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would’ve could’ve should’ve (alhaitham x gn!reader)
SALUTATIONS. would’ve could’ve should’ve
ADDRESSED. alhaitham (w/ gn!reader)
STAMPS. in which you break up with alhaitham and he sees you again one year later.
CONTENT. angst/no-comfort, ooc!alhaitham (?), break-up, grammar errors, it’s mentioned that alhaitham has past lovers (which are not canon)
POST-SCRIPT. expect more angst fics coming soon while waiting for evermore <33 !!
LINKS. masterlist \ taglist
Alhaitham is a rational man.
It’s what helps him focus on important things that benefit him. It’s what helps him know what’s necessary or not. It’s what helps him seek truths and knowledge. It’s what helps him choose decisions without his emotions getting in the way. It’s what makes him not an emotional man.
That’s why it’s easy for him to oblige and agree when you ask for a break up. To him, relationships are just partnerships that bring beneficial things. He expected this relationship to end just like his other ones, so he wasn’t too surprised with your request.
Alhaitham could only watch you pack your things and leave the place as he bids you goodbye and wishes you well. That’s the last time he ever saw you.
He thought you’re like everyone else who got to be in a relationship with him — and for your information, he makes sure to treat them all well — you enjoy your time with him, and then break up with him.
However, unlike the relationships he had, his relationship with you is… different.
Unlike with his other relationships, his relationship with you was the longest one — to the point where you even moved in with him in his home and spent time together working in his office.
When you left, his home was a bit… emptier and quiet. He tells himself that it’s just because he got used to your presence around this place. It’s not like he misses the sounds of you humming to a song while working in his office.
It’s not like he misses seeing you in the kitchen looking through the refrigerator. It’s not like he misses seeing you in the living room reading a book, nor does he miss seeing you in the bedroom waiting for him, reading yet another novel that sparks your interest.
It’s not like he misses you dragging him outside to take him to restaurants or shops, nor does he miss you hugging him from behind and watching him work.
Besides that, his office feels strangely suffocating. He always finds himself glancing at a certain spot, only to find nothing there. He couldn’t stand staying in his office for too long, and he doesn’t know why.
He doesn’t miss anything from your relationship. Not at all.
Even when he always expects to hear the sounds of you rushing towards him for a hug when he comes home, even when he expects to see you in the bedroom, and even when he’s always reminded of you whenever he goes out, remembering the times when you took him out.
He doesn’t know why you’re different from his other exes, but he regretted it when he found out.
It took him exactly 1 year, 2 months and 1 day, when he finally saw you again after the break-up.
You look different, but in a good way. You look happier than before, and you seem pleasantly surprised to bump into him.
“Hello, Alhaitham.” You spoke to him softly with a smile. A smile which made his heart feel things.
“Hello as well, ( Name ).” He replied, his shoulders relaxing. “How are you?”
You look a bit surprised from his question, only for your eyes to soften. “I’ve been doing well. How about you? How are things going for you as the Acting Grand Sage?”
“I’ve been doing well, but it’s quite a hassle to be in such a position.” He says with a huff.
He hears you laughing lightly from his comment, which causes his lips to twitch a little from the sound. “I see you’re still you as always.. I’m glad.” You said.
Alhaitham couldn’t help but feel as if he wanted to say more things to you. He wants to tell you how his home feels emptier since you left, how things aren’t the same as it used to be before he met you, and how much he misses y—
He stops himself before he could admit it.
“I have to go now. It was nice seeing you, Alhaitham.” You said with a smile. “Take care of yourself, alright?”
“...Take care, ( Name ). It was nice seeing you as well.”
And with that, he watches you walk away. Conflict runs through his thoughts, unsure whether or not he should stop you and admit it.
.
.
.
“…( Name ), wait.”
You immediately stop your tracks and look back at Alhaitham in confusion. “Yes?”
Alhaitham hesitates for a moment, still unsure what to say. I love you. I miss you. I was a fool for letting you go.
With so many things he wanted to say to you, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“…I’m sorry for what I did last year.” was all he could say. He realized it’s better to let you go, so that you could be with someone else who could make you happier than he can.
You’re surprised by his words, thinking of what to say next.
“..It’s all in the past. There’s nothing for you to apologize for since you didn’t do anything wrong.” You said with an assuring smile. “I.. I’m sorry too. I hope you find someone who makes you happy.”
You then turn around. “See you next time, Alhaitham.”
And then you’re gone.
Alhaitham kept his mouth shut. Although his face remains as stoic as it can be, his feelings weren’t.
Because all in all, he did find someone who makes him happy.
It’s you.
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So this started out as some scribbly thoughts on FTM Steve and devolved a little bit into smutty Steddie rambling. As happens. So anyway, explicit text below the cut, click through at your own discretion, et cetera
Warnings(?) for some clumsy language and hints of period-typical transphobia; some discussion of Steve and Nancy together, but only for Steddie purposes. This is mostly just silly
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“So, wait, you slept with how many girls in high school, and still managed to keep this a secret?” Eddie asks, brows climbing his forehead.
“Not as many as rumor would’ve had you think.” Steve shrugs. “Like maybe four? The rest, I just… didn’t discourage when they exaggerated. Helped my image.”
Eddie can’t help but snort. He’s glad Steve outgrew that image. “Still, four is a lot to keep a lid on. All of them agreed not to tell and then just – didn’t?”
“Actually, most of them never found out. It was only–” Steve pauses, eyeing Eddie cautiously, as if talking about his past female sexual conquests with his current boyfriend is fine, but what he’s going to say next will be a bridge too far. “It was only Nancy who ever knew.”
Ah.
Ah, yes. Nancy. Nancy Wheeler. Steve’s one true love.
Until now, Eddie fiercely reminds himself. He eyes the t-shirt that is very much his that Steve is very much wearing and slides over the jealousy to address his more pressing question.
“Okay, how did you have sex with at least three other people without them finding out you don’t have a–” Eddie stops short, fumbles for a moment, “a, uh, conventional dick?”
Steve snickers. “Nice save. And, uh – I never actually took off my pants. My talents are in other areas, and I always provided enough of a distraction that they didn’t seem to notice when I just… took care of myself.” He wiggles his eyebrows at Eddie, who can’t help but give him the laugh he’s looking for. “It didn’t say flattering things about my stamina, but multiple orgasms are a pretty good bribe. I got good reviews.”
“Huh.” Somehow, Eddie can’t help but feel impressed; he doesn’t quite understand why Steve had felt the need to do it at all—still doesn’t really understand Steve’s drive for popularity when he’d been in high school—but he can admit the skill in the subterfuge. “But you told Wheeler?”
He’s not sure why he’s asking. A part of him, he thinks, wants to make sure Steve had been able to tell her on his own terms, rather than having his hand forced.
Steve shifts, shrugs. He doesn’t look sad, but he’s maybe a little melancholy.
“Nance wasn’t… temporary, for me. She wasn’t a fling, and I didn’t want to hide from her. And it’s the same with you.” Steve’s gaze falls heavy on Eddie. “You are the… third? person I’ve ever told. I want you to know just– all of me.”
Eddie reaches out, grabbing for Steve’s hand; he’s pretty sure he’d be physically incapable of stopping himself from somehow touching Steve after an admission like that.
A thought is beginning to form, however, leading back to what had started this conversation in the first place. Eddie would bet anything that if Wheeler was the first person Steve told, then Buckley was the second.
And that meant only one person Steve had slept with had ever known all of him – but just how much of all of him had Wheeler been interested in?
“How’d she take it? Wheeler, I mean,” Eddie asks, as casually as possible while his thumb is still stroking Steve’s knuckles.
“Uh… pretty good, actually. She was kinda surprised, and she wanted a little bit of time to come around to the idea, but I think she was mostly just bothered that she didn’t figure it out before I told her.” Steve smiles, distantly fond. “But after that, she was cool. We didn’t talk about it much, but I knew that I could talk to her if I wanted to. I’d never had that before. It was… nice.”
It does sound nice. It had probably been the first time anyone had ever been close to accepting every part of who Steve is, and Eddie feels almost bad about turning the memory to sex.
Almost, but not quite.
“So… she was cool with…” Eddie’s eyes flash down below the belt, obvious and significant, “getting involved?”
A sly grin spreads over Steve’s face as he catches Eddie’s eyes. “Are you trying to ask what Nancy and I did in bed?”
Eddie throws his hands up in defense, forgetting for a moment that he’s holding one of Steve’s hands and pulling it up with him. “I’m just trying to figure out what I’m working with here,” he insists, smiling a little too hard to be innocent. “Now, you insinuated you have talents in the oral and digital departments—which I am very interested in, by the way—but what I want to know is what’s been done for you.”
Steve eyes Eddie like he’s considering whether or not to answer, but the way he’s licking his lips says he’s already decided, even if he doesn’t quite realize that himself.
“She… definitely didn’t mind being involved,” he says finally; there’s a slight stain of pink gathering at the tops of his cheeks that Eddie sort of wants to bite. “She would finger me. Sometimes she’d go down on me, but I think we both enjoyed it more the other way around. I think she liked seeing me get myself off while I did it, and I– definitely liked that, too.”
Eddie makes the mistake of imagining it: Steve on his knees, fingers buried in his cunt, wet and dripping, his hips jerking down onto his own hand, maybe kneeling between Eddie’s legs while he does it, maybe looking up through his lashes while he sucks Eddie’s cock.
A little noise escapes Eddie.
“How about… toys?” he manages after a moment. He’s leaning closer now, raptly watching the way the flush on Steve’s face darkens. “You ever try those?”
“I have a… a couple,” Steve says, voice gone low and rough, his eyes fastened now to Eddie’s mouth. “We didn’t use them together, though, they’re just mine.”
Oh, they’re going to revisit that. They are absolutely going to revisit that, but right now Eddie is on a mission. He won’t let himself be distracted.
He slides closer, practically on top of Steve now, one hand on his hip and the other spread warmly over his ribs.
“Never thought about a strap?” he asks.
Steve shrugs, not nearly as nonchalant as he’s pretending. “Thought about it, never quite got there.”
“Which way were you thinking? Would you have worn it? Or…” Eddie is going out on a limb here; just because Steve has a pussy doesn’t mean he likes the idea of penetration, but Eddie has a hunch. “Or would it have been the other way around?”
A sharp breath escapes Steve’s chest. “Do you want that?” he asks, soft, almost hopeful.
Eddie strokes a thumb across his ribs. “Want what?”
“To fuck me.”
This time it’s Eddie who goes breathless. “Is that even a fucking question?” he demands, and then, in case he wasn’t clear, adds, “I would want very much to do that, yeah. If you want me to.”
“I wasn’t sure if you would,” Steve says. “I mean, I know you’re strictly into guys, and I don’t exactly have… a conventional dick.”
“You’re not gonna let that one go, are you?” Eddie asks, eyeing Steve’s smirk.
“We’ll see,” Steve says, which likely means no.
“Fine. But Steve,” Eddie reaches up, cupping Steve’s face in his hands, “I am one hundred fucking percent into you. You are a guy. You are an incredibly hot guy whose pants I have been wanting to get into forever, no matter what you’ve got in there.”
Steve smiles, and Eddie caresses the corners of it with his thumbs.
“Well, you do seem to prefer the weirder shit, anyway,” Steve murmurs.
“Not weird. Different,” Eddie says, and Steve makes a face at him but readily allows him the kiss he presses in for after that.
“So have you…” Steve starts, once they’ve broken apart, “ever been with a guy with my, uh– sort of equipment?”
Eddie would make fun of how awkwardly the words had tumbled out if he hadn’t suddenly been feeling a bit awkward himself.
“Not, uh, exactly.” Steve raises an eyebrow at him and Eddie amends snappishly, “okay, fine, not at all, no.”
“But you’re open to it?” Steve checks, as if the way Eddie has pressed against him like a needy cat has left any room for doubt.
“More than open,” Eddie says. “I might just, y’know– need some direction? To start with?”
“Directions, huh?” Steve smirks. “I can work with that.”
Eddie has no doubt that he can – and that Eddie will enjoy every second of it.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#trans steve harrington#stranger things#solar wrote#let me know if there's something I need to tag this with that I missed#eddiesteve
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tasm!peter finds your love letter to him that you never gave him because you are too embarrassed to show him
Big Words On A Little Page
--genre: FLUFF, SO MUCH FLUFF.
--pairing: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader
--word count: 0.7k
--warnings: some smooching, fluff, a little bit of anxiety coming from the reader, if you don't like a healthy loving relationship then you'll hate this.
i love this, wait...
--gif credits: @ddlovatosrps
Love came easy for you, but expressing it took time. Peter knew that putting your feelings into words wasn’t straightforward, and he knew that it would take time for you to be completely comfortable with him. So for you, he waited.
If you asked Peter, he would have no complaints. Peter knew you loved him with every bone in your body, so why do you still feel like you’re not putting in your part?
Sure, you couldn’t verbally express your feelings for him, but you can write them down.
While Peter was out protecting the city, you pulled out a piece of lined paper and a red. Once you sat there and started writing, it was hard to stop. You ended up writing two full pages, the words on the paper full of adoration and love for your beloved boyfriend. You didn’t even read what you wrote, you folded the paper and set it in your bedside table’s drawer, hidden and safe.
Once you put the letters in the drawer, you forgot about them. Life got busy, and two pieces of paper were the last thing on your mind. “Pete? Can you get my chapstick, the peppermint one,” you yell out from the couch, the book in your hand too riveting for you to get up.
Peter walks past you and heads towards your shared bedroom, and after rummaging through some drawers, he finds himself stumped on where it was, “I can’t find it, bug!”
Without a second thought, you yell back, “It’s in my bedside drawer!”
Pulling open the drawer, Peter finally lays his eyes on the god-forsaken peppermint chapstick he’s been searching for, along with a folded piece of paper with red ink bleeding through its fibers. This seems to catch his eye, especially the top of it, reading ‘Dear Peter,’. A part of him felt guilty as he grabbed it and opened it up, but it was addressed to him, right?
His eyes scanned through your writing, his eyes welling up with tears the farther he read. He couldn’t deny that a big stupid smile was spread across his face, and a warm blush fluttered onto his cheeks.
Finishing the letter, he’s speechless, and he couldn’t be more overwhelmed with love. Walking back out to you in the living room, he finds you still nose-deep in your book, still unaware of his presence. Moving to stand directly next to you, you finally see him in the corner of your eye, “Thank you so much babe, you will not believe what happened in this book–.” As you give him your full attention, your eyes dart between his face and the papers in his hand. “Peter, I was going to give you those I promise–,” your sentence was cut short by his lips meeting yours. The warmth of his cheeks radiated onto yours, inviting you to stay here a while.
Eventually, you both have run out of breath prompting you to pull away, breathless. Peter holds your face in his hands and looks directly into your eyes, the honey brown of his irises putting you in a trance. Although there was silence, you could tell that Peter had something on his mind, giving him time to speak. Reaching up to hold the back of one of his hands, you rub your thumb against the skin there.
“I love you so much, (Y/N). I’m sorry I read this without asking first, but fuck, I’m so glad I did,” his eyes still not breaking contact with yours.
All you could do was smile, you were afraid that tears would fall if you spoke. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and Peter could feel it, “You’re stuck with me for as long as you’ll have me, and if this is the last time I receive a love letter from you, I’d die a happy man. As long as you’re here with me, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be, bug.”
A sudden urge of desperation for his touch overwhelmed your senses. Dropping your book, you wrap both of your arms around his neck and pull him onto the couch, nestling your face into the nape of his neck.
You two stay there for a while, the sunlight slowly receding as you squeeze Peter a little tighter, grateful for a man who loves you with everything he has. Even if you can’t verbally show it.
--author's note: HELLOOOO!! sorry guys for the inactivity recently, i was so dead sick two days before christmas, and then christmas happened, and now im back. to those who celebrate, i hope you all had a merry christmas!! nonnie, thank you so much for the ask!! THIS IS A REMINDER THAT YOU CAN STILL SEND IN REGULAR ASKS BAES!!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support this blog. ok, ily bye<3333
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Half My Soul: II
PAIRINGS: John Price x F!Reader
SUMMARY: The morning after John takes you home.
WORD COUNT: 1.4k
TW: smut, suggestive themes. john is the man we all deserve! descriptions of injuries. reader gets a tiny bit of background. mentions of abuse. comfort, fluff. think that's it. lmk if i missed any. mind the english!
A/N: i'm so very sorry for how long i made you wait! here's the final part. maybe i wasn't dealing with lack of inspiration it would've been longer, i even had planned another situation for this fic but oh well. i may turn it into a separate drabble. enjoy💕💫
Masterlist✨Part 1
John looks up from his phone when you walk in, he was about to take a sip from his tea mug. You're wearing one of his shirts that's nearly too big for your body. He likes it when you wear his clothes, not that he'd say it out loud. Not that it was the first time he had seen you wearing his shirts; the black hoodie he had insisted you could keep now ruined because of the blood and the lower part of the fabric that had been torn apart.
He clears his throat. Setting both the mug and mobile down.
"Sleep well?" He asks.
You hum in response.
"Too early to be awake if you ask me." John chuckles when you roll your eyes feigning annoyance.
He was far too good to you. Too good for your own sake. You didn't want to think of how inappropriate it was that you were at his apartment, wearing his clothes. Sleeping on his bed. It also didn't help that he was wearing just a pair of black sweatpants. This thing between the two of you whatever it was... made your stomach flutter and your heart warm when he looked at you the way he was right about now.
"There's coffee for you." He declares. "Know you don't fancy tea. A terrible mistake, may I add." There's a playful grin on his lips when you laugh. "How's your body?" His voice drops a few degrees. You know he's trying to be nonchalant about it but you know him. You know he's worried. Know that he hates the man who hurt you with all his being.
What you don't know is what he did as soon as he woke up. It took one more glance to your face and body. One glance to the bruises and scratches and he was climbing on his pickup truck. John knew the address. He had intended to have a civilized conversation with your father; after all you didn't want him to get hurt, despite him making your life a living hell. One thing led to another. A heated argument. Shouting and swearing. He couldn't let that monster speak about you the way he did. A staring contest. Hands pushing the other. And then there where punches being thrown. He didn't care if he was a former ranger back in the states. There was no real pride in what he did. Fuck him. He was glad he got discharged from the military. He gave soldiers a bad name. He was a blemish in everything they stood for.
"My eye's not swollen anymore. That steak really came in handy." You joke remembering the night before, when you both got to his home. And John wants to laugh, he's aware you're trying to joke about it. To brush it off like it meant nothing. Why were you such a beautiful person? No one deserved you. "Really John? The mug's on the top shelf!" You sigh, standing on your tiptoes stretching as much as you can but only had managed to graze the cabinet door to open it.
John snorts at the sight of you trying to reach it, so he stands from the stool and gently pats your shoulder, giving you a soft squeeze as he reaches out for it without effort and placing it in your hand.
"You made it look like it was hard, love. Was starting to think if I could do it myself."
You hit his arm in a playful manner making him chuckle.
"Thank you John." You murmur. He staring down at you intently. Like there was nothing else in the world to him.
"It's just a..."
"I mean for everything." You interrupt him. At first you hesitate but end up grazing his fingers until you take his hand in yours. It's warm and bigger than yours, it swallows your own entirely. Both of you stop breathing when the silence settles. Outside the sky is cloudy, rain threatening to pour down anytime soon.
"Lovely." He mutters.
"What?"
"You, love. Just you."
Something shifts in the air after those words. John and you... had been holding back each other's feelings. You more than him. He wasn't fighting them anymore and neither were you. Who were you lying to?
Just yourself. The man cared for you like no one else did. He pours some coffee in your cup with his eyes set on you all the time, even when you take a sip and place it back on the kitchen counter. "Want me to check your wounds?" He asks, but you're not listening anymore. You're lost in the deep sea that his eyes are. In the way he cleaned up your wounds yesterday. Something you had done to him many, many times before. Lost in the moment when he saw your deteriorating state last night, the anger that sparked in his blue eyes. You inhale deeply, the smell of his cologne and cigars.
John shifts his weight from one foot to another. You were staring in silence. He wonders if you're regretting accepting his invitation to his home. God knows that if you decided to leave that would be the end of him.
Why were you so silent all of the sudden? Had he made a mistake?
Bloody hell.
"No need for that John. I just need you."
And you grab him by the back of his neck pulling him down for a gentle kiss. His strong arms wrap around your waist pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed together. His lips are soft and mouth warm, you wish you could do more... maybe you can.
"Y'know how long I've waited for this?" He asks, voice raspy. A small kiss on your nose. His eyes are bright and adoringly watching you. "If I could stay like this forever..."
He kisses you again and lifts you up so your legs immediately wrap around his waist. John handles your body with so much care it makes your heart flutter, he avoids touching where the bruises are more prominent on your abdomen as he walks barefooted to the living room.
John lays both of you slowly onto the couch so that you're straddling his lap and he gives you the most gentle squeeze on your hip while his other hand tuck back a strand of hair behind your ear. It's a silent ask. A silent plea.
Do I have you permission? Can I make you mine?
And you nod. You kiss him again. Hard and hungrily. Biting down his lips. You too have waited for this. All the pent up desire that's been building over months. The longing stares, the casual touches. It's all led to this very moment where your—his— shirt get tossed to the floor, his pants don't make it all the way down and your underwear is merely pushed aside. The embarrassing amount of slick that coats your folds when John slides his fingers up and down your cunt making you gasp. His hands already making wonders that your own could never. Or the sight of his sheer size; he's big, you wonder if he'll even fit all the way, so he prepares you. Fingers slip in and out, limbs trembling as he works you through your climax and orgasm. Makes you forget about everything, about not being cared for before about all the pain that was your life before he showed up with his acts of service and unyielding protection. No one ever truly cared for you the way John did. No man could ever come close to him.
"John..." you moan his name, lips parted. "Please."
He wastes no time and he's finally sliding inside you. Blue eyes never leaving yours. And he's fucked. He has been for a long time, the moment he saw you. The first time you smiled at him.
His body shudders at the sensation of you swallowing him whole, not being able to think of anything else than being consumed by the woman on top of him. He wants you not just for today but for eternity. Another heated kiss when you're both nearing the end. A muttered promise to love you, a lone tear and soft graze of his hands as you come undone.
Falling apart together, deep breaths and mumbles of soft nothings into each other's arms. You trace his lips as he tries to even his ragged breathing. The faintest sheen of sweat that pearls his body.
"This isn't so bad."
John smirks.
"Not at all, love. Not at all."
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Found you through your BG3 stuff and it’s so good I’m foaming at the mouth
Could I request soft dom Karlach with a fem reader, maybe with a bit of praise thrown in if that’s alright?
Thank you I owe u my life
omg ask and u shall receive and it wont be self serving to me at all even a little!
I love Karlach and I love women this was sooo epic
NSFW under the cut :3
"Oh stop it-" Karlach is cringing as Shadowheart quite literally wrings blood from her hair, "you'll make me sick!'
"I can hardly help it, I'm always in the splash zone when I go into a fight with you." Shadowheart doesn't look happy about the situation either, but what must be done must be done.
"You certainly wouldn't hear me complaining, though I do like a more...direct method of delivery." Astarion some how came out the other side fairly clean.
"Oh come on, enough with the blood and guts stuff." Karlach groans, "so gross."
"What, are you trying to save your appetite?" Shadowheart laughs and flicks her hair over her shoulder, sending a small splatter of blood onto Astarion's arm. The two of them made a terribly snarky, gossipy duo. Karlach was just glad they had made friends.
"So what if I am?" Karlach crosses her arms, "I've already been denied ten years why should I be any longer? Especially at the expense of your grimy hair."
Astarion laughs at that, "no, you're right. All the power to you my friend." He looks around a moment, "say where is your favorite midnight snack?"
Karlach whirls around too, "oh shit, have we lost her?"
"She is a slippery one." Shadowheart nods.
"Kalrach would know." Astarion agrees. Karlach guffaws, shoves him. There were plenty of good things about getting her tune up, the kissing, the sex, the cuddling, and the knocking the wind out of Astarion every time he said something gross, odd, or rude.
"Cut it out." She tries to wipe the warmth off her face, being on fire was hot enough, why be embarrassed too.
"Hey! You left without me?!" You're appearing over a small hill, a new, heavy looking bag on your shoulder, "did I take that long?"
"We thought you ran away." Astarion shakes his head, "you took forever."
"Gale asked me to pick up some things." You hike the bag up your shoulder, "camp isn't far though, I guess we picked a good spot with this little market so close and all. What'd you all get into?" You stop once you've joined the group, "oh Shadowheart you smell awful-"
"Imps. Imps and goblins." Shadowheart mutters, "it's always imps and goblins."
"Together?"
"No."
"Sorry I missed it then." You laugh a little. Karlach takes the bag off your shoulder. "Oh you've probably been fighting all afternoon I can-"
"Don't worry about it, make up for leaving you behind. I always carry the stuff."
"I told you to go on without me, I guess I didn't think you actually would though." You laugh a bit.
"Well in your absence Karlach has told us all about how, when she does get you to herself you always-"
"Stop!" She shoves Astarion hard enough to make him stumble, "oh I should light you up." Shadowheart is just snickering to herself.
"I didn't-" She addresses your horrified look, "I didn't tell them anything I swear." She holds her hands up, "and even if I had, which I didn't! It's nothing to be embarrassed about, you're killer in bed. Probably just make them jealous, that's why I don't say anything."
You will the color out of your face at her comment and make the short walk back to camp with silly but comfortable conversation flowing between your little group. The sun's set in the sky by now so you're glad to be so close to camp, otherwise it may have been difficult to find your way back.
When you do make it back Gale looks excited to see you all, "did they have everything?"
"Uh...dunno, I'm just the mule." Karlach shrugs, and holds the bag out, "you'll wanna talk to the manager." She jabs a thumb to you, his gaze follows.
"They did I just- Karlach!" You brush the bag over the Gale and hold her wrist, "look! You're all cut up!"
"Oh am I?" She looks down at her arm, sure enough there were a myriad of claw marks on her forearm, "aw shit, look at that. Didn't even notice, little buggers. Enjoy your stuff Gale I've gotta patch up." You follow her away without finishing your afterthought for Gale.
"Halsin's left for the day, he said he had some friends in the area who may have information for us." You frown, "how's Shadowheart?"
"She needs to rest up before she can use anymore healing magic." Karlach shakes her head, "they're barely some scrapes, I'll be fine for now, I'll go clean up, then well...I dunno I'm yours."
"Let me help, it will be easier with two." You look hopefully up at her, "there's a river close by, we can clean you off and patch you up." She's grinning.
"Come on, you're not worried about a few little scrapes are you? Do you know who I am?" She looks delighted despite her words.
"I'm very familiar, that's why I want to help."
"You're worried? About little old me?" She's squeezing your shoulders as you walk together, "or do you just want to play nurse?"
"Maybe both." You glance up at her, she's practically buzzing.
"Don't tease me." She warns, "you'll ruin my night."
Of course you'd never do a thing like that. Though cleaning her up does take precedent, despite her groaning and whining.
"We need to make sure it's clean, then we can wrap it up." You hand her a shirt to tear up into some makeshift bandages. She uses her free hand and her teeth to do so, she certainly notices you shift and avert your gaze.
"What are you all shy about?" She laughs at the color on your face.
"You know." You tut and frown at her, though it's not very believable.
"What? Is it me?" She watches you use one piece of the shirt to wipe the blood, "Am I making you act all shy?"
"You're always so mean to me-"
"Its me isn't it? You like me, don't you?"
"Oh stop." You press a damp hand to you cheek, trying to cool off.
"What? Tell me all about it! Do you fantasize about me? Have dreams about me?" She's leaning towards you, her voice teasing. You use another piece of cloth the wipe her arm off with some water.
You scoff and look away from her, it just makes her laugh.
"Your silence speaks volumes! Tell me!"
"No!" You use three strips of thicker fabric to wrap her arm up, "I won't!"
"So you don't deny it!" She catches you by your waist, "tell me, or you are not getting a single thing from me tonight-"
"You're evil! You should know how it feels to be denied! Have a heart!"
"Oh I've got one, wanna see?" She's laughing, nosing at your jaw, of course you tilt your head for her, you could never deny her, despite yourself. "Come on, just give me a little taste."
"I don't have anything to tell you!" The crimson engulfing your face said otherwise.
"Uh-huh." Karlach wraps her arms around your back, "can I have a kiss?"
You indulge her without saying anything else about the subject, she seems contended with it for now. You have a feeling you aren't quite out of the woods though.
"You look so pretty when you're embarrassed." She holds you by your chin, "I can't help myself." Her hands are tugging at your shirt, you help her slide it off. She takes in the sight of you with as much enthusiasm as always you can practically hear her brain knocking around in her skull, every thud screaming with excitement, 'TITS!!!!'
"I'm so fucking lucky-" She's giddy with it, kissing down your neck and shoulders, probably planning her attack on your chest. "You're such a sweet thing, gods, I don't know how I have it in me to behave all day knowing this is the sight hiding under all that armor you wear."
You gladly clamber into her lap, she's ducking down into your chest, her hands exploring the newly exposed flesh unabashedly. "You're really very pretty, you know?" She says it into your sternum, you're trying desperately to undress her, eventually she takes pity on you and helps it along. When she stands to shake the last of her clothes off all you can do is drop to your knees, she laughs.
"Well I wasn't gonna boss you around or anything." She's grinning at you and gods you love her, it's all you can think about, you're kissing at her stomach rubbing your face into her warm skin, she just laughs some more.
"Aw look't you, so sweet. What is it? You wanna take care of me?" You make a choked off noise at that, nodding and pulling her closer, it's a frantic nod though, rushed and almost desperate.
"Alright, alright, don't start crying now." She pulls you away to look at you for a moment, "you aren't off the hook, but I'll take a detour." She slings a leg over your shoulder and her hand tangled in your hair on impulse and you close your eyes, if only to hide how far back your eyes roll into your skull. Occasionally you feel her nails scrape the nape of your neck. You were pressing your lips to her, running long strokes over her with your tongue and thumbing at the the wetness whenever you needed to catch your breath. Karlach hadn't taken her eyes off you, she was practically singing you praises and it made your stomach knot up desperately.
She uses her grip on your hair to guide you along but she doesn't need to do much, you already know what to do. She pays extra care to pull all your hair off your face to get the best look at you she can.
"Gods, look't you, pretty girl, just like that, 's perfect." Even her moans are perfect, it's obscene. If anyone asked you she should be locked up, wearing a big flashing warning sign. All you can do is moan, hold onto her thighs, beg to be impossibly closer.
"What're you moaning at?" She's grinning devilishly, "you just like the sound of my voice don't you?"
"Yes, yes I do-" The way she tugs on your hair pulls a perfectly lovely moan out of you, and it makes her laugh in a warm, fond sort of way that makes you want to lay down and spread your legs open for her.
"Alright then, lucky for you I love talking to pretty girls." By the grace of some god you find it in you to play a bit coy with her.
"You think I'm pretty?" You're looking up at her with perfect blown out pupils, and swollen red lips wearing her cum like lipgloss, matter of fact it's spread out pretty evenly over your cheeks and chin too.
"Oh fuck-" She drops her head against the tree she's been leaning on, "I'll blow my fucking lid, cut that out. You wouldn't be able to survive the things you're making me want to do to you."
"I'd try, for you." If she had something to say to that you don't let her get it out. You realized your mouth had been too far away for far too long. You missed the feeling of her tugging at your hair, pushing and pulling you to her own accord.
"Oh gods- dammnit-" She's bucking her hips into your face, her hold on your head especially tight, she groans, it's from her chest, low and thankful. You feel her stutter with the orgasm rolling over her and she pushes you away. Her chest heaving.
"You're a dream, you know?" She's pulling you to your feet, she laughs when she has to steady you a bit, then she kisses you. "Taking such good care of me all night. Looking so pretty while you do."
You feel her hands on between your shoulder blades, she's kissing down your jaw and neck, you're putty in her hands, waiting to be put where she wanted you.
"Come on," She's picking you up, wrapping your legs around her middle, "tell me, before I could touch you like this, and you had to take care of yourself. Tell me what you thought of. I'll tell you mine."
"It's so embarrassing-" You honest to god whine at her, if she were a stronger woman she'd be able to suppress the shudder it sent up her spine.
"Tell me, I'll give you whatever you want, all night if you do."
"It was just you-" You groan as she sets you down on your back and crawls on top of you, "your voice, I could hear it in my head so clearly." She's grinning from ear to ear, impish and coy.
"What was I saying? Was I bossing you around?" She laughed a little because gods you were an idiot, all she had to do was lay you down and you were spreading your legs for her.
"Sometimes-" Your chest was stuttering.
"Oh?" She pushes the syllable through pursed, curious lips, "what about the other times?"
"You're moaning," you're bucking your hips, searching for pay off, something anything the heat was unbearable. "Saying I'm good, calling me pretty-" You couldn't help the hand you brought down to rub over yourself, it was just something else for Karlach to look at.
"You like when I call you pretty?" She's attacking your chest with kisses that leave a burning trail in their wake, "you touch yourself and imagine me watching, calling you pretty?" She laughs that laugh again, the one that makes you wanna lay face down for her. "Maybe you're just as far gone as I am."
"I definitely am." You're practically begging her to touch, after 10 years of holding back she finds it almost impossible to deny you.
"Wanna see if it's as good as when you dreamed about it?" She's pulling you up, turning you over, you go because you're so stupid for her when you get like this, she could walk you off a cliff if she wanted.
" Are you gonna make yourself cum for me?"
This was overwhelming, you felt drunk, your emotions were running so high, you were so horny you could sob, "I'd do whatever you want-" She was kissing at the backs of your thighs, you could feel her breath on your desperate fingers.
"Oh, careful pretty girl you're giving me too much power." She's laughing, her voice was low against your skin and it made you shudder. "I might not be so nice next time."
"No, no, you can do whatever you want to me Karlach- fuck-" You gasp, feeling her thumb brush against you.
"Whatever I want?" You can hear the grin in her voice, impishly charming.
"Yeah, anything-"
"I could tie you up?" She nipped at your skin and that paired with the thought of it alone could get you to cum, "yes please-" Your eyes were glossed over, you were pushing your hips back into her, begging for a firmer touch.
"Oh gods, you've gotten yourself into trouble now. And here I thought you were a nice girl." One of her hands pulls your upper thigh, right were it meets your ass, to get a better look at you.
"You know," Her other hand joins, taking the other thigh, you can feel her nails pressing your skin, "really I can't think of anything else to say but pretty. You are so pretty for me. I can't blame myself for thinking you were a good girl, how could anyone so pretty be bad?"
All you can do is moan, practically cry at it.
"You know it's everything too, not just this." Her thumb brushes you again and you actually think you feel your soul leave your body. "The noises you make, and that pretty red blush you get every time you look up at me. Like I'm deflowering you every time I touch you. Ravishing you, scandalizing you."
"Karlach, please-" She hadn't asked you to beg, that was all on your own accord.
She makes a pouting noise, faux sympathy, "alright, I'll give in. Tell me where you want me, pretty girl. I can't say no to face like your's."
You don't know where to start, you want it all honestly. Lucky for you she's started, replacing your hand with her own then slipping her fingers into you. You were melting into the ground below letting out a desperate warbling moan mixed with a handful of profanities.
"Good or bad-" She cautions and you shake your head, the momentary loss of friction makes your eyes water desperately.
"Good! Good, Karlach, please, fuck-"
You were whining and moaning into your arm, which had been previously holding your chest off the ground. Your eyebrows turn up at it, "oh fuck-"
You were acutely aware of how well she knew your body at this point. Every stroke into you had you moaning, rumbling from your chest, the momentum she'd picked up carrying with a bounce in your cries.
For a split second she was gone, stopping to wrap her arm around your front, as quickly as the touch was gone it was back. Then her free hand was in your hair dragging you up to press your back against her chest and fuck it hurt a little but in a way that made your spine tingle and ripped the most beautiful fucking moan Karlach had ever heard out of you.
"Oh sweetheart-" She moans it into your neck, "you'll kill me at this rate." Her arm wraps around your middle and you grip her forearm with your hand, the other coming around your back to hold onto her there.
She picked back up to pace quickly with you against her chest, bounding forward with unrelenting force that hit you so hard she could hear it in your voice.
"That's it, you pretty thing, just like that, huh? That's perfect." She's cooing into the crook of your neck, "good, good job."
"Fuck-" Your nails dig into her arm, "fuck me, Karlach-"
"The mouth on you lovely girl," She groans into your neck, pulling you into a sloppy but stupidly hot kiss.
"When it was me, waiting to finally touch you, this is what I thought about." You can feel her breath behind your ear when she speaks, "all the different ways I could completely undo you, how good you'd be for me while I did, how you would beg for me to do it. I'd never make you worry about anything, no." She tsks, "I thought about how much fun it would be, taking care of you. I got off thinking about your pretty, empty head, getting railed by me. How'd I do?"
"I'm gonna cum-" You somehow manage to choke it out, "'m gonna- fuck!" Your eyebrows knit together and of course she grins.
"Go 'head, I wanna see it." She was kissing your shoulders a hand coming down to thumb at your clit, you keen loud and still bouncing, "wanna hear it-" She murmured into your skin, "I definitely wanna feel it too."
"Oh fuck-" You gasp, your eyes roll back from the shock of it. Thank god she can't see your face because you must have been drooling. The jerking tenseness of your hips and the way you called out her name like she was an angel would drive her insane for months to come all she can do is sink her teeth into your shoulder.
If it wasn't for her arm around you you'd have slumped to the ground.
"That good?" She laughs and you nod.
"Come on, let's clean you up." She lays you down and takes the extra pieces of cloth you had on hand to wipe you clean, "are you alright?" You only nod again and she chuckles,
"and she was too stunned to speak. Another knock out performance by Karlach."
That gets a snort out of you and you shove her arm, "come off it, K."
"Uh oh, someone sounds tired." Her hand rubs your stomach, you're purring like a cat.
"No I'm not." You drag your hand down her stomach, obviously downwards and she laughs.
"Easy there solider, I think the others are expecting to do a least a little adventuring tomorrow. You look ready to pass out anyway." She gathers your clothes up, then you where you'd crumpled into the floor.
"Come on solider." She hoists you over her shoulder, "let's go to bed, I'll get you all tucked in nice and warm in my tent."
"Yeah, okay....good idea K." You were content to dangle over her shoulder, "K, I love you."
"OH I know you do, pretty." She pats your backside, "but I love you more."
You gasp as she drops you onto her bedroll, "no way!"
"Yes way." She's kissing and nuzzling your neck while you laugh, "admit it before I have to ravish you right here in this tent to prove it!"
For as delightful as your touch was your laugh was just as intoxicating, you nodded desperately trying to squirm away from the ticklish kisses and bites.
"Lay down." Karlach pulls away, smiling, "I don't think there's anyone on the planet who's ever loved anyone as much as I love you." She thumbs at your bottom lip, "and I don't think there's anyone in the world half as a pretty as you are. Sleep tight knowing that." You preen at her words as she settles down into bed with you.
"Let's go to sleep, we haven't go much nighttime left, no thanks to you."
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✧ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 || ice bound au ♔
summary: his call leaves her broken and her brothers each have a different way of comforting her
warnings: sad, throwing up, mentions of blood and cuts
notes: i'm in a very angsty mood, while and even after writing this. jack lives on his own because i said so. i had like an hour and a half left on my laptop when i started this (maybe a bit more) so I'm so glad i was able to get this out tonight | add yourself to the taglist ➵ taglist!
published: 02/16/24
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Her mind was crowded with multiple thoughts, the main one being why he would do this to her, yet the second one was that she needed to get out of this dorm, out of this city, out of this state. She hadn’t slept in over 24 hours. She took her suitcase out from under her bed and started shoving clothes in, it didn’t matter what they were. She knew her socks were red, so she poorly bandaged them and changed socks so she wouldn't be caught by security at the airport.
She didn’t tell anyone, she hadn’t talked to anyone since he called her. It had been almost a day since his call, it was now three in the afternoon the next day. The flight was in an hour and a half, so she drove as fast as possible. She hauled her suitcase into the airport, trying not to draw attention to herself. She went through security smoothly and now all she had to do was wait. Waiting was not a Chloe Hughes thing, it was one of the things she hated the most.
Luckily, she had no one sitting next to her on the flight. That was the small sliver of good luck she was given today. She put her headphones on, listening to music the whole way there and staring out the window. When she got there, it was midnight and she felt overwhelmed. She hadn’t visited Jack in a while, she had to scroll through her text messages to find his address. Once she found it, she got a cab, telling the driver where to go.
She slowly made her way up the stairs, nerves making her way through her mind. She was hoping that he wouldn’t be mad at her. She knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer. It took a minute because it was almost one in the morning and he was still relatively new to the city. He opened the door, still rubbing sleep from his eyes, and looked at his sister confused, “Chlo?”
She choked on a sob, “I’m so sorry.”
He immediately woke up at the sound of her crying, “Hey hey. It’s okay. C’mere.”
He opened his arms and she all but dove into them. He stumbled a little but caught her nonetheless. He brought her into his apartment, releasing one of his arms to drag her suitcase in and then closing the door with a kick. She could feel his hand running up and down her back and somehow it only made her sobs worse.
He didn’t say anything, letting her cry it out. It took her a while to calm down, a good half an hour. He was over the top confused but he couldn’t focus on that right now, he could only focus on the fact that his twin sister was crying in his arms. Her breathing grew steady and that was the first time he spoke since she got there, “What’s going on?”
“He hurt me, Jacky.”
His heart broke, he didn’t know who, but he would make it his mission to figure it out, “Who?”
She only shook her head, not wanting to tell him his best friend broke his sister’s heart. He could tell that she didn’t want to talk, that she was tired, “You wanna go lay down?”
She nodded this time, allowing him to take her into his room. He went to leave, telling her he would sleep on the couch but she caught his wrist, begging him to stay. She didn’t want to be alone, her emotions were too much. He obliged, laying down on the opposite side of the bed as her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. She held his hand, the most contact she wanted at the moment, and he squeezed her hand to let her know that he was there.
When Jack woke up the next morning, he was alarmed when she wasn’t lying in the bed, thinking he had just had a strange dream the previous night. But when he heard noises coming from the bathroom, he got up quickly and ran over there, knocking on the door, “Chlo? Are you okay?”
“No.” Her voice was laced with tears, on the edge of breaking once again.
“Do you mind if I come in?”
He heard the door unlock and he walked in, seeing her pressed against the wall, her hair a mess even in a low ponytail. It was the first time he had gotten a good look at her since she arrived, her eyes were accompanied by the darkest circles he had ever seen, they were red and bloodshot from the amount of tears she had shed. Her clothes were baggy on her, more than usual. Then he looked down at her feet, slowly recognizing the growing red spot.
His eyes widened, “You’re bleeding!”
She looked down, pulling her feet closer to see for herself, “Oh yeah. Forgot about that.”
“Forgot about it?”
He sat on the ground in front of her, taking her socks off to see what the cause of the bleeding was. There were tiny cuts all along her feet, one big cut on her left one. He stared in horror, not really sure he wanted to know how this happened. He rummaged through his drawers to find his first-aid kit, “What are you doing?
“Cleaning and bandaging your cuts because obviously, you didn’t take more care of yourself.”
She shrugged, staring at the wall in front of her. Jack was worried about her, she hadn’t looked this broken since Hayden, and even now, she looked more if that was possible. He cleaned her cuts, blocking out her slight winces she produced when the cuts stung. When he was done, he wrapped her feet in gauze, creating a protective layer between her feet and the bandages he would be putting on, “You’re lucky you don’t have to go to the hospital, Chloe.”
“Who cares?”
Her voice was monotone, her face was blank, she was off, and he knew that. It was like her and the world around her was turned upside down. He frowned at her words, continuing to work. He didn’t know how his bright and bubbly sister could act this glum, this upset. He was finished in ten minutes and as soon as he was done she threw up, the third time since she woke up.
“I’m sorry.” She spoke in short sentences, she had only spoken 22 words since she got here.
“For what?”
“Showing up here.”
“It’s okay, Chloe. I just want to know why.”
She shook her head, she couldn’t tell him. It would make everything worse. He would hate her, hate Trevor, it hurt even just to think about his name. She shouldn’t be ruining their friendship because she couldn’t handle rejection. She kept that part to herself, making up a name for him so they would never find out.
Jack was surprised by the news, but if there was one thing he was good at it was not bringing his emotions into the situation when she was upset, it would make her more upset. He had already been late for the morning skate and he knew that, but she didn’t. Usually, she would be the one to have all of their calendars saved no matter what it was, but with this happening, she couldn’t remember for the life of her. He wasn’t going to tell her, he also wasn’t going to tell her that he should be getting on a plane later in the day.
When she went back to bed, sleeping better than before, Jack let his coach know that he would not be able to make it to the game, for personal reasons. This alarmed his parents, who found out later. He explained the situation to them, both of them knowing they raised good kids at that moment.
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After Jack’s season was done, Chloe having gone to each of the games, they flew home. From there, Luke spent every day glued to her side and she wasn’t going to complain. They stayed in her room watching random movies they found, trying to see who could find the worst one. Quinn finished up his season a week later, coming home as soon as he could. He had been filled in on what happened and couldn’t wait any longer to ensure she was okay.
Chloe loved her younger brother and her twin, but the comfort that came from Quinn was unmatched. It wasn’t that Jack and Luke didn’t act like older brothers, because they did, all the time, but Quinn had that energy about him. So when he showed up at the house and went directly to her room, she hugged him instantly. Luke left, knowing that she and Quinn would be in her room for the next couple of hours.
She ranted to him, accidentally letting his name slip, however Quinn wasn’t mad. He wasn’t even surprised. He had every reason to suspect his little sister dating his little brother’s best friend, in his eyes, they were obvious. If anything, he comforted her more once he realized that was indeed who it was, he could see how much she had truly cared for him. Quinn knew how much it hurt, and could only imagine how long it would take for her to start feeling better. But, until then, the three of them would be by her side for all of it.
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DARLINGGGGG GUESS WHOS BACK FROM THE PYSCHE WARD!!
im currently brainrotting over agito as you can see..can you write how you think he would meet reader and how their relationship would develop into romance with him? like actually i sat at work for like 15 minutes trying to think how but i actually cannot cook anything up.
(Also I'm seeing the ghost stuff and I'm interested...gonna have to do research for dis one☝️)
sorry if i keep sending you silly asks😞
—🪡 anon
JOIN US WE HAVE SEXY POPES WHO DOUBLE AS FRONTMEN AND FREAKY GHOULS. Listen to them, I highly recommend listening to the meliora and prequelle album before delving any deeper. Watch some YouTube videos abt the lore. PLUS THEY HAVE LITTLE EPISODES <3
Time for some more Cakemaster 9000
Phew, this took a while
Kanoh Agito: How does he fall for you?
• Like what I mentioned in one of the headcanons, you work for Katahara. While Agito doesn't directly work for him apart from beint his representative fighter, he's technically his family AND The Fang.
• However, you two hardly see eachother when on the job. BUT-
• You two visit the same coffee shop. He loves his morning Latte, and you love (insert your favorite Cafe drink here)
• When you first started working, you were surprised to see the Kanoh Agito at a small coffee shop.
• He usually greets and addresses you formally, not interested in any small talk.
• "Sheesh, what a stick in the mud" It's not that he was trying to be rude, but he did come off a little condescending when he greeted you. (He has tone issues)
• One day you woke up late and didn't have time to stop and get your usual.
• He notices your absence. "They can't be sick, they showed no signs of it two days ago"
• Long story short, he picks up your order and goes looking for you. Once he finds you, he stiffly hands it to you. "You were late I presume. I picked this up for you"
• Everyone in the room was shocked. The cold hearted Fang buying someone a drink? You smiled warmly and looked into his eyes "Thank you, this was very kind of you"
• His breathing hitched, and he felt speechless. Was he....flustered? "Don't let it happen again, you work for the Chairman afterall"
• You obviously didn't let it happen again....buuuttt it was super sweet how he seemed to care about you enough to get you something.
• To return the favor, you arrived earlier and got him his Latte. Listen, he was speechless before, now he was in shock. He didn't show it though. In his lifetime no one had ever bought him anything or returned a favor. There was a first time for everything.
• You saw through his attempt to hide the baffled expression on his face. It was kinda- cute.
• "Why have you done this?" "Why not? I'm just repaying you" "I-" "Shush, just take the drink, it's burning my hand"
• He has to get there before you now to ensure that he sees you. He's a bit friendlier with the greetings, too. Don't expect a smile though, just a softer glance in your direction.
• When he was around you, he didn't feel like he needed to be The Fang of Metsudo. You didn't hold him to any higher standard when you chatted, you didn't bother holding back a few curses. He felt as if his soul was on Earth instead of hanging in the balance.
• On one of your off days, the two of you get coffee and sit down for once. Finally having a slower paced discussion. It lasted a few hours, you did most of the talking while he had a response to almost anything. There was a lot he didn't know about pop culture.
• Coffee dates became your thing, even though it wasn't technically a date. More like two friends hanging out. Discussions got into deeper topics like pasts and whatnot.
• Agito decided that he could trust you, so he opened up about the Human Gu Ritual. He didn't know what trauma was, so you explained to him that his feelings and memories about that time in his life would be very traumatic.
• "I'm glad you could tell me that, but are you okay? If I had something like that on my chest I'd cry" "I'm quite alright, I'm not fazed in the slightest but I had no idea the caliber of the topic. I hope I didn't ruin the conversation"
• You tapped your cheek and sighed. "Have you ever been hugged before?" Agito thought for a second. The embracing gesture? The only physical contact he's hand was a pat on the shoulder or when he's fighting.
• "No, I don't think I have" "Well today's your lucky day, bring it in"
• He froze as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into you. His heartbeat raced as he thought of what to do. "Just tell me if you don't like it" you squeezed him gently. He awkwardly put his hand behind your back and rested it there.
• You let go after a few seconds, but he didn't want you to. "How was it?" You smiled.
• "I'm not sure" He smoothed out his suit, trying to relax himself after what just happened.
• A few days passed and you haven't seen him anywhere. He wasn't at work or at the coffee shop. You start to worry. Did you drive him away? Was the hug too much? Oh god was he dead?
• All the while Agito was keeping an eye on you from afar. Not letting you see him, but he could see you. He felt very fragile after that day, he almost felt ashamed. He wasn't good at managing his emotions. And what happened moved him in a way that frightened him.
• He summons the courage to talk to Katahara Metsudo about how he felt. He was the only parental figure he had in a sense.
• "You are a grown man. Is this really a difficult concept to grasp?" Katahara looked out the window of his office. "I'm inexperienced, these feelings are foreign to me"
• 'He's not referring to himself as we and us anymore, this must be serious' Katahara turned around. "To put it simply" he laughed "Tell (Reader) everything you told me"
• "I have a strong regard for you" Agito came clean. You know how I said there was a first time for everything? Well he had a hint of red on his cheeks. This beast of a man, blushing? Utterly adorable
• "So you're saying you love me?" That's the word. Love. He nodded. "Well. Say it then. There's nothing holding you back"
• He pauses for a moment, he's not exactly fond of eye contact. But this was for (Reader)
• "I love you"
• You wrap your arms around his waist again. "That's all I needed to hear"
• His lips curled into a smile as he looked down at you. You parted from the hug and tilted your head to the side. "Wanna go out to a restaurant sometime?"
• "Are you asking me out on...what is it that they call it...a date?" "Yes" you stated bluntly. Beating around the bush or teasing wouldn't get far in this situation.
• "We can talk about plans later, I have important matters to attend to" he look your hand and grazed his lips on you knuckles. Planting a small kiss on it.
• "Now where did you learn that?" "It's a romantic gesture they do on television" you bite your lip from calling him a dork.
• "I'll meet with you later about this date. Until we see eachother again" He leaves, and you're alone again.
• Man, you're already falling for him. It's not like you'd hate dating him. But you didn't want to be head over heels just yet. You looked at your knuckles and sighed "Ah what the hell, being love isn't that bad"
#kengan ashura#kengan omega#kenganverse#kengan ashura x reader#kanoh agito#agito kanoh#kanoh agito x reader
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Down in New Orleans | Vox x Alastor’s Child— OATSH
Summary: Vox goes to New Orleans to surprise you. It doesn’t go exactly as he intended.
He’d read the book. He’d read it in its entirety. Once in the span of a week and twice more casually over the span of three and a half months. He had pages marked, words highlighted, notes in the margins.
He hadn’t seen you since you left back to Louisiana but he wanted to. He’d sent you letters and received some replies.
Now he was in New Orleans with the perfect excuse. It was Mardi Gras season and he knew a show-runner whose show took place in New Orleans. Even if he recalled you saying it was completely inaccurate.
Although the celebration was cancelled officially due to the war, he had little doubt in his mind there would still be celebrations. People found a way no matter the circumstances. It was just their nature.
He exited the airport and hailed a taxi.
He had a vague idea as to where to go due to the radio station address he’d been using as he didn’t have yours. When he got there, he just started walking.
You had been right, of course. Though the architecture was certainly differently inspired, it wasn’t so different from what he saw back in California. There weren’t nearly as many outlandishly colored buildings or festive decoration as the show-runner incorporated into his sets.
It was - fairly normal town, much like what he would expect.
When he got to the radio station, he knocked on the door. An older man opened the door, large glasses in his face and tightly coiled, greying hair on his head.
“May I help you?” he asked, with a rasp only a heavy smoker had. He asked if the man knew of your whereabouts. “Are you one of those reporters or one of the fans?”
“Call me a bit of both. I’ve interviewed her before, yes, but I’m not here on business.”
“Uh-huh. Well, you can try The Sherry Diner,” he said.
“Thank you very much for your time and information. Good day to you,” he said.
“Good day to you all!” the man said with a wave and fake smile as he closed the door.
It took some more questions but eventually, he found himself at the diner.
On the exterior of the building was a chalkboard, stating the name and day’s specialties. The inside was mostly lit by the wide windows, the lower half covered with green curtains. The floors were wooden and creaked slightly. The chairs and tables were rather the same but with table clothes covering the tops of the tables, a pale yellow in color. It was quaint. Not what he expected.
The place was still fairly full. People at probably half of the tables. Chit-chat filled the air along with jazz that played on the radio.
“Can you top me off?” a man asked.
“Of course, here you go, Ford. I’ll be with you in a minute, sweetheart,” a woman’s voice, soft and curling around the words with a southern drawl, said as she called the last part out over her shoulder, towards him. He looked over and realized it was you. “How’s your mama doing? I heard she got hit real bad with the flu? She alright now?“
A bell rang and you started walking away but the man still answered, “That was a couple weeks ago. She’s doing better now. Still a bit slow but nothing she can’t handle.”
“That’s good. I’m glad to hear it,” you said as you grabbed a tray with a bowl of soup and plate of bread.
You just placed the food on the table when you turned towards the door. “Sorry, about that. What can I—“
Your eyes widened when you saw him. He smiled and waved at you right before the tray hit the ground.
“You alright, cher?” Ford asked, moving to get up.
“I— I’m fine,” you said slowly, not taking your eyes off him as you knelt down to pick up the tray. “Why don’t you find yourself a seat, sir? I’ve got some. . . things I need to check on in the back.”
Then you were gone. A woman stood up from her seat, dark hair and complexion, extremely tall, and called your name. “Girl, are you okay?” she asked as she followed you in the back which seemed allowed even if she clearly wasn’t a waitress.
That left him alone with many peoples eyes on him. He found himself a seat.
In the kitchen, you burst through the doors and pushed yourself against the wall, tray held close to you like a shield.
“Is he still there?” you asked the cook who looked out the window and nodded as Inez opened the kitchen door.
“What’s going on?” she asked. “Who is that man?”
“He’s the show host,” you told her. “The one I told you about that wouldn’t leave me alone.”
“I thought you liked him,” she said. “Do I need to go beat him up anyway? I’ll do it.”
You shook your head as you grabbed her arm. “I don’t know what to do.”
“How about your job?” the cook suggested.
“Shut up, Lloyd,” Inez hissed through her teeth. The next second though she was soft spoken, “How ‘bout you just breath.”
“I don’t even know how to talk,” you told her. “I don’t use this voice in interviews. I didn’t use this voice at all while I was up there. Ain’t no way they were gonna take me seriously.”
“If he so much as looks at you wrong, I’ll sleep with his wife,” she said.
“The hell?”
“Shut up, Lloyd! Ain’t nobody talking to you!”
“He doesn’t have a wife,” you told her.
“Then his mom.” She cupped your face and pressed her forehead against yours. “Do you need me to go tell him to leave or do you want me to wait on him or neither?”
“I— I can. . . I’m over exaggerating.”
“No, you’re not so what do you need me to do?”
“I can do it. I’ll do it. Just can you not leave until he does?” you asked.
“Of course, honey. Do you want to go out first or me?”
“You can go, I just. . . I need a second.”
“Of course.”
She placed a kiss on your forehead and stood. Lloyd gave her a look and she flipped him off as she left.
As soon as the door opened, she met eyes with the infamous show host. You didn’t talk about him much. Really, you didn’t talk about many personal things but she did know of him. Now that she thought of it, she recalled seeing his face on the television with you.
She sat back down where she’d been. Some now cold and unfinished shrimp and grits in front of her.
You kicked yourself off the wall and followed after her a minute later.
You could do this. It’d be fine. You just talk to him like anyone else. You weren’t in his world right now. He was in yours. You knew the rules.
“So, what drink can I get you started with this evening, sir?” you asked.
“Do you want me to leave?” he asked instead.
That simple question threw you completely off once again but this time instead of causing you panic, it made you relax. You knew this man. It was alright.
“No, you don’t have to do that. You just caught me by surprise is all,” you told him.
“That was half the intention but I was more expecting ‘wow, you’re here’ instead of ‘let me run in the back for ten minutes,’” he said but you could tell from his tone he meant it in good fun.
“Well, it’s not every day a man like you walks in here and I wasn’t prepared for figuring out what in the world I should do,” you said.
“And what are you supposed to do other than be your darling self?” he asked.
You floundered for a moment before just vaguely gesturing. “I can’t be like this on television and be expected to be taken seriously. People expect a certain act, not a southern waitress.”
“I like your accent,” he said simply and earnestly.
You felt your cheeks flush at the words. From a man like him that was. . . it meant something.
“Well, not everybody does. What can I get you started with?”
“I put my fate in your hands.”
You leaned close to his face. “My taste in food’s gonna kill you so why don’t you look at that menu while I get you something to drink. Since you haven’t told me anything, I’ll go with the unoffensive water.”
You were gone before he could reply.
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By Choice | Revenant x Fem reader
How dufuk dat Totem work. Also obv this is before his Rework. Daddy didn't need no fancy shmancy work to be HIM.
Word count: 3528
By Choice
Your first encounter with teh simulacrum was something you hardly forget, and you constantly think of given how different a dynamic you now have.
It leaves you in awe, and he shares the same feeling, unable to understand how a single person can mean so much.
The tanned-skinned woman offers you a stern look, a mix of pity and spite facing you as you look at her with happy eyes that have yet to understand the shift in mood.
She'd just offered you words of encouragement, even if they held playful tease, but now as she looked at you, she seemed rather sour.
-All to your confusion.
"Loba?" you say with uncertainty, your face showing just how concerned you are.
She seemed to have regretted speaking to you in the first place, and the truth was, she'd rather forget who you were now because it wouldn't make sense to remember someone who wouldn't last.
At your address, she tried to force a smile, an unconvincing one that made your earlier valor slack. For whatever reason you felt less confident about your debut.
"It's nothing dear," she said with that same unconvincing curve to her lips.
It took you a moment to understand why, and You didn't have to ask why her expression had changed as you then turned and followed her line of vision, soon looking at the banner next to yours.
'Oh...'
-To think you'd be paired with the synthetic nightmare on your first match as an Apex Legend.
For a prolonged second, you stared at the banners with wide eyes, in disbelief before another contender approached, coincidentally the same who'd be your teammate.
Loba practically sneers as your partner makes his way towards you, sizing you down as you stare back at him with a sternness that wavers the closer he comes.
She doesn't stay long after that, and she doesn't even bother to tell you anything more either, all of which you overlook as you are more concerned with the bot's presence.
You swallow down thickly as your heart speeds and aches in pain, uncertain of what is to come, feeling unfortunate that not only would you have to watch out for potential enemies, but consider your partner a possible hostile too.
To say the least, you were on edge the entire time and were relieved to part ways after. Even if there had been nothing truly eventful about your match other than him shoving you out of the way a couple times.
You clenched your fist each time but bit back saying anything more than a short huff the second time it happened.
You were glad it was over, much more that you came back in one piece. But luck would have it that you'd find yourself working with him more than once, so much that you wondered if it was fate.
You wondered if there was something you couldn't escape waiting for you at the simulacrum's side.
'maybe death,' you mused darkly at first.
-That or the games were somehow rigged.
Though, you pondered if your fate was as horrifying as you had initially thought given how you no longer felt threatened by him.
He was a dick to you, but even his attitude began to ease as time passed, and so did yours.
He went from disliking you, to simply ignoring you....to suddenly being pleasant, earning your favor, something that wouldn't have been too difficult from the beginning.
'Maybe he just takes some warming up,' you mused with relief at your newfound partnership, finding things worked better when he actually considered your plans.
-And from pleasant, he went to confusing.
.
.
.
' Alluring little thing,' he constantly thinks so.
He regularly observes you, memorizing your every movement, even the most subtle breaths that leave you.
He regularly keeps track of your heartbeat and does so with the same tranquility one would find with the sound of gentle music.
He's keen on the existing twinkles in your eyes throughout the day, under different lighting, and inspired by different emotions.
It's all so interesting to him.
You are interesting.
The fixation he has for you digs deep, further than anything else he's ever felt, bypassing the searing wrath that has, until then been his only drive.
Unscathed, he made his way towards you, his long legs reaching you in short strides.
"You came back..." you say with relief, the words leaving you in a low breath. You sure are surprised, he can tell by the way your eyes look at him as though the sight of him is the last thing you'd thought to catch.
-Especially with how he reacted just before he stalked off after your earlier spat about strategies
And you beam as a result, unknowingly letting him know just how much it meant that he turned back.
Before long, slowly his hand fell to your face, the back of his fingers gently drawing down your moistened cheek as you'd just crawled away from the water you'd fallen into during your last scuffle.
Blood gently grazes his affectionate digits, and while he's familiar with the feeling, it's not quite as tantalizing as it's always been.
-And it's been an issue with you lately that he can't seem to understand, or express.
Instead, it's an oddly hollow feeling he feels, even if it's nothing more than a scratch that's marked your face.
Realizing that your pain brings him no pleasure is strange and bothersome, but he doesn't voice his new discovery. Instead, he masks it, pulling back his hand too for being so impulsive.
Why has touching you become such an obsession?
-He burns to know.
"hn...Get up," he demands while helping you up, pulling you by the arm after giving you a quick heal.
Your legs scramble to find ground as he quickly pulls you to him faster than you can gather your thoughts or try getting up on your own.
Though, throughout the trip, you had newfound vigor.
Because If he came back there had to be a reason. He had to find you useful, and you wouldn't disappoint. You'd show the simulacrum that you were just as worthy of a contender, an equal partner that wasn't going to be a commodity like he'd stated before he left you earlier.
As snappy as his words are, you only huff with triumph, nodding, looking at him the entire time with that little twinkle in your eye.
However, as soon as he helped you up, your breath paused and that little spike in courage was forgotten.
You lean close to him as a consequence of his gruff pull, for a second lingering as you look up at him and put on an uncertain face, curious of him as he is of you.
-At least, that's what he would like to imagine; That you are just as interested in him as he is in you.
It's considered, and For whatever reason he stays there by you, silent.
You lick your lips, subtly, not at all seductive, yet all the same, looking alluring as you offer him eyes that question him for every one of his actions that seem so unlike him.
For instance, his persisting hold that has gone from your arm to your side.
A single hand stays there and he watches as you direct your pretty eyes down to the side it resides after looking away from his own sight.
As of late, he's gotten closer throughout every interaction, and you've noticed.
'What's he doing?' You want to ask him, but you feel embarrassed too, silly too.
'He's a robot....well, Simulacrum,' you think with correction. 'Aren't they... somewhat human? At one point wasn't he?' You don't know what to think, but as you remember that, a part of you feels happy.
Something in you warms at the idea of there existing a part of him that holds the emotional capacity you do...that could somehow understand what it is that you are feeling at that very moment.
And your skin tingles as he takes the tiniest step forward while still gripping your hip.
'It's silly right?' you wonder, 'What should I do?' you wonder without direction.
While lost in thought, your hand rises, instinctually drawn to him, but he stops you midway by breaking the moment with a step driven back.
He has to peel himself away from you, being the first to move as he advises you to heal while turning to face east, and you are grateful he does.
It's not like you wanted him to draw distance, but at least he saves you the embarrassment by looking elsewhere.
'Maybe it's for the best,' You think.
"That's where we're heading," he tells you while marking the map, and he threatens to leave you behind again while waiting, eyeing you to make sure you're prepared to move, not missing the way you can't meet his gaze.
-Observant to how you seem to smile as you look at anything but him, even if it's not entirely joy-filled. There's a touch of something more but he can hardly catch it as you do your best to hide your face.
Though, occasionally you slip, and it's adorable as you try and peek at him, much more when you pretend it's not what you wanted.
It's not just enchanting how you look, but why you look that way.
And he's insistent on being the one to cause those reactions, on being the only one you show those precious responses to.
He feels scorned when anyone else can make you happy.
it's sickening at first how much he craves you. It's humiliating to him how he needs to point you to him instead, though, it's watered down when you seem to need less and less of a pull.
it's satisfying when you seek him, when you stop looking at him with question, and merely act on the same instinct he has when near you.
As his hand falls over your cheek, you stand surprised, your eyes peeled wide as his fingers move in soft caresses.
'It's just like before...' you think back to when he'd first done so, to that moment so many weeks ago.
You'd thought about it so much, nearly obsessed over it, and just how excited you felt no matter how hard you tried to pretend it didn't happen.
Your eyes flutter close, acceptant to his cold touch.
Soon, you become eased into the act, expectant of it, and he loves the way your eyes flutter close, taking in a long breath to enjoy the moment like it's an otherwordly pleasure.
The more he repeats the act, the closer he feels you, and before long there's less uncertainty.
Now, he's amused at knowing the touch of his razor-sharp claws can cause you serenity. Furthermore, it's something you need from him as you become bold, taking his kind hand, cradling it in your own as you lead it to your face and offer him sweet eyes and a pout that fills him with the slightest guilt for making you wait.
Never before would he have thought he'd succumb to a simple look, much less one as bratty as the one you pull.
These were the kinds of things he'd see people do and scoff at... How is it that he's now just one in the mass of these annoying, unbearable skinbags?
Curiosity led to experimentation which, opened the path to a routine that brought forth a side of him he forgot existed.
It'd been lifetimes ago since he'd felt the insistency to touch anyone so softly, or even be the recipient of such a feeling.
He soon becomes content with his own fill of affection, moving on without any address.
In a sense, it's like a kiss to you, an 'I've missed you' without words, moreso when it's been longer than a few hours apart.
-And that's another thing, he can't stay away.
It's not long before you pay him back with the same gentle touches, enamored by his every edge and smooth plating, an idea he thought impossible.
He feels almost naked sometimes, far too much, and while it's overwhelming at times, he doesn't tell you to stop or urge you back.
Knowing that he can also fill you with desire makes him feel alive, existent in a realm he's made of something more than wires and programming.
And one day he pushes further, coming down to your lips, pressing his own.
There's no movement from his mouth, and yet you press your soft one to his, pretending there is flesh there.
Your unbothered behavior sends him to the moon as you hold his hands, passionate in the lasting kiss.
He can feel it, your lips on his, the warmth and devotion in what you offer.
Somehow...can you?
'Can a machine love?' Noxx has dared to ask, and even if his genuine curiosity holds obnoxious condescension, it's made Revenant wonder.
-Enough to ask you.
Your eyes open wide, and you look at him with stupefaction.
"W-why do you..." you can hardly ask without stumbling over your words, and he noted your heart is fighting to jump out of your chest, it's restless as it races.
it stills when his fingers catch your chin, holding it there delicately as you continue to lay beneath him, caged down by his outstretched arm.
"You're a smart girl," he compliments because he truly does find you fascinating, even if he teases you.
He considered your thoughts worthy of contemplation, even the silly ones.
" What do you think?" he wants to know.
He wants you to speak the possibility into reality, because if you say so, then he's willing to believe.
He doesn't love himself enough to consider being happy, but if you, as fascinating and wonderful as you are tell him it's possible, then he has no doubt.
he feels something in him sinking as your eyes hold back tears, and he prepares himself for the worst, nearly certain that somehow this has all been too good.
"If I can love one... I'd hope he could feel the same for me," you say as you offer him a smile, a soft one he wants to call his and keep safe.
"If I can say I love you and be sure of it, even when I feel so afraid - could you admit it to me too?" you're begging, because you're at the point of no return, and his question feels like a make it or break it moment.
'Are you capable of that?' you think with worry.
The uncertainty in the question he asks fills you with worry because you know what you feel for him. You love Revenant and were sure every step you'd taken together was one taken with love from both sides.
' Or is this when you tell me... when you show me your true self?'
It filled you with dread to think that this was somehow a game of his, that he was truly evil and treacherous.
it's been on your mind for a while,
'Silly little Girl... you're nothing more than a game to him.' Revenant's voice echoed in your head, startling you.
You thought it had been your teammate at first, that Revenant had found his way to you already, but that hadn't been the case. You couldn't see him anywhere, and you wondered if you'd imagined the voice at first.
The sound of static occasionally fell in the background and you pressed your lips thinly wondering why your comms were failing.
"Rev... I can't hear you," you try to communicate with your partner, though, getting nothing back but choppy static.
Laughter surrounded you, and you grew weary of it.
It sounded just like Revenant, and the more he spoke, the less you were sure it was just your imagination.
"What's happening?" you thought with uncertainty, feeling sick.
There was only one thing you could think of, but you were unsure because this hadn't happened the last time you'd used his Totem. it was nothing similar.
'Poor little skinsuit...' He murmured.
' - used as just some entertainment in between matches where he can do what he actually loves,' he persists, and you had to bite back.
"That's not true," you start with annoyance that soon deters the longer he repeats the words, the more he continues to taunt you. It feels as though you'd been listening to him for an eternity, wearing down your will.
Ignoring him hadn't worked, but it seemed that arguing back was worse.
Laughter follows as a retort before he speaks again,
'It's what he was made for, It's ALL he is.'
The words are spat out, sharp, and sinister.
Just as you find refuge, you look down at your hands, and your breath comes out short and quick, as the air feels sparse.
"he's not like that, " you say as you look down at your empty palms covered in black smoke. "I thought he was, but he's not." you continue.
'Revenant, He's gentle... soft.
he's different with me...' You tried to remember that.
"he's different," you voice.
'ooh?' coos the voice, 'different you say?' he asks.
'I see he's got you all worked up with his fingers. You're familiar with them, but have you ever seen them painted red? Don't you know that same hand has sliced through more hearts than your little one could ever bear?'
"I know already, what he's done... what he is," you say.
'Do you? ' He asks with doubt.
'Do you think he's a victim? that he's some poor, trapped soul?' He asked with scrutiny.
'Aren't you sweet... you pity him don't you?' he asked with amusement.
'you want to save him, right?' he persisted with the same sneer.
'Well let me tell you something, he's earned his place in this hell! No one forced him to be the monster he is! he's made killings far before he was trapped in that body.' He informed you, making you bite your lip down harshly.
'Did he tell you that? of course not, he hasn't even told you his real name, has he?' he asked confidently.
"When he's ready he'-" Your voice died when he interrupted you.
'He knows your every secret while giving you nothing but breadcrumbs.
Sweet, sweet (f/n).
You trusted the wrong person again, didn't you?' he sang as your vision blurred, and you had to admit that stung.
Just the idea...
'That's right...' Revenant's voice starts as your face slowly falls into bleak realization.
'And you were so easy...' he added with a chuckle, 'All he had to do was offer you a little petting, like a dog.
he hardly did anything before you leaned in for more, ' and you recall it.
'Were you that touch starved?' he asked with mock pity.
At that, you closed your eyes tight, and you shook, denying it.
'Love me! love me! Oh please! Look at me! Please, someone love me!
- Pathetic!' The sound of laughter made you shrink.
' Even in this dimension, you're pathetic,' he said with a cackle.
His words continued until Familiar hands took a grasp at your shoulders, holding you tight and making you open your eyes in shock, a strangled breath leaving you.
Revenant, your Revenant in his physical form looked down at you, and as his hands squeezed you, you came to with a start.
"What the hell did you do?" the question came out irate and nasty as he stared at your shaky form, his voice making you flinch as you continued to stare at him with surprised eyes that soon filled with fright.
'This is who he is, All he is....' the voice said before it became quieter, leaving you with nothing but doubt. 'Remember that when he touches you...'
You could only shake your head in denial, not knowing what you were trying to wash your hands of exactly.
Meanwhile, You shook in his hold, and that very expression you couldn't wipe away had him unsettled,
"What did he tell you?" it was the only question he could ask, and you couldn't answer him.
Your voice refused to work, nothing but a small sound came out before you took a frantic step back.
He noticed and pulled you back, his hands refusing to let go. the ends of his digits dug deep into your arms, the grasp becoming aching enough to make you wince.
"Answer me!" his anxiousness deepened through his words and the desperate way he held you.
As you looked up at him, truly gazed at him you remembered how scared you'd been when you first met him, and why.
You recalled one thing: that after all, he was meant for killing.
How could you forget?
'He's right, at least about one thing,' you thought with dismay as the step you took back returned, the foot falling back to its earlier place after he restrained you.
The haunting voice had been right because you can't fight back. even if you had the strength to pry him off, you had no will to draw further.
'it is pathetic...'
Where else could you run to?
there was nowhere else you wanted to go, no other arms you sought for refuge.
-Because you loved him.
And it was the first time you truly admitted it.
Soon, you clung to him, needing to hold him, having a desperation to feel his arms coiling around you.
You'd wondered what it'd be like, and it was as serene as you'd expected, offering you a comfort no one else could.
'Even if this is a game to you, give me more time, let me enjoy this more.'
"Shut up..." your voice stayed soft as you pressed your cheek close to him, " Please... please shut up,"
His voice was no comfort to you right now, especially not when it melted with the vicious one from earlier and you begged him to stay silent.
But you wanted him close.
"Just hold me... touch me... don't let me go...Rev, "
"Stupid little skinsuit," he muttered, still annoyed, though complying with a gradual approval.
He hadn't imagined you'd ever lean on him the way you were now, so desperately.
"I warned you," he really wanted to scold you, because he told you not to touch his totem, that it was only his to enter.
There was a reason for his forewarning.
The longer he'd been with you, and the more he was starting to feel for you, the more unbearable it became to go through it, and he just knew it'd be a true nightmare for you.
His lips grazed the crown of your head, gently pressing down, 'How could I resist?' he wondered, his earlier fury settled.
'Especially when you cling to me like this...'
Though, he insisted on knowing what you were told. It would take some digging, but he'd figure it out. But later, because at that moment, you were more important, comforting you was his only objective.
"Do you love me?" you ask him with that soft tone to your voice that has him feeling sparked with something vibrant.
"Because I love you, " you say while you lean close, and he comes down to try and meet you. His hand shifts to hold your cheek, marveling at the delicate skin and how there's a touch of flush to it.
One of your arms is draped over his shoulder, fingers scrunching the red cloth that covers the back of his head whist your other hand is pressed to his chest.
"Revenant? Do you feel something for me? Something similar?Anything?"
He's always been fascinated by your heart, and he wishes you could feel something beneath your palm. He wishes you could feel how much his heart would be speeding at your confessions and the sensual way you peer at him.
" I feel you mine," is what he first says, marveling at your sight.
"And only you have my mercy," he tells you, as his fingers brush your cheek. Without much thought you turn your head, your lips aimed to brush over his hand.
Successfully, you land a kiss before looking up at him with eyes dimmed with yearning.
"You have what no one else has, or ever will," he says with certain.
"And what's that?" you ask softly.
"- Me." he answers simply.
"My devotion, and conscious loyalty," he affirms. "Something no one, not even Hammond will take from me again," he swore to you and himself.
"With you, I'm a puppet by choice," he said while nuzzling his face to your neck, and as strange as it may be those words meant much more than a simple I love you.
From Revenant, their meaning was profound.
There was a knot in your throat, and to save yourself from what would be choked words you pressed your lips to his, finding your own way to translate the Phrase.
'I love you too...'
#revenant x reader insert#revenant x fem reader insert#revenant fanfiction#revenant fanfic#revenant apex#revenant x y/n#revenant x you#revenant x reader#revenant imagine#revenant x fem reader#apex fanfic#apex x reader#apex legends
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Altami Headcanons! 💕｡ﾟ( ﾟ^∀^ﾟ)ﾟ｡
I apologize that they just go randomly. I just wrote what came to mind. 😅 Besides Altaïr and Tami, I also gave a few headcanons about Sabina. :3
Enjoy! 💗
When they started dating, Altaïr always goes to visit Tami after completing a mission. He either helps her with chores or ranch work or they both read books, cook, watch movies/shows, play video games, draw, or just lounge and cuddle. But from time to time, both of them go on an adventure!
Altaïr was introduced to the TaE Family, who welcomed him with open arms, but some were still uneasy with his presence like Taino, Elphina, Emma, Jarrod and Maiev, but as time passed, they were eventually glad that Altaïr was Tami's faithful partner. Despite this, Altaïr and Jarrod have a bit of a rivalry with each other.
Tami was introduced to the Assassin's Brotherhood later when Altaïr took her to the Falcon's Highlands for the first time. Like her family to her boyfriend, the assassins welcomed her with enthusiasm.
The two are always together. Always. And both become very inseparable after marriage. They do almost everything together, but they don't mind when one of them goes to spend time with family/friends.
Every relationship isn't perfect, and that's true for Altaïr and Tami as well. They rarely have a disagreement about something stupid, they argue and then don't talk to each other for few hours. Nevertheless, they both feel sorry for their beloved, apologize to each other and cuddle together in forgiveness. Fortunately, both of them understand each other very well and can always come to an agreement. Simply, communication, loyalty and affection are the most important for them.
Since Altaïr lost Adha, he doesn't want to let anything happen to Tami and he tends to be overprotective. That was one of the reasons why he always sticks by her side. He kisses her on the face, checks to see if she's eaten/drank, dries her with towel after showering and snuggles up to her while sleeping. Despite this, he still gives Tami space when she needs it and won't allow her to be separated from her family.
Tami tries to say nice words to Altaïr in Arabic, which warms his heart, and he tries to do the same to her, but in Slovak. They both play a guessing game, what the other one says in their native language. Also they address each other with pet names in both Arabic and Slovak.
Both are introverts, so they don't show much affection in public, but when they are alone, they show each other affection in all forms.
Tami can imitate and make animal sounds such as pigeon's cooing, cheetah's chirping and purring and also Hunter's growl. She can even imitate other people's voices. Altaïr learned to purr from her, because the idea of them both purring while cuddling is cute.
Due to the trauma of school, Tami hates being yelled at and starts to shed tears. That's why Altaïr doesn't allow himself to shout at his beloved or their daughter. He cannot be angry at them.
Tami introduced Altaïr to her pets (Beaky, Raven and Kamari). Her partner was unsure at first as he had never seen dinosaurs before (the first time he had seen them from a distance when he got to Havaykia) and a cheetah so close. Tami convinced him that they were friendly and had been riding Beaky together. After a while, Altaïr finally gets used to them.
Altaïr has a pet female golden eagle named Caukasa, whom he found injured in the Island of Eagle and took care of. When he released her back into the wild, Caukasa always followed him until finally he "tamed" her. Caukasa helps him find targets on missions. Altaïr also takes care of abandoned and injured pigeons and doves.
Tami showed him more about dinosaurs and animals, while Altaïr told her about physiology and astronomy. Once she tells him about evolution and he still can't believe that 375 million years ago humans were once fish.
Altaïr's favorite dinosaurs are dromaeosaurids such as Deinonychus, Utahraptor and Velociraptor, as they resemble birds of prey. From the herbivorous dinosaurs, he likes the iguanodontids because of the pointed "thumb" which resembles blade.
Altaïr doesn't like to be without a beard and mustache because he would look like a "kid", but also he doesn't like a long beard for looking like an "old man".
At first, Altaïr thought animation was only for children, but when he and Tami first watched the Lion King, he cried so much at Mufasa's death that his girlfriend had to stop the movie and comfort him. It happened again while watching The Land Before Time (the first one) and he cried again at the death of Little Foot's Mother. Today, he considers animation to be an art form and even prefers watching it over live-action movies/shows.
Altaïr doesn't like sweets, while Tami can't resist the sweet taste, but she tries not to eat it too much. They both love spicy food, especially with chili.
Altaïr used to have a minor ophidiophobia (fear of snakes). Tami's oldest adopted sister, Elphina, is a lover of snakes, and she showed him that snakes are not evil creatures, but misunderstood animals that deserve respect, thanks to which Altaïr overcame this fear.
Of course, Altaïr couldn't swim, and for that he has thalassophobia (fear of deep water). In his old universe, he used to go to wash in a river that wasn't deep, but he usually tries to avoid deep water. According to him, swimming is not suitable for stealth. Because of his inability to swim, his brotherhood mocked him, but Tami and her family decided to help him and taught him to swim on the beach a few kilometers from the ranch. Thanks to them, Altaïr finally learned to swim (at least the basics). Well, once he played Subnautica with Tami, and that made his thalassophobia even deeper.
Tami has tonitrophobia (fear of lightning), acrophobia (fear of heights) and fear of doomsday. One night there was a storm and lightning struck not far from the ranch and Tami was crying in fear. Fortunately, at that time Altaïr was with her and comforted her by cuddling. Tami had trouble with heights when she had to learn the Leap of Faith, but in one mission she was being chased by Templars, so she managed to overcome her fear by jumping into water and escape. And doomsday is her worst fear. She is worried not only about her family and friends, but about nature and everything she loves will lost from existence forever. She is also afraid that after death there will be nothing and she will never see her loved ones. Thankfully, her partner and family always cheer her up.
Their common fear is abandonment. The thought of being left alone is terrifying for them. Altaïr lost his loved ones, while Tami fears that one day her loved ones will leave her.
One day, Altaïr ran away from the hideout to the TaE Family's Ranch for Tami due to he couldn't stand the taunts from the other assassins anymore. He said that the other assassins made fun of Tami as well and that was the last straw for him. TaE Family offered him to stay with them as long as he wanted and he agreed. Surprisingly, Altaïr is more tolerant with TaE Family than his fellow Brotherhood members. Of course, a few days later, Bayek and Amunet came and begged Altaïr to return to the brotherhood, because without him they would not defeat the Templars. At first Altaïr refused, but Tami decided to join the brotherhood, shocking her partner and family. Arriving in Falcon's Highlands, the assassins apologized to Altaïr and never allowed themselves to making fun of him (only playful nudges) since then due to Tami is defending him.
Abbas tried to ruin their relationship (like in Looney Tunes xD) many times, but he never succeeded.
Even though Tami became an assassin, she still doesn't know combat well and prefers to avoid conflict. She mostly uses sleep, berserk and poison darts with a blowpipe, making it easier for her to progress through missions.
Altaïr and Tami were married under a blooming magnolia tree.
Altaïr, Tami and their daughter Sabina were born in the winter season: Tami was born on December 18th, Altaïr on January 11th and Sabina on February 15th.
When Sabina was born, Altaïr decided not to do assassin's missions in order to devote himself to his family and protecting them.
What Altaïr loves most is when he sleeps holding both of his loved ones in his arms and snuggling up to them.
Altaïr and Tami were thinking about having another child, but they were worried about Tami's health or if Sabina would be jealous or if they were even able to take care of two children at once. Only time will tell…
Since childhood, Sabina has been interested in farming, like her family friends, the Palins family.
Altaïr mostly helps Sabina with her homework from school, while Tami helps her with biology and computer science homework.
In Sabina's teens, she starts dating Pablo. Her parents were happy for her, but Altaïr reminded Pablo that if he hurts Sabina, Altaïr will stab him (jokingly of course; and I'm tired of the jealous father trope).
As Sabina grew, Tami realized that sooner or later their daughter would leave them, and she was saddened by this. Altaïr and Sabina comfort her and promise her that they will be together forever. 💗 (this headcanon was inspired by this song 🥹)
Bonus: Drawing which I believe Sabina drew :3
#sorry for bad english#and sorry for grammatical errors#tamiisnthere's fanfic#tamiisnthere's artwork#Crossover Universe#Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad#Tami Fountain#Sabina Bint-Altaïr#Altami#headcanons#headcanon#altaïr#altair ibn la'ahad#altair#altaïr ibn la'ahad#Tami#Sabina#canon x oc#self insert#persona#canon x self insert#canon x sona#it will definitely flop but it doesn't matter <3#Tumblr hates many points on bulleted list (as saving it I mean)
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Capable
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Android AU
Genre: Smut
Words: 1408
Warnings: sexual content (female receiving oral); strong language
Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost
Taglist: @soobin-chois
He would be taken to a junkyard. I couldn’t just watch him be thrown away. A perfectly good android like him would be a crime to waste away and rust.
Sure, he was covered in oil. Some of his pieces weren’t properly screwed on, and he definitely needed new clothes and his hair brushed; but, it was nothing a little elbow-grease and effort couldn’t handle.
So of course I took him home.
🎃
It took plenty of time to get him into actual working order, but once I finished, I was glad I chose to rescue him. He was gorgeous. Not only was he physically beautiful, but his hardware was extremely high quality and mostly fully functional. I had fine-tuned any bits that seemed off, but overall, he seemed to be perfect.
I took pride in my passion projects, and he would be no different. Sadly, I hadn’t had time to boot him up, but patience is a virtue.
But finally, I had time.
He stood before me, five-foot-ten of wires, metal, and artificial skin. His hair was softer than mine, and he had facial features to die for. I turned him on, but it seemed to take longer than it should, and I wondered if I wasn’t as good at robotics as I thought.
His eyes flashed with the standard blue bootup before settling into a realistic humanoid version of eyes. The color was a deep, rich brown that was easy to get lost in. His head slowly lifted up until he stared straight ahead. And then he was still, waiting.
🎃
It took some getting used to. I had lived with roommates before, but an android was not the same. He was much quieter when moving around and was not a great conversationalist. He was a great listener though.
But something else was different about him. He seemed rather clingy for a being that was supposed to be without emotions or attachments. Maybe it didn’t help that I had named him… Maybe androids are like pets, and if you name them then you’re doomed to be attached. But I couldn’t help myself.
I refused to walk around referring to him as “android” or “robot” or anything else of the sort. So I named him Taehyung, and he seemed to like it if the tiny upturn of his lips was any indication. Then I worked on helping him with new slang, tweaking his vocabulary and speech to sound more human-like.
But that still didn’t explain the touchiness. It started out with him occasionally laying a hand on my shoulder. Then, he began sitting closer to me when I relaxed in my living space, and he would brush his hand along my back when he passed by me in the kitchen. Eventually, he worked all the way up to resting his hand on my thigh, hugging me from behind, and petting my head.
He was acting like a lover would despite me never asking that of him. I had never seen such behavior in an android before, but I couldn’t deny that it was getting to me. I don’t know what he was trying to accomplish, but if he continued to act that way for much longer then I’d likely let him get away with whatever he desired.
🎃
“Why do you never use me for my purpose?” He finally asked me one night. It was rare that he spoke, let alone without me addressing him first.
“Your… purpose?” I stared up at him from my place on the couch, cross-legged and comfortable in my raggedy sweats and oversized tee. He moved to kneel in front of me, placing his hands gently on either of my knees.
“I was originally created as an android for sexual pleasure.” The words were monotone, but they still managed to send shockwaves through my stomach, settling in the pit of my abdomen and leaving behind an uncomfortable warmth. He had to know how attractive he was—how attracted I am to him. “I heard them say they were going to throw me away because something malfunctioned in my system code, but I can still serve my purpose. I know I can; I just need to prove it.”
“Taehyung…” I began to speak; but, one of his hands tightened ever so slightly, and he peered up at me through his lashes in a way that rendered me speechless.
“Y/N. Let me prove myself worthy of the care you gave me. I need to show you that I am not a useless hunk of metal. I was programmed to provide pleasure for my owner, and I’ve been trying to get you to initiate. However, you have seemed uninterested in my capabilities.” I stared at him in shock, quite unsure how to respond.
Apparently no response was close enough to non-refusal in his eyes, because the next minute his lips were capturing my own. He kissed well, with sensuality and care, and it became quickly obvious that this was indeed his “purpose.”
Taehyung kissed with the perfect balance between firm and gentle—not too slow or fast—and since he didn’t need to breathe himself, he monitored my breaths in order to give me time to catch my own breath.
If kissing him was that magnificent then I couldn’t imagine what fucking him would be like.
His hands slid from their place on my knees and he uncrossed my legs, draping them over his shoulders. He drew the left leg of my pants up and pressed wet, warm kisses up the length of my calf before he repeated the action on the other side. His fingers slid slowly up the inner seam of the sweats until they caught on a couple holes in the thighs—worn down from rubbing together for so long.
Taehyung easily wiggled his fingers into the holes, despite the fabrics protest, and then he promptly ripped the crotch of my sweats away. I could feel myself clench at the action, which he caught of course.
My panties were no match either, which was not surprising after the beating my old sweats took. He stared at my cunt with a hunger in his eyes that shouldn’t be possible for an android. Or maybe I imagined it in the haze of my arousal. Regardless, he didn’t hold back for much longer.
His tongue swiped through my folds, eagerly stealing away the wetness he was to blame for. His lips attached to my clit shortly after, and my back lifted from the couch in response.
He sucked at the button, rolling his tongue around it several times, before pulling away and grazing it with his teeth. My hips bucked forward into his face at the pleasure, and I expected to be pinned to the couch for doing so. Instead, he smirked up at me and dove right in.
His tongue penetrated me, licking along the walls of my insides. His hands squeezed at the flesh of my thighs, pinching at spots that he knew were sensitive. I wouldn’t last much longer at this rate and he knew it.
His right hand slid higher, joining his face to meet my pussy. His thumb rubbed slow and steady circles against my clit, teasing, as he pulled his face away from my hole. I assumed he was going to move on to fingering me, but again he surprised me. He blew cold air directly into me, causing me to clench and squirm at the temperature change. I was too sensitive, but I didn’t dare ask him to stop. I only wanted more.
His mouth connected with my pussy again; his tongue reaching impossibly deeper and curling against the spot I needed most. At the same time, his thumb increased in both speed and pressure until I felt my toes curl against his back.
My hips were lifting off the couch and one of my hands flew to fist at the curls atop his perfect head. My vision went white and dotted with black stars. Never in my life had I orgasmed so hard, so perfectly.
He pulled away when he sensed I was becoming overstimulated, and I could tell he was waiting for a performance review. I could only pant up at my ceiling, still coming down from my high.
“If it wasn’t satisfactory, I could show you some of the other things I am programmed to do.”
“Oh trust me, we’ll be going through all of your capabilities, Tae.”
#bangtan sonyeondan#bts#kim taehyung#reader#kim taehyung x reader#bangtan sonyeondan x reader#bts x reader#smut#android au#oneshot#fictober
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Idk this is somewhat of an au. Just a bit of writing bc I got bored.
(Stan is very used to a routine and finds it weird if things aren’t the same way apparently. I wrote basically this line so many times without even realizing 😭 it may change as I edit this, as this is from pre-editing clarity)
[After editing clarity: if you have any questions, comments, concerns or constructive criticism, feel free to give any, because I probably missed stuff in my current half-asleep state. Otherwise, enjoy!]
Stan was waiting by the bus stop, as he did every morning. It felt weird not to do so. He’d been doing it since third or fourth grade after all. It was just routine.
Before Stan could think too much about how long his routine had stayed virtually the same, his best friend Kyle walked over. He was without his ushanka today, something that happened a lot more since Stan said once that Kyle looked good without a hat. Stan didn’t mind.
Stan waved while he watched Kyle make his way over.
Pale, usually decently clear skin and fiery red hair. Green eyes that were brighter than his hat when he wore it, but still went with his accessories regardless.
Stan always found himself observing his super best-friend intently, but wasn’t sure why. He just figured he found Kyle neat, as you should with your best friend.
“Hey dude!” Kyle said, waving, before taking his normal spot next to Stan. “How’s it going?”
“Good,” Stan replied with a small smile.
“Glad to hear,” Kyle said.
They stood for a bit in silence, though not an uncomfortable one. They were such good friends that they could go a while without saying anything and not feel awkward.
After a few minutes, Stan pulled out his phone. He opened an app and started scrolling. It wasn’t long before Kyle was watching over his shoulder.
Stan was used to it at this point. Sheila let Kyle have a phone, of course, but she set up a ton of unnecessary, at least in Stan’s eyes, settings to the phone as Kyle got older. One of those was having the screen time off until after school ends each day, with the restrictions lifting at 3 pm.
Which led to Kyle using watching over Stan’s shoulder as a form of entertainment most of the time. Stan didn’t mind though. For some reason, he really enjoyed when Kyle took interest in whatever was on Stan’s phone and leaned in. Just. His super best-friend. Pretty much close as possible.
Stan shook whatever weird could-be-interpreted-as-gayass thoughts he had floating around from his head and switched his focus back to whatever random shit was playing on his phone.
Well.
He tried to at least.
All he could actually focus on was Kyle leaning his chin on Stan’s shoulder from behind to watch Stan’s phone. Kyle was fully leaning on Stan’s shoulder, close to his face, and Stan felt red.
He didn’t know why, but he felt a bit naseuos all of a sudden.
“Oh, dude sorry but I don’t think it’s the best idea to be so close,” Stan said, voice sounding tight.
“Oh, are you alright?” Kyle asked, sounding worried.
“Yeah. ‘m good. Just need to breathe for a sec…” Stan said, trying to calm his cramping stomach.
what the actual fuck was that about Stanley?! Stan said to himself in his head.
The naseua had calmed down, but now Stan had to address the reason as to WHY he had become naseuos in the first place.
Well, he knew that he used to puke around Wendy when he still liked her…
But that would mean…
Stan shook yet another thought from his head.
God, what was wrong with him today?
Yeah, no. Thats something to unpack later…
Right as Stan finished his thought, Kenny and Cartman arrived.
Kenny had chilled a bit on his lowkey-kind-of-perv-y ways as he’d grown, but Cartman was still a bit of an asshole. Stan honestly would’ve thought something was wrong if he wasn’t.
“What’s up f**s?” Cartman said as he patted Stan HARD on the shoulder, shoving him a bit. “Hope we didn’t interrupt a make out sesh or something.”
Cartman started laughing to himself. Kyle just glared at him, and Stan watched as he walked over to yell at the bigoted boy. A normal thing for the four friends to have play out.
“Hey Stan,” Kenny said from under his parka.
He wore it less often now, but it was a cold winter day, and the extra layer probably felt nice.
“Hi Ken,” Stan said with a greeting high five and fist-bump.
They stood for a bit watching Kyle and Cartman argue before the bus got to their stop.
They all climbed in, Kenny and Cartman sitting more to the front to gossip and be social, while Stan and Kyle sat at the very back of the bus.
Stan took out his phone again, plugging his earbuds in and clicking on his playlist. He stuck one headphone in his right ear and gave the other to Kyle. Listening to music together was an every day occurrence to them. One of Stan’s favorite moments in any day.
Kyle leaned on his shoulder, and after Stan made sure no one was watching them too closely, he leaned his head on top on top of Kyle’s and closed his eyes for a bit.
He wondered how far Kyle must be leaning down to pull off the leaning, but Stan didn’t want to interrupt the moment with unnecessary movement.
All too soon, they were at school, and they had to separate before anyone called them GAY.
Not that that was necessarily a bad thing, but they didn’t want people to label them as something they weren’t. They were just…best buds.
At least, that’s what Stan tried to get himself to believe.
Whatever. Let’s just get inside, get to our lockers and go to first period. No more gay thoughts about your best friend, Stanley, Stan thought to himself.
And with that, then walked into school for the day.
#clarity’s ramblings#writing#writeblr#sp#style sp#kylie broflovski#south park#sp style#south park style#stan x kyle#one shot
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So. The "Lois being mad at Clark for Not Admitting He's Superman" Thing Got Resolved and...
Okay, I'm glad Lois and Clark made up, but they didn't REALLY address the hypocrisy issue. I had a feeling they wouldn't. Otherwise, I enjoyed the episode quite a bit, especially finding out Jimmy's known all this time. Now...
FULL SPOILERS BELOW. BEWARE.
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Good.
The episode begins with them realizing Jimmy is just plain GONE. Clark swept the campsite. The forest. No sign. He's not answering their phone calls. Lois agrees to go help find him, but NOT cuz she wants to be around Clark. But because Jimmy needs them. During it, she reveals she knows a ton about tracking people through the woods cuz her dad took her on wilderness survival weekends.
If you know anything about the comics, you'll know what this is leading up to. Her dad wasn't just being all super prepared...her dad wasn't just military. He's General Lane. He's the bad guy in charge of Task Force X.
They find his phone and...holy crap! Bigfoot is real and it kidnapped Jimmy! Well...not exactly. It's Monsieur Mallah and the Brain.
Jimmy however is actually super psyched that he's gonna be killed by a talking French gorilla and a brain-robot thing that can hover. Mallah and him bond, Jimmy getting to look around the laboratory the two came from. The Brain was a human, Mallah an ordinary gorilla, and they were in Cadmus's research lab, designed not around big fancy weapons, but around more "make cool stuff" in that regard, like mutants, or analyzing portals to other worlds, and of course in Mallah's case...creating superintelligent gorillas. Task Force X however came in and tried to shut it all down, a black hole sort of went off and it destroyed the Brain's body, but Mallah saved his...well...brain.
Meanwhile, Clark and Lois find a graveyard of dead soldiers. They tried to get in and failed miserably. And why? Well...see...that alien tech that keeps popping up got left behind. And it activates when Clark accidentally bumps over it with his foot. Worse still, Mallah and the Brain have been shielding themselves, keeping hidden with a red sun energy generator...which means Clark's powers aren't working well.
But Lois wants to know why Clark has never even told JIMMY the truth, when Jimmy's known even longer after Clark admits he's told Lois more about himself than anyone. She asks "Were your feelings towards me a lie" and he asks how she can think that...juuuuuuust before the robot swarms show up to get them.
They manage to barely get away but Clark takes an onslaught of lasers to his chest, blowing his clothing off except his pants and...
Well...hot damn. Super abs on display.
Seeing this, Lois is obviously concerned. She asks how he knew he was bulletproof and he says "I didn't. I just knew YOU weren't". Lois is now, obviously, feeling guilty about doubting what Clark had told her before and all that.
Through all this, Jimmy's been finding more and more secrets of the Brain and Mallah. They had said the black hole generator there had been shut down...but they kiiiinda sorta set it off to begin with to fake their deaths and cover their escape, and they've got it working again to try and stabilize it, so they can go to another dimension where they can live in peace.
So they've sort of...kiiiinda lied a LITTLE about the circumstances of how they ended up here. But hey, as long as the power stays on-
Theeeeen the power fluctuates as Clark barely manages to get the big steel front doors open. At first it looks like Mallah and the Brain are gonna fight, but then Jimmy insists they talk it out. Clark and Lois apologize for ignoring Jimmy and not going on the camping trip with him and Clark's about to tell him the truth of him being Superman, but Jimmy is like "I KNOW you're Superman, you tore the handle off our door at college, I've known all this time". And he's also mad that Lois was told before he was. Though technically Lois wasn't "told", she found out. But Clark says they have robots chasing them, can they discuss this later?
They all try to fight them off, and we learn they're "OMACS", the head fighting force of Task Force X, which attacked Mallah and Brain years ago. Things look bad cuz Clark's powers are on the fritz and during the firefight Jimmy and Lois ask why Clark didn't just tell the truth and he says he was scared.
"All I've ever wanted was to be normal...I don't want you to treat me like an alien. I just want to be your friend."
Jimmy tells him he doesn't have to worry, they're friends with him cuz of WHO he is, not WHAT. And Lois says she just wants him to be open with them. This...gives Mallah an idea. "Open"! They've got to get the black hole open to stabilize it...and they open it enough to suck in the robots, and Clark's JUST able to hold on long enough to keep them steady while the black hole is then stabilized.
With the robots gone, Mallah and Brain decide they have to leave and it's clear Lois and Clark have patched their relationship up as they hold hands. Brain brings up how the tech, the red sun radiation field, the robots...all of it reacted to HIM. Cadmus set up shop there around 22 years ago...the same time Clark landed on Earth. All of this has to do with him, and this means the head of Task Force X is gunning for him, and he's a super patriot who would blot the sun out if he thought it would help his nation. He's got to be careful.
Not long after, General Lane shows up, realizing the place was recently vacated. SOMEBODY'S been there...and not long ago. But there's still a bunch of tech lying around and he wants Dr. Ivo, his prisoner, to work on putting it to use...to destroy Superman.
Heyyy, wait a minute, this guy's hair was all gone last time we saw him. How'd he get it back?
Still...I liked the episode a lot. I was a bit annoyed they never addressed the whole hypocrisy argument, but as long as Lois doesn't KEEP doing things like stealing people's IDs to sneak into places or the like, aka, lying to get a story, AFTER promising Clark no more lies, then it should be fine.
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ZevWarden Week 2023
Day 2: Secrets, Kept and Told
His Best-Kept Secret
Wordcount: 1,515 | Rating: Teen and Up
Zevran has let himself be catured and is waiting for his Warden. The interrogation, however, is taking an unexpected turn.
WARNINGS FOR:
canon typical violence
the mention of torture
arrow portruding out of someone's stomach
(Read down below or here on AO3)
The torture hadn't started yet, and if everything went according to Zevran's plan, it never would.
Well. Plan was a strong word to use for his vague idea of how things would go. But it was much quicker to say and sounded like more. Presentation was half the sell. His captors seemed to know this too, however, artfully as they had arranged him. And professionally. Zevran tested his restraints for the uptenth time. They held fast, just as they had done the last time, and the time before that, and... Well. It was sufficient to say that these people knew their business. They were even letting him wait for hours in end. Maybe to give him the time to think about his crimes. How very considerate.
And how lucky he was to have a different, secret, and far more exciting topic to think about while he worked on freeing himself.
Antiva had gotten far more beautiful ever since his love had arrived here. He had missed her. He had missed her terribly. Her letter announcing her arrival had sent him mad with fear. She was his secret, his best kept secret. And she would walk right on the Crows' home turf? Out of the question. And he had told her as much.
All these fears had been set aside like old clothes when he had laid eyes on her again. The permanent good mood he had been afflicted with ever since—sweet affliction, sweetest of them all—hadn't dissipated even now. And why would it? His Warden was in Antiva, by his side once more. He would see her again in... Zevran checked the angle of the sunbeam filtering through the window. In an hour or so. They hadn't deprived him of a way to measure time, a gross oversight on their part. Had they actually buckled down to properly inch him ever closer to despai, as torture was supposed to do, they wouldn't have committed such a mistake. Securely as they had tied them up, surely they were not amateurs?
The question answered itself. The door swung open and a black-clad figure entered the dusty but well-lit room. The figure evidently shared his opinion on the preparations; they—she, if Zevran's eyes did not deceive him—scowled as she regarded the room.
"I know, I know," Zevran called over, intent on speeding this along so he could make his appointment. "It would not have been my location of choice either."
Behind the figure, the door slammed shut with an almost offended note to it.
The newcomer clicked her tongue, took off her gloves and placed them on the empty chair sitting in front of him. Circling one wrist, he spotted what looked to be the mark of the last important house of the Crows outside of his influence.
"Arainai's whoreson," she addressed him. "Everyone thought you dead."
"Alas, it seems you were wrong," Zevran said and shrugged. "Valisti, I presume?"
"Concha del Hierro of house Valisti," the Crow nodded and bowed her head slightly. "I am pleased to formally make your acquaintance."
"Likewise," Zevran answered, bit back a smart comment, and demonstratively pulled at his restraints. "I would bow, but I find myself unable to do so. If you would unbind me, however..."
Concha scoffed, and Zevran could have sworn she was glad his captors—for captors they believed themselves to be—had at least managed to get this one thing right.
"There have been a number of deaths among the Crows," Concha began. "Starting with yours, extending to your house, and then to other houses. As the only survivor so far, you would not happen to know the source of this plague, would you?"
"I have heard rumors of a Black Shadow prowling Antiva's streets," Zevran said and didn't bother to hide his fiddling with his restraints. "So it is true?"
"So it seems," Concha answered. "An unoriginal name, if you ask me."
"House Valisti has always had an eye for the fine details," Zevran said politely.
"Spare me the flattery," Concha spat.
Had there just been an edge to her voice?
Zevran raised one eyebrow. Was this a genuine outburst or merely a ploy to make him believe he was dealing with somebody inexperienced?
"I am surprised to see members of house Valisti with so short a temper," he offered. "Master Arnoldo is doing a worse job than I thought."
"What do you care?" Concha replied, harshly.
There was, and Zevran knew this for a fact, no master Arnoldo. Not house Valisti, then?
"Concha del Hierro is not your real name, I take it?" Zevran continued.
The Crow—if she even was a Crow—bared her teeth. Her canines were unusually sharp. Half-elven, perhaps. "I am asking the questions."
Zevran cocked one eyebrow. "Are you, now?"
"Yes." A dagger rested in her hand now, steel shining in the sun. "Are you the Black Shadow?"
Zevran guffawed loudly. "This is your idea of an interrogation! If I was, would you truly expect me to simply answer you?"
The dagger flipped in her hand. At least she had some skill with the blade. "You will if you want to keep that pretty nose of yours."
"Threats! My, but you are creative," Zevran said and laughed. "Are you certain you are a Crow?"
The woman, whose name was definitely not Concha del Hierro, sad as this was, held up her tattooed wrist. "I thought your eyes would be sharper."
"Marks like these are easy to fake," Zevran said and shrugged. The bindings would come loose any time now... "A Crow's composure, however, is not. Now, what do you want with this Black Shadow?"
"I would like to tell him personally," the woman answered.
"Alas," Zevran said and sighed, "whether you meet them or not will depend on your answer to this question."
A quiet thud sounded outside the room. The woman heard it and spun around, eyes wide.
"And if this is who I believe it to be," Zevran said, "it will increase your chances of survival immensely if you tied me loose."
Another thud and a choked scream, this one right behind the door. The woman who had been interrogating him jumped up to the rack he had been tied to. Two, three quick motions loosened his restraints.
"Your weapon," Zevran said, holding out his hand.
"What!?" The woman quickly held her dagger out of reach.
The door cracked and splintered. Zevran knocked the woman off-balance, avoided her dagger and caught her arms behind her back. Then he ripped the dagger out of the woman's hand.
"This is for your own safety," he grunted, straining against the woman's efforts to break loose.
The door broke open, swinging wildly in its hinges and banging against the walls on either side of the entrance. A figure entered the room: tall, commanding, the right side of her face scarred and a loaded crossbow in her hand, pointing straight at them. A smile drew over Zevran's face before he knew it was there. Before he could say anything, his interrogator used this smallest of distractions to smash the back of her head into his nose. White light danced in front of Zevran's eyes, the woman slipped away. There was a thunk, then a pained shout, and when Zevran could see again he saw his interrogator lying on the floor, clutching her stomach, in which a heavy crossbow bolt had lodged itself. Back at the door, he could hear the crossbow that had fired it being reloaded.
"Do not shoot!" he shouted in Fereldan.
"She was attacking you!" his Warden answered likewise, but she held her shot.
Zevran moved over to his former interrogator.
"I told you, it was for your safety," he said as he removed any weapon on her person he could find. "Do not try anything else. I am afraid my rescuer is a rather quick shot."
Behind him, Zevram heard Astala scoff. The woman in front of him groaned in an attempt to see who had attacked her.
"Now, you see," Zevran said, "if you were a Crow, I would not be hearing a sound from you. You may want to pick a different disguise next time."
"Is that the fucking Hero of Ferelden?" the woman gasped in pain.
"Ah." Zevran did not dare turn his head to where his Warden was standing, searching for a suitable lie. "A momentary collaboration, if you will. But yes, you stand- er, lie in the presence of the Hero of Ferelden and the Black Shadow. What do you want of me?"
He would later tell her that Astala was merely helping him because she had her own issues with the Crows. They had tried to kill her, more than once, and they had stolen her sword, after all. He was alright telling this woman he was the Black Shadow; it might gain him an ally, and it was only his second best kept secret. His most private, his most treasured, his best-kept secret, was his Warden. And no word from his lips would reveal her to the Crows.
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The name Concha del Hierro is a very infantile joke and I do apologize. In some Spanish-speaking places, Concha is a slang word for vagina. Hierro means iron. del technically means "from", not "out of", but it sounded better. And yeah, no, it's definitely not that poor girl's real name
Thank you so much for making it this far and to @zevraholics for organizing this event! Have a lovely day ^^
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Shadow Ep 4 Stray Thoughts
Last time, GIRLS. Girls from their sister school visited to workshop and then held auditions for Hamlet. A girl named Cha-aim took a shine to Dan, and Nai noticed! I like Cha-aim; she knows herself and told Josh to take a chill. Earlier, Nai took Dan with him to see a monk, who gave us some lore about defunct practices to float bodies down to the lake to help manage wild ghosts. The monk also taught Dan about lucid dreaming, giving us all new horrors to consider including domestic violence, institutionalization, and drowning. We left at Dan seeing the ghost of his father, which Nai confirmed, and the drama teacher told Dan that his father was in a coma.
Lots of trigger warnings for this episode including domestic violence, guns, institutionalization, suicide, child abuse, and cancer.
Oof, Dan definitely does not care for his father.
Let me just say that I greatly appreciate how they aren't lightening everyone's skin in this show.
Episode 4: Chess
Of course they put Nai in a closet. 🙄
The Brother really believed that excuse? More likely he just wasn't concerned.
Oh, here comes the terrible backstory. Bracing.
We've seen Took quite a few times around GMMTV, Dee Hup House, and such. She worked with Singto a bit on Friend Zone. I haven't seen Kik myself before, but he's experienced.
Thankfully, Dan wasn't hit by that bullet, but of course the mom was institutionalized and not the dad who's drunk and beating his family.
Incredible lighting choices on this hospital scene where the mom is unwell. She's in the blue, and Dan is in orange.
I am a person who believes in forgiveness, but I wouldn't spend my energy trying to make Dan forgive his dad.
Oh, interesting. Why is Anurak addressed as a priest in the past but only as a brother now? I've never heard of someone giving up holy orders but maintaining his vows. Tempted to view this as a means of avoiding cultural confusion with the dad.
Man, this dad is insufferable.
I don't like this goodbye at all. She's going to hurt herself and she knows it.
I'm so sad that Dan is the one who found her.
When he says he met someone at home and such... I hope this isn't a different kind of abuse.
Dan spends years alone with a drunk, abusive dad.
Holy fuck. Is Dan allergic to shellfish and he forced him to eat shrimp? He tried to kill his own son. What the fuck.
Whose identity is hidden in this shadow, and are they the person who potentially abused Dan?
Okay, I do love when a supernatural element lets us have moments like this. This was so ugly and foreboding, but it is one of the most stylistic and impactful things I've seen all year.
What the fuck happens to Dan every time he goes into the water, and why is he seeing Trin again??
I'm so heavy after that episode. That was so ugly. The implications of abuse surrounding Dan are so worrisome, and I'm also worried about that last gross line about becoming like his father before he died. I suppose if we had to start doing horror BL, I'm glad it's as emotionally nuanced as this and reckoning with the reality of this kind of trauma.
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Paradise Fallen~
Chapter 2- ‘The Story’
Series Summary: God is dead and so is the Devil. Only the angels and demons on earth are here to help us now.
You find yourself mixed in a battle between forces of good and evil when you witness a crime on a dark road at night and get moved into witness protection.
The criminal is baited into finding you so he can be pulled out of hiding. You start to have your heart and body pulled back and forth between this blue eyed angel and the fanged fiend who sneaks into your bed at night.
In this chapter Gojo explains a bit more what’s going on and who he really is…
Warnings/Tags(*for entire series): Graphic Violence, Smut, Angels and Demons au, Vampire!Getou, Angel!Gojo, Angel!Nanami, Demon!Toji, Fallen Angel!Choso, FMM threesomes, Poly relationships, dubcon, knifeplay, gun play,
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It took a few more days for the hospital to say that you were healthy enough to be released.
Gojo visited you daily and when he wasn’t there, at least 4 police officers were hanging around the hospital area with one right outside of your room.
You and Gojo didn’t talk any more about the strange events. He let you heal and take your mind off of things. Probably knowing there wasn’t more to get out of you.
Though, that did make you wonder why he kept showing up to see you.
If he didn’t have more he needed to know, what good were you to a detective? He could just pass you off to whoever that guardian he wanted looking after you was and keep looking for clues on his case.
But here he was playing card games with you cross legged on your hospital bed every day.
You had to admit, if he wasn’t on the clock when he was showing up, you’d have started to think it was because he liked you.
He would flash you the most beautiful grins when he’d win every game and make teasing jokes that could’ve almost passed for flirting.
You couldn’t help but notice though, you weren’t the only one getting flustered by him. It seemed everyone he met, man and woman felt like they were falling in love. That was enough to ground you. You told yourself that was proof that you weren’t special, and there was probably some other reason Gojo kept coming to see you.
But today you were leaving, finally.
You had been told that you’d be taken into witness protection for your own safety. The ‘guardian’ that Gojo had referred to, was a hired guard that you would be going to live with in a safe house for the time being.
You didn’t have any pets, or family, and you were told you’d be covered financially with a debit card that would be reloaded regularly.
It wasn’t going to be much, and the place was a shitty 2 bedroom place in a different shitty part of town. But, maybe, you considered the thought…it might actually somehow be less shitty than where you’d been.
You hated to feel relief for this situation considering the circumstances of it. But…you couldn’t deny a part of you that felt happy?
You had just wiped your slate clean in a single moment. Your boring lonely life had gone from nothing, to moving in with some stranger in a new part of town…and you felt glad for it.
Gojo walked you out to a black luxury car where a tall blonde man was leant back against the door. He had his muscular arms crossed and a frown on his face.
“You’re late Gojo.” He kept his frown. The tall handsome man looked you up and down, not addressing you, simply taking you in for a moment before returning his gaze to Gojo.
“Ah Nanami.” Gojo sang at him. “I had to get ready for you.” He ran his fingers up the other man’s bicep. At that he uncrossed his arms and made a scoffing noise at Gojo.
“Sexual harassment.” He whispered.
“What was that?” Gojo yelled out with a smirk, already getting into the back seat of the car and closing the door.
You were standing outside of the sleek black car alone with the tall blonde man named Nanami. This was who would be guarding over you for however long it takes them to catch that fanged killer.
This man was a lot different than Gojo, he wasn’t a detective or a cop, but he seemed way more like one that Gojo did. He radiated authority and power in a way that already started to make you feel weak in the knees just from the way he kept looking you up and down.
“Well…get in then.” He muttered. He turned and opened his own drivers door and swiftly got inside.
“We’re having your stuff brought over to the new place! We’re all set to go!” Gojo had swung the passenger door open and slid over patting the seat next to him.
Nanami scoffed again when you got in.
“What am I, your chauffeur?” He grumbled.
“Sure,” Gojo grinned. “Namani will do whatever I tell him to” Gojo spoke to you then, but narrowed his eyes on Nanami in a way that surprised you, a way that almost… Scared you?
“won't you?” He spoke sickly sweet at Nanami.
“Yes.” He replied through gritted teeth.
“Wh-“ you started to ask why. What the deal between the two of them was. Or why he felt the need to be so hot and cold to the man you were supposed to be trusting with your life now.
But before you could even get out a word, Gojo was speaking again.
“So now that we are out of the hospital I can finally tell you the truth.” He spoke very seriously.
His legs were spread relaxed in the spacious backseat of the car. His hands crossed in his lap and he had his thumbs twirling mindlessly as he spoke, staring down at them.
“You sure that’s a good idea…” Nanami spoke from the front seat.
“Focus on driving Guardian.” Gojo snapped commandingly. Yes…maybe you were starting to get a little scared of him.
This wasn’t the same Gojo flirting with nurses and playing cards with you.
Even his jaw seemed more angular and rigid, as if he held himself tender and tighter in. He was a wind up toy wound up too tightly and waiting to be let loose. Despite it all, he still looked so lovely.
“I think it’s time to get this over with. Because I’m going to need you to know what’s really going on for what comes next.” He sighed.
“Yeah…I’m always down for knowing what the fuck is happening.” You agreed. Obviously if he’s been keeping things from you, and you were given no choice but to be in this mess now, you wanted to know what to expect.
“Don’t like…get weird about it though.” He warned you.
You raised an eyebrow. “Okay…I won’t ‘get weird’ about it.” You nodded skeptically.
You were the one that told him the other day you thought a man had real fangs, so how much weirder could it get?
Gojo sighed, trying to figure out where to start. And settled on.
“Y/n. What do you think about god?”
“God?!” You chuckled. “I don’t think of him. That’s what.” You shrugged. “Is that what this is? Am I being saved?” You joked but suddenly did start to wonder if this was some weird cult thing now.
Gojo still looked entirely serious.
“Well, I suppose we all only think of him in memories now…” he muttered more to himself than you. He realigned himself and sat up a little straighter.
He then took your hand in his without asking suddenly. His hand was cold and bony, but soft and strong feeling. He started to mindlessly play with your fingers and trace circles on the back of your hand as he spoke next.
You werent sure why but you let him do this.
“So god was around…he used to be. But he was killed…” his voice caught on that.
“You see. We’d finally done it. We had the big battle. Even found a way to take down the Devil without ending the world and had minor human casualties considering the apocalypse prophecies…we’d beaten fate! But we didn’t expect after the Devil died that his demons and fiends would all still retaliate. Only a short time later and they’d found a way to kill our master. He’s been dead for a while and now we’re here picking up the pieces and trying to keep life going…”
This strange yarn he was weaving felt like something from fairy tales. But, there were tears ever so slightly forming in his eyes.
You noticed Nanami glaring back in the rear view mirror. His gaze had gotten even more harsh and stern. A human hearing this story wasn’t sitting right with him.
“We…?” You asked hesitantly, trying to piece together what he was saying.
“The angels.” He replied softly. “Like Nanami and I.”
“Angels…like from the Bible.” You muttered, trying to not ‘get weird about it’ but really wanting to.
“Yes. The very same.” He nodded, still clasping over your hand with his own. “Nanami is a lower level Angel. A Guardian. He’s your guardian Angel now actually.” Gojo smiled. “And I’m a cherub.” He spoke that proudly with a cocky smirk. “And currently the highest ranking Angel that exists.” He winked at her
“As far as we know.” Nanami added in.
“The rest of the Cherubs, Thrones and Seraphim fucked off when heaven was taken over.” Gojo snapped. “So if they’ve decided to leave earth for dead, I’m considering them dead.” The growl in his voice was almost feral.
And though you weren’t sure you believed a word he was saying, something about his powerful protection over earth made your heart warm. You really did feel like something powerful was watching over you now, a grand energy that hadn’t been here before.
Gojo’s fingers were now fully intertwined with yours and he was simply just holding your hand at this point.
You thought about saying something, but it seemed like such a strange time to have that be the thing you question, of all things happening in this car.
“So…angels…and demons…and no more god and the Devil.” You repeated what you heard so far.
Gojo chuckled. “She’s a wonder this one.” He teased. “But, yes…I know it’ll take a bit to sink in. But let me continue and I’ll tell you why this matters for you to know.”
You nodded at him, and he smiled one of his flirtatious smiles and squeezed your hand.
“So after taking over heaven and driving out the angels, some fled to earth to protect it, knowing it was next and some fled for good. Our strongest fled for good…” his eyes narrowed. “None of us in the highest ring had ever been to earth. They were cowards and when the master fell they ran to the corners of the universe, to who knows where. All except me…” you noticed his hand clasp yours even tighter.
“The demons did exactly what I’d warned the highest ring about, and they attacked earth next. They killed all of the angels of the Dominions on their way down. Next was the Powers -those who usually ruled over laws of good and evil in heaven and earth- they were kind of like our judges and court system. Nanami’s mother was one of the Powers” he nodded toward the driver who was still silent but white knuckling the wheel at his mention.
“Next” Gojo continued. “They killed the Principalities. The angels that had been divided up here on earth to rule over certain lands. Each country had one guiding it. But now…it’s lawless, chaos…there’s not enough of us to keep this world together.” He sighed. “It was already a tough job to begin with.”
“Especially when our master was so strict with the humans.” You heard Nanami mumble from the front seat.
“DON'T YOU DARE EVER SPEAK BADLY OF FATHER.” Gojo hissed out with a sharp voice coated in venom. Literal smoke poured from his mouth at that. You rubbed your eyes thinking you were seeing things.
But, you weren’t mistaken. Actual smoke was spilling from the pretty boy’s lips and falling in gray rings downward. His chest heaved quickly, worked up at the bad mention of the deceased god.
You realized your face was showing your fear as Gojo suddenly softened.
“Sorry.” He gave a sheepish look, “reflex. Us in the upper court tend to have a hair trigger for any bad mention of god. Especially when it comes to correcting those under us.” He spoke that last line to Nanami more sternly.
Nanami once again scoffed, this time accompanied with eye rolling.
“This is all…” you couldn’t find the words to describe it. “A lot?”
Gojo chuckled at that.
“It is a lot. And I haven’t gotten to why this matters to you yet, so I’m sure you’re still very confused as to why I’m even telling you.”
You nodded slowly.
“A lot of us angels have to blend in here on earth now and try and counteract the fact that demons and fiends have started to move from hell to earth, what they like to call Overworld.
They want to settle here instead, and make it an expansion of their home. Increasing hell’s land, and bringing it to earth.”
Nanami was now pulling off of a highway and down onto some smaller side streets. You noticed the GPS still reading 16 minutes to the destination.
“I work with anyone in the police force and government that have enough clearance to know about such things. a lot of the angels have been operating this way since what we call ‘The final fall.’ So, finally. Where you come in…” Gojo gave your hand another soft squeeze, this time you felt your stomach flip a bit. Was it because of just how powerful you were realizing the hand you were holding was?
“Our current biggest concern in the remaining angelic court is that there was talk of a bunch of fiends -low level thugs made up of creatures like vampires, incubi, banshee’s and pixie- bringing one of the Deadly Sins up from hell.”
He clenched his jaw tightly.
“None of the demons of the seven deadly sins had set foot on earth yet. Most of the angels would be able to tell if one of them had. The energy that high level demons give off is felt by any Angel.” He explained. “To finally get to my point…I think the man you saw was transporting one of the Deadly Sins. And we are going to use you as bait to bring him out.”
Your mouth hung open.
“I’m sorry WHAT.” You yelled instantly. Snapping your hand back from him. “I’m not bait. I won’t be bait.” Your mind started to spin, you wondered if you could survive jumping out of the car at this speed and glanced up to see you were almost to your destination.
“Y/n…y/n…! Please!” His voice soothed. “We aren’t going to let anything happen to you. I promise. That’s why Nanami is here.” He nodded to the man in the front. “Contrary to popular belief not everyone gets their own guardian Angel, so you should feel pretty special.” He smiled at Nanami. “He’s a pretty cute one too.” That flirtatious voice was back already.
Knowing now that he was a cherub made that all make much more sense.
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