#the fact that i knew this twist was possible but I kept hoping it wouldn't happen

[sam-jessie]

This smug little shit!!! I gasped so loud people around me got scared

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fucking porter!! #i was just starting to like himm!! #how dare you brennan #the fact that i knew this twist was possible but I kept hoping it wouldn't happen #and porter would be the one who guides her rage and be a good guy #my polycule dreams of porter zara and hot bard teacher are shattered

[braveclementine]

October 19: Non-Bed Surface (Severus Snape)💚

Warning: 18+ readers only, non-Bed Surface, degrading names (not loving), protective Severus, pet name, Professor Kink

Copyright: I do not own Severus Snape or other Harry Potter/Wizarding World characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

You caught your breath once you were safely hidden under Severus' desk in the potions classroom. You had been sneaking around together for about four months now, having mind blowing sex and sweet kisses, but at the moment, you were slightly terrified of the male classmates that had been chasing you through the halls.

You could've casted a spell- you were a fairly good fighter- but they were popular boys with rich daddies and you really didn't want to get in the situation where you possibly won and they tattled, twisted the story, and you got in trouble. It just wasn't worth it.

Severus Snape was obviously the scariest Professor in school, and even the Slytherin boys wouldn't want to cross him. He wasn't the kind of man that even their rich daddies could intimidate into letting them off. Severus couldn't be intimidated by anyone, you were sure. Maybe Dumbledore. That would be it.

No, you were the only one who could get away with small things. In fact, he found them almost endearing, if you were not paying attention during class because you were staring at him, or if you almost ruined your potion because you were distracted by his presence behind you. He almost found it funny- if the potion ingredient you were about to add wasn't going to blow up the cauldron.

On the other hand, you did receive quite a few detentions from him, marking you as a trouble maker in his class. But they were just for the purpose of fucking and getting non-suspicious alone time.

You heard one of the boys throw open the potions door at that moment, the door bouncing off the stone wall, "I swear she just came in here."

"What's that spell to see if there's a person in a room again?" One of the boys asked.

"Stupid, that won't work, it'd just reveal everyone in the school." Another one scoffed.

There were five in total. They had cornered you in one of the hallways, asking if you'd blow them for a few Galleons. You'd been slightly terrified as they weren't taking no for an answer, upping the amount of Galleons as a tease. A slight distraction of pretending Professor McGonagall was behind them kept them distracted just long enough to duck under one of the smaller ones arms and start running.

You had no idea where Severus was at the moment. You had been hoping, when you'd entered, that he would be sitting at his desk grading papers and you would pretend to ask him a question and he'd protect you.

But instead, he was no where to be found. Maybe he was at the Great Hall, eating. It was just after lunchtime and his next class didn't start for another hour. Perhaps he was simply taking a stroll around the castle, trying to catch any Gryffindors in trouble and take house points.

So you'd hidden under his desk, hoping that they didn't look under there. Hoping they wouldn't even come into the classroom.

But they had. They had most unfortunately seen you come in here.

"She's in here somewhere." The first one said, "Find her and we can take her back to our room."

Unbeknownst to any of you, Severus had heard the boys enter the classroom, as he was sitting in his office, reading a Dark Arts book. At first, he had ignored them, assuming they were playing a childish game. He hadn't heard anyone enter so he knew that no one had originally came in. But when he heard them say 'take her back to our room,' he grew increasingly agitated, putting the book down.

He wasn't sure who 'her' was, but he hated when boys preyed on girls. He absolutely despised it.

"Where are you slut?" You heard one of the boys ask. You shivered a little under the table. You should've just headed for the Great Hall instead. But it had been farther away and you hadn't wanted to risk it.

Their footsteps were approaching the desk and you knew that any moment, they were going to find you.

That was when you heard another door open, "What are you doing in my classroom?" Severus' icy cold voice was asking.

"W-we were looking for a friend of ours." The first boy said nervously.

"Yes, I'm sure you call your friend such degrading names. You're lucky you're in my house and I'm in a fairly good mood, or else I'd be taking several points from you. Don't ever let me hear you speak of someone in such a detestable way again. Out."

The boys scampered and you heard Severus sigh. "Dunderheads."

You crawled out from underneath his desk, bumping your head, jarring the things on his desk, making you hiss. You heard his footsteps and you peered up, rubbing your head.

His heart nearly stopped at your innocent eyes. He'd only had you for four months and he was completely at your mercy.

His blood boiled when he realized that you were the one they were looking for. That you were the one they were calling 'slut'.

He knelt down, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, thank you for scaring them off." You mumbled, crawling into his lap to nuzzle into him. His heart warmed with you.

"They didn't hurt you, right?" He asked, cupping your face in his large, lovely hands. They weren't smooth, but rough with callouses, absolutely perfect. Rough and thick, perfect for so many things from potion making to getting you to scream his name through an orgasm.

"No. I distracted them and ran." You said matter-of-factly. "I didn't want to fight them. They have rich parents."

He understood that all too well.

You looked over you shoulder at the clock. Now that you were safe and in his arms, you were starting to get very needy.

"You know," You mumbled softly, rocking against his body slightly, "You still have forty-five minutes before your next class starts."

"Oh?" He cocked an eyebrow sexily. "And?"

"Will you fuck me on your desk?" You pleaded.

You felt him grow hard beneath you. He kissed your cheek, "Anything you want darling."

You were very quick to shoot up and plop your ass down on his desk, beaming up at him with large round eyes and a pouty lip. His heart was melting.

"No warm up." You demanded.

"As you wish." He mumbled quietly against your neck, pulling your knickers down and pushing your skirt up. Your hands were quick in undoing his belt. He discarded his robe on the chair and flicked his wand at the door, locking it and then charming it with two more locking spells and a silencing one.

He kissed sensually along your neck, sucking dark bruises into your skin. A sign that you were taken, even if no one knew whose you were.

You threw your arms around his neck, kissing along it as he slowly guided his thick appendage into your warm hole. His hands were firmly on your hips, holding you steady as he started off with slow rocking motions.

Slowly, he pushed you further until your back was flat against his desk and he was bent over you, fucking you more ferociously. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him to you.

With the silencing charm, you could be as loud as you wanted. Moans were ripped from throat and you cried, "faster!" or "harder!" as you needed. Your fingers tugged his lovely black locks between your fingers. It was only illusioned to be greasy to complete his appearance. He actually took great care of his hair and left it smooth, clean, and silky just for you.

"Ah kitten," He grunted as you milked his cock for the third time, "Has it always been a dream to be fucked on me desk?"

"Yes Professor! Wanted to be ruined on your desk." You whined, nails digging into his back. With one last final thrust, he finished in you, calling your name with a grunt.

You both caught your breath and he slowly slipped from you. He cleaned both of you with his wand, handed you your knickers to put back on, and then pulled you into his lap. He kissed you several times, falling more and more in love with you each time.

"If they ever bother you again, let me know." He murmured, smoothing your hair back from your face. "I don't want you to get hurt in any way, okay?"

You buried your head into his shoulder, overwhelmed with the love and attention that he was giving you. "Yeah." you mumbled. "Severus?"

"Hmm, darling?"

"I love you."

"I love you too." He kissed your nose. You gaze at the clock, "You know. . . there's fifteen more minutes and the desk didn't collapse yet. . ."

He chuckled, "What a needy little kitten. Bend over."

You grinned as you slid off the desk to turn around and bend over it. Things were going exactly as you wanted.

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[mythicalmyles]

Hope you are having a good day/night?

I was wondering if you still wrote for Kaneki?

If so, if you're intrested in the idea? Kaneki x M CCG reader who's tall and seems like a top is actually a bottom. Maybe even has a scent that is alluring to ghouls not in a I want to eat your flesh way lol. (Over stimulation/size kink/bit of noncon and predator prey and anything I don't kink shame) 👉👈It's just a real turn on to see opposites where the character you least expect to be the bottom

Im always down for my ghoul boy i lov him(I hope u dm me using centipede <3)

Also im good thank you i hope u r well!

Noncon, size kink, scent kink

You crouched, ready to fight back. You couldn't deny the fear that crept through your veins as the one eyed ghoul stared you down. His eye had gone pure white, his entire form was different from what you had seen before. Gone was the ghoul who didn't want to fight, instead now you were face to face with a completely destructive monster.

Despite the fact you were taller then him, you felt incredibly small trapped alone in this room with him. All you could do was pray your colleagues noticed your disappearance and quickly found you. It let out a raspy giggle, drool leaking from the corners of its lips. "S-So go-good. Smell so g-good." It muttered, voice like grinding steel as it rasped at you. Your quinque shook in your hands, confronted with the real possibility of being eaten had you loosing your mind almost.

With any other ghoul you wouldn't be this way, but, could he even be compared to a ghoul anymore? His kagune slide out, long tentacles ready to dive through your flesh and rip you open. The large centipede tail would've been tough enough, if it slammed you into a wall you had no doubt it'd crush every bone in your body. Never had the primal urge to run been so instilled into you, neither of you moving as you tried to control yourself.

Before another thought could cross your mind one of his tentacles snatched you up, You would never admit to the high pitched scream that left you. Freezing as he dragged you close to his face, his twisted smile stretched across his cheeks and you found yourself wondering if it was painful. You stared into his wide open white eye, trembling in his grasp.

You whimpered when he leaned forward, sniffing you like an overexcited dog. You closed your eyes, desperately wishing this was a horrifying nightmare you'd wake up from. You yelped when his wet tongue licked up your neck, almost passing out. "St-stop! Do-don't eat me." Your words were stuttered and wobbly, quinque long abandoned and leaving you utterly at his mercy.

"Ss-so good. Need." His voice was terrifying, his words even more so. Whimpers fell from your lips, his hands grabbing at your body. You choked out when his hands grasped your ass, squeezing the flesh tight and pulling you into him as his mouth assaulted your neck. Panic began filling your every pore, fear flooding your senses as the ghoul began freeing you of you clothes. His kagune kept your wrists bound above your head while another two kept your legs spread open, ready for him to devour.

Tears dripped down your cheeks, his clawed hands left irritated lines in their wake as his digits scrapped against your flesh. Your blood seemed to spur him on, saliva dripping all over you as he giggled and wheezed. “Mine. My mate.” That was the clearest you had heard him speak, not having time to argue as his kagune began to slide inside of you. The hot wet feeling of the appendage splitting you in two had your mouth dropping open as you gasped for air, lungs burning as he stole your breath.

He didn’t miss the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, flicking around and drinking up any saliva you produced. You knew better then to fight back against something that could very easily rip you apart. His centipede like tail swung behind him, the sheer size of it keeping you still in his grasp as you tried desperately to hide the moans that dripped from your lips.

You didn’t want to admit it, but it sent heat straight to your core. Body spasming as he roughly fucked you on his kagune, you could hear your own voice bouncing off the walls, shame filling you up as you found yourself enjoying what the ghoul was doing to you.

“Br-breed you up. Mine.” It growled before sinking its teeth into your shoulder, relishing in the howl that tore through your throat. “More.” It hissed, pulling him kagune out of you. You whined at the loss, the feeling of emptiness driving you insane. Luckily he was quick to sink you down onto his cock, you couldn’t deny that you loved it. How he was smaller yet bounced you on his cock like you weighed no more then a feather had you going insane.

You were use to being on top, this was new to you but it drove you insane. The feeling of his thick cock stretching you open and diving deep, smashing into your prostate had you moaning like a whore. Your arms gripped him tight, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks at a constant stream as he sped up, fucking any comprehensible thought out of your mind.

It wasn’t long before you shouted again, cock shooting out cum and coating the ghouls chest. It only seemed to spur him on more, his rough ragged breathing was the only other noise besides your own pathetic moans and slapping skin that you could hear.

Your entire weight collapsed onto him, but that didn’t stop his claws digging into your flesh and slamming you onto his cock. Just as you doubted how much more you could take, he slammed himself deep into you. You felt his cum began dribbling out of your hole, coating your thighs in his essence.

You lay your head on his shoulder, panting into his neck. He pulled himself out of you, keeping you wrapped up tight in his arms as he began to make his way out of the building, intent on taking you home and keeping you forever.

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[flowerprincesscherryblossom]

mommy's deal

pairing: Optional BTS Bias x Female Reader word count: 879 warnings: smut, mommy kink, nipple play AO3 A/N: request - hi ! can i request a mommy/nipple kink (if u’re comfortable ofc) where a bts member is sick n sucks on your nipple LMAO it gets kinda dirty lowk ;) tysm if you end up writing this ! no pressure x Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

What happens when you grab your overworked boyfriend, add the fact that he doesn't have the time to feed himself properly and mix the cold and unpredictable weather? You get a sick boyfriend that needs all of your attention.

You wouldn't have a problem with that if it wasn't for the fact that he gets incredibly whiny about it - he regresses back to a child type of whiny.

You always need to be by his side or else he'll start making grabby hands and almost cry about it, refuses to take any medication or eat anything without throwing a tantrum, you practically have to force him to stay in bed and rest.

You loved him with all of your heart but sometimes, it got a bit annoying.

Right now you were leaning against the headboard, your boyfriend's arms wrapped around your waist as he used your chest as pillows, while something you were barely paying attention to was playing on the television, constantly thinking about all the things you had to do instead of being in bed.

Your boyfriend wasn't paying any to the television too, much rather preferring to snuggle his face against your breasts. Not that you were complaining, you loved to spend time like this with him and you knew how much he loved your tits, but you really needed to get out of the bed and do things around the house, one of them being his dinner.

Looking over at him he seemed to be in a deep sleep, so carefully you unwrapped his arms from around you and got out of the bed as quietly as you could.

You got halfway through the room before you heard whinnying behind you. Sighing you turned around and saw him making grabby hands at you, and with another sigh, you climbed back in bed.

As soon as your ass touched the mattress he immediately grabbed onto your hips, making you sit on his lap, pulling you as close as possible to him, and laying his head on your chest again.

Chuckling you grazed your fingers through his hair as he snuggled closer.

"Baby," he refused to look at you, too focused on your breasts. "Baby, I need to get dinner ready."

"No!" he whined, shaking his head. "Stay!"

"Baby I can't take care of you if you won't let me,"

"Don't care!" With a sigh you threw your head back, this was getting ridiculous.

You kept your eyes on the ceiling until an idea suddenly popped into your head. "You're being a brat baby," you looked down at him, finding your boyfriend already staring at you with wide eyes.

"But-"

"No buts," you interrupted pulling his arms away from you. "You're misbehaving."

"I just wanna be close to you,"

"You're not letting me take care of you and keep acting very needy, in fact, I don't even think you should be touching me at all."

"Mommy!"

"Hmmm… Let's make a deal," you took his face in your hands, checking to see how his temperature was. "Or maybe not, you're still too hot."

"No please, I'm okay," his hands returned back to your hips, gripping them harder.

"Hmmm… If you're sure," he nodded rapidly, his eyes darkening with lust. "How about mommy lets you suck on her tits and then, you let her take care of that fever of yours?"

As soon as the word 'tits' came out of your mouth his hands were already working on taking off your shirt. Throwing your shirt on the floor his hands made quick work of squeezing and massaging your breasts, always so eager to touch them.

You let out a soft moan at his thumbs rubbing circles on your nipples, your hand finding purchase on his hair, gripping tightly to remind him of who was in charge.

Taking one of your breasts into his mouth, licking and sucking your nipple while twisting, pulling, and pinching the other, your unoccupied hand slipped inside his pants and, upon finding his cock half-harden, thumbed his tip before beginning to stroke his length.

Moaning into your nipple he started sucking it more vigorously, making you arch your back and pulling his face closer to your chest.

"Do you like sucking mommy's tits baby?" you moaned out as your hand picked up the pace.

"S-So m-much mommy," he whimpered at your ministrations, pulling away from your breast with a loud pop before taking the other one into his mouth.

Moaning in conjunction you could tell that he was getting closer to reaching his high as you twisted your hand with each stroke, his mouth nibbling at your nipple while his hand massaged the other. "Are you gonna come for mommy babyboy? Are you gonna come all over her hand like a dirty boy?"

With a high-pitched whine, he came all over your hand, your hand-coated with his white fluid slowly stroking his length to prolong his high, all the while he kept pinching and twisting your nipples.

Your grip on his hair tightens, pulling his head back to signal him to stop. "You happy now baby?"

"Y-Yes mommy,"

"Good. Now be a good boy and let take care of dinner," you give him a peck on the lips. "And if you behave, I'll reward you."

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[makriiii]

Caught IV (Arthur Morgan × f!reader)

Word count: 4.5k

Authors notes: I had some fun with this chapter, so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did writing it! Double spaces again, I'm sorry. 😭

Warnings: 18+, angst, cursing, gun violence, alcohol.

Pt1! or pt5!

Ao3 or wattpad!

♡

Caught IV

Arthur held you forcibly still in his embrace. Your own gun held directly to your temple, his gloved hand over your mouth to keep any pleas for help completely unable to escape.

You patted him with your elbow, soft at first then you got more rough as to tell him you werent going to pull anything, despite that he kept his hold on you firm.

You wanted to run into camp, no doubt, to feel a sense of security and familiarity, to be back with your own group and not in the hands of that man who stripped you of everything. Yet, you knew too well what would happen if attempted.

Your mind flashed with multiple possibilities. What were they playing at? There was no way they'd gun down this entire camp, and if they did talk their way into the middle, they surely wouldn't get to kill Colm before all of you racked up bullets in your flesh.

"What're we doing about the pisser, Morgan?" Bill asks lowly, "One by the tree."

Arthur liberates you, nudging you off to the side and out of his way. "Let's get closer." He takes the lead, the other three not far behind him.

The pine needles and soft dirt under Arthurs boots masked the sound of footsteps as he crept closer to the man doing his business, whom took a blade to the throat shortly after.

Your face twisted into pitied cringe, what a degrading death that must be. Now despite refraining from using a gun, the drop of the man's body and his guttural last breath had the other two men shooting all too fast.

"Now we got a real fight. Come on!" Hollers Bill, everyone covering behind thick trunks. Arthur yelled something back that you couldn't quite discern from the blasts.

Your body lurched, your entire chest lie nearly lined with the ground, avoiding the small metal projectiles thatd no doubt hit you if you stayed unwitting and frozen.

Completely unarmed and not much one for hand to hand combat, especially against trigger happy O'Driscolls struck you with a different idea entirely.

Escape.

You were unbound by any ropes and no longer under the watchful eye of Dutch's gang.

The thought only held you for mere seconds, the shouting and firing kept you out of your thoughts. Arthur and his two pals made concerningly quick work of your O'Driscolls. This base not long before mimicking the old mining site.

Dutch's gang had tenacity, you could admire them for that. But because of them, you had nothing. No gang - pretty quick here - no money, not even your own guns, hell even your horse was holed up in their camp, hardly in your possession.

You groaned in defeat, you really didn't have anything to lose.

As sly as possible, you rushed for the men Arthur just took out, fetching their guns, the handles of which still warm from their grasp.

"Give up, O'Driscolls. We got you beat!" Arthur barked, reloading his rifle.

You felt slightly dazed by the sight of them, the fact that you could join them just as good, not made better by Arthurs words. You shook it off, swallowing your nerves and crouched for a tree.

You felt complete when you had a gun firm in your palm, the ability to protect yourself. It revived you some after all these demeaning days. The familiar feel of the gun's hammer under your thumb, clicking into place once you pulled it back.

You yourself officially joined the gun fight.

The recoil of the double barrel pistol was somethin fierce, sending a shockwave up into your mostly out of commission bicep. Being out of the game for a good week and a half had both your hands keeping the gun steady enough to be a good aim.

Two of your gang members flanked Bill, your limited bullets landed fairly, both of them dropping before Bill had any more trouble.

He wrung his head in your direction, clearly afflicted by your help, but he was too busy to care, returning his vision fixed ahead.

Your face burned and your heart ready to burst with the swift influx of adrenaline that nearly felt as though it replaced the blood that coursed through your veins.

You had only so many bullets, so you cautiously moved up to the front lines for better aim.

Men all around you shouted and yelled out amongst the sharp sound of bullets, yet with each of your shots, the shouts lessened.

"That's it." John huffed out, "They're turning tail!"

A final shot rang out, and much to your delight, you hadnt accumulated an even number of bullet wounds.

You got up warily, meandering over to the center of camp, where the rest of your acquaintances, at best, stood.

"Leave 'em. Colm's still here." Arthur waves off the escaping O'Driscolls. A fleeting thought of joining them ran through your mind.

This was the second time you'd witnessed all your own gang members brutalized. By the same people nonetheless.

"Gonna check the cabin." Arthur added, trooping over to the cabin's closed door. Every step closer really sunk in the reality that this now was the end of the O'Driscolls, have there be a not so sober Colm inside.

You circle around with Arthur, straying slightly behind as to avoid any more small flying lead pieces.

Before he even reaches up for the rusty knob. The door flies out, smacking Arthur's whole front, effectively rendering him on the ground. A man you didn't recognize as Colm stepped out, looming over the fallen Arthur.

He stood at the entranceway, brandishing a shotgun and laughing in a maniacal manner, a drunken craze.

A piercing shot lands square through the man's diaphragm. His gun drops, his hands clutching at his chest as he trips over Arthurs legs, stumbling to the side of him.

A vaunt whistle blows from your lips with that shot, some of your long departed pride returning after missing all those shots in that cold forest.

Arthur grumbles in response to your display of ego, getting up while he does so, quickly scanning the inside of the cabin.

You could tell by his clenched jaw and his tense fists that this day wouldn't mark the disbandment of the gang you called your own for years.

Keiran stood mere feet from you, seemingly standing behind you as some sort of shield, far more petrified than what you could understand.

Arthur storms over, waving an accusatory finger and giving the evil eye to both of you. "You set us up!" He snarls. "Come here."

Both you and Keiran took a step back, at his angry tirade.

"What?-" Keiran stammers, stumbling forward, never seeming to move farther than where you were at.

Arthur steps no more than arms length from you both. "You set us up." He repeats, his patience running thinner than a strand of hair.

"No, I didn't!"

"You did, Colm O'Driscoll ain't here!" His hand flies up, a gun meeting both your faces.

"He was here, I swear.. I sw-" You give him a soft pat, to comfort him at the very least.

"If we was settin' you up, we wouldn't have saved you." Your arms were raised lowly, yet again staring down the barrel of his - well, your gun.

Bill and John slide down the hill behind you, joining the small congregation where you and Keiran were held at gunpoint. "It's a good point, Arthur." Bill agrees, chuckling at Arthurs unbridled anger.

Arthur exhales deeply, some of his rage leaving him through that release. He stands, considering. His eyes filled with irritation that calmed the longer his gaze was fixed on you.

"Alright then, go on, get out of here. Both of you, and I won't kill you."

You thought on it, but now you had a X on your head. Both you and Keiran just stood there, awkward as can be.

Arthur murmured under his breath, he took a stomp towards you, turning you around and pushing you off in the opposite direction. "Get lost."

"Get lost?" You couldn't refute his words before he already started talking again.

"Im lettin' you run away, now get outta here!" He waves his hands in an attempt to shoo you off as if you were some chickens.

"That's as good as killin' us." Keiran admonishes, he was fearful. No better a position as you. "Colm'll lose his mind about this!"

Keiran was good at negotiating, for what all you could tell.

"So?" A hearty scoff comes from Arthur, he cared none at all.

"So, I'm one of you now!" He claims, glancing at you. "I don't know about her..."

Now you felt stuck, were you really to join them, as Keiran tried?

"Give me a break." Arthur thins his lips, squinting at you both.

He throws his hands up, shaking his head. "Alright, but I'm warning you." He walks forward through both of you, Bill and John taking that as a cue to walk back to their mounts.

"Oh, I know." Keiran knew all too well, but he hesitated. "You get the cash?"

You had forgotten about the cash, that hadn't even crossed your mind.

"What cash?" Arthur asked with little trust or interest.

"There's usually some cash in the chimney." He points back inside the cabin, scuttling up the steps.

Arthur stops him, turning him back to walk with John and Bill. "I'll check it. Rest of you boys get to camp, quick."

"See Arthur? I aint so bad." Keiran teases, catching up with the first two, leaving you and Arthur behind.

Arthur leaves the porch and enters the cabin, ignoring his remark. You followed in shortly after, seeing as you would have to travel back with him.

"You know, I think I'll take my things back as a thank you." You suggest, your boots clicking against the wood floor. The first time you'd been in any sort of building since Colter.

His disgruntled mood only seemed to heighten yours.

He searches the cabin interior for anything of worth before reaching the chimney, blowing you off for a few moments.

"They're pretty nice guns, O'Driscoll. Might have to decline."

"They're mine because of that reason, and quite frankly, I'm no longer tied up by you-"

"Is that suppose to be a threat?" He interrupts, making his way to the shotgun mantle over the chimney.

You instantly started regretting your choice to save him.

"What if it is?" You drift over to the desk in the center of the room, sitting on the polished wood facing him, spinning your newly acquired gun with your fingers.

"How's walkin back to camp sound to you?" He retorts, not seeming so bothered as he inspects the shotgun.

"Does shooting you in your arm sound any better?" You began, he eyes you with a look of boredom.

"I'll leave you as good as the rest of your ragtag gang." His words as nonchalant as could be.

"You got me kicked out of my gang, Arthur. You'd be leaving an innocent lady as good as the 'Oh so terrible O'Driscolls.'" The back and forth kept getting more heated, both of you refusing to stop adding to it.

"Oh," he laughs mockingly. "So that's how it is? Suddenly you aint a 'terrible' O'Driscoll?" He slings the shotgun over his shoulder, nearly rolling his eyes.

"I aint an O'Driscoll if I'm not a member, isn't that how it works?"

"Colm might still have you, you're his special girl or something if I recall."

"Is that why you keep sayin O'Driscoll? Cuz you think I got his last name? You that dumb?"

"No, you just seem to enjoy suckin up to him." His voice strained in the middle of his sentence as he bent over to pat the inside of the chimney. Fine gray powder clouded around his hand and arm, a smoky scent filling the messy cabin.

"Hardly the case." You shake your head in annoyance. "Think you're just mad that I managed to rob you - the robbers - and almost get away with it."

"If I wasn't there shooting for you in the first place, you wouldn't have been able to get anything." He reasons, now stepping closer to the desk you sat on.

"It was good team work, just extra steps, I suppose. I think I should get some compensation really." You nod, agreeing with yourself.

He stands contemplating your words with that sarcastic look on his face. "Nah, those few extra steps cost you. You'll be lucky to get your guns back." He shrugs, drawing out one of your revolvers to admire and reload right in front of your face.

"Real classy Morgan." You look to the side, refusing to give into his antics. "You better be glad you're big, that's the only reason people are scared of you."

He sucks in through his teeth, "So, you scared of me then?"

"Scared as I am to insult you." You were close enough to flick his hat off if you stood up, and flicking it off was exactly what you did. His hat flew up and off his head before he could grab it. An annoyed scolding came from him as he bent to retrieve it.

"Let's get going, can't stand you any longer, a whole ride back is enough." You abmly stroll out the door and back in the direction of Arthur's horse you rode in on. You could hear his quick pace behind you to catch up, his spurs rattling with each stride.

"Can say the same for you, y/n." He pats your unwell arm with a bullish force, making you flinch to the side in pain.

"Goddamn you Arthur Morgan, playin with me like that when I have a gun?" You hiss, comforting your upper arm with a gentle hand.

"You woulda' done it already if had any bullets left." He sneers, so full of himself that man.

-

You were quick to hit Arthurs arm from behind, reminding him exactly what you wanted as soon as he's to dismount and hitch his horse. Your guns, your gun belt, saddle and everything you had inside those saddlebags.

He said he would at least, all that much you weren't quick to trust.

Before he even pulled to a stop, you slid off the back of his horse, stretching. A small fire lit inside you again. You knew exactly what you were going to do tonight.

You promptly met your mare, who didn't seem ill-taken care of despite the situation. You were thankful and you were sure she was too, showering her with all the affection she had missed for these past days.

You sat and pondered there with her, allowing her to graze next to you. Horseshoe overlook. You'd been here a time or two, enough to know where the town of Valentine was, your memory being jogged by your ride with Arthur.

Least closing in on evening now, and you could feel hunger slowly climb from inside you, the adrenaline from the hour previous only now subsiding enough for you to feel your body's needs. You were just waiting on Arthur to gather all your things.

You sat criss-cross on the grassy soil underneath you, looking into camp. You were still skeptical to go much nearer than where you had been tied to all those days. You felt unwanted and that wasn't only a feeling, it was reality.

Allowed no more than five minutes with your thoughts before Arthur finally arrives with all your things gathered and dumped on the ground in front of you.

Your brows knitted together at his act, but you ignored it, taking it as a chance to be annoying instead.

"Thank you, dearly, errand boy." You grabbed your belts and guns as you rose up, solace in your favorite items back on you for good. "I'd appreciate more work from you like that."

Your hand returns your hat back to the top of your head before he speaks, clearly not so happy.

"Shut your goddamn mouth, sweetheart." More than discontent you now thought, snickering as you heaved your saddle off the ground.

"Don't be so brash, really." You brush him off, packing your horse with your saddle. You slung on your saddle bags, checking them, Half hoping that some semblance of money from your attempt still laid in there or even what you had initially. Nothing. You peered back to the vexed Arthur across from you.

"You know, you could buy me some drinks. Since I aint even got the money I had beforehand from the robbery in here." Your attempts with reasoning now had him even more stuck up.

"No. You're on your own woman." His arms crossed, the hat atop his head almost covering his eyes completely.

"Tsk. Real snob that one." You curse to yourself, tightening the girth before fitting your foot in the stirrup.

You mounted your girl, once again reunited under the same saddle you had ridden in for so long. It excited you and she could feel it. A giddy little prance from her as she turned in the direction you desired.

Straight to Valentine before the days done. You figured you'd have to stick up some poor fella you found along the way for some cash, lest you would be there having to barter your measly and limited items for some tiny morsel.

-

Arthut had come after all, not with you, no, he strayed behind at least a good hour. You squinted at him from across the room, but now you weren't even so sure that was him over there. He looked much too strange.

You hardly kept still in the bar seat, the piano music around you seemingly getting ever louder, but it didn't bother you.

You sat and exchanged a few hearty laughs with the men in the seats beside you who offered to pay for your drink after you never found anyone to properly stick up.

This was damn near the most fun you'd had for months, tears pricked at your eyes with every joke that was told or added to and you could hardly control yourself.

"Whatcha got there? 'Nother drink?" You felt your arm droop out. You reached for it further and further, but the old man leaned away from you as he took a big swig from it.

Your hand caressed the floor, the barstools towering over you, dangling feet and long legs swinging in every which way. A barely noticeable hint of pain felt from your elbow and side. It was like laying down in a forest, your mouth slightly agape as you examine the moving trees above you.

You lied there a moment before you lifted off the ground just as magically as you had ended up on it in the first place. The two men you drank with had pulled you off the wood together, however this led them to their own date with the planks. Stumbling and swaying, their arms flailing in different directions.

You wheezed and wheezed so much it hurt, holding onto the counter top of the bar as to have some balance that your body took away with every moment your eyes stayed open.

The one with a handlebar mustache and a bowler's hat seemed to get closer and farther once he finally returned to his feet. You grabbed his arm to pull him to safety. As for the other, he was behind you, beyond your help.

You hunched over the countertop, using your upper body to keep you straight in the room that was anything but straight, everything was so distorted, it gave a new look to everything around you.

"Jus... whatcha you doin... there..?" The one with a hat asked you from his barstool, even sitting he had trouble staying upright, his hand fisted into the wood to stay somewhat still.

You looked down, back to him drearily and back down again before you finally hiccuped in response, not sure what you were doing either.

"How 'bout 'nother drink?" You put your pointer finger out as to call the bartender over. Your two buddies hooped and hollered from aside you, doing their utmost to raise their arms and cheer.

"I think you've had enough for tonight."

The clearest words that came out of someone's mouth tonight. They didn't hardly make any sense to you.

"That's ridicu-lsh.. 'm haven't had.. enough..." You chided, your barmates stood up for you, scolding the sober one to the best of their ability.

"You 'bout'a get haaam-mered!" The one behind you, half bald with overalls gripped your left shoulder, and much to your delight, that aching pain was gone!

"Chrissst... you 'n me BOTH good buddy!" The bartender hands you a reluctant glass, and by god did it taste the best of all.

Not two drinks in before you got knocked over by the one proclaiming you were about to get hammered. Your arm still up in the air as you observed him slumped on your shoulder, past out beyond all comprehension.

Then you felt another hand on you, your head slowly moved round to where it came from.

"You..." You huffed at him. "Gonna drink wit' me... now?"

He examines you but for how long you could hardly tell, your eyes were on the ceiling, the chandelier, everything but Arthur's face.

"I wouldn't say no?" He giggles at your question in a way you'd never heard before.

"You said no!" You argue, though not angrily, you couldn't imagine feeling like that now.

"Cuz... you're a Driscoll."

"Again?" You looked ever so surprised. "I knew... Colm'd come 'round." You chuckle, trying your utmost to hunch over and grab your fallen glass.

Before you knew it, he was sitting right next to you, like a big brick. You liked it. Holding both your arms on his back and letting your head hang, a small rest period.

"So," you start, patting his back to get his head to turn to yours. "You gon'... get me that drink?"

"I need one… more than you." He shakes his head, to which you put your hand on top of to stop him from shaking it. Didn't look quite right.

"Nooo, you dont. Quit foolin' 'round."

He pushes your arm off, his hat going with it, falling the opposite side of the counter. His eyes drooped, swaying further from his nose and then much too close, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Awwh... see now, why'd… you go and do that." He starts dragging himself over the counter to retrieve his hat. You helped by pushing him firmly with your palms to his ass. He swatted at you with one hand but your efforts not futile, he slid fully to the other side with a loud thump.

"You can't be back here, Sir!" You couldn't quite tell if he was yelling at you or not. Did you look like a sir? You weren't back there.

Arthur pops back up, hat back to its normal spot. You clapped at his bravery, though he was quick to climb back over the counter whilst he got shooed off by the bar tender.

You helped pull him back over, his hands clasped your wrists as you pulled with all your might. Much to your terror, he didn't let go when he reached his tipping point. You were yanked down with him, wincing as your head made contact with the floor.

"Goddamn it, god damn… you more like it." Struggling to get back up, you grab Arthur, using him as leverage, effectively pulling him back to the floor.

"Yeahh... hic." His eyes blinked as irregular as a frogs. "There ya go!"

Once you finally made it back up, you held onto your bowler hat boy, only not so for much longer once you put his hat on your head, yours long gone.

You patted his arm with long sweeping motions, your typical motor skills didn't seem so inclined to work efficiently.

"Dance? Let'ss dance.. but not him." You wave to Arthur a seat away from you. Arthur? He wasn't there. You swiveled your head around, though your eyes weren't so quick to act, lagging behind when you tried locating Arthur.

Your buddies expression changed into one of slight anger. The most he could possibly muster.

"Hey you mist'r... you buzz off..." he demanded, slamming his hand down weakly on the counter top. His anger directed at the wrong man. You egged him on nonetheless, happy to have someone else finally on your side.

-

You held onto each other, swinging your legs out haphazardly with your best pal, the one who hadn't gone and was sticking it out with you.

His inner leg would swing right, your outer leg, in. It was a wonder you hadn't fallen over yet, a shared wonder amongst all who watched and cheered you on.

You coughed hard with every chuckle that left you, other bar goers joined in as well, much to your delight.

Your eyes deceived you so many times that night you had to be looking at an apparition of that snide man.

You scanned him, but instead of being annoying, he joined in next to you. Course your rivalry at a stand still, albeit you were only half sentient, anymore than that and more fists might've been involved.

You danced with Arthur, your bowler buddy, at times the floor even. You soaked it all up like you did the booze, returning to the counter with Arthur, another request fulfilled.

"Artur..." you slap his side enough to get his attention. "Out... there... outsside."

He looked too confused, so you hooked your arm in his, having him follow along best he could.

"What?"

You landed on the swinging door in a feigned sense of something you could lean on, both you ending up on the floor again.

You sat for a second, before the wavey door opened again. Caught staring at the thing that came out.

"Damn, ya'll stink." An insult as he stepped over you both, he said some other words too, you think.

Arthur tripped the man as he strode through, your eyes widening as he went down. He yelled maledictions out, turning for Arthur who had a grand time with this.

"Oh... shit." you drawl in a long, tired breath. You glimpsed at your gun, drawing it out, half expecting it wouldn't work to ward off the man, but it did. He turned back and left with a hurry.

Arthur kept laughing, which made you start laughing at the spontaneity of all this.

Eventually, you got up, taking on the staircase that swayed like the ocean's tide, Arthur not long after you, traveling down the road to some obscure part of town. Haphazard mumbling and incoherent words all the while.

That's how you concluded the night, your first free night, exploring in a drunken haze with the man who not only doubled as your captor but also your liberator. The one who shot but saved you. More irony than what you could care for as of now.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #lemon fanfic #rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfic #red dead redemption arthur #red dead redemption two #enemies to lovers #rdr2 #arthur morgan fanfiction

[natasha-in-space]

ohhh I really do love how you write Saeyoung! could I request something with Saeyoung with an MC that has chronic pain/chronic illness and is worried about being a burden to him? I'd really appreciate it. >< 👉👈

"Hey, Saeyoung? Don't you... ever get tired of me?"

His eyes widened as he sharply turned around to meet your tired gaze, like your words physically burned him in some way. You felt guilty for making him worry about you like this... But, you were getting so, so, so tired of bottling all of this up for so long. At this point, you were too tired to even care, and this thought alone only made you feel worse about yourself.

It was a twisted spiral of negative thoughts that you were helpless to fight against.

"What are you talking about?" Clear confusion seeped into his hushed murmur, strung together with the growing sense of dread that was slowly making itself known on his deeply concerned face. He was worried sick, you could see it clear as day. There was so much stress on his weary shoulders as it is, with both Saeran struggling to adjust in the hospital and the threat of the prime minister looming over you all as close as ever.

And here you were just adding even more to the problem with your stupid personal issues.

A frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you felt your eyes start to sting from the bitter angry tears threatening to run down your cheeks any minute now. You were such a burden, and you hated every second of it. He should really focus on much more important things than this. "It's just- I'm just nuisance to you right now, isn't that right? I'm always tired, always too sore and painful to help you in any meaningful way, and all I can do is just lay here and whine about my own hurt to you. Doesn't that get tiring for you? You don't have to baby me, you know. I can handle the truth just fine. Just say it as it is and-"

"Stop." Saeyoung interrupted you before you could finish this ugly line of thought, getting up from his seat at the monitor and quickly making his way over to you. You pursed your lips into a thin line, feeling too ashamed of yourself to look him in the eyes right now, as you turned your face away, hoping that he wouldn't notice your tears that were getting harder and harder for you to hold back with every passing minute. He kneeled down next to the couch on which you were laying down in, cautiously taking a hold of one of your hands, before he spoke up again.

"I never got tired of you. Not even for a single second. And I never would. I love you Y/N... I love all of you, your body and soul. You don't need to do anything to be by my side. It's only thanks to you that I ever got to meet Saeran again. If it weren't for you believing in me, for you holding onto my hand and telling me that I can hope for a happier future with you... If it weren't for you, I'd still be living in the shadows, never daring to come out and seek out the truth for myself. You're amazing Y/N. You're the strongest person I have ever met, and I would never, ever, think that you are too tiring for any of the reasons you that just listed. You're not a burden for letting your body rest. In fact, I'd be very upset if you were trying to push yourself over your limits for me... I have no problem with you being too tired to go out with me somewhere, if that's something you're worried about. Your company is what matters most to me, starshine. You don't have to be someone you're not in order for me to adore you, because I already do exactly that. With all of my heart."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, shutting your eyes as tightly as you could. He was telling you the truth, you knew that. You knew that with every fiber of your being, but your stubborn mind just kept on trying to find every possible loophole in his words that could lead you to a different conclusion, like your life depended on it.

Finally, the first tear slipped down your cheek as a silent sob wrecked your tense body, making you clutch onto his hand, going against everything that you just said to him before. Of course, you didn't want him to leave. In fact, deep down, you didn't want to be viewed as a burden by anyone, even if your cruel thoughts kept telling you otherwise. It was... so hard to distinguish your true and honest feelings at times. Just like minutes prior, when you let this darkness overtake your mind for a brief moment of time.

You felt Saeyoung's hand gently caress your damp cheeks, brushing away the stray tears, and you leaned into his touch, seeking out the warm comfort he had always provided you in your worst moments. Next thing you know, he's already placing light kisses on your knuckles, making your heart flutter to life as you wondered whether or not you truly deserved to have such an amazing person by your side.

As if he could read your very thoughts, he seated himself on the edge of the couch, bringing his face closer to yours and gazing deeply into your teary eyes. You whimpered, not knowing what else was there for you to say. So, he spoke for you, peppering your entire face in loving kisses in between his words. "I can't say that I understand what's it like to be in your shoes every single day, starshine. But that doesn't mean that I don't want to learn. You will never be a burden to me, I promise you that on God himself. You are my most priceless treasure, my angel, my starshine, not a burden. I know that it can be... hard to manage these ugly thoughts inside of your head at times. But, please, rely on me whenever things get too hard to bear for you. You are not alone in this. You can tell me if I'm being overbearing, and you can tell me if you need any help. We may have problems... But, it's okay. Because I want to figure this out together. How does that sound?"

All you could do was nod, feeling more tears slipping down your cheeks at such a heartfelt confession from him. You had no idea just how much you needed to hear this from him. It felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders, and all you wanted to do was hold onto him and never let him go.

So, you pulled him closer, hiding from the whole world inside of his safe arms for a few fleeting minutes of peace.

"Thank you. That sounds perfect... I love you. I love you so much I can't even put it into words." You whispered, sniffing some of your tears away and trying everything you can to ingrain his promise into your mind, so that you would not forget it any time soon. "I'm sorry for being stupid..."

"You're not being stupid. In fact, I'm very happy that you shared your worries with me. It couldn't have been easy for you." He stated matter-of-factly, this time, placing yet another kiss on the top of your head. "Do you want me to stay with you?"

You hummed in agreement, wiping away the last stray tears and nuzzling into his shoulder. "Yes, please."

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #saeyoung choi #saeyoung x reader #tw chronic pain #tw chronic illness #hope it's okay anon ♡

[farlynthordens]

V9 post-reading thoughts

i enjoyed the book a lot. i was all for seeing bisco's wholesome and happy family life as well as red's absolutely soul-crushing and lonely existence. when i started reading, I was surprised that bisco and red get along so soon since i was expecting her to play an antagonizing role for most of it (and possibly try to do things like steal milo away). the cover and pre-release advertising kinda gave that vibe lol

it started off great then fell off for me at certain points in the middle, but then the ending saved it. we also yet again had a last minute plot twist/reveal of the true villain.

n'badu's identity was probably the most confusing part of the whole book and i did have to double back to make sure i understood what was going on. if he's the manifestation of bad timelines, is he a god of spacetime who can consequently only create negative events? it seems that way from when you look back on what n'badu had done throughout the book and what he threatens to do at the ending.

i thought this was going to be the end of the series, so as i got closer to finishing i was very confused how this was going to wrap up. i was pleasantly surprised that there's still going to be one more book. red's character arc is more or less resolved, but she obviously has multiple stakes in the new issues that have arisen so i hope she still plays a notable role in v10. i'm worried there's a good chance red will disappear for good when they inevitably defeat n'badu (see meta section).

i wrote down a couple of gripes/critiques prior to reading the final chapter, but many were resolved by the fact that there will be a continuation + the things cobkubo mentions in the afterword. ex:

i was sad that bisco/milo had zero scenes of just the 2 of them since those were generally the highlight of every other book. however, 9 essentially made red the protagonist and bisco/milo were more there to be HER support rather than the other way around like what we've seen in every other book. cobkubo mentions tho that v10 will be more about bisco and milo's bonds.

we never concluded what happened with milo and he's still stuck in another timeline, so that's yet to be resolved. as well as... like.. you know, everything else... I'm still sad that he wasn't there for the final battle tho.

Meta stuff

Early on we learn that red has never used the choushin bow, but its wish granting power was what I had thought to be the main thing that caused sugar's birth and why she turned out as a literal god, since sugar's powers are the highest form of the choushin ability. So in red's universe, sugar turned out as a normal baby bc red and blue never had that ability. Never being able to use the choushin bow ties into what red realizes at the climax, which is that she never truly believed in [loved] herself. She only fought and kept going bc she thought that's what everyone expected of her. She thought of everyone's love for her as obligations she could never fulfill, rather than seeing that everyone just loved her for herself and wanted the best for her regardless of what that meant in the end.

Because of this, red put the weight of the world on her shoulders and wouldn't accept losing or running away from what she thought was "her destiny". But she failed to save her universe at every opportunity she could have technically had, bc she didn't trust in herself or she doubted the love of those around her (like when she chooses to not kill blue). the timeline could have been saved had she gained the choushin bow, realized her true powers (and thus removed her achille's heel of the souls's power burning her when she used it), and/or if sugar was born as a god, etc.

when we learn at the end that red's timeline was just a copied reality and that she, everyone she knew, and everything she ever experienced were "fake"... my question was then "WAS it really all fake?" n'badu doesn't explain why he made the dark timeline, but i felt the implication was just that it satisfied his own desires of seeing 'bisco' suffer, since that was never able to manifest in the main timeline.

even if red's reality wasn't meant to exist, i don't think that makes her or her experiences any less real than bisco's. she is still a living, tangible being. and as we saw towards the beginning when n'badu tried to overwrite the main timeline, bisco too had begun disappearing in a similar way to how red did when she attacked n'badu. if all timelines are subject to be rewritten like that, then i don't see why one would be lesser than the other.

HOWEVER. framing red in this way makes me worried that she is going to disappear. i expect that in v10 she'll be around as a deuteragonist to bismilo, but in the end they're going to defeat n'badu and cause her to stop existing. it would be a very bittersweet ending, since bisco had invited her to be part of his family. another bit of evidence for this is the v8 epilogue... where in which red of course doesn't show up (cobkubo had not even thought of her character yet at that point).

there is a possibility tho for v10 to end well for red. since the antagonists are gods who can rewrite spacetime, sugar (freed from n'badu's control) may be able to completely remake red's timeline herself and allow her to live happily without rust/n'badu's existence.

re: the "do you love yourself?" bit from cobkubo's afterword:

milo is very confident in himself, bisco is unsure. i think this is exemplified by the parallel scenes of them trying to summon their special bows with only their own power. milo is able to summon it because he is extremely self-assured in who he is and what he believes he can do (thanks to bisco always believing in him/learning from bisco that he is a capable mushroom keeper). HOWEVER, this sometimes leads to moments of over-confidence that rebound negatively on him in some way. summoning the mantra bow completely exhausted him and put him in potential danger because he didn't have someone to share the burden of it with.

bisco was not able to summon the choushin bow at all because he needed someone else there to believe in him. he even specifically says "I can't do it without milo" because milo is the only person he's used that bow with/knows milo is the one who believes in him most of all. having red - functionally, himself - be there and say she believed in him opened up a new path to strength. it showed what he could do if he simply had the heart to believe in his own self.

Final thoughts

my initial impression upon finishing the book is that it probably ranks somewhere in the middle of my overall favorite volumes (maybe between v6 and 8?). i definitely enjoyed reading it a lot, the events felt more coherent than 8, and it surpassed my expectations in multiple ways. i'll prob have a more solid placement once i think on it for a bit longer.

positive/high points:

I think v9 has one of the strongest openings of any volume. the first 4~5 chapters were really good. I think the middle was a bit weak at times, but then the final battle saves it.

Has a pretty big cast of characters, both new ones and old ones who are brought back, but it was handled well and it didn't feel confusing. i think my summary probably made it seem more confusing

Red was overall a good and very enjoyable character. I liked getting to see/learn her backstory in pieces, because each new bit of info is a new sadness gut punch. she's also badass in the final battle.

I thought rust was a good antagonist. you could say there's not much dimension to him since he's just a ruthless and (literal) robotic murder machine who loves to see people suffer. but i like it. the whole point of red's dark timeline is that everything has gone to shit and is as terrible as could be, so rust matches that mood pretty well. not every villain has to be DeepTM

Continued the themes seen in 7 and 8 well, such as the idea that you should feel free to live your life the way YOU want and not feel burdened by others' expectations.

From re-reading thru the summary post and thinking back on the events, i felt like there were a couple hints to n'badu being the Real Bad Guy sprinkled throughout the book that i didn't notice during my initial read. in hindsight, this was not a complete surprise like the v5 ending's kurokawa reveal for example.

negative/low points:

I really disliked having bisco nerfed for most of the book by being turned into a kinoko. I feel like this detracted from the emotional impact of the conversations he and red have during this time. there surely could have been ways to showcase red's character than by eliminating bisco's usefulness to the plot for anything other than talking.

Related to above, while in kinoko form bisco often felt uncharacteristically goofy.

N'badu's speech pattern is annoying

Bisco self-cest hint at the end???? red isn't cool being kissed by milo but kissing her alternate reality self is just fine. it isn't cheating if it's with yourself.... i guess.......

other things of note:

This vol brings back citymaker, lifemaker, AND mantras with lots of new skills showcased for each one. i wouldn't say it was confusing, just maybe excessive.

We get a new tidbit of jabi lore

Domino comes back and gets to have a scene where she fights and is very cool. it was also fun learning her personality a little more since we don't really get to in 3

Salt is mentioned a couple times but literally does nothing the entire volume. i know he's just a normal kid in a story full of god-like powers, but they didn't even give him a single spoken line

#sabikui bisco #sbkb summary series #ITS PRETTY LONG IM SORRY I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD

[hanayori89]

Trauma in the Light

*Lake Hylia*

You didn't think it was possible for the sun to beam down any brighter than it did in Hyrule. You were mistaken. Your retinas were burning from the assaulting light of the sun. Aryn did nothing to accommodate your obvious discomfort. He claimed your beauty did not deserve to be hidden beneath the shade. You shielded your eyes with your hand, trying to admire the food he propped beautifully upon the blanket on which you both sat.

You had never heard of a 'picnic' before. The idea was to bring a basket filled with goodies and graze on a comfy blanket. You had to admit that Lake Hylia seemed an idyllic spot for this activity. The sound of the rippling water was concentrated by the winds that whipped between the surrounding valleys. A unique point of beauty was the bridge that was wedged in between two plateaus. From where you sat, the bridge looked like it was suspended between the clouds. Stone pillars that used to support the structure of the bridge hung down, serrated like stone saws. You were so mystified by everything, almost anxious. As if it was some type of sensory overload. You much preferred the peace of Ordon Spring.

You also much preferred Link's company.

Aryn and you conversed in snippets of dull-witted small talk. It was hard for you to really carry on a conversation. All you really knew was your Twili way of life. Aryn wouldn't understand that. He tried to prod you into divulging where you came from. You glossed over his badgering, but he kept looping back to the same question. You went with the Gerudo Desert, the last place where the Mirror of Twilight stood. He didn't need to know about the mirror. Or the fact that it doesn't exist anymore. Actually, he didn't need to know much about you at all. After this date, you wouldn't be seeing him again.

As predicted, his eyes found their way down to the lower-cut neckline you were sporting.

Link didn't look at me in such a disrespectful way. Your mind instantly remembered the tender way he zipped you in, as though your dress was consecrated armor from the goddesses. He always had a way of making you feel secure. Protected. Then there were his eyes. That regarded you with such ...such...adoration.

I think I miss Link.  You looked out at the water, desperation twisting inside of you. Something about the lapping of the lake made you homesick. You missed the Twilight. You missed everything that was familiar. Everything about the light was beginning to overwhelm you. From trying all these new foods to constantly speaking their language. From the biggest issue of it all, feelings. You remember Midna talking about their trials at the Lakebed Temple. How scary it must have been for Link to undergo his journey as a hero. Yet he managed to come out victorious.

I can walk away a hero too.

"Y/N?"

Aryn held a grape against your lips. "Say ahh!" The feeling of the cool grape against your mouth made you snap out of your longing. You didn't eat much to begin with. He had brought sandwiches with different fillings, fruits, and breads. He also kept trying to feed you. A gesture that was forcing you to become disgruntled.

You cocked your head away from the grape suspended close to your lips. "Aryn, thank you. I'm afraid I'm pretty full."

"You hardly ate." His voice was accusatory.

"I was nervous. Really. I would like to walk around and look at the lake, if possible?"

"Alright. That makes me sad. That means our date is coming to an end, isn't it? Well, I'll pack up." He began gathering some of the food and wrapping it up in its' appropriate cloth. You reached down to help, accidentally touching his hand.

It was funny, touching him didn't have the same effect as it did when it was Link. Aryn's eyes looked into yours, shimmering with lust. You looked away. Hoping that you hadn't somehow invited something unwelcome to occur.

"That's ok. I don't mind." You both managed to put away the rest of the food. Neither one of you said much as you began to walk. Until Aryn perked up beside you. "I know a really great view of the Lake. Follow me."

Something from within started to gnaw at you. You couldn't pinpoint what it was, but whatever it was, it didn't want you to follow Aryn. 

The further you followed him, the more adamant the masticating warning became.

He took you to a large, deserted tree. The hollowness of the tree was nothing compared to the hollow look Aryn had in his eyes.

"So, what do you think of the view?" His voice was a menacing whisper.

"Oh, well... it's not as bright, so that helps my eyes." You felt like a lamb about to be slaughtered by a wolf. Which was funny, thanks to Link, you had never feared wolves. 

But this one frightened you.

All the hairs on your body stood at attention. The flesh of your arm had raised bumps you'd never seen before.

"I can provide you some shade." Before you could process what he meant, you were pinned against the tree. Sharp, jagged pieces of bark were ripping into your back.

He's going to ruin the dress Link bought me. The only thing I'll ever have to remember him by.

"You're hurting me." You feebly spat at Aryn. An incineration began in your eyes, but this time it wasn't from the sun.

"And your rejection is hurting me. You don't think I knew you weren't thinking about me this whole date? You don't think I know you were thinking about, Mr.Link? " His foul breath escaped from his lips in huffs. "Well, I've got news for you. Mr.Link is engaged to be married to Ilia. You are not the one he loves. You will never be the one he loves."

Water began to pool in your eyes. Your lips quivered as he closed in on yours. The predator was closing in on his prey. He was going to take your first kiss from you. None of this would have happened if you hadn't been so vindictive.

You began to sob. Upset with yourself. Upset with Aryn. Upset with his words that were nothing but true. "Please." You whimpered. Kiss me if you must. But don't destroy my illusion of Link. My illusion of the light.

"Please." You attempted one final plea.

"Shhh," he warned, raising his finger to your lips. "Stop crying. It's not that bad. Mr.Link is probably with Ilia. Ilia would never believe you if you told her, you know?"

A tug on a tightly wound string interrupted Aryn's diatribe. It made you briefly stop crying and draw your eyes toward the figure behind Aryn.

"Ilia might not believe her. But I do." Link snarled. An arrow positioned at the back of Aryn's head.

Aryn slowly lifted his hands up, not bothering to utter a single word. You got out from under him, running towards Link. You jumped into his arms, making him drop his bow. Aryn ran away. Never looking back.

Link held you tightly. The familiar embrace of the hero's strong arms surrounding you. The weight of everything finally hit you. You began to cry uncontrollably. Your tears threatened to make Lake Hylia overflow.

Link just held you, rocking you gently in his arms.

You were safe once again.

*

Link tried to remain calm as he held Y/N in his arms. The anger he felt was not too far from boiling over.

That disgusting fiend.

What would have happened if he hadn't made it to Y/N in time? Link couldn't help but sway back and forth, rocking her like a baby. It wasn't just about his reprehensible physical behavior but also the destructive things he said. Who was he to determine who Link loved? Sure, he only knew Y/N for two days, but he could see himself...

HICCUP!

Link looked down at Y/N, who kept her head buried in his chest. She kept blubbering apologies between sobs. "Link, I..." HICCUP! Link began gently patting her back. "If you hold your breath, the hiccups will go away."

"The wha-" HICCUP! She finally pulled her face out of Link's chest. Her eyes were swollen with tears. Her bottom lip continued a controlled wobble, a futile attempt to keep the crying at bay. Her image of the light has probably been destroyed thanks to Aryn's horny little stunt. Link felt his muscles tense with the fury he was holding within. Y/N was holding her breath, then ecxhaling. Until finally her hiccups subsided. A faint smile made its way to her lips. "How silly. It really worked. But Link, what is wrong with my eyes? All this water... am I crying?"

Link couldn't help himself. He took his hand and placed it gently on her cheek. His thumb found a stray tear that began to trickle. He caressed her cheek, smudging the tear from her sight. "They're tears." Y/N put her hand on top of Link's. He directed her thumb with his over another one. Together, they erased it from her cheek. "I'm crying?" She whispered in shock. Link gave her a compassionate look. "Yes. You're upset. Crying is a normal reaction when you are distraught." Link found one more tear. This one had managed to create a trail past the corner of Y/N's lips. Link stared at it momentarily, suspending his hand from wiping it away. Before he was aware of his actions, he took his thumb and stroked the corner of her mouth. He could feel his heart elevate as he grazed past her lips, transfixed.

Boundaries. Remember your boundaries. She doesn't need another inappropriate man to break her trust.

Link tried to think of a way to soothe Y/N. The first place to start was to get her out of their current area. She didn't need to stand in the spot she was almost taken advantage of.

"Y/N, can I reignite your interest in Lake Hylia by giving you a proper tour?" Link gave Y/N a moment to collect herself. She sniffled. "Do you need to go back to Ordon?"

As far as Link was concerned, the only place he needed to be at that particular moment was with Y/N. "No. I have no plans for today. Besides saving a helpless Twili who was under the threat of a horny idiot." He then stoically added, "I don't want this experience to make you view the light as a forsaken place. So, if I may... take you on a proper date?" Link began to feel jittery, as though he had consumed too much tea. He was just showing her Lake Hylia as a friend. There was no reason to be so ridiculously nervous.

Yet here he was. The wings of his heart were extending outward, preparing for takeoff. Link also couldn't help but notice that she was still seeking refuge within the comfort of his arms. She clung to his chest like a frightened animal.

Link was hit with an idea. Where do animals go to hibernate against the harsh frigidity? When their element has been turned into a wicked tundra and they need the comfort of warmth?

Caves. Or, in this case, a cavern.

Lake Hylia Cavern. Link was going to make this the best date Y/N has ever been on.

Link knew it would also be the best date he's ever been on.

A/N: Edited 11/27/22

Once a hero, always a hero. Link made it to you just in time before your date went horribly awry. With determination to rekindle your view of the light and your view of him, Link has offered to take you on your first proper date. What does he have in store for you?

Check out my other completed OOT Zelda work- No Woman Beyond

#legend of zelda #link #loz #fanfiction #link x reader #romance #wattpad #fanfic #twilight princess #twilight #midna twilight princess #fanfic on tumblr #the legend of zelda #hyrule #action #adventure

[mochacat09]

I won't say I'm in love

This is on my Ao3 but for anyone who just wants to read chapter one on Tumblr here it is! Yay! Also yes ik it's kinda shit but it's my first fic so pls go easy on me!

Idia/Persephone oc

Cw: none

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"What kind of person learns how to make the die land on whatever number they want!? Talk about taking the fun of randomness out of the game!" A voiced huffed as they quickly stalked through the halls of Night Raven after leaving a club room.

The voice traveled like an apparition, the sound of quickly paced sneakers bounced off the walls, and a blue flame seemed to illuminate a ghastly aura as it floated along the dark halls. The wisp of blue that drifted through the Gothic interior made a rather annoyed huff as they arrived at their destination. Towering doors stood before him as he settled his nerves. The figure shook and the waves of flaring blue followed suit. Quietly he ventured into the school's library, wary of those who may linger. 

The brave introverted adventurer, Idia Shroud, rarely explored such an artifact of a territory. If he ever needed a book he'd get it online, obviously. Sadly though Professor Trein had assigned work which required some super old text. And here Idia was, looking for it because no matter how much he dug through the internet it wasn't there. Apparently the book wasn't published as an e-book or on audio. Strange to say the least, but to Idia this was an absolutely horrendous experience. And he'd barely gotten here!

Few students remained studying in the cavernous library. Silently Idia let out a breath of relief. Though he had no idea where the book was he wouldn't dare ask another living soul for help.

As he traversed deeper into the obnoxiously large library he sighed. Still no sign of the accursed book, no matter how much he wandered! When he turned the corner he didn't notice the figure curled up on the ground until he almost stepped on them when trying to reach for a book on a high self, hoping it'd be the one he needed. They didn't notice him either as they were curled in on themselves, sleeping away. 

Idia jumped when he heard the little snore that escaped them. Just who could be sleeping in a dark corner in the library? When he looked down he realized that it was one of the most social people at NRC.

Sephie.

The strange human from another world. They lay at Idia's feet as he scowled down, unbeknownst to Sephie. He scolded himself a little before crouching to try to wake them. He wasn't sure why or what made him want to wake them. Perhaps he was simply annoyed to see someone sleeping here and in his way. Or possibly pity for the tired prefect. But before he could say anything to the sleeping prefect or shake them awake he stopped himself. 

They looked peaceful as they slept. Whenever they were awake in the few times Idia saw Sephie they always looked focused on something. No, thinking of it, it wasn't a focused gaze they held. It looked more stressed as if they were planning their next steps to survive in this new world. They looked like they were carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. Like all of twisted wonderland problems were theirs. 

Well it was almost like that, because of Crowley all of Night Raven's problems were theirs. It wasn't a secret and if it was supposed to be it wasn't a well kept one. Everyone knew how Sephie was consistently being run into the ground with Crowley's endless tasks for them. 

In fact on his way to game-board club he'd seen them washing some of the windows in the front of the dark castle like school. Even now he could see their makeshift uniform was damp and covered in left over suds. And as peaceful as they looked they're eye bags competed with his own. He'd spent years getting these, they've only been in here for a few months. 

And as far as he could remember when they first arrived they were a fresh face, nervous first year, with absolutely no eye bags. Their eye bags now looked as if they could carry books, groceries, and then some. Their skin, a dark shade which pleasantly contrasts their tightly curled soft pink hair, also looked wet and soapy. Sephie's hair was a completely drenched mess as they lay in their slumped sleep. They'd probably been through so much stress about going home, doing Crowleys chores, and these NRC boys that it definitely hasn't made the stay here easy for Sephie. This would all explain the carelessness of falling asleep in the library. 

In the time Idia had been staring at the sleeping form they stirred a little leading to their awakening. They yawned sluggishly as they looked up at Idia. They didn't seem surprised at his presence just mildly annoying. 

"Are you planning to stand there like a deer in some head lights or are you gonna move? If you hadn't noticed if trying to sleep." They scowled almost sounding like Leona when someone disturbs his sleep. Idia would know as he's had the misfortune of doing that once in the botanical garden.

Like his usual shut in self he began to stutter a series of apologies before shuffling back a little. He felt like he knew the answer already but he still couldn't help but ask...

"W-why are you sleeping in the library? You have a dorm with an actual bed. Or maybe ...you could've asked to sleep in a spare dorm room, at least for a little? Actual dorm beds are probably comfier than whatever you have going on in Ramshackle or the floor."

Sephie let out a tired sigh before replying with, "If you must know, my sleep usually gets disturbed. By Crowley, my friends, the ghosts in my dorm, not to mention the biggest offender Grim... so I thought the library would be a good place. People are rarely here anyway. The only people I think I've ever seen here are you, Riddle, and the teachers," they yawned before adding, "But it seems I was mistaken as my sleep has been rudely interrupted once again."

With a slight eye roll Idia opted to speak through his tablet this time he typed, "Still there are better places to sleep than curled up in some dusty library corner."

"Well I guess your right... So can I borrow a spare dorm room, at least for a little?" Sephie had a cheeky, saccharine smile that displayed false innocence as they threw Idia's words back in his face.

As much as he didn't want another person in the dorm he couldn't say no. He could see they were still falling asleep during this interaction. He didn't expect to feel pity for them and maybe it wasn't. He wasn't known for his benevolence after all. Also, they were totally the main character of this! He wasn't going to dare try getting on their bad side. Not after Sephie and their friends had survived and stopped multiple overblots. They were totally op even without magic and that was something Idia did not want to deal with.

So begrudgingly he answered them with a "Fine." through his tablet.

They slowly made there way up and stretched out their limbs as they followed Idia to the hall of mirrors. It was quite a sight to see as they made it back to the dorm. Sephie was dragging their feet almost falling over in exhaustion at times as Idia tried to hurriedly pull them along by the end of their uniform sleeve. Finally after what felt like forever to Idia they'd made it to a spare dorm room Sephie could call their own for a while. The second Idia let them in they collapsed on the bed barley able to stand in their own. 

Only half there body made it to the bed as they quickly cuddled up with a nearby pillow. Idia let an annoyed sighed escape his lips as he pushed the rest of them to lay comfortably on the bed. He left and looked back in annoyance. When he faced forward Ortho was inches from his face with wide eyes shining as if there were stars in there.

"AH! O-oh. Ortho it's just you. Talk about a major jumpscare."

"Apologies but brother? Was that the housewarden of Ramshackle, Sephie, entering the room with you?" Ortho asked curiously.

"Oh yeah..." Idia replied seemingly cautiously. 

"Are they joining our dorm?" Ortho exclaimed excitingly. "Maybe they can help our dorm! They're outgoing personality may be what we need!"

"WHAT? No, they're not joining our dorm! Why would we even need them?" Idia said quickly shaking his head.

"Oh. That's a shame. According to my statistics our dorm would benefit from someone like them around by 40%! Are you sure they're not joining Ignihyde?"

"Y-yes! I'm sure."

Ortho sighed in obvious disappointment. He was of course curious as to why Sephie was here so Idia told him the story. Ortho to say the least was flabbergasted that his brother had voluntarily talked to someone and brought them over. "It's like a sleepover at our dorm," Ortho suggested. Idia instantly rejected the idea because as he said, 'he was kind of giving back a favor for what happened during his overblot.' Still it seemed no matter how hard he tried to shake it the thought found a home in his mind. Like an unwelcome bug his thoughts were plagued with it for the rest of the day.

#twisted wonderland #fanfiction #twst #idia shroud #Persephone oc #ortho shroud

[aquato-family-circus]

I felt perplexed about the news of Maligula's coffin to be empty for two reasons. 1) If this was Ford's idea to cover up Lucy's identity then why didn't he or Otto make a fake skeleton? 2) If this wasn't Ford's idea then why would people assume Maligula's dead the news about Ford defeating her caught many's attention even having a poster the attack of Grulovia was sudden so many didn't know to evacuate and could survive to witness Ford taking her away or he could say she's in a private prison.

After she broke the dam, Maligula snaps and starts going on a rampage, destroying the Grulovian capital city and potentially neighboring cities/villages. Anyone who didn't know to retreat from the city would be dead, so there's no civilians who witnesses the fight between the Psychic 6 & Maligula. In fact the capital is so deeply flooded that you can see the water has completely submerged all the buildings in the vault "Ford Forgets".

Ford purportedly landed the final blow on Maligula. He kept his plan to recover Lucy's body from everyone (and in fact it seems to be an impulse decision he made after the fight), so none of the other Psychic 6 would ever be involved in the cover up. By all their honest accounts, Ford killed Lucy.

How Ford managed to completely conceal his initial actions from his friends is left ambiguous, but we know

1) The battlefield was the remote, desolate remains of the captial; even if there were survivors of the flood, they are no where near the scene of the fight. I'm sure the Psychic 6 wouldn't allow for that and quartered Lucy somewhere she was alone.

2) Ford literaly broke his brain erasing the memory of ever doing anything to hide Lucy, so the Psychic 6 and any other folks who wanted to look in his head wouldn't be able to find that information even if they knew to look.

Which leads back to Maligula's Tomb. Honestly, I'm pretty sure Ford was not involved in that part at all. I think whatever devoted few of the Grulovians left who believed in the country's power must have made a grave for her, and left it empty because there was no body to bury.

News of the tomb being empty after someone opened it most likely got twisted by the mystery and misinformation behind Maigula's true defeat, and got reported as her body getting stolen. I assert it's just misinformation being reported in the news because it's 100% not possible for any Delugionists or otherwise to have stolen anything, but they could have tried. Plus all the other newspaper articles about Maligula are always going to inherently be wrong because of how Ford covered up her survival.

I tried to lay out everything that seemed to be confusing for you in your ask, I hope it helps?

The short version boils down to "Maligula's Tomb Empty!" is foreshadowing about her true nature obscured by the red herring of necromancy being involved. It's not meant to imply Ford or the others were involved nor that this means more people than Ford and Gzar Theodore knew Maligula really survived.

#asks #psychcrash34

[someonelookingpraediti]

Currently Reading...

Cytonic - Brandon Sanderson

Urgh, that was such a good ending, but now I absolutely cannot wait for the next book! I can't believe I'm going to have to wait probably nine-ish months for Defiant? I could literally have a baby while I wait for it. I won't, but I could.

I think over the next couple of months, the only thing you're going to hear from me is "well, I didn't see that coming". Such is the way of Brandon Sanderson. It doesn't matter how many of his books I read, I still never manage to guess his twists. My mind just doesn't work as fast as his.

So, spoiler alert, I did not realise that Chet was a Delver. I obviously knew something was up, because Spensa literally kept pointing out that he couldn't possibly be M-Bot's old pilot. But I did not guess he was a Delver, and probably wouldn't have guessed it even with a year to consider it.

I did not twig that the Delvers were originally AIs. And looking back, that seems like a really obvious one. I guess I was too busy being suspicious of other things to be paying attention. A classic "made you look" situation. I actually did have one really wild theory after the second book, which was that the missing Kitsen cytonics had become the Delvers. The fact that they all died fighting a Delver makes a lot more sense, but is a lot less interesting.

And I super did not realise that Doomslug was Spensa's reality icon / father's pin! I actually completely forgot Doomslug was even really a thing, for most of the book, if I'm honest. I just thought she teleported off somewhere, and that was that. I want a pet Teynix, but Doomslug in particular. She seems both peppy and chipper. My favourite part of the entire novel was Doomslug describing reality ashes as: "Poop!"

I'm excited about Spensa's new half-delver soul, and her extra delver-y powers that come with it, I can't wait to see how this series ends, because I know it's going to be spectacular. I am fully aware that I say this every time I start reading a Sanderson series, but I think this one might be my favourite.

I'm also very excited about Jorgen's new promotion and very cool uniform. I'm a bit worried that it means something has happened to Cobb, but I'm pleased for Jorgen. Good for him. He's the boyfriend teenage me didn't know she wanted.

I'm less excited about M-Bot being stuck alone in the Nowhere. I hope he's ok when Spensa finally gets him back, and he doesn't have to sacrifice himself (again) to defeat the Delvers at the end of the series.

And I still don't know if the "M" in M-Bot stands for "Mushroom".

#currently reading #cytonic #brandon sanderson #MAJOR spoilers #cytoverse #summer of sanderson

[catboyebooks]

since hinata clearly believes nanami's telling the truth about being the traitor despite his reluctance to accept it, nanami asks that he do her a favor and prove it to the group. she says she'd like to explain everything herself, but she can't. hinata gets even more upset at this — it's not a question of whether it's possible for him to prove this or not (i certainly know how he can prove it already, and i bet he does too), but she's essentially asking him to kill her. nanami apologizes for putting him in this situation, but says it's the only way. the others agree they have to at least investigate the possibility of nanami being the traitor, even if none of them want to believe that that could be true.

monomi tries to interrupt once more and insist that nanami isn't the traitor, she'd know as she's a future foundation agent herself and has no relationship with nanami whatsoever. of course this only serves to highlight that there's been a... particular dynamic between monomi and nanami the entire game. (monomi also leans too hard in the other direction when insisting that there's no relationship between the two of them, and starts claiming she hates nanami, which is an obvious lie.) we get a panic talk action versus monomi here and once again i did shockingly well at it and can't tell if this one was easy on purpose or if i've actually gotten good at panic talk action, which if so would be the biggest twist in this game so far.

in order to prove monomi is lying, hinata brings up the diary she kept in her treasure chest. monokuma reveals that he thought ahead and brought said diary to trial with him, and the others (who haven't seen it yet) snatch it and begin reading through. they figure the traitor might be directly named in the diary, but hinata says that's not the case — komaeda probably swiped it hoping he'd be able to figure out the traitor's identity from the diary, but the diary alone isn't enough evidence to clarify this, so it wouldn't have aided him in figuring it out. hinata can, though; in fact, he thinks that part of him knew from the moment he found the diary, but he didn't want to accept his suspicions as true. first of all, monomi can't write, so can't have written the diary entries herself. someone else must have done this for her. that entry i mentioned earlier, which talks about hinata trying to access the final dead room, could only have been written by nanami; she's the only one who witnessed that.

the others still don't want to accept nanami is the traitor. sonia asks if all the time they spent with her was a lie (well... yes, but not how she thinks), and owari brings up how nanami scanned her student ID card without hesitation during the whole bomb hoax thing — why would the traitor be so reckless as to do something like that? hinata points out nanami must have known the bomb threat wasn't real, so by scanning her card she was calling komaeda's bluff.

sonia keeps trying to argue that nanami can't be the traitor, leading to another debate segment. this time when hinata shoots down her argument we don't get the usual sore wa chigau zo!, he says "sou janai nda" ("that's not it," much less of an emphatic rebuttal than is typical for him). her argument's basically that she's the only one who would have known the bombs weren't real as she's the one who actually tested them, but hinata points out monomi witnessed her trying to use one to break into the ruins. she said so herself earlier. if monomi knew the bombs were really fireworks, nanami presumably knew that too. nanami confirms this is true, and that she couldn't tell them she knew the bomb threat wasn't real because she'd have to say that monomi told her so, and that'd out her as the traitor. sonia still isn't ready to give up arguing in nanami's defense and this leads into a rebuttal showdown, but the typical music doesn't play and hinata doesn't say anything at all while striking down her argument.

it seems they're all finally starting to realize that it must be true about nanami, but still, no one wants to vote for her. kuzuryuu points out that this is basically asking them to trust in komaeda's luck and believe that his plan worked exactly as intended, which obviously nobody wants to do. hinata (who seems particularly bothered at the implication that he's just blindly putting faith in komaeda here) says that's not it, it's not about believing in komaeda's luck, it's about believing in nanami. even if she's the traitor, he says, that's not the nanami he knows, and he still believes in the nanami he's known since the start of the killing game. and that nanami is saying they have to vote for her. not voting isn't an option, guessing blindly isn't an option, all they can do is go along with what she wants them to do here. per chapter 5 tradition, this is another trust fall.

nanami asks if she can say something and then she says, i'll quote directly, "there's nothing to be sad about, you know. 'cause... this is different than what happened before. unlike before, you guys don't have to stay alive by doubting someone... you guys can stay alive by believing in me." she then apologizes to the group for putting them in this situation, and additionally apologizes to monomi because she's probably gonna get reamed out by the future foundation for this one. still, she wants to protect the others and is glad that she's able to. monomi seems to accept nanami's decision at this point and says it's amazing that she's able to look at it like that — they might call it a miracle, even. monokuma's getting impatient, and nanami doesn't seem to want to prolong the inevitable, and so they vote.

#this is such a fucking case... where am i even gonna begin with closing thoughts for this chapter lmao #kes plays sdr2

[giorno-plays-piano]

Forgotten Promises

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x reader

Warnings: yandere, noncon, kidnapping, mentions of torture, Shigaraki being a creep.

Words: 1.2k

Summary: You were well aware one day he would catch you, a traitor who was ought to be his confidante but chose to abandon him instead.

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"Long time no see."

You didn't shiver when you heard his voice, your arms and legs tied tightly to some kind of bedstead where you laid helpless like a sacrificial lamb on the altar. You knew this was going to happen one day even with all that crowd of heroes surrounding you to protect you from Shigaraki. Of course, they only bought you some time because those who betrayed the League lived very shortly. As for those who betrayed its psychopatic leader personally the way you did...

Oh, you were long prepared for what was coming for you.

"Hi, Tomura."

You didn't see his figure in the darkness of the room - or whatever this godforsaken place was - but you could clearly feel his presence somewhere close. Shigaraki must have waited for this moment for so long he was savoring every second of it now, watching you lay defenseless in front of him, unable to even move a finger, left completely at his mercy. You could imagine the expression on his face, the things he was going to tell you, pointing out how incredibly stupid it was of you to betray All For One and become one of the Heroes' squad instead.

The things he shouted when he saw you leaving in the middle of the battle were much harsher.

"You're a fucking whore!" Face distorted with hatred, he tried chasing you despite knowing you had already been out of his reach. "I'll break your every bone and skin you alive when I get to you!"

You kept seeing him in your nightmares for months after that, shivering from the thought what would happen if he really caught you. Too bad you weren't just one more member of the gang, some simple criminal Shigaraki would pay no mind - on the contrary, being the only one who could handle his deadly touch thanks to your Quirk, you were given to him by All For One personally. You were supposed to be some kind of confidante for him just like Kurogiri, but with time you realized your master wanted you to be Tomura's personal toy, a girl he would keep for his own comfort. Although neither of you confided in each other, you knew Shigaraki had been slowly developing feelings for you day by day for years as you served him like a companion, following him everywhere, playing in his games, figthing alongside him if you needed to - even if Tomura was twisted and corrupted, he still longed for intimacy despite all his hatred, and you were his only possible option.

It wasn't hard to imagine his reaction when he found out you were leaving the League of Villains, abandoning him.

You wondered how vengeful he was going to get after all these years, having so much time to plan your punishment, imagining how you were going to cry and plead him for forgiveness. Well, it was very likely you would, tortured to death by him, but it didn’t change the fact you did a lot to help the heroes, ruining so many plans of All For One you certainly had been his personal headache for years. Nothing would change it even if Tomura tormented you as much as he wanted.

As you finally saw him coming from behind, his figure blocking the light coming from a lonely bulb hanging from the ceiling, you flinched, grimacing as you saw Shigaraki's red eyes staring at you intently. The son of a bitch was smirking while he looked over you as if you were his trophy.

His light blue hair changed its color and grew longer than you remembered them; the skin around his eyes had twice more wrinkles, making Shigaraki look like a century-old teenager, and his neck was bruised just like when you were still a part of the League. While you thought he didn't look too different, Tomura matured. He was no longer a raw-boned video kid, and the change made you think you had no idea what he had become and how he was going to treat you. You were certain about a single thing - he was surely going to make you suffer.

"Do you like what you see?" You asked, annoyed he was staring at you for so long and saying nothing.

He let out a chuckle, leaning over until he brushed his nose against your cheek, making you shiver, "I do."

As he inhaled deeply, you realized he was sniffing you. What a creep, you thought as you clenched your teeth.

You hated this uncertainty, not knowing what he was planning to do, and soon it was impossible for you to stay silent, "What are you-"

But before you could finish, you felt his warm, slimy tongue licking a long stripe from your chin to your cheek, leaving your skin wet from his saliva. Quickly squeezing your eyes shut, you held your breath, hoping it was all a bad dream. What the fuck was he doing? Sure, he reached puberty a long time ago, but you thought he was going to do something more violent to you - in the end, you hurt his pride more than anyone else did.

"You're awfully quiet now," you could feel his smirk with your skin. "But, I guess, you'll be pleading me to stop a little later. Or rather not to stop?"

Cringing, you opened your eyes only to stare in the face of Shigaraki right above yours as he held your bound wrists, clenching them painfully, "I expected you'd be more creative with my punishment. Last time you promised to skin me alive."

"That would be boring and pretty useless," he rolled his eyes in irritation, his hand touching the fabric of your shirt only to decay it immediately. "Are you so desperate for your punishment? Maybe that's why it was so easy to catch you."

You wanted to tell him he needed years to get close to you, but you kept your mouth shut. Only god knew what this creep had planned for you, and it was stupid to provoke him when Shigaraki was already drooling on your face. You just hoped he did it only to scare the shit out of you.

"I knew you'd get me one day."

"Then why did you run?" His sharp eyes made you froze as he loomed over you, his expression frightening.

You turned your head away, "You know why. You wouldn't follow me anyway, so I did what I had to."

"No, I wouldn't," strangely satisfied with your answer, the Grand Commander finally took a step back, giving you space, and you remembered how to breathe again.

There was this unnerving silence again, and you tried to toss and turn on the bedstead, exhausted from the run earlier and being tied for far too long. What was in his head? Was he really going to rape you as a way of demonstrating his dominance over you? It sounded insane, but you reminded yourself you had no idea how much Tomura had changed. Maybe that was what All For One told him to do to you... although this was rather questionable. It almost looked like Shigaraki was taking something he thought had always belonged to him, a way to make you remember all your efforts had always been futile while he held real power over you.

"So, what's next on my menu?" You asked loudly, unable to hold your tongue. "Breaking my bones, was it?"

You heard him chuckle.

"No, but it'll hurt," he whispered as he left his hooded coat on the floor, standing in front of you so you could see him getting undressed, his deeply bruised skin making you nauseated. "It'll hurt you just right."

#shigaraki tomura x reader #bnha shigaraki #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #my hero academia shigaraki #tomura Shigaraki x reader #mha shigaraki #yandere

[thequeenofsastiel]

Not Me Series Review

Overall, this show was excellent.

It started off a little silly, though admittedly pretty intense. White's absolutely terrible plan to try to imitate Black, whom he knew next to nothing about, to Black's gang, who had plans to burn down a house, made me think this show was going to be a somewhat dark comedy.

But then episode 3 happened.

Episode three, in which the show tackled ableism and corruption and human rights abuses and privilege.

I knew from that episode that this show was going to be different.

And it was.

It would have impressed me alone from its music and acting and characters and couple chemistry. But the fact that what it did was call out the government for its awful behavior, in a country in which free speech is limited and the media is largely controlled by said government, absolutely blew my mind. Since episode three aired until the show ended I kept half expecting it to get pulled and censored. I am both shocked and thrilled that we got to watch the whole thing.

Moreover, the very fact that this show was not only made but aired in full says a lot about the shifting public opinion in Thailand. It means that there were enough people in the government controlled media that wanted what Not Me had to say to get out to the public. I am honestly far more fascinated by Thai politics after watching this show than I would have ever believed possible, and I'm pretty damn obsessed with politics in general. My fandoms are my escape when I can't bear to think about the burgeoning civil war in my country or the invasion of Ukraine or climate change or any other number of issues anymore. But this show collided the two things that take up most of my mental energy, and I'm genuinely glad that it did. I'm grateful to everyone involved for the bravery they showed in making this and airing this.

I'm not going to pretend that the politics were the only thing I liked about it. I loved Gun's acting. If he doesn't win at least one award for this show it'll be a goddamn crime. I really enjoyed Seanwhite and the power dynamics in their relationship. Danyok was also wonderful. Eugene and Namo were excellent characters and I would have liked to have seen more of them.

The only thing about this show that actually bothered me was the whole EugeneGram twist. It felt weird and unnecessary. I wasn't personally terribly invested in Blackgram, but it seemed like the show was heading in that direction, and it felt like the right way to go. Not doing so was confusing. Also, it made Gram's character inconsistent, his behavior towards Eugene was toxic and gross, and her suddenly being into him after very clearly not felt forced.

I've seen people speculate that the reason the show didn't go with canon Blackgram was because of fears of the outcry of fans who wouldn't want to see Gun with someone other than Off, and it wouldn't surprise me if that was true. The toxicity of shipping actors rearing its ugly head again. So, if that's the case, I honestly can't really blame the writers/producers for that decision, even though I think the show suffered as a result.

Plus I think it would've been more compelling to put Eugene with Namo, but whatever.

Now that the show has finished airing, I stand by my statement a couple of weeks ago that this show could absolutely make a second season work. Not just work. Be awesome. Black is a very interesting character, and I'd love to either see him work with the gang, or make new activist friends. I'd love to see what more the show has to say about Thai politics. I think Dan and Yok's story has a whole lot of potential. And, given the fan outcry about Blackgram, perhaps a second season could break up Gram and Eugene and have Blackgram happen.

Though tbh I'm personally more hoping for that because of the potential of NamoEugene.

Will it happen? I have no idea. I've seen people say that Off and Gun are done doing BLs, but I've seen no actual proof of that other than rumors(if you have any links to them actually saying that, feel free to drop them, but don't leave comments with any unsourced rumors, please). Of course the show could just write them out and center around Danyok, though, while I think it would make more sense to have them as the main couple for a second season, it would be a real pity if at least Gun didn't come back to play Black.

I think the main obstacle would be the government, now that all the people not involved in the approval of the first season will be aware of what the show had to say.

I hope there is a second season, I really, really do, but even if there isn't, this show was an absolute gift, and is definitely going in my top 5.

9.5/10

#not me #not me the series #not me reviews #my reviews #seanwhite #danyok #namoeugene #eugenenamo

[dodo-begone]

Since you liked the last part here's another and to pardon my French shit is about to hit the fan.

Philza could hardly wait to tell his older sons, he was a bit disappointed in Tommy for hiding your hybrid nature from him he had so much lost time to make up for all this time he could have been teaching you how to make a proper nest, how to fly once your wings were big enough or how to communicate with chirps and peeps, he calmed himself he knew now and once they arrived Wilbur and Technoblade would know as well. Just the thought of the little fledgling clothed in his flocks,colors joyfully chirping at him,wings no longer hidden was just making his chat go wild (fledgling, baby bird, protect, bring them here, why do we have to wait get baby bird now) while he did agree with chats caws they needed to get everything set up adopting them into the family would be a breeze all of his sons adored his fledgling, Tommy obviously as he was glued to your side whenever he could, Wilbur did as well spending hours in the library hidden away with his fledgling in a dusty corner, Techno as always showed his affection in spars and gifts of war even his sons chat loved them to the point where they were reluctant to spar. No there would be no resistance to you joining his flock from anyone (not even you). He was interupted when his elder sons entered time to share the good news.

Techno wouldn't admit it but he was nervous when he and Wilbur were called to their fathers chambers, was he right and you were sick with some incurable illness like the one that took their mother not long after Theseus came into the world. He didn't know if he would remain sain if that were the case driven mad by either his own or chats grief. The news that you were soon to be officially adopted into their family filled him with glee (new sibling,big bro techno arc E, E, cuddles for the cuddle god) oh he had to go to his workshop after he wouldn't allow another to forge your crown, he already had a design in mind along with half a dozen other gold based gifts in mind. But then his father grew silent here it comes he thought the fact that you were ill or had a debilitating sickness, when his fathers smile grew as static filled his ears as the fact you were a hybrid was shared with them, no, not just the fact that you were a hybrid, you were a winged hybrid like his father. A pained hiss escaped his lips(little bird, E, poggers, Icarus, Icarus, little birdie, build a nest for little bird, Gold armor) chat screaming in joy at the knowledge of your heritage. At least now he could gift you armor, though he didn't even know of he would be able to let you out of sight if you wore gold armor( not that he would without the armor either).

Wilbur was so exstatic at the news that you were joining the family he could already picture your future room covered in their families crest and colours, oh you would need your clothes embroidered with the royal crest, he would finally be able to call you his sibling out loud and that made the piglin part of his brain rumble in possessive delight. He may have not had the more outward hybrid traits that his twin had but he still had the love of gold and possessiveness over those he saw as his family and now you officially were going to be apart of it. Its only when his father told them about your winged hybrid nature that he snapped out of his daydream, this day kept getting better and better he would have wing slits added to your clothes alongside the family crest, ahhhh just the thought of all the feathery hugs he's would get in the near future from his new little sibling ( never letting go no matter how much you struggled) in their jubilation they never noticed the gold haired eavesdroper.

Tommy ran to your room as fast as possible only stopping in his room to gather the necessary supplies, you needed to leave now or you would never be able to run if you were officially a member of the Royal family you would never have the chance to escape their talons, their suffocating "love" no matter how far you ran. Waking you he watched as your face paled as he told you about what he heard, handing you a set of commoners clothes (coat big enough to hide your wings under) to change into he relayed his plan as he rubbed dye into your hair, run for the border to the nation of L'manberg it was the closest nation without an extradition treaty with the empire and it had a good enough army that they could go toe to toe with the empire as it currently was. He would burn anything of yours that you couldn't take so Technos hunting hounds would have no scent to follow and he would cover for you as long as he could giving you the precious time you needed to run after all a single minute could be the difference between the borders being open or closed. He shut out the selfish part of him that whispered that you should stay after all aren't you family to him, doesn't he want you to never need to feel hunger again, to have the unconditional love of a family, as he handed you all the money you would need to set up a new life. He watched as you slowly glided down to the forested floor below your guest room and as you vanished into the woods heading straight for the border between the empire and L'manberg, he prayed to any god that would listen that you would escape from this twisted family love they all had for you he forced himself to look away from the window as his gaze fell on the wardrobe he set about his part of the plan burning everything with your scent in the fireplace.

The next day was an ordinary one for the Royal family as far as anyone could tell but for its members it was easy to see that the elder three were excited about something, when you didn't arrive at the breakfast table with the youngest Prince the concerned emperor asked his youngest as to where you were only for the Prince to reply that you had thrown yourself into your studies so hard that you were exhausted and as such he told you to sleep in and recuperate. When you didn't show at lunch the emperor decided against his youngests protests went to his soon to be child's chambers. A few minutes later the whole castle heard the heartbroken wails of the emperor, his oldest two children ran to their fathers aid while the youngest just walked, the oldest and middle prince's just took in the scene that brought the emperor to his knees a room devoid of any sign you had ever been there, no clothes, no toys or nicknacks, the bed didn't even have any sheets the room was truly void of any sign you ever existed just the bitter scent of smoke filled the air and ashes spilled from the fireplace. Helping their father to his feet they ran alongside him to send out the order to lock down the borders, to find their missing family member. The youngest again just watched and hoped he had bought you enough time, he had the order to lock down the borders had come just hours after you had crossed into L'manberg mourning the fact you would never see your dear friend again.However chat wasn't wrong to call you Icarus after all you had flow to close to their sun, you would fall and drown in their love they would ensure it. Good luck out running the rising tide Icarus.

Ender-anon

Tada hope you like it Dodo, how long do you think you can out run the sea?

Ender- i'll say this once and i'll say this a million fucking times: i LOVE EVERYTHING YOU FUCKING MAKE BEACUE ALSKFDJLSADF AAAAAA I JUST LOVE MAN I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!

I can't think of anything to add to this that wouldn't ruin it!

#ask #ender anon #royalty au #tw: yandere #c: phil #c: techno #c: tommy #c: wilbur #rambling with dodo

[nashibirne]

DESPERADO - 3

Helen and August are back. Sorry it took me a while to write the next chapter but our holidays got in the way of writing. Anyway, here it is and it's getting a little steamy. I somehow struggled with writing the smut this time, it was somewhat hard to find the right balance in their dynamics but I think it turned out fine in the end. I hope you like it, too. As you know, writers live off validation, so comments, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated 💜

Pairing: Augut Walker x OFC (Helen Nichols)

Summary: August has survived the fight with Ethan Hunt and the fall from the cliff. A few lucky coincidences saved his life and he ends up with a woman that saves him and gives him shelter in her little hermit hut. He is at a turning point in his life. What is he going to do?

Word count: ~ 3.1 k

Warnings: Description of injuries, smut, NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), vaginal sex

NO BETA! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Credits: I don’t own August Walker and anything related to MI:Fallout. Pics for the moodboard from pinterest, face claim Helen: Rooney Mara

You can find parts 1 and 2 and my other fics on my masterlist.

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Desperado

Oh, you ain't gettin' no younger

Your pain and your hunger

They're drivin' you home

Freedom, oh freedom

Well that's just some people talkin'

Your prison is walkin' through this world all alone

From Desperado by The Eagles, Lyrics: Don Henley, Glenn Frey

"She's dead. She died in an accident. She was gone. I stayed."

No matter how hard August tried to find out more about Allison, there was no way to make Helen tell him anything else but these simple basics. She'd worked hard on building a protective wall around that part of her heart and her mind, she had closed off the grief and the feeling of guilt and she wasn't willing to hand over the key to her memories to a random stranger who was lying about his identity.

Besides August's futile attempts to pry into Helen's past the next two weeks were quite harmonious. While Helen had decided to ignore the fact that Austin Peters was a fake persona to avoid any kinds of complications, August had decided to accept the inevitable and to be a nice houseguest and he grudgingly let Helen take care of him. They soon got used to the fact that her help made them share pretty intimate moments and August had a hard time granting her access to his personal space, letting her literally touch him everywhere when she had to treat his wounds or help him get dressed and undressed, but he also watched her blush and shy away from him with fiendish joy.

It made him feel better about his face that his body obviously still had a significant effect on Helen and he couldn't deny that seeing her running around in her underwear or imagining her standing in the shower naked had a certain effect on him too. And it wasn't only physical, he really started to like her. She was smart and tough but also witty and cheeky sometimes, and it was hard for him to admit to himself that he enjoyed her company. Stockholm syndrome for sure, he tried to tell himself but in the back of his mind he knew the truth.

He had no idea that Helen felt the same and that her aloof manner was mostly facade. Behind the mask of indifference she was growing warm feelings for him. Warm, foolish, irrational feelings for a man she actually knew nothing about and who was involved in an FBI investigation. She blamed her hunger for interpersonal interactions and warmth that resulted from her self-chosen isolation for these surfacing emotions and did her best to ignore them.

What was really bothering Helen most after only a few days was the sleeping situation. Despite the fact that the there-is-only-one-bed-trope was everything from hot to romantic in theory it was only leading to back pain in reality. August kept on offering to sleep on the couch but she wouldn't let him. He needed a comfortable place to sleep and her sofa was hardly big enough for her. A tall man like him wouldn't be able to get a wink of sleep on it. So after 14 nights she decided to do something about it. She had made a call in the morning, August had heard her muffled voice from the kitchen when he was in the bathroom, and now a car was driving up to the hut. He started to panic.

"Who's that?"

He looked at Helen and she gave him a shrug.

"A friend. He's bringing me a folding bed, called him this morning. I'm not going to survive another night on the couch."

A car door was slammed shut with a thud and foot steps were coming closer to the front door.

"He can't come in, Helen", August whispered, giving her a pleading glance. She raised an eyebrow.

"Why's that?"

"He mustn't see me. Please."

Helen eyed him up and down and when it knocked August held his breath, his heart racing. She turned to the door without another word and August grabbed a large knife from the knife block before hiding in the corner of the room that wasn't visible from the entrance. Helen flinched when she realized that he'd armed himself but after taking a deep breath she opened the door with a nonchalant smile.

"Naseer. Hi. That was quick."

"Hi Helen. Yeah, it sounded urgent on the phone and you can't sleep in a broken bed so I thought I better bring you the folding bed as soon as possible."

August tried to imagine the man who belonged to the pleasant, warm voice. His English was very good but he clearly wasn't a native speaker. Someone from the village he guessed. From the village he would have erased without batting an eyelid just two weeks ago. His stomach twisted at the thought and it filled him with anger that he seemed to evolve something like a conscience lately.

"That's really kind of you."

He could hear the smile in Helen's voice.

"Let me help you unload it."

"No, I'll go and get it. Just tell me where to put it."

"Just put it here on the porch. I'll take care of it later."

Naseer gave Helen a funny look and she knew he was thinking she was acting strange but she could hardly let him walk inside the hut where August was awaiting him with a knife. She watched her only friend walk to his truck, grabbing the bed from the loading space and carrying it to the house.

"It's no problem to carry it inside", he said when he was standing in front of Helen again. "I could also fix your bed. I built it, it shouldn't be hard to replace a broken part."

He built it? The guy built Helen's bed? August started to wonder what kind of friend he was and why the question bothered him so much.

"No! No, that won't be necessary, Naseer."

Christ, woman, don't talk so fast. Her nervousness was showing in her voice and August was worried he might really have to use that fucking knife.

"Really, it's fine...I'm quite busy right now. In the middle of a creative phase...you know...kissed by the muse."

Good girl, back on track. August's heart rate went back to normal.

"You're working on your book again? That's great, Hel."

Hel? He rolled his eyes, annoyed and impatient.

"Yeah, it really is. My agent is pretty relieved too, my writer's block made him quite nervous. But I'm working almost non-stop on it...so yeah."

She shrugged with a sheepish grin, feeling terrible for lying to him.

"Is that why you needed all those supplies? Because you don't want to leave for grocery shopping in the next few weeks? Your truck was loaded when we met the other day."

"Exactly."

"I see...well…"

"Yeah…"

"I better get going then. Let you work in peace…"

"Thanks for stopping by, Naseer."

"Anytime. You know you can always call me when something's wrong or when you need help, right?"

"Of course." Her laugh sounded fake and nervous and for a moment she thought Naseer was going to ask her what was going on but he only gave her a worried look before he left. Helen let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and closed the door behind her.

"He's gone. You can put that away." She pointed at the knife August clung to, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

"What?" He looked at her angrily, putting the knife back in the knife block. "I just wanted to be prepared."

Helen let out a snort. "For what? Naseer attacking an injured stranger?"

"I don't know him."

"But I do. He's a friend and you made me act rude without a reason."

"A friend, huh? Hel?" August said in a mocking tone wiggling his eyebrows. He tried to be cheeky and make her laugh to ease the tension but he knew it was a stupid move as soon as the words left his mouth.

"Yes. A friend. Austin."

She was still being deadly serious and stressed his false name pointedly crossing her arms in front of her chest. August didn't know what to say or do to keep the situation from escalating so he just shrugged.

"Fine."

"Fine? That's all you have to say? For fucks sake...tell me why you didn't want Naseer to see you. Explain to me why you armed yourself with a knife, hiding in a dark corner of my house. My fucking house, goddamn…in which you found shelter..." She was furious now and he made a step towards her, his hands raised up in surrender. "Okay, listen, Helen."

"I'm all ears."

"As I said, it was just taking precautions. I'm a mistrustful person, made some bad experiences in the past and got hurt too often."

"Bullshit." She shook her head. "Don't try to tug at my heartstrings. Just tell me the truth."

August took a deep breath, he was getting frustrated and annoyed by her insistence.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I just can't, okay? Let's just leave it at that or…"

“Or what? Are you going to kill me?”

Her voice was full of sarcasm but her eyes showed him that a part of her was scared of him, wondering what he was capable of. The logical answer to her question would have been yes. His answer should have been yes, but when he said no, when he denied it, August meant it. He wasn't going to kill her nor would he ever hurt her.

“No, but I still can’t tell you.”

She could tell by the expression on his face that he was torn. He wanted to open up to her, but he felt like he couldn't.

“Just give me something. A little part of the truth to help me understand who you are, where you’re coming from and what you`re up to."

“That’s not so easy, Helen. You might not like what you’re going to hear.”

He gave her a shrug and something that was supposed to be a smile.

“I don’t care. August.”

He blinked repeatedly. “Sorry?”

“Yes...August.” She rolled her eyes. “I know that you've been lying to me from day one."

He got up and started to pace the hut, still hobbling a little, though his ankle was much better. He wasn’t really worried just debating with himself. After a while he stopped by the window, staring outside. “You're right. My name is August. August Walker.”

"Thanks, but I already know that much", Helen snapped.

"How did you find out about my name?" He asked as calmly as his fluttering nerves allowed it, turning around to look her in the eyes.

"Why did you lie to me?" Helen threw him a challenging look.

"How much do you know?" August was not willing to leave his questions unanswered.

"Why. Did. You. Lie. To. Me?" Helen shouted at him.

"It's none of your fucking business", he yelled back.

Helen laughed out loud.

"It's none of my business? Are you kidding me? I saved you. I let you stay in my house, sleep in my bed, I treat your wounds, I take care of you, give you shelter, I've helped you in every possible way, no matter how many of my personal boundaries have been transgressed and now you're seriously telling me that it's none of my business that you've lied to me all this fucking time?"

"I've never asked for your help."

His voice was calm, his facial expression blank and stern but his eyes were blazing with emotion. His stare was so intense it made Helen shiver.

"You ungrateful ass", she whispered, stunned by his audacity. "You took all I had to give without saying thank you only once. And now you're…"

He was right in front of her with two big strides, his lips crashing on hers with unexpected passion. Helen was too surprised to think about her reaction. She instinctively kissed him back, granting him access, letting him deepen the kiss, allowing his hands to explore her body. 60 seconds later she was in control of herself again. She pushed him away, staring at him dumbfounded.

"Shit. What are you doing?"

"Expressing my gratitude."

He gave her an outrageously sexy smirk and it took Helen just a split second to grab him by his shirt and pull him close again to kiss him feverishly. She wanted him. She wanted him badly. She wanted him now.

August pressed her against the wall with his huge body, caressing her tits through her clothes while kissing her neck. She moaned and started to tug at his shirt. He took it off in a hurry and Helen got rid of her top and bra. When they kissed again she let her hands run over his chest gently, making sure not to hurt him. She pulled away and looked at him, at his scarred face that was still so handsome now that the wounds were healing and the swelling had gone down around his eye. August averted his eyes, burying his head in the crook of her neck again, withdrawing from her gaze.

"Turn around", he mumbled, taking her by her waist.

She did what he asked her to do but when she heard him fumble with his belt and the sound of his pants hitting the floor behind her back, when his hands tried to pull down her sweatpants impatiently, she turned around again. She reached up and cupped his face with her tiny hands, running her thumb tenderly over his burnt skin.

"Listen, August. This is not going to be a quickie, okay? You want to express your gratitude? Great. I like this. But do it properly. Fuck me rough, if you want to, fuck me hard, but don't you dare to hide from me. Look at me. Kiss me. Give me the feeling of being wanted. Pretend it's more than just some kind of job."

He looked at her with an unreadable expression, hesitating for a moment. He opened his mouth but instead of saying something he pressed his lips together with a nod. Helen smiled at him before stripping naked slowly.

When he kissed her again he took his time, enjoying the sensation of holding her naked body close to his now. She was surprised by his tenderness, by his gentle touch and the delicate kisses he covered her body with and blown away by the passion that soon erupted from deep within him. It was just a small step from long, slow kisses to making out like two hungry predators.

He lifted her up easily and carried her to her bed where he laid her down on her back carefully. He climbed between her legs and looked at her.

"Ready to get fucked like never before?"

She smirked. "Big words. I hope you're not all mouth."

"You don't like my mouth?" He started to kiss her belly, licking her skin, leaving a wet trace that led down south where his tongue met her soft pubic hair.

"I love your mouth."

Helen moaned when he kissed her pussy and parted her folds with his tongue.

"Yeah? You like my tongue too?"

He started to tongue fuck her and she grabbed his head, pressing his face closer to her sex.

"Shut up and eat me out."

She threw her head back when sucked on her clit.

"Oh fuck…" She moved her hips slowly to the rhythm of his actions, rolling them with intense motions, burying her fingers in his thick, curly hair. "Just like this...yes."

Her moans got louder and louder and his dick was so hard it hurt, leaking precum. He knew she was about to come but she stopped him before she climaxed.

"Lay down", she ordered and so they switched positions. August had always been a dominant lover but being bossed around by her was a great turn on. He loved how determined she was, it was incredibly sexy how she was chasing her high, not even trying to hide that she wanted to fulfil her own needs most of all. She was starved, desperately in need of this, of him. In this moment she needed him, she wanted him, she allowed him to give her what she was craving.

Helen was kneeling between his legs now, grabbing his dick. "I love your cock too." She grinned at him before she started to suck him off with a devotion that was new to him.

She turned him into a whimpering, panting mess soon, her lips and her tongue working their magic on his dick, and just like her, he grabbed her head to have some kind of control over her actions. He made her take him deeper and she took him deeper.

"Good girl. Taking me so well."

His voice was raspy and she locked eyes with him, her gaze telling him that she liked to be praised. August groaned when she slowly pulled back, licking his length one last time.

"Fuck, Helen...I need to feel you."

"I'll make you feel me."

Saliva was dripping from her swollen lips and he almost got off just by the sight of it. His saviour, his saint had turned into a shameless whore and he was willing to worship and adore her for being his dirty, little slut.

"Yes, you will."

He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her onto his cock. She sighed with pleasure when he entered her tight cunt, stretching her wet pussy and as soon as she got used to his size she started to ride him, rolling her hips slowly in a rhythm that was giving them both the greatest pleasure. August stroked her tits, caressed and kneaded them and she supported her body with her hands on his chest. She picked up speed and when August pinched her nipple she came with a hoarse shriek, her whole body trembling with ecstasy and lust.

Helen bent down to kiss him and he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly while thrusting his hips. He fucked her without restraint now, his thrusts hard, fast and deep. He railed her mercilessly until his intense orgasm swept him away. He let out a long, satisfied moan and loosened his grip on her body.

He kissed her again but she seemed to be in a rush suddenly and rolled off him and went to the bathroom. August was kind of surprised and sobered to a certain degree when he heard that she was taking a shower. She either couldn't stand after-sex-cuddles in general or she really thought that he had just done her a favor to thank her for her hospitality.

He wondered how many times he would have to fuck her till she was willing to fall asleep in his arms afterwards.

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