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slaybestieslay946 · 2 months
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Everything About You - Luke Castellan
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Summary: You've been Luke Castellan's closest friend ever since he arrived at camp, but unbeknownst to you, he's been desperately crushing on you this whole time. And of course, the feelings are reciprocated. In hopes of getting over you, he agrees to give it a go with someone else. Will he realise how you feel before its too late?
Pairing: Luke Castellan x Ares!Reader
Warning: Swearing
Word Count: 4.9k
a/n: uh sorry for shitting on that demeter girl sm, there needed to be some conflict somewhere
also please forgive me for this fic being crazy self-indulgent and therefore not up to par with my usual writing, i needed to express the obsession i have w this man otherwise I'd go INSANE
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You thought you knew everything about Luke Castellan. 
After 5 years of being best friends, how could you not? You knew about the big things in his life, his damaged mother, the strained relationship with his father. You understood his anger towards the gods, the way it fuelled him to be better, work harder. 
You knew about the little things too. He liked green olives, not black ones. He always stuck his leg out from under the duvet when sleeping. He sucked at tightening his armour, always convincing you to do it for him.
You could recognise each and every one of his tells. He always cracked his knuckles before sparring. He scratched the back of his neck when he was nervous. 
But the one thing you didn’t know about him was the way he felt about you. You, who was normally so observant, was entirely oblivious to the gentle touches and soft looks he threw your way. And that, more than anything, was driving him crazy. 
“You gotta tell her how you feel man.” Chris said to him, noticing the way his gaze would constantly stray to the Ares table. Your table.
Luke scoffed, “Yeah, right. I’d rather die…” 
“Yeah, well it’s driving me nuts. All this pining. It’s-”
“Pathetic? Tell me about it.” He responded, not taking his eyes off you. 
“Well, yeah. It’s pathetic. At this point, either confess your undying love, or move on.”
Luke could safely say that neither of those options sounded particularly appealing. 
“There’s that new girl, y’know the one in Demeter?” Chris continued.
“What about her?”
“She’s pretty cute, don’t you think?” 
Luke tore his gaze away from you to look at the girl Chris was on about. She was pretty, sure, with pale blond hair and flushed cheeks. He recognised her as one of the girls that would always sit in the fields and entertain the kids with her flower magic. But still, she couldn’t hold a candle to you. 
“Yeah, she’s fine I guess.” Luke responded, noncommittal.
“See, told you so! Look, how about I set you guys up-”
“No thanks.” 
“Ugh, you're no fun. Fine, just talk to the Demeter girl at the campfire tomorrow.” 
Luke opened his mouth again to refuse, but Chris cut him off. 
“And if you do, I’ll stop bugging you about it. Promise.” 
Luke looked at his pleading face, and knew that there would be no shutting him up until he agreed. 
“Fine. I’ll talk to her.” 
*
The next morning, Luke woke up earlier than normal, so he figured he might as well get some extra training in before capture the flag in the afternoon. 
He climbed out of bed as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb his many, sleeping, half-siblings, and grabbed his sword, stepping out of the cabin into the fresh morning air. He jogged down towards the amphitheatre, and was confused for a moment when he could hear movement inside the small arena. 
Then, as he walked closer to the entrance, he realised it was you, slashing dummies left right and centre. And, gods, the sight took his breath away. 
The early morning sun shone on your face, highlighting your sharp features. You moved like a dancer, and the sword in your hand was merely an extension of your body. Yes, they called him the best swordsman in the last 300 years, but his technique couldn’t compare to the grace of the favourite daughter of Ares. 
He watched you for a few more minutes, standing just in the entrance to the amphitheatre, until he realised it might be a little creepy to stand there and watch you, so he decided to make himself known. 
“What are you doing up so early?” He called out, striding forwards towards you. 
You quickly spun around, a shocked expression on your face that softened into a fond smile when you realised it was just Luke who had snuck up on you. 
“Oh, y’know, just preparing to beat your ass later on.”
“Aw, really? Hate to break it to you, but you don’t stand a chance.” 
“Wanna test that, soldier?” You smirked, gesturing to the sword in this hand.
Luke laughed, stabbing the sword into the sandy floor and cracking his knuckles, meanwhile you took up an offensive stance. 
And, as soon as he picked up his sword, you were on him, ruthlessly slashing through the air, and he barely had enough time to block the blow before you sliced through his face. He returned your strikes with equal vigour, moving with the precision and technique that he was so famous for. 
With the way the pair of you fought, anyone would think you hated one another, trading blow for violent blow, both of you refusing to hold back. 
Of course, it was the complete opposite, but that had never stopped the pair of you from sparring so aggressively. 
The session went on for close to half an hour, neither of you wanting to surrender to the other. Eventually you were bested, as Luke sent your sword flying from your hand, holding his own up to your throat. 
You held your hands up in defeat, rolling your eyes at him, before moving to sit down at the edge of the arena. 
“I’m still gonna win in capture the flag today.” You remarked, your voice strained from physical exercise, but jovial nonetheless. 
“As talented as you are,” He responded, sitting down next to you, “You're not gonna be able to beat Annie’s new strategy.” 
“And what might that be?” You said, shuffling closer to the boy. 
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased. 
You pretended to sulk at that, turning your body away from him in the process. Luke frowned, pulling your arm to turn you to face him again. 
“Don’t be sad. Even if I told you you still wouldn’t win.” 
“Whatever. Asshole.” You mumbled. 
“What did you call me?” He asked, accusatory, and you quickly made your escape, running out of the amphitheatre to avoid his wrath. 
But, of course, he managed to catch up with you easily, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you walked. 
Somehow, you both telepathically communicated a need for breakfast, and your feet naturally led you both to the pavilion. 
“I’ll see you later on, yeah?” You asked, detaching yourself from him to look him in the eyes. 
“Mhm. Can’t wait to kick your ass.”
You laughed, cocking your head at him, “Why are you thinking about my ass Castellan? Bit weird.” 
And then you were striding away towards Clarisse, leaving the Hermes cabin counsellor frozen, a faint blush covering his face. 
Maybe Chris was right. His addiction to you was getting slightly out of hand. 
*
“That boy is so obsessed with you.” Clarisse muttered, her voice derisive as you sat down opposite her. 
“Who? Luke?”
“Who else?” 
“Nah, no way.” You responded, chuckling as you grabbed a slice of toast from the centre of the table. 
Clarisse rolled her eyes. How oblivious could you be?
“Whatever. As long as your little romance doesn’t get in the way this afternoon.” 
“No chance. Besides, there is no romance. Gods, you’re just as bad as Silena!” You laughed, slightly sheepishly. 
“Rude. But still, she’s right about these things like 90% of the time.”
Silena had been trying to get you to admit that you liked Luke for months, but each time she brought it up you would staunchly deny it. Of course, you were lying through your teeth, but it’s not like you could just admit something like that. It would open up a whole can of worms that you didn’t need. 
“Yeah, well this is the 10% then.” You shrugged, taking another bite of your toast.
“You’re impossible.”
“Aw, don’t be like that. You know I’m your favourite sibling.” 
“You were my favourite. I don’t know anymore.” 
“Bitch.”  
*
When Ares and Hermes were on opposing teams, suddenly capture the flag became even more serious. 
Ares, of course, was the warrior cabin. Their father was the god of war, making them the most feared in combat. And, most of Camp half-blood was scared shitless of you and Clarisse.
Then there was Hermes, and their automatic alliance with Athena. That meant they had Luke, the camp's star swordsman, and Annabeth and her siblings, who always came up with the best strategies. 
It was safe to say that when they weren’t competing against each other, it was painfully boring. 
You only had about half an hour before the game started, so after you had secured your armour and recovered your sword from the amphitheatre, you decided to seek out Annabeth, both because you enjoyed her company, and because she may spill something about her new strategy. 
“Hey, Annabeth!” You called out, and the young girl spun around to give you a little smile. 
“Hey. What’s up?”
“Nothing. Just wanted to see how things are going over here, y’know, scope out the competition.”
“I’m not gonna tell you our strategy.” She deadpanned. 
“Damnit. Oh well. What’ve you been up to, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” 
It was true, you hadn’t spoken to Annabeth for a few days, nor had you even seen her.
“She’s been too busy stalking the new kid.” Luke’s voice interjected and he stepped out of seemingly nowhere to pat the girl's head. 
“Shut up! No I haven’t.” She sulked, pushing him off of her. 
“Wait, which new kid is this? Percy?” You asked. 
You’d seen Luke show the boy around camp. You’d been briefly introduced, but you hadn’t spoken to him all that much. The only other thing you knew about him was that Clarisse had a bit of an issue with him. Well, she had an issue with a lot of people, so that wasn’t exactly new. 
“Yep. Can you believe it? My little sister has a crush!” Luke exclaimed, holding a hand to his chest. 
Annabeth then gave him a small shove, before something clearly occurred to her, and she gave him that look that meant she had something on him. And whatever the blackmail was, it worked as he immediately held his hands up in surrender. 
“Sorry, sorry! You could never like a boy, I know that!”
Annabeth didn’t respond, simply glaring at him whilst you laughed. Sometimes, she really was intimidating. Despite being only 12 years old, she had a stare harsher than medusa. 
“Anyway. You need to get going, otherwise you're definitely gonna lose.” Luke said, pushing you away by your breastplate. 
“Fine.” You said, and were about to walk away when you noticed his own armour, as usual, wasn't done up properly. 
You walked back towards him, sighing, and grabbed the straps on either side of his body, pulling them taut, doing the same for the guards on his forearms. 
“You seriously need to learn how to do these yourself, soldier. One day, I might not be here to do them for you.”
“That’s not true. You’ll always be with me.” He whispered, more hopeful than certain about his statement.
You just rolled your eyes, grabbing his helmet out of his hands to push it on his head. 
“There. Can’t have someone hurting your pretty face, can we?”
“Uh-”
“Bye, have fun losing!” You laughed, and then you were walking away, once again leaving a malfunctioning Luke in your wake. 
“And you say I have a crush.” Annabeth snorted. 
“Shut up.” 
*
Pretty much as soon as you made it back to your team, the conch sounded, and Clarisse shouted at you to ‘get your ass over here’. 
She then quickly outlined her plan to you as you both made your way deeper into the woods, the rest of your team splitting off at different points as you went. 
You two, as well as a few others, were to be on the offensive, searching for the flag, meanwhile the rest of your team were either guarding the flag, or serving as distractions. It was a pretty typical strategy, but it had every chance of working, as long as you two were able to work out roughly where the other team's flag was. 
“Well, I’m pretty sure it won’t be at Zeus’ fist this time, that’s where Annabeth put it last time, and apparently she has a new strategy.” 
“She could be lying to you?”
“Yeah, I guess. But it’s a place to start.” Clarisse reluctantly agreed, and the two of you moved further into the woods. 
Along the way you came across a few of the blue team on border patrol, and the pair of you quickly disarmed them, you with your sword, and Clarisse with her electric staff. 
You made your way down to the south edge of the woods, and it appeared that the number of blue troops were decreasing. Normally you would take that as meaning the flag wasn’t this way, but knowing Annabeth that could be some kind of purposeful bluff, so you kept going, until eventually you reached a dead end and had to choose a different direction. 
“Ugh, the others better be closer than us I swear. I’m not losing again.” Your sibling said, batting aside a tree branch with her crackling staff. 
“Yeah. I’m sick of having to listen to Castellan gloat.” You sighed, although the noise was more fond than anything else. 
Clarisse rolled her eyes at your inability to keep him out of a conversation. 
Then, there was a sudden noise of people crashing through the trees. You both raised your weapons, ready to defend yourselves, when you realised that they wore red helmets and were in fact, your siblings. 
“Oi, Clarisse, we heard some of them talking that they’ve got the flag down at the creek! And that brat Jackson’s guarding it!”
You noticed the way Clarisse’s eyes filled with anger (and a little bloodlust). 
“You keep going,” She said, “I’ll check it out with them.” She then patted you on the back and spun around, sprinting off into the woods. 
“DUMBASS! IT’S PROBABLY A TRAP!” You yelled, cupping your free hand to your mouth, but either she didn’t hear you, or she didn’t care, because she gave no response. 
You sighed, unable to believe how gullible your sister could be sometimes. But, you had nothing better to do than keep searching for the flag, so you kept walking, slashing through the undergrowth with your sword as you went.  
Eventually you felt like you had covered the entire forest, and at a certain point you weren’t entirely sure if you were still in enemy territory or not. 
That was until Luke Castellan burst into the clearing holding your flag. 
“Fancy seeing you here.” He smirked. 
“Asshole.” You snapped, immediately leaping at him, sword in hand, just as you had during sparring that morning. God he loved your temper. 
You then began to battle one another with even more zeal than earlier, your slashes quicker and your blows harder as you moved. It was strange the way you two sparred, it was like as soon as you were in combat you forgot that he was your closest friend and that you would die for him in a heartbeat. Instead all you could think about was winning. 
He was so annoyingly graceful as he moved, each swish of his sword perfectly calculated to hit at a certain spot, each block and parry almost perfectly executed. 
Of course, your anger at his flawless technique was only further intensified when you realised that one: he didn’t have a shield, and two: he was holding his sword in his non-dominant hand, with the flag in his dominant one. 
You ground your teeth at that. How could you expect to ever beat him if he held his own so easily? Whenever you watched Luke Castellan fight, you couldn’t help but wonder how he was a son of Hermes, and not a son of Athena or Ares.
And, as always, he defeated you eventually. 
He threw a blow at you that you couldn’t quite block, and the force of it sent you toppling backwards, and landing on your ass. He quickly lunged down too, pinning you to the floor and holding his sword to your throat, so close that it almost broke skin. 
“Do you surrender?” He asked, grinning smugly down at you, and you couldn’t help but notice just how close his face was to yours. 
“Never.” You spat, furrowing your eyebrows at him. 
He sighed fondly, before moving upwards to press a quick kiss to your forehead and saying, “You’re so cute, y’know that?” 
Now it was your turn to be left malfunctioning, your face bright red with astonishment as he leapt off of you, and ran away into the forest, leaving you behind, on the floor, and completely and utterly frozen. 
And then you came back to your senses, pushing yourself off the floor and chasing after him. 
“LUKE CASTELLAN, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” You screamed, sprinting through the woods as fast as you could, but you knew there was nothing you could do to catch up, and you could faintly hear him laughing as those stupid long legs carried him over into friendly territory. 
*
It appeared that a lot had happened during that game of capture the flag. 
Luke had gotten your flag, and was about to go over and taunt Clarisse about it, but he immediately saw that she was even angrier than usual, and seemed genuinely upset. 
He quickly went over to ask Annabeth what was going on, watching as you ran over to console her. 
“Percy broke her staff.” She said, pointing to the shattered piece of wood in Clarisse’s right hand. 
Luke winced. He knew how precious the girl was about that staff; it was the only token she had from her father. He was surprised Percy was even still breathing right now. 
“Wait, where is Percy?” Luke asked.
“With Chiron. He got claimed.”
“What? By who-?”
“Posiedon.”
The boy’s jaw dropped. 
“You’re joking. No fucking way.”
“Tell me about it. He could be the one, Luke.” The younger girl said, her voice quiet and hopeful. 
“Hm. He could be. Don’t get your hopes up too high though, yeah?” 
Annabeth sighed, but nodded nonetheless. 
Luke then gave her a quick pat on the shoulder, before beginning to walk away, intending to get a shower in before dinner, but Annabeth quickly stopped him in his tracks. 
“Where are you going? It’s dinner, silly!” 
“What, no it’s not-” 
“Yes, it is. Campfire tonight, remember? Early dinner? C’mon, you’ve only been here for what, five years?” 
Luke groaned, and suddenly all the adrenaline from Percy being claimed, and from winning capture the flag melted away, as he remembered the deal he had made with Chris the night before. 
He traipsed behind the daughter of Athena on the way to the dining pavilion, suddenly dreading the rest of the evening. 
As the pair entered the building, a cheer went up from the Hermes and Athena table, a few of their respective siblings rushing over to give them pats on the back and congratulations for their efforts. 
Luke laughed along with them, eventually being dragged away from his sister to his own table. 
Then dinner began, and it was as loud and raucous as usual, maybe even more so coming off the back of a capture the flag victory. But Luke was unusually quiet, pushing his food around his plate and taking the odd sullen bite. He could feel Chris’ eyes on him, probably pissed off he was sulking again, but he didn’t really care. 
He could also feel another gaze on him, and he looked up, expecting it to be you, giving him a feeble glare or mouthing some stupid insult. But instead it was the girl from the Demeter table, twisting a lock of hair around her finger and smiling sweetly at him. 
The boy felt slightly disappointed, but masked it with a grin of his own, winking at the girl before returning to his food. 
He felt that strange sinking feeling in his stomach as he continued to eat, but decided to push it away. What choice did he have? It’s not like you’d ever reciprocate his feelings, so maybe Chris was right and he should give someone else a chance. Besides, how bad could it be?
*
As it turned out, it could be really bad. 
Ok, maybe that was an overstatement. Really boring was probably more accurate. 
As soon as they got to the campfire, Chris disappeared, but not before practically shoving Luke down beside the girl from Demeter, who let out a high-pitched giggle as he fell into her slightly. 
And gods he wished he hadn’t agreed to his friends stupid plan. Because he then had to spend the rest of the evening being obnoxiously flirted with. And sure, she was nice, and quite pretty, but not in the way that mattered. 
She didn’t take his breath away like you did. He couldn’t imagine searching for her face in a crowd. The whole thing was just dull. 
And her laughter was grating. Really grating. There was no way she thought he was that funny, especially when he was giving mostly one word responses. 
They had nothing in common. She liked lounging about in fields, playing games and making flower crowns, whereas Luke couldn’t think of anything worse. He’d much rather spend an afternoon sparring, or at archery, or even swimming in the lake. 
All the things you liked to do. 
He tried to push the thought to the back of his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking about you, not whilst another girl was clamouring for his attention. It was cruel. But he couldn’t help himself. 
And eventually he gave in, switching off from the conversation and settling for observing you through the flames. 
Your hair was down right now, like it only ever was at dinners and in the early morning. You lounged back comfortably on the benches, smiling lazily and joking around with Clarisse and Silena. Your face was lit up by the flickering flames, complimenting you so well, like they just wanted to be near you, close to you. He couldn’t blame them. 
And then your eyes met his across the fire, and he thought his heart was about to combust with the way you smiled at him. He recognised that smile. It was the one you reserved just for him. 
At that moment he steeled his resolve to reject this Demeter girl, grab on to you and never let go. 
But as he was about to do just that, he felt a slender hand wrap around his bicep, and he turned to the blonde girl next to him. And without any warning, she reached up and kissed him, snaking her arms up and around his neck. 
He pulled away after a second, shock written all over his face. He quickly whipped around, looking to see if you saw that, praying that you hadn’t. 
But you had. And you seemed just as shocked as he was, except there was something else in your eyes. Hurt.
Why were you hurt?
*
As you walked away from the campfire, you couldn’t help but ask yourself the same question. Why were you so hurt?
You had known for years that your pathetic crush on Luke would never amount to anything. He was just way out of your league. Perfect in every way. 
He was so smart, and kind, and funny, and well-liked, and you just couldn’t compete with that. You were rough, and mean, and cruel, and angry. Why would he love someone like you? 
 Of course, you hadn’t seen the daughter of Demeter coming. But maybe you should’ve. She was everything Luke should want in a girl, gentle, sweet, feminine. Someone fit to be a girlfriend. 
And let's face it. You were much more skilled in matters of the sword than matters of the heart. 
You had always known this day would come. Eventually you’d have to let go of your best friend and come to terms with the fact that you weren’t the most important person in his life anymore (besides Annabeth). 
So why were you so devastated?
You reasoned that it had to be the shock. Yes, it was surprising, that’s why you were reacting like this, running away from the campfire like a child, foolishly hoping that he would come running after him, when of course he wouldn’t. He’d stay with his new girlfriend. 
“Hey!” 
You whipped around, shocked to see the very boy you were just pining after running up to you. 
“What?” You asked, snapping at him slightly, and immediately regretting it as he took on the look of a kicked puppy. 
“Why’d you run away from the campfire?” 
“Just needed some air.” 
“You sure? I mean you look kinda-”
“I’m fine! Just fine! Now you can go back to your little girlfriend and leave me alone!” You burst out, waving your hands around manically. 
He looked shocked by your sudden shouting, probably because you had only genuinely been angry with him about three times in your whole friendship. 
“Sorry. Just give me a minute, ok?” You said, your voice shuddering slightly. God it was pathetic, getting so worked up over a boy? You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. You then turned around and began to walk away, but didn’t get far before a hand grabbed yours pulling you back. 
“She’s not my girlfriend.” He said firmly.
“What?”
“She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t even really know her name.” 
He then apparently realised how that sounded, because he quickly amended his statement. 
“Not like that. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t like her like that. She just kinda grabbed me.” 
You stammered slightly, trying to regain composure. Right now you looked like a jealous loser, and while that is what you were, you didn’t want him to see you like that. 
“Ok cool. I don’t care, y’know. Kiss whoever you want, man, not my problem!” You laughed although it was painfully strained. 
“Again, not what I’m trying to say.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. Nervous. 
“So what are you-”
“I’m trying to say I’m in love with you!” He rushed out, holding you by the shoulders and staring directly into your eyes to try and get his point across. 
“What?” You whispered, once again not able to believe your ears.
“I said I’m in love with you,” He repeated, slower this time, his voice more even, “I’ve been in love with you for so long, you have no idea. I was only talking to that girl ‘cause I thought I’d never have a chance with you. But then I realised that I don’t want some other girl. I only want you.” 
You took in a sharp intake of breath, scanning his face for any sign of insincerity. 
“You’re being serious?” You asked.
“Deadly serious.” He responded immediately, smiling sheepishly. 
You paused for a minute, before whispering, “I love you too.”
Only then did he finally make his move, holding you gently by the face and bending down to kiss you. 
And it was like a piece of the puzzle finally clicked into place. It was painfully cliche, and it felt like you were in some dumb rom com, but kissing him really was like fireworks going off all over your body. 
He clearly felt the same way, holding you by the back of the head and pulling you in further, closer, like he didn’t want to be apart from him ever again. 
Eventually you both pulled away for air, and he looked at you with a smile of pure joy, until the shock of the whole situation hit him. 
“Wait, so you really mean it?”
“I mean, I did just let you kiss me, didn’t I?”
“Good point. Sorry, I’m just a little surprised.”
“Fair enough. I mean, I had no idea you felt the same way.” You laughed, all the previous tension ebbing from your body. 
“What, really?” He asked, seeming genuinely surprised. 
“Yes, really! How was I supposed to know? Besides, I didn’t think I was really your type.” 
At that his eyes practically bulged out of his head in shock, more so than any other time that night.
“Not my type? You’re entirely my type! Not like it matters anyway when you're the most perfect girl I’ve ever met in my life.” 
You frowned, “Now you're just lying to me, Luke.” 
“No I’m not. You're everything I’ve ever wanted. The only girl I’ve ever wanted.” He said firmly.
You looked at him, still slightly doubtful, but he was determined to fix that. 
So he kissed you again, and suddenly all your doubts were swept away in his strong embrace as he kissed you like it was the last thing he ever wanted to do. 
“Believe me now?”
“Yeah. And, I guess you’re pretty great too.” 
He looked at you teasingly, daring you to elaborate, and for once you decided to stroke his ego. 
“Fine. You're the most handsome, funny, charming man I’ve ever met in my life.” 
That clearly satisfied him, because a wide grin wriggled its way across his face that you couldn’t help but mirror, because you both knew you meant every word.
“So does this mean you’ll give me a chance?” 
“Yes. I’d give you a hundred chances.” 
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sissylittlefeather · 2 months
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How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 10
A/N: Thank you for your patience as I got wrapped up writing everything but this. I knew this chapter would be a tough one, so I kept putting it off. But I hope you all enjoy it. If you haven't been paying attention, this is the soulmate/time travel AU between Elvis and a fem!reader. It's still 2016/1966.
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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (m receiving) masturbation, use of sex toys, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, and angst.
Word count: ~3.5k
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"Yes."
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You've taken a short leave of absence from work because of everything you've been going through, so you get to spend the next few weeks just having fun with Elvis.
And that's exactly what you do. It drives him crazy that all his money is back in 1966 and he can't buy you a ring, but otherwise you're very happy together. Luckily, your job pays well, so you don't have to worry about that much. You offer to buy your own ring, but he refuses to let that happen. Instead, he gives you his watch to wear and insists he's going to get a job.
"I think I'd like to apply for the police academy." He says shyly over dinner one night.
"That sounds like a great idea! We need to find a way to get you a social security card, though. We can't use anything that says you were born in 1935."
"I didn't even think about that."
"It's okay. I have a former client that might be able to help us."
And sure enough, knowing criminals pays off. You manage to get a birth certificate that says he was born in '85 and use that to get him the rest of his credentials. Everything is going well when you go back to work. He gets a short-term job at Guitar Center just for something to do before he applies for the academy. Secretly, he loves it. He learns a lot from the kids he works with and before too long he's an expert in everything in the store. It's strange to admit it, but he's enjoying just being "John" and not having to be Elvis Presley.
One day, he looks in the mirror and almost has a heart attack. You come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.
"What is it, babe?"
"My hair. It's growing out. And turning light again." You can tell this bothers him. And that he refuses to acknowledge the grays that are mixed in.
"Well, get it cut. We do still have barber shops in 2016."
"I will. But the color..."
"I'll dye it." He looks at you curiously.
"You can do that?"
"Of course. I've done my own before. Black is easy." You shrug and he smiles.
Next thing you know, he's sitting on a chair in the bathroom with a towel around his neck and you're wearing gloves and squirting black hair dye onto his head. Keeping him still is damn near impossible and you wonder how he managed this in the '60s. When you reach the point where he's just waiting, you have to read to him to keep him from flipping hair dye all around the bathroom. He sits still when you produce a philosophy book that was written in the last fifteen years. When the timer goes off, he wants you to keep reading, but you'll have to come back to it later. You rinse his hair and put him in the shower and he makes you get in too. It doesn't take long for him to enter you from behind and fuck you silly in the shower. You ignore yet another portal and dry his hair with the blow dryer. He looks in the mirror to inspect your work.
"Not bad, honey. Thanks."
"You're welcome." You reach up and tussle his hair since it doesn't have anything in it yet. He grabs you and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you to your bedroom.
This is what it's like when you're together. Everything is foreplay and you live for the moments you spend with each other. Now, you have your fair share of little arguments, but it's never something that you can't overcome and talk your way through. In fact, you talk a lot, all the time, and that's what keeps you together. There are no secrets and everything is a conversation. This is out of character for both of you, but something about your relationship brings out the best in both of you and you thrive as a couple. Even the boring days are happy for you.
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"Babe, can you grab my phone charger? It's on my nightstand." You ask Elvis as he's coming back from the bathroom to the couch one afternoon.
"Sure, hon. What does it look like?" He calls from the bedroom. You stifle a laugh. Of course he wouldn't know. Sometimes you forget he's out of place here in 2016.
"It's like a long cord with a little box on the end that plugs into the wall." After a few minutes you start to think he's having trouble finding it, so you decide to help. You get up and walk into the bedroom. He's standing there in front of your nightstand with the top drawer open.
"You okay?" You ask tentatively.
"Yeah, I just. Honey, what are these?" He gestures to the things inside the drawer and you blush.
"Oh, um, those are... toys... but not for kids..." You walk up next to him and look at your collection of vibrators and dildos in the drawer.
"Toys?" He looks at you with an intrigued look on his face.
"Yeah. For... well, for sex." His eyes go wide and he looks back at the contents of the drawer. Then, he looks back at you with a look somewhere between sheepish and mischievous.
"How do they work?"
"Well..." You take them out and lay all four of them in a line on the bed. "This one is just a vibrator. It vibrates and you put it on the clit. This one is too, but it also goes inside." You continue down the line describing each toy and he nods along like a good little student. When you get to the rabbit, his eyes go even wider.
"What is that?"
"This is called a rabbit." You turn it on so he can see how it moves.
"Whoa."
"Yeah. The bunny ears go on your clit and vibrate and this part-" You point to the dildo part.
"I think I know where that part goes." He chuckles and you laugh a little too. You turn the rabbit off and put it back on the bed, waiting for him to say something.
"Why do you have so many?"
"Babe, I'm a woman in the 21st century. I have needs."
"Oh!" He laughs and blushes slightly.
"And honestly, this is a pretty modest collec-"
"Can we try one?" He interrupts you and you look up at him to find his eyes sparkling with curiosity and something else entirely.
"You want to try one?" He bites his bottom lip and looks at the toys and then back at you.
"Yeah. Can we?"
"We can do whatever you want, babe."
"Then actually I wanna try two." You suppress a smile. He's so excited and it's cute when he's like this.
"Which two?" He grabs the first vibrator and then hesitates.
"Fuck it. I'm curious." He grabs the rabbit and you put the other two back in the drawer. You lay down on the bed and he undresses you carefully. When you go to take his shirt off, though, he stops you.
"Oh no, honey, I just wanna play with you."
"Ohhhh." You lay back on the bed and he finishes taking the rest of your clothes off. Once he's got you completely naked, he runs his hand from the middle of your chest down to your center.
"Are you excited for this baby? You're already wet for me."
"I am." You answer breathily as he slides a finger inside you. He hands you the vibrator.
"Show me how you use this one." You click it on to the speed that you like and then place it gently on your sensitive bud. Immediately, you throw your head back and moan.
"Wow." He says quietly under his breath.
"Mmmm." You can't make words with the intensity of the pleasure that's rushing through you. He continues to push his one finger in and out of you as you move the vibrator around on your clit and he watches in awe. When you come, hard, he looks up at you, surprised.
"Already?!" You feel yourself pulse around his finger as the orgasm washes over you, bathing you in exquisite pleasure. When you come back down, you pull the vibrator away and look down at him.
"Yeah. It happens fast."
"Can you do it again?"
"I can do it over and over as much as I want, really."
"Okay, this is my favorite thing from 2016." He grabs the vibrator and looks at it. Then, he turns it on and puts it back on you. After 3 more orgasms, you have to beg him to stop because you're so sensitive.
"I need a break, baby." You put your hand in his hair and try to gently pull him up to lay next to you on the bed, but he resists.
"I haven't even tried this one yet." He holds up the rabbit and you whimper. "You can do it, honey, show me how this one works for you."
You take the rabbit and slowly push it inside you. Then, you arrange the ears to be just where they need to be on your clit. You whimper again and he pushes the button to turn it on.
"Oh FUCK." You say it loudly and slam your hand on the bed and he laughs. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!"
He laughs again and starts to slowly move the rabbit in and out of you, mimicking what he would do with his cock. You come again, harder than you ever have, and try to pull back away from him and off of the rabbit, but he follows you and keeps pushing it in and out of you. By this point your whole body is shaking and covered in sweat. You know what's coming and you have to stop him before it happens.
"No no no! FUCK." You scream and pull the rabbit out as you come again, but this time when you pull the dildo out, you also squirt everywhere. And because of his position between your legs, his whole chest gets soaked. This is what you were trying to avoid. "OH MY GOD."
This might be the most embarrassed you've ever been, so you try to back away from him and curl into a ball, but Elvis just busts out laughing. He does the biggest laugh he's done since you've been together and rolls over on his back unable to catch his breath.
"I'm sorry." You cover your face with your hands and wish you could just disappear.
"You told me to stop and I didn't! I got what I deserved!" He continues laughing his big-joy laugh and then sits up, pulling his shirt up and over his head. Thats when he notices you trying to sink into the pillows. "Aw, honey, come here. You don't need to be embarrassed. C'mere."
He crawls over to you and wraps you in his arms, pressing his bare skin against yours.
"You knew that was going to happen, didn't you?" You nod.
"Yeah, that's not the first time I've done it."
"You know, I've heard about it but I kinda always thought it was just an urban legend. I've never seen it myself until now. Looks like I was wrong!" He laughs again and you can't help but start to laugh with him. You relax in his arms and both of you lay there laughing together.
After a few minutes, he rolls into you and presses his erection into your thigh.
"Oh, no, you wore me out. You're gonna have to take care of that yourself." He whimpers and pouts, sticking out his bottom lip.
"Will ya just talk to me at least? And stay naked so I can look at ya."
"That I can do." He rolls onto his back and pulls his pants off so that he's naked too. He wraps his left hand around his cock and starts to stroke himself, gently moving his foreskin back and forth.
"Mmm. Talk to me baby." You roll over on your side and he looks down at your body as he pumps his dick.
"Imagine that I'm sucking your cock. I'm doing that thing you love where I pull the whole thing in my mouth and you hit the back of my throat."
"Mmm yes, baby, that's so good."
"And now I'm holding you back and licking a slow circle around the tip." When you say this, he rubs his thumb over the head of his cock and groans.
"What else, baby?"
"Now I'm gonna climb on top of you and fuck you with my tight little pussy."
"Goddamn, baby, you know I love your pussy." He closes his eyes and continues stroking his cock, picking up speed.
"I'm sliding up and down on top of you, taking you so deep, bouncing on you just like you like."
"Yes, fuck baby, mmmm."
"You like it when I lean against your chest and let you fuck me so hard from underneath?"
"God, yes, baby, I fuckin' love that. I'm gonna come." At the last second, you crawl between his legs and pull his cock into your mouth. "OH FUCK YES BABY!"
He comes hard into your throat and you suck it down, swallowing every last drop. You keep bouncing your mouth on him as he softens and he laughs and grabs your hair.
"Stop, baby, it's too sensitive!" You keep sucking him and he does a little scream. Finally, you pull off and look up at him.
"Oh, is it too much? You want me to stop?"
"Yes! Yes! Okay, you made your point!" He grabs you and pulls you into his arms and then rolls over, pinning you on the bed as you both laugh again. He starts peppering your face with kisses as you giggle.
"I love you, y/n." He stops and looks into your eyes, moving so that you're no longer pinned.
"I love you too, Elvis." He caresses the side of your face and then runs his thumb across your lips.
"I'm so glad I'm here."
"Me too." He pulls you to his chest and you lay there together, naked and wrapped in each other, both of you content to stay this way for the rest of your lives.
******
In May, Elvis has saved enough to buy you a perfectly respectable engagement ring. He assures you that you'd have at least 10 carats in 1966, but you love your 1/2 carat solitaire because you know how hard he worked for it.
By June, you're both tired of not being married, so you decide to load up and head to Vegas. At the airport, Elvis is totally perplexed by all the safety procedures to get on the plane. You sigh deeply and explain 9/11 to him. He's almost in tears by the end of your explanation and he's quiet for the first hour of the flight. Eventually, he comes to terms with the reality of what happened and he kisses you on the cheek and takes your hand.
"I'm excited to be your husband." He smiles and rubs small circles on the back of your hand. It reminds you of the time you went to breakfast in 2007 and the whole history of your relationship hits you like a ton of bricks. You haven't been together consistently, but you've been a part of each others' lives for almost ten years. And now you'll be together until the end. You sniffle and a single tear slides down your cheek.
"Honey, what's wrong?" He kisses the back of your hand.
"Nothing. I'm just so happy. I love you so much."
"I love you too, hon." The plane starts its descent and your heart flip flops with excitement that you'll be married to Elvis soon.
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Your wedding is exactly what you'd expect from a Vegas chapel, but you're so in love that you don't care. All you see is each other.
That night, you get the honeymoon suite at a casino hotel and drink champagne and make love as many times as you can before you pass out in each other's arms. Overall, the whole experience will live forever in both of your memories as one of the best nights of your life.
The next day, you're laying on the couch in your suite enjoying room service and watching tv. You go to the bathroom and he flips the station to an entertainment news show. When you come back, he's absolutely enthralled and you look at the tv to see what it is.
It's Lisa Marie.
She's recently announced that she's getting a divorce, so she popped up in entertainment media again. You grab the remote and turn the tv off as fast as you can. Luckily, you catch it before they say too much.
"Who was that?"
"Who?"
"That woman. You know what I'm talking about. Her name is Presley. Who is she, y/n?"
"She's... she's your daughter." You know what her existence means for you. Your heart shatters into a thousand pieces and you wish more than anything that he hadn't seen her on tv.
"My daughter? How?"
"Elvis, you know how." He looks down at the floor and takes a deep breath. You slide onto the floor in front of him and put your hands on his knees. He looks into your eyes and you both start to cry.
"I have to leave."
"Please don't! God, Elvis, please don't leave me here without you." He closes his eyes and shakes his head.
"I have to. I'm her father. I have to be her father."
"No! Elvis, please!" You know you're begging now as the tears run down your cheeks.
"I have to go now."
"Now?! Why now?"
"If I don't go now, I won't go." You grab his hand and put it on your cheek.
"Then don't." He stands up and walks away from you.
"Damnit, y/n, please don't make this harder than it already is!" He picks up the tv remote and throws it against the wall as hard as he can. "Goddamnit!"
You sit on the carpet weeping and rocking back and forth. He looks at you on the floor, his tortured heart evident on his face. He walks over to you and scoops you into his arms, carrying you to the bed and holds you as you cry for an indeterminate amount of time.
When you finally calm down, he kisses your face down to your mouth. You pull away from him.
"You just want to make a portal."
He grabs your chin and makes you look into his eyes.
"Yes, I need a portal. But more than that, I want to make love to my wife. Because that's who you are. And I don't care who I marry that's that girl's mother. You are my wife and you always will be. In my heart, I am yours. Forever, honey. Forever." He kisses you again and you submit to him fully, letting him undress you as lovingly as possible. You hold him close to your body and kiss as much of his skin as you can reach. He pushes into you slowly and gently makes love to you with his head on your shoulder. By the end of it, you're both crying. He tries to push off his orgasm as long as possible, but eventually he has to give in. Both of your shoulders shake with sobs and you hold each other as close as you can for what you're pretty sure are your last moments together. The portal appears like it always does and he drags himself away from you to get dressed. Once he has all his clothes on, he grabs you and holds you so tightly it almost hurts. He whispers in your ear.
"Never forget that I belong to you, always. Know that for the rest of my life, I will love you and I will miss you." He presses his forehead to yours and kisses your lips one last time. "You are and always will be the love of my life. Goodbye, honey. I love you."
He walks away from you towards the portal, not letting go of your hand until the last possible second. He looks back at you one last time and then goes through the portal. You fall to the floor and sob out loud. When the portal disappears, you scream, "No!"
He's really gone. And now that he knows about Lisa, he's never coming back.
******
Three weeks later, you're back home. You sit in your bathroom and laugh hysterically. It's all you can do to keep from breaking down completely. You look down at it in your hand again.
It's positive.
You don't know how, but it is.
Somehow, you're pregnant with the child of Elvis Presley.
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Come back for Chapter 11 soon!
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alessiathepirate · 7 months
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Hannibal NBC
THE SIMPLICITY THEY SHOULD HAVE: Will Graham x fem!reader
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Summary: She liked watching Will do things he actually liked to do. Watching him sit on the floor working on those boat motors was the sight she wanted to see everyday.
Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.
So- I actually looked up an article about boat motors and about how to repair them, so I can describe it in a close-enough way, but in reality I've never seen a single boat motor in my life. So if it isn't desribed like it should be described - I'm sorry.
Warnings: references to Will's work, but surprisingly nothing more
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She liked watching Will do things he actually liked to do. The things that made him relaxed, but entertained in a good way.
It didn't only give Will a peace of mind, it also made her feel a certain kind of calmness and safety she's never felt when Will was out working on a case, trying to get into people's minds.
Watching him sit on the floor working on those boat motors as the muscles around his eyes and mouth tensed up from concentration was the sight she wanted to see everyday. When he isn't thinking about anything gruesome, when he isn't scared of nightmares or for her safety, when he is home doing what he likes with all his dogs around him being lazy - that was the sight she liked, those were the happiest moments she had about Will.
It felt domestic. It felt normal.
It felt like something they should have everyday.
The simplicity of it was the thing what made it so special - because otherwise nothing about their relationship was simple.
She was lying on her stomach in their shared bed, keeping herself up on her elbows. She was supposed to be reading, so she can finally finish the book she has started months ago but couldn't find the time to finish because of all the crazy, abnormal things that had been going on. This was the only normal evening they've had in months, the only truly relaxing one, yet the book isn't the real entertainment.
Will on the other hand certainly is.
"It's not very nice to stare."
His voice is truly entertaining too, especially when it's calm, relaxed and slightly teasing.
"I never said I'm a nice person." she said, not even trying to hide her smile.
"Really? I thought I'm dating a nice person." he didn't look up from his work, his hands were still moving the screwdriver he was holding, trying to get a stuck screw out.
"I can be nice." she started, feeling her heart flutter as she noticed how Will's curls were messier than usual - God, he looked cute. "Just not when I have such a handsome boyfriend to look at."
That made Will look up, finding her gaze and making eye contact, abandoning his work for a while. She almost giggled at how his cheeks turned into a slight pink shade at her compliment. She rarely saw Will blush, very rarely.
"Such a charmer."
"I try my best." she smirked. " 'Everything alright with the motor?"
"Yeah, the screw's stuck but it'll be fine." he looked down at the boat motor, then back at her. "So, you abandoned the book again."
"Yes." she answered shortly and then continued: "I found something much more entertaining."
"That's a very nice book." Will voice carried a teasing edge.
"Yeah, well I just decided to enjoy the moment." she lost the smirk and the teasing, and used a sincere smile and honesty instead. "We rarely have a calm evening these days. I'd rather spend it watch- admiring you and talking to you, than look at words my mind can't comprehend right now anyway."
Will lost the smirk too and the small, happy smile he sent her way was truly the cutest thing she's seen him do so far. It wasn't anything big, sure. It wasn't a surprise date, it wasn't a gift she wouldn't need anyway - it was something she really wanted to see: a honest smile. A smile what told her everything and a smile what didn't hold anything back. He was comfortable, well rested and happy - the only thing she wanted.
"Come here." he said those two words softly, there was nothing rude or demanding about it.
She got off the bed and walked toward him. When he patted the floor next to where he was sitting, she understood what he wanted. She sat down next to him and crossed her legs.
"Would you like to help me?"
It was rare that he asked for help - no matter the context.
He trusted her, he loved her - she was sure of that. For a second she was too scared to open her mouth and speak, not wanting to ruin the softness of the moment.
"Of course." she swallowed; she was unable to hold back a smile. "What are we doing?"
"We'll try to remove the propeller so we can replace it with a new one. Then we'll try to find out why the battery is dead and if the spark plug needs to be changed." he explained it slowly and patiently, taking a look at her face here and there, making sure she understands what he's saying. "Sounds good?"
"Yeah. How can I help?"
"If you could get this screw out so we can take the propeller off, that'd be awesome."
"I can try."
She took the screwdriver from him as he turned the boat motor towards her so she can get to work. The first time tried to remove it the screw didn't move at all. That's why the second time she tried it she used more force - and to her surprise the screw moved.
She looked up at Will for a second with a grin. "It looks like that's something only women can do."
"Right. Thanks." she could hear that he was smiling, his pride wasn't hurt like any other man's would be.
"What now?" she asked as she took off the propeller.
"Now we'll take a look at the spark plug..."
And Will started to explain everything. He told her how to take the spark plug out, he explained what the most common problems are that can kill the battery in seconds. He spoke and then let her do the work, praising her when she did something right and chuckling when she messed something up. He corrected her and then watched her work with a smile.
She had a feeling that he likes to explain it to her, he likes the thought that he can teach her something new what isn't criminal profiling or basic self defense stuff.
By the time the motor was taken apart her fingers felt numb and she felt herself getting tired. Will must've felt it too, because he took the wrench she had in her hand.
"Is that all?" she asked.
"No, but I think for today you've done enough."
"Enough good stuff?"
"You've done a wonderful job with this for a rookie." Will's smile was genuine - so was hers.
"Yeah, no surprise you're a teacher. You can explain how everything works really well." she rested her head on his shoulder and even if Will tensed up a little from the sudden affection, he didn't push her away - he pressed a soft, barely even a real kiss to the top of her head.
"I think you should go ahead and lie down. I'll join you in a second."
"No. I'll wait here with you."
And she waited.
She waited until he put the new propeller on. She watched as he checked on the oil. She watched as he started to clean up the mess - putting different tools into the toolbox and cleaning the floor with the rag he had close by.
At some point they changed their position. Maybe it was because of Will moving and turning while trying to not move to far away from her - she didn't know for sure. But she was hugging his shoulders from behind while she rested her chin in the crook of his neck and her legs were wrapped around his waist.
It was a comfortable position for her - and must have been a pretty uncomfortable one for Will.
But he didn't complain. Sometimes he brushed his hand along her shin or knee, or took one of her hands and held it. And it was Heaven.
She couldn't really believe in anything good in this world, not after she saw what the world is like and how bad it actually is. She saw it all through Will's work and night terrors - but one thing was for sure, in that moment she felt like they were both in Heaven. They were home, they were close, the dogs were lazily lying on the rug around them.
It felt safe.
It felt normal.
It felt nice.
"Sweetheart?" she was half asleep when Will finally spoke up, his voice wasn't more than a whisper.
"Yeah?"
"Let's go to bed, okay?"
"Sure." she answered, but stayed still for a moment. "Will?"
He hummed and she felt the noise go through his whole body.
"I like these evenings. The calm ones."
Will didn't say anything. He didn't have to. She knew he felt the same way. She knew it because he took her hand and pressed a kiss on it. She knew it because he carried her to bed. She knew it because that night he didn't wake up from a night terror.
She liked watching Will do things he actually liked to do. But she liked it more when he slept calmly.
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masterkamisato · 1 year
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my valentine
al haitham x gn!reader
summary: alhaitham's stoic and indifferent personality fades as soon as he's with you. he simply turns into an awkward, stiff mess. how will this valentine's confession go? (fluff to the max)(slightly ooc embarrassed al-haitham who sucks at conveying his feelings)
a/n: GOD IM SO SORRY I'VE BEEN MISSING FOR SO LONG after my national exams i just crumbled mentally and had 0 inspo to write BUT IM KINDA BACK??? and i did pretty well and got into a school i wanted to yay :) so i'd like everyone to have a lovely haitham oneshot as a gift after i've been gone so long
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al-haitham was never the romantic type before meeting you. he'd never given much thought to being romantic with anyone before, not finding much reason to since he had always stuck to himself until that fateful day where you found a warm spot for yourself in his heart. he couldn't exactly put what he was felt when he thought about you into words— he felt warmth and safety swirled with a dash of panic and embarrassment. you turn him from a unbothered, elegant man to an ungraceful, flushed mess.
having noticed valentine's day was quickly approaching al-haitham scrambled to make the day special for you. it was going to be a confession of his feelings for you. but him being as inexperienced in love that he is (his main knowledge of love being from any romance novels that he'd picked up and seeing couples on the streets of sumeru), he had to come up with a way to charm you.
kaveh would never thought he'd see al-haitham bring home a bouquette of flowers in his entire life. that was, until he saw al-haitham unlock the door with a bundle of sumeru roses in hand. kaveh squinted at him, who placed the flowers in the kitchen.
" what are these for? ''
" who, not what, kaveh. tomorrow is valentines day. '' al-haitham answered.
'' you... have a valentine? "
who is this man and who is this poor person that al-haitham is in love with. kaveh sighed. this simply won't do.
al-haitham was nervous, hands starting to get sweaty as he waited outside where you worked, flowers held behind his back. he planned to confess to you after you were done with your work for the day. it wouldn't have been too out of his character for him since he had been walking you home frequently. al-haitham thought it wouldn't bring too much attention to himself— that way, he wouldn't back out on telling you how he felt.
his eyes shifted across a sheet of paper in his other hand. on it was what him and kaveh spent the whole of the previous night working on. his 'love speech' to you, as kaveh called it. archons, kaveh better not fail me now. al-haitham sighed, counting down the minutes until you could leave work.
after a few minutes, which felt like hours to him he spotted you leave your workplace as you waved to your fellow colleagues. his heart pounded, he could hear his own heartbeat through his skill. you finally turned towards his direction and your eyes met. you smiled, speeding up your walking pace towards him.
as you got closer he saw you holding a number of items in your arms, cradling a few red coloured trinkets and some flowers. al-haitham felt a pang of doubt inside. so he wasn't the only one. what if... you already accepted someone else... what if.. no, he told himself he was going to at least try. otherwise kaveh would've mocked his cowardice and more importantly, he would have missed his chance.
'' hey haitham, thanks for waiting, shall we head home? ''
he nodded as you walked slightly ahead telling him about your crazy day at work. al-haitham scanned his confession letter again and again, your words unminded.
'' haitham...? haitham? al-haitham! " you called out to him, '' are you okay? you were spacing out... "
he looked down at you, blood suddenly rushing to his face. here goes nothing.
'' i- well i have something to tell you... uh- i.. fuck i-" how unbecoming of the grand scribe to be at a loss for words.
he turned away from you, hiding his awfully rosy cheeks. he held out his letter towards you, " can you.. please read this first. "
you took the letter from his hand.
to my dearest, having you in my life has brightened mydays, soften my burdens and made me smile so much more. when im not with you, i miss how warm you make me feel inside. you are like the sun during a cold winter day, filling my cold soul with much warmth and pleasure. i would not be complete without you-
" wait! on second thought, don't- " al-haitham grabbed the letter from your hands, his face an even brighter shade of red as his eyebrows furrowed in embarrassment. " archons... this is so embarrassing. i can't believe kaveh made me write that. ''
" but i really wanted to tell you how i feel. so, " al-haitham held out a bouquette of sumeru roses, " i really like you. will you be mine? my valentine? " he turned away, he simply couldn't bare to look you in the eyes right now.
post fic a/n you 100% said yes right. good. now he will let you read the rest of his cringey letter once you are alone and he doesn't have to think about how embarrassing it is. now hold his hand while you walk him home and tell him you love him so much
anyway ahhhh this was so out of character but its so cute i love it i hope u love it too if i cringe too hard rereading this one day i might private this LOL
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yaeggravate · 2 months
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Unraveling Princess Fischl
So I recently finished studying Princess Fischl in a lab and the results I got were kinda crazy.
As a disclaimer, I do this just for fun. I like connecting dots and solving puzzles. But I'd rather you draw your own conclusions. In this post I will try to dissect the mysteries surrounding the Prinzessin. And you really can't talk about Fischl without including Kaeya. I've even got a surprise guest star for you.
WARNING: this post is VERY long, click on that Read More at your own risk, otherwise you'll be stuck scrolling forever.
For simplicity's sake Princess Fischl will be referred to as Fischl while playable Fischl will be demoted to F.
PART 1: MIDSUMMMER NIGHT'S DREAM
Most of this will use the books Legend of the Shattered Halberd and Flowers for Princess Fischl as a source. These books are authored by someone named Mr. Nine. The books are published by Yae Publishing House. So keep in mind there's a non-zero percent chance Mr. Nine is actually just a certain Nine-Tailed Fox.
F's alternate outfit is called Immernachtstraum. This is a reference to Shakespeare's play Midsummer Night's Dream. In German the play is called Ein Sommernachtstraum. So you can see the similarities (Immernachtstraum means Eternal Night's Dream.)
Kaeya is in part based on the Indian changeling prince from the same play. The character Oberon, the Fairy King, is the french derivative of Alberich. The play itself is basically about people getting into Shenanigans so absurd it might as well be a dream. Oberon and his wife Titania are actually key players in quite a bit of different media… But as much as I want to delve into that, this isn't a Kaeya post.
Just remember for now that Titania is the Fairy Queen.
In the book Flowers for Princess Fischl, there is a mention of a Sommernachtgarten. It is described as a Domain possessed by someone highly skilled in the magical arts. Sommernachtgarten seems to have existed in Teyvat. The domain Midsummer Courtyard, which has the Thundering Fury set, tells us the Sommernachtgarten was buried underground.
The domain is located in Starfell Valley. It's nearby Starfell Lake and Starsnatch Cliff. Starfell Lake is said to have been formed by a fallen star.
Fischl is also equated to a star that fell down. Notably, in F's birthday letters, and in Legend of the Shattered Halberd.
Birthday Letter: Day of Destiny… On the day of a sacred star's descent from the depths of the night sky into this realm, I, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, have asked Oz to cross the ocean and bring, me exotic treasure.
LotSH Vol. 1 The story was that an iron meteorite had fallen from the sky five or six years ago, and convention dictated that as nature's treasure it belonged to the imperial family.
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Starsnatch Cliff is the only place where Cecilia flowers grow. These flowers have a triquetra shape, which is similar to Kaeya's passive talent Glacial Heart. Kaeya has been featured with these flowers in his birthday arts, and even invites the Traveler to go see the flowers with him.
Alice: With enough bombs placed in proper positions, even huge cliffs like Starsnatch would crumble into dust in a second. With flatter terrain, Mondstadt would surely look much nicer. But that unctuous Cavalry Captain rejected my proposal instantly. He even asked me to stay away from Starsnatch Cliff.
Furthermore, when Alice proposed to blow Starsnatch Cliff up, Kaeya denied her request and warned her to never go near there again… Starsnatch Cliff also overlooks the Nameless Island which is shrouded in mist and invisible on the map.
菲谢尔 = Fischer = Fischl
Fischl's name might be a reference to the Fisher King from Arthurian legends. One name of the Fisher King is Amfortas. In the game Anfortas is the name of the Knight Marshal of the Schwanenritter; he's thee Alberich who stepped up as Regent King when Irmin was indisposed.
Perhaps Fischl was the original "Fisher King" and the kings who came after her, like Irmin and Anfortas, fulfilled her role. …But this would imply Fischl was once the ruler of Khaenri'ah. That would be crazy, right? Right, guys?
PART 2: THE PRINCESS OF JUDGEMENT
When I was analyzing the 8-pointed star, I discovered these 8 points could actually correspond to the Guardians of the Eight Directions in Hinduism.
For some reason, ascension gem stones are named after Hindu gods (with the exception of Electro). This isn't the case in the original Chinese naming however.
Still, I tried to mix and match the gemstones to a direction.
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North: Kubera, The God of Fortune -> GEO
South: Yama, The God of Justice and Death -> ???
East: Indra, The Lord of Heaven and God of the Weather, Sky, Rain, and Storms -> ELECTRO
West: Varuna, God of the Seas, Oceans, and Rain -> HYDRO
Northeast: Ishana, God of Birth, Death, Resurrection, and Time -> DENDRO
Southeast: Agni, God of Fire -> PYRO
Northwest: Vayu, God of the Winds and Air -> ANEMO
Southwest: Nirṛta, God of Death, Sorrow, and Decay -> CRYO
Hydro (Varunada), Pyro (Agnidus) and Anemo (Vayuda) gems already have the same names as the Hindu gods so that was easy. The Electro gemstone Vajrada is named after a sword but it belongs to Indra, God of Weather, Rain and Storms.
That just left me with Cryo (Shivada), Geo (Prithiva) and Dendro (Nagadus). Ishana is the God of Birth, so I'll assign him Dendro. Kubera is the God of Fortune which is Geo because Mora.
Now Cryo is a bit puzzling, because it's named after Shiva, who in Java and Bali Hinduism is actually the direction in the center. Some crazy implications here for our buddy the Tsaritsa because Shiva is the God of Destruction within the Trimurti, a trinity of deities. The other two are Brahma, God of Creation and Vishnu, God of Preservation.
In Java Hinduism, Brahma and Vishnu would correspond to the directions Zenith (South) and Nadir (North). Whether this is hinting at something about the nature of the Tsaritsa is unclear. When you see Three Deities you think Moon Sisters, right? However, we can't rule out the possibility that Genshin decided to mix these deities up. Let's just spare ourselves the headache for now and forget about this. This is a Fischl analysis after all.
So instead, let's have a look at the Cryo gemstone's original name in Chinese. The stone is simply called Grieving Ice.
哀叙冰玉: Grieving Ice
Since Nirriti is the God of Sorrow, I decided to assign them Cryo. Now we are left with one deity, Yama: The God of Justice and Death. Well, it can't be Hydro, because we already assigned them to a God. So it has to be someone else.
Fischl's title is the Prinzessin der Verurteilung. Which translates into Princess of Judgement. According to Legend of the Shattered Halberd and F's voicelines, Fischl's role was to act as a judge.
More About Fischl: I To condemn the guilty, to sanctify the just, and to draw all castaway dreams into the embrace of the infinite Immernachtreich. This is the birthright of the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, and her burden. None may gainsay it.
What's interesting is that Fischl uses magical arrows to shoot down the "enemies of fate".
About Us: Shooting Down the World Beast Should this world, like a beast prowling in the night, covet your dreams, then I, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, shall fell it with my ensorcelled arrows of judgment!
Feelings About Ascension: Intro My magic arrow cries out my holy name as it streaks through the night, praying that the violet lightning of retribution shall strike the enemies of fate down from the skies!
On the 8-pointed star, there's an arrow pointing upwards. Kaeya, Clothar and Halfdan's stars on their outfits and even F herself have the arrow pointing downwards.
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The achievement you get when you find this door is called "Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here". Which is a reference to the entrance to Hell in Dante's Inferno.
The Immernachtreich is described as a place where all things will eventually flow into. Immernachtreich literally translates into Eternal Night Realm…
Flowers for Princess Fischl: Phantasmagoria Every good, bright and noble thing must eventually fall to inexorable entropic destruction, and the final destination of the universe is the realm-in-waiting of the Prinzessin, Immernachtreich. This is the fate of all worlds, of the universe, and all who live in it.
In the Immernachtreich Apokalypse, Leon calls Fischl the Soteria.
Soteria means salvation, preservation. It's used as an epithet for Persephone and Hecate. Persephone was forcibly made Queen of the Underworld, and Hecate is also known as the Goddess of the Underworld and Witchcraft…
Look, I don't want to claim Fischl was the secret 8th Archon or anything, because lest we forget Khaenri'ah was a godless nation who would've been Fischl's enemies. But why then would Khaenri'ah have this giant star referencing the 8 deities as their emblem in the first place? Seems a bit counterintuitive. I don't have the answers for now, and perhaps the 8th "archon" was simply Irmin. Or maybe it's not even representing a god but an element or a direction.
Regarding Oz, he is a not so subtle reference to Odin/Irmin but is also a reference to the Wizard of Oz. In the first book, it was revealed this wizard was literally just some guy pretending to be powerful. Eventually Oz starts working as an advisor for the true ruler of Oz, Princess Ozma, who is the inspiration behind Fischl. We'll get back to that later.
This Oz's full name is Oscar Zoroaster Phadrig Isaac Norman Henkle Emmannuel Ambroise Diggs. OZ is actually short for Oscar Zoroaster. Zoroaster is referenced in Flowers for Princess Fischl.
In a distant causality, if the philosopher Zarathustra was not chosen, then the opera writer would have gained victory in the contest over the will of the world.
This does make you wonder if Irmin really was the true ruler of Khaenri'ah and if he even existed the way we believe he did. Perhaps Fischl got Irminsnapped and now everyone believes Irmin was always the One-Eyed King.
Of course this is all my personal speculation and I could be way off here.
Wait, before we move on to next section, I want to point out something that always gets ignored:
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Kaeya and Mona, when they cast their bursts, summon the same 8-pointed star. This is unique to them alone. Could there be a connection between Khaenri'ah and witchcraft? Or is either Kaeya or Mona an outlier?
PART 3: HEXENZIRKEL
In the trailer Mage's Teaparty, there are eight witches shown. However, we only know the names of six witches, and there is a chair missing at the table.
There is a slideshow where the figures of the eight witches are shown, minus Andersdottir who is represented by the book The Boar Princess.
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Observe the witch on the broom and the little witch. The design of the little witch is similar to the design of a famous fictional character who got pulled into another world: Dorothy Gale from The Wizard of Oz books.
Dorothy is illustrated as having twin tails and wearing a farm girl dress. Dorothy's character was influenced by the character Alice, from the Wonderland books.
Originally I assumed Alice Genshin might be based on book Alice. However, it's the Narzissenkreuz quest that's based on the Wonderland books and Mary-Ann who takes the role of Alice.
With that in mind, could Alice Genshin actually be more of a Dorothy inspired character instead?
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Now, Dorothy had a very good friend, called Princess Ozma. Ozma seems to be the inspiration behind Fischl.
So who is Ozma? I only have the Wiki to go on because I'm not about to read 40 books, but by the sound of it, Ozma is the current ruler of the realm of Oz. She is the daughter of a human king and a Fairy Queen. Her mother Lurline was the one who created Oz and turned it into a Fairy country.
Ozma took it one step further and separated Oz entirely from the outer realms making it invisible to outsiders. Everyone who enters Oz never ages.
If you're an F main I'm sure you know by now Fischl created another universe and founded paradise.
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Now I want you to take a look at the witches portrayed in these circles. There are two witches holding a sphere. In F's cutscene from the Summertime Odyssey event, she is also holding a sphere which contains the Immernachtreich which you can see in the header image of this post and below.
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You might think a glowing sphere represents a crystal ball to scry in, but that poses a problem since known prophet Barbeloth is probably represented by the witch holding a waterdrop, which is Hydromancy. So the glowing sphere might not necessarily mean a prophetess.
As for the identity of the other witch with the globe, I believe this could be Alice, since she was the one who created the domain/dreamscape of the Veluriyam Mirage. It could also be Rhinedottir who is creating something in a flask.
So Orb = Domain/Realm/Creation
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Furthermore F's specialty food is Die Heilige Sinfonie, which has a Magic Hexagram painted on top… (Die Heilige Sinfonie translates into The Holy Symphony.) As mentioned before, the Sommernachtgarten could only be created by someone with great magical powers…
Magic Circles is Ceremonial or Arcane Magic, and according to a note left by Master Ruggiero in Bravais' study, Arcane Arts originated from a pre-Remurian civilization.
So someone must have taught humans magic. Might sound obvious, but it begs the question of WHO?
PART 4: FREYJA
To answer this question we need to dip our toes into Norse mythology. As you know, Odin is Irmin.
There was a war between two groups of gods: the Aesir and the Vanir.
Eventually they had enough and decided to exchange hostages as a peace offering. The goddess Freyja, originally part of the Vanir, joined the Aesir which would be Odin's group. As a sacrificial priestess, she was the one who taught the Aesir dark magic, which included seeing into the future. The implication here then is that Odin was taught black magic by Freyja.
This magic is known as seiðr. Seiðr is derived from *soi-to- which means rope/string. The distaff, a tool used for spinning wool, is associated with dark magic. There are images of women riding distaffs as a broom, similar to a witch riding a broomstick. To quote the Wiki: "In any case, the string relates to the "threads of fate", that the Nornir spin, measure, and cut. " Wait, that sounds familiar:
F, joining the party voice line: The threads of your fate lie in my hands!
Scholars suspect Freyja is the same person as Gullveig who was involved in the Aesir-Vanir war. Gullveig was attacked by the Aesir with spears; she died and was reborn three times. When Fischl tried to visit the Kingdom of Eternal Twilight she was also attacked by its people and "shed her blood on the sacred emblem" whatever that means. It was Oz who saved her, pledging his loyalty to her.
Freyja sometimes is conflated with another goddess named Frigg. There has been much debate whether or not these two goddesses stem from the same deity. Frigg is part of the Aesir and usually Odin's wife.
I mention this because in the book Hex and Hound, one of the characters is named after Frigg: Nottfrigga. This book is about two twin witches sharing the same body. In the book we find out that they were the daughters of a powerful witch, but witches are unable to keep more than one offspring of the same generation. This led to Nottfrigga's twin sister Magdalene eventually dying, and her using magic to sustain her sister inside a magic bracelet.
In Norse mythology, Nott is the personification of night. Nott's father is named Narfi. This really got my attention, because Fischl's full name is Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort. (Fischl of the Castle in the Sky Narfidort.)
In the Hexenzirkel teaser, every witch is represented by a teacup (or in the case of Andersdottir, an inkbottle) but the saucer next to Nicole's teacup is empty. Since this saucer belongs to the same teaset this could mean one of the missing witches is Nicole's twin sister or a relative.
So what could Fischl's role be in all this? Perhaps she's one of the twin sisters, or their mother. Perhaps she's even an ancestor. ...Or completely unrelated to them and I'm full of shit.
PART 5: THE HARBINGERS
F's theme shares a leitmotief with the Fatui Harbingers theme.
F's theme: Sieh an, mein Sommernachtgarten! Signora's theme: Saltatio Favillae
Obviously this means Fischl is Capitano.
Composers don't do these things by accident. This is hinting at something. Either Fischl is connected to the Harbingers, was/is one of the Harbingers, or she is indeed the Tsaritsa.
Which is not as crazy as it sounds.
In Legend of the Shattered Halberd, Fischl possessed someone else's body. And if she is Freyja's equivalent, who died three times, then it's possible she could've been reborn as someone else. In the book, it was Mir who summoned Fischl into Weiyang's body and sacrificed his eye to appease her. Pierro is working for the Tsaritsa and has his right eye covered for reasons unknown. Having been a royal mage who would have had access to Khaenri'ah's restricted library, perhaps it was Pierro who summoned Fischl into the Tsaritsa's body.
The Tsaritsa is collecting the seven Gnoses, Fischl had to collect seven of the nine Ominous Swords to repair the Divine Halberd, which would be herself. She already had two of them in her possession… Could also be that the Tsaritsa is trying to revive her. This would imply Fischl is the Third Descender. Since she came from another world, this is not impossible.
The Fisher King, Fischl's possible namesake, was struck with a wound that could only be healed by a "pure fool" who would ask him the right question. ...Fatui is Latin for fools. If the Tsaritsa really is/is possessed by Fischl, then creating an organization of fools starts to make sense: the fools are her saviors.
This could also connect to the empty 10th seat within the Harbingers. The vacant spot could be a reference to the Siege Perilous, which was an empty seat reserved for the one successful in obtaining the Holy Grail by way of saving the Fisher King.
Usually this is accomplished by Percival, who later finds out his mother is the sister of the Fisher King. In the story, Percival keeps failing to return to the kingdom of the Holy Grail since it is an otherworldly place. Does that not remind you of Kaeya trying to find Khaenri'ah but failing halfway through?
Going back to Princess Ozma, an evil witch cast a spell on her that turned her into a little boy named Tippetarius. This was done to prevent Ozma from ascending to the throne. Tip was unaware of his true identity until he was transformed back into Ozma.
tippet /tĭp′ĭt/ noun A covering for the shoulders, as of fur, with long ends that hang in front.
As noted in The Marvelous Land of Oz, Chapter 23, Tip has brown colored skin.
…Kaeya, blink twice if you need help.
As a staunch hater of things that don't make sense, I highly doubt this means Kaeya is Fischl; the game would never go there. Perhaps being "Fischl" is simply hinting towards the fact that he will become one of the Fisher Kings.
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That would certainly explain this random hangout ending.
Now, here's where things get really crazy.
Remember Anfortas? The Knight Marshal of the Schwanenritter who took over as regent after Irmin became indisposed? At the time of writing, Anfortas's fate remains unknown.
As said before, Anfortas is the name of the Fisher King in Arthurian legends. Fischl's name might've been a nod to that.
But it gets weirder.
T.S. Eliot's poem The Waste Land combines Arthurian legends with the legend of the Fisher King. In it, he associates the Fisher King with the tarot card Three of Staves.
The Man with Three Staves (an authentic member of the Tarot pack) I associate, quite arbitrarily, with the Fisher King himself.
…We have seen this symbol somewhere before. On the constellation wheel of the Fatui Harbingers. By process of elimination this constellation belongs to Il Capitano.
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👏🏽👏🏽CONGRATULATIONS CAPITANO YOU ARE KAEYA'S NEXT TOP GRANDPA 🎉
Kidding of course, but I doubt this is a coincidence. This doesn't necessarily mean they are the same person, maybe Capitano simply mindmelded with Anfortas. It's a fantasy game, everything is possible at this point.
Wait a minute… three nails, three deaths… Uhhh maybe Fischl really did turn into Capitano.
👏🏽👏🏽CONGRATULATIONS CAPITANO YOU ARE PRINCESS DIANA'S NEXT REINCARNATION 👸🏼
PART 6: THE THIEF AND THE MAGE
Alright, for this section I want us to keep in mind the following things:
Fischl is a fallen star
Fischl may have been a mage
Fischl could be connected to Irmin and thus Khaenri'ah
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The play of the Veluriyam Mirage is written by Zosimos. This play stars Kaeya as a Thief, Klee as a Mage and Idyia as a last minute heroine added to the story.
You see, Zosimos originally wanted to write a story based on rumors he'd heard about a thief and a mage. This means the play might not be entirely fictional. The problem is that Zosimos combined Idyia's backstory with the story of the Thief and the Mage, making it hard to tell which bits belong to Thief's story.
We know at least that Alice was the mage who helped Idyia. But what about the Mage who helped the Thief? Who was she? Could it have been Alice or someone else?
For that we need to consider the character Kaeya was playing. It's unknown who he is, but if Klee was playing her mom then it stands to reason Kaeya must've been playing someone connected to him. Before you get excited, this does not necessarily mean someone related to him by blood. Could also just be someone from Khaenri'ah. Heck, we don't even know the gender of the mage, for all we know they could've been a man.
Now, the soundtrack that plays during Kaeya's part is called Towers of Afrasiab. This name has come up before. In the play of Kaeya's hangout, the character he plays opposite of is called Frasiyav. The location of the Khaenri'ahn door is called Hangeh Afrasiyab.
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I personally suspect Afrasiyab is either Irmin or the founder of Khaenri'ah.
Afrasiyab is a character from the Persian epic, the Shahnameh. Afrasiyab lived in an underground iron palace held up by hundreds of columns. (If you look at the architecture in Hangeh Afrasiyab, you'll see little reliefs of men holding up a ceiling above them.) Afrasiyab lacked the divine royal glory known as Khvarena and was obsessed with obtaining it. In the play they say Frasiyav lost because he lacked the blessing of god…
I mean it can't get any more obvious than that. So this could mean the dude from Kaeya's hangout was Irmin. Which does raise a bunch of questions, such as who is the identity of the Prince in this play? And why were they at war?
Should be noted in the hangout's play, Frasiyav offered hostages as a peace offering. Kind of reminds me of the war between the Aesir and Vanir… Also, Kaeya's character Prince Qubad is based on Siyavash who eventually married into Afrasiyab's family…
Towers of Afrasiyab then could refer to Khaenri'ah. In the Veluriyam play, the Thief is also from a dark realm. I hesitate making the assumption that this guy is Irmin or Kaeya's pirate grandpa so I will refer to him as simply the Thief.
In the play, the Thief witnesses a shooting star falling from the sky and follows it. However, what he finds is not a star but a young woman. Well, we know Fischl was also a star that fell down. And we know Fischl visited the Kingdom of Eternal Twilight and got bodied for her efforts. Oz took her under his wings and saved her life.
If the Thief encountered the Mage this way it would explain why the Mage helped him as a way to repay him. Perhaps the Mage taught him Arcane arts or helped him protect the "Dark Realm", who knows?
If this Mage really was Fischl and the Thief someone connected or related to Kaeya it would explain why Fischl and Kaeya seem to be connected.
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About Kaeya F: His nature is obscure, his fate a mystery, and his speech a vexing tapestry woven of both fact and fiction… Perhaps he and I share the burden of mystical sight…
About Fischl  Kaeya: Hmm? You think Fischl having one eye covered is very fitting given her title of Prinzessin der Verurteilung. Hahaha, if that's the case, that must also make me a descendant of some kind of former royal lineage, no?
Furthermore, in Legend of the Shattered Halberd, Fischl's partner in crime, the man who summoned her, is named Mir. This is a reference to Mimir, the severed head from Norse mythology who acted as an advisor to Odin.
Mr. Nine states Fischl was attracted to Mir… and that Oz was more of a familiar of Fischl.
In Wagner's opera Der Ring des Nibelungen, Mimir is known as Mime, the brother of Alberich.
....😮‍💨
Well, I have to say, even after all of that, I am completely stumped. If anyone knows what's going on, let me know, because I for one would love to know WHAT'S GOING ON FOR ONCE. GIVE IT UP FOR KNOWING WHAT'S GOING ON
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AU Bot Plots: Cooking Contest
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I saw this and I was so excited because it's an idea I've had already, and part of a scene I'd already drafted for a fic I'm probably never going to get to. Then I looked at the prompt again, and I realized it's Chopped... My idea is Worst Cooks in America. In my defense, they're on the same channel. Anyway! I'm going rogue...again...
Katara and Zuko are world class chefs who have been rivals for nearly their entire careers. Now, a TV station devoted to food (a "food network" if you will) has turned their rivalry into must see TV (for housewives and hungover college students). In a battle to see who can take one of the worst cooks in the country and turn them into a five star chef in just a few weeks. This is The Worst Cooks in the Nation.
"Hey, Zuko," Katara taunted her opponent. "Are you mincing that garlic or liquifying it."
"Don't ever come at my knife skills, sweetheart," Zuko quipped. He looked at his team and directed their attention to the carrot next. "What I want you to focus on is making each of these carrot sticks the same size. Otherwise they won't all cook down the same. Then you'll have some carrots mushy and some that aren't done enough. Like Chef Katara's seaprune stew."
"Oh please!" Katara scoffed. "My seaprunes kill your ocean kumquats. You're just mad I won't share my recipe."
"I'll get it out of you, one way or another," Zuko promised with a wolfish grin. Katara's cheeks flushed slightly as she rolled her eyes and moved on to her next demonstration.
Confessional Booth:
Red Contestant 1: Is something going on between them?
Blue Contestant 1: I feel like I'm interrupting a date...or a fight? I don't know, but the tension is weird, right? (To the camera crew) You see it, right?
Blue Contestant 2: Whew! The steaks weren't the only thing sizzling in that kitchen. You feel me?
Red Contestant 2: Chef Zuko moves so fast. I get terrified whenever I see him chopping up all those vegetables without even looking. I can be staring dead at my thumb and still manage to cut it instead of the carrot.
Red Contestant 3: RC2 is the least observant person on the team. They almost chopped their own thumb off. And I asked them last night what they thought was happening between Chef Katara and Chef Zuko, and they just looked at me like I was the crazy one. I hope RC2 goes home next.
Chef Katara: Zuko and I have a little side bet going. The loser of this season of Worst Cooks has to take the winner wherever they choose. I'm going to have him take me to see the Ember Island Players performance of Love Amongst the Dragons....A date (laughing). No, it's not a date, I just know Zuko hates the Ember Island Players.
Chef Zuko: Oh, yeah! We do have a side bet. When I win, Katara has to take me ice skating. She keeps bragging about how good the skating rinks in the Southern Water Tribe are, so I'm finally going to have her show me what's so special about them...What do you mean? There's nothing romantic about that. She thinks she's a better ice skater than me, and she gets this funny little wrinkle over her nose when I prove I can do something as well as she can...Flirting? Of course I'm not flirting with her!
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Jock Derek decides to get into the competitive eating game. Starts a YouTube channel. Gets some fans, who suggest crazy eating challenges. Derek keeps pushing himself to fulfill all the ridiculous challenges, but his stomach is so stretched out that he’s hungry all the time. Starts gaining weight. Slowly, his eating challenges videos just become mukbangs as Derek goes from jock to exjock to chub…and eventually Derek starts showing off his growing belly as he goes from chub to just huge fatty.
"W-Welcome ...*BBBRRRpp*... to Eatin' ...*blurrrRPPP*... w-with ...*BRRRPPpp*... Derek
10 Viewers "Hey...I'm Derek. I twisted my ankle during practice so the Coach benched me for the semester and if I don't play, I don't get money towards my tuition. So umm....I'm not sure how this works but my friend makes money gaming on his channel so I thought maybe....I'd start reviewing local restaurants or campus food or something."
You turn off the chat, disinterested. There's enough bad food ASMR and mukbangers online, he's attractive, but nothing special. You have better things to do than watch him fumble his way to unwrapping a Chipotle takeout bag like it was something special.
50 Viewers You find yourself back on Derek's channel a week later. He still looks uncomfortable in front of a camera. His room isn't even set up to stream, a bunch of random lights behind him and his dinner clearly on the desk next to him, 2 liter of soda and some Pop-Tart boxes. You're about to click away when the otherwise dead-chat pings:
Try the 2L soda challenge!
Derek nods and brings the soda bottle up to his lips. "Easy," he brags, suddenly much more confident and you get the aura of a cocky, self-assured jock. He chugs the entire bottle down within 2 minutes, waving the empty bottle in front of the screen and letting out a long burp. "Done. Damn, I need some pizza after that..."
He goes back to sitting there in mostly awkward silence as he scrolls on his phone, clearly ordering food. You leave the stream again. 200 Viewers You can't help it - you check back into Derek's stream. He's gained more followers in the last few weeks since you saw him and you see the last few videos he's posted all see to have a theme - Eating Challenges with Derek.
Looks like he's been eating well. There's more softness to his jaw and cheeks and the sports T-shirt he's wearing looks stretched a little tight.
"Tonight I'm trying the milk chugging challenge - one gallon in one hour."
The chat is more active than usual.
Got Oreos to go with that?
Derek holds up 3 boxes "not going to get through all that milk without them."
Gotta love jocks who eat like they're still training
if he pukes, I'm leaving
Bet he's done this before
Derek finishes 2 boxes of oreos and the entire gallon of milk, ending the stream reclining in his chair looking satisfied, hands rubbing his milk-swollen gut.
500 Viewers Derek has become your new favorite streamer. You're not sure if he knows the chat is entirely full of feeders egging him on, but he clearly loves the attention and is willing to do almost anything for donations.
"Thank you to *feedemup72* for the donation, tonight's challenge is $100 at Taco Bell." He points at several bags sitting next to him. "Actually $108 because I got 3 sodas, hope you don't mind."
Only his top half is visible as his streams, but in the last few months he's developed a curve to his belly that presses into his computer desk.
damn he's gotten fat in a few months
ii hope he does the donut challenge next
Derek slows down when he's three quarters of the way through. He shoves the last bite of a burrito into his mouth and groans. "Don't think I can do this one." He's got rice spilled onto the front of his shirt, and a few inches of bare, furry belly are visible where his bloated stomach is pushing his shirt upwards.
You're feeling reckless and type into the chat '$20 if you can finish 3 more burritos." You can see the determination as he leans forward to grab another from the pile, like it's the winning point his team needs. "Uggh I might burst..."
1000 Viewers "I'm getting a little chunky," Derek laughs, standing up in front of his computer with both hands lifting up his pudgy middle. It's not only his middle that has gotten thicker. His jeans look painted on and his shirt is so tight you can see the lovehandles just starting to poke out over his jeans. "Hope the coach doesn't mind. Got my clear bill of health for my leg so practice starts again tomorrow." are you still going to stream? Sure the coach won't mind you waddling on the field? forget sports, fatboy, you were made to eat! "This might be my last one in a while, practice keeps me busy. But for my last challenge- I got a cake to celebrate!" It's just a plain cheesecake, but Derek looks at it like it's better than sex. The little groans of pleasure he makes when he takes a bite somehow feel dirtier than watching him devour the entire thing in under 45 minutes. 3,000 Viewers It's been almost 6 months since Derek's last stream and you've almost forgotten about his channel entirely when you see he's gone live again. His follower count has almost triple and the chat is swarming with excitement at his return. OMG finally he's got to be 300 by now has he said anything no he's been eating for almost an hour! Think he knows he's live? Are you okay? You can't take your eyes off the screen. Derek has Chinese takeout containers in front of the screen and is digging into them like he hasn't eaten for months. The arms on his gamer chair are no longer visible under hefty love handles and his belly is fully resting into his lap by several inches. Derek keeps eating, double chin wobbling with each fast-paced bite, until he finally stops to reach for a can of soda. He drains it in one go and then looks at the chat, still shoveling food in his mouth as he talks "c-coach ...*mnfgghhhulp*... kicked ...*mmnnch*... me ...*chew... o-off ...*nibble*... de ...*gnaw*... team." I'm sorry too fat for the team? Look at him- he's not running anywhere! He hasn't stop eating What a fucking pig You have to know, typing in the chat. "$50 if you tell us what you're weighing in at." You watch as Derek scans the chat and reads your message. He finally puts down the food and stands up to show himself off to he chat. "Three-twenty-seven." From the size of his hips and ass as he turns, you would have guessed closer to 350. He looks upset, pinching and grabbing at the excess blubber that's thickened him up everywhere, but when he sits back down and grabs another soda, he almost looks relieved. "So.. guess I'm back to streaming. Any suggestions for another *gulp* *swallow* food challenge? 5,000 Viewers Doesn't look like a jock anymore he's a fucking blimp any ideas how to blow him up more bet he'd eat straight lard if we paid him fuck look at that gut Did he really just fall asleep? bet he wakes up and starts eating again You're $500 poorer- but looking at the size of Derek, it seems like money well spent. In the last three months, you've paid Derek to do the ice cream gallon challenge, the milkshake challenge, the donuts-burger challenge, and the carbo-load challenge. And you were also to blame for the current stream. Tonight had proven too much even for his monstrous appetite and he had needed a break, too full to even speak, just sitting in front of the computer groaning and grunting and burping, rubbing his boulder of a belly until his overstuffed moans had turned into tree-splitting levels of snoring. The last quarter of his fifth footlong cheesesteak (With extra cheese and meat of course), fell out of a pudgy hand and onto the floor. Derek had weighed in at 398 last night, and you impatiently wait for him to wake up rounding out the scales at over 400lbs of blubber. 10,000 Viewers
This stream was a special one. Derek had tipped the scales at a whopping 500lbs, reluctantly heaving himself out of his bench-sized seat to show off for the chat just where all of those pounds had piled on to. Face swollen with fat, his jawline completely obscured by chins and a tire-sized neck. Thighs wider than his former waist, and of course, the unmistakable belly which was not so round and lard-filled it rested on his knees when he was sitting. "Finally hit a follower milestone," Derek wheezed proudly, wiping sweat off his forehead from the exertion of just standing for several minutes and then collapsing back down into his seat. It creaked ominously. On instinct, you check his Amazon wishlist. Candy, funnel, XXXXXXXXL shorts, more candy, bariatric scale...huh. No bench. Guess he thought the one hw as currently straining was going to last longer than it sounded like. "So someone sponsored to me to eat a hundred-thousand calories, one for each follower!" You thought you misheard. 100,000? That can't possible be right. And Derek was popular sure, but with a niche group. You double-check and his follower count was sitting at 10,002. Confused, you check the chat. did he say 100,000!!? looking and thinking like a pig no one said jocks were smart That's going to take days think he'll realize? too late to back out, he took the money That's like 30 pounds of calories. No way is he going to do it! Derek was reading the chat and checking his phone in confusion. "I did...misread a bit there." Do it eat it 100,000 blimp he's gonna pop come on fatty, EAT EAT EAT! Derek still looks confused, but puts his phone away and smacks a hand to his belly. "I can handle it. Better start now..." You can't watch the entire stream, having to pull yourself away at some point to go to bed and go to work. You haven't missed much - Derek sits at his computer, struggling to his feet every few hours to get his latest food delivery he doesn't bother to turn off the livestream and everyone gets' a perfect view of Derek's swinging, wobbling obese frame as he slowly shuffles in and out of view. Even at night, he waddles out of view to go to bed but leaves the stream running, his snores rattling around the empty room and the only view the staggering amount of fast food containers thrown haphazardly everywhere. Think he'll reach 600? he's too fat to stop now he should eat like this all the time It takes Derek 2 days to eat it all. Even for someone used to all the eating challenges, Derek was eating with a frenzy and a determination you'd never seen. The chat kept his calorie counter for him, and he was absolutely struggling to keep on pace, looking like every bite was a Herculean effort. You tune back in, the afternoon when Derek is down to his last 2,000 calories in a bag of greasy burgers and fries and milkshakes. He looks bloated and fat in a way you've never seen, like at any minute he was going to just start expanding and become a fat filled-balloon the size of the room. His body was clearly protesting, Derek had to keep taking longer and longer breaks inbetween to massage his belly, although he couldn't fully reach around it. Gurgling farts and thunderous belches that chat kept telling him meant he had room for more. 100,000 calories. Almost done. Just a few more... Derek guzzled down the rest of his milkshake and looked triumphantly at his camera, eyes glazed over and face smeared with food.
T-Told ...*puff*... ...*BRRPFFBLTTT*... you ...*uhhnngh*... ...*thbbbt*... I ...*hmphhh*... ...*Brrbllpfft*... c-could ...*blurrRRPPP*... ...*Splrrpffrtbtlt*... do ...*BRRRPPphh*... ...*Frrrpffltbtt*... it.
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Anon because reasons. I've been a transman for over ten years. I never thought I would reach out to a TERF but I'm seeing things in my community that scare me and I literally don't know what to do. The transwomen I follow suddenly started reblogging and making posts about protecting transwomen from rape/pedo allegations but I'm conflicted because I was raped by my uncles when I was little. I feel like I'm going crazy idk why I'm asking you I just feel so dysregulated and distressed. Please don't hurt me or expose me, idk what they would do if they realized I was talking to terfs.
I have no wish or intent to hurt or expose you, so have no fear of that. To be upfront: I am a feminist. I do see sexual assault primarily as a hate crime men commit against women and girls (rape). Women and girls being female humans and men being male ones. But you already knew that. For the purposes of this response, however, I will use gender neutral language where possible.
Honestly, ten years ago I had no idea I'd be where I'm at now. I was considering identifying as agender and was only just starting to become uncomfortable with trans activists. The biggest reason was, even back then, protecting predatory behaviour. Unfortunately, as the years have gone by it's only gotten worse. Maybe it's not something you've come across until now, so I imagine this must be a shock, or maybe the people around you doing it used a lot of weasel words and it hasn't become apparent until now.
Either way it's a terrible thing to realize the people you consider your community just don't think sexual assault is that big a deal, especially when they've said it is, but their actions are showing otherwise.
It's a betrayal to those of us who have been sexually assaulted and don't want that to happen to anyone else ever again. Especially if the person who sexually assaulted you was someone you trusted. What your uncle did to you was already a horrific betrayal. To know someone you respect would say he should be protected from your allegations if x reason (in this case if he identified as trans, but this can happen in other ways; someone I greatly respected called Julian Assange a friend after he raped two women; that sucked and I stopped keeping up with him after that) is a betrayal on top of that.
I was molested by my stepfather and some fucked up shit happened when my biological father showed me off to his friends when I was a toddler. I know that pain well. "Valid" is a word that's certainly been over-used and misused, but right now I'm going to use in the way it was used at the Sexual Assault Crisis Centre I attended: your feelings on this are valid.
Sexual assault is one of the worst things a person can do to someone. Saying that people who do those things should be protected for any reason, that alleged victims should be doubted, that alleged perpetrators should be given the benefit of the doubt is fucked up. You are not in the wrong for feeling uncomfortable and worse about it. That just shows you have your humanity.
Now, I'm not going to tell you what else you should think, but what I will say is: I'm not afraid of the women here knowing I talk to men. Or trans people for that matter. Even if I was reaching out to vent. At most they might question why I chose a man and not a woman, but ultimately it just wouldn't be an issue. It's not that there are no assholes here--there are quite a few--but most of them are easily ignored and those that aren't typically get pushback for being assholes and eventually end up leaving or ostracized.
Do you think that it's healthy, as a literal trans-identified person yourself, for people in a community to be so afraid of one another that they can't let anyone know if they talk to certain people? Now, I'm sure it's not as simple as just dropping people who act this way. I've known people with shitty friend groups. It's hard. It's hard when all of your peers seem to support certain behaviour. I get it. I am in no way expecting that you're suddenly going to drop your community.
But I'm not talking to them. I'm talking to you, the person who reached out to me. From one survivor of familial sexual assault to another: you don't deserve to be treated this way. You don't deserve to have your pain trivialized, even indirectly, for a cause. So even if you can't talk to any of your peers about it (and maybe you can! maybe there are people you know who feel the exact same way), I want you to know in your heart that this is wrong and you're right to feel that it's wrong.
And when you're ready, whatever that looks like, I hope you can get out of this and find a community where you would never be punished for raising concerns about something like this. You would be upheld and loudly supported because that shit just wouldn't fly.
Take care of yourself, anon. I hope you have a good day/evening. I hope your uncle rots and I hope the transwoman you're following becomes a better person. Or falls down a well. Whichever comes first.
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Chenford + 'were you jealous of Noah?'
"Were you jealous of Noah?"
Tim frowned, looking down at the dark-haired woman who was currently curled up in his arms, her head resting against his chest. "Didn't you already ask me this?"
"Well yeah," Lucy admitted, a small smile on her face. "But I asked you that in front of Noah; I wasn't sure if your answer would change when it was just you and me."
"Do you want me to be jealous of him?" Tim asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Lucy tried to hide it, but Tim could see the slight embarrassment on her face as she nuzzled her head closer against his neck. "You do, don't you!"
"No I- I don't know," Lucy laughed, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "Maybe a little."
Tim shook his head. "Is there a reason I should be?"
"No, no, definitely not!"
"I thought girls didn't like it when guys got jealous," Tim pointed out, pulling back slightly to get a better look at her face, his eyebrows raised.
"Well generally we don't, especially when guys are too over the top about it and it's coming from a place of distrust, but a small amount of jealousy every once in awhile never hurts." Biting her lip, she added, "It's actually kinda hot- shows that you care, you know."
"Is that so?" Tim asked, smirking down at her. "Well then, you're dating the right guy I guess."
At her curious look, Tim elaborated, "Of course I was a little bit jealous; I'd be crazy not to be. He was giving you waaay too many compliments, and that 'hot pants' joke?"
"It's really not what you think," she laughed.
Tim shook his head. "Whatever. Point is, yeah, I didn't love watching you work with him, but at the end of the day, he's the one who should be jealous of me. I mean, c'mon," he said, gesturing to her with a smile. "I'm the one who gets to come home with you every night."
A big smile broke out over Lucy's face, and before he knew it, she was leaning up to steal a kiss from him, Tim feeling the smile on her lips as they pressed against his own.
"That's very true," Lucy murmured against his mouth.
Unable to help himself, Tim stole another feather light kiss from her before pulling back, stretching his arm behind his head, the picture of nonchalance. "Plus," he added slyly, "when he made 'that Bradford' comment, I couldn't help but think you were talking about me at UC school."
He tried, and failed, to keep the smirk off his face as she opened her mouth in surprise. "Were you pining over me, Lucy Chen?"
"I most definitely was not!" she declared, but the look on her face said otherwise.
"Mhmm," he hummed, unconvinced, holding his arms up in a half-hearted attempt to shield himself as she swatted at him, her body leaning over his as they engaged in a fake wrestling match. Somehow, her lips ended up finding his again, and this time, Tim wasn't about to let them go.
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That imagine with the reader having a past with batman...wooow 🔥 Would you continue it...and make it a bit dark?
His Lighthouse: Bat Connections (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
Bat Connections - Oneshot
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KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!
Hey hi anon!! Another late request filled a month later. Please don't be upset with me anon, I love you!! 🖤✨
Okay children! Gather round. Let's go over the legal stuff first! I personally don’t care about trigger warnings cuz imma big girl. I read some morbid stuff for breakfast but for our more sensitive readers, I’ll add a TW just for this oneshot.
TW! Dark!Joker. The following content: CNC, knife play, breath play, degradation, impact play, power play(?), dacryphilia, unprotected sex (J doesn’t believe in condoms no ways but hey) spitting, biting, dirty talk, overstimulation, I mean… the list goes on but I’m getting tiied sis. 
Just proceed with caution, mkay? This is canon Joker you’re about to read and I didn’t hold back. I’m so excited to dip my feet back into dark content again! Please read this head canon before continuing. Keep in mind that this is not canon with the series and should be read as a standalone. Enjoy!
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So what if you had history with Batman?
You were a grown woman— who was single at the time, thank you very much– with wants and needs! Could you blame yourself for having a little fun? I mean? Have you seen the man? You'd be crazy for not jumping on that tall glass of water. Batman had no business running around clad in leather looking the way he does.
Honestly, it should be illegal. You were a victim of a thirst trap!
Those two old pictures recirculating the web landed you in some hot water with Joker but it wasn't that bad, right?
J still loved you.. and this all happened before you and him even met! Why was he getting bent out of shape over something in the past?
Sure you licked Batman's cowl and #Leathertastesfunny and #Ihadworse was a wild comment to make, but it was just harmless fun.
Now the second photo op? Okay. You plead the fifth.
Batman slammed you into the wall which made your thumb slip and well.. that selfie happened. The sex that followed was.. phew.
YOU WERE NOT GOING TO TELL JOKER THAT PART.
You weren't dumb. You valued your life. Joker and Batman hated each other (you were convinced otherwise but let's move on..) It happened before you met Joker.
Why was that part not clicking?
Yet one look into Joker's cold green eyes confirmed your fears. He knew. And that was bad. Real bad. Horrible in fact.
This man put the J in Jealousy and this new development was a slap in the face; the ultimate betrayal. It was the straw that broke the camel's back and you were terrified to even think about what Joker would do to you as punishment.
There wasn't a soft way to break this news to Joker but in your defense, you thought he would never find out. However, the internet literally screwed you over.
You weren't prepared for Joker's jealous rage.
He only showered you with love and affection, never anger. The man in front of you now was The Joker that Gotham City feared. There was a dark gleam in his eye and not an ounce of your kind, loving J remained therein. This Joker looked at you as if you were a stain on his suit and nothing more.
It was in your best interest to vacate the premises until he calmed down. You started to back away slowly and of course Joker noticed.
"I'd run too if I were you, cuz when I catch ya... mmhm.When I get my handsss on you? I'm gonna ruin you." Even his voice was sinister and devoid of love.
"One."
Your ancestors heard the count down and begged for you to run. You always listened to their wisdom. You squeaked in fear and bolted from the room.
The front door was too far away so your mind quickly thought–
The maintenance hatch. If you could get to the storage room and make it to the floor below, you were good as gold.
You ran and vaguely heard Joker call out "Two..." as you made it down the hall.
He casually stood to his feet and followed your feeble escape with ease. You weren't even giving him a challenge. He honestly thought you would try for the front door but you surprised him by taking advantage of the secret exit that was closer.
Smart girl.
You made it to the storage room and flicked the lock and chain into place before pushing a table to block the door. You nodded at your handiwork and began focusing on opening the latch to descend. It was tricky to open from this side but not impossible.
Joker gave you props. Your methods were sound.
Locking the door and barricading it from the inside. It was a great strategy against someone else but Joker's rage defied all logic.
You jumped when you heard him hit the door. The chain rattled but held tight.
"Now I wonder.... where oh where could my little slut be?" Joker sang out, knowing that you were panicking inside.
He was ramming something, or maybe just his shoulder, against the door. With each impact, your hopes of escaping dwindled. The chain broke the same time you started to descend the ladder. Joker broke the door in and shoved the table aside with relative ease.
You were almost down the ladder but said screw it and jumped the last few steps to buy yourself some more time.
You landed awkwardly on your ankle but your adrenaline brushed off the pain and gave you godspeed to the door on the maintenance floor.
Your hand grazed the handle when Joker snatched you away. Your screams were music to his ears.
Joker used to care about your safety. J knew being with him romantically painted a huge target on your back so he taught you basic self defense, but you never thought you would be using what you learned to fight him off.
Joker was stronger and he knew your mannerisms and weak spots.
Any defense tactics you learned went down the drain with him as your opponent. He dodged your fists and mocked your weak attempts at fighting back. His jeers made you want to cry but you kept at it and landed a solid kick to his crotch.
Joker had a high tolerance to pain; yet he was still a man. He cursed under his breath and doubled over until the pain subsided.
You scrambled away and maybe it was a miracle (or just Joker messing with you to think you got away) but you managed to hit the stairwell in record time.
You cleared one floor and were descending another when you were tackled from behind. "Got ya!"
Your heart leapt out of your chest thinking you were about to tumble down the stairs but Joker tackled you on the landing between levels. Unfortunately, you took the brunt of the fall and Joker landing on you– knocked what air that was left from your lungs.
Joker was heavy and since you lost favor with him, he could stop holding back and be himself.
He put a stop to your flailing arms with a growl, "Hold still, Y/n!" He knocked your legs apart and straddled your body, letting you feel his erection brushing against your thigh.
"Joker, you're hurting me!" You screamed with the hope that someone on the level would hear you and come investigate.
"Good! Let's hurt ya some more!" He grinned.
He lifted your head, only to slam it roughly back on the unforgiving floor. Your head spun like a Saturday cartoon character. He was going to kill you.
The realization hurt worse than the concrete.
J was about to do it a third time but you bit his arm in hopes that he would let you go. It barely phased him.
"Really Y/n? Tsk, did you act like this with Batsy? Hmm? No, I bet... you begged him to f__k ya like the whore you are." He grunted when you kneeled him in the groin again.
He clicked his tongue and didn't think about his actions.
Joker slapped you across the face and it worked like a charm bringing you back to focus. Your head was forced to the side but you blinked in shock before staring at J in utter disbelief.
Joker would never lay a finger on you. "J.."
He grabbed your jaw and yelled in your face. "Shut up! I don't wanna hear.. another worD. You... you make me so.... So angry! Why? Why Bunny? Why him? Am I noT good enough for ya? Is it the scars?" Joker squeezed your face harder.
You whimpered but you didn't speak another word. So you could follow orders after all. He enjoyed the fear swirling in your e/c eyes.
For so long he suppressed his urges and desires. A part of him longed to see you fear him and today he finally got to see it. In this stairwell with you lying helpless underneath him, Joker soaked up your terror and craved for more.
You teared up and made the mistake of opening your mouth. "I-It was just o-one time, J! I p-promise!" You saw Joker's eye twitch and you knew you screwed up.
He smiled and tipped his head back laughing. It echoed in the barren stairwell and hurt your eardrums.
Joker's hand slipped from holding your jaw to wrapping firmly around your neck.
He stopped laughing as you began to struggle anew.
"Yeah? Just one time? Well... One. Time. Too many." He smiled as your face slowly turned blue. What a lovely shade against your bronzed skin he thought.
You clawed at his hands crushing your throat but you couldn't think and fight him with the limited oxygen you had left.
Joker groaned when your eyelashes fluttered closed. He started to grind his cock against you in earnest. You looked so pretty losing consciousness, he just couldn't help himself and squeezed tighter.
Your chest heaved and Joker saw you about to slip under so he pulled back.
You sucked in precious air and Joker didn't give you a moment's reprieve. He leaned down and licked the salty tears from your face. "You're sooooo pretty like thiss."
In that moment you knew; Joker had completely lost it. His hot breath fanned over your wet cheeks and you tensed feeling his dick grind harder onto your thigh.
You were sick to your stomach. He was enjoying this?
"G-Get off of me!" You croaked out while bucking your weight against Joker. You were trying to shove him off but in Joker's twisted mind, you were reciprocating his lust.
Your feeble attempts provided Joker more friction and he rewarded your actions.
"Needy little thing aren't ya? Since it was only a.. one time thing, I'm gonna use you.. just this once the way you deserve."
Joker's hands caressed over your waistline and began to pull down your pants. You protested immediately.
You only had on a fan made t-shirt and faded sweatpants, whereas Joker remained fully clothed in his three piece suit and clown makeup. It was probably smeared all over you. He was unbothered by you fighting back and set about taking your clothes off.
You were not about to just lay here and let Joker have his way with you. You didn't want this and you weren't going down without a fight.
With a battle cry, you fought back even more but Joker rolled his eyes and collected both of your wrists with one of his own and held them up over your head.
A sharp clicking noise stole your attention and you looked down right as Joker used a hidden knife to cut your pants off.
"Joker, stop! I-I don't.... I want this!" You hissed when he dragged the knife up your chest, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.
Your shirt fell open right down the middle from the cut and Joker hummed at the sight of your heaving breasts.
You never wore a bra or panties these days. You were practically asking for this.
"Quit whining, slut. She wants this.. just look at her.." Joker chuckled and set aside his knife to plunge two fingers into your pussy. It horrified you to discover that you were sopping wet.
"No! No, I don't!"
He sank his fingers to the knuckle and made rough, come hither motions right over your g spot.
Your hips bucked up on command. Your body was literally betraying you. For months Joker trained you to accept only his touch but you couldn't believe your pussy would fold so quickly. She didn't care that Joker was bashing your head against the ground or choking the life outta you moments prior.
Girl. Get it together, you are in danger! You screamed at yourself. Your pussy refused to comment.
Joker seemed to notice your inner struggle.
"All it takes is a lit-le bit of uhh stimulation, and she gives in! Don't be upset, Bunny! I own this pussy, of course she listens to me."
Joker leaned down and whispered in your ear, "A good pet listens to its master."
You moaned when he sped up. Joker was a wizard with his hands and used those powers to his advantage. He watched you try and fight your body's natural reaction and fail miserably. Your struggles made him stroke you harder.
More tears dotted your lashes as your orgasm crept up to the surface. His fingers felt too good scissoring their way inside your gummy walls. Joker could get you off in minutes and today was no different.
You didn't want this but your body spoke on your behalf.
The sound of your wet cunt gushing on Joker's fingers was the only sound in the stairwell besides your stifled moans. A blinding hot heat traveled up your spine and you knew you wouldn't last.
"Joker! I-I... I'm so–" Joker laughed as you came on his fingers and jerked in his hold.
You held it back for so long, your release seemed never ending and Joker (like always) talked you through it.
"That's it!! Give it to me Y/n. Such a good little pet all for me!" Your body turned on its side and Joker let your wrists go for now.
You curled into a ball and wept as the last shivers of pleasure tormented your body. You didn't see Joker loosening his tie and unbuckling his belt. He knew you would love this next bit. You always do.
So what if his arch enemy had a taste of his girl? He'd f__k some sense back into you. You were his and he did not share.
The next time J saw the masked hero, it was on sight. No more playing games; he was gonna kill the bat. No one touched what's his and lived to tell the tale.
Joker pulled his dick out and stroked it as he watched you pull yourself back together. You blinked back your afterglow and spoke.
"I'm s-sorry Joker. I... it won't happen again. It was a mista–" You looked up and saw J towering over you. Since when did he stand up?
Then your gaze fell to his dick. It looked bigger somehow. You watched it twitch right in front of your eyes before your gaze flickered back up to Joker.
He was laughing at your petrified look.
"Aww you think I'm gonna, uhhh, believe that ap-polo-gy? No. Open your mouth and work for your forgiveness."
He stepped closer and you shook your head, scooting away.
"Wait, J please I can.." Your back hit the wall and Joker blocked the only way out. He sucked his teeth when you cowered away. He reached out and grabbed the back of your hair to force you closer to his dick.
"Go on whore. Do what you're best at. SucK."
You shook your head and pushed against Joker's legs but he wasn't having it. He slapped you again and growled down at you, "I won'T repeat myself."
He didn't wait for you to make up any more excuses. He pried your mouth open with his tip before shoving the rest of his cock down your throat.
He used the grip on your head to force your mouth up and down his dick. "See?! It's not so.. hehe.. hard now is it?" He chuckled yet it faded into a groan.
He was doing all of the work but it still felt amazing. Joker didn't care if you couldn't breathe and he didn't care if you tapped your safe word on his leg. You didn't deserve that luxury.
In Joker's mind, you were just another tool for him to use and discard whenever he saw fit. Your needs didn't matter as long as he got his.
Joker felt you trying to pull away. He quickly slammed your head into the wall behind you. Your mouth opened wider in pain.
Joker made sure the only thing you could do was sit up and choke on his dick. He held your head still and began f__king your face since you didn't want to cooperate.
It was sloppy and wet but the sounds spurred Joker on. Your mouth was always his greatest weakness.
Your throat was bottomless and could take every last inch of him just like your pussy. Joker's hips lost their rhythm just thinking about your tight hole.
He wanted that. He needed to reclaim it.
It didn't matter that your affair with Batman happened days before you and Joker met or that it was truly a one time thing. You had options if you wanted another lover. Just the thought of you leaving him made Joker go insane.
You needed to be put in your place. You were his toy.
Joker was itching closer and close to his release but pulled out of your mouth with a groan.
You cried out and fell forward onto your hands, sucking in what much oxygen you could muster. Your jaw was sore and your voice was probably gone with the violent way Joker was using your throat.
He was so rough and didn't care about your wellbeing at all. He ignored the Morse code you tapped on his leg and the complete disregard for the safety system the two of you created, shattered your heart.
Joker didn't care anymore. He broke your trust with that single action.
You tried crawling away and Joker let you make it a few paces away before he dropped to his knees and dragged you back towards him by your ankle.
Sure enough, your voice was gone and only a broken cry escaped your mouth.
"Good. I didn't wanna hear you whining." Joker grumbled. He smacked your behind and slotted his wet dick in between your folds.
You kicked at J but he locked your legs in with his own and pushed your shoulders down onto the floor. You were bullied into doggystyle with your hands held tightly behind your back. You were completely restrained.
If anyone ever used the stairs, they would've seen Joker's sinister red grin as he slid in deep.
"Ahhh yessss. Still sooo wet! I just love how much you want this! Such a dirty little girl I have.. getting ngh.. off on being used. Isn't that right? Ya like being used huh pet?"
Joker shoved you face down on the dirty floor. "Don'T. Answer. I feel you squeezing down on me, f__k.. doll! I love it when you do that."
You felt sick for enjoying each drag of Joker's dick going in and out of your pussy. His swollen head felt amazing knocking against your g spot and his verbal assaults were equally degrading but they still made your head swim in desire.
You should hate this, hate Joker for treating you like trash. But he didn't hold back and showed you his true colors and a teeny tiny part of you loved that.
A rough Joker hit the spot in ways that frightened you.
His grip on your waist ached and he thoroughly enjoyed ramming his cock deeper to hear each hiccup you made. Every thrust burned in the best way and when he yanked your curls, you moaned dejectedly.
"Needy little slut.. Look at me." J craned your head back so you could look up at him from behind.
"Mouth, open it." You didn't question it. Your tongue lulled out and Joker grinned before spitting right down your throat. You recoiled but wisely swallowed.
He felt your pussy flutter around him and chuckled.
"Didn't have to tell you f__k, you're soo desperate! Ahh, soo obedient for me. Hmmm, were you a good cock slut for him too? Heh, course you were. You'd do anything for dick. Pathetic."
Joker pulled your hair again and you whined at the sting it left behind. His brutal strokes hadn't let up and they left you lightheaded and panting for air.
And Joker wanted to abuse that luxury. He let go of your hair to grab your neck from behind. You gasped and rested your hands on Joker's arm on instinct.
Normally in bed, Joker required that your hands be on him at all times so you could signal to him if he became too rough. But what use would it do since he completely disregarded your safe system?
He choked you with one hand and snaked his other down your body to play with your clit.
Your knees buckled once he found it and if it wasn't for J's hold on your neck, you would've crumbled to the floor.
Joker whispered dirty things into your ear but you couldn't hear a thing over the sound of your heart beating wildly. He was cutting off your air and as a result you were slipping fast.
"Oh no no no no no Bunny. None of that. Breathe."
He thrusted deep and released your throat which caused you to come on his dick.
The rush was unlike anything you've ever experienced. You didn't know whether to breathe it all in or pass out. You were high on oxygen and pleasure and crumbled to the floor in a semi comatose state.
You were floating but you could faintly feel Joker still beating up your walls. He followed your descent to the floor and caged you in with his body. You were bone tired and couldn't lift a finger, let alone try and stop him.
"Ah, p-please, J.. its too– ah! Too much!" You were still sensitive from your orgasm and, no surprise, Joker didn't care.
He continued to thrust himself deeper and deeper and panted on your shoulder in ecstasy. "S-Shut.. up n' take it. Take it. Take it. Take it. Take it.. yesss! Aww f-f__k! I'm gonna cum, pet."
You knew he was by the unabashed moans spilling from his lips. Joker sounded divine in the throes of passion and against your wishes, your pussy fluttered around him, prepping for another orgasm.
He felt it and hissed loudly. "Yeah, gimme another one, doll. I want it! Right. Now." Joker furiously rubbed your clit and snatched your orgasm right from under you.
Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as Joker's cock bottomed out for the final time. He emptied his seed into your greedy cunt with a feral groan.
"You're mine." Joker said and bit down on your shoulder, hard.
You screamed and tried to get away but Joker had you pinned underneath him. Your only option was to lie there and take whatever Joker had to offer.
And if you thought that Joker would come to his senses after sex and apologize, then you were sorely mistaken.
He lazily thrusted his dick one, or twice before pulling out with a sigh. Joker admired his work and located your torn shirt off to the side to wipe himself dry.
You whimpered at the sudden bereft feeling and hated that your pussy clenched around nothing in earnest. It aches for something you didn't want in the first place.
You didn't have the energy to lift your head but you heard Joker buckle his belt back and stand as if nothing happened.
"Catch your.. breath and meet me back in the uhh a-part-ment. I'm not done with ya."
Your eyes flew open when you heard his footsteps climb up the stairs. He was leaving you here, naked and bruised, only to find some strength and do this all over again upstairs?
He truly had lost his mind.
You must've whimpered because Joker stopped on the stairs and looked down. You met his cold gaze and shivered. Whatever smidgen of love that Joker held for you was long gone.
In its place was nothing but contempt. "Hurry up, pet. Don'T. Keep me waiting."
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papermint-airplane · 3 months
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Eleanor: Whoa whoa whoa, what do you mean 'who is Aiden'?! He's the Bachelor! You know, the whole reason we're competing in the first place?!
Angela: Surely you can't be serious!
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Rose: I am serious! 🤭 And don't call me--
Viridia: IF YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE, I WILL END YOU MYSELF.
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Eleanor: Gaaaaaaah, I hate you people.
Angela: Then I guess I need you to explain a lot more than the murder attempt because if you aren't competing for Aiden's heart -- the alleged premise of the show -- what are you competing for?
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Rose: I. keep. TELLING YOU! I want to WIN! 😠
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Angela: Yes, but win what?!
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Rose: Uggggh, you're so dense, it physically hurts. 😩
Viridia: STOP TALKING IN CIRCLES AND JUST EXPLAIN SOMETHING FOR ONCE!
Rose: Haven't you ever heard the expression 'winning isn't everything, it's the only thing'? 🙄
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Angela: Yeah, I've heard toxic Little League coaches say that to crying seven year olds. And?
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Rose: Seriously?! It's the principle I've based my entire life on! It's my mantra! My raison d'être! 👿
Viridia: WATCH OUT, SHE'S GOING FRENCH AGAIN.
Angel: So the whole reason you snuck back into the house, disguised yourself as a mime, sloppily painted your blue stripes purple, tried to kill Angela, and potentially scarred Aiden for life was...because of an expression everyone uses ironically?
Rose: It's not ironic to me, dammit! It's my sole purpose in life! Everyone knows that, even the Watcher! And she...she used it against me. 😓 She promised me that if I made the competition interesting for her, she'd let me back into the house.
Eleanor: Wait. What?! Say that again.
Rose: When I broke into her control room, she made me an offer: I'd get to come back and compete again as long as I did something to shake up the status quo. She was getting bored of you idiots. 🥱
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Angel: I-I can't believe this.
Bailey: I know what you mean...
Angel: One of us got to meet the Watcher in person and it wasn't me.
Rose: Look, Angel, if it makes you feel any better, she's not what you think. She's...crazy. 😦
Bailey: High praise coming from you.
Rose: And not only that, she seriously doesn't know how 'Earth reality shows' as she calls them work because holy shit, this whole thing has been one clusterfuck from the beginning. 🙄 She says it's a Bachelor-type dating show but she's run the whole thing like a survival show with the challenges and eliminations. I mean half of us haven't even met this Arwin-or-whatever, let alone been on a date with him. What sense does that make?! 😵
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Aiden: It's Aiden. I'm Aiden!
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Eleanor: You're right. I thought this whole thing was shoddily arranged but I've never seen any reality dating shows. For all I knew, this is how they're supposed to be.
Rose: Well I've seen hundreds of them, and believe me, this is not how they're supposed to be. Arlo is supposed to spend time with all of us one-on-one, not be shoved into a pod by himself ninety percent of the time. 😣 I don't know how they do shows like this back on her planet but it's not how we do it on Earth. 👽
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Eleanor: On...her...planet? The Watcher is an alien?
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Rose: Well duh. 😑 You couldn't tell? Why do you think she abducted us all at the casting call? She had to get us on more familiar turf.
Angel: That doesn't make any sense. The Watcher can't be an alien. She's an eternal extra-dimensional being of pure benevolence.
Viridia: WILL YOU SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR RELIGION, ALREADY?! CLEARLY SOMETHING ELSE IS GOING ON.
Eleanor: I knew it, we really are in the Lunar Lakes moon settlement. I could tell from the trees. But...why are we the only Sims here?
Rose: I don't know and I don't care. 🤨
Wow. You really exposed me to everyone, huh, Rose?
Rose: You exposed yourself! You should have just let me win from the jump and I wouldn't have had to tell everyone what I knew. 😖
I guess it really is a good thing I didn't tell you the whole plan, then, huh? Otherwise you'd have run your mouth to Aiden.
Rose: Yeah yeah, Argyle or whoever-the-fuck. Well, I held up my end of the bargain. You're going to call this whole thing off and just announce me the winner, riiiiight? 🤤
Why would I do that?
Rose: Because...I made things interesting for you, like we agreed on. 😕
Then why am I still bored?
Rose: I-- 😶
You haven't won anything, Rose. You're still the same loser you were when you walked into this place on the first day. And that's all you'll ever be.
Rose: ...
Nothing to say to that?
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Rose: I am going to kick. your. ass. 😡
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romanstheory · 8 months
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I'm The One a Jey Uso Fic pt 3/?
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Warnings: Arguing, Language
Word Count: 900
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Last Part
We wake the next morning to the sound of Jey's phone alarm, It's 5am. "Well good morning" Jey says throught his long stretch. "Good morning daddy" I say with a devilish grin. I was never the relationship type, but Jey has me thinking otherwise. Maybe it was the orgasm from las night talking, but he has me in a chokehold now. We get our things together and meet Jimmy in the lobby. Jey is grinning from ear to ear, walking with a little pep in his step. "Enjoy yourself last night?" I tease while we ride the elevator down to the first floor. "Best time of my life" Jey responds quickly "You look refreshed". It felt like he had me under a spell or something, but I was cool with it. I even liked it..... a lot.
He was soft yet assertive, caring yet dominate, sweet with spice. The perfect blend of everything, and good in bed. It was like he knew my body, what ways to push and apply pressure, when to be soft and when to pound me. I'm not sure what to call..... us right now...... but what ever we are I like it. Jey and I seemingly float through the hotel and to the lobby to meet Jimmy. Jimmy looks up from his phone and laughs "What the hell are you grinning about uce?" He chuckles. Jey tries to stop smiling when Jimmy looks over at me in lala land. "Oh I see, I'm the third wheel now" Jimmy laughs while we all head out the door.
The airport is crazy, I've always hated it. TSA is annoying, it's just so stressful. I huff my way through the entire clusterfuck that is the airport, and now we're waiting to board our plane. "So what y'all wanna do as far as Solo goes?" Jimmy says. "I think we should pop up on em at the show and get them to give us a match at SummerSlam". "Well there's three of us and two of them so unless they're feeling bold one of us is going to have to sit out" I begin "I have unfinished business with Solo, and Vince is already willing to bend the rules for me. I need this match..... I need to get him back". Jimmy nods. "Look uce I know you wanna get back and big dog but I need this too. I need to prove myself..... I need to shut him up" Jey says to Jimmy.
Jimmy ever had an issue with being ringside, so he was okay with doing it again for the sake of us getting our revenge. "Yall got it, I understand but I'm ringside because you know how Paul is" Jimmy says looking at both of us. We land in LA, the sun is almost blinding but it's beautiful. Our day of craziness begins...... Meetings, planning, hair, makeup, warming up. I keep catching Jey staring at me, his deep brown eyes make me melt like ice cream in the summer heat. No man has ever been able to do that to me before. Who would of thought i'd be head over heals for Solo's brother...... Not me.
"Alright I need you to stay outta the way because Solo is probably gonna be here soon" Jimmy says looking at me "I don't need you getting in trouble and ruining what we have planned". I huff and roll my eyes, Jimmy is right, I need to stay out of the way and be patient. I cant wait to get my hands on Solo. What he said to me after I lost my title rings in my head over and over again.
It's time.... Roman is opening the show doing his usual acknowledge me speech. USOOOOOO rings through the arena like lightening and out goes Jimmy and Jey shortly after I come out as well. Roman and Solo stand in the ring, disgust and shock smeared across their faces. My eyes lock on Solo, fierce and intense. "No no no no! Turn your asses around and get out of my ring" Roman demands. "Your ring?" Jimmy asks "Didn't you just get pinned by Jey in YOUR ring?". A scowl forms on Roman's face. "I think he meant MY ring" Jey adds. The twins and Roman carry on their banter as Solo and I engage in another cut throat stare off. "You know what, I'm not about the talking" I say looking at Roman and Solo "Jey and I have some unfinished business with you two". Roman cackles "So YOU wanna fight US? Little girl you could never"
I laugh getting closer to Roman "Seems like you're afraid to get knocked on your ass by a woman" I say. Jey looks at me, his eyes locking on my ass in my tight leather pants. Jimmy softly nudges him getting his head back in the game. "Ain't nobody scared of you" Roman says flustered. "Then prove it tribal bitch" I say, Jimmy and Jey's mouths hit the floor and they both laugh. The crowd begins chanting tribal bitch over and over again. "YOU CAN'T CALL ME THAT! RESPET ME! THIS IS MY SHOW!" Roman screams, throwing a fit "AT SUMMER SLAM BE PREPARED TO GET SMASHED!" The three of us laugh as the crowd continues to chant and Roman has a meltdown.... We did it!
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sissylittlefeather · 8 months
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A/N: here it is! I finally finished it! This could be a prequel to my other two, if you want it to be. Otherwise, it's just a fun 2nd person Elvis x fem!reader one-shot about a young and innocent Elvis on the night he becomes a man. There are most definitely historical inaccuracies, but let's just let those slide please 🥺. I'd love feedback, if you have any!
Warnings: Virgin Elvis, f/m p in v sex, fingering, lots of kissing, kind of a slow burn, unprotected sex, cussing, etc
Last thing: I'm using a gif of Austin Elvis and one of the real deal EP because you can imagine either one. Whatever makes your heart happy.
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Baby, What's Your Name?
You've always been bold for a girl of your generation. Your first kiss was your idea and you haven't been "innocent" for a while now. Not that you are open and available for anyone, you just don't hold back when it comes to falling in love.
The year is 1955 and your friend Margie has begged you to come with her to a concert tonight. You have class the next day, and you take your college studies very seriously, but you figure you can still get home at a decent hour. Apparently, there's a new singer that Margie is gushing over. She's heard from other girls that he's supposed to be "something to see". Margie doesn't have much else going on; school isn't exactly her thing. She'll tell anyone who'll listen that she's only there to find a husband. You roll your eyes at this thought and go back to flipping through your closet for something to wear.
"Y/n, just pick something! We're going to be late!" Margie begs, pouting. You settle on a pink and white gingham sundress, sweeping your hair into a ponytail and tying it with a matching pink ribbon. You barely get your shoes on before Margie drags you out the door of your room on campus.
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The crowd is almost entirely female. "Who is this guy?" You think to yourself. Oh well, no matter. Hopefully it'll be over soon and you can go home and get in bed. It's already late and it's a warm night for September. Margie is bouncing around next to you in her seat.
"Oh my gosh, I just can't wait until he comes out! Eliza said he's the cutest thing she's ever seen!" You roll your eyes again. You do that a lot around Margie. You didn't pick her to be your roommate; the university did. Still, she's been a decent friend, even if she's a little ditsy and boy crazy.
Finally, the other acts are finished and the announcer comes out to let you know this new artist is coming out.
"Please welcome to the stage Elvis Presley!"
The crowd goes absolutely insane. You start to wonder if maybe you've been studying too much. How could you not know this man that everyone else is so crazy for?
He walks out to the middle of the stage. He's wearing a pink jacket that matches the color of your dress. You're surprised to find that he's much more attractive than you imagined he would be, with his boyish smirk and black hair. You sit up a little straighter in your chair, but a group of girls has gathered in the front standing up, so you can't really see anymore from your seat.
Margie grabs your hand, "Come on! Let's go up there!"
"No, no I'm okay here."
Then he starts to sing. Your heart skips a beat and something deep in your stomach turns over. You stand up without even thinking, trying to see better. Margie takes the opportunity and grabs your hand. You don't fight back as she drags you up to the stage.
When you get close enough to really be able to see him, the thing in your stomach flip flops again. He's moving. And not just, like, tapping his foot. He's moving his legs and his hips in ways you didn't even think was possible... not in public, at least. The thing in your stomach moves deeper in your body to the place between your legs. You are drawn to him like he's got some kind of spell on you. More girls press in behind you, but thanks to Margie, you were up there pretty early and you're only one row back from the stage.
You need him. You need him to notice you and want you too. You start racking your brain for what you can do to get his attention. Every other girl around you is screaming like a fool. That won't work. They're also reaching for him like they might pull him off the stage if he gets close enough. He's moving around the stage quite a bit, but he's very careful never to get too close. If only you had something to throw... but you don't have anything in your hands, no bracelets or anything, and the ribbon from your ponytail isn't heavy enough to make it all the way to the stage. He's singing a slower song now, playing his guitar and looking around the crowd. Somehow, his blue eyes make contact with yours and your heart stops. You become acutely aware of your panties and the place on your body directly under them.
Wait. That's it! That would certainly get his attention. And you could easily get them off with the crowd surrounding you. Also, your full skirt that goes all the way to your knees will keep anyone from really knowing they're missing. You start working them down your thighs and Margie notices you wiggling next to her.
"What are you doing?!"
"Don't worry about it."
Finally, you feel your panties hit your ankles and rest on your shoes. It's nearly impossible with the crowd pressing in around you, but you manage to get them off your feet and into your hand. You take a second to thank the heavens that you were wearing pretty pink ones with lace, and not your laundry day undies. You look up to the stage, assessing how hard to throw them to make it right to where he's standing. After spending years playing baseball with your brothers as a kid, you're pretty confident you can get them there.
You take one last look at him; he's holding the mic at an angle, leaned over it and singing with his whole body. The second he finishes the song and stands up, you use all the strength in your arm and calculations you've just done and throw...
They land perfectly at his feet. You couldn't have possibly done any better if your life depended on it. Margie and the other girls directly around you stop and look at you, trying to figure out what you've thrown on the stage.
"Now, what's this?" He asks, picking your panties up from his feet and holding them up. When he realizes what they are, he blushes deeply.
"Well, that's something I didn't expect." He laughs into the mic and looks out into the audience to try to figure out who has given him such an awkward gift. The other girls are staring at you with their mouths open, so it's not hard for him to figure out. Your blush matches his, though, so he simply nods his head slightly in your direction, puts your panties in his pocket quickly and quietly, and moves on to his next song. The girls go back to screaming and you feel various others in the crowd wiggling like you did just minutes ago. Before he can even finish the song, panties are flying on stage left and right. He starts laughing, "ladies, I'm very flattered, but this is really unnecessary!"
The announcer rushes back out onto the stage, stepping between Elvis and the microphone.
"Thank you, Mr. Presley, for such a lovely show! Now, that's the end of our program for the evening, everyone. Thanks for coming out and be safe on your way home!"
You feel a little guilty for ending his set early with your panty-throwing, but you didn't make all those other girls go crazy. Still, you wish he would stay up there forever, singing and moving his hips. You're not ready for this feeling to go away. Another crazy thought enters your head. Maybe you'll try to get your panties back...
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It wasn't hard to figure out where he is staying. There's really only one nice motel in town and the cars from his tour caravan are in the parking lot. You managed to convince Margie to go on home, so you're alone. You're a little nervous, walking into the motel office, but your boldness wins out.
"Hi. I need to know which room Mr. Presley is in."
"Yeah, you and every other girl in town."
"Right, but he asked for me. Call him. I just forgot the room number." It's a flimsy lie and you know it. The motel worker picks up the phone and dials "121".
"Never mind, I was lying. You caught me. I had to try though, right?" You chuckle softly as you back out of the office. Once you're outside, you head straight to room 121. When you get there, you have a sudden attack of nerves. It's so late at night and you're about to knock on the door of a man you've never actually met. This is crazy.
You're standing there trying to decide what to do when the door opens and he almost walks straight into you.
"Oh, I'm sorry darlin', I didn't even see you there." You're frozen to the spot, speechless at his closeness to you as he stands in the doorway of his motel room. He explains something about wanting to talk to someone about how to keep the show going, even if the crowd gets rowdy.
"But I'm not sure why I'm telling you this. Why are you here?" His brows knit together in the center of his forehead.
"Me? I'm just... well... I believe you have something of mine." Again, your boldness beats your fear and you walk past him into his room. He looks out the door and around nervously before closing it gently and turning around to face you. The curtains are pulled shut tightly and the glow from the lamps makes everything in the room kind of orange.
"Something of yours? Honey, I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."
"Something I threw on the stage." You look him dead in the eyes, hoping he'll recognize you.
"Oh. Oh! It's you!" Thank heavens, he does recognize you. He blushes again, not as deeply this time, but the memory is affecting him.
"I do have something of yours, but I have no intention of giving them back." He smiles playfully and walks across the room to where his jacket is hanging on the back of a chair. He pulls your panties out of his jacket pocket and holds them tightly in his fist.
"The way I see it, you gave me these, fair and square."
"Well, I wasn't really thinking, and it's weird not wearing any..." you realize what you've just told him and his eyes slowly drift to just below your waist before he snaps them back up to meet your eyes again. He swallows hard and you stand there awkwardly, not sure what to say next. You walk across the room to him and reach for your panties. He holds them up high over your head and pouts.
"Do you really want them back?"
You're standing so close to him now that you can feel him breathing. Your heart is in your throat with the sensation of his closeness. You don't want your panties back. You want something else entirely.
"No..." you whisper quietly, trying to signal him that he could kiss you if he wants to, that he should kiss you.
Somehow, he reads your signals correctly and leans in slowly. He moves carefully watching for signs that this isn't what you want, but your upturned face and eyes closed softly are exactly what he's hoping for. When his lips finally touch yours, they're gentle, but soon after he drops your panties on the floor and grabs your face with both hands. His lips part yours and his tongue dips into your mouth hungrily. He moves his hands to your waist and you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a more passionate kiss. You're locked together like this for some time, kissing, before you realize his hands are shaking lightly. He pulls out of the kiss and puts his forehead on yours, breathing heavily.
"You kiss me like this much more, darlin' and I'm not sure I'll be able to stop."
"I don't want you to stop."
He pulls back and looks at you, his mouth hanging open in mild shock. You can't figure out why he's so nervous. You're saying "yes" in every way you know how. He swallows again deeply and blushes a little.
"Aw, now, honey, don't say things you don't mean. I've never..."
Your eyes widen in disbelief. His nervousness is starting to make sense. He's never done this before. He's a virgin.
The realization makes you smile and you giggle a little at the thought. This man, who dances on stage like he does this every other night, has never actually been with a woman.
"Well, it's not that funny." He pouts again.
"No, I'm sorry, it's not funny at all. But if you don't want to do this, tell me now. Because I won't let you if you really don't want to." You smile reassuringly, but your body is aching for him to touch more of you.
"I didn't say I don't want to." He goes in for another deep and passionate kiss, his tongue moving in ways you'd never imagined. All you can think about is his tongue touching you in other places and that warm spot between your legs gets even warmer. He picks you up by the waist, lifting your feet off the floor just enough to carry you to the bed. Laying you gently on the bed, he stops for a second and looks at you laying there in your pink gingham dress. You prop yourself up on your elbows and kick off your shoes.
"What?"
"Nothing... I just... pink is my favorite color." He mumbles before laying on the bed next to you. You're both laying on your sides facing each other and he begins to undress you carefully, first untying the ribbon in your hair. Then he slides his hand down your back to unzip your dress. The zipper ends where your panties should be, but aren't, and as his fingers brush your skin, you tingle all over. His hand travels back up to the latch of your bra. He fumbles with it for a bit, his fingers trembling, before he finally gets it unclasped. You become keenly aware that all he has to do is slide your dress forward and down and you'll be completely naked. You can see by the bulge in his pants that he's had this thought too. You put your hand up to his face, cupping his cheek.
"You're sure this is what you want?"
"Honey, I've never been more sure of anything in my life." He pulls your dress and bra forward and off of you, standing up to drop it on the floor with your shoes. Now you can really see his hardness pushing against his pants. He takes his shirt off and you sit up to unbutton his pants, letting them drop to the floor next to the pile of your clothes.
Now you're both naked. You touch him gently and he sighs and looks up at the ceiling. After a few seconds of this, he almost can't stand it anymore, so he lays you down on the bed, crawling on top of you, still trembling, but obviously gaining confidence. He presses his lips to yours again and you rub your tongue along his bottom lip before he opens his mouth into a deeper kiss. His hand moves down your body, stopping to caress your breast and run his thumb over your nipple. His hand shakes less and less as he moves further down your torso to your hip. He rolls to the side a little and walks his fingers over to the place between your legs. You open them just enough for him to slip a finger inside you. You let out a small moan against his mouth as he moves his finger in and out and in again. You stop kissing him and look into his eyes, reaching down to his hand. Gently, you guide his thumb to the spot that makes your stomach turn over and your heart beat faster.
"Here. Do circles." He listens eagerly and does exactly as you tell him. He feels the knot harden as he massages it, so he keeps up a consistent rhythm. You lose the ability to give him further instruction-- he doesn't need it anyway-- as the pleasure builds up between your legs. You can feel yourself approaching your climax and prepare yourself for the fireworks. He's watching you so closely, taking cues from your body about what to do next. He puts his finger back in you, doing a tickling motion with his fingertip against your insides. You might burst with all the electricity flowing through your body.
"Oh! Yes! Fuck!" You cry out as the ecstatic release washes over you and you begin to pulse around his finger. He smiles widely, amused by your cussing and pleased with his ability to give you an orgasm on his first try. You're not exactly sure how he managed it, but you really don't care. You're still riding your body high. He moves his hand back to your hip and you feel your wetness on his fingers. He's kissing you again, grinding his hardness against your thigh. Despite your release, you're ready for more of him inside you. You reach down again, wrapping your hand around him softly and moving his hips to line up with yours. You put his tip against yourself and pull back from his kiss.
"Last chance to back out." He smiles and looks directly into your eyes. Then, he pushes forward with his hips, just like he did on stage, filling you entirely. The sensation almost overwhelms him and he sets his forehead on your shoulder.
"Oh fuck, baby." Now it's your turn to smile at him for cussing.
"It actually gets better." He lifts his head off your shoulder to look into your eyes and there's an excitement in his that almost makes you laugh out loud. Instead, you plant a kiss on his lips and wrap your legs around his waist. He starts to pump in and out rhythmically. You're not surprised that he's good at this part. You've seen him move on stage. Still, you know he probably won't last too long, since it's his first time, and there's more you want to show him. You release him from your legs and push him off of you and onto his back.
"Oh no baby what...?" With one leg on either side of his hips, you lower yourself onto him. He nearly loses his mind as the change in angle changes the sensation. He moans deeply and grabs your hips, guiding your movement as you ride him. His pleasure is building up and you know he's close as you slide up and down. You move faster and faster, pushing him toward his climax.
"Oh fuck, shit, fuck baby!" He yells as you feel him shudder underneath you and fill you with his warmth. He moans loudly as you move up and down a few more times to really push him over the edge. With him still inside you, you lean forward and lay on his chest. He wraps his arms around you.
"Wow, honey, that was... wow." You smile against his chest, satisfied with your work. After a good amount of time in this position, you move off of him and lay down next to him on your back. He props himself up on his elbow and turns to face you.
"How soon can we do it again?" You chuckle at his eagerness as you realize you won't be making it back to your room tonight. Suddenly, his eyebrows come together on his forehead in worry and you rearrange yourself to look him in the face, mildly concerned at his expression. You brace yourself for some kind of confession. Instead, he smiles and innocently asks:
"Baby... what's your name?"
You erupt in peals of laughter, wrapping your arms around him and rolling over on top of him. You think of the panties on the floor of his motel room, so glad that Margie dragged you to the concert tonight. This might be the beginning of something wonderful.
"My name is..."
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If you could write an MHA rewrite, what arcs would you redo and how would you develop certain characters like Katsuki and Izuku?
I've discussed some of this elsewhere but I don't feel like tracking it down again.
For the plot rewrite, I'd leave everything mostly the same up until Kamino. I'd introduce Stain earlier, via a news broadcast or Izuku's fanboy hobby having him see articles about him. I'd also plant seeds about the HPSC sooner, like having Stain explicitly sentenced to Tartarus without trial. I'd also find a way to namedrop Lady Nagant sooner as someone in Tartarus who used to be a Pro Hero. I'd also have Detnerat appear a few times, in advertisements or at the shopping mall, etc. Maybe Hatsume can mention them and call them hacks or something.
As for the more substantial changes, we start at Kamino Ward, where All For One would launch some kind of desperation move against All Might that results in his own death, or otherwise be similarly fatally hoist by his own petard.
Then I'd start getting a bit crazy.
With All For One dead, there's suddenly a massive criminal power vacuum. Overhaul's arc can stay mostly the same, but other criminals and groups should be plotting and acting as well--such as the Meta Liberation Army, who we would be indirectly introduced to early as a shadowy criminal conspiracy with serious money and ties.
There would be no Quirk transfer; Shigaraki would take over the League, find his own motivation and go from a screaming manchild to a Well-Intentioned Extremist shifting his focus away from All Might and UA to Hero Society as a whole, targeting the HPSC or Top Heroes, or other similar symbols of society.
The final battle between Midoriya and Shigaraki would happen during a showdown between multiple Villain factions vying for the power and influence left behind by AFO and the Heroes attempts to stop them. This would end the first year.
With AFO dead and the League defeated, the Second Year starts out much calmer, we get some more worldbuilding, the Work Studies are back, everyone's happily talking about what they've learned--and we smash cut to Re-Destro murdering a Pro Hero. Ideally one we've been introduced to before but not a major character. Someone like Native or Manual, that we've only really seen in passing.
The audience is finally introduced properly to the Meta Liberation Army, who up until now have been supply Support Gear to the previous Villain Groups but staying out of the fighting. With pretty much all of their opposition gone, they move to seize the criminal underground and massive political clout in the public. Trumpet campaigns for the Diet. MHA becomes a conspiracy thriller as the MLA's enemies are targeted for assassination and multiple 'unconnected' groups move with their gear and backing.
This arc has a major theme about Quirklessness and Quirkless discrimination, and the effects its had on Midoriya and Bakugou.
Eventually, the Heroes are able to track the conspiracy back to the MLA--thanks to Hawks spying for the HPSC--and raid Deika City for the final battle, and Re-Destro gets wrecked by a joint effort of Heroes he dismissed as weaklings with pathetic Quirks or something. End Year Two.
Year Three, their final year at UA, and the HPSC is sweating bullets, and all the planted seeds about their shady shit pays off in full. The HPSC goes full authoritarian, cracking down on personal freedoms in the name of their definition of Safety. Shit goes to hell in a handbasket. Hawks is suddenly a major antagonist. 1-A (now 3-A) is forced to go on the run to avoid arrest.
This arc focuses a lot on the nature of Justice and is far more blatant about its societal commentary.
In the end, Midoriya becomes the Greatest Hero by defeating Hawks and apprehending the HPSC President for her various crimes against humanity.
Smash cut to seven years later for the epilogue showing some about the new society and how it's better, while seeing where all the characters ended up. Namely, they're all getting together to throw a big party to celebrate that Eri (now 15) has been accepted into UA.
As for the character arcs, there's only a few things I'd tweak. I'd have Bakugou acknowledge his similarities to Endeavor at his worst and his not-exactly Heroic tendencies about murdering Midoriya, and rework his apology to take more responsibility and not do it in front of a crowd. Bakugou would also lose in the Ground Beta fight or whatever rematch replaces it.
Midoriya's fine, though I'd add more about how his past has fucked him up and makes him assume things about people based on those experiences, such as 'teachers always hate me' and 'no one could possibly like me.'
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SOTU - 2024
Well, I'm forcing myself to watch the State of the Union while I grade speeches, so I figured I'd record my reactions and thoughts here.
Do I hope for the words "Immediate Ceasefire"? Absolutely. Will we get them? Looking at the track record, probably not. But I remain optimistic because otherwise I'd be six feet under by now; ANYWHO here is a list of my reactions/thoughts/general feelings of the evening's watch.
I do want to give a point of clarity: I technically am identified as a democrat; truly, I'm a socialist, but seeing as how the U.S. is stuck in this godforsaken two-party-system, that is where I am. Though both sides have me feeling very french-revolutionary-esque.
Of course the first thing I see if MTG rifling through her purse on screen. I quite literally despise her.
AP is discussing Ukraine's need for weapons and funding; I would truly rather us align with Ukraine than Isr@el. I will stand unapologetically firm for Palestine and Ukraine.
Who is actually in the cabinet? I know Blinken, Garland, and Buttiegeg. Damn, wish he was running again. Would rather have him than Biden.
How insane is it that the Sec. of Defense didn't even let the White House know that he had to go in for surgery because of cancer. Like, that's just bonkers to me.
Republicans truly look like fucking robots right now. No warm greetings, no hellos, simple nods.
Republicans out here wasting fucking time with that impeachment of Mayorkas. Like how about we house the homeless populations with the money they wasted on this circus.
Oh funky fresh look at the Ultra-Mormon(TM) Mitt Romney.
MTG with that stupid fucking MAGA hat on is just... disgusting. Like this bitch is crazy.
Okay Joe, speed it up down the fucking aisle please. I got papers to grade.
Lowkey Joe looks like he might have had a five-hour energy drink with that big-ole look in his eyes.
I do appreciate that Joe still smiles and is kind to MTG. She truly doesn't deserve it.
Okay this is getting just a wee bit too monarchy for me.
MTG holds up a button saying "Laken Riley..." (couldn't read the rest). Riley was a 14 year old girl murdered by a man who was an illegal immigrant of venezuela, and instead of handling this situation with grace, empathy, and love; MTG and others seem to be capitalizing on her death to push their anti-immigration rhetoric.
Okay, cool selfie skills Joe, but let's get on with it.
ALSO HOW IS JOE BIDEN GONNA BE SO IN DEPTH WITH TECH AND "Savvy" WITH IT WHEN MOTHERFUCKER WANTS TO BAN TIKTOK!? Hello?!
BERNIE AND RAPHAEL! I feel like I haven't seen these guys in 10 million years.
Oh thank god we're starting.
Aww the little hand shake thingy he does with Kamala makes my heart happy.
Did Joe just yell "tony"?!
Wow, even got some republicans clapping for him (probs not a good thing but here we are)
Okay, good bit of humor at the top; and a throwback to the 40s. Funky fresh.
Yeah we ain't living in ordinary times for damn sure.
Interesting point of democracy being attacked here in the U.S. AND Internationally. (Mentions Ukraine and Putin; no word on Gaza yet).
Someone busted out a Ukrainian flag and shook it; rock on.
OH SHIT HE GOT MIKE JOHNSON TO CLAP!
Appreciate the insistance that the U.S. won't send troops to UKR.
Good use of Reagan to connect with the Repubs; and compare to the predecessor (aka Tr*mp).
Mike Johnson nodding instead of clapping about the predecessor comment, trying to save his ass in Orange Man's eyes.
Welcome to NATO, Sweden!
If there is one thing that should connect Democrats and Republicans; it's hatred for Putin. Yet there's a mix of Repubs standing in agreement and sitting to back up the predecessor's comment on Putin doing "whatever the hell he wants"
Talking about Jan 6. What breaks my heart? My parents still believe it wasn't an insurrection. Yikes on Bikes for me.
The line "You can't love your country only when you win" hits hard and even got Mike Johnson to applaud in agreement.
Foreign AND Domestic. Need a hefty focus on that with the right-wing republican group (@ MTG, Gaetz, Cruz, etc.)
Discussing IVF in Alabama; good connection to the overturning of Rowe v. Wade. It sucks that Republicans HAVE THE POWER to protect IVF nationally but shot the damn bill down not even a week ago.
ABORTION IS A HUMAN RIGHT. BODILY AUTONOMY IS A HUMAN. FUCKING. RIGHT. (@ The Missouri Senators who support taking away bodily autonomy).
WOMEN AREN'T WITHOUT ELECTORAL AND POLITICAL POWER; WE ABOUT TO TURN UP IN FORCE MOTHERFUCKERS!!! Bring back the strats from the 1900s; time to use our power and go bonkers.
Someone get Joe a glass of water please. Motherfucker looks a bit parched and keeps coughing. I get that when my throat goes dryyy
Can Biden not restore RvW? Can he not by an executive order make RvW the law of the land already?
Revisiting COVID's start from 2020 (Next week is the four year anniversary since the global pandemic).
PFFT idk who just yelled "LIES" but that was comical AF.
Well, the pandemic still controls a big part of our lives... so...don't agree with that shit.
Man, everyone sitting-and-standing must be getting a HELLA calf work out.
Sure, unemployment is down and new jobs are built; but corporate greed is quite literally killing us. Can Congress or Biden do something, damn it?!
Are we beginning to feel it, though? Are we feeling good economics? I doubt we are.
Good job pointing out how both parties have failed to buy american products, but how this admin has established that.
There's a good two rows of Republicans who stand in applause; but the rest just... sit there. Like robots. It's freaky as fuck.
Joe is actually doing pretty great with the flow of this speech. Only a couple of stumbles, but overall pretty gucci. (He'd get a 9/10 on delivery in my public speaking class).
God these fuckers are really gonna make me run for office at this damn point.
Removing poisonous lead pipes... but there's still a water crisis in Flint, Biden. Like, what the fuckeroni do you mean?
Yes, let's invest in family farms; lets stop selling our farmland (especially in Missouri) to foreign countries (@ China buying up TONS of Missouri Farmland).
I love that the UAW president is here, because he straight up is my kind of people. Dude wears eat-the-rich shirts and calls out the unethical-ness of billionaires.
UAW President pointing to Biden saying "It's you!"; nah dawg, it's you Sean.
MIDDLE CLASS DID BUILD THE COUNTRY AND UNIONS BUILT THE MIDDLE CLASS MOTHER FUCKERS!!!
Yes we get back up but right now...we might be getting more french revolutionary-esque if y'all don't stop PLAYING WITH OUR LIVES.
Oh jesus not the 4-more-years chants.
Oh now we talking about the future
YES PLEASE END TRICKLE DOWN ECONOMIES.
Says he's not anti-corp; but points out how trickle down economics has only helped the wealthy.
Yeah, how the fuck does it hurt the wealthy to pay just a weeee bit more in taxes? Like dawg, what are you gonna do with another million? What's the point?
Ooooh is Biden about to rope the repubs into some bipartisan shit? Please do.
What is Republicans huge issue with capping insulin? Truly? Who does it harm? Billionaires still get billions.
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Nyan IV - Catoru all day
Previous part , Special
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a/n: Catoru's photos are cute
Catoru all day...
This is something you thought you'd go crazy before. 
Satoru was most often a cat, but most of the time he changed into a human. That's why you always had a moment to take a break from that white fur.
Even though his fur was very soft and fluffy, it was still like that...
His fur was everywhere. He wanted you to comb him out. And combing such fur is a challenge. 
As a human, his hair is completely different from what he has as a cat. 
Even though he practically brought you the brush himself and lay on his back purring. Sometimes he asked for his fur to be brushed. 
You couldn't have a haircut him. He didn't want you to cut his fur. The scissors broke once, you don't know why. 
If only his fur was a little shorter...
His tail is everywhere!
He is so fluffy, but this has become your bane.
So you clean his fur. Just enough. Then it is always clean and soft. There are no tangles in its white fur.
You don't know why he said he'd be a cat one day. 
You asked Suguru about it. He also doesn't know anything. And you asked him to tell you the truth.
There was no bet. 
Suguru can change into a cat and a human constantly. Same as Satoru.
In the morning, right after you woke up, he turned into a human and said that he would be a cat all day long. And without any excuse, he turned into a white purr and lay down next to your face.
Of course, his fur was everywhere...
He doesn't have a fur as long as Sugu.
Suguru is fluffy and has long fur. 
The tail with long fur, a little shorter on the legs and body, and on the neck again longer, but more fuzzy. He's all messed up. 
And Satoru...
His hair is everywhere.
He is very fluffy. The white fur is messy. Like a walking white (big) fluffy. 
They are both like that, but at least Suguru will let you take care of yourself.
But still, the dark-haired one won't let you cut his hair, as well as his cat's fur. 
So this is the same as you get from Satoru. They let you comb out. 
You don't know what's with their bathwater.
Because they want you to bathe them as cats and also for you to bathe them as humans. 
Why do they need two baths... 
They are not naturally cats. They are the people who turn into cats. To piss you off, probably.
So it's not a crime that you love them romantically...
And also that you share a bed...
And also that wild things are happening in this bed... 
Since they're not born animals, you're not a zoophile. 
And you don't want to be that. You don't get excited to see your cats.
But if they are human... They make you do so much more than with them as cats. 
They are more like people and no one can say otherwise.
They don't eat cat food. They only eat human food. 
They do not use their tongue to wash themselves, only in the bathtub. 
And you really have no idea so far whether they pamper themselves in the litter box or not.
They don't have a litter box in the bathroom. And you don't know what they prefer.
You don't even want to think about it.
Because now you can only think of the white fur you see as Satoru walks around. Tail up, a slight smile on the face. And so sweetly he picks his paws.
Over and over again. 
You were walking out of the bedroom. You know Suguru was in the kitchen. He always sat there drinking his morning coffee. As a human being.
As a cat, he wouldn't be able to drink it. Too much caffeine for a body as small as cats.
You started walking that way. You can at least eat breakfast and drink coffee with it in peace. 
But as always.
Catoru...
You don't want to call him that, but you have no choice. He's a cat now.
You saw white fur run between your legs as you walked. 
He sat down a meter in front of you.
As always, this man is just a cat a thief.
Your candies...
He got up and slowly began to walk away.
"Satoru. I told you I'd buy you these mochi. But I don't want to go anywhere today..." you said to him quickly.
He turned to you and looked straight at your face. He tilted his head slightly to the side. 
"I promise I'll buy you this. I'll go to the store tomorrow..." 
After you said that, he just turned and started walking towards the kitchen.
"Satoru!" You screamed when you started running after him.
Suddenly he made a spin and went back to the bedroom.
Then he made a circle again and ran in the other direction.
If he runs into the kitchen, Suguru can catch him.
Your thought cannot succeed in this world.
Because Suguru just in one moment left the kitchen, standing in the aisle.
Satoru paused at the sight of him.
If he had kept running, he would have hit him for sure. The white cat looked quickly around. Suddenly he started running around the living room and ran out onto the balcony. You follow him.
And when you almost caught him, you were stopped.
Suguru's hand wrapped around your belt.
You looked at the dark-haired man.
"You're crazy?" He asked with a serious face. "Are your sweets more important than your life?"
You looked at where you are now. You were standing on the balcony with your arms outstretched. To catch a white cat.
"Sorry... And thanks..." you murmured holding his hand over which your belly hung. "Wait a moment... Where is Satoru?!"
You started looking around. The house was quiet so he couldn't be there. And he wasn't on the balcony either.
Suguru didn't seem to care as much as you do. 
Releasing your grip, you looked down. There was no white stain on the sidewalk under your apartment. Or worse, red and splattered.
"Meow."
You heard meowing. 
You looked at Suguru. He was still standing there. As a human being. You thought maybe he turned into a cat.
So it had to be something else.
"Meow."
Here we go again.
You looked up.
Your cat was hovering over the railing. Same white and unruly. He still held a small, colorful packet in his teeth. His tail hung in the air.
Why is he flying?
"Wha–" you opened your mouth to say something.
But how can a cat fly?
Suguru's hand reached up to him and he brought him closer. He was holding the furry, pulling the sweets out of his teeth. He tossed it onto the couch.
They both looked at you.
You were frozen.
It must have come as a shock to you. And it's great.
He moved closer. Satoru touched your arm with a soft paw. You looked at them for a moment.
Then your eyes fell on Satoru.
This cat is flying...
No, it's not possible. Maybe you slept too little...
"You know what... I'm going to bed... I can see cats levitating now..."
You went straight to the bedroom and fell back on the bed.
"First the cats that turn into humans, now the flying cat... What else..." You muttered to yourself.
You felt something touch your belly.
You looked there.
Satoru climbed on you. Again.
His paws dug into your skin until he suddenly rose to your chest. 
It wrapped around your breast.
"But this perverted cat is normal..." you laughed as you pulled him off your chest. "I dreamed it... Toru, I'm sorry..."
"Purr."
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"Sugu, I'm sorry about that... I was sleepy..." you muttered walking into the kitchen.
You followed Satoru as he walked off of you on his own.
Stopped with a cup of coffee for you.
Suddenly a cat jumped on his shoulder. Satoru hung his front paws on his shoulder and kept moving his hind legs to somehow support himself and not fall off his friend's shoulder. 
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"I made you coffee. Hope you will be well. And what you've seen before is–"
"It's a dream." You muttered with a smile.
You walked over to him, taking a warm mug in your hands. 
You kissed his cheek to say thank you.
When you heard Satoru's merry grunt, you kissed his forehead as well.
Whenever his ears were floppy, he was jealous.
As he stepped down from Suguru's shoulder, he suddenly disappeared.
You didn't know where, but you started drinking coffee with your other boyfriend.
Suddenly Suguru got up and went to the cupboard.
He had an assumption as to the whereabouts of Satoru.
He knew his friend enough. 
Suguru never wanted to upset you somehow. Especially not showing you everything so suddenly. But the levitating cat must come as a shock to you. If you saw a cat teleport you would also be shocked.
He opened a cupboard to look there.
Just as he expected.
Satoru sat there eating the last cookie.
He looked at him before putting his head into the carton.
"... I think your lost cat is found." Suguru said to you.
"Huh?" 
You turned your head towards him.
You put your mug on the table and looked at it and the cabinet.
Something white that moves...
In the cabinet?
You got up and walked over to him.
"No..." you groaned looking at the cat.
Now, the cat is completely in a cardboard box. 
You saw his back as well as his head in little crumbs.
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You grabbed a cardboard-cat.
You didn't know how to get it out.
You grabbed him in the center and tilted him forward so that his head was facing the floor.
"Meooow~." he meowed long as it slipped out of the carton. 
He landed on his paws and immediately began rubbing against your legs, purring.
"You–"
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"Suguru, you want ice cream?" you asked standing by the fridge.
"And you're gonna give me this?" He said seductively. 
Another pervert at home.
"Suguru..." You moaned seriously.
"I joked. But yes. We can eat. And Satoru–"
"What the fuck?!" suddenly he heard your loud scream.
He went to see you as soon as he could to make you all right.
He saw you standing next to the freezer, staring at the open drawer.
White fur... Again...
Satoru was sitting in a small drawer where the ice cream normally is.
"You fucking cat..." The dark haired man growled. 
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It was too small for him so his tail was sticking out from the other side.
You pulled him out quickly.
You wondered how he got in there. And how miraculously he was not cold.
Fed up with everything, you lay down on the couch.
Suguru kept Satoru in the kitchen. 
Or rather, Satoru was sitting with him.
Suddenly you felt your phone vibrating.
You looked over there to see that you had a video chat with Suguru.
You looked at the screen. Satoru's sweet face greeted you.
Until you had to take a screenshot.
Only Suguru was in the background.
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You smiled.
Catoru is hell. And you know it exactly.
This cat is everywhere.
But you just love him as much as Suguru.
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