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ashensgrotto · 4 months

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Hey I was reading your yandere Azul fanfic for like the 50th time and I had this idea for a request:

Can you do the other overblot boys in similar situations?

Also when are we going to have Azul's redemption arc when we get trapped in Scariba?

Have a lovely day/night/morning/afternoon

Why, greetings my dear anon! I’m happy that you enjoyed the ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls’ to read it that many times - and I apologized that I haven’t been able to get started on the Scarbia segment yet (between that and Raison D’être plus work & other stories… and GloMas, I really need to get my priorities straight seriously -_-). However, I do intend on working on it as soon as I can so I can get it out sometime this month or in December - I mean, I think that would be the most logical since that one takes place during holiday break, right?

Now, for your request - I hope head cannons are alright for the time being. I’ll try to come back to them and do short stories for each of them that follows the same concept design as “Am I Feeling Love?” - which is the first installment of the Yandere!Azul series. I'm also going to divide this into two parts - about halfway through I realized I hadn't posted anything in a while and thus, I want to make it up to all of you for not writing or posting anything for some time.

Part 1 (Here) will feature Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, and Jamil Viper

Part 2 (Here) will feature Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, and Malleus Draconia

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Riddle Rosehearts:

Yandere Riddle is more of the controlling type - that much is certain. While during his youth, he came across a story about ‘soulmates’ - and the idea of someone made for him took root like a weed in the rose garden. Although his mother ordered for him to dismiss the idea as nothing but a fairytale, Riddle could not push the idea away and it slowly became a source of comfort and drive - if he could stand out both in academics and athletics, surely his soulmate would recognize him as their other half. (There really was no way for him to search for his other half while trapped under his mother’s unwavering gaze, especially after the tart incident.)

When he saw you in the mirror chamber for the first time many years later, he was awestruck by your grace and beauty, reminding him of how the queen of heart once was long ago… the problem was your impeccable timing. You had the worst sense of direction as well as time - quite literally to the point that he had to give you several (and I mean like five to ten) different watches to have on your person so you wouldn’t run late for your scheduled tea time and after school lessons with him (which he made a priority to keep an eye on your movements, especially with the way you hang around the ADuo).

He likes that you have a favorite tea flavor, but hates that you drink it. All. The. Time. (“There are other teas, you know?” he tells you softly, trying to reign in his urge to yell at you for drinking your tea when you should be drinking the green tea with honey that is required following a lesson with him.)

He recognizes you for your hard work - often watching you from the shadows when time permits as you paint the roses red, care for the hedgehogs, feed the flamingos in that pink attire he provided for you, and assist with the dorm’s random tea party celebrations. Riddle also enjoys your conversations - even though he would like it better if you opened your mouth and stopped speaking so quietly (“Look up, speak nicely. AND DON’T TWIDDLE YOUR FINGERS! Turn out your toes, curtsy, open your mouth a little wider and always say, ‘Yes, Housewarden Riddle.’" He’s constantly reminding you.)

The one thing he can not stand though: your friendship with Duece and Ace and the furball menace. He has added a new rule to the roster: ‘Rule #687: (Y/N) is to always be supervised by either Trey Clover or Cater Diamond when not in the presence of the housewarden.’ (It’s for your wellbeing, after all. Trey and Cater are much more reliable than those two annoying freshmen and fire-breathing direbeast.)

However, his real breaking point is when you side with Ace and Duece following the ‘collaring’. He wouldn’t have dreamed in a million years that you would’ve sided with them over him. He was only trying to look out for your best interests… the best interests of the dorm… He was supposed to be the one…

Leona Kingscholar:

Yandere Leona is more of the… dependent type. During his youth, one lazy afternoon, his older brother was talking to him about how he read in his studies about a certain smell that would allow him to know if his soulmate was nearby. Leona had at first shrugged it off, not really caring - after all, he wasn’t going to be king… why should he worry about finding the right one? He didn’t need annoying little brats running circles around him like his nephew did already… what a pain.

That changed the moment you entered the mirror chamber. Your scent wafted through the air and tickled Leona’s nose like a call of a hornbill to its mate. Leona could feel a need rising within him - a sudden need to protect and lay claim to you as his. And when the mirror turned you away, Ruggie was surprised when he stepped forward, offering a place to stay in Savanclaw.

It was no surprise to anyone that Leona decided to make you his personal gopher (although he knew that he couldn’t rely on you 24/7 as you weren’t allowed to attend the school - not that he cared much anyway for classes). During practice, you would bring water and snacks - the housewarden always scruffing the top of your head and messing your hair up, offering a cheeky grin that no one had seen before. In the dorm, you would sit with him and look over his homework and studies - Ruggie nearby to help you understand what was being taught, considering that this was something far beyond your understanding - especially since you had no magic ability either.

Speaking of which, Ruggie was the only other person - besides Leona - that was allowed to get close to you. Any other student that attempted to get within a foot of you would suffer under Leona’s frightening stare before choking on ‘King’s Roar’ until they begged for mercy when you weren’t around.

When the spelldrive tournament came up - and you unknowingly found out about the plan to hurt another student - you confronted Leona about it. Leona tried to play innocent - pretending not to know what you were talking about, Ruggie assisting with the typically ‘innocent until guilty’ look that he often gave you.

His last straw was when you and Jack warned the others of Savanaclaw's plan - the housewarden of Heartslabyul and his students effectively coming to your aid. Leona thought he could trust you… that you would respect him and love him as the king he was supposed to be…

Jamil Viper

Jamil is your typical stalker type - wanting to know about your every move, it’s ingrained in him after all. During his youth, he - along with the other servants of the Al-Asim home - would watch over the young masters as they grew up, one eye always on the lookout for danger that could befall the family. Kalim - as sweet and carefree as he was - would often spend time in Jamil’s presence, chewing his ear off with stories and such, Jamil often ignoring what he said or taking everything with a grain of salt. However - the story of the Scalding Sands princess and the thief never completely left his mind. Legends stated that the two were fated to be together - and the land had been prosperous during their reign. Jamil would often turn the story over in his mind a handful of times, but tsk at the idea of soulmates. It was only a fairy tale… right?

That changed the moment he saw you in the mirror chamber - your eyes wide by everything that was different and strange to you. If Jamil was honest, he thought back to the story of the desert princess and the thief right then and there - he imagined himself as the thief and you as the princess, and the longing that filled him had to be the same as it was for the thief when he had seen the princess’ beauty for the first time. It was easy to persuade Kalim to let you stay in Scarabia, using ‘Snake Whisper’ to charm him into allowing the headmaster for you to stay. Once within the safe confines of the dorm, Jamil offered for you to assist him with taking care of Kalim (“Trust me, my little desert flower,” he tells you, “things aren’t always as they seem. You will get what’s coming to you.”)

Speaking of which - like Azul’s pet name of ‘Angelfish,’ Jamil refers to you as ‘Desert Flower.’ When you asked why that was, Jamil would cough and say something about how you reminded him of the flowers back in the Scalding Sands - particularly the Desert Hyacinth (which is a parasitic plant, oddly enough).

Regardless, Jamil enjoys spending time with you - when not chasing Kalim around. In the evenings, when the dorm is asleep, he finds the evenings quite relaxing in your presence; playing Mancala on the carpeted flooring after having his feet rubbed in oil to alleviate the tension and pain from all the hard work he did. When he asks if there’s anything he can do for you in return, you simply smile and shake your head, explaining how you’re thankful for his kindness and generosity for keeping you company in the late evenings when you both know he should be getting rest.

However, as the holiday season approaches and the rest of the school heads home for the holidays, Jamil notices your disappearance one night - making him frantic to know where you had disappeared to. That fear turns into seething rage when you return with an octopus and two eels in tow - Jamil demanding to know what the meaning of this is. Out of the goodness of your heart, you explain that you sought help for him and Kalim - especially with Kalim’s strange mood swings making you more and more nervous with each passing day. The presence of the scheming octomer and his twin pals makes Jamil more on edge than ever - watching from the shadows as you and Kalim turn to your new allies. It would seem… desperate times call for desperate measures.

The look on your face when it’s revealed that he was the one behind the changes in Kalim’s behavior was enough to shatter Jamil’s heart into a thousand pieces - like a glass lamp crushed under the weight of stone. The fear… the anger… the resentment towards Kalim has become centerfold - but Jamil could never hate you… his little desert flower. If only he was headwarden… if he was in charge… none of this would have happened… it was all Kalim’s fault, after all…

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konigbabe · 1 year

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propinquity

Pairing: bodyguard!Price x fem!reader

Word count: 4.9k

Tags/Warnings: smut; nsfw; dom!price; top!price; p-in-v sex; kinda an illicit relationship; age gap (still legal and consenting tho); AU world; oral sex (female receiving); outside sex; praise kink; penetrative sex

Summary: Being the daughter of the prime minister doesn't always come with privileges - especially after a terrorist organization publicly declares its intention of taking the lives of your family because of your father's decisions. The situation gets even worse when you have to deal with a bodyguard who is anything but pleasant to be around.

A/N: This is basically an AU - the premise is that Captain Price is an ex-SAS soldier who retired and became a bodyguard instead of creating TF 141.

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The hand that was still holding you firmly against the tree trunk moved to your thigh, squeezing it reassuringly before he replaced his tongue with his fingers, lips moving upwards to eagerly lap on your painfully aching clit.

He brought you to a place of exquisite bliss. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, enveloping you in a cocoon of passion. You were lost in the moment, at this moment, and nothing else mattered.

The thing about having a permanent, over 180 centimeters-tall shadow is that it was not entirely familiar to you and made you feel peculiar. People would look twice when they saw you and him.

Price, as you'd come to address him, wasn't particularly fond of you either. He knew this line of work would mean meeting a variety of new people on a regular basis. What he didn't sign up for was, in his words, "babysitting a crude birdie who happened to be potty trained just yesterday".

There was no love-hate relationship nor any need for it; John was there purely as your protector, a man hired to guard your body and for the right remuneration, he was willing to do just about anything to make sure you were kept safe.

His presence awakened a feeling of safety within you. Despite his at-times harsh behavior, he always seemed to take care of you just the way you needed.

Sitting at your kitchen island, you looked at your dad in disbelief, feeling a sense of hopelessness but still clinging to a small thread of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could somehow change his mind. You had a pretty clear idea of what the outcome of this conversation would be before you even asked him, but the faintest spark of hope kept you from giving up.

"Dad, you can't possibly be serious about this," you groaned at the laptop screen, watching with exasperation as he exhaled heavily and slowly straightened his back.

"Darling," his voice was calm, a little raspy from his long day at work, "it isn't safe for you and you know it."

"But everyone is going there. My whole class is gonna be there. It's literally in the middle of the woods, do you seriously believe that some terrorists are about to attack me there? It's been weeks since that letter and nothing happened, it might even be a hoax."

Unfortunately, your complaints were not taken into consideration as you stared at your father with pleading eyes.

"I'm not going to repeat myself. This is my final decision and you are not permitted to go."

"Didn't you say that I should enjoy my university life to the fullest? Because in the last few weeks, the only places I've been to are my flat and classes. And this bloke," you pointed at Price, who was until this moment casually leaning against the counter with a cuppa in his hands, "is staring at my back 24/7".

Price, clad in a simple grey shirt tucked into his dress pants, raised an eyebrow and glanced at you, taking in the situation with a slow and calming breath. He paused for a moment before taking a sip of his tea, allowing the warmth of the liquid to soothe his nerves.

"You're right," your father gave a knowing nod before his eyes shifted away from you, "John?"

"Yes, sir," Price answered, his voice low and questioning. He put the cup on the kitchen island and made his way closer to face his boss, his strides slow yet confident. One arm was carelessly draped over the back of your chair while the other came to rest on the kitchen island for support. The faint smell of cigars and sandalwood, so specifically his, filled the air and indulged your senses as you felt his arm brush your shoulder. A sudden wave of warmth and comfort washed over you as you realized just how close he was.

Having been mere centimeters away from you, you looked up into his face, his freshly trimmed and styled beard looking so incredibly soft. You always wanted to sneak a touch to find out if it was as soft as it appeared or if he was one of those men with a beard full of harsh and prickly hairs.

How would he feel between your legs? Was he a man who took pride in his skillful use of his tongue, or was he someone who was eager to get his cock wet? Most of your past partners weren't particularly enthusiastic about performing oral sex on you...you blamed it on the fact that they were young. You had heard from your friend that older men were usually more traditional and preferred to be more generous with their tongues. You couldn't help but question - was Price one of those gentlemen?

Hearing your name fall from John's lips made you realize just how tightly you had clenched your thighs together, face dangerously close to the crook of his neck.

It's just hormones, just a surge of estrogen and progesterone that want me to breed, you shook your head in a desperate attempt to clear your befouled mind.

"You're staying in your bedroom tonight," your father said, "John will make sure you don't leave your room."

Sucking in your dry lips, you remained silent for a moment, your mind spinning with forbidden fantasies, the kind that left you feeling guilty and excited all at once.

"John, just make sure my daughter won't leave. I have a feeling she will be a troublemaker."

"I can handle a troublemaker, sir," your bodyguard said as you tried your best not to show any sigh of annoyance out of respect for your father.

"Good to know. Have a good night you two," with those words, the screen went completely black.

"Love you too, dad," you mumbled as you turned around, slipping under John's inviting arm and taking your keys.

"Where do you think you're going, birdie," John stepped slowly around the kitchen island, his eyes never leaving your figure. His arms were crossed over his chest as if to challenge you to a battle of wills.

"Going to the party," you mirrored his stance, "look, Price," taking a step closer and unfolding your arm, you stared into his eyes, "I am well aware that you are doing this for the pay grade. You don't really care about me but c'mon, you were young once too, I bet. Don't tell me you've never been to a party. I mean, we all have a right to have some fun, don't you think? If a party is what it takes to make this job easier, then why not? We all deserve to take a break once in a while, and I don't think it will hurt anyone if I just go and have some fun."

"My personal life is none of your bloody business," Price growled as he snatched the keys from your grasp.

"Now go to your room," he ordered, "and don't make me drag you there again."

"Unbelievable, Price, just unbelievable," you groaned in frustration and stomped your way to the bedroom, practically slamming the doors in anger to make it perfectly clear to Price just how irritated he had made you.

You laid down on the bed and listened to the sound of Price starting the shower. An idea popped in your head as you walked to the doors and tried to open them but they were locked.

You let out a loud, angry scream as you punched the doors a few times with all your might, your rage beginning to build up inside. He had really locked you in there.

Your hand throbbed from the constant pummeling it had taken as you slumped against the door, alone. Everyone else was at the party, enjoying their drinks, but here you were once more, cooped up in your flat with Price, unable to partake.

As you sat there, your chin resting on your knees, your gaze gradually shifted to the window. That should work.

“Screw you, John Price.”

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The bonfire danced before you as you stared into its flames, the taste of cheap alcohol lingering in your mouth bitterly, a reminder of the good whiskey, brand unknown, that Price kept in one of the cupboards, out of your reach - or so he thought. You remembered the feeling of that whiskey and how it filled you with warmth and a sense of contentment, something that this cheap alcohol could never give you.

The first time you chanced upon the bottle of scotch tucked away in the back of your cupboard was quite accidental. You suspected Price of being a drinker but had never actually seen him with a glass of liquor in his hand. However, while you were on the hunt for some sweets to satisfy your craving, you stumbled upon the half-empty bottle of scotch. Naturally, you couldn't resist pouring yourself a glass every now and then, and were certain Price had noticed you drinking it, yet he chose not to bring it up for some reason.

You wondered what he was doing, something you hadn't done before. This was the first time since you had met that you were without your shadow. It made you feel strangely uncomfortable, knowing his presence was missing and the sense of comfort he had brought you was gone, replaced by uncertainty. Something you had once found strange and unexpected in your life, but now had become a part of it, something you had grown fond of.

What will he do once he finds out the truth? Once he realizes you are gone? Your wandering thoughts made you check your phone absent-mindedly.

No missed calls, no unread messages.

"Do you think if we say his name three times, he will show up," your friend suggested, "like Bloody Mary?"

"Don't even joke about that," you let out a chuckle, sipping on your drink.

"John Price," another girl sitting by your side said, throwing her arm around you with a warm and friendly embrace.

"John Price," she repeated his name with a wide grin.

Something inside you shifted, a deep-seated emotion expanding and stretching through your chest like a tightly wound elastic band being slowly lengthened. Hearing your bodyguard's name coming from her mouth filled your body with a feeling you couldn't even begin to put into words. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you watched her repeat his name for the third time, the emotion in your chest slowly stretching and winding its way through your body.

A body squeezed itself between you and your girl friend. With a slight jump of your heart, you quickly glanced over to see the face of a boy you recognized from your classes, but one whom you had no idea who he was. He was someone you saw on a regular basis but had never spoken to.

"Hi there, ladies."

The moment his lips opened, you could smell the sharp, pungent scent of alcohol emanating from his mouth. You crinkled your nose in disgust, feeling his hand on the lower part of your back, like a vice-grip, as if attempting to keep you from running away from the situation, "How are we tonight? Are we having a good time?"

"Not anymore," your friend said standing up, "gonna grab us more drinks, be right back."

As you were left alone there, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, the desire to leave grew stronger as his hand kept lowering further down your back.

"Wanna go for a walk?" his lips brushed your ear as his hand rested on your bare thigh, the skirt feeling far too short as his fingers trailed their way up your leg.

"Not really, no," you choked out, putting your hand on his to stop his assault on your thigh.

"C'mon, just a fifteen-minute walk's all we need," he smiled, and in any other situation, you would have felt drawn to him, maybe even thought he was cute, but right now, all you wanted was to be invisible, to disappear and not draw any attention to yourself.

"I believe the lady said no," a firm voice declared with a commanding presence. A dark figure appeared before you, indulging you in his shadow as he stood with his back towards the bonfire.

"Bloody Mary," you exhaled, the tightness in your chest slowly dissipating as you stared into Price's eyes. He avoided making eye contact with you, instead focusing his gaze on the boy, who instinctively tensed up and shifted away from you in reaction.

Normally, his presence would fill you with annoyance, possibly ruining your perfect day, but now all you wanted to do was run into his embrace and feel the security of his arms around you.

The boy left without a fight, leaving an eerie stillness in his wake. You felt Price's eyes on you, and the silence seemed to stretch on forever. You could almost feel the tension in the air, and you had to resist the urge to break it. No matter how hard you tried, the quiet lingered, making the moment even more agonizing.

He extended his arm, offering you a hand to hoist you up from the grass, which you took gladly. His fingers squeezed yours and you felt like a tiny child again, overwhelmed by the size of his hand compared to yours. His warm grip was like a reminder of the safe comfort you felt when you held your father's hand as a child.

"You didn't have to come," you uttered the words silently, in the belief that your words wouldn't reach his ears, as he took your hand and led you away through the drunken crowd and into the silent depths of the woods, but he did indeed hear your words, despite the chaos around him.

"So, you're telling me that you want me to leave you here, all by yourself," he questioned as you ventured into the forest towards the spot where the parking lot was located, where his car was parked.

"No," you answered far too quickly, your cheeks becoming flushed with embarrassment. However, out of all the possible outcomes of your response, his genuine chuckle was something you had never expected in a million years. It was a sound that made you feel like maybe, just maybe, anything was possible.

Tugging at his hand, still clasped firmly in yours, both of you came to a stop in the middle of the moonlit darkness. His face was illuminated in the faint light, allowing you to see his features clearly.

"So you're not angry with me?"

"Oh, I'm bloody furious, birdie," he stated as you let go of his hand, heart pounding as you watched his eerily relaxed face, "you could've been in serious danger."

"No terrorists showed up," you replied, stepping towards him.

"That boy wasn't a terrorist but still a danger to you," Price stood resolutely, never once averting his gaze from yours, "my job is to protect you from any potential danger, to guard your body with everything I have. And I take my job fuckin' seriously."

With every word he said, heat raised in your body, the feeling spreading through your limbs like wildfire. You felt like you were melting into the moment, desire growing with each passing second. His voice was like a velvet caress, sending shivers down your spine as he spoke. You felt yourself leaning closer, wanting to be enveloped in his embrace.

His eyes, so deep yet light and warm, seemed to peer into your soul as he finished his sentence. You could feel the intensity that radiated from him. The longer you looked at him, the more alive he seemed to become, the more you felt a connection to him that seemed to defy all logic. You wondered what it would be like to touch those cheekbones, to trace the lines of his beard, feel the softness of his lips on yours.

The next thing you knew, your lips were tenderly pressed against his. Lasting only a second, you pulled away before Price managed to react.

I'm sorry," you whispered, your cheeks feeling as if they were on fire.

"You're drunk," he mumbled.

"Not enough to not remember this tomorrow," you replied promptly.

A moment of silence indulged both of you like an invisible force, slowly drawing you closer. You both felt a connection that could not be denied, and the silence was suddenly broken by the sound of your beating hearts.

He looked into your eyes, his own reflecting the passion you felt inside. His hands moved to cradle your face, and his lips met yours again. This time, he took control of the kiss. His lips moved against yours, exploring, tasting and savoring each moment. His hands moved to the small of your back, drawing you closer and deepening the connection between the two of you.

The kiss was passionate, intense, and unlike anything you'd ever felt before. You could feel the emotion radiating between you, swelling in the air like a tangible force.

He kissed you deeply, his beard scratching your upper lip as he sucked your lower lip between his. It was soft after all, well taken for. You felt your back press against the rough surface of a tree trunk, and his hands caressing your body, only fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach.

Hoisting one leg on his hip, you felt his bulge pressing against your crotch, right where you desired him the most, igniting a passionate heat between your bodies.

"Price," you moaned as he grounded his hips into yours.

"It's John," he mumbled between the kisses, the delightful roughness of his beard making its path down your throat.

Your head fell back, feeling the coarse bark of the tree behind you. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze rush past you. Pressing your chest into John's, his hand moved from your knee to your inner thigh, squeezing it harshly as if he was trying to make his presence known...as if he was making sure this wasn't just a dream.

A desperate moan escaped your throat as his palm pressed against your core, feeling your wetness as his palm pressed against your throbbing clit. His other hand slowly moved on your body, tracing your curves as he reached your chest. His fingers found your breasts, squeezing them over your shirt and sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

John's lips connected with yours once again. His tongue explored your mouth, tasting and teasing you with each movement while his hand palmed you through your panties. You felt yourself growing closer to the edge already, releasing months of pent-up desire.

"Gonna have a taste," John groaned loudly as you ground your crotch against his palm shamelessly, "you comfortable with going higher?"

"What?" you exhaled slowly, your brows furrowing in confusion.

Without warning, his hands suddenly grabbed your hips and he took a step back, almost as if he had planned it. Your legs automatically locked around his head as he hefted you onto his shoulders, his arms outstretched to secure you in the position he desired.

You squealed and tightly gripped his hair as the first thing that came under your palm. You looked down, meeting John's eyes in the moonlight as he stared up at you with an amused and indulgent smile. This was actually the first time you’d seen him smile so much, radiating a warmth that was quite unfamiliar.

"You find this amusing?" you chuckle heartily.

“Well, you should see your face, love,” he looked at you, his hands tight around your thighs.

"Why did you even do it?" your hands gradually released their firm grasp on his hair as you steadied yourself against the tree so as to avoid falling.

"So I can do this," John answered and broke the eye contact, hooking your skirt on your hips.

His presence enveloped you and you could feel his breath on your aroused body. You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as he gently caressed your inner thighs, kissing the inside of your thighs, feeling the delightful scratch of his beard between your legs. Not wasting a second, he moved your soaked panties to the side and pressed his tongue flat against your core, melting you into him as his tongue circled your clit before sucking it in.

Moans of pleasure escaped your open lips as you let your bodyguard devour you like a man starved, his tongue thrusting inside you deeper than you could have ever imagined as his hands moved to knead the soft flesh of your breast hidden underneath your bra.

"Fuck, I approve of this," feeling the overwhelming ecstasy fill your body, you did everything you could to remain balanced enough not to fall even though you were certain John wouldn't allow that to happen.

"I knew you'd taste like bloody heaven," he murmured as the sound of John lapping on your wetness blatantly filled the quiet night.

Anyone could be walking in your direction any time on their way to the parking lot and see the shocking, scandalous image of the prime minister's daughter getting her pussy eaten like a five-star gourmet meal by her own personal bodyguard, whose head was currently buried deep between her legs.

"Keep goin'" you moaned in blissful euphoria, desperately pushing your hips into his face and locking his head between your legs as if you were afraid he was about to escape from you.

He groaned into your clit, sending vibrations straight to your core, only adding more pleasure to your already overheating body. His fingers plunged into you at a merciless speed, curling slightly upwards to search for that one spot he was determined to locate. A delightful knot tightened into your stomach as John brought you to the brink of ecstasy, and with one final thrust of his calloused fingers, you were swept away in a sea of unimaginable pleasure.

He kissed you on the clit one last time before pulling away and descending you down to the ground again with expertise while you were still drunk in his fingers, legs buckling before finding your footing again.

"John," you exhaled, flushed with desire as your hand extended to his painfully hard erection, still hidden underneath the dress pants he was wearing. He gripped your wrist, stopping your actions. Your eyes lost themselves in his, seeing how fueled by desire this man was, while John traced his fingers along your lips, painting them with your own juices before pushing them inside, watching as you sucked at his fingers, feeling the swirling of your tongue making him groan.

"Knew you'd be a good girl for me," he watched you clean his fingers for a brief moment before pressing his lips to yours.

"Do you want me," he asked between the kisses, his voice full of longing and passion.

"Yes," you replied instantly, hands finally sneaking to his pants as you brought him closer to your body, indulging yourself in his presence, in his sandalwood smell as you fumbled with his belt and zipper before palming his erection while keeping your lips locked together.

His breathing became labored as his hips started to thrust against your hand, making you smile as you felt his pleasure. You kept up the rhythm, your hand moving alongside the outline of his cock and sneaking into his underwear, spreading his leaking precum to lubricate his head. John groaned in pleasure as you took your time, exploring and teasing him until he could take no more.

"Condoms?" his breath fanned over your face as his eyes met yours.

"IUD," you kissed the corner of his mouth while he rutted against your palm. His breath came in short, shallow bursts as your touch electrified his body and sent waves of pleasure radiating through him.

Taking off your panties, your legs wrapped around his waist, locking at your ankles as you watched John stuff your underwear in his pocket. You angled your hips to meet his eager cock, pressing your body firmly against his as you kissed the side of his neck. His hands moved to take off your shirt, exposing your burning skin to the cold air and causing goosebumps to raise on your soft flesh. Your bra didn't last too long after that, and you were soon left wearing only your skirt, hooked around your hips. John's lips latched onto your nipples as he pushed his pants down, the head of his cock nudging your entrance and making you gasp softly as you were filled with anticipation.

His tongue circled your erected nipple as he pushed his cock inside you. Arching your back, you pushed your chest into his face. His hand sneaked between you and the tree trunk, fingertips tracing the natural curve of your spine.

"Fuck, love, the things you do to me," John said as he licked at your skin before blowing cold air onto the wet spots, elaborating on your ecstasy while thrusting slowly but deep inside your gummy walls, building up his pace steadily.

"Oh my God," your legs quivered as John continued his lustful assault on your chest, leaving you marked and radiating with blissful pleasure.

It didn't take very long for you to whisper the word "Faster" into his ear, and he happily obliged, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts. John's hips rocked rhythmically against yours as he found the perfect spot inside you that sent waves of pleasure surging through your entire body.

The shameful sound of skin slapping skin, and your wetness being filled with someone's cock, reverberated in your ears. John's hand made its way to your throat, his thumb caressing the front of it before he squeezed your jawline, bringing your face toward his for another kiss. His thrusts became more violent, and you could feel your walls squeezing him delightfully with each rough plunge.

“M’close,” you murmured softly into the kiss, feeling your back heat up as the rough bark of the tree pressed against it, the scratching and pain intensifying the pleasure that was coursing through you.

“C'mon, want you to cum around my cock,” he whispered against your lips, his thumb caressing your jaw as his other hand moved from your thigh to your throbbing clit, teasing and tantalizing the sensitive bud to bring you to the edge of pleasure.

You turned your head, your mouth enveloping his thumb as you began to suck and swirl your tongue around its tip. When your eyes locked with his, his body shuddered in response and he felt the pleasure of the moment coursing through his veins. John became was unable to break the gaze as you continued to play with his finger with your tongue, the sensations overwhelming his body.

His thrusts became sloppy and uncontrolled as he neared his climax.

"Cum for me, love," he whispered seductively in your ear, making your body quiver and moan with pleasure as his thrusts became increasingly passionate. As you reached the brink of orgasm, you felt his cock swell inside you and you clenched around him tightly, sending waves of delight through both of you as you finally came undone.

"That's it," John grunted against your skin, his tongue toying with your nipples again. A few powerful thrusts later, John was grunting and biting into your skin, sure to leave marks, as he finished inside you, staying still as he savored the moment - the feel of both your juices mixing together inside your pulsating velvety walls before slowly making its way out of you, drenching your thighs.

You panted heavily and leaned your head against the tree, your hands still firmly pressed against John's shoulders as he effortlessly held you close to his sweat-soaked body. As he slowly pulled out of you, a soft whimper escaped your lips at the sudden empty feeling. He hold you by your waist while his eyes followed the trail of cum going down your legs.

Taking your panties out of his pocket, he knelt on one knee before you and used them as a wipe to clean your hypersensitive core and the trail leading to the ground.

One final kiss later, John pulled up his pants, stuffed your cum-stained panties back into his pocket and deftly fixed his shirt before helping you dress on your shaking knees.

“You good, birdie?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out, fixing your bra and tucking your shirt into your skirt while running your fingers through your hair to make it look less like you had just been ravished against a tree by your own bodyguard.

"We should go before someone sees us," John stated, looking in the direction you came from.

A genuine laugh left your lips, "now you're worried someone might see us?"

"You're funny, birdie," with a smile, he offered his hand to lead the way before falling slightly behind you and becoming your silent, stoic shadow once again.

“Can you walk all the way back," he asked as he observed you stumble slightly.

"Don’t flatter yourself, Price, doesn't suit you” you laughed it off as you continued walking towards the parking lot, your bodyguard trailing after you, a chuckle escaping him. His muscular form soon appeared next to you, and his arm slung around your waist to help steady you after you stumbled a few more times.

#captain price #john price #captain price x reader #john price x reader #captain price smut #john price smut #captain john price #captain john price x reader #cod #callofduty #codmwii #callofdutymodernwarfare2 #callofdutymodernwarfare #smut #moni writes #codmw

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thebadgerclan · 9 months

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Objection

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: You can’t marry him...

It was to be the wedding of the century. Crown Prince Vasily Lantsov and Lady Y/N L/N, one of the most prolific Os Altan families united with the Crown. It was like a fairy tale come true, except for one fatal flaw: you did not love Vasily. You weren’t expected to love him, it was an arranged marriage after all, but you had expected the Prince to treat you with respect, at the very least.

He had not. His first words to you had been “She’s rather plain,” closely followed by, “Perhaps you shouldn’t eat so much at tea.” You kept your retorts to yourself, as you had been trained to do, keeping the outward appearance of a well-bred, gentle lady. Vasily’s barbs had only gotten worse from there. You were too outspoken, you had been permitted to read too much, you didn’t dress in the appropriate style, you ate too much, you ate too little, et cetera.

Your sole relief from your fiance came in the unexpected form of his brother, Nikolai. He was kind where Vasily was cruel, funny where Vasily was stale, caring where Vasily wanted nothing to do with you. It began as a friendship, it truly did, you finding solace in his company. Then something changed. He looked at you with more intensity, more heat, desire. Then, he’d kissed you.

Which led you to your current situation. Nikolai was on top of you, thrusting into your dripping cunt, moaning into your ear. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, your legs around his waist, urging him closer, deeper. “Fuck, Y/N,” he grit out. “He can’t get you this wet, can he?” “N-no!” you cried, biting your lip in a failed attempt to silence yourself. You could not be caught, if you were caught…..well, would that truly be so bad?

“That’s right,” Nikolai replied, sealing his lips over yours. “You might wear his ring, but you’re mine, Y/N. My girl, mine to have, mine to fuck.” “Yes!” He reached between your bodies to rub your clit, and you came with a shout of his name; a should Nikolai silenced with another kiss. “That’s right, baby. You love this, don’t you? You love being underneath me, knowing your fiance could walk in at any moment.”

He hadn’t slowed his thrusts after your orgasm, rather, he sped up, taking you rough and hard, effectively claiming his territory. “I love it,” you nearly growled. “Nikolai, yes!” The younger prince smirked, licking and sucking at your neck, not hard enough to leave a mark. Appearances, and all that. “Y/N, you’re mine,” he moaned. “Not his, you’re mine.” “I’m yours,” you gasped. “Kolya, yes, I’m yours!”

You weren’t, you both knew it, but it was nice to pretend. The betrothal contract effectively made you property of the Ravkan Crown. But Nikolai loved you, he had never said it aloud, but you felt it: in the way he held you when you cried, the way he kissed you after making love, the way he looked at you across a room. “Y/N, fuck, I’m close.” You let out a whimper, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. “I love you,” you whispered, and Nikolai was undone.

He barely managed to pull out before he came, burying his face in the crook of your neck, moaning your name as he bucked his hips against the sheets. With one hand, he rubbed your clit until you came again, tugging on his arms to urge him closer. Nikolai laid down at your side and pulled you into his arms, kissing you deeply. “You said….did you mean it?”

“Of course I meant it,” you replied, your forehead resting against his. “I love you, Nikolai. And I….” He cupped your cheek, brushing a wisp of hair from your face. “Go ahead, love.” “I can’t marry him. Vasily…he says all these awful things about me, he can barely stand to be around me, and I love you.” Nikolai sighed, pulling you closer to him. “Oh sweetheart, I know. Believe me, there’s nothing I want more than to take you away from here, but we both know that’s not possible.”

You nodded, letting your eyes fall shut. “What if I was compromised?” “What?” You lifted your head so you could look at him. “If we were caught together, I’d be compromised. Then you’d have to marry me, contract be damned.” Nikolai immediately shook his head. “Absolutely not. I will not compromise you.” “You already have,” you said, but he still shook his head. “No, not happening. I’ll find some other way, I promise, my love.” He cupped your cheeks then, making you look him in the eye. “You will not marry him, I swear.”

***

Whatever Nikolai had planned, he was cutting it extremely close. You were at the altar, the Apparat reciting the Saints’ prayer of marriage, Vasily looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here. “If there is anyone who believes these two should not be joined in marriage, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” There it was, your final chance. Could the bride object? Probably not. Then, just as the Apparat was about to speak, there was motion from the front row, where the royal family was seated. Nikolai had stood up, making the assembled guests murmur and whisper. “I object!”

#nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone reader insert #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone fanfiction

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lyrical-fanfics · 1 year

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Comforting a depressed partner

So I've been having a bit of a depressive episode, and I've been having a hard time, so I decided to make a quick HC of what the TWST boys would do if you were in the same situation.

❤️Heartslabyul Boys❤️

Riddle

Would immediately begin piecing things together. He would see self-isolation, oversleeping, and low appetite as red flags, and would start by making a checklist for you.

He would check on you daily to make sure you're doing things to make you feel better.

he would also encourage that you go and do things with him instead of him getting up and doing it by himself.

He serves you tea as a way to get you to sit up instead of just laying down, all while still following the queen's rules.

He also knows your medicine schedule to a T, and will remind you to journal how you're feeling.

He'll do his homework with you in arms reach, just in case you need him, and if you're feeling up to it, you can lean on him. his hand will either rest on yours or on your thigh, occasionally squeezing it to remind you silently that he's there.

"Do you need anything? ... I'll find a stopping point and we can go grab it together. A little walk would do well for you. "

Ace

He's very gentle in private right now. He'll still give you some sass to make you laugh, but he's very careful around you right now

He's highly protective of you right now too. He's either got a hand on you at all times, or he's texting you. Anyone that might give you shit right now is getting a stare-down from him.

He'd deliberately text you and check in on you around mealtime, and chastise you for not eating

He's also spending nights at your place to keep an extra close eye on you, usually after begging Trey for the sleepover permit (not that you'll ever know)

during sleepovers, he's wrapped around you like a weighted blanket, squeezing you to let you know how much he cares.

"You haven't eaten? the last time you ate was 14 hours ago, come on, let's go! can't have you starving on me! what are we having tonight for dinner by the way? I'm sleeping here"

Deuce

He has absolutely no idea what to do

He'd be worrying up a storm, asking constantly what he can do for you.

He'd be like a lost puppy at your side, whimpering and trying to come up with things to do. He's giving plenty of forehead kisses hoping that helps, but they aren't instant cures, so he continues to worry

When there is even an inkling of something you need, he's already on his feet. He wants nothing more than to be there for you,

He hates feeling this useless and wants to do something for you

He finds that when he doesn't know what to do, he just holds you, partially for his own sanity as well

"Huh? Do you have a craving for something? NO! Let me get it! I'll run and get it! I'm fast, I'll promise I'll be right back!"

Cater

Cater's very observant, and would notice signs even before you might piece it together for yourself

Cater's the type to get you walking around with him, whether it's to class or to nowhere

If you can't walk as much as you would like, he's sending you memes and face-timing you while he's away,

He's showing you everything he sees, talking about anything and everything

He wants to make sure you aren't ever lonely right now, and will even be on call with you until you fall asleep

when he's with you, he'll spoon you and scroll through social media with you, occasionally giving you kisses on the crown of your head.

He also has your medicine schedule memorized, and his phone will ping with an alarm to help both of you remember

"You can't go any further? that's okay, you did really well with today's walk! don't worry about anything else, Cay Cay's got you."

Trey

He's immediately making sweets and baked goods for you when you're starting to not feel well,

but when it's clear that it's an episode, he spends less time baking and more time sitting on the edge of your bed keeping you company.

If you're someone who apologizes a lot, he'll make you turn it into things you're thankful about instead of things you're sorry about (Ex. instead of "I'm sorry you have to take care of me" it's "I'm grateful for taking care of me")

He'll rub his thumb over your hands, give you gentle kisses, comforting you through this time.

He's here for you, making sure you aren't alone

"Hey, how are you doing today? any better?... No no, don't apologize, I'm gonna be here for you regardless. Here, I brought you something."

#twst imagines #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanon #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines

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sofiaaaaaaaa03 · 1 year

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The Nosy Neighbor

Title: The Nosy Neighbor

Pairing: Marc Spector/Steven Grant x GN Platonic Young Adult Reader

Word Cound: 2,803

Request:

omg you’re back!!! i hope you’re doing alright, life’s treating you well and all that.

since you’re looking for requests might a suggest a platonic/familial moon knight x reader (maybe a male reader but gn works too!) where the reader is a teen that’s a part of Harrow’s cult. Moon boys try help the reader get out of the cult but unfortunately reader is stubborn af. eventually they realise that Arthur is taking advantage of them and start reluctantly helping Moon Knight. Marc maybe even seeing a bit of himself in the reader when it comes to their attitude towards others (just being rude and blunt to everyone).

thank you for the chance, and again great to see you back!

A/N: Here you go!!! I'm a bit worried I didn't make them very stubborn but I hope you don't mind it much. I hope you enjoy!!! And yes, life has been treating me well. I've only been at the gym and studying lol.

“You’re a lousy spy. Did you know that?”

Sitting in the shaded London apartment on a rather gloomy day, Steven Grant sat at his kitchen table with a mug of tea in his hands and the eyes of a spy staring right at him. Now there were many things about Steven’s life that he could permit reason for having someone observe his every move. Such as how little legal paperwork the man has compared to his alter from the Americas, Marc Spector, or how he and his alter work as vigilantes for an ancient Egyptian God. The system itself was an abnormality that gave many concerns to different parties around the globe. It was a matter of time before someone was sent to observe the system’s every movement. What caught Steven, and even Marc, off guard about the whole spy situation was how it was this specific neighbor.

“Can’t say it was something I’ve been properly trained for.” spoke the spy before they took a long sip of the tea that Steven had offered them.

No, no. Marc fretted inside of the system. They’re too young. If Harrow’s reaching out to kids like this then he’s getting desperate.

“Has Harrow gotten desperate?” Steven asked the spy, only to receive a lame shrug. “You’re just a kid.”

Steven, shut up. That was rhetorical.

“Ouch. This kid still managed to get more information on you in two days than Harrow’s gotten in two years. So if you’re going to insult me, at least do it remembering that I can send everything I have on you with a simple rendezvous point away.”

Inside of the system Steven could feel Marc seethe in anger. The marine insisted to be released so that he may deal with the spy, but Steven ignored him and straightened himself up in his seat.

The spy in question was a neighbor from across the hall of Steven’s apartment. Y/n l/n, he’d learned the first week when he’d moved into the apartment. They’d introduced themselves while Steven was fumbling for his keys amongst the moving boxes outside of his flat. His first impression of them wasn’t much. Just a young chap, probably in university, and though they seemed nice, they had a sort of attitude in the way they responded. Rather abrupt and tended to keep to themselves. But they were still up for conversation whenever they found Steven in the hallway. That was something the museum tour guide liked about the chap.

So, for the next few days while Steven was moving into the apartment y/n would exit their own apartment to make small talk with the man before heading out on an errand. It was a habit that was maintained even after Steven was moved into the complex, as he often saw his neighbor while passing in the hallway. He was really pleased to have someone to talk to other than silent street performers or lonesome paintings in the museum, even if the kid could be a pain to talk to.

Marc had never made conversation with the kid himself. During one particular conversation with Steven he’d made it known that the kid probably lived alone. That thought alone never bothered him, as he’d seen all sorts back in Chicago.

But then the kid started to annoy Marc. Slowly their eventual chance encounters turned to daily occurances. Steven never minded it but to Marc he grew irked. The kid seemed to leave exactly as Steven or Marc was at the threshold of their apartment, rummaging for their keys, always inquiring about what they’ve been up to and asked questions that would require them to go into specific detail of their life, that Marc suspected that something was up. Perhaps their neighbor was eager to learn the details of the system’s life for an employer. Harrow, maybe? The CIA? He’d warned Steven to not speak to their neighbor until he’d figured out a way to deal with the young thing, but Steven went and did the exact opposite of Marc’s warning by inviting y/n into their own apartment.

The spy observed the apartment around them while Steven was in thought. “You have a nice apartment, shame it’s such a mess.”

“It’s not that messy,” Steven dismissed the look they gave him, “I don’ suppose you want anotha cuppa?”

y/n looked to the mug in their hand and sloshed it around before nodding. “Yeah, why not. I think I’ve gotten past the suspicion that you’re trying to poison me.”

Steven smiled at the young thing with a chuckle, relieved that despite the situation they had a sense of humor, and grabbed the kettle that sat between the two. As he poured the steaming liquid into the mugs, there was a sort of silence in the air. He tried to ignore the look that y/n gave him, probably expecting for him to continue the conversation.

“Thank you,” y/n accepted the mug from the gift shopist, “So how long have you known?”

“Known that you’ve been spying on us?” Steven sat back in his seat, “oh, we’ve known for a bit. Marc started catchin’ on ‘bit before me, but I’s was in denial about it. ‘Just that you’d been so nice an’ all, I told him ‘No, Marc, they’re just a nice chap. It’s just the generation these days, they don’t take the time to get to know their neighbors, we’re just not used to it when someone like them comes along’.”

He chuckled at his words, shaking his head and reaching for his reading glasses. “But a few weeks ago, Marc noticed you started receiving flowers. Tulips, always were tulips at your doormat. They’d came same time every week with a letter attached. That’s how your employers been communication’ with you, hasn’t he?”

“Wow,” y/n chuckled in exasperation, and almost in disbelief at the accusations thrown by the man, “so let me get this straight, you’re accusation of me being a spy is because I’ve been receiving flowers? Is that all?”

“Quite is, actually.”

“I’m sorry, Steven, but if you can’t see people as an enemy just because they have a partner and you don’t.”

“See, no you don’t. You know how I know?” Marc leaned over with his knees resting on his knees. “Cause all of this time we’ve met in the hallway, not once were you accompanied by your ‘partner’. You keep to yourself. You don’t have people over. Not even kids your age. So even a one-nighter walking out of your door is going to catch my attention. But same as me, you’ve not been catching many fishes out there, hm?”

There was silence. y/n glared at the marine at the string of words they’d received. All the while the marine observed their expression with a snide smirk written on his lips. Marc didn’t particularly blame them for the way they looked at him, but he paid no mind in showing the teen the attitude they’d given the gift shopist for these last few weeks.

“You know your boss has a real good sense of humor,” Marc tapped the mug against the table before hovering the ceramic to his lips. He spoke again before taking a swig. “ ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.’ Way back in the day a Chinese general used to say that. He never lost a battle. Harrow must look up to him, choosing you for the job. Being across the hall can really let you into someone’s life.”

y/n looked at him as though they had no clue who they were speaking with. “Is it still you or is it the history buff talking now?”

“Nope, still me.” Marc clarified, unperturbed by the kid’s confusion. “I know a bit about history myself.”

“Oh.” y/n mused. Their eyes glanced between the marine and the cup between his fingers. “Sorry, it just seems like you’re more the muscle than the brains.”

Marc, completely ignoring the insult thrown at him, took another swig of his drink while y/n spoke again, making a face when he realized he’d drank Steven’s tea. “Alright, I’m a spy. What are you gonna do about it? Kill me? That’s not going to stop Harrow, he’s going to make the world right. ”

They watched the marine stand up from the table and make his way to the kitchen. Sitting atop the counter was a half-full pot of coffee he’d prepared earlier in the day. He grabbed a new mug from the counter and prepared his drink.

“We’s just wanna talk, is all. Understand why you’re doing what you’re doing.” Steven grabbed Marc’s cup of coffee and took a seat at the kitchen table once more. This time he’d pulled his seat closer to the young thing and nestled his forearms onto the table. “ well, I do. Marc just wants to get you out of our way and deal with Harrow already.”

“.”

Steven chuckled, “So, how did this whole thing start between you and Harrow?”

The spy took a long look at him. Steven could tell that they were debating as to whether or not to disclose such private information to their supposed enemy. They looked at him with a stone face, fingers tapping in thought before they weighed in their decision. Expression morphing to match the sigh of defeat they exhaled, y/n hunched over their cup and watched the tea leaves in their drink.

“First time Harrow approached me about doing all of this I told him I’d do a lousy job, that I’d get caught. I told him to find someone else in town that could do it, but he was insistent for me to do it. Said that I was chosen to do it, that I was meant to do it.” They were mumbling, barely above a whisper that Marc had to lean closer to hear their words. Finally, after a few moments, they inhaled, straightening themselves into the chair. “Were you blipped?”

Marc observed the kid for a moment before answering. “No, I wasn’t.”

“I was a part of the population that was Blipped some years ago. When I came back there was no home to go back to and none of my family was accounted for, and the whole world didn’t care about people like me. But Harrow cared. He opened up his town to those who needed it and took the time to get to know every single person who came to him. Eventually, Arthur received a vision from the gods that he was meant to create a perfect world. He said that everyone who ever did us wrong would be punished. I mean, the world would be pure again. But he had a problem, you…”

y/n took a sip from their cup. All the while, Marc could only look at the teen with a straight face despite his anxiousness to the kid. It was obvious that the young thing suffered from Stockholm syndrome. They had the whole world turn their back on them. It was only natural that now they were so agreeing to the one person who showed them right, however double-sided it could have been.

“Harrow could easily send his men to my apartment and finish me off if he wanted to.” Marc admitted, knowing that his current living situation wasn’t exactly fort knox. “So why bother sending a spy on me?”

“He said he wanted to know what makes you tick. Whether the rumors that you were unwell were true.”

y/n paused and spoke with hesitation in his voice. “If there really are two of you in there.”

From inside the system, Steven shifted uncomfortably. It seemed that the news of the system spreads fast.

“ ‘If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.’ “

y/n smirked, amused by the words that the marine mumbled. “Same general said that? Or are you making shit up now.”

“Same one,” Marc acknowledged the young thing before Steven fronted. Immediately the man’s posture shrank and the little spy felt more at ease with the gift shopist accompanying them. “You do realize that what Harrow’s doing is wrong, don’ you?”

“Bringing justice to those who commit wrongs?” y/n shook their head confidently. “I don’t see anything wrong about that.”

Steven stared at y/n in disbelief, letting out a small scoff. “You don’ see anything wron- you can’t be serious? He’s probably about to take out half the planet. Aren’t you pissed from that guy- that- Thanos? Do you really want something like that to happen again? After everything you’ve been through?”

“The difference between him and Harrow is that it's all perfectly designed. Harrow brings justice to all of this! He’s wanting to kill off people before they get the chance to do something wrong! The people who were blipped, were blipped without discrimination. Doctors, murderers, criminals, children, lawyers! There were innocent people whose lives were ruined. My life was ruined. I was innocent.“

Marc’s voice was stern and rigid, trying to clear y/n’s riled up demeanor before they got more worked up. Only they were still going.

“You’re putting a perfect world at jeopardy, Harrow needs to make sure you don’t get in the way and-”

“Alright, stop, stop, stop.” Marc holds up his palm to the young thing in a final attempt to stop them, careful not to show any sign of aggression. “It’s mass genocide.”

y/n stared at the marine for a long moment, showing no sign of speaking. Maybe they were realizing the depth of Marc’s words? Had he gotten through? If so, he needed to act fast. So, Marc grabs his chair and pulls it so that he sits closer to the young thing. “Alright, y/n, I’m gonna need you to listen very carefully to me. Okay? Now, I know Harrow took you into his wing, fed you, clothed you, gave you a place to go, an’ you feel like you want to do what you can to help him. Pay him back, even. Trust me, I’ve been there before. Owed my life to a god myself and it got me in more trouble than you know. But Harrow’s working with a god whose concept of crimes is much different than you and I’s are, so there are people who are going to be punished for things that aren’t as bad as we make ‘em to be. And if it comes down to that you are called to die for a crime that you have yet to commit, do you think Harrow’s going to vouch for you? Well, do you?”

The spy, unwavering eyes staring into Marc’s own, said nothing. But they didn’t need to. Marc knew very well that he was slowly making sense to the young thing.

“What’s happened to you is going to happen again, only this time you’re going to see what a mess the world was when you left it. It wasn’t a pretty sight. And between you and I, I don’t think the world can handle something like that happening once more. Now, it doesn’t have to be this way. You can change that. But you’re gonna have to help me. how about you and I work together, hm? The more I know about how Harrow’s whole operation works, the better I’ll be able to take him down. How’s that sound, hm?”

Though Marc didn’t get his answer right away, instead he shot back against his chair when y/n abruptly stood up from the table and began to make their way to the door. Reaching for their shoes that they’d left, drenched in water from the rain outside, they hurriedly put them on.

“You’re crazy,” They grumbled from the doorway. Marc remained seated at his place from the table.

“Please, let me walk you out.” Steven stood up from the seat and reached for the door. He opened it, stepping to the side and patiently waited for y/n as they finished.

“Just think about my offer.” Marc urged as y/n straightened themselves up and gazed at him with reluctance in their eyes. “There are worse enemies out there than me, yknow.”

y/n, in all their confidence, strode past the marine and exited into the hallway of the floor that they shared. Swiftly they strode to their apartment at the end of the hall, and as Marc watched them he watched how their stride fell almost too quickly when they noticed a bouquet of tulips awaiting their doorstep.

Now, Marc didn’t know what exactly was in the letter that waited inside of the bouquet. But whatever was written inside of that piece of paper had made y/n question the theology behind Harrow’s conquest, as a few hours after their lovely conversation were they waiting outside of his doorstep with tulips in their hands.

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cornflowershade · 11 days

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Get To Know Me Tag!

thanks for tagging me @distant-screaming ! <33 💕 and @airenyah ! <33 ☺️💗

do you make your bed? typically no. I mean, I'll pull the sheets up so that it looks kind of okay but that's about it.

what's your favourite number? i don't think i have one 🤔 but I've always preferred odd numbers.

what is your job? working with kids part-time at an after school! we get to play games and go outside and do art. on thursdays I dance with them. it's a good time :)

if you could go back to school, would you? mmm. maybe! (but it wouldn't be with the intention of going into a that new field—I just like to learn and also enjoy school lol.) I was just talking the other day about how there's so many things I would've loved to study that I didn't go for or only discovered later. Like film! I want to know how to film things and have them look super professional for my personal fan projects.

can you parallel park? nope. never learned how and haven't had a chance to continue practicing driving bc... life. i'm still on my learners permit 🙃

a job you had that would surprise people? not sure what would be surprising honesty! But uh, I used to do website design for people.

do you think aliens are real? like... no but also yes? I think it's safe to assume that somewhere in the universe there could be life of some kind.

can you drive a manual car? nope

what's your guilty pleasure? wracking my brain and i literally can't think of something right now, i'm sorry

tattoos? nope! I like to change up my aesthetics too often for something that permanent asdfg. I stick with the occasional eyeliner tattoos or henna xD

favorite color? red!!! also blue. but I love most colors <33

favorite type of music? i listen to (most) any kind of music! just depends on what I feel like :)

do you like puzzles? like physical puzzle-piece puzzles? not really, I get a little antsy and don't have the patience for them! Unless it's a kids puzzle but then they're often too easy lol. BUT if we're talking mental puzzles, I love that. Like trying to code something and crack how to get a thing working... that's fun.

any phobias? i'm a bit afraid of heights. (not being high up in all situations, but specifically if there's a way to fall down. like sure I'll climb on top of things sometimes, but if it's too high or feels like there's an easy way to fall off then i get scared. sometimes kids try to get me to climb on the jungle gym equipment at work but this is simply not going to happen).

favorite childhood sport? horseback riding :)

do you talk to yourself? yes, but not out loud, just in my head. though a lot of the time it's actually fake conversations with other people or made up people. My brain makes up situations lol.

what movies do you adore? 'the lego batman movie', 'legally blonde'... when it comes to movies i'll watch over again it's usually the more feel-good type stuff

coffee or tea? tea! (I actively dislike the taste of coffee.) But also, I find tea very calming and it makes me happy! like, it's just so cozy!! especially if you have a little time for it, to make it a peaceful moment. boil the water, pick out a cup, sit with it all warm in your hands. rushed tea is not the thing.

first thing you wanted to be growing up? either being an actress or a teacher! :)

tagging: @qt-qtoey @softneomiro @lamonnaie @celestial-sapphicss @moonkhao

#tag game

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drottni · 1 year

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LBFAD rewatch part 4

1. "I was just passing by" Sir. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

"Didn't I tell you to wait home? Who told you to run around?!?" Maam. 🤣

Just a normal husband and wife conversation in life and death situations.

2. DFQC: *angry but cute little demon expressions* letttmeeeekillllsommeeethingggggyyesssssssssatlastt

XLH: *bops him on the head like a cat* back off you little fiend, no killing today

DFQC: *angry little demon muttering and grumbles*

3. DFQC casually throwing out Hellfire to kill some rando eavesdropper:

Me: That one. I want that one. HE'S MINE.

(yes I have just resorted to thinking of him as a angry but cute cat and I have adopted him)

4. LBFAD summary:

DFQC: emotions bad. XLH: no, emotions good

DFQC: emotions..bad? XLH: no. emotions good.

DFQC: emotions...goOD? XLH: yes! emotions good!

DFQC: emotions good!! XLH: *mm yeah except for me*

DFQC: EMOTIONS GOOD 🔪😠🔪

5. How was he this jealous of Changheng already?!? 😄 His reluctance to leave. His little "or what, they will think you were colluding and fornicating with a criminal?" angry retort. His expressions when she mentions Changheng being strong. 😅😅

6. DFQC threatening to rip out Shangque's scales as a punishment hurts my soul knowing his history.

7. DFQC in important discussions with Shangque:

XLH: *angry screams*

DFQC: *sigh* My terrible wife is calling. I must leave.

8. Someone make a compilation video of him saying "your life is precious to me" from beginning to end. I need to observe the way his expressions change each time. From 😠🔪 to 🥺🖤

9. XLH running to her Daqiang to tell him her happy news *hearteyes* but like....DFQC just chilling at home waiting for her?!?!? Like a good lil hubby warming tea for when his wifey gets home?!?! Mr sir DFQC do you not have important Moon Supreme business to attend to ? No I guess not.

10. I feel for Changheng. I really do. His story has all the angst too like the whole "have to pretend she is below me and I never think about her twice when in reality she is all I think about just so my menace of a brother gets off her trail" : heartbreaking. Him having to cross out her name while knowing full well how much it means to her. All super sad. It is the highest of compliments to DFQC that despite all this Changheng does not even once tug our "second lead syndrome" hearts. Not for a second are we like awww maybe she should be with him. Moon Supremacy indeed.

11. I have ....many questions about that underwater scene. First. Why does DFQC look so pained? The expression on his face when she is holding on very tight to him is veryy...troubled? upset?..hmm idk. Second. Who created the bubble around them? And if there was a bubble that meant they had air yes? Who popped the bubble? Why? Is it XLH cuz the bubble pops when she loses breath. Third. Why did DFQC hover there for sooo long before giving the most exasperated look and diving to save her. He really let her drown a bit first😆. And lastly. Who gave DFQC the right to look so graceful underwater? Sir do you have a permit? For that elegance and grace.

12. Even when going in to save her, he has such a troubled look. Idk why but it feels like he is feeling something monumental in this moment and he does not like it. I think back to Esther's comment in an interview where she says the moment underwater is when things begin to shift for them/XLH. Also, I love the way he grabs her for the second kiss. 😍 There is something just so akfidbjxoebf *screams* I cant--

13. "I have a lot on my plate right now. How can I be disturbed by her all the time?" Oohhh so you DO have Moon Supreme business to attend to. You just like to dedicate a chunk of your time to waiting around for your wifey to come home and drink tea with you. I see how it is Sir. 👀

14. DFQC gaslighting HIMSELF into thinking its okay to be concerned about the wedding 😆😆 Sure Sir.

15. The INTENSE look he gives her before drinking the poisoned wine. He KNOWS. And still drinks it. *dead* (zeher bane haan tera peejavan me puri nou" >>> "If your love is poison I will drink it completely ") im dead.

16. Him telling her "you should hand me over instead", her telling him she has lived longer because of him, his little eyebrow furrow when she says "i'll miss you TOO" not just I'll miss you. The implication that I know already you will miss me. GOD. rip my heart out why dont you. Absolute babies. ❤

17. "I didn't plan to kill him, but he's courting death" ... 💀💀🤤🤤🤤🤤

18. Not at him having a whole ass conversation with "his woman" to make sure she is okay while literally getting bombarded by all the Immortals of Shuiyuntian. Bunch of pesky flies as far as he is concerned. Also. I got goosebumps when that vocal music started playing and he appeared like an actual Devil behind her. 🥲

#cang lan jue #love between fairy and devil #xiao lanhua #dongfang qingcang #cdrama #lbfad rewatch

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dia-souls · 1 year

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🥀 Subayui fanfic 🥀

Pairing: Subaru🗡️ and Yui🌸

Author: Admin Ava

Genre: Funny, Sweet themes, Happy ending

Chapter : 1

‘’Damn is it that time of year again!? I could’ve sworn that it would be canceled after what happened last time.’’ Ayato said as he laid his cheek on his head and rubbed it roughly as if he was trying to warm his face.

🥀 Gothic Soirée 🥀

"I hope you are all ready for Friday. Remember that this is of utmost importance." Reiji said as he pushed his glasses up and didn't look away from the novel he was reading. Yui and the brothers were already in the limo on their way to school, and Reiji's sudden announcement made everyone, except Yui and Subaru, groan in annoyance.

Laito looked over at his younger brother and couldn’t help but give his signature chuckle. “ Fufu~ I don’t see what the problem is Ayato-kun~ this is one of the school gatherings that I look forward to. Essentially since this year, Bitch-can gets to join too~ Ahh~ just thinking about it makes my fang tingle.’’ Laito said while wrapping his arms around the very confused and now uncomfortable Yui.

Suddenly, Kanato shoved the horny vampire away while sneering at him dangerously. “Ugh! Can’t you go one minute without touching my food? I never permitted you Laito! If you ever touch her again, I’ll..I’ll’’ Kanato sniffed before grabbing a teacup off of the small trays and chucking it directly at Laito's head, I” LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!” Laito dodge the cup with ease, but as it zoomed past him. It hit Reiji square in the face. Thanks to the force of Kanato's throw, the impact was so strong that it broke Reiji's glasses clean in half.

Silences. The whole car went quiet as everyone witness Reiji's glasses break. Blood trickling down his face. A drop staining his freshly cleaned and pressed uniform blazer. The second oldest brother didn’t make a sound. All he did, was put down his book, took off his blazer, and examine his glasses.

Despite Reiji's lack of emotion, everyone couldn’t tell which was scarier. The fact that he didn’t react, or the fact that his aura became darker with the lack of words coming out his mouth. Although everyone stayed rarely quiet as Reiji somehow put himself back together.

One of them, Ayato to exact, couldn’t help himself and bellow out with laughter. “ HAHA! Damn Kanato your aim is piss poor! You were supposed to hit Laito! Not Reiji! Well, at least he’s stopped nagging in his favorite thing. Oi Table cloth! How does that tea taste? I always thought it would look better on your head-‘’

‘’Ayato…Kanato … It would behoove you to keep your insufferable mouth shut. One more one and I’ll make sure you two regret your actions. Painfully.’’ Ayato's eyes widen as he gritted his fangs.’’ Oi! Why am I getting accused?! Kanato was the one who threw the cup at you! Yell at him, not me!”

Now it was Kanato's turn to look in bewilderment. “Why are you throwing me under the bus?! YOU'RE the one who’s laughing so if anyone should be getting punished it should be you! I should strangle you for speaking ill of me!Once we get out of this car I’M GOING TO-‘’ Kanato immediately ceased his speech as Reiji's maroon eyes glared deeply at the two of them. Like a parent giving their child the look when they have gotten in trouble.” I thought I told you two to shush yourselves. Unless you prefer I shut them for you, permanently…

The two of the triplets immediately ceased their arguing and were as quiet as the dead. Laito held in his chuckle while the others tried to look past this very, uncomfortable, situation. Shu, who opened up one of his eyes looked at Reiji before shutting it once again.’’ Now that those two have finally quit talking. Reiji is it necessary for us to go to this thing or are you taking orders from father again like a little lap dog.’’

Reiji who was already annoyed, grimaced at his older brother as he tried to use magic to repair his glasses. ‘’Yes. Father strictly advises all of us to participate. And no, you have no say in the matter. But by all means, I urge you to stay home and sleep around the house uselessly like you always do. It will be one less person who has to deal with father’s wrath.’’ The eldest and second eldest quietly scowl at one another. Until the youngest finally spoke up .

’’ Alright! Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on?! You keep saying that we're going to do something but you're not saying what the hell it is! Some of us would like to geez I don’t know, not be left in the fucking dark! Quit being ominous and speak up already!’’ Subaru barked at his brothers and then shoved his fist in his pockets.

As Reiji scoffed at his brother's rudeness, Yui who had somehow, gotten out of Laito's grasp, was also curious about what Reiji was talking about,’’ I would like to know too Reiji-San. The others seem like their opposed to what you have said.’’ Reiji turn his attention away from Subaru then quickly scowled at Yui's sudden rudeness as well. She nervously looked away.

“Well, it makes since why you two wouldn’t know. In any case, what I am referring to is the,’’Gothic Soirée”.’ Reiji went quiet for a second to make sure the two of them were paying attention. Then, he continued,’’ It is a ball of the sort. Since Ryoutei Academy main student body is made up of offspring from affluent and prosperous families. It is where student’s and their parents come to donate to the school and for students to mingle with scholars from other school district. It’s an event to help boost up the academy image and to get more students to attend. Our father has much more important matters to attend to in the demon realm so, we go to represent the Sakamaki Household. However I’m a little apprehensive about this year. Not only was last year a complete disaster but this year we have Yui with us and I already have a bad omen for what is to come.’’

Yui looked at Reiji with acknowledgment. She had a feeling she knew how things would turn out this year. After all, trouble likes to follow her around like a lost puppy. Or at least that’s what Reiji had told her once. ‘’So this is basically a school funding raiser I’m I right? If that’s the case then why don’t you just go to represent the old man if he wants to make a good impression or whatever. You would think he would’ve known how chaotic we all are when we’re put together by now. Especially those three dumbasses over there.’’ Subaru received hate glares from his older brothers who couldn’t speak at the moment since the fear Reiji had put in them was still fresh at the moment.

‘’Fufu~ It’s because he wants us to suffer. I thought you would have known that by now Subaru-Kun~ As long as we're distressed, that longed hair bastard is happy. But it's not all bad, after all since it is a gathering that means that many lovely ladies from all over Japan will be coming~ Then it will be a real party. Although, none of them are as lovely and naughty as my Bitch-Chan is~ Mm I can see it now. Bitch-Chan and I dance the night away as everyone looks in envy. Our bodies rubbing up seductively against each other~ Our hands going up and down our bodies over, and over, and over again. Then while everyone’s eyes are on us, I’ll push her hair back slightly while licking her neck as she moans in pleasure~ I’ll sink my teeth deeply into her soft, wet, pale neck as her moans become more erotic~ Hmmm, why should I just tell you when I can demonstrate it ~’’

Laito grabbed Yui by the waist and closely put his face in front of hers. Before he could sink his fangs into her supple neck, the car went under a dark tunnel. In the darkness a hard “SMACK” echoed throughout the car and when the light finally shined through. Yui was safely wrapped in Subaru's arms and Latio had a lavender bruise on the side of his left eye. The car stopped in front of the school building. Subaru hastily grabbed Yui, her bag, and then hurriedly remove themselves from the car before Latio had the time to react.

When they were far away from the others, Subaru set Yui down while he examine her face to her neck. “That fedora-wearing perv…who the hell does he think he is putting his hands on you after describing that disgusting fantasy of his! I should’ve decked him in both eyes when I had the chance! Anyway, are you hurt? He didn’t touch you anywhere? If he did, let me know so I can disinfect you.’’ As Subaru checked Yui was like an anxious mother hen.

She couldn’t help but chuckle at his abrasiveness. ‘’Yes, Subaru-kun I’m alright. Laito didn’t get a chance to touch me before you stepped in and saved me. I appreciate that so thank you very much!’’ The wide smile from the platinum blonde, made Subaru's cheeks flush with a red brighter than the tomatoes Yuma gave them last week.

He looked over to the side to avoid eye contact, the hair in his face making it harder to see how flustered was,’’ Tch. It’s not Like I enjoy helping you or anything. Just…next time don’t sit with them ok! From now on you are required to sit next to me at all times! Understand?’’ Instead of flinching at Suabru's sudden order like she would’ve in the past , Yui couldn’t help but giggle at his shyness.

She remembered how she’s technically older than him. She walked closer to him and placed her hand on top of his hand.’’Hehe. ok, I’ll make sure to sit next to Subaru-kun from now on. I promise.’’ She gave him a gentle head pat before picking up her bag and saying bye as she headed towards class. Subaru snapped out of his gaze and angrily yelled,’’ O-OI! DON’T PAT MY HEAD LIKE SOME PUPPY YOU HEAR ME!’’ Yui hit him with one last smile before continuing to her destination. Subaru stood there for a second, then slowly rubbed his head where she patted him.’’ Idiot…..a kiss would’ve been better…’’

“Awww! You and M-Neko-Chan are so cute together!’’ Subaru instantly turned around to the voice that was behind him.”Kou?! What the hell are you doing here?!’ Subaru growled while pointing his finger at his ‘’best friend’’. Forgetting that his cheeks were still flushed from earlier.

“Now that doesn’t matter now, does it? Anywho I saw you and M-Nero-Chan talking and a question popped into my head,’’ Kou chuckled before smirking at Subaru. ‘’Who are you going to invite to the dance on Friday~?’’

Chapter 1 Ended

To be continued…

#yui komori #komori yui #subaru sakamaki #sakamaki subaru #subaru x yui #yui x subaru #subayui #subayui fanfic #diabolik lovers #dialovers #diabolik lovers fanfic #diabolik lovers fanfiction #diabolik lovers fandom

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It had been a long time since he'd last seen Charles—thousands of years in fact—though he wasn't certain how long it had been for Charles. It was hard to track time in the TVA, and it had only become that much more complex ever since he'd started time slipping. The new loom was failing, no matter what he tried and universes; both old and new were being killed off as a result. It felt like he was doomed to fail no matter what he did, and it was his friends, the people he cared about most who were the ones paying the price.

He knew one way he could stop it from happening, He Who Remains had told him as much. If he killed Sylvie, the 'sacred timeline' would remain intact and stable...but it would mean that the branched timelines were doomed to be destroyed to prevent the multiverse from. It was a loose-loose situation. Loki didn't want to kill Sylvie, he cared for her, they were variants of the same person, but he also didn't want his friends to die and the TVA to be destroyed.

He didn't want to be alone.

He knew he had to make a choice. It was a choice he was reluctant to make because even if it would save his friends and the people he loved, he'd never get to see them again. Loki had already gone back in time to hear Mobius' thoughts on the situation, but there was one more person whose opinion Loki valued that he wanted to see.

Charles always had a unique insight into things. He was highly intelligent (probably rivaling Loki's own intellect), open minded, pragmatic and more importantly, he wasn't afraid of saying what he truly thought, even if it could be perceived as insulting. Loki didn't have that many people like that in his life. "So much has changed since we last saw one another." With a flick of his hand, he summoned his own cup of tea and raised it to his lips. "I imagine if you were to pry you'd be sitting there for days sorting through it all." A small joke, something to ease the tension he felt int he air.

"I know I am prone to....pessimistic thinking. I have faced much disappointment in life, so I come to expect it. Having hope? It can be dangerous." He'd watched his hopes be destroyed over and over in an endless loop for thousands of years whilst trying to get the loom fixed...and even before that, his path in life hadn't exactly been sunshine and roses. "Expect the worse and when it happens it can never surprise you." He took another sip of his tea. "I can't spiral. Too many people are relying on me, too much is at stake to permit such a thing." He let out a heavy sigh and put his tea down. "The people I care for...I am trying to save them but they—" He didn't know how to finish that sentence. He didn't know how to even begin explaining the catastrophe he was facing. "—How do you make an impossible choice?"

#hopeslastchxnce

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seisoukan · 1 year

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Scarlet Halloween - Prologue

Translated by: @seisoukan

With thanks to my proofers: Vulpes

Season: Autumn

Time: Mid-October

Location: RhythLink Office

KEITO: … I see. I’ve been educated.

To put it simply, what you’re trying to express to me is that it is precisely because we live in a society where information is in abundance, that the cornerstones of tradition have even more importance, is that correct, senpai?

Indeed, we should value the fundamentals of our culture, the basics and it’s etiquette; These sensibilities that are not limited by era— We, who live in the present, should never throw such things away

“Decisiveness- The ability to decide on exactly what to sever ties with, in order to truly move forward.” I understand what you are trying to say, senpai. I will surely keep that inscribed in mind for the rest of my life.

Thank you for imparting your valuable experience. Then, since you’re not leaving the building, I won’t send you off. See you around—

(Fuu. They finally left.)

(Really, the senior idols of RhythLink are tough to deal with. Although I am thankful that the others are willing to place their expectations on us, their so-called ‘philosophies of life’ are entirely out of date.)

(Contrary to myself, Sakuma and Hakaze are able to behave politely and courteously to those middle-aged idols that flaunt their seniority. It looks like I’m still far from being skilled at that.)

(I don’t see the need to ‘brownnose’, but I also don’t want my words and actions to cause AKATSUKI to suffer any kind of loss.)

Speaking of, ‘decisiveness’, huh…

SOUMA: Hasumi-dono!

Thank you for your hard work meeting with the various senpais of ‘Rizurin’. Allow me to make you a cup of tea ♪

KEITO: Oh, so you’re here, Kanzaki.

SOUMA: That is correct; I arrived a little while earlier. As I saw Hasumi-dono conversing with one of our seniors, I decided to wait quietly by the side.

KEITO: There’s no purpose in watching me getting lectured by a senior. If you encounter a similar situation in the future, you can just come out without minding.

SOUMA: I am not as skilled at socialization in comparison to Hasumi-dono, especially towards those whom I owe no allegiance to. I am unable to show cordiality in that situation.

If I insert myself into Hasumi-dono’s conversation, I will surely be unable to resist talking too much, and thus cause inconvenience for Hasumi-dono.

It is not my wish to interfere, so I shall instead watch silently from the sidelines.

KEITO: Is that so? Suppose our conversation made you wait over ten minutes; I’d feel apologetic if you had to wait that long.

That being said, although that senior was born in a different era and possesses different common sensibilities compared to us, they are still a person. Thus, I believe even if Kanzaki approaches us at the agency, that person will not immediately become displeased.

Besides, I just had the fortune of being granted some precious but trivial lectures.

SOUMA: Haha. Hasumi-dono being lectured by somebody else—

KEITO: What is it? Do you think it’s rare for me to accept a lecture?

SOUMA: Aye. During your time at Yumenosaki Academy, Hasumi-dono was always the one doing the lecturing, so to see Hasumi-dono in the position of the ‘junior’ is interesting to me.

That said… What was the context of that lecture, exactly?

KEITO: It wasn’t anything too important. Only, that senior asked me if AKATSUKI wanted to take part in the Halloween event.

SOUMA: 'Harouin'...?

KEITO: That’s right. Halloween’s just around the corner, isn’t it.

It seems ES will also carry out Halloween-themed events. I would have liked to participate, but…

The seniors of RhythLink seem to be against AKATSUKI taking part in Halloween events.

SOUMA: That is to say, AKATSUKI is not permitted to take part in events that the other ‘yunitto’ are encouraged to participate in?

This makes no sense at all. There is nothing unreasonable about us taking part in 'Harouin'.

KEITO: That’s right. No matter the opinion of the higher-ups, we will only do what we decide to do. There is absolutely nothing strange about AKATSUKI choosing to participate in Western holiday events.

However, there are parts that require careful consideration.

According to that senior, there’s another reason the higher-ups don’t want AKATSUKI participating in the Halloween event.

Soon after, RhythLink will host a live show that gathers all their big-name artists— ‘Rhythm Festival’. The higher-ups are considering AKATSUKI for the newcomer representatives responsible for the opening act.

So that senior wanted to inquire of our willingness to participate, and also asked if we were looking to take part in the ES Halloween event being held on the same day.

SOUMA: I see. However, why seek out only AKATSUKI…?

Disregarding the other newcomers under their banner and only extending an invitation to us; I believe this approach is extremely rare.

KEITO: This is all thanks to the Imperial Match we had participated in prior. It seems as though because we re-enacted Vampire Shogun, we drew the attention of RhythLink’s higher-ups.

“You’re so young, but you’re surprisingly willing to act in such an old production”— that’s the evaluation the higher-ups gave. Although, this type of evaluation originates from a place of personal nostalgia—

To me, it was also a profound piece of media, so to receive such an evaluation made me very happy. In terms of the future strategic development of AKATSUKI, being fancied by a veteran agency’s higher-ups isn’t a bad thing.

Furthermore, early before Halloween events took root in our country, this series of lives began to be held. Thus, the clientele is of an older demographic.

Through this show, our performance will be seen by more than just the fans that know of us already.

In addition to that, I am confident that AKATSUKI will be a unit beloved by older generations. So for us, taking part in this event carries a lot of benefits.

SOUMA: Mm… in other words, while other ‘yunitto’ are participating in the 'Harouin' event, we are to take part in an event of a traditional nature, thus using the strengths of AKATSUKI to their full extent, correct?

KEITO: Exactly. Although I haven’t decided whether to take the job yet, this shouldn’t be a bad thing for us.

However, we cannot decide while Kiryu is still in the dark. We’ll discuss it once more once all three of us are here.

SOUMA: Understood. Then, before reaching a conclusion, I shall go prepare for Yumenosaki’s Academy’s 'Harouin Paati' in the meanwhile.

At around this time last year, Hasumi-dono would command the preparation work with ease; but this year already seems to be busier than ever.

KEITO: Does that mean you’ve taken over my work? I’ve given you a lot of trouble, Kanzaki.

SOUMA: Nay, the one who took over Hasumi-dono’s job is the student council— I am merely a ‘helper’.

However, support from behind the scenes is an equally important job. I shall become like the Hasumi-dono of last year, and support the regular events hosted by Yumenosaki Academy with all my might.

Behind any colorful and lively event, there must be a person who acts as the silent supporter. I have already understood this reasoning by observing Hasumi-dono from behind along the way… ♪

Scarlet Halloween - Masterlist

#keito hasumi #souma kanzaki #enstars #ensemble stars #/#mine: translations

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om-nom-berries · 2 years

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When Courage Dies was fantastic! I’ve never seen a Zelgan story that showed such a depth in Ganondorf. It was exactly how I imagine he would act and feel in this situation. It seems like most people believe he’s simply a pure evil incarnation but I like to believe that he also is a human man and feels attraction and emotions like this, though they anger him because he doesn’t understand them fully and they may make him feel like it’s a weakness. It was beautiful and I’d be the first one to slap my money down if you ever decided to make a part two someday :)

Thank you! I do love complex villains. :) I took a lot of inspiration with what the Twilight Princess manga has been able to achieve with Ganondorf in the one scene with Zelda. Here he is, essentially facing down the woman who had him executed, and maybe he's being sarcastic but he says he's had this heartfelt wish to speak with her "at leisure" and he's sipping tea with her instead of, you know, just strangling her or something. And the only time he gets angry is when she mentions Link defeating him (again) and after that he's still trying to tempt her to his side. I mean, in the end she still becomes more like a puppet than anything else but he also ran out of time. But from a storyteller point of view it gives him layers for the viewer to consider. Is his offer sincere? Is it just psychological warfare? Or is it a little bit of both and he's not quite sure where things will land and just wants to get Zelda's reaction? I mean, dude was sipping out of a comically dainty, small cup. At some point he's doing this because he really wants to lol.

Anyway, all that to say that I've had a really positive reaction and I'm so grateful people are reaching out to me about the comic. I will try to write the script for the follow up comic some time this summer or in the fall (time permitting as I have other projects to get done first). But this has been a lot of fun! Oh I should mention: I also have a Hyrule Warriors comic with some zelgan planned in it, so yeah. Heheheheeheh. Need to write that script also. That's for next year.

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0721am · 2 years

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প্রিয়তম 💜

Writing letters like this for the fifth anniversary of our celebration brings me immense joy. I'm just thankful for this universe for everything. @thelilacdews

And, Woah, what a journey was the year twenty-three. We've crossed it successfully. I'm proud of us. Girl, we did it! Oddly, the previous year reminded me of ON.

Can't hold me down cuz you know I'm a fighter Carried myself into this beautiful prison Find me and I'm gonna live with ya

We lived.

Earnestly from the bottom of my heart, I have to say this - You're badass. Hence, I am determined to decorate this post with your favourite colour, memories, people, and things.

Happy Birthday, my moon!

Here is a picture of Nayeong with a lovely purple ombre with pink and cyan tint cake. She's too cute.

Barish, you're a badass woman. Since the beginning of the Pandemic, you've navigated through the ups and downs by adapting to situations quickly. This is hard, but you did it as if it is your second nature. Not only that, you managed your emotions while being in a turbulent household. Everything you did is DIFFICULT. You're extraordinarily robust. But I know the impact of all these moments on your emotional well-being. I don't wish you to experience any of these hereafters. Tough time strips away the innocent joy and hope from one's heart. My first wish for your birthday is that this painful journey ceases to exist. Enough. You've been strong. It's time for you to take a rest and breathe.

Inhale, Inhale, Exhale, Exhale.

I warmly welcome you to the new journey. Please get inside the pastel purple car, which is an embodiment of twenty-four.

The Lilac car is cute, right? The minute I saw the picture, I knew this will bring a smile to your face!

And here are some flowers for you, Priyatama!

(Ever since I discovered the word Priyatama, I've had a strong urge to call you like this. When I tried to pronounce it, a flood of emotions followed along with the word. This single word encapsulates all the love I've for you. I swear this is a magical word.)

I hope you liked your flowers.

My second wish for your birthday is that the serene field in your heart may bloom in its way. Whatever the thorns that are harming you, I wish all of them to vanish. May new souls visit your heart and cherish the field of your heart.

Barish, you're a permanent resident of my field!

My third wish for your birthday is that may you get all the make-up products and jewellery to doll yourself to your heart's content. Baby, you deserve the best. You deserve the entire universe of make-up and jewellery. I gush at your cuteness whenever you post about your outfit and make-up. You're such a cu-tea!

Ah, this includes your ardent affection towards footwear.

Are you comfy in your Lilac car?

Now, moving on to the next wish. If our life permits, I wish to explore the world with you - from Paris to local markets. I'd like to sip coffee and eat croissants with you in a European country and also eat street-side Pav Bhaji and a cup of Chai. We already experience many cultures and stories together through words. Now, I wish to make those words into photographs.

I really, really hope we get to make such beautiful memories.

And my last wish is that may the Lilac car take you on a smooth journey. You're my haven in this life. Our friendship had many ups and downs. Yet, we're here together.

I think I've told you this before. You're the answer to my prayers. It's you who make me believe in the Almighty. I love you so much!

I'll be honest. There were moments when I've not been a good friend to you. Looking back, I feel I could've been a better friend or supported you in a better way. Our friendship experienced rocky moments in the previous year. I feel terrible. I want to hold your hands and apologize to you sincerely. I'm sorry. I promise I'll be a good friend. You're such a compassionate person. I really, really respect you from the bottom of my heart.

Barish, you're such a lovely person.

I hope the twenty-four treat you with kindness and compassion.

Once again, happy birthday, my love! I warmly welcome you to twenty-four.

With love, Tee

#yellowrosejour #moonbirthday #hbdbarish

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What did Gammon Loop Octopus see in the temple of Alicegrad? (for real this time) part 3 - Potential elements that can debunk the "Gammon sees Alice's corpse theory"

Eve Zvezda has a glimpse of the queen’s appearance during the queen’s test.

However—eventually, Eve was able to catch sight of a human silhouette deeper in the room.

“Is that…you, your majesty?” She asked the silhouette, but again it didn’t respond.

Creeping along the glass wall, she moved to get closer to it.

But Eve was starting to suffocate.

It was as though the further into the room she got, the thinner the air became.

“…Hah…Hah…”

The queen was wearing a pure white dress, and she sat in a chair with wheels on it.

Her awareness hazy, Eve finally arrived at the presence of the queen.

But that was as far as she got.

She collapsed on the spot before she could see the queen’s face, and then lost consciousness– ("crime", chapter 2, scene 10).

It’s difficult to understand what exactly happens to Eve Zvezda in this scene:

Nevertheless, I will try to make some sense of this scene (I’m not promising anything, though). For now, let’s make it easy and take just one step at a time.

Here we can immediately make two main simple hypothesizes:

Eve Moonlit sees the queen in a wheelchair alive or dead.

Eve Moonlit doesn’t see the queen.

Fair enough, right?

If during the “queen test”, she sees the queen alive, then we’re back to the drawing board, asking ourselves why Miroku has been brainwashed for 15 years or more to pretend to be the queen, and most importantly, what is the latter doing while all of that happens.

Like…sipping tea and eating popcorn? I pretty much doubt she would be happy with this state of things.

Or just sitting there in the temple while a brainwashed head senator is depriving her of her role? I get that Alice has a doll-like personality, but I don’t think she would simply do anything at all. Sometimes, she does something to defend herself and what she cares about.

For example, when she ran away to defend her children from Miroku (who wanted them dead).

He had been young, and he had feared having his position jeopardized more than anything. It was the role of the head of the senate to receive these oracles from the queen, and to convey them to the public. For that reason, Miroku alone was the only one permitted direct contact with her.

If the queen was pregnant, then when it came to who would be suspected…The answer was obvious.

Miroku had tried to force the queen to have an abortion before the matter could become public.

But before he could, she’d escaped…and when she’d been captured again, she’d already given birth to twins. ("crime", chapter 1, scene 1).

An alternative would be that Eve Moonlit saw the queen in a sorry state.

Either dead (Eve’s account doesn’t really debunk the theory of “Alice is in the castle dead” because of the fact there is no information about the state of the queen upon Eve Moonlit’s visit; she could be a corpse in a wheelchair for all we know. Moreover, the fact the queen never answers to the candidate’s calling her could be fitting for this kind of situation*).

*Eve grew anxious as she slowly lost her sense of direction, but even so she somehow managed to search for the queen with all her focus.

“Your majesty, where are you–!?” She cried out suddenly, but there was no reply.

However—eventually, Eve was able to catch sight of a human silhouette deeper in the room.

“Is that…you, your majesty?” She asked the silhouette, but again it didn’t respond. ("crime", chapter 2, scene 10).

Or maybe she is sitting in a wheelchair in a catatonic state, unable to do anything or grasp the situation around her? That could be another interpretation that could make sense, but it becomes problematic as we go on. I’ll show you later.

As you can see…the options are many and we don’t have much clue or evidence.

The route of “Eve Moonlit didn’t see the queen”, though, is as much as complicated to sort through as the other one, because that would raise the obvious question of “what did she see, instead?”

Well, the crime novel doesn’t give any clear indication about what could be going on, so we’re only left to speculate from only this (or other elements of the general lore from the series).

First off, there are some interesting aspects of the queen’s appearance: the fact she sits in a wheelchair is a reference to the “miniature garden girl” illustrations, and the fact that the queen is inside a “little garden” (miniature garden) also gives the same reference.

The temple was located in the heart of Alicegrad. Once Eve had passed through the enormous door in the “first wall”, where normally anyone outside of the senate head was forbidden to go, there was a small field of flowers.

“How pretty…” Eve whispered without thinking.

There was no ceiling to it, only a blue sky.

It was like a courtyard in the center of the castle.

And it appeared that all the flowers of various color were well tended to.

Since only the head of the senate was allowed through, perhaps he was the one to raise them?

That, or the queen herself—

While thinking on this, Eve walked through the field of flowers to the white building at its center.

Her honest impression was that it was much smaller than she expected. It was no bigger than one of the houses in the village of Nemu where she’d been raised. ("crime", chapter 2, scene 10).

These are clear references to the “doll director” (Alice’s “final form” in the “third period”) with the purpose of establishing a theme of circularity that fits in the context of the “court ending”.

And…this is quite interesting if we consider that the following scene is all about visions of the timeline of the “third period”, from the latest to the one coming first chronologically (in a sort of “karma-of-evil-will-not-end-ish way”), signaling time rewinding back (the theme of the “court ending” itself).

Because of that, a hypothesis can be that the figure Eve Moonlit sees is a vision of the “doll director”; but it doesn’t really work because the doll of the end doesn’t have a white dress, like the one of the “crime” novel.

Another take can be that Eve Moonlit, as she is intoxicated by the haze, she sees an illusion of her mother, as she remembered her when she was born.

Is that even possible? Maybe, yes.

Let’s take Hansel and Gretel’s example.

They spent very little time with their mother (Meta), as she was killed soon after by the same Eve Moonlit (see “moonlit bear”, either the song’s, short story’s, or the novel’s account).

Yet…even as they reincarnated (thus, with their memories presumably sealed*), they saw in Banica a trace of their true mother, according to “ma”’s theory (which I think it’s true for various reasons I won’t go into in this particular document).

“In my personal opinion, perhaps they saw in Banica a “trace of their mother”.” (“evil’s kingdom” album booklet).

*There is a certain rule in this world.

–“The souls of those who are reincarnated have all past memories sealed.”-- (“master of the heavenly yard”, chapter 12, section 2).

That must have happened because the twins held some unconscious memory of their mother, even if the latter died pretty soon after they were born.

It can also be the same for Eve Moonlit too, to retain memories of her mother, before she separated from her, and those memories could have popped up as she got intoxicated in that haze.

I don’t have many other ideas, besides all of this.

Let’s go for the second oddity, then.

2. After Gammon checks on the queen inside the leviantan temple, he later speaks to Seth about the queen as if she was still alive (not much after accusing him of murdering her in the first place).

*“…Either the queen was already dead, or you had her killed. [...].” (“crime”, chapter 4, scene 3).

“—Are they alright?” he asked Seth, who was standing next to him.

“Yes. They had trouble breathing on their own right after they were born…but they’ve recovered. Now they’re in the life support system just for caution’s sake.”

“I see…I’d like to take these twins to the castle as soon as possible. Make preparations.”

[...]

The legacy “sin” that lay under the temple of Leviabehemo. There would be a rite to transfer the soul of the dragon god that rested within it into the twins’ bodies. Carrying that out was another thing that had been in the prophecy.

“The problem is how to perform such a rite, I suppose—” Seth wondered aloud, but Gammon didn’t appear all that worried about it.

“As for the rite—the queen herself will take care of everything.”

“My…What is it, specifically?”

“The ‘swap technique’. It is a secret art that can move a soul to a different body…Right now in levianta, there is only one person who can perform it—queen Alice.” ("crime", chapter 5, scene 9).

If it’s true that what Gammon saw was the dead queen, why would he speak like this?

One may say��well, he can always be lying to Seth, since the “crime” novel is full of instances of the characters being disingenuous.

In that case…why would he do so, anyway? What does he plan to do with the twins in the castle if he knows that “the only person that can perform the swap technique” in the country (according to him) was dead? Does he plan to do something else besides make Levia and Behemo reincarnate with those bodies? And why would he do that, if he’s so anxious to “prevent the destruction of the world” (as it was stated in the novel in the prophecy of the false gods)?

“But that’s not so for Gammon. He has met with the queen personally—and most likely came into contact with the ‘truth’. Though I don’t know the specific contents of it. At any rate, he has privately become quite desperate to stop the world’s destruction. To the point where he is no longer concerned with keeping up appearances.” ("crime", chapter 5, scene 8).

Or maybe Gammon actually knows of another character that can perform that technique and wants to hide it from Seth? That sound a little bit stretched, honestly.

In appearance, those lines of the novel suggests for the queen to be alive and well (not in a catonic state, either), to the point of having the strength to perform the swap technique.

And that would make us go back to the usual question of what she's doing while Miroku is being brainwashed to be convinced that he's her.

Now, aside from that, why would Gammon (the chief of the peacekeeping forces), a man used to fight, sword, and corpses*, be bothered so much and scream for yet another corpse he would be accustomed to seeing?

* Despite being the eldest born son of the Loop Octopus family, as he was magically impotent he had been shunned by his father, and ultimately cast out of his inheritance.

Even so he tirelessly studied guns and swordsmanship, and managed to rise to the rank of chief of the peacekeeping forces. ("crime", chapter 3, scene 6).

The hypothesis of Gammon seeing a dead queen can hypothetically explain why he would be so scared about the destruction of the world: he could interpret that death as a punishment of the “gods”, and seeing that would urge him to press on the project even further because he would be scared to end up as she did.

But that sight only wouldn’t really explain his new big knowledge of the swap technique and the fact she and the other queens of the country could use it.

Along with this other pretty strange remark by Seth (the one in bold).

You’ve become quite knowledgeable, haven’t you?

As far as Seth knew, the old Gammon was a brusque man who specialized only in swords and guns.

Has he been studying more since taking on the position of senate head? …I hardly think it’d be just that.

This in itself—was almost like some other soul had been moved into his body, now wasn’t it? ("crime", chapter 5, scene 9).

Because of all of this, I’m getting more and more convinced that Gammon doesn’t see just a corpse inside the first wall (no matter horribly looking it may have been to presumably “scare him”).

I think that what scared Gammon went beyond just seeing the queen in itself: it’s something that is related to the nature of the space inside the temple (regardless of the state of the queen).

After all, that temple is home to very weird events, like Eve Zvezda getting those visions about the “court ending”*, or…wait a minute, do you remember another character who screams in the novel, as she goes out of that very temple Gammon checked in?

Zellana.

“I see. That’s understandable, after coming into contact with the ‘voice of the gods’ for the first time. …After you returned, Lady Eve, Zellana went to perform the test herself. A short while after she entered the ‘hall of glass’ in the temple—she gave a maddened scream and came racing out from the door to the ‘first wall’.”

“…”

“And then she lost consciousness on the spot. …She expired several minutes later. Unfortunately, women who don’t have what it takes cannot withstand the test…That is what that means.”

("crime", chapter 2, scene 12).

The head senator, Miroku, explains this away by stating it was “divine punishment”.

“Those who cannot surpass the test receive a ‘divine punishment’…All of the people at the royal capital who study our history know of this.” ("crime", chapter 2, scene 12).

Too bad I can’t really trust Miroku’s point of view as someone who is heavily drugged by Seth…and we also have a new installment that lays out a different reality.