison? That just made it worse.

That was certainly a turning point for Zed in his childhood. Turning it from a "oh it kind of sucked" to something that left him with deep emotional wounds that he still hasn't healed from. The only person he felt who truly understood the severity of what he had gone through is Shen. And for a bit, he did kind of have him to lean on in a way. But ... even that fell apart too with time. Losing his best friend, the man who he adored with his whole heart. That just made him even more bitter and made things a lot worse than they needed to be. Zed would say that he doesn't regret the choices he has made that drove a wedge between him and the man who he was so close to in childhood, but i think deep down there is a small part of him that does regret it.

He hides his true feelings away by deeming it as "the necessary thing" to do. By framing it as it being a choice he was absolutely certain about. But i really do think that the trauma Jhin had caused had a huge impact on what he did when he decided to take the forbidden Shadow Magic. Because he was so wrapped up in his hatred and fear that he saw it to be the only solution. He never wanted to see another child go through what he had at the hands of another psychopath like Jhin - because he knows how badly it affected him, even if he refuses to admit it. He was scared that if he didn't become powerful enough, then who would be left to prevent such a thing from happening? It had taken so long for them to hunt down Jhin in the first place and they hadn't even given him a fair punishment. Zed fully stands by the idea that they should have killed him when they had the chance.

I definitely do think that, even if he sees his time with his mother and his father leaving them as a more neutral thing compared to the other traumatic shit he went through as a kid it definitely still left a negative impact on him. That's a whole other can of worms to open up, honestly. I think deep down he really does hold a deep rooted fear of abandonment as well from it. Something that only amplified when his friendship with Shen crumbled and fell apart. That's why he doesn't get close to people these days, i think. Why even if he is overall neutral when it comes to others, he wouldn't let another in close enough to learn these things about him. I truly think that, at least at this point the only person who may be able to wrangle some infomation on his feelings would be Kayn.

Of course though, that is always open to changing with how relationships between muses develop... an unpacking of his emotions and trauma, if you will. Which i am very excited for in the future as i rp on here more.

#OOC #Headcanon tag TBD #oh god this was so fun to ramble about...#also i am on mobile so if it formats weird then oopsie

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lostmyjets · 3 months

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I often find myself reflecting on the past. I have always struggled with holding on to things— people, places, memories. Whether it be too much or not enough, I fail to find a good balance.

I always tell people I wouldn’t take back my experiences because they have made me stronger, but I admit it’s a front. I admit that I’m damaged. Not beyond repair but it’s difficult for me to find the strength within to surpass it all.

I admit that I’m insecure. I never feel like I’m enough no matter what anyone says. I’m a people pleaser. I want you to think I don’t care what anyone thinks, but I care more than most; more than I should. I try to satisfy people because maybe if I’m exactly what they want me to be I’ll somehow be enough for myself.

I admit that I’m not a good friend. I have so much love in my heart but I struggle with reaching out. I resent myself for not being able to show up more for the people I care about. I often fear being left behind. On the other hand, I know there are so many people I’ve had love for that I simply never spoke to again. We never actually catch up when we say we will.

I admit that I’ve hurt people. I never wanted to but my actions can sometimes be selfish. I think I spent so much of my life not giving a fuck about being alive that I programmed myself to shut down, to shut out, even when I don’t really want to.

Every once in a blue moon I read the news articles from my abuser’s arrest over 10 years ago. I came upon a news article I didn’t recall seeing before and began obsessively digging for a specific press release and court documents to no avail. I hid it from my boyfriend while he laid next to me because I didn’t know how I would explain why I had to find it so badly— I don’t know why.

I still can’t bring myself to reconnect with anyone on that side of my family. My grandma misses me and I miss her but it’s so fucking complicated. Everyone else stopped trying to reach out a long time ago.

My biological mom makes me feel like the most evil person on the planet— rejecting a sick mother begging for my love. But she rejected a sick child literally screaming out for help, begging to be heard. I can’t find it within myself to forgive her excuses for being a bad mother. She’s dying and it haunts me that we may never reconnect again.

I remember being jealous of kids with visual illness. I was rotting from the inside and nobody could see me— I craved the love and attention and affection I watched those kids receive. I actually thought “maybe if I have cancer people will give a fuck about me.” I think I still have some of that mindset engrained in me.

I’ve spent the past year trying to heal from a relationship that put me back in a place I hadn’t been in a long time. I spent the better part of a year trying to prove to myself that this specific man could love me. I tried to find my worth in him. Instead he broke me and before too long I was completely emotionally unstable. I cried more often than not. I was miserable and I believe he wanted me to be. He felt that I deserved it. I know he still believes that I cheated on him and lied about being raped and that pisses me off.

I tried to take my own life and when that didn’t work I numbed myself with drugs so much that I put a dime-sized hole in my septum. That hole in my nose is a daily reminder of everything I went through and I fucking hate it.

I haven’t been the best at relationships since being with him. I dated someone who was almost too good to me because it was such a polar opposite from what I had just been through. He was a great guy but I began seeing my childhood abuser in his face. I told myself to look past it and shoved it all down and stayed with him. One night he was waiting for me to come home from the bar and I went home with someone else. I cheated on him and that was really fucked up of me. I own up to that.

I’m with someone I love so much now but I’m petrified of the ball that always seems to drop.

Life is fucking hard man. I get stuck a lot. I dwell. I can’t let some things go and let other things fall away too easily.

I just needed to dump my thoughts somewhere. Here’s a peek into my brain if you care.

#spilled thoughts #thought dump #trauma

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silver-ace-of-spades · 1 year

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The Blazing Silver Light of Paldea

Chapter 9: Basura

Blaze and Silver find that the beach of Levincia is polluted, they rescue a sick Kirlia, then inform the people in charge that their actions have consequences. (when will they learn)

I gave Silver slight telepathy because he's not already one of the most powerful recurring Sonic characters– wait.

Cameo appearance of Sonic and Shadow near the end lmao

Warning: Description of a dead animal and some unintentional misgendering. Sorry for having Silver be misgendered so much, I'm venting my frustration.

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The big city looked incredible up close. Silver was ready to get the Levincia Gym Badge, but he started to feel lightheaded. A foul smell assaulted his nostrils and made him gag.

"Blaze, did you fart?" He asked as he held his nose.

"No, why?" She asked. She got a whiff of the stench and her eyes started to water. "Sweet Arceus, what is that? It's awful! Like... rotting garbage..."

The two quickly found the source of the smell: a polluted beach right outside of the city. Any Pokémon that wasn't Poison or Steel-Type was poisoned. The nauseating odor choked the teens and made their eyes gush tears. They pulled their shirts over their faces to block the trash fumes, but since Blaze released fire when she coughed, the top of her shirt burned quickly.

"Wheeze! –Mother of Arceus, Hack! -what happened?" Silver asked in horror.

"I– Cough! -don't know, but it's affecting the Pokémon." Blaze said.

A badly poisoned Kirlia walked up to Silver and cried out in pain. He was barely able to stand and he was having trouble breathing.

The hedgehog nodded, then put a hand on the Pokémon's head. "Don't– Cough! ...worry, we'll fix this." He tapped a Heal Ball to the Pokémon, and it clicked. "You're safe now." He briefly smiled, but the trash fumes made it extremely difficult for him to breathe and ruined his mood.

"Next let's get to fresher air. You two really need it." Blaze coughed and fanned her face, then kept speaking. "So do I."

The teens rode Miraidon to East Province Area Two and took time to let Silver recover. After a few minutes of catching their breath, Silver got a tent from their backpack and set it up. They went inside and took off their shirt, then took off their binder, put a tank top on, and put their shirt back on.

Silver coughed vigorously, which worried Blaze. She went into the tent to make sure he was fine. "Ack! Silver! Are you okay?"

"Took... Huff... off... my binder."

Blaze nodded. "Dysphoria, am I right? I'm transfem, so I don't have the issue of binding. I'm going to hold onto your binder for a while, okay?"

"No... what if... I need... to wear it... again?"

"Not while you're breathing in the trash extract." Blaze insisted.

"I'm fine." Silver insisted. He coughed again and Blaze sighed.

"Fine, huh?"

"Sigh... You're right." The hedgehog handed over his binder and stared defeatedly. "Now that... my lungs... Cough! ...aren't being squished, we should... clean the beach."

"First, you need to catch your breath." Blaze said.

"I know." Silver muttered as he coughed. He reached into one of his jacket pockets for his inhaler and used it. "Okay. Now let's clean the beach."

Blaze sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm not sure if we can do anything."

"Maybe we can't, but the city officials can." Silver told their friend.

"Let's make a video so they know how bad it is." Blaze suggested.

Silver smiled, and the two spent about 5 minutes making a short video showcasing the problem. Silver changed into his school uniform for the video so it would look more professional. He wanted to wear his binder, but Blaze insisted he shouldn't.

"I-I'm fine..." He stammered. He wheezed and clutched his chest in pain, then started to dig around the Key Items pocket.

Once she thought the video was over, Blaze checked on Silver, who had a nasty coughing fit during the end.

"You okay, Silv?"

"That doesn't sound fine." Blaze frowned.

"Yeah... I'm not... it hurts..." Silver coughed as he tried to catch his breath.

"Oh, shoot, we're still recording. Um, take care of the environment."

"B-bye..." Silver wheezed.

Blaze ended the video, then let Silver take a few minutes to catch his breath again, and the teens went to the Levincia City Hall.

"Hello, um, can we speak to the people in charge of... um... waste management?" Blaze asked.

The person in front made a call and the person in charge of the waste management walked out to the teens shortly after. He was a plump orange lion with glasses and a refined beard, and he wore a suit with a nametag: Mr. Dandy, Head Waste Management Planner of Levincia.

"What do you girls want?" He asked.

Silver noticeably cringed. "Not a girl..."

"We were hoping to show you what your current waste management plan has done to the ecosystem." Blaze said. "We made a video."

Silver got out his phone and showed the man the video he and Blaze made. It showed him in his school uniform, in front of the beach, holding his nose. He had his shirt over his mouth and nose to filter some fumes. Silver pressed the play button and the video began.

~~~

"Hello, I'm Silver the Hedgehog, a student at Uva Academy. My friend Blaze..." Silver started.

"Hello!" They said with a wave. They were also holding their nose.

Silver continued speaking. "...and I were on our way to Levincia when we came across this polluted beach. All that..." The camera panned across to show all the trash. "That's sitting on the beach and ocean. Okay, Blaze, your turn."

The camera cut to Blaze, who was on the beach. "This garbage has been affecting the wildlife here. This Wingull is covered in oil." The camera focused on a struggling Wingull, covered in oil.

"This Wattrel choked on something and died as a result." She said as the camera showed a Wattrel carcass.

"That's only what we can see on the surface. There is so much more going on because of this pollution. Back to you, Silver."

The camera cut back to Silver. "Not to mention all the problems the untreated sewage and trash are causing for Levincia citizens. Not only does it smell bad, the fumes it emits are a health risk, especially for people with heart or breathing problems–" He coughed a few times, put a hand to his chest, and closed an eye in pain. "Cough! ...such as me. Blaze– Hack! ...can you take over? It's getting– Wheeze! ...hard... to breathe–" He let out several hacking coughs and fanned the air.

The camera cut back to Blaze during the midst of Silver's coughing fit. She smiled awkwardly and giggled nervously. "So please make a change to preserve the environment. You okay, Silv?"

"I-I'm fine..." Silver coughed not even one second after speaking and dug into his pocket.

The video continued until Blaze realized the camera was still running.

~~~

"Hehe, sorry it got sloppy at the end. We didn't feel like refilming over and over, since his health comes first." Blaze explained.

"Yeah, those coughs were legit." Silver said with a little snicker. "The trash fumes made me lightheaded."

Mr. Dandy nodded. "I see. I will keep this video in my mind for my next meeting, and hopefully we can make some changes. I didn't realize it was that bad."

Silver smiled and turned to the man. "Thank you so much, Mr. Dandy Lion." He snickered a bit.

"You're welcome. Have a good rest of your day, kids." He told them.

Silver and Blaze smiled, and left the city hall to explore Levincia. They decided to check into a hotel, take showers, get changed out of their old clothes, and do laundry, being sure to do their individual loads instead of mixing.

They turned on the TV and saw a purple jellyfish woman with pink and blue tentacle hair. She wore a huge yellow zip-up jacket and had Magnemite hair accessories.

"Your eyeballs are MINE! I'm Iono the Jellyfish, here at the Levincia Stadium, where two Trainers are battling! Give it up for Sonic and Shadow!"

Many cheers were heard as two hedgehogs waved to the crowd. The first, blue and wearing a red track suit, smiled. The second, black with red highlights and wearing a 70's punk outfit, kept a straight face.

"Sonic's the name, speed's my game! Go, Sparks!" The blue hedgehog said excitedly. He sent out a Jolteon.

Coal, who was watching the TV with Silver and Blaze, cheered for Sparks.

"Heh. I'm Shadow. I was built for victory. Go, Valor!" The other said without breaking his cool appearance. He sent out a Gallade.

Silver's Kirlia, who had recovered a bit more, cheered for Valor. It was then that Silver realized that since their Kirlia was male, he could evolve into either Gardevoir or Gallade. They decided that after the live battle was over, they would name Kirlia based on what he wanted to become.

The teens and their Pokémon watched the two hedgehogs duke it out. Ultimately, Sonic won, but it was really close. After the battle was over, Silver opened his Pokédex and showed his Kirlia what he could evolve into.

"Okay, this is what Gardevoir looks like. It's Psychic/Fairy. You could become this, or..." Silver turned to the next Pokédex entry, and Kirlia nodded. "...you could become Gallade, a Psychic/Fighting Type. Which do you want to be?"

Kirlia didn't say anything, but Silver knew what he was thinking. He smiled, not saying a word back. Kirlia nodded and squeaked, and Silver beamed with a grin that showed his fangs.

Blaze looked at Silver and Kirlia confusedly. "What are you two talking about?"

"I can read the thoughts of Psychic-Types." Silver explained. "But only Psychic-Types. This Kirlia wants to be a Gallade, so I suggested the name 'Justice' and he liked it."

Justice nodded in affirmation and squeaked.

"You're psychic, right? Can you see into other dimensions?" Blaze asked.

"No." He answered.

"Can you predict the future?" They asked.

Silver coughed. "Um, no. I... can't." He started to sweat slightly and his quills tensed.

"So you can? You're kind of a bad liar." Blaze giggled. "I won't press any further."

The hedgehog sighed and wiped some sweat from his forehead. His quills relaxed, and he stayed silent. Blaze snickered to herself and suggested having dinner right then, which Silver liked the idea of.

For dinner, the teens reached into the refrigerated pockets of their Bags of Holding and got some tupperware tins of leftover curry, then Blaze reheated it. They ate the leftover curry and talked about their plan for the next day.

"Tomorrow, I'll challenge the Gym, then we'll go shopping before taking down the next Star Base!" Silver said excitedly. He checked his phone to see their specialties. "The Gym is Electric and the Schedar Base is... oh." His face dropped.

"What is it?" Blaze asked.

"Fire-Type. You wouldn't mind battling Mela, the leader, would you?" He proposed.

"Heh, I've been waiting to test my skills against another Fire Trainer!" They chuckled.

"Oh! East Province Area Three has a lot of Fire Stones so you can evolve Coal and Carolina!" Silver looked at the map and smiled.

The teens brushed their teeth, took their meds, then got changed into pajamas and spent time with their Pokémon before going to bed.

#toxic electricity #the blazing silver light of paldea #dead animal mention #what is this a crossover episode

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rad-rat-boy · 2 years

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Is this just me having a semi public breakdown? Yeah. But I don’t have anything better to do. So woo.

I mean like. I guess it’s inevitable. Young love or whatever. But I was convinced it was going to last. For my entire life. I felt like he was perfect. I was looking forward to the future and all of these things that bring me joy. But like it happens to everyone almost. It was just my time I guess. And it’s not my fault. It’s not his either. I fully understand. I get it. It still hurts though. I thought it’d have lasted longer then that. I don’t know. Ignore me. Or whatever. But I just have so many feelings. I wish I had someone to talk to about this. But I really don’t. It’s very gross. I can feel how badly this is affecting me. I guess I’m just going to give myself time to rot away in my room for a bit. Then I’ll try and pick myself up because I do have things to do. I need to get better. I don’t know. But I’ll let myself feel bad. I’ll let myself get sick and lose all of whatever it is I feel. I’ll let myself get it out. I don’t want to hurt like this. Not anymore. I don’t know.

#i mean. i guess I can download a dating app now.#i wanted to for a while. but you know #that’s a joke by the way.#i don’t think I can #i just hurt a lot #and I can’t fix it #so for now I’ll cry and joke about how I can do all these things #even though all I want is to be held by him #i don’t know #i mean this is sad.#it’s depressing knowing that I’ve said so much and will say so much more. but at the same time. i need to get it out you know #like yeah I’ve been sobbing for the past few hours. but like it’s chill

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sweet-seishu · 2 years

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Torn (Ran's Part)

Bonten! Ran Haitani x Bonten!Fem Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ only minors, out) unprotected sex, multiple rounds, squirting, oral (f receiving), fingering, just lots of pp touching. angst, fluff, mentions of smoking and drugs, idk what else. But badly written and edited.

A/N: I'm writing a part for Rin to, because I lub him lot and I can't just leave my bby hanging like that. But I've had a lot of Haitani brain rot.

Rindou's Part

“Rin!” You called, walking over to your fellow Bonten Executive, and your closest friend.

“Y/n? You okay?” He asked, looking down at you, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Yeah, I just need your help going over some paper work, some of this doesn't make any sense.” You smiled. He nodded, walking with you to his office.

His brows furrowed as he read the report while you both sat on the couch, a cigarette being shared between the two of you.

“What idiot wrote a report this bad?” Rin asked.

“Who do you think Rinny?” You asked with an eye roll. You took a drag of the cigarette, inhaling the nicotine before passing it back to Rindou. "I swear he writes reports this bad on purpose."

"I have never seen him write one this bad." Rindou said, taking a drag himself.

"Like I said, on purpose." You scoffed. "Because he knows I'm going to have to call him into my office, and he takes every chance he can to make a pass at me while I fix his shitty reports."

"Who's shitty reports?" You heard a voice from the door. You groaned as you looked over to see Ran, flashing a smile at you.

You rolled your eyes as he came in and sat on your other side, his arm going around your shoulders.

“Fuck off Ran.” You told him as you shrugged his arm off.

Your relationship with Ran was complicated. He always got on your last nerve. Ever since you guys fucked that one time, he just never left you alone.

It was only to let out frustrations from an assignment you both had. When you both got back, you were at eachothers throats, trying to put the blame on eachother for failing until he pinned you against the wall. After that he was quick to have you bent over the desk in his office, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you.

Since then he always pushed you to your breaking point. You had to walk away most of the time, cause if you didn't, you would beat the shit out of him.

It didn’t matter that he was one of the most attractive people you’ve ever seen, or that he was one of the best fucks you've had.

And it definitely didn't matter that your heart skipped a beat when he was around you.

“Oh come on y/n, don’t be that way.” He told you. "Just accept my affection."

“And on that note, I’m leaving, I'll see you later Rin.” You told him, standing up and grabbing the report from his hands.

"What about me?" Ran asked with a pout. "Don't you want to see me later to?"

"Drop dead." You said as you walked out.

Ran watched you leave, blatantly staring at your ass until you were out of sight. Rindou smacked him on the back of the head.

“You drool anymore you’ll flood the office.” Rindou stated.

“Can you really blame me?” Ran asked. "Those tight skirts she wears do wonders."

"Well no, I can't blame you, but you don't have to be so damn obvious about it. At least the rest of us can keep our staring discreet." Rindou told him.

“Can I ask you something?” Ran said.

“You're going to anyways.”

“Why does she hate me?”

“I don't think she hates you.” Rindou told him.

“Then why does she always leave when I’m around?” Ran asked. "I mean, I know when we fucked she told me nothing was going to come of it but-"

“You caught feelings, I know. It's hard not to fall for her.." Rindou muttered the last part, hoping his older brother didn't hear him. "Maybe she's annoyed by you because you make an ass out of yourself around her?”

Ran sighed, getting up to grab a drink.

“Why don’t you just act normal?” Rindou asked. "I mean I know you're pretty annoying in general, but with her you go way over board."

“She just makes me so damn nervous. I don’t know how to act.” Ran told him. "I've never felt like this about anyone.. especially a woman like her."

“Well, figure it out." Rin shrugged.

Ran gulped the whiskey down, letting the liquid burn his throat. He couldn't help but wonder what Rindou meant when he said it was easy to fall for you.

•••••

“A gala?” You asked Mikey, who was sitting at the end of the table. "Why is there a gala for us?"

“The other gang that Ran ended up getting a deal with wants to throw us one.” He shrugged. "Celebrate their partnership with us or some shit like that."

"Is it mandatory to go?" You mumbled.

“Yes.” Sanzu told you before snorting the white powder in front of him. "All executives are to be present."

"Fuck." You said under your breath. "So when is it?"

"Saturday."

You sighed, looking over to Rindou who had an unamused look on his face.

"I'll be your date y/n." Ran said with a smile. "It will be fun."

"In your dreams fuckface." You said before getting up.

Ran only slumped in his seat, a pout on his face as he watched you. "Where are you going?" He asked.

"Wherever you're not." You smiled sweetly before walking out of the room.

"Man, what did you do to her?" Sanzu asked.

"We fucked once." Ran shrugged. "Been making passes at her ever since."

"Wait you actually got in her pants?" Sanzu chuckled. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to fu-"

"Quiet Sanzu." Rindou snapped. Ran just raised a brow at his brother.

"Anyways.." Ran continued. "I just like messing with her, it's fun for me. She'll give in eventually."

"One day she is going to beat you with your own baton." Rindou told him, getting up and leaving the room.

Everyone just watched as Ran got up to follow his little brother.

He needed to know something.

Once he caught up to him he pushed Rindou into his office, quickly shutting the door behind him.

"You like her." Ran said as Rindou stared at him.

"What?"

"You like y/n." Ran said again.

"What gave you that idea?"

Ran gave his little brother a hard look.

"And so what if I do?" Rindou asked.

Ran sighed, running his fingers through his short purple locks. "You gotta understand my feelings for her Rin."

"You love her. I know that." Rindou said.

Ran just looked forward, not able to say anything.

Because Ran really did love you. You were everything he wanted.

"I'm not trying to take her from you, but you need to treat her better if you want her to give you the time of day." Rindou told Ran. "You also need to understand how I feel about her. I can't keep it to myself anymore Ran."

Ran didn't know what to say as he looked at Rindou.

Of course this would happen.

•••••

"Rin, I'm almost ready, I just need you to help with my zipper! Can you please come here?" You yelled. You had texted asking if Rindou could pick you up the morning of the gala, much to your dismay Ran also tagged along.

"Oh come on y/n I can help instead!" You heard Ran yell back.

"Just ignore him." Rindou said as he walked into your room, closing the door behind him.

Rindou nearly choked on his breath.

Fuck you were pretty.

"You look amazing y/n." Rindou told you quietly.

Your dress was long, navy blue, with a slit that went all the way up your leg and spaghetti straps. The neckline was low, showing off your cleavage and the Bonten tattoo that sat proudly between your pretty tits.

Rindou swallowed, walking over and letting his fingers find the zipper.

You breath hitched as you felt his fingers lightly brush your skin. He was so warm, and this felt way more sensual than it should have.

"Done." Rindou told you. You looked in the mirror, smiling at your appearance before Rindou grabbed you, turning you around to face him.

"Rin?" You asked, looking up at him.

He said nothing, letting his lips find yours, giving you a soft kiss, hands on your hips as he pulled you closer.

When you pulled away you let your eyes flutter open, looking into his lidded eyes.

"I love you." He whispered.

"W-what?" You got out of his grasp, not knowing what to do.

"I love you." He repeated. "I'm sorry to drop it on you like this, but I needed to tell you."

"Rindou I-."

"You don't have to say anything." He grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it. "I just needed you to know okay?"

You could only nod as he led you out of the room.

"Let's go Ran." Rindou told his brother.

Ran just looked at you both, and he could tell by just looking at you how deep in thought you were. He knew right away Rindou had told you how he felt, he could read you like a book.

He got up, following the two of you as he tried to figure out how to tell you his own feelings.

•••••

The gala was in full swing when you got there, your arms linked with each of the brothers you were with. Everyone was dressed to the nines, glasses clinking, and music playing while people danced.

Obviously no expense was spared.

“You wanna go to the bar?” Rindou asked.

You nodded as Ran and Rindou walked with you.

"Are you okay?" Ran asked.

You started to feel nervous as you felt eyes on you. Some of the men were blatantly staring, undressing you with their eyes. It nearly made you uncomfortable.

You were usually quite confident, but the stares you were getting gave you a very uneasy feeling.

"Yeah, just anxious I guess." You chuckled. Rindou handed you a drink which you took with a smile. "Just a lot of guys staring."

"You know we won't let any of these pervs touch you right?" Ran assured you.

"Thanks Ran." You told him, smirking. "Does that include you to?"

"I'm not a pervert!" He argued.

"You're the biggest pervert here." You said again, making Ran roll his eyes.

You stayed at the bar for a while, making small conversations with some of the members from the other gang as you all celebrated your new found partnership.

You made sure to stay very close to the Haitanis.

You were laughing at something Ran had brought up when someone cleared their throat behind you.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if the pretty lady here would like to dance?" The gentleman asked. You all paused, looking over to him.

He was handsome, dark hair, nice eyes, but you got a bad vibe from him, which immediately made you feel defensive.

"I'm sorry, I was actually just about to take my date to the dance floor. Let's go Rin." You said as you downed the last of your drink. You grabbed his hand, leading him to the dance floor.

Ran only frowned as you walked away, his brother right behind you.

You placed your arms around Rindou's neck, and his went to your waist, swaying with the music that played.

"Date huh?" Rin smirked.

"I'm sorry, I just got a bad vibe from him that's all." You told him.

"I'll break his leg if you want." Rindou shrugged. You could only laugh at his words.

"You've probably been wanting to break a lot of bones tonight Rin."

"Only the bones of the men looking at you." He whispered, making a chill go down your spine.

Your heart was hammering, being so close to Rindou like this. You were trying to figure out your feelings in that moment as you both swayed, his confession from earlier on replay in your head.

You decided to look back over to Ran, who watched you with such an intense gaze you wanted to cower away.

What was it about Ran that made you feel like this?

When Ran's eyes met yours, he noticed you immediately look away, back at his brother who had said something, making you smile. A jealous feeling settled in his gut seeing you smile at him. He wanted you to smile at him like that.

Fuck he just wanted you to be his.

Kakucho made his way to the older Haitani, ordering a drink before looking over to where Ran's gaze was.

“You gonna talk to her or?” Kakucho asked with a raised brow. “You’ve been watching them for 10 minutes now.”

“Eventually.” Ran shrugged.

“Ran-” Kakucho started.

“I know.” Ran cut him off. Finishing his glass of whiskey before making his way over to where you and his brother were.

You felt a hand on your lower back and you turned to see Ran there, a small smile on his face.

“Can I steal her for a bit Rin?” He asked.

Rindou looked at you first, making sure you were okay. You nodded at him before letting him go, much to his disappointment.

You turned to Ran, letting him place his hands on your waist while yours went around his neck.

Your heart was racing so fast you thought you were going to pass out. Ran only looked at you, watching as you bit your lip, your chest rising quickly as you tried to calm yourself down.

You couldn't ignore the fact that he looked so good tonight, and how intoxicating is scent was to you.

It was overwhelming. Ran was overwhelming.

"You okay?" He asked softly, letting one of his hands rest on your cheek. You were very warm, making Ran concerned.

"I'm sorry, I think I need some air, I'm just gonna go to the balcony." You told him, quickly slipping away.

Ran didn't know what to say as he watched you. Your silver heels clicking on the marble floor.

After a few minutes of letting you be alone outside, he made his way toward you. He watched as you smoked your cigarette, staring down at the streets below.

"Y/n-" Ran started before you turned to him.

"I'm okay." You told him. "Just a lot on my mind."

"You wanna talk about it?" Ran asked, gently plucking the cigarette from your fingers and taking a drag for himself.

"With you?" You scoffed. "You're a complete ass to me all the time Ran. Why would I talk with you? You're just gonna make fun of me or make stupid comments."

Ran could only chuckle at your words, making you glare at him.

"Why are you laughing?" You asked in disbelief. "This is what I mean. You can't take anything seriously, so why would I ever tell you my problems?"

"You're really dense." He told you. "You're a smart girl y/n, but dense."

"Excuse me?"

"You're dense." Ran shrugged, taking another drag. "You really don't notice?"

"Ran I'm not going to play your stupid mind games what are you on about?" You asked.

"For fuck sakes, I'm in love with you stupid." Ran said, body fully turned to face you as he put the cigarette out.

You didn't know what to say as he moved closer to you, didn't know how to react as he moved your hair from your face.

But you whimpered as he attached his lips to yours so softly, so gentle that you nearly wanted to cry.

You pulled away, your hands on his chest as he looked down at you with lidded eyes.

"Ran I-" You choked on your words. "Why?"

"What do you mean why? Y/n how could I not fall for you? You're the only woman who has ever been able to deal with my shit." He chuckled. "You know, I haven't been able to be with anyone else since the night we were together?"

"Ran." You sighed.

You haven't been with anyone since that night either.

"You really don't know the hold you have on me y/n. You're all I think about, all I dream about, you've completely stolen my heart and you don't even realize it. I only act the way I do, because of how nervous you make me all the time. You make me crazy, but in the best way possible."

You looked up into his violet eyes, nothing but sincerity was in them. They made you have this warm feeling in your stomach. You've never seen Ran like this before, usually he is the bane of your existence, a complete thorn in your side.

But this took you by surprise. They way he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

You didn't know what to say to him, you couldn't even talk without the words getting caught in your throat. You were so full of emotion you were nearly shaking.

This was different from when Rindou said those 3 words to you. When Ran said them, your heart bursted at the seams with joy, and you felt every single emotion you could feel.

You blinked quickly to get rid of the stinging in your eyes.

Did you love Ran? Yeah, yeah you did.

The banter, the snarky remarks. You thrived on it, your relationship with him. You didn't realize how hard you fell, until he told you that he did.

Or maybe you just didn't want to admit it to yourself before.

You put your hand on his cheek, guiding his lips to yours again. Every emotion you were feeling hit you like a freight train as you let your hands move to find the collar of his shirt. His hands went around you as you both tried to pull eachother impossibly closer.

You both pulled away, foreheads touching eachother as you tried to catch your breath.

You didn't realize that Rindou saw you both, his heart breaking a little as he watched you and his brother.

He knew. He knew for a while the feelings you had for his brother, even if you didn't know them yourself.

But he did hope, that maybe you could love him instead.

He didn't even realize you and Ran had walked up to him until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hey bro, I'm gonna take y/n home okay?" Ran told him with a small smile.

"Ran I'll meet you in a sec?" He nodded at you before making his way over to the door of the building.

"Look Rin I-" You started.

"It's okay y/n." He smiled. "I knew this is how it was going to be. I just want you happy."

"Rin, I do love you." You looked at your friend with a sad smile. "Just not in the way you want me to."

"Like I said, it's okay." He tried to hide the hurt in his voice. "You're still my closest friend, nothing will change between us I promise."

"You're sure?" You asked.

"I'm sure." He grabbed your hand, pulling you into a hug. Your arms wrapped tightly around him, making the ache in his chest hurt a little more. "Now go, I'll see you tomorrow okay?"

You only nodded, kissing his cheek before making your way to Ran.

Rindou sighed, making his way over to Sanzu in hopes of drinking his sorrows away.

•••••

It felt like hours before you finally got to your place, locking the door behind you before Ran pushed you against the wall, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. You took off his suit jacket, pulling his tie loose as his fingers found the zipper of your dress.

"Ran.." You said breathlessly as your dress fell to the floor along with his clothes, leaving you both in just your underwear. His hands roamed your body leaving goosebumps behind before he picked you up to take you to your bedroom.

He gently lay you down on your bed, taking his place above you, his hand slowly going to wear you needed him the most.

You moaned as he let his fingers play with your folds, bucking into his hand as he attached his lips to your nipple.

"Ran- need you so bad please." You whimpered, needing him do to more. He pulled away from your breast to look at you.

"I'll take care of you y/n don't worry." He pecked your lips before kissing down your body.

He was quick to tear your panties from your body before attaching his mouth to your pussy making you gasp.

"Oh fuck." You moaned, your hands quickly finding his hair, messing up the gelled locks.

You meweled as he took your clit into his mouth, entering two long fingers into your tight hole. You were bucking your hips in rhythm with his movements.

"Ran m'gonna- fuck- cum, gon' cum!" You moaned.

"Cum baby, let go for me." He told you. And that's what made the coil inside you snap. You moaned as you released all over his face, thighs shaking as he helped you through your high.

He pulled away with a smirk, your juices covering his chin as you looked at him. "Taste s'good." He smiled as he wiped the excess off with his arm before hovering above you again.

His fingers never left you as they kept pumping inside you. He attached his lips to your neck, sucking marks into your skin.

"R-Ran s'to mu-" You groaned as he started circling your over sensitive clit with his thumb.

"One more my love, come on." He said into your neck, kissing and licking the skin.

You moaned loudly as he brought you to another orgasm.

"Atta girl." Ran groaned, finally removing his fingers from your tight cunt.

You pulled down his black briefs, wrapping your hand around his impressive length pumping him slowly.

You were quick to put your hand over his growing erection, making Ran groan at the sudden action. He was painfully hard, and needed release.

Needed to be inside of you.

"Ran, wanna make you feel good to." You whispered. He gently grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away to pin it to the bed by your head.

"Don't worry about me baby, I want tonight to be about you.." He said, letting his nose brush against yours.

"Wanna suck your cock Ran..." You pouted.

"Next time okay?" He told you as he lined up with your entrance, slowly letting himself sink in.

"Ran!" You gasped as he finally bottomed out.

"So tight." He groaned, letting you adjust to his size. "Just as tight as the- fuck- last time."

"Ran." You whispered as you put your hands on his cheeks, staring into his pretty eyes. "I love you."

Ran could only smile as he stared at you with all the love in the world. Hearing those words from your lips, it made him feel things that he never thought he would feel.

You had such a tight hold on his heart.

"I love you to y/n." He said as he started to thrust.

You gasped as he moved inside you, his head resting in your neck.

This was so much different than the last time you both fucked. There was so much more emotion now, your body was on fire as he started to thrust harder and faster.

"F-fuck y/n." Ran groaned. "Feel s'good around me. Such a good girl for me."

You were losing your mind in the pleasure he was bringing you, your nails scratching down his back as you moaned so loudly you swore the whole city could hear you.

But you didn't care.

All you cared about right now was Ran, how he was making you feel more than you've ever felt before.

Everything was Ran.

"Ran, feel so good inside me." You moaned. "Love how you f-full you make me feel."

Ran groaned at your words, sitting up and putting your legs on his shoulders, pistoning his hips harder against you.

Fuck you were so god damn perfect. Your pretty tits bouncing each time his hips met yours, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You looked completely fucked out and it made him crazy know he did that you.

You tried to look at Ran, tried to meet his gaze, wanting to look at him in all his glory, but Ran was fucking you so good you couldn't even think, your mind slowly going dumb.

He was bruising your cervix, hitting that spot inside you that had you close to tears from the pleasure.

"Ran!" You screamed. "Gonna cum again!"

"Come on baby, let go for me, I'm right there with you." He told you, lifting your hips a little so he could fuck you at a deeper angle. "Squeezing me so god damn tight."

You screamed his name as you released, juices dripping down on the sheets and splashing his abdomen as he fucked you through your high.

Ran moaned as he watched you squirt. It triggered his own high, spilling inside you with a groan as you tried to breathe. The air reeked of sex, it was hot as Ran's body crumpled on top of yours.

Your hand gently went up and down his back as he gently kissed your neck, both of you basking in the afterglow.

You whined as he pulled out of you, falling beside you on the bed.

"Just as good as the last time." Ran smirked, running a hand through his messy locks.

"I really hate you." You told him, biting you lip to hide your smile. Ran only chuckled as he pulled you closer. You were both covered in sweat and cum, but neither of you cared.

"No you don't." He told you, kissing your forehead.

"You're right." You kissed his neck lightly. "I don't. But you're still a pain in my ass."

Ran smiled as he looked at you, his hand coming up to your cheek, softly stroking your cheekbone as you stared at him with love filled eyes.

He felt like he could cry, and it made him want to laugh at himself because how did you manage to sneak your way into his heart so quickly?

"What're you thinking about?" You whispered.

"You, and how the hell you managed to make me, me of all people, fall in love with you." He chuckled. "You are something else l/n"

"I'm something else?" You laughed. "Ran I literally couldn't stand you, the real question is how you made me fall in love with you?"

Ran said nothing as he leaned into kiss your lips softly. When he pulled away he smiled.

"Must've been how good I am in the sack." He smirked.

"I seriously can't fucking stand you."

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokrev x you #tokrev smut #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran #ran haitani #ran haitani smut #rindou haitani #haitani brothers #haitani rindou #rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #bonten ran #bonten #bonten smut #~katie writes○●

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 3 years

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Can I please request a newt smut where he’s just having a rough day and she tries to make him feel better with a sweet soft session? Maybe where’s she’s on top for once and he’s just heart eyes over it? Thanks darling!

Of course, my dear Anon! Newt is just a sub in my eyes, honestly

NSFW WARNING

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Newt huffed sharply, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.

He had been working all day in the hot sun, pulling weeds from the gardens and ordering the newest Greenie around.

As if that weren't hard enough, the Slicers somehow managed to lose a pig, it accidently escaping from the Blood House and wreaking havoc all around the Glade.

Since no one seemed to be competent enough to handle it, Newt recruited a couple of his close friends and managed to catch the boar in less than an hour.

Sometimes, Newt couldn't believe how so many guys could be so reckless even when they've been in the Glade for so long. Pretty unacceptable in his eyes.

But alas, it was just one of those days where the Gladers were just tired, of the work and the situation that it reflected in their work. It was fine, tomorrow would be a new day and that was that.

But even Newt noticed how badly he must've looked, because he felt it. Sweaty, beaten down by the humid heat, an irritated expression on his face. He never really stayed annoyed for long, but looking like he was annoyed was better than looking like he was in pain.

Since everyone pretty much knew about Newt's leg, he was always a bit self-conscious about showing how much it really affected him all the time. The running around always put a lot of strain on his leg, it never really healing right after that night in the Maze. It was aching a considerable amount after chasing after that pig, but he was thankful it happened on a hot day, the cold only increasing the pain.

But Newt knew it would be okay, knowing he always had something at the end of the day: you.

When you came up in the Box, it was pretty much love at first sight, if there was such a thing. You were the light at the end of the tunnel, his lighthouse that he could always spot in the darkness when the ocean waves wanted to drown him most days. Sometimes he wished you were in the Glade before he made that decision to go out into the Maze, which he thought was selfish of him, but now he had something to live for other than making sure his plants didn't rot.

When the Maze doors finally closed, signaling the end of the work day, Newt carried himself to his hut that he shared with you, following the path he took so many times that it was second nature at this point. Like a moth to a flame, he gravitated to the place he knew where his home would be, waiting for him.

Newt opened the door to his hut, feeling his mood already lifting when he saw you.

"Hey!" You greeted happily, clearly you had a good day compared to Newt. You gave a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. "How was your day?"

Newt only huffed in reply, not bothering to explain how hectic his day was. He walked past you and grabbed a small towel. "I'm gonna wash up."

You furrowed your brows at his bluntness, usually he was happy to vent if he had a bad day. You watched as he walked out the door again. You would've joined him, but you had already taken a shower before you got back to the hut. You smirked, as you got an idea...

Newt had a hard time standing while showering, his exhaustion almost getting the best of him. But the cold water definitely fixed his heat problem, and it helped relax him slightly. If the water were warm, he'd probably fall asleep standing up.

After washing up, Newt headed back to the hut with a more tolerable attitude. He didn't want to be in a bad mood when you two went to bed, since it was the only thing he really cared about, just a nice and comfortable end to a long day. But that it not what was waiting for him...

Newt's eyes widened and his face quickly flushed at the sight of you, naked. If he wasn't so tired, he would've pounced on you then and there. "Y/n..."

"Mhm?" You smirked, sultry walking closer to him.

Newt sighed. "Darling, as much as I'd love to, it's been a real long day-"

"I know that." You interrupted, finally closing the gap between the two of you. "That's why you won't have to do anything at all, just let me take care of you." You connected your lips, running your hands over his torso and wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling the dampness of his freshly washed hair.

Newt pulled away. "You don't have to, love." He said with a slight stutter, his cock already hardening at your roaming hands.

"You're always doing most of the work. Let me help you relax, okay?" You kissed him again, then taking his hand and leading him to your shared bed.

Newt finally surrendered himself, allowing you to have your way with him.

You gently pushed him down on the bed, kissing him passionately, then slowly lowering your kisses down. You made sure to leave a couple love bites on his neck, then trailing down his now shirtless torso, gently nipping his skin.

You looked up at Newt with a smile, placing a kiss on his V line before slowly pulling his pants off his legs. You chuckle softly when his cock quickly sprung out of his boxers, eager to be played with.

You trailed a few rough kisses up his inner thighs, taking your time until you finally got to his pretty pink shaft. You licked a stripe on the underside of his cock, smirking when you heard him let out a breathy whine. You gently grabbed the base of his cock, kitty licking his tip before taking the head into your mouth and sucking gently. "Y/n..." Newt shuddered, bucking his hips slightly.

"Shh..." You whispered, rubbing your hands over his hips. "Just relax."

You took more of his cock in your mouth, humming happily around his shaft, the vibration causing Newt to moan softly. You picked up the pace a little, bobbing your head up and down as far as you could, your hand moving with you to stimulate what your mouth couldn't. "So good, love. So good..." Newt praised.

You pleasured Newt like that for a good few minutes, his moans and sighs increasing in volume, but you decided to stop and trail more sloppy kisses up his torso until you got to his lips.

You straddled Newt, kissing him while you rubbed yourself on his dick, the stimulation you craved while going down on him finally being given to you caused you to moan breathily. "God..." You giggled.

You sat up, gently taking Newt's dick in your hand and using it to tease your entrance. You and Newt both moaned in unison as you slowly lowered yourself on his cock, feeling him stretching you deliciously. "That feels so good, love, fuck..."

Newt watched you bounce up and down on his cock, your face contorted in pleasure. Seeing you feel so good from his dick made his pleasure all the more intense. He knew you said that you wanted to do all the work, but he wanted you to come too.

You moaned loudly as Newt reached down to rub fast circles on your clit, that sensation combined with his cock perfectly hitting that special spot inside of you fast-tracking your own orgasm rapidly.

Newt felt you clench tightly around him as you climaxed, focusing on your beautiful expression as he made you come. He tried to keep his eyes on you as he felt himself getting close, keeping your gaze as he felt the warm buildup. And finally, the tension broke and Newt quickly pulled out and shot his come all over his stomach, feeling himself deflate.

You leaned down to give him one more passionate kiss before plopping down on the bed beside him, a giddy grin plastered on your face. "Do you feel better now?" You asked playfully, knowing fully well what his answer would be.

"You really have to ask?" Newt chuckle, rolling onto his side to look into your eyes. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?" He said softly.

You smiled. "Once or twice."

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Phew, that got me feelin' some type of way.🥵 Anyway, it is 4 a.m. and I can't stop writing...halp

#the maze runner #the maze runner imagine #the maze runner smut #tmr newt #newt imagine #newt x reader #newt smut

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zodiakuroo · 3 years

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pierced

idk what to tell you this is just 2k of pussy eating (don’t blame me blame eren brain rot)

18+, minors dni

part 2

“What did you do?!” You say, incredulously. It’s a rhetorical question, you can see exactly what he’s done. Eren stands in front of you, shamelessly, with his pants and boxers dropped to his ankles as his flaccid penis hangs between his thighs. Your attention is mainly focused on the brand new, shiny titanium barbell that goes through the head of his dick.

“Do you like it?” You can tell by his posture and the shit-eating grin on his face that he’s incredibly proud of his newest body modification.

“Why on earth would you get a piercing there?” The bulbous head is just few shades of pink darker than the rest of his pale shaft. You wince in your seat, imagining what it would feel like to stick a needle right through your most sensitive parts.

“Well, it was a dare and Jean bet that I wouldn’t so I had to.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, fully aware of how silly it sounds as he says it out loud.

“Of course.” You mutter. What other chain of events would lead to your boyfriend coming home with a fucking Prince Albert. “Does it hurt?” You lean in just a little closer and notice the little bit of dried blood where the jewelry pierces his flesh.

“Nah. Didn’t feel a thing.” He says with a wink and begins dressing himself again before dropping down on couch next you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest.

“You’re such an idiot.” You giggle, nuzzling your head into his neck, inhaling the heady scent you’ve come to associate with him.

“There is one thing though.” His voice is softer, lacking it’s usual self-assured tone. He can’t say that he’s happy about what he’s about to tell you. In fact, had he known about this small detail beforehand he might not have gone through with that stupid dare.

“Hmm?” You respond noncommittally, too preoccupied by your current task of leaving gentle kisses on his jaw and giving him the soft affection you know he loves but will never ask for.

“No sex for a month. Piercer’s orders.” His eyes drift down cautiously to gauge your reaction.

You stop in your tracks and frown up at him. At first you think he’s kidding but no such luck. “Oh my god.” You groan. “You’re such an idiot.”

Three days.

A grand total of three days.

It’s sad really, but you should have seen it coming. Like Eren Jaeger’s libido would ever let him go a whole 30 days with no sex.

He blames you and the way you prance around the apartment in those tight, short shorts. How is he not supposed to want you when he has to spend the day watching your tits bounce around in that white tank top, nipples just barely visible through the fabric?

It’s not like you put up much of a fight anyways. The way that man has you wrapped around your finger, all it took was a few well-placed touches and whispers of how much he misses the way you feel and the way you taste. Just like that, Eren has you naked, legs hanging off the edge of the bed with his face buried in your cunt.

“Love this pussy.” He murmurs, nipping at the soft skin of your inner thigh. “Can’t live without it.”

He knows that he can’t be inside you. He knows. And yet he continues to torture himself because this is as close as he can get to what he really needs.

The rough pads of his fingertips massage your wall making you buck into his hand, silently begging for something deeper. He laps at you with his tongue, running it from your clit all the way down to your hole, licking up the slick that leaks out around his knuckles.

You feel the sparks of pleasure heating up your abdomen and you squeeze your thighs around his head, weaving your hands through his long, mahogany locks. ‘Eren’falls from your lips over and over in breathy mewls that only encourage him to keep going. His fingers put in double time hitting the special spot deep inside you while he seals his lips around clit and pulls it into his mouth. You dig your heels into his back to give you leverage to rut into his face as he pushes you closer and closer towards an inevitable orgasm.

You’re so hot and wet inside, squeezing so tight around his fingers. His mind conjures up memories of how good it felt to have your gooey walls clamping down on his dick and the soft cries you let out as he split you open.

He’s rock solid in his sweats right now and his cock hurts, sensitive tissue swelling and pulsating around his still fresh piercing. But he can’t think about that right now. All that’s on his mind is how badly he wants to be inside you right now. Any of your holes, it doesn’t matter which. But they’re all off limits.

Quite frankly, it pisses him off.

There is no choice but for him to take his frustrations out on your body. He slowly drags his fingers out of you, marveling at the way your needy cunt tries to pull him back in.

Before you can even protest Eren presses his fingers, still warm from your pussy and covered in your cream, against your lips.

“Open up.” He practically growls, voice thick with arousal.

You part your lips in response, letting him clean his fingers off using your tongue. Reflexively, you close your lips around them and begin to suck, moaning at the taste of yourself.

“God, princess.” He pants with his jaw slack. “Want your mouth around me so bad.”

It only motivates you to take his fingers deeper. Deep enough to make you gag as your drool runs down his knuckles while you swirl your tongue around his digits.

The way you look at him doesn’t help either. Usually you’d shy away from eye contact when he makes you do something embarrassing like this, sucking on his fingers like you’re sucking on his cock. But tonight is different. You stare straight at him with that heavy-lidded gaze, eyes glossy and full of want. The frustration is killing him, he can’t stand to look at you anymore so instead he gives his undivided attention to your cunt.

“Babe you wanna know something?” His breath fans over your soaked core, making you twitch in his hold. Something gives you the feeling that he’s not really talking to you, he’s talking to what’s between your legs. Although he’s not even looking at you, you still nod your head yes, so wound up you’ll take anything from him at this point.

“I read online,” He goes quiet for a moment, distracted at the way your weeping hole clenches around nothing, almost like it’s begging for him to fill it. “That dick piercings feel real good in pussy. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Eren bends down to lick at your dripping hole, he slides his tongue all the way down, making sure not waste a single drop, stopping just above the tight ring of muscle making your squeal in surprise.

”Can you imagine it?” He drags is fingers from your lips, leaving a path of saliva down the valley of your breasts, across your stomach until he reaches your clit, rubbing the sensitive numb in slow, steady circles with his thumb while you fist the sheets trying to swallow the sounds he’s coaxing out of you. “How it’s gonna feel inside you? How it’s gonna hit that spot that makes you go dumb?”

Sure, he sounds composed but when you look down at him and see the way his pupils are blown wide, pretty pink tongue hanging slightly out of his mouth, you know he’s imagining it too.

“Gonna drive you crazy.” His calloused fingertips dig further into your pudgy thighs, clipped nails leaving little crescents indented in your skin. “Make you even more crazy for my cock than you already are.”

“Yeah ‘ren.” You gasp as he runs his tongue through your folds. “Wan’ your cock.” You babble mindless agreements at whatever filth he’s spewing, too fucked out and desperate for his cock to care.

Like the bastard he is, he chuckles at your response, satisfied with knowing that you want him just as bad as he wants you.

He leans forward and presses the flat of his tongue against your entrance, telling you (wordlessly) what he wants.

Beg

He wants you to beg for it.

And of course you oblige. You chant out ‘please Eren, please Eren, please Eren’ over and over again as if you’ve forgotten every other word.

He rewards for your obedience by pushing the slippery muscle into your hole, nice and slow savouring the way your tart essence covers his taste buds.

“Fuck- more please.” Your back arches off the bed in response but his left hand splays across your abdomen keeping you in place.

His right thumb is still rubbing you, pressing harder, going faster while he drives his tongue even deeper licking up all of your juices like a man starved. He devours you shamelessly, the sloppy sounds only drowned out by your pornographic whining. He thrusts in and out, in and out, in and out, fucking you with his tongue, making sure to taste every inch of you.

Your flavor is addictive, he can’t get enough. He grunts against with his face shoved against you, sending vibrations from your core, right up your spine. His fingers and tongue assault your pussy mercilessly, setting every single nerve on fire.

“Baby- ah- I- I’m close” you whimper, feeling tension brewing in your core, threatening to burst at any second.

“No.” The hand that was playing with your pussy comes down hard on your puffy clit, the sound of the smack echoing in the quiet room.

You let out a cry, so high pitched you can hardly believe it’s your voice.

“Can’t come until I do.” Just like that, he’s off of you completely, leaving you trembling without his touch.

The pain and frustration have tears brimming at your lash line. How cruel of him. To dangle an orgasm right in front of your face before yanking it away. You begin to stammer out pleas, begging him to touch you again, but they fall on deaf ears.

“C’mon princess. ‘S only fair right?” He looks up at you with the sweetest, emerald puppy dog eyes, juxtaposing the lewd way he licks the remnants of your arousal from his swollen lips.

It’s not fair at all. You weren’t the one who decided to get their dick pierced on a whim. Why should you have to suffer? But there’s too much blood in your throbbing cunt and not enough in your brain so you can hardly put together a coherent sentence, let alone argue with him.

“Gonna edge you like this every day yeah?” He shifts his body to hover over you, using his arms to hold himself up so that his nose barely brushes yours and stray stands of his messy hair tickle the sides of your face. “Till I get to fuck you again.” He dips down to kiss you on the lips. It’s barely more than a peck, far too chaste and gone far too soon.

“Christ, I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

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faerietells · 2 years

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FINAL CHAPTER (1/2): Spells and Traps (Claude Trilogy)

Pairing: Female Human Reader x Male Werewolf (Claude) Summary: Your previous investigation grants you a huge advantage against the demon and the truth unveils further TW: Rotting flesh and the mention of cockroach (just in case these would make anyone uncomfortable)

You stare at your dark kitchen, you stomach churning uncomfortably as you notice how the light from your living room can't seem to seep through the darkness.

Really? Right here, right now? In my house?? You immediately tried to think of any protection spell that would ensure minimal damage to your surroundings as you’re almost certain the impostor is in your kitchen. After all, you barely tried to play along by the end of that dinner so he must’ve figured out that you know he's not Claude then.

Funnily enough, this completely works in your favor when you think about it. Thanks to this, now you don't have to create any elaborate plan to lure him somewhere in order to trap him since he's so eager to visit you instead. To add to that, he probably has no idea that you've found out what he truly is and most likely would underestimate you like he did back in the Headquarter, which is good because you can definitely use that as an advantage.

"Is that you, Acting Guild Master? I can't quite see you from here. Could you come closer?"

Your whole body tensed as you heard that voice from your kitchen, but you didn't move. It's definitely him, although his voice has changed quite a bit. It still somewhat resembles Claude's voice but now it also sounds like the combination of a wheeze and a croak, making him sound as though he's attempting to talk while he's on his deathbed after catching a plague that damaged his lungs and throat badly. Not only that, you can also hear this strange clicking sound from the same direction, presumably from him as well.

You're really tempted to make a comment about his voice, but you refrained from doing that. Instead, you silently cast a spell, can't help but wince slightly as you hear the subtle hissing sound of magical sigils burning through the beautiful mahogany floor behind you as a sign that your demon trap is ready. Unfortunately your choices are pretty limited; either that or risk destroying your house and you obviously much prefer to sacrifice a small part of your flooring than your whole house. In any case, this plan should work smoothly as long as you're able to lure him to step on the sigils, which shouldn't be hard to do as lesser to mid-tier demons tend to be aggressive and would attack before thinking.

That is, unless he spots the sigils.

You're incredibly glad this had occurred to you before he stops having his villain monologue as it gives you a chance to be prepared for the worst. The sigils are pretty visible if he's close enough, so if he just happens to even glance at the floor when he's near it, this plan might not work as he could easily avoid it. You hate to think about the worst case scenario but you also know that it's better safe than sorry. What if he gets angry because you tried to trap him and decides to involve your neighbors? You simply can't allow that to happen. Thus, you decided to cast a protection spell around your house to make sure none of that would happen. It's been some time since the last time you cast this spell, but supposedly it'll help you to keep the chaos inside the protected area, including any loud noise. It's not the best protection spell there is since your house still will be affected if you do fight the demon but, hey, it's better than nothing.

He better step on the sigils or I'm going to push him there myself, you grumbled internally as you return your attention to the direction of the kitchen, anticipating any movement on his end.

So far he seems to enjoy hearing himself talk without showing himself to you, yapping endlessly about how you should be grateful that he was kind enough to let you live when it was just the two of you back in Claude's office and whatnot. If you have to guess, he's probably waiting for the right moment for the dramatic reveal and you can't help but sigh in exasperation. He stopped mid-sentence, probably just realizing that you weren't paying attention to his speech at all.

"Are you ignoring me?!"

You haven't even done anything to him yet and he already sounds angry. You cautiously watch the unwavering darkness in front of you, preparing yourself for the possibility that he might launch toward you like some sort of wild cat when you heard the creak of the floor as he finally moves, followed by these sickening cracking and popping noises that tells you that he's most likely changing back into his true form. Why didn't he turn back before you arrived? You have no idea but at this point you are absolutely certain that he's looking for that dramatic effect by how slowly he seems to move. He probably treats this darkness in front of you like a curtain to hide him until he's ready for the "big reveal", too.

Is this really the creature you and Lydia were concerned about? You have no idea what you expected, but it was certainly not this.

"Did you hurt your back or something? Why do you move so slow?" you decided to ask, partly because you are genuinely curious but mostly because you're trying to rile him up. This seems to work as you noticed how the wall of darkness between the two of you starts to dissipate, the light from your living room slowly seeping through it bit by bit as he grumbled something you couldn't quite hear.

Turns out you were somewhat right when you suspect the darkness was most likely there as some sort of a "curtain". It is clearly a magic barrier because now that it's about to vanish, the first thing you noticed is the fact that you can smell him before you even see him. There's no way you wouldn't notice this otherwise as his stench immediately ambushed your nose as soon as it dissipated. And the smell... you can only describe it as the combination rotting flesh, cockroaches and sulfur, which are unpleasant smells even on their own but combined? It might just be the worst stench you've ever had the displeasure to smell in your life. It's so overwhelming that you decided to cover your nose and mouth with your hand in attempt to fend it off as you're pretty sure you'd throw up if you didn't.

Honestly, this really puts things into perspective for you. Now you understand how Claude could possibly be taken down by this creature because if you, a human, felt sick to your stomach from the stench alone, you can’t imagine how bad it was for Claude who has much sharper senses. You genuinely wouldn’t be surprised if it knocked him out cold within seconds.

You thought that was bad enough, but then you can finally see him and surprise, surprise, he looks exactly like how he smells. Well, at least half of him does since the other half still resembles Claude but somehow that only made it worse. It really looks as though half of him is melting from decay, the flesh and skin-- both had became greyish in color-- barely hanging onto his skull that now has these long antennae protruding through it. To top it all off, his mouth looked wider than usual and filled with razor sharp teeth that look like needles while his body had also transformed considerably with longer limbs, making him look eerily lanky and much taller than his former height to the point he had to really duck when he walked past the kitchen entrance.

What you wouldn’t give to go back to few minutes ago before you saw or smell his true form. You're not usually rattled to see a lesser demon's true form, but then again none of them had any semblance to the man you love. You’re pretty certain this would haunt your nightmares for months to come and you’re really struggling not to throw up at this point. Both his look and smell are so repulsive to you that you feel like you probably should clean your entire house thoroughly after this confrontation. Who knows if he’d touched anything? The thought alone made you feel physically ill.

"Oh, look at you. No longer so high and mighty... have you finally realized what you're up against? Are you afraid, human?" his mouth stretched unnaturally as he smiled, showing off his sharp teeth.

"Afraid?" you asked in return with a raised eyebrow, your voice muffled against your hand. "Afraid of getting sick, maybe. Who left a roadkill here? This is so unhygienic."

His smile immediately vanished at your mockery. "What did you say to me?"

"You heard me. And I really, really hate to break it to you, but I already know what you are, so..." you gestured your hand vaguely in his direction. "This whole dramatic reveal? It's really unnecessary. And no, I wasn't ignoring you, I was just so embarrassed for you because you clearly thought you did something."

“How did you find out?!” he demanded, his voice raised as he took another step forward. "Answer me!"

“Geez, why are you so angry? Did you really not mean for me to know? Because if so, then at least we now know that acting is just not for you," you responded, feigning confusion just to irritate him further. "Also, whew, I get now why you had to disguise yourself. I thought you just had shit personality but no, apparently you also look and smell like shit. I'd disguise myself as the first beautiful man I see too if I were you because then at least I'd have that going for me."

A deep growl rumbled through his chest, clearly enraged by your condescending response to his attempt to intimidate you. “I was doing well until you came along and ruined everything! I would’ve replaced him and no one would know had you not decide to meddle!”

You let out a soft gasp before you put your hand on your chest with your lower lip jutted out. “Oh, sweetie… is that really what you think? What did you think was going on when I asked you out for dinner? Everyone knows, that’s why they asked me to do something about it,” you lied in a sickeningly sweet tone, your mouth tugged into a smile of feigned sympathy as you watch him seethe. “I meant to immediately confront you at first but you were trying so hard that I couldn’t help but to play along because, well, I felt sorry for you.”

"Arrogant bitch! I do not need your pity! Who do you think you are?!"

That definitely did it. As expected, it's easy to rile him up, though unfortunately despite everything he’s still a demon so his tantrum is quite destructive. His enraged roar literally shook your house, even shattering any glass you have in there and you had to cover your ears to protect your eardrums.

At this moment, you're glad you decided put that protection spell or else your neighbors might try to investigate because of the noise and get themselves in danger. You can really see the murderous rage and hatred burning in his eyes before he lunged forward, ready to tear your throat with his razor sharp claws, much like how you'd expect it would go. As he devoted all of his attention to kill you, you keep moving backward, luring him into unwittingly stepping on the trap while you dodge his attacks and block it once or twice with your summoned spirit blade. You even made a deep scratch on his chest with your blade just to convince him that you plan on fighting him.

A victorious grin broke upon your face as his foot accidentally stepped on the sigils, catching him off guard. You could tell that he finally realized something was wrong as soon as he made a contact with it but alas, the realization came a little bit too late as the trap instantly activated upon contact. His angry snarls are quickly replaced by a pained yelp as surge of electricity from the trap shocked and temporarily paralyzed him, giving enough time for the magic-imbued chains to spring out from the sigils and coil around his neck and limbs tightly in order to ensure that he would not leave that spot until you allow him to.

A satisfied smile made its way to your face as you see the look of shock and disbelief on his face. As you've always said, being underestimated has its perks and he clearly didn't think you'd trick him into stepping on a trap. You could only imagine how humbling this experience is for him and you can't lie that you feel a bit smug about it.

"Phew! Thank the gods you stepped right into my trap! I was worried I'd have to sacrifice my entire house but I guess not," you expressed your relief out loud as you lowered yourself to his level, admittedly just from sheer pettiness as you wish to rub it in his face. After all, he had the audacity to pretend to be Claude and trespass into your home. He even tried to taunt you before you angered him so you decided to twist the knife just to return the favor. "Perhaps I should also thank you for making it easy for me. I thought I'd have to make some elaborate plan just to catch you but here you are, practically walking into my trap."

“Coward!” he snarled, his voice somehow got even worse than before. “You think this can restrain me?!”

“That’s a silly question. Are you not restrained right now?” you pointed out, gesturing at the chains. He growled again, baring his sharp teeth at you and literally drooling like a rabid dog, which earned him a disgusted look from you. “Yikes. Anyway, this can go two ways. One, you can answer my questions so I can get my dear friend back and depends on my mood, I might let you live or two, you can decide to be difficult and I might not be so merciful.”

“You will kill me while I am unable to fight back?!" For a split second, you saw this fear in his eyes but it was quickly replaced by rage and disbelief. "You have no honor!”

“Now that’s just rich, considering you literally came to this town to trick people so they could go straight to their deaths,” you reminded him, calling out his hypocrisy. “Tell me, where's the honor in that?"

He lets out another snarl as he tries to tug against the chain but the chains just shocked him again, drawing another pained yelp from him. You said nothing just yet, you just stared as he looks at the chains with this angry yet desperate look on his face. He knows he's lost, he just doesn't want to admit it.

“Are you done?” you finally asked to break the strange silence, sounding more like a disappointed parent than anything else. "Can you decide which option you'll take or should I just end this nonsense right now?"

He made this uncertain noise, glancing everywhere else but at you as if weighing his options. Eventually, he realized that there's nothing he can do about this situation if he wishes to live but to comply so he caved in. “... what do you want to know?” he asked begrudgingly, his glare became incredibly hateful when you gave him another smile of triumph. Oh, if looks could kill.

“First of all, where’s my cat?” you asked, although you had a slight idea where he is. At least you hope so since you're already struggling not to strangle him as it is and you don't know if you'd be able to fight the temptation to turn this demon into paste if he had hurt your precious baby.

“The white furred beast?” You nodded, silently preparing yourself for the worst. “I would've loved to eat it and gift its head to you--"

"Ew, what's wrong with you?"

He shoot you another glare, then continued his sentence through his gritted teeth. "... but it ran out through the kitchen's window before I could do anything."

You finally could let out a breathe of relief before you nod in acknowledgement. Of course he would leave, he probably sensed something off with this “Claude” and decided to make a run for it. “Just to take a shot in the dark, maybe your putrid stench tipped him off,” you said jokingly to amuse yourself before you decided to continue the interrogation. “Anyway, now that that's out of the way, let us jump to the main question. Where is Claude? Is he alive?”

He grumbled something that you didn’t quite catch so you snap your fingers, causing the chains to shock him with higher intensity to let him know that you are not playing games. This time instead of a yelp, screams of pain left his mouth and you were greeted by an unsettling view of his jaw unhinging as he screamed. Absolutely horrible, but despite the fact that his unhinging jaw would definitely made a guest appearance in your nightmare, it seems like you made the right call to up the intensity because now the anger and the condescending look in his eyes have completely vanished, replaced by immense fear. The realization that you can and will kill him if he doesn’t cooperate seems to just dawn on him and his once prideful demeanor now looks meek, panicked as though he just realized the gravity of this situation.

"So?" you tried again. "Is Claude alive?"

“He’s… he’s alive,” he raised his voice a bit so you could hear him better as he averted his eyes, clearly intimidated. “For now, he's alive...”

Your mouth tugged into a dismayed frown. “For now? What do you mean by that?”

“He’s to be sacrificed,” he answered with shaky voice, his eyes glancing at you in fear. Upon seeing the enraged look in your eyes, he quickly rambled in panic. “It wasn’t my doing! I was summoned! They made do their dirty work! They knew someone was preventing the people to go there and made me go to this town to make sure the chosen ones could go on that journey!”

Oh, now he wants to pretend he didn’t enjoy sending those people to their death, you thought bitterly. Resisting the urge to scream and curse at him is very difficult for you as you still remember his pleased face after he tried to send those people away on that deadly journey and how smug he was just a moment ago. Really, you don't think you'd like anything more than to yell at him but alas, the logical part of your brain knew that it'd just be a waste of both your time and energy. So until you are absolutely certain that Claude is safe and sound, you know you need to keep it together and figure out what’s really going on.

“Well, then," you said as calmly as you could at the moment. "Let's start from the beginning, shall we?"

Claude always said that you are effective but ruthless when you're interrogating someone, which is why he rarely allows you to interrogate anyone. It seems that he is right, as it turns out. Within two hours of questioning, the demon had spilled every detail necessary that could help you to get your beloved Guild Master back, although he did so out of fear. Turns out things might be even worse than you originally thought, after all.

First of all, he told you that the Cult of the Spider Queen is the one behind this, much to your surprise and disbelief. It honestly gave you a bit of a pause at first since while you've heard about some of the strange things they do to worship their goddess, you've never heard about anything this extreme before. Not to mention that this would definitely attract at least one of the Archmages' attention if they're not careful so this just sounds incredibly foolish and risky to you. Even so, the fact that they are able to do this while their village is apparently pretty far from your town-- at least you assume so considering Claude took nearly a month to get there-- was a bit concerning. After all, even the strongest illusion spell has distance limit, so you couldn’t help but wonder if some of them are living nearby.

Turns out your suspicion was correct. Before you could even ask the demon about it, he proceeded to tell you himself that one of the Cult's Priestesses has been staying in your town for quite some time now. Apparently a female cultist by the name of Lorraine had been putting these hallucinations to people that she deemed to be vulnerable and easily manipulated, making them believe that they are special and chosen the gods to help them obtain what was once theirs, namely this magical orb the Cult has. It was a ploy, of course, as the closer those people get to the village, the more demons will ambush them and any blood spilled by the demons would be used to "feed" the orb. What's worse, apparently they would be able to free the Spider Queen when it reaches full power. History would agree that freeing any of the Betrayer Gods is the worst idea someone could have but apparently not everyone has common sense.

As for Claude, as it turns out the Cult meant to use him as the final sacrifice as he was the only one managed to reach their village without dying. He wrote in his letters that he got overwhelmed quite a bit by the hordes of demons so you wonder if this is how he got captured. Even if he wasn't completely unscathed, the fact remains that he survived through all that and apparently that was enough for the Cult to think that he’s been chosen by the Queen as the "final piece". According to the demon, they intend to sacrifice him during the lunar eclipse after they managed to release her, which, much to your distress, happens to be three days from now. Claude literally took nearly a month to even reach the village and now you'd have to go there less than three days? So much for being calm and not losing your shit.

Before you absolutely lost your mind, you decide to return your attention to the demon in your custody. He seems to be hopeful that you'd let him go after you get all those answers from him, but you can’t help but wonder if he deserves your mercy. After all, he did come here to trick everyone and to make sure those people would walk straight to their deaths. Who’s to say he wouldn’t continue doing that after this? Or, ever worse, who's to say he wouldn't tip off the Cult that you are aware of their plans?

No, that's simply won't do. He has to die, one way or the other. But just out of curiosity, you decided to ask him one last question that had secretly bugged your mind the entire time. If you don't like the answer then, well, he should've thought it through before he decided to be a horrible little creature.

“Last question,” you said and the way his eyes lit up made your stomach churn from disdain, "Did you really withdraw your approval from those people?"

That question immediately silenced him. The terrified look on his face told you everything you needed to know, yet you said nothing about it as you wish to hear what pathetic excuse he'd tell you to explain his outrageous decision. "You must understand! I was told by the Priestess to kill them! R-Really! I wouldn't do anything like that otherwise!" he tried to explain frantically and your heart sank at the confirmation. So those people are dead? Why haven’t you heard of this? Oh, no...

“The people you killed… some of them had family,” you pointed out and you swore his face somehow got even paler. “Did you do something to them too?”

“The Priestess said to let any witnesses live…” his voice was small and meek as he said this and the way he averted his eyes to avoid your gaze made you narrow your eyes in suspicion. “She made people think those people still left for that expedition too so I'd assume that's why no one talked about it...”

“Really?” It’s painfully obvious to you that he’s lying. You don’t know about the latter, but you’re almost certain that he most likely decided on his own to not let them live to satiate his bloodlust. That’s unfortunately a common trait among lesser to mid-tier demons and an occurrence where they would get drunk from bloodlust and impulsively decide to slaughter everyone in the vicinity is sadly pretty common as well. This doesn't make it any less tragic, though, and you feel as though your chest is about to burst from rage.

“Well, then," you said calmly despite how upset you are, "I will bind you and you must help me fix this mess somehow. It’s only fair."

He looks like he wants to argue, but kept it to himself as you are clearly in no mood for any sort of bargaining. The Spider Queen, huh? you thought to yourself, feeling a bit disheartened as this is clearly way beyond your expertise. Not only that, you have to somehow go there in less than three days, which is just impossible unless...

Your face lit up as an idea popped up in your brain.

If your memories from your Academy days still serve you well, the Archmages were the ones that sealed the Betrayer Gods, including the Spider Queen. That said, you’re certain Archmage Helios would want to hear everything you’ve discovered from the interrogation, especially regarding the orb since it apparently has the ability to free her. He’s not in town as for now, but if you tell his second in command about this, you’re sure he’d have some way to contact him and in exchange of the information, you hope Helios would agree to bring you along with him. It's a win-win situation, he gets to know about all of this and prevent whatever nonsense the Cult has in mind and you get to save Claude.

You smile faintly, the satisfaction from your plan eased your anger a bit before you cast a binding spell to make sure that the demon would not be able to leave or disobey your commands. Only when the binding spell is absolutely secured you finally released him from the magic trap. As soon as he's freed from those chains, he dropped to the ground, dramatically wheezing as though he’s been holding his breath which was really baffling to you. Frankly you should be the one doing that because you’re pretty sure his stench has messed with your ability to smell after being exposed to it for so long, even if you covered your nose most of the time. At this point you doubt you’d be able to smell anything at all for a while.

“Put your disguise back,” you commanded as you don’t wish to subject either Helios or his second in command to the horrible stench. “I’ll bring you to the Archmage and I'd advise you not to ever lie to him like you lied to me. He'd know if you do and from what I hear, he doesn’t react kindly to being lied to."

His face fell at the mention of the Archmage and while he generally looked at you with fear during your interrogation session, now he looks absolutely terrified. It’s not really surprising, the Archmages generally would kill any demons on sight to prevent them from hurting others and frankly, even the mages that work under them would be as hostile toward demons. It's poetic justice when you think about it, after all he did lead those people to their deaths and now you will lead him to his.

“There’s an Archmage here?” he asked, his appearance slowly changing back to Claude without the extreme stage of decay, his body producing that cracking and popping noise again as his freakishly long limbs turn back to normal and his antennae vanished into his skull. You hope the stench is also gone, but unfortunately you couldn't really tell.

“There’s none right now, but he does have few towers in this region and just your luck, one of them is located here in this town. You know Archmages, distance apparently means nothing to them especially when it’s urgent and I'd say this is pretty damn urgent,” you answered, sighing wistfully while you silently lamented over the permanent burn marks on your beautiful flooring from the trap spell you used. Ah, well, maybe you can ask the Archmage to teach you proper restoration spell later. “Let’s go. We shouldn’t waste any time.”

You turn to head outside and much to your annoyance, you felt the spell that bind the demon to you being tugged almost immediately, causing you to stop at your track to let out a heavy, exasperated sigh.

“Sure, you can decide to be a fool and keep tugging at it. See where that’d get you,” you warned as you open your front door, not so subtly threatening him as you are in no mood to tolerate his antics. It works, though, he immediately stopped and just silently follow you out, clearly not trying to test his luck with you any further than that.

As you walk outside, you take in a really deep breath, finally feeling like you could breathe properly again. After roughly two hours of having to power through that putrid stench he had, the fresh air feels heavenly for you. You don’t think you’ve ever been this pleased to go outside in the middle of the night before despite being really exhausted from the long day you've had.

Alas, your day has not yet ended. You still have to visit the Archmage's Tower if you want to deal with this mess quickly. You took another deep breath, this time to calm your nerves as your eyes caught the sight of the Tower from afar.

Time to visit the Archmage.

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