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pterodactyl-hater · 2 months

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Okay so like I desperately need a butcher one fr, I don’t know anyone anyone else that could execute this, but once again I’m asking for one there butcher and the reader have a one night stand even thought they hate each other and then are very confused in the morning, and butcher is kind of conflicted bc he just lost becca and he refuses to confront the situation bc he leaves in the morning like nothing happened

It was worth it, I would do it again

・❥・description: after a one night stand, Billy has to face himself and his feelings for you. It's awkward.

・❥・word count: 1.3k

・❥・warnings: title based off ‘Awkward’ by Sza, angst with an unhappy ending, reader was not made for hookup culture (me either girl 😭), references to smut, plot devices that don't really make sense but it all works out

・❥・sorry I made you wait so long booboo bear I just couldn't get this right. But thanks for the request, you know how I love writing about my tragic situationships (I'm projecting)

You aren’t sure how long you’ve been staring at him. Billy Butcher in your bed is a sight you intended on enjoying for as long as possible. He had one arm resting on his stomach, while the other served as a pillow to you. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath he took. He looked so relaxed, his deep frown lines were gone from his face.

You ached to reach out and brush your fingers across his perfectly serene face, but you feared disturbing him, so you were content to just watch. You watched as the light turned from silver moonshine to the soft pinks and oranges of sunrise. His warmth enveloped you.

"I think I love you." You whispered to his sleeping form. You hated him ever since you first met him. It's easier to hate him, it's work to love him. Before tonight he'd never had known it, but over time you took on the burden of loving him. Slowly, but surely he'd won your heart and soul. He doesn't respond to your confession, but his brow twitched a miniscule amount. You felt yourself surrender back to sleep with a smile.

You didn't know what time it was when you woke up. You were greeted with the sight of his scarred back as he sat on the edge of the bed. You didn't say anything as you looked at his tense body sleepily. He sighs loudly and looks over his shoulder at you. You're compelled to pretend to stay asleep, just to see what he does. You feel his calloused hand brush your cheek before withdrawing quickly as if your skin had seared him.

He sighs again and his weight leaves the bed. You hear his heavy footsteps leave the apartment. You open your eyes and look at your ceiling. You felt as if he had just gutted you. Your lips formed a deep frown. Had he really just left? Without even saying anything?

Pitifully you pulled yourself out of bed and walked to your shower. Even after you two had cleaned up last night, you couldn't help feeling dirty after his wordless departure. As you walked your entire body felt sore, something you would've laughed at on any other occasion. You turned on the hot water and scrubbed your body until your skin felt raw.

Your bathroom was filled with steam and the scent of your soap by the time you were finished. You couldn't help regret last night as you wrapped a towel around yourself. You wiped the condensation off your mirror to be greeted by a dark purple bruise on the side of your neck. You fixed your face into scowl.

"Whatever." You huffed to yourself. And grabbed a bottle of lotion as you stepped out of the bathroom. You rubbed the lotion over your sore skin in silence. Clouds had passed over the sun. You went through the motions of a self care day.

You made yourself breakfast, got dressed in comfy clothes, and sat on your couch and watched the first movie you could find. It only served to make you feel more used as the man guided the main character on a romantic walk down the street. You rolled your eyes at the screen.

There came a hesitant knock at your door. You groaned as you got up to open the door.

"Hi (y/n)." Hughie greeted you. He raised his hand to an awkward wave. M.M stood behind him with his arms crossed, but he smiled politely at you. Frenchie had an arm around Hughie with Kimiko standing at his side. Butcher stood off to the side, you had to stick your head out of your door in order to see him. It made you sick.

"Hi Hughie." You said deadpan. "Why are you guys here?" You raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"Mind if we come in?" Frenchie offered. You narrowed your eyes but allowed them in regardless. You felt the urge to slam the door in Butcher's face. You didn't, but you got a kick out of thinking about it.

"So? What's with the reunion?" You crossed your arms, only slightly embarrassed at being seen in your pajamas.

"Have you watched the news recently?" M.M asked pointedly, seeming very upset at something. You glance over at the TV.

"-But I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever. You and me everyday."

"Obviously not."

"The Notebook, eh?" Frenchie smiles.

"What's on the news and why does that matter?" For the first time it dawns on you that this could mean serious trouble. Especially with the way Butcher is standing at your counter completely silent and brooding.

"Our hideout was found. We weren't there at the time, but uh... we need a new place to stay." Hughie says. Your shoulders drop as your relax a bit.

"So none of us are in immediate danger?"

"Shouldn't be." Hughie replies.

"And you all decided to come to my studio apartment? I have two rooms total." You frown.

"It's just for a night or two, until everything settles down." Hughie tries to reason with you. It seems everyone else has already made themselves comfortable in your home. Frenchie sits on your couch and watches your movie while Kimiko sits on the floor in front of him. M.M holds a small trinket in his hands and looks at it curiosity. Butcher still stands awkwardly in your kitchen.

"You got yourselves caught in your last place, how can I trust you won't get busted here?" You asked.

"Just one night. Please." He said. You sigh.

"One night." You take the trinket out of M.M's hands and set it back down. You send a glare in Butcher's direction. He looks at the floor regretfully. You feel almost satisfied at the idea of him feeling bad for leaving you, almost.

A silence falls over the room as everyone settles in. You step into the kitchen. "We need to talk." You hissed to the tall man.

"'Bout what?" He says distractedly.

"Not funny." You grab hold of his jacket and pull him towards the bathroom, the only private room in your studio. You bring him in and lock the door behind you. "What the fuck?" You start. Suddenly the bathroom seems cramped. He doesn't say anything. You lean on the shower door to put some space between the two of you. "No seriously, what the fuck? I trusted you last night, you know how much stuff like that matters to me and you just left?" You felt vulnerable and exposed but continued to wait for an answer.

"What do you want me to say?" He starts gruffly. "You want me to say sorry?"

"Yes, Billy. That's exactly what I want you to say." You say, exasperatedly. "An explanation would be nice too." You cross your arms over your chest.

"I don't owe you shit." He huffs. He wants to say something else, if he didn't he would've already left. "Especially not an explanation."

"Billy-" You start.

"You reminded me of Becca." He confides. He might as well have punched you in the gut.

"What?"

"I said you reminded me of Becca." He really didn't need to say it twice, you're sure it would keep you up at night for the rest of your life. "Waking up next to you, just seeing you-" His voice cracks. "I couldn't do it." You looked at the floor. He looked into your mirror.

"So that's all it was? Just a way to pretend I was her?" You ask softly. He doesn't respond, and that's answer enough. "Okay." You whisper and move towards the door to unlock it. He caught your wrist before you did.

"You're more than that." He says but doesn't elaborate further. He unlocks the door and walks out.

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jellybear455 · 10 months

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Tsu'tey x reader

So this is part 2 of this request. Let me know if you guys want a part 3 xx

Warnings: angst ig

Word count: 2800

Italics is Na'vi

The cliffside cracks and crumbles underneath my foot, and I nearly follow it down. Tsu’tey throws an arm across my chest, pushing me back against the rocky wall. My face burns, partly in embarrassment, partly because his chest was pressed firmly into my shoulder.

“Keep walking.” He grumbles, withdrawing himself quickly.

Tsu’tey had been my mentor for the last half a year, training and teaching me. Today was my first step in becoming one of the Na’vi- claiming an ikran. I inched further across the small ledge, keeping my eyes on Jake in front of me and willing for the heat in my face to subside.

Tsu’tey never once showed any emotion other than annoyance to me, and yet I had fallen for him. Hard. Are Na’vi even supposed to fall in love? Do they love? Or do they feel other things instead? I did not know, and there was no body I could ask without giving away my little crush.

And besides, Tsu’tey was promised to Neytiri, I told myself. He could not be with me even if he wanted to. But I saw the little looks that the Na’vi princess sent Jake when he wasn’t looking. And I saw how Jake was killing his human body just to spend a few extra hours with her. Not unlike me.

Neytiri would just break Tsu’tey’s heart eventually.

Finally, I stepped off the tiny ledge and onto a bigger slab of rock. I breathed a sigh of relief, only to seize up again at the sight of dozens and dozens of ikran. Tsu’tey’s hand pressed into my back gently, strong and familiar, guiding me away from the entrance so the others could follow.

“Who wants to go first?” Neytiri asked, settling down on a large boulder to watch, eyes gleaming in interest.

Jake hesitated, eyes darting back and forth between Neytiri and the banshee, before opening his mouth to speak.

“I will go,” I blurted before he could say anything. Jake’s shoulders slacked in annoyance and Tsu’tey squinted slightly in surprise. Did he think I was brave? Or just stupid?

I turned my back to him before I could second guess myself and stepped shakily toward the ikran. A few glared at me curiously, making my heart leap, but they mostly ignored me. I had nearly made a complete loop of the nest, and back to Tsu’tey despairingly, hoping he could offer some kind of advice, but his eyes were not on me. Turning around, I searched for what had taken his attention, only to come face to face with an ikran.

It was a purple that was so dark it was nearly black, and red lines traced the muscles of its back and wings. It was the smallest of the group, but the intimidating look in it’s eyes made up for it. It opened its jaws, letting out a piercing hiss. Rocking back on my heels, I steeled myself, before lowering my body into the fighting position Tsu’tey had taught me. I swallowed quietly, before hissing back in a way I hoped was frightening. The noise came out of my throat easily, which, surprised me.

The surprise was quickly drowned in the relief that came with the next realisation. This ikran wanted to kill me, and I was ridiculously happy about it.

The ikran launching itself at me, and I ducked quickly, detaching the rope from my make-shift belt. I threw the loop upward as I slid beneath the belly of the beast, snagging the tip of it’s nose. It reared its head, roaring, and dragging me out from underneath it. I flew into the air, followed by the rope, which I still gripped in my hand tightly.

I landed hard at Tsu’tey’s feet. Pushing myself up, I met his eyes for a moment. I could see something in them, a kind of fear that I had never seen him wear before. Before I could figure out what it meant, the ikran roared again, and I ran back into action.

Throwing myself up into Neytiri’s rock, I flew through the air and onto the neck of the ikran. It thrashed wildly, but I held on. It reared it’s head, and I flung myself around, slipping the rope around its neck and holding on tightly. I reached out, feeling it’s queue just slip out of my reach. With a final screech, the ikran rolled right off the edge of the cliff.

We were free falling. I screamed with fear and determination.

My fingers finally grasped it’s queue, and I gasped in relief. The ground was becoming dangerously close. Panic began to set in. I would have to let go of the rope to grab my own queue.

Hooking my feet together underneath it’s neck, I squeezed tightly, bracing myself. I sucked in a breath and let go.

When our queues finally connected, we didn’t stop falling. My hands gripped at the rope tightly and frantically.

STOP! I thought, squeezing my eyes shut. Surprisingly, the ikran jolted to a halt. I opened one eye slowly.

The ikran’s wings beat gently, and we rose a little with each flap. “Well, damn…” I whispered.

Cautiously, I let go of the rope with one hand and stroked her neck. Her? As soon as it appeared it my head, it felt right. We landed on the forest floor, and I dismounted.

Without disconnecting our queues, I walked around to stand in front of her. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

I ran my fingers under her chin, and her tail flicked madly. I grinned. She reminded me of a puppy. A name barged to the front of my mind.

“Hey, Lady,” Her tail thumped the ground harder. “You like that, my Lady?”

A shout rang out from the top of the mountain, reminding me what I was here for. Quickly, I pulled the rope off Lady’s neck and putt it back on my belt. Leaving a last pat on her nose, I swung my leg back over her neck and we took off into the sky.

We flew almost vertically up the cliff face, soaring past the others, then circling down the land in front of them. I couldn’t help the massive grin that had planted itself on my lips.

Jake was smiling too and shaking his head slightly in disbelief. Neytiri watched with her usual air of uninterest, but I could see the glint of relief in her eyes.

Tsu’tey’s eyes were bright with pride, and he called his own ikran. “Come, first flight seals the bond.”

Lady took off again, Tsu’tey following behind on his Ikran. I laughed as we rushed through the air. We flew loops and flips and circles. Tsu’tey watched from above, but I did not miss how his lips curled up in a small smile.

It is done. I am one of the people. The ceremony finished hours ago, and yet I am alone, sulking deep in the forest. Cupping my hands, I dip them in the river, splashing water onto my face. The paint that Tsu’tey spent so long decorating me with is ruined.

He sat with me all morning, his fingers running cross my skin. The paint was ceremonial, I know, but the way Tsu’tey touched me felt so intimate and personal. And now he wouldn’t even look at me.

The reminder felt like a stone had been dropped in my stomach. My eyes burned with tears. Were all the months we spent together for nothing? Was I a chore to him? I stared at my reflection in the water. The paint was gone.

Lady huffed from behind me and nudged my back gently.

“I know, I’m being stupid.” I sighed, wiping my face, and rising from the stream. “Why would I even think he felt anything for me? I’m not even a real Na’vi.”

A grumble sounded from a clump of bush. I sighed, running my hand down my Ikran’s nose. “Go, my Lady. I will see you later.” She took off and disappeared into the sky. “I know you’re there, Tsu’tey.”

The bane of my existence stepped out from a clump of bushes, hissing in annoyance. “What are you doing out here?”

“What am I doing? What are you doing Tsu’tey? You haven’t said a word to me since the ceremony and now you’re stalking me.” I growled back, folding my arms tightly across my chest.

Tsu’tey stepped closer, his eyes scanning my face. “You have washed off the paint.”

“Answer the question, godammit.”

“You looked beautiful.”

“Answer me- what?” My brain came to a hard stop. “What did you just say?”

Tsu’tey shrugs nonchalantly. “You heard me.”

“I- Are you serious?” I cry out, turning my back and taking a breath. “You ignore me, avoid me, then compliment me? Make up your mind.”

“I was not avoiding you…” Tsu’tey begins. I send him a dirty look over my shoulder. “I swear I was not. It is just… You are one of the people. I am simply giving you space to adjust.”

“Tsu’tey, I don’t need to ‘adjust’. I’ve spent the last six months with you. You have taught me everything I know. I don’t want that to just stop like that was nothing. I guess a little part of my believed you felt something for me, but even if this is just a job to you, it is everything to me. If there is one thing I need it’s you.”

The silence was deafening. I pressed a hand to my mouth as though it would take back what I had said. My only hope what that the sudden switch back to English would be enough. Tsu’tey stepped closer, but I kept my eyes glued to the ground. I would not look at him. I would not.

“I promise that I am not avoiding you, yawne.” Tsu’tey gently places his fingers under my chin, guiding me to look at him. He uses the same tenderness that he had that morning, and I forgot to resist. “But… you are eligible to choose a mate. I do not want to hinder your decision. It is better this way, because when it comes time, you will not need me anymore.”

The English was foreign on his lips, but the message was clear. He understood. My neck ached from tension as I tried to look away, but Tsu’tey held my face in both hands now.

“You must understand.”

“No,” I want to go home, back to Earth, anywhere that is not here, but the words spill from my tongue. “No, you do not get to decide that I cannot see you. It is not better this way. And besides, I have already chosen my mate.”

“Oh,” Tsu’tey visibly droops, hand his hands leave my face. I catch them before he can walk away.

“I chose him because he is brave and strong and he was the best teacher I could ever have been given.” We are impossibly close. I can feel his breath tickle against my lips. “I chose him a long time ago. I’m just waiting for him to choose me.”

Tsu’tey exhaled slowly, and his hand touches my face again. “You are certain it is him you want?”

“So certain. I see you, Tsu’tey. It is you I need. I do not want anyone else.”

“I see you, yawne.” Tsu’tey whispers back. His eyes bore into mine for a moment more, before he presses his lips to mine. “I am yours.”

The pod whirrs around me as it opens. I keep my eyes closes tight, but I know Grace is standing there, staring at me.

“Put me back in.” I tell her.

“No. You need to eat.”

I open one eye to see Grace holding out a bag of dehydrated fruit. “I want to go back.”

“Eat.”

I grab the bag, making for to let out a noise of annoyance. The desperation to return to my Na’vi body burns in me as I shove food in my mouth, hands shaking. My skin is pale and dry, and I can feel the grease in my hair. Somehow, I do not care. I want to go back. Back to my Tsu’tey. My mate. Warmth tickles my stomach. I eat faster.

“Can I go now?” I ask, mouth full.

An empty laugh echoes from the pod beside me. I look around for the first time. Jake is awake, too. In his hands is a bag similar to mine. He looks horrible. But then, so do I. “Congratulations, by the way. I didn’t see you after the ceremony.”

“Thanks. You too.” I reply. He smiles, and I see Tom.

“Look what you are doing to yourselves.” Grace says. Her eyes are sad and her voice shakes. “If you keep going this way, you’ll die.”

The realisation should stir something in me, but it does not. I will die if I am not with Tsu’tey. That is worse. “Put me back.”

Grace sighs. I lie down and the pod closes on me.

Tsu’tey’s steady breathing is calming. I can feel his heartbeat from where my head lies on his chest. His hand is threaded through the hair at the base of my head. I could stay like this forever.

An ear-splitting screech shatters the peace. Lady drops from the sky, and Tsu’tey jolts awake. His own ikran is close behind. We exchange a look, before separating to mount our ikrans. I connect my queue to Lady’s, and I am reminded of how Tsu’tey joined his queue with mine. The lack of connection is almost weakening. I am missing something I did not know I should have.

We soar over the forest towards the hometree. I keep one eye glued to Tsu’tey beside me. He gasps, and I follow his line of sight. Dread creeps over me. Huge, yellow machines, flanked by armed humans, are destroying the forest. Tsu’tey groans in pain.

Quickly, I drop from the sky and down into the trees. I yell for Tsu’tey to follow. He is furious. I can feel the angry radiating from his skin like hot coals in a fire.

Soon, we have landed, and Tsu’tey grabs his weapon in one hand, and my arm in the other. He pulls me through the crowd of shouting Na’vi. The Olo'eyktan spots him, gesturing him forward.

Tsu’tey lets go of my arm. His eyes are stony. “Stay here.”

“Tsu’tey-“

“Yawne. Stay.”

I watch as my mate rushes to the front of the crowd. The Olo'eyktan shouts over the noise. “Tsu’tey will lead the war party!”

No. There cannot be a war. If there is a war, the Na’vi will lose. They will all die. Tsu’tey raises his weapon, and the crowd cheers. I can see Grace desperately trying to make herself heard. I raise my voice.

“Stop! You must be calm.” The cheers turn to confusion. Tsu’tey sends me a look of surprise.

“This will make it worse.” Grace pleads to the Olo'eyktan.

“You do not speak here.” Tsu’tey snaps, tearing his eyes from me. My shoulders drop in disappointment. “We will strike them in the heart.”

A hand lands on my shoulder, and I spin around to see Jake. His hand is intwined with Neytiri’s. My jaw drops.

“Tsu’tey! Don’t do this.” He calls.

Olo'eyktan storms forward and points his weapon at Jake’s chest. Neytiri cries out in protest. “You have mated with my daughter.”

“Is this true?” Mo’at hissed.

Neytiri stood tall. She is brave, and I am grateful that Tsu’tey has not broken her heart by being with me. “We are mated before Eywa. It is done.”

A sigh of relief, then Tsu’tey’s hand on my waist.

“You are promised to Tsu’tey. How could you do this?” Mo’at growled. I could see Neytiri’s lips twitch slightly as she glanced over at us. The Na’vi gasp. Grace swears.

“We have welcomed you into our home,” The Olo'eyktan’s voice is dangerously low, and he stalks towards Jake. “Taught you our ways, and this is how you repay our kindness? Not only have you taken my daughter, but you have brought the enemy to us!”

“No! I am not your enemy. The enemy is out there, and they are very powerful.” Jake shouts over the noise, tossing his weapon down.

“Tsu’tey,” I plead, “You have to believe me, I had nothing to do with this, I didn’t know-”

“Calm, yawne. I know.” His voice is soothing, and his eyes meet mine. My stomach flutters a little.

“Thank you.”

He nods, before pulling me behind him and turning his attention back to the furious Olo'eyktan. I tear my eyes off him just in time to see Jake’s eyes roll back in his head. He drops to the floor. Tsu’tey isn’t quick enough to catch me before I follow.

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lazywriters-blog · 2 years

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CRUSH-KILL

YANDERE EREN JEAGER

Warning: Mentions of suicide, suicidal and unhinged yandere, forced marriage? May contain triggering content, homicide. [MODERN AU] What's this version of eren called again? Himbo?

Summary: Her crush certainly didn't harbour the most good of feelings towards her.

Her crush no longer appeared the same.

Back in high school, things were simpler. She had been a witness to many happenings, many conflicts, many ups and downs, but the boy she was attentively eyeing seemed to have gotten the harsher end. He had shrunk inward from whatever nagged him, brown hairs longer than she remembered peaking out his cap, energy and eagerness drained from his green eye.

She had to wonder, what went wrong?

He turned towards her, and they met eyes for a brief moment before she pushed herself to the other side of the mall, hurrying over with a racing heart. Playing pretend as she inspected the kitchenware to oust the brunette's gaze still lingering around her.

She had no guts to even look at him.

Terrifying herself when she overturned her heel to catch sight of him a few shelves away from her, the black hoodie concealing away his facial contour. She had to leave. Whatever embarrassment she had endured was far enough for a day, putting down the yellow cup and jogging down to the check-out counter, she quietly stood in line.

Nervously glancing around as the cashier scanned the products, slightly curling within herself when he walked out of the kitchen section and straight towards her. She gulped, trying to think best and soundly in her excessive unease. He stopped close to her, a strong smell of cologne plaguing her senses, she wordlessly urged everything to finish soon.

Despite being well past her youth days, she's still somewhat of a clumsy and prudent gal, however, something was different about the feeling blooming within her chest, a tang of dread, a pinch of adrenaline, and a bitterness of fear. Mistakes were made and she almost ignored the cashier telling her to pay, she felt warm upon that realisation, she had to quickly gather her purchases and speedwalk out of the mall.

When she's safe inside her car, she remains still for a moment, lost in thoughts of her long-lost crush, concluding that perhaps the rumours around her school during his sudden withdrawal, she had heard he had been caught doing drugs, she doesn't know how ethical that info was, unfortunately, after seeing him, she might have believed it.

As sad as it was, she shouldn't be ignorant.

She started the engine and drove her way home in eerie silence. Abandoning the memories of the past till the time came to reminisce.

She had reached home an hour ago, begrudgingly washing the last of her dishes and preparing a hasty meal, items she brought from the store sat atop her dining table, a constant eye-catching colour to her beige and orange living room, her house was amicable, pondering the last time she had guests.

And seemingly, her wish was answered.

She glanced to the entrance, the doorbell only rang once and she got up leaving the dirty plates in the sink and quickly running to see who she had kept waiting for a minute.

Their eyes met, and she is stunned for a moment, his brown hair wasn't bundled in his hood and she noticed his left eye, cleanly wrapped in bandages. She hadn't suitably seen it before.

"Oh-... Hello eren." She probably looked like a fish out of water staring at him, because what were the chances he'd come to visit her on the same day they barely met?

"Hey..." He replied, she could almost distinguish how different it sounded now, sapped of enthusiasm, deeper and Huskier, and something seemed a little amiss.

"Um... Please come in." Snapping herself out of her daze and a gut-wrenching feeling of dread she briefly stepped aside, watching the man enter and wait for her to accompany him inside. She smiled, gesturing for him to sit down while she positioned herself a few distances away from him.

"Can I get you something?" She softly asked, and he looked up, and down again once he saw her expression, "... Water is fine." He said. She rushed ahead to see things done.

As she settled down the clear glass on the table in front of him, she observed how he stared at it in earnest, not inclined to bend towards it yet. He rotated his face to hers, and she vividly sees the dullness evading the boy on who she had grown a tiny crush. A crush that came with an expiry date.

"You have a nice place..." He wondered out loud, maintaining the indifferent tone in his voice and face, despite the obvious signs that something wasn't right with him she smiled, "thank you."

"Do you live alone?" He asked, she paused, swiftly replying with a "no." She had lied.

"Who do you live with?" He asked again. This time, she shortly answered, "with my parents. They just left a moment ago, you barely missed them." She responded and he didn't pry anymore, his grown hair covering the sides of his face as he slightly leaned forward and lowered his head.

"When will they come back?" He suddenly inquired after silence had passed, they both maintained eye contact as she opened her lips, "shouldn't take too long, did you want to talk with them?" She interrogated, eyeing him curiously, he shook his head, "no... Would have been nice to see them." He shrugged, gazing down at the concealed floorboards, donning a frown and permitting the tension to swallow them whole.

"I see..."

"How is Mikasa?" She added soon after recalling the black-haired girl who followed him around like a second shadow, "she's... Alright, I guess."

It was brief but the frown on his lips grew tighter and his grip around his hand forged crevices in his skin.

"That's good to hear. I'm kinda surprised she didn't come with you. You two were inseparable and Armin too " she grinned remembering bittersweet memories, she stole a peek at the silenced man and found him stiff and reticent to reciprocate her sentiment.

"I haven't been in touch with them for a while so... I don't know." He answered, and she nodded, not daring to press him for a proper response.

"I just got discharged from a mental hospital." He quietly begins, slowly pulling his gaze up from his shoe and looking at her.

"I'm glad to see you are doing well now." She reassured with polite eyes, figuring it was too soon to put pressure on an open wound. He didn't seem to react, his facial features remained intact. Not a single muscle moved.

To place her gaze elsewhere, she anxiously darted her attention to the ticking clock on the wall.

"It's almost time for dinner, would you like to have some with me?" She implored, hoping she didn't come across as mean by changing the topic she had avoided discussing or interfering with.

He didn't say anything. Simply stared at the wall in front of him with disturbed eyes, drawing in shallow breaths and dismissing her query in favour of an unquiet notion.

"I killed someone." He released his breath, facing her slowly and carefully, drinking in the smallest shift manifesting on her face, her mind still comprehending the abrupt and cold realisation of what he had just disclosed.

"Who... Who did you kill?" She nervously raised a question, peering up at the man, her shoulders closing in to protect her from harm subconsciously.

He didn't say anything.

Her heartbeat paced up and she held in her breath, unable to bring her frightened eyes away from him.

"Eren... You are scaring me, what's going on?" She muttered, ready to bolt and hide if things come to it.

"I'm sorry." He spoke, the hand he had placed inside the pockets of his hood mere moments ago withdrew a box cutter, instantly spelling out danger. She rushed out the hall, ignoring the man charging at her from behind until he slammed her to the ground and resisted most of her squirms and struggles.

Dragging her arm back, he placed his knee on them, his hand reaching inside his pocket to fish out another item. Forcing the cloth in-between her mouth, his stomach churning at the sight of her tears, he immediately picked her up, along with more squabbles and heartbreak, he stopped in front of her room and walked straight in, tossing her on the bed while he retraced his steps back to lock the door.

She, on the other hand, attempted to race towards the window, wanting to escape far more than trying to take off her restraint. He was impressed.

However, she was easier to heave back after he had gotten a strong hold on her waist, he resettled her down on the mattress, keeping a threatening grasp on her thigh while he darkly gazed into her eyes, "shh." He whispered, enjoying the subtle way she grew docile and aware, he added, "I know this might not have been how you imagined it but, this was all I could think of." He softly grumbled, gently caressing her fingers with his other hand.

"I'm going to die soon." He confessed, resting his head on her lap as he chokes in a breath, "I don't want to be by myself." He uttered, "I want to marry you."

He closed the gap between them, admiring her teary eyes and red nose, he near her lips, and she denies him any closure, turning her head to the right and refusing to make eye contact. He laughed in glum and looked down as he clutches her shoulder.

"I should make you my bride first... Right?" He mumbled, and soon, he unhurriedly took out a ring. Grabbing her hand and wordlessly idolizing how good it would look on her finger. He grinned, sliding the ring on her index finger and stopping for a moment to laugh and stroke her skin, "now, we're officially husband and wife, right?" He whimpered, moving in close and grabbing her neck in case she changed course at the last second.

And finally, their lips connected, hers was tense and stiff and all he wanted was to open her lips and share a passionate kiss. This was all he wanted.

As she was busy refuting him, his hand plucked back the box cutter he had purchased from the store and fixed it against the tender surface of her neck, she gasped. Felt the blade dig into her skin, and somehow she knew.

She wasn't going to make it alive.

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fallenwhumpee · 4 months

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Induced drug addiction/withdrawal whump for information or just cause whumper is a sadist

This is a good one. Please enjoy <3

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Warnings: Drugging, restrains, withdrawal.

Whumpee whimpered when their head fell, their neck aching. They were tired of fighting the binds, their body too worn out to get it loosened anyway. They couldn't see around themselves, but they knew they were still in that interrogation room.

In the dark, they could barely choose the chair and table in front of them, a line going up at their side.

No, not this again.

Whumpee tried to control their reaction, another bag hanging over their head. Whumpee shuddered involuntarily, thinking whatever Whumper had decided to dump into their blood.

Whumpee hissed when the lights opened in the interrogation room, their eyes unused to the brightness even though it was dim. They didn't need to look to know who came.

Footsteps echoed behind them, and they tried their best to appear still.

They heard Whumper pull the chair and sit in front of them with solid steps. Whumpee kept still, their head down. Maybe Whumper would just think they were asleep. It was for their own good that their body also froze.

"I know you're awake."

Whumpee gulped but didn't move.

"I don't have all day, you know."

Whumper pushed their chair back, Whumpee unable to contain their little scream when the air knocked out of their lungs with the impact.

Whumpee pulled them back up with the chair from their collar. Whumpee didn't let the cry bubbling on their throat out, not wishing to anger Whumper.

"I will ask you nicely for one last time. Tell me where your base is."

"No," Whumpee breathed out. They were tired of telling this.

"Then everything going to happen is your fault, then. I warned you."

Whumper motioned to the one-sided glass, a guard changing their IV.

"That's my usual mix," Whumper smiled. "You've been having it for... three months now? The time passes too quickly. Despite playing with the little drugs I choose for you, this was the only one I gave you consistently. Think of it as my final try before I get rid of you. Your team has been so annoying, but your corpse will be enough to shut them up."

Whumpee's eyes watered. Their team was still looking for them. Their friends were still hopeful of them. They weeped with the thought a little, and Whumper smiled as they mistook it with fear— which Whumpee exploited to the last drop. They knew they weren't supposed to get this emotional about only one sentence. They knew there were no doubts about their team just abandoning them, but Whumpee hadn't been in control of their own emotions lately.

Whumpee soon felt a little more tired than before, but it was expected with everything. They didn't want to get to a conclusion so quickly— they weren't sure if it was because of their thoughts or the liquid messing with them. They couldn't just trust their mind.

With just Whumper watching them, they calmed their weeping, not sure what's going to happen after. They started to count the seconda instead, not wishing their focus to slip while they were in the range of the enemy. They had already shown enough vulnerability.

"Maybe you should see how much you hold out, too," Whumper said with a sickening smile as they took off their watch, hanging it mext to the IV. "For comparison, you stood three days before the seizures started after the truth serum wore off. And it was just a mild coctail, given to you for what? One mont? I didn't want you to go into shock on the spot. But it seems like I underestimated how much you can resist."

Whumpee bit their tongue, Whumper touring the room a few times before coming next to them.

They knew they were supposed to panic. But their body didn't listen to them, failing to even struggle as Whumper tore the IV from their arm.

"Now I'm done here, have fun," they chirped, leaving with the empty IV bag.

Whumpee hated isolation. They had never been alone for long. They had their team. They had Caretaker. People who loved them. But at that moment, none of it mattered.

They were alone.

And it just felt so cold, their body starting to tremble when they noticed how long had passed— only three hours.

A laughter took over them. This was pathetic. They were feeling awful just because they weren't hooked up to a mysterious liquid. It didn't take long for their laughter to turn into sobs.

Whumpee tried to restrain their sobs, their breaths hitching. They could feel all the fear and pain and nervousness of the situation come, and their will finally gave up. They wanted this to stop.

They didn't know how long they could hold out.

Whumpee had never guessed that Whumper could be this cruel. But Whumpee should have known. Their whole team had told them that Whumper was evil. Whumpee had been careless. This was their fault, and they were living the consequences.

Anger and frustration were the only things they could hold onto. They trashed in the chair, not able to do more than inbalancing themselves.

Then they just stopped. It was enough. Whumpee had enough.

Whumpee stilled, holding their ragged breaths. Soon, the footsteps came, and Whumpee tensed involuntarily.

"Having fun?" Whumper went in cheerfully.

"Stop this," Whumpee begged for the first time, tear cracks still burning despite it had been a long while since they stopped crying.

"Ah, no. We just started. Now, will you talk, or do I get to play with my toys?"

#ask #whump #whump writing #tw drugging #restrains #tw withdrawal

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Part 7: Ace of hearts

Commander Tysess x Ophelia Zubira (OFC) Words: 2K Summary: Tysess has been fighting with something over the last weeks and can't hold it in anymore Warnings: Talk about sexual activities (nothing graphic or so, just talk), coming to terms with identity A/N: This was kind of inspired by this post from @zierzim. I have wanted to write something along those lines for quite some time and finally got the needed inspiration, so thanks for that

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Lost in thought, Ophelia sat on the small armchair she had pulled in front of the ship's porthole to watch the stars go by. Two weeks. For two weeks she had been trying to convince Tysess to ask the Admiral for a transfer of quarters so that they could move in together.

They had both talked about it before and her partner had seemed willing to take the next step, but something seemed to have happened. She didn't know if Tysess had changed his mind or not, but for the past fortnight he had been avoiding the subject whenever she dared mention it.

In general, Tysess seemed to be withdrawing lately and Ophelia didn't know how to react. On the one hand, she was convinced that it would be best to give him his freedom and the peace and quiet he seemed to need. On the other hand, she feared that he might fall back into old patterns, something she wanted to avoid at all costs.

Sighing, she rose and wandered to her little kitchenette, hoping a cup of coffee would help her, when all at once her doors slid aside to reveal a rather stiff-looking Andorian. "Tysess!"

A warm smile graced her lips as he entered her quarters, his hands clasped behind his back, standing tall with a nod of acknowledgment. "Ophelia," he greeted softly.

Stepping forward, she enveloped him in a tight embrace, though she sensed him tense at her touch. After a moment, she released him, concern furrowing her brow. "Are you alright?" she inquired gently. Tysess avoided meeting her gaze, sidestepping her to approach the porthole she had occupied just moments before.

"Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?" His voice sounded pressed, and his antennae seemed a little too much to the rear for her taste.

Noticing his unease, she cautiously reached out to touch his shoulder, causing him to flinch reflexively. Pulling back, she regarded him with growing worry, stepping around to meet his eyes. Tysess averted his gaze, his expression tinged with something akin to shame.

"I don't want to be a pain," she murmured in a calm voice, hoping to put him at ease as well. "And if you just need some you-time, that's totally fine. But I'm beginning to worry about you, Tysess. I'm truly concerned."

Tysess remained silent, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on the scene outside. After a few moments of heavy silence, Ophelia turned away with a resigned sigh. "We can just keep quiet, if you prefer, mi amor. Just let me get my tea quickly, then-"

"Are you expecting us to have sex?" The question sliced through the air, causing Ophelia to spin around to face him, her expression a mixture of confusion and surprise. "I beg your pardon?" Taking a deep breath, Tysess turned to squarely meet her gaze, his eyes piercing. In that moment, Ophelia felt as if she were staring not at her boyfriend, but at her stern commanding officer. "Do you expect us to participate in sexual activities?"

His tone was matter-of-fact, professional, reminiscent of a Vulcan's demeanor, leaving Ophelia unsure how to react. "What ... what makes you think that?"

"It’s irrelevant." Ophelia, caught off guard by the abrupt question and the sudden shift in his demeanor, found herself fumbling with her words and her arms. "I... no idea. Maybe I do? I don't know how-"

"Do you think our relationship will fail should we not be able to be sexually intimate with each other?" The question hung heavy in the air, leaving Ophelia speechless as she gaped at him, her silence seemingly confirming something to Tysess. With a palpable sense of disappointment, he turned away, his expression etched with resignation."I knew it."

"Woah, give me a break," Ophelia interjected, running her hands over her face in bewilderment. "No one's breaking up with anyone here, alright? Just take a breath, Tysess. I'm struggling to keep up here."

"It was a simple question,“ Tysess countered.

" That came out of nowhere," she argued, reaching for his arm. "Please, Tysess, where the hell do you come up with this now? And why does it seem so important? We are not even at that step yet."

"And perhaps we never will be," Tysess wheeled around and stared down at her. With any other person, she would have flinched, maybe even taken a few steps back, but not with him. Not with her Tysess. All she saw in his eyes was fear, exhaustion and frustration.

"Mi amor," she murmured and tentatively tugging on his hand to pull him onto the sofa next to her. "Breathe in and out and start again. Please, I can't follow you."

Tysess sat down on the sofa and ran her fingers wildly through her hair so that the white strands were sticking out in all directions. Under other circumstances, it would have looked pretty cute.

"I... I'm not able to feel these things, to give you these things. These... sexual urges," he spat out the words in disgust, "are beyond my understanding. I... I don't know what exactly is broken with me, but I... I just can't. I'm... I'm sorry, my love, please forgive me." Ashamed, he buried his face in his hands, and to her shock, she realized his shoulders were shaking with sobs after a few moments.

"Hey, hey, Tysess, mi amor," she said softly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and drawing closer to him. "That's no reason to cry. And certainly no reason to leave you. What makes you think that?" He mumbled something she didn't understand and when she asked him to repeat himself, he just spat out a "Nada". Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and an uneasy, foreboding feeling spread through her stomach. "Lieutenant Nada? What's he got to do with it?"

"We were talking, please don't ask me how it came about, I don't know myself, and he asked me if we were both ... one step closer. He was drunk, which is probably why he dared to do it in the first place. When I said no, he said..." Tysess's voice broke off, but Ophelia didn't let up and urged her to keep talking in a stern voice. "He said that if I wasn't able to satisfy your ... needs, you'd find me inadequate and seek someone else."

"Oh that motherfucker!" Ophelia shot up from her seat, her anger boiling within her like a cauldron. "I'm going to kill him!" The mere thought of the Cardassian planting such poisonous ideas in Tysess's mind made her blood boil. How dare he meddle in their relationship? How dare he speak about it in such a disrespectful manner? He had absolutely no right to interfere.

As she made her determined stride toward the door, a firm grip seized her wrist, halting her in her tracks. Still seething with fury, she spun around to find Tysess, still seated, his expression a mix of confusion and exhaustion.

"Let go of me! That bastard has no right to talk to you like that! Who does he think I am anyway? A fucking broodmare?!“ "Ophelia..." Tysess attempted to interject, but she cut him off. "No!" Kneeling down next to him on the sofa, ensuring they were at eye level, she gently took his face in her hands, forcing him to meet er gaze.

"He has no right to talk like that! Absolutely no right! Especially because he couldn't be more wrong, mi amor." She gently ran her thumb over his prominent cheekbones, watching as a glimmer of reassurance returned to Tysess's eyes.

"You don't think I..."

"Tysess," she murmured, feeling like her heart was breaking into a thousand tiny splinters. He didn't deserve to be put to the test over and over again, to doubt himself until it drove him to ruin. He might be grumpy and his aura was usually not really inviting, but she knew the man beneath that layer.

A man who was kind and loving and possessed a heart of gold that had been broken and betrayed far too often.

She gently stroked a few white strands from his face, her fingers brushing against his courtship ring. "I'm not interested in such things." Her fingers lovingly caressed his cheek until he closed his eyes and surrendered to the feeling. Ophelia felt him slowly relax beneath her.

"I don't need anything like that. Then we won't have sex, who cares? If you can't feel sexual feelings, mi amor, I'm hardly going to force you to. Do I really seem like someone who judges you for the way you are?" Tysess opened his eyes slowly, ashamed, and shook his head

"Ah, ah, ah!" She tapped him lightly on the chin. "Let's not even start with that. Blaming ourselves accomplishes nothing. It's not your fault. It's no one's fault for anything here because it's a normal thing. There are a lot of people who don't feel sexual feelings. My best friend at school wasn't just asexual, she was also aromantic and it never posed any issue. The only person to blame for anything is Lieutenant Nada."

Tysess frowned and his eyes darted back and forth, as if he was looking for an answer to a question he didn't yet know himself.

"But..." he hesitated and his gaze dropped. Ophelia placed her fingers under his chin and lifted his head, an encouraging smile on her lips. "Yes?"

"What if you want to have children later?" This question surprised her almost more than his question about sex, and somewhat taken aback, she dropped onto her bum. Meanwhile, Tysess's cheeks turned a delightful shade of lilac. "I know, I know, it's way too soon, but... it's still something to consider." His tone seemed firm and now it was he who looked her firmly in the eye.

"Ophelia, correct me if I'm wrong, but my understanding of the situation is that we're both ready to take this relationship a step further." She nodded tentatively, indicating for him to continue talking. "

We've been together for over a year and a half, been through quite a bit and made it through and both decided that living together permanently is something desirable." He took her hand and squeezed it gently before beginning to draw patterns on the back of her hand with his finger.

"I don't want to put pressure on you, nothing is further from my mind than that. However, it is something to keep in mind. Especially now that we're both ready to enter into a more committed, serious relationship."

Ophelia mulled over his words for a moment before offering a nod of agreement. As always, he wasn't wrong. "I understand you, Tysess. Your concern is valid, though it's unnecessary. Even if you were able to feel sexual feelings, that wouldn't guarantee children. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't be against children, but we have to keep in mind, mi amor: We are not the same species. Andorian and human physiology differ significantly, if memory serves from my Academy biology classes. The chances of our species producing offspring... well, they're virtually non-existent."

She pressed her forehead against his. "I love you, Tysess. That's something that can't be changed. Whether you're asexual or not, whether children are possible or not —it doesn't matter to me. All I want is to be with you, right here, right now. It's okay to think about the future, it's even necessary. But please don't let it spoil the present, mi amor." A tranquil silence settled between them, not uncomfortable, but rather a moment in which everyone could sort out their thoughts.

"All right." Ophelia smiled and leaned in to give him a brief, tender kiss. Tysess smiled narrowly and, in an unguarded moment on her part, he pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"By the way," he murmured, "didn't you mention speaking to the Admiral about our quarters arrangements?"

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merbear25 · 2 months

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When a heart belongs to another

a/n: I just love Faust and wanted to write a short drabble. 💜

CW: SFW, gn!reader, platonic but reader pines over him

Meeting Faust for the first time sent a chill down your spine. The notable scent of death dissipated through the trees and over the headstones. Odors of decay were overlooked once faced with their source: one with cold eyes and a ghost of a smile. The chilling expression was promptly broken by forced friendliness. In spite of his allure, it was quickly unearthed that he was a dark beauty betrothed to another.

Reflecting on how your first impression of him could barely mirror who you'd come to know—someone you'd now consider a close friend, although your admiration for him was teetering on the line of platonic and romantic feelings. Knowing you could never reveal your qualms, suppressing them was what felt like the only option to keep his friendship. This wore on your physical state and a dull pain pressed against your chest, making you wince.

The hurt in your eyes caught his attention, proposing you rest after you'd attempted to convince him nothing was wrong. Pointing out that you'd been having a few episodes of random surges of pain, he wanted to have a better look at you; your insistance on nothing being out of the ordinary only made his concerns grow.

A flushed expression, shaky legs, quickened breaths: making a mental note of your symptoms, suspicions of what could be causing your supposed illness crept in. Unsure of how to approach his hunch, he took a step back to gain a better perspective on what was happening and why it was unfolding. Dread was starting to seep in; he valued your friendship, but how was he supposed to maneuver around it when you were love sick?

Despite you being flooded with emotions, you were observant enough to notice Faust withdrawing a bit. It'd become painfully obvious that your true feelings for him had been unveiled. The fear of losing the companionship you'd built with him was rearing its head, but this pushed you to approach him.

Taking a deep breath, you marched up to him. However, the confidence you had was fading when caught in his gaze. Shoving your doubts aside, you told him, "I just want to let you know how much our friendship means to me. You've become one of my dearest friends and your happiness is of the upmost importance." Practically having to choke back the sorrow filling up in the back of your throat, you still managed a soft smile at the end.

Thankful for your selflessness and courage it took to make the first step, he was glad that you decided against confessing your feelings. In spite of how much he cared about you, as well as the others, his heart belonged to Eliza. Hearing you say that his happiness is what mattered most to you held much more weight than you probably realized. He was glad to have someone like you as a friend, and you felt the same, despite the lingering fragments of love scattered about.

#shaman king faust #shaman king #faustviii #faust viii #x reader #shaman king reboot

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orangetintedglasses · 1 year

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Finale: Kotov Syndrome

The silence that hung between them for a few long, terrible moments was tense and heavy; Vash watched as his brother's eyes filled with fear for a split second, then quickly boiled over into betrayal and rage.

"You'd dare point that coward's tool at me? After I let you keep it?" Nai nearly spat the words out, his voice penetrating the silence the same way a rock crashed through a window, making Vash's shoulders twitch. His stance remained firm despite it, eyes locked onto the other Plant's, his firearm steady and unwavering in it's position. No desire to shoot him, just... keep him there and buy everyone enough time to get out of the city.

And buy himself some time to think of an actual plan...

"... it truly hurts to see you like this, Vash." Nai said, that softness returning to his tone, almost a coo. It made his chest ache. "Those monsters have been exacerbating your sickness. They're using you--"

"QUIET!" he snarled, the sound tearing out of him faster than he could process. Vash grit his teeth and felt himself force the barrel of the gun against Nai's forehead before quickly withdrawing it, taking a step back and settling on just aiming the firearm at him, now. He'd never been this angry before.

"YOU'RE the one who's using me, Nai! This whole time, I've--" God, he didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to think about any of it-- "--I've been hurting people! I've hurt EVERYONE I care about because of you...!"

"Anyone you've 'hurt' was hurt because they interfered with your recovery, Vash." Nai replied, looking unimpressed. "It was their own fault for--"

"It was YOUR FAULT!" another crackle of energy between his teeth, this time igniting the patterns on his skin. Wisps of energy lifted from the delicate lines on the right side of his face-- wisps that took on a feathered shape that made Nai's eyes widen, face contorting with disgust.

"Look at what they've done to you..."

"STOP!" Vash's hands were trembling, now, emotions and borrowed power both rumbling in his chest like the beginnings of a storm. He squeezed his eyes shut-- he had to end this! Whatever needed to happen next, he had to do it-- and if that involved killing his brother, h-he-- no. No, he couldn't kill him, even... even after all of this. He couldn't do it, there had to be another way--

A hand suddenly touching his cheek yanked Vash out of his thoughts, eyes popping open to see Nai in close proximity. One hand on his face, the other on his shoulder, in... some cruel mockery of comfort? Or was it real? Nai's expression felt like a mask of calm and understanding more than anything, but despite that, Vash stilled under the touch-- a spark of hope fluttering in his chest, brought tears to his eyes...

"Nai..."

Thmp.

... his breath caught in his throat, and warmth blossomed at the small of his back.

Thmp. Thmp!THMP!THMP!

White-hot pain exploded in rapid-fire bursts, one by one up the trail of his spine, like fireworks.

"My poor baby brother... even after all of this, you still need me to do everything for you..." Nai cooed, pulling Vash closer to him as something else flooded his body. That familiar feeling, cold and all encompassing... spreading out from where bladed vines had buried themselves in his back. He shouldn't have let his guard down.

He shouldn't have let his guard down.

Vash would try and struggle against the connection, shrimping back and away as far as he could-- the renewed energy from Vet would be more than enough to help him fight him off --but one last vine pierced all the way through his shoulder, wrapping around his collarbone in the most literal way imaginable as Nai tightened his hold around him, blood spattered on his face.

"Don't worry, Vash. We'll fix this."

The cold spread up, up, up... blurring his mind and his senses, making him weak at the knees and lean heavily into his twin.

"I'll just have to help speed things along..."

The blades dug in further, twisted in deeper, and Vash felt himself scream.

#well that's newsworthy;; ( canon blog drabble )#( this ends on a fade to black because there's more exchange that happens )#( which I will write as a oneshot in Docs down the line )#( but for now: MYSTERY )#( one more post to go: lil sumup of July exploding )#( then it's *over* guys )#event: rewrite successful ( COMPLETE )

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ghoulofatook · 2 years

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For the ask game: your crush will never love you! Silco and reader (you can choose which one loves the other)

Your wish is my command, thanks for the ask! 💖 Hope you dig it ✨

Silco x Botanist Reader (no pronouns so can be read as genderneutral in this fic but may continue later as female reader)

Warnings: Obsessive Silco, Unwanted touch, threat of murder, unrequited love, messed up dude tryna not have feelings.

Inhospitable Ground

Silco lazily strolls through the artfully curated Cultivair gardens, secretly hoping to catch a passing glimpse of you as you go about your day.

He had been putting this visit off for as long as he could manage, finding it a frustrating challenge in self control to stay away. You always drew him back, despite his best efforts to excavate you from his thoughts. They eventually drifted back on you, slithering into the forefront of his mind as dreams, passing thoughts, even people who might have been you for a moment, glimpsed from behind in The Last Drop.

He meanders down through a plant lined hallway inhaling the sweet earthy scent of the place rounding a corner to finally confront the damage he had done.

The grand meeting room where he had threatened the chembarrons with his ornate little box of filled with noxious gas. It had been a small oversight to discover in the aftermath that it had withered every plant in the room.

He knew how much you loved that garden, it was your pride and joy and he had slaughtered it in so few moments to posture over subhuman scum. It was too late by the time he realised what he had done. How as the plants shrivelled and died, so with them had any hope of his affections for you ever being returned.

Standing there now in the empty room, arms behind his back, he observes how you'd removed all the death, how new soil now lay in all the garden beds. It must have been an immense job.

His brow knits as he frowns at the unfortunate mess of the situation. There would be no remedying it now.

He hears a thump behind him and turns to see you there in the doorway, a plant dropped at your feet.

Your mouth drops open in shock, eyes wide for a split second before they narrow and all the fires of hell fill them.

"How dare you show your face back here." The venom in your impulsive words could kill ten men.

Silco turns fully towards you, his expression carefully set to considering neutrality.

"Just because you own this garden doesn't give you the RIGHT to slaughter it!" You take a step forward over the dropped plant towards him.

"Some of those carnivorous flowers were the LAST specimens of their kind. They were HUNDREDS of years old." Tears of rage start to line your eyes as you continue pointing an accusing finger at him. The smart part of your brain is begging you to stop but you’re far to angry to listen.

"You should leave" you’re choked up now, hating how your voice quavers as you look up at him.

In that moment his heart aches for you, wishing you would smile or say something kind instead. But the hateful rage in your eyes reminds him that he is a monster. He remembers what he had become, what he had sacrificed of himself for Zaun. He allows the darkness inside himself to bloom in his chest, curling protectively around the pain.

He exhales through his nose, nostrils flaring with his distaste.

"I will not leave my Cultivair." He says coldly, steeling his gaze to fix on your own and striding forward with terrifying purpose.

"If you continue to speak to me like this." He lunges forward and grabs your face so quickly, leaning down over you like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit.

"I'll bury you in that garden bed, so your bones feed the plants you so love." He growls into your ear.

If you wont love him, fear and hate are as close as can be, he decides.

You squirm, disgusted by his very touch. Silco smirks devilishly at the feeling of your warmth pressed against him.

"Let me go Silco" you whisper through gritted teeth. Skin crawling at the lingering threat of his body pressed to your own.

He withdraws slowly, unwrapping his long limbs from around you.

Taking a measured step back you turn to pick up the plant that you had dropped, grateful the roots were bound with damp heshen and that it was a hardy specimen. You clutch it to your chest and turn back to face the awful creature before you.

Silco watches you slowly turn with the lovely green plant in your arms. You're so beautiful, so gentle and caring in your work. The feelings it divulges twist and roil inside him, the only external tell is a single deep breath.

"Why did you come?" You ask, trying to hide behind some semblance of professionalism after your shock induced seething rage had spilled forth.

"I'd like a small garden with a pond in the office." He proclaims, slipping easily into the flow of business. "I need somebody to design, build and plant it for me."

You rush to cut him off.

"Bryta is skilled in garden design, I'll send her over at once." You say confidently.

He snorts a cruel half laugh shaking his head. It’s a cute attempt to distance yourself but he won’t be having it.

"I don't want Bryta, She is not the head botanist."

Your heart sinks as you realise you won't be able to get out of this.

"No, no, petal. I want my head botanist herself to make me the best garden money can buy. No expenses spared. You can plant, whatever you like."

You look up suspiciously but you have to admit you're lured in by his generous offer. It was a dream job, despite being promised to you by the devil at the crossroads.

"Help fund the purchase of plants to replace your mess too." You dare to demand. Forcing yourself to stand straight and eyeball him.

He holds your eyes for a beat, glaring at you. You barely notice you’re not breathing.

"All you need do is ask." He says before turning on his heel and sauntering out of the room.

"I expect to see you tomorrow" he calls from the hallway and you suddenly remember to breathe. Pinching the bridge of your nose you move the plant to rest on your hip.

You could not despise him more.

✨ Thank you for reading ✨

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𝑊𝑂𝐿𝐹𝐸𝑁𝑆𝑇𝐸𝐼𝑁 𝐹𝐴𝑀𝐼𝐿𝑌

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𝕬𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖉 𝖂𝖔𝖑𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓

Archibald, or Archie for short is a seventh Generation Royal Knight of the Wolfenstein Family. A long line indeed of royal Knight's! Ever since he was old enough to stand and talk his father began to train him. He quickly and easily fell in step behind his father. Especially after his father, at the age of 73 fell ill and couldn't preform his duties as the royal Knight tasked with protecting the royal family. It was then when Archie was 14 he stepped up, pledging his allegiance to the Royal Family and becoming knighted. Tasked with protecting the Princess of said royal family mostly.

At one point several years down the line archie, at the age of 21 was tasked with aiding the soldiers in pushing back a viking clan that had dared to enter the kingdom's territory unwelcomed! But of course things didn't go as planned and he came across a formidable and strong Viking woman! And her name was Hilda Thunderbird, who just so happened to be the daughter of the clan thunderbird's Chief! And let me tell you, she put up one hell of a fight! The more Archie fought the more he became intrigued and impressed by her skills. It was there eventually the two formed some odd attraction for one another.

On one night, 6 months into the raid on the beloved kingdom during Archie's fight against the thunderbird clan he snuck out of his tent, meeting up with Hilda and there the two did the unthinkable! Against all rules saying otherwise.. they spent the night together! After that night they went Their separate ways, back to being enemies again.

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𝕳𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖆 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖉

Hilda Thunderbird. A fierce and Fearless warrior! Also the only Daughter of the Chief of clan Thunderbird. The day she was born her eyes glowed and shimmered in light. She had a fire behind her eyes. A light that no one could extinguish! Right then her father knew she'd be a mighty warrior. And even though he was a little disappointed he didn't have a son, he was proud and happy to have her. He knew her strength would keep her alive through the hard days..

That said, 3 years later She and her father had lost their mother due to the harsh winter.. leaving only her father to try and run a clan and also care for an infant. Somehow he managed. Also with a little help from a good friend, known as Threya who kinda became like a supstitute mother.

By the time Hilda was 6 she was getting into all sorts of troubles! Threya couldn't keep her under control! Always running off with the boys, hanging out with them and getting into trouble when they'd break into fights. Hilda always being the one to win of course. Threya had no choice but to include her father in the Matter! It was then her father decided to train her in becoming a warrior.

Fast forward several years later, by the time she was 19 her clan had settled into new territory and that's when she met Archie in her very first day in the new lands. It was a good strong battle! The two fought for almost an hour straight! It seemed Hilda had found another equal in strength. And as is known they developed an attraction towards one another.

It wasn't until 2 months after that night her and archie had hooked up, Did Hilda find out she was pregnant. She feared for her child and what might happen if Archie had found out.. she knew he'd try to take the child. Thus when she requested to her father, the Chief that they make a tactical withdraw from the land. Not long after that, she met archie as he had requested. So that they could spend one last time together before her clan left, and that's when he found out she was pregnant! Hearing she wanted to flee and run away angered him. The two argued and as she suspended, he wanted to take the child to live with him. "Somewhere safe. To have a better life" he'd tell her. But she knew if he did that she'd never get to see her child again, and so she fought him, bearly escaping that night from him. The next morning her clan left and was gone.

It wasn't until 9 months later, after Hilda had given birth to her New born Daughter, to which she named Alita, that during Her clans travel's out of the kingdom they were surrounded and attacked by the king's army, there archibald had rushed into the tent, fighting Hilda and ultimately taking Alita, their daughter from her.

"don't do this, Archie!!" She begged.. "THAT'S MY DAUGHTER YOU BASTARD! I'LL... I'LL KILL YOU!" She shouted from the ground where she sat, injured from the battle between her and archie. "She's MY daughter too! And she belongs with her father!.. of you hadn't of run you and her could have been together. With me, but NO! You just had to run off!" And with that, he left with Alita. Not be seen by Hilda for a long time.

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𝕬𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖆 𝖂𝖔𝖑𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓

Alita Wolfenstein. The Daughter of Archibald and Hilda. Between the stubbornness and sheer raw strength and that same fire within her from her mother and her father's athletics and skill she will no doubt become one of the greatest Knight's! But wait! Isn't it forbidden for woman to become a knight? Perhaps.. but that won't stop her!

Luckily Alita was granted clearance to stay and live with her Father, even after the king found archibald broke rules and was with a woman.. as was forbidden without permission, but thankfully the king and Archibald were good friends. And so they were able to work out a deal. Alita would live with her father, under one condition. That she be given a care taker to look after the infant while Archie was working. Archie, of course agreed to the terms happily. He had only wanted what was best for his daughter.

Unfortunately growing up for Alita was nothing easy! Even her being the royal Knight's daughter had it's lemits.. for example.. a fellow knight, archibald's best friend was abusive to Alita! While Archie was working, behind his back he'd offer to help look after Alita, but he did the opposite! He'd make her serve him, bring him stuff and if she got it wrong then he'd slap her, hit her. Hell one time she carries a bowl of boiling hot water to him and he smashed her face in it! Burning out her eye and leaving a permanent scar in her face. But her being her mother's child she didn't allow it without putting up a fight! She screamed, thrashed around until she grabbed a near by rock, hitting him in the head with it and knocking the guy out cold! Thankfully she was able to get away that day.. when her father returned home concerned about what happened, she'd tell him she got in a fight and tripped and fell face first into a bowl of boiling water by accident.. even he knew she was lieing. When he asked her again she finally admitted it. "Your best friend did it!!" She shouted in anger, glaring up at him. Instead of him doing what you'd THINK a normal dad would have done, he denied it! Told her she was just saying that cause she didn't like him. And that his best friend would never hurt her.. and so Alita was forced to keep the truth a secret.. Everyone she told no one would believe her.. it wasn't until one day archie caught his friend In the act and attempted to step in, but Alita had already taken action. She grabbed a near by hammer and began to beat him with it. All that pent up anger released. She screamed and continued to beat him until he was nearly dead. "ALITA!" Archie stepped him, grabbing her forarm and stopping her. "Enough! He can't hurt you no more.." he whispered. Slowly she let go of the Hammer. Still panting hard she glared up at her father. "No thanks to you! 7 months, Father! 7 months I had to put up with this shit! All because you didn't want to believe!" She hissed and ripped her arm out of his grip before storming off.

For awhile she was angry at him. Wanted nothing to do with him, but eventually she learned to forgive him, and he did after all teach her some self defense training as well a little knight training so that she could take care of herself. Eventually she began to look up to him again, especially after she saw what he did in his line of work and she decided she wanted to be a knight too! From then on she followed in his foot steps. Even going so far as to take on his last name.

Even with everyone shunning her for wanting to be a knight she kept on! Even when everyone told her no woman could be a knight! She continued ignoring what everyone said, FINALLY when she was 16 she had convinced the King to allow her to become knight! BUT under one circumstance. She was ONLY allowed to be knighted so that she could perform her task to serve as a particularly stubborn princess's knight. All other knight's before Alita had tried and failed their duties. Perhaps it was time to take a different approach. And so Alita was allowed to be a knight!

Of course, being the ONLY female knight who happens to be the daughter of the Great Archibald Wolfenstein, favored royal Knight of the king comes with it's perks! She was given special armor, like her father's with the family Wolfenstein Crest on it of a howling wolf.

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Alita Wolfenstein Character info:

First name: Alita

Last name: Wolfenstein

Age: 24

Hair color: a copper brown

Eye color: one amber eye and one red eye with a burn scar over it due to the abuse she took from her father's best friend.

Height: 5,11

Weight: 135

Body: fit, athletic

Skin tone: Tan complexion

Personality: stubborn, strong willed, determined, Quick on the draw, Loyal, Serious, but does have a fun side when she's relaxed, can be spunky, playfully even as well as bold, doesn't take no bullshit, says what's on her mind.

PHEW that to me SO long! Hope everyone enjoys it! These are my new medieval Oc's!

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Written Adoration - Chamber x Viper One-Shot

Finding a mysterious note, Chamber seeks Viper to get his answer.

Ao3 | Twitter Thread

Pairing: Chamber x Viper

Status: One-shot, Completed

Chapter Tags: SFW, Fluff, Light Angst, Comfort

Length: 1001 words

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Chamber crossed the threshold of her lab in just two steps. He has always been on the receiving end of being made fun of, but not today. Today, he’s come to gloat.

Swinging his weight on her table, he said, “Viper!”

She stiffens almost instantly, and he delighted in her vexed gait.

“Yes?” came her gritted reply.

He brandished a note in front of her face. “I didn’t know you were such a poet.”

Her eyes quickly darted to the open door of the lab. “Say that again and you’re choking on your next coffee.”

“Oh pish posh,” he said, waving away her blatant threat. “You can kill me after you hear me read this. Why mademoiselle, I didn’t think you capable of writing anything outside your dry reports to Brimstone.”

“I wrote a thesis, you know.“

He pretended not to hear her and cleared his throat to theatrically read the poem:

Thou takes many forms One that can withstand the great storm On occasion even carried away and dropped in thorns The faces thou adorn, hope it doesn’t end in scorn

He paused. In truth, he didn’t read a lick of a word after this verse. Maybe he should’ve practiced first.

Wanted by all Yet given in small - A rare piece emitting sunspots that enthrall Thou compelled the sun; its rays to thee it falls

Like a duck in water The top in order yet struggling under Don’t let it drive you asunder And laugh as you pass the thunder

Looking up, he finds Sabine in a fluster, her complexion pink. He takes in the sight without trepidation. At that moment, he thinks her a predator turned prey, so out of her element as she was.

“Now, for who was this meant to be?”

“It’s for you.”

He danced away as she moved to snatch the paper from his grasp.

“Me?” He read the note again.

“Yes,” she snapped, pointing at the small letters painting the edge of the paper. “You.”

He peered at the margin and then gave her a quick glance. He couldn’t believe his eyes. There, at the corner, it said:

…in written adoration for Vincent.

Yours, Sabine.

“I was supposed to give it to you on our anniversary,” as she poked his chest with the paper, her indignant tone slipped into something softer. “You just got impatient.”

He blinked twice in confusion. It was startling, the notion of being observed so keenly that they create a piece so charming, so rapturous–just for him. And from someone like her, no less. She was a woman of little words and even less patience. But she did it anyway.

He wrestled to dismiss the warm honey that turned his legs to sludge and swept his insides in disarray. “I didn’t know you thought of me like this.”

She pressed her lips together as she always did when suppressing a smile, a calm settling visibly on her features. Her muscles were no longer stiff, and her green eyes had softened and relaxed. There, he knew immediately that his trespass was forgiven.

“I always think of you.” She reached out to cradle his face between her palms and stroked his cheeks gently with her thumbs. “Your wants, your dreams, your fears.” He leaned into her caress, half-expecting that he had only imagined everything. It was too surreal. He must’ve dreamed this out of sheer desperation to feel her touch, a warmth so rarely given. Wanted by all yet given in small, her poem had said. Did she want this too? Does she feel as strongly as he does for her?

“I have a hundred and one questions, but just knowing that you thought of me at all is enough.” Was what he would’ve said if his voice hadn’t left him. She was across from him, her velvet veiled gaze fixed on his, waiting for him to reply.

“Look. I’m not the most articulate person or the most creative–” she sighed, and as he felt her withdraw, he stepped closer to bring her hand back to his side. “–Nor am I good at thinking on my feet about things like this, but I can prepare. And that’s what I did.”

His heart swelled with euphoria. Contrary to what she said, every word she’d thrown together in the past minute had rendered him speechless, made him mute, as if he were a pirate who finally discovered a hard-earned boon. After years of being deprived of such treasure, he was content in letting her speak her mind.

She scowls.

“Please say something–anything. Between the two of us, you were always the better person with these things.”

He rejected this immediately. A better person? I still haven’t told you about my involvement in the Everett-Linde Lab, his conscience whispered. What did her poem say again?

Ah. The faces thou adorn. Hope it doesn’t end in scorn.

He memorized her features, taking note of every point in her shape, face, and the contours of her hands. He finds her distressingly attractive. Closing his eyes, he felt her radiating warmth and imagined them turning cold. He shuddered. He couldn’t take it. He feared a time when she finally puts the pieces of his treachery together; for her mind traversed across everything, quick, keen as lightning.

“Is that all you can do?”

No. I can tell you that I killed your friends. And that I feel nothing when I remember my sin. I don’t wallow in these useless things. Just that it wrecks me in every second of my day not to tell you about it.

“Yes,” he said, folding the truth back from his lips. She studied his eyes again, as if searching for something. Chamber was afraid she’d see through his deception, so he maintained his gaze… like a duck in water, the top in order yet struggling under. God, how much does she see?

“I–” He choked. “I love you, mon cherie.”

He didn’t want to hurt her. Maybe tomorrow. But not today.

END.

Ao3 | Twitter Thread

So, how did you interpret Viper’s poem for Chamber?

Did I start another fic before finishing my other WIPs? Why yes. Yes I did. BUT THIS FIC IS A GIFT OKAY.

a gift to zero, here’s that cute and chamber thing you requested <33 i hope it’s cute enough, cuz i still can’t help but sprinkle a little angst in. hope this cheered you up!

big thanks to my high school self for writing the darned poem and to my indispensable beta-readers: crow and dan.

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This is my signature, letting you know that this is a genuine letter from me, and so I write to you:

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 3rd and closing chapter of the letter of 2nd Thessalonians:

Brothers and sisters, having shared all this, let me ask you to pray for us. Pray that this message of the Lord will spread quickly and receive the praise and respect it deserves from others as it has with you. Pray also that we would all be rescued from the snares of harmful, wicked people—after all, not all people are believing. Still, the Lord is true to His promises; He will hold you up and guard you against the evil one. We do not doubt the Lord’s intentions for you; we are confident that you are carrying out, and will continue to carry out, the commands we are sending your way. May the Lord guide your hearts into God’s pure love and keep you headed straight into the strong and sure grip of the Anointed One.

For the sake of the church, brothers and sisters, we insist in the name of our Lord Jesus the Anointed that you withdraw from any brother or sister who is out of order and unwilling to work, who is straying from the line of teaching we passed on to all of you. You know how essential it is to imitate us in the way we live life. We were never undisciplined nor did we take charity from anyone while we were with you. Instead, you saw how we worked very hard day and night so we wouldn’t be a burden to even one person in the community. We had the right to depend on your help and hospitality, as you know; but we wanted to give you a model you could follow, to lay a path of footprints for you to walk in. This is exactly why, while with you, we commanded you: “Anyone not willing to work shouldn’t get to eat!” You see, we are hearing that some folks in the community are out of step with our teaching; they are idle, not working, but really busy doing nothing—and yet still expect to be fed! If this is you or someone else in the community, we insist and urge you in the Lord Jesus the Anointed that you go to work quietly, earn your keep, put food on your own table, and supply your own necessities. And to the rest of you, brothers and sisters, never grow tired of doing good.

If someone disregards the instructions of this letter, make a note of who it is and don’t have anything to do with that person so that this one may be shamed. Don’t consider someone like this an enemy (he is an enemy only to himself) but warn him as if you were redirecting your own brother.

And now, dear friends, may the Lord of peace Himself grace you with peace always and in everything. May the Lord be present with all of you.

This final greeting is by me, Paul, written by my own hand. This is my signature, letting you know that this is a genuine letter from me, and so I write to you:

May the grace of our Lord Jesus the Anointed be with all of you.

The Letter of 2nd Thessalonians, Chapter 3 (The Voice)

A set of notes from The Voice translation:

Paul brings the situation to life for them: on one side, the rebellious one opposes God by corrupting God’s world, telling lies, and instigating fear; but on the other side, there’s Jesus, who comes from above and rains mercy over the world with His blood. He stands ready to return to face these enemies. Paul is trying to explain this epic battle with eternal consequences to his friends who have been led astray by false revelations. While this spiritual battle will occur in the future, skirmishes representing the two sides are already taking place in the church; so remain diligent and faithful in service of the Lord.

Work is part of the ongoing work of creation, an aspect of God’s image in us. Those who do not work will be unfulfilled and a burden to those around them.

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 1st chapter of the book of Ezekiel:

When I was thirty years old, I was living near the Chebar Canal off the Euphrates River among the exiles. On the fifth day of the fourth month (during the fifth year of King Jehoiachin’s exile), the windows of the heavens were thrown open and I saw visions of the True God.

The word of the Eternal One came to Ezekiel the priest (Buzi’s son) near the Chebar Canal in the land of the Chaldeans. It was there that the hand of the Eternal settled on him.

I looked up, and I saw a ferocious and stormy wind coming from the north—a monstrous cloud filled with the constant dance of lightning, surrounded by a glowing, all-encompassing light. At the center of the lightning flashes was something that looked like gleaming metal, and within that otherworldly scene were what looked like four living creatures. The creatures had a form that resembled humans, but they each had four faces and four wings. Their legs were straight like the pillars of a temple, and their feet looked like the hoofs of a calf and shimmered in the firelight like polished bronze. They had human hands on all four sides under each wing. All four of these living creatures had faces and wings, and their wings touched one another. As they moved, they did not turn to the right or left; they all went straight ahead. Each of the four creatures had four faces: a human face in front, the face of a lion on the right, the face of an ox on the left, and the face of an eagle in the back. The features of their faces were similar. Two of the creatures’ wings stretched upward, and one wing on each side of each creature was touching the wing of the creature on either side of it. The other two wings covered each creature’s body. All of the living creatures went straight ahead wherever the spirit directed them; the creatures moved without turning to the right or left. The living creatures had an appearance of something that looked like burning charcoal. Untamed ribbons of fire darted back and forth among them. It was all very bright, and lightning bolted out of the glowing fire. The living creatures ran back and forth like flashes of lightning.

As I observed the living creatures with their four faces, I saw a wheel on the ground next to each of them. The wheels glittered like sun-kissed jewels. All four wheels looked exactly alike, each appearing to have another wheel inside it. As the wheels moved, they were able to go in the four directions the living creatures faced. They rolled straight ahead, never swerving off to the side. The rims of the four wheels were tall and inspired fear, filled with eyes all around. The wheels went wherever the living creatures went: when the living creatures moved, the wheels stayed right beside them; when the living creatures rose up from the ground, the wheels rose with them. The living creatures went wherever the spirit directed, and the wheels stayed right beside them; for the spirit of the creatures directed the wheels. When the creatures moved, so did the wheels; when the creatures stood still, so did the wheels; when the creatures rose up from the ground, so did the wheels, because the spirit of the four living creatures was in the wheels.

Suspended above the living creatures was something like a broad expanse; it had an awesome gleam like a crystal ceiling and stretched wide over them. Beneath the expanse, the creatures stretched out their wings toward each other, and each creature had another pair of wings it used to cover both sides of its body. Whenever the creatures moved, I heard the violent fluttering of their wings, like roaring rapids, like the voice of God Almighty, like the sound of an army besieging a city. Whenever the creatures stopped, they lowered their wings to their sides. As they stood silent, with their wings lowered, a thunderous voice sounded high above the expanse over their heads.

And above that expanse over their heads was something that looked like a throne made of sapphire. Sitting on that throne high above the earth was a humanlike figure. From his waist up, I saw what looked to be glowing metal surrounded by an all-encompassing fire. Below his waist, I looked and saw something like a blazing fire. A glorious radiance was all around Him. The glorious radiance resembled a rainbow that lights up the clouds on a rainy day. This was nothing less than the glory of the Eternal that appeared to me. When I saw the vision of the Eternal and His glory, I fell upon my face and heard a voice speaking to me.

The Book of Ezekiel, Chapter 1 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

The literary structure of Ezekiel is arranged by how long the exiles have been in Babylonia after the 597 b.c. deportation of Jehoiachin and those with him (8:1; 20:1; 24:1; 26:1; 29:1; 31:1; 32:1; 40:1). The expatriates are counting the days until they can return to their ancestral lands in order to rebuild the temple. If Ezekiel is 30 years old when he has his initial vision, he is about 50 years old when he has the temple vision (chapters 40–48).

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Saturday, October 28 of 2023 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about finding purpose:

Each of us has been created by God for a sacred purpose. There is a deep reason why you were born. This explains why we sometimes feel lost and alone in this life. Our discontent, the fracture we sense both within and around us, our sorrows, suffering, and inevitable losses, all of it together, presents a "message" to our souls, a "basso profundo" groan of the heart, a visceral yearning for healing, for eternal life, for heaven... God has created us for himself, yet we find no lasting peace apart from him (Eccl. 3:11). Or as Augustine of Hippo famously put it: "Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee" (Confessions). Therefore our Lord cries out to those who are hurting, troubled, and afraid: “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls" (Matt. 11:28-29).

Our Torah portion for this week is called "Lekh-Lekha," which can be translated as "come to yourself," that is, turn and reconnect to your spiritual essence, your identity, your heart. We have to start the journey there, because ultimate reality is intensely personal, being grounded in the "who-ness" of God. It is within the consciousness of our own "I am," our deepest identity as a personal, thinking, and feeling being, that we are able to relate to the person and heart of the great "I AM" of the LORD.

Abram is an exemplar of faith for us; he is called the "father of faith" (Isa. 51:1-2; Rom. 4:16; Gal. 3:29). Abram courageously searched for God in his emptiness, and God graciously answered the cry of his heart. He left everything behind as he journeyed into the realm of promise - regarding himself as someone chosen to know God's blessing and grace. Abram was able to walk by faith because he stopped listening to the voices of the ego - the worldly and unbelieving parts of himself - and therefore was able to hear God's truth.

According to the classical sages, Abram was tested ten times in the course of his life. In the first test, Abraham was asked to "go to a land that I will show you" only to find it a place of famine and trouble. In the last of the tests, Abraham was asked to "go to the land of Moriah, to the place that I will show you," and there to offer up his promised son Isaac as a burnt offering... In each case the temptation was to give up hope in God's promise, since at the time of each test Abram did not know the outcome as a foregone conclusion. Nevertheless Abram walked in faith, in fear and trembling, yet fear contextualized by the deeper strength found in God's love and presence. Abraham had to close his eyes to this world and walk in the darkness of faith to see the divine light that transcends this realm; he had to "believe to see" that God's promise was sure.

So the journey is one of faith and the inner transformation that comes from trusting in God (בִּטָּחוֹן). "Go from your country and your kindred and your father's house to the land that I will show you" is the call of teshuvah - turning away from enslaving habits that deaden our consciousness - and to come alive by believing that which transcends our own understanding. The Greek word for repentance, "metanoia" (μετάνοια) describes the process well, since it means going beyond ("meta") the habitual categories of the mind ("nous") to believe and apprehend the miracle of God. Faith discerns the unseen good that is at work behind the realm of appearances. God is the "Father of Lights" who supervises the ebb and flow of creation. He is always working to direct all things according to his purposes and will. This is the "land that I will show you," that is, the realm of blessing and eternal life.

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Prov. 4:18 reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/prov4-18-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/prov4-18-lesson.pdf

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from yesterday’s email by Israel 365:

Though the Bible speaks to every generation, it speaks more clearly now than it ever has before.

“But you, O Daniel, shut up the words, and seal the book, even to the time of the end; many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased” (Daniel 12:4).

The Malbim, a classic commentary from the 19th century, explains the meaning of this verse. “Because Daniel knew that the time of redemption was in the very distant future, he said that these matters are sealed until the end of times… But at the end of times the uncertainties will be removed, and the closer it gets to the end times, the uncertainties will be clarified little by little. For we know that the redemption must come before the 7th millennium. Therefore, in earlier times, the uncertainties were very great and the certainties very few, but the closer we get to the 7th millennium, the certainties will increase the uncertainties will be lessened, and through this, knowledge will increase.”

The current Hebrew calendar states it is year 5784 from the Biblical Creation, yet chronological debate exists over this and may actually be several hundred years later, just on the verge of the year 6000 and the 7th (Sabbath) day of 1000 years

which means we stand at the door of the return of our heavenly King (or rather, He stands at the door)

and beforehand (A secret elopement) of the Spirit-prepared Bride

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Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

October 28, 2023

Satan’s Strategic Plan

“But I fear, lest by any means, as the serpent beguiled Eve through his subtilty, so your minds should be corrupted from the simplicity that is in Christ.” (2 Corinthians 11:3)

The magnificent book of Genesis sets the foundation for Scripture, revealing the “Roman numerals” upon which the rest of the Bible’s message is built. Apart from the actual events of the creation week, the fall of Adam and Eve, and the subsequent horrific growth of sin and the awful judgment of the Flood, the gospel message would make little sense.

Paul’s warning showcases the importance of Satan’s strategy to ensnare humanity in the same trap. The Devil’s tactics change with time and culture, but the strategy remains the same.

First, Satan always attempts to make us doubt the Word of God (Genesis 3:1). If we question the accuracy, the meaning, the authenticity, the historicity, or any other shade of “all scripture” (2 Timothy 3:16), then we begin edging onto a slippery slope that will only lead to the next stage.

Second, Satan always confronts the doubter with a denial of the Word of God (Genesis 3:4). When one begins to deny the authority, the capability, or the will of God to carry out His Word, the slide into the final phase is inevitable.

Third, Satan ultimately heaps denigration on the Person of God Himself (Genesis 3:5). Once one embraces the thought that the Word of God is not trustworthy and that God either will not or cannot do what He says, it absolutely follows that God is either a liar, a hypocrite, or a capricious and whimsical ogre.

May God protect us from the “wiles of the devil” (Ephesians 6:11). HMM III

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silverlineswap · 1 year

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Weekly Crypto News

The weekly roundabout revolves around bitcoin, polygon, the Nigerian government’s play, and a lot more!

So dive in, right away, and let’s start it with the African nation that barged so much deep into cryptocurrency!

DID BITCOIN PREMIUM REALLY HIT 60% IN NIGERIA RESTRICTING THE ATM WITHDRAWALS AS WELL?

This move by the Central Bank of Nigeria (CBN) to limit ATM cash withdrawals was made in order to reduce money laundering and other financial crimes. The CBN also imposed a daily withdrawal limit of N500,000 ($1,400). This means that Nigerians are now turning to digital currencies like Bitcoin for their transactions instead of using traditional banking methods.

As a result, demand for Bitcoin has skyrocketed in Nigeria over the past few weeks and this surge in demand has caused its price to rise significantly higher than in other countries around the world. According to data from CoinMarketCap, one bitcoin is currently trading at $14,890 on Nigerian exchanges compared with $11,735 globally — representing a premium rate of nearly 60%.

This isn’t surprising given that many people have been looking for alternative ways to store their wealth due to economic uncertainty caused by the COVID-19 pandemic and rising inflation rates across Africa’s largest economy. With more people turning towards cryptocurrencies as an investment option or even as a way to make payments online without having access to traditional banking services — it looks like we can expect further growth in crypto adoption across Africa going forward.

It will be interesting to see if this trend continues over time or if there will be any changes once restrictions on ATM cash withdrawals are lifted again later this year. For now, though it seems clear that cryptocurrency is becoming increasingly popular among Nigerians who want access to secure digital payment options outside of traditional banking systems — making it an attractive option for those looking for alternative investments during these uncertain times.

I NEVER SAID THIS, BUT WHY IS THE WORLD SPEAKING ABOUT BITCOIN STAYING OUT OF FEAR FOR 11 STRAIGHT DAYS AS THE PRICE TIPS NEAR 24K?

The cryptocurrency market has been on a wild ride this year, and Bitcoin is no exception. After reaching an all-time high of nearly $24,000 in December 2020, the price of Bitcoin has remained relatively stable for 11 consecutive days. This stability comes as a welcome respite from the volatility that characterized much of 2020.

The current period of relative calm is remarkable given the tumultuous nature of the crypto markets over the past few months. In November alone, Bitcoin experienced several large swings in value ranging from highs near $19,000 to lows around $16,500. The fact that it has managed to stay out of fear for such an extended period speaks volumes about its resilience and potential staying power as an asset class.

It’s worth noting that while Bitcoin may be experiencing some stability right now, there are still plenty of risks associated with investing in cryptocurrencies like it. For one thing, prices can change quickly and drastically due to news events or other external factors beyond investors’ control. Additionally, many governments have yet to create clear regulations surrounding digital currencies which could lead to further uncertainty down the line if they decide to crack down on them more heavily than they currently do.

DID POLYGON’S FORMER VP GIVE UP THE SECRET BEHIND MANY PARTNERSHIPS?

So what he said was,

As the former Vice President of Growth at Polygon, I had the unique opportunity to work with some of the world’s most successful companies. During my time there, I developed and executed strategies that enabled us to form major partnerships with these organizations. In this blog post, I want to share some of the secrets behind our success in forming these partnerships.

The first step in any partnership is identifying potential partners with a shared vision and business goals. It’s important to find an organization that has similar values and objectives as your own so you can ensure a mutually beneficial relationship. Once you’ve identified potential partners, it’s essential to do your research on them before reaching out. This includes understanding their target audience, product offerings, competitive landscape, etc., so you can craft an effective pitch tailored specifically for them.

Once you’ve done your research and crafted a compelling pitch outlining how both parties will benefit from working together, it’s time to reach out! The key here is making sure that all communication is clear and concise while also being friendly yet professional — no one wants long-winded emails or calls! Additionally, make sure that everyone involved understands what each party expects from the partnership; this helps avoid any confusion.

BOOYAH! SOLANA DE-FI PROJECT FRIKTION SHUTS DOWN ITS PLATFORM

The DeFi space has been growing rapidly over the past few years, with new projects popping up all the time. One of these projects was Friktion, a decentralized finance (DeFi) platform built on the Solana blockchain. Unfortunately, it looks like this project is no more as its team recently announced that they are shutting down its user platform.

Friction was launched in 2020 and quickly gained traction due to its innovative approach to DeFi. It allowed users to earn rewards by staking their tokens and participating in liquidity pools. The project also had an impressive list of partners including Binance Smart Chain, Polygon Network, and Avalanche Network among others.

Unfortunately, despite having a promising start and gaining some traction in the market, Friktion’s team decided to shut down their user platform citing “unforeseen circumstances’’ as the reason for doing so. They have stated that they will be refunding all users who have deposited funds into their platform within 30 days from now but did not provide any further details about what those unforeseen circumstances were or why they decided to close shop suddenly without warning anyone beforehand.

EXPECTING YOUR USUAL CHART REPORT — NEWS? — WE GIVE YOU THAT AS WELL!

This week has been exciting for those interested in cryptocurrency, with several major developments taking place. Here’s a quick roundup of some of the biggest stories from the past seven days.

First up, Bitcoin (BTC) surged to its highest price since January 2018 on Wednesday, reaching $13,800 before settling back down to around $12,500 by Friday morning. This surge was largely attributed to PayPal announcing that it would be allowing customers to buy and sell cryptocurrencies through its platform starting next year. The news sent shockwaves throughout the crypto community as many believe this could open up access to digital assets for millions more people worldwide.

In other news, Ethereum (ETH) also saw significant gains over the course of this week after hitting an all-time high above $400 on Thursday night. This came shortly after ETH 2.0 went live earlier in November and is seen as further evidence that investors are increasingly bullish about Ethereum’s future prospects due to its improved scalability and security features compared with Bitcoin’s blockchain technology.

Finally, Ripple (XRP) made headlines when it announced plans for a new payment system called “RippleNet Cloud” which will allow users to send payments across borders quickly and securely using XRP tokens as collateral or currency exchange fees between different currencies such as USD/EUR/GBP etc..

The move is seen by many analysts as another step towards mainstream adoption of Ripple’s products and services within financial institutions globally — something which could have huge implications for both XRP holders and traders alike going forward into 2023!

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 3 years

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Digital Heart

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Angst Warnings: Falling, fighting, minor injuries, nausea, breathlessness

In which Genshin is an interactive RPG accessed through an immersive headset, and you find yourself pushed to play it by your friends.

~ * ~

It started with a game.

For thirty days and thirty nights, your friends have been pleading for you to play it. Genshin Impact it was called, an free immersive open-world RPG with hundreds of weapons, characters, and power ups. Accessible through a specialized headset that tracked movement, it had only been a month since the freely downloadable game’s release and it was already a success, garnering praise from the customizable main character and the interactive playstyle. Play it. Your friends beg. You’ll love it. We can play together.

You refuse at first. The game might be free, but the headset isn’t, and you need to save that money to pay for food and clothes. Alongside your financial state was your schedule, a long list of work and chores that left little time to play games with constant updates like Genshin, so you told your friends- politely, as that’s how you were raised- that it’d have to wait. They agreed, quietly.

Then the next day, they ask again. You make an excuse- too much work. They agree, again.

The second day, asking. You’re too tired, you say. Of course, they respond.

Everyday, the same question. The same request, the same demand. It wears on you, amused exasperation drawing a sigh from you everytime you open your notifications.

Play it.

You can’t.

Play it.

You don’t have time.

Play it.

You need to focus!

Play it.

…

…Alright.

Finally, you cave. You create an account, a headset en route to your house. You clear an area in your house so you don’t accidentally hit anything. The headset arrives, and you insert the batteries, said to last up to an entire day playing nonstop, a stage you dearly hope you never reach. You pull it down over your head, cringing at the thought of your hair getting so mussed, and switch it on. A long and potentially worrying warning flashes before your eyes and you blink, not used to the in-depth cameras yet, as the screen goes white.

Welcome to Genshin Impact! Please name your character… appears, and you subsequently slip down the rabbit hole.

It’s fun, you find. Your friends were right, you did like Genshin Impact, although you thank your lucky stars that you weren’t as attached as some players were, as you still had work and life to attend to. The combat and story were enjoyable, and the characters were funny and diverse in personality and playstyles. The main character, who was also your customizable avatar, was quite literally you, the story explained, a traveler from distant lands who fell face first into Teyvat by mistake and tragedy. Of course you still haven’t gotten entirely used to the whole immersion thing, and sometimes shuddered under the eerily real programming of the NPCs and characters, but that was nigh unnoticeable when focusing on fighting monsters. Your deep love for exploration and discovery surfaces, and you take as long as you want exploring every inch of the wonderfully modelled map as you follow the main story, or “Archon Quests”. You calm the great dragon Dvalin and bid your friends at Mondstadt- Kaeya, Amber, Lisa, Diluc, Jean, and Venti- goodbye, Liyue sprawling out before you in wooded forests and cloud-covered mountains. A mysterious man runs across you at the Inn, the immortal Adeptus Xiao, although you would’ve thought he was quite young due to his short stature, and you encounter Zhongli in the Harbor, along with Lady Ningguang and her subordinates, Keqing and Ganyu. A member of the malicious-seeming Fatui also greets you and introduces himself as Childe, a name you don’t trust for a second, yet find yourself getting strangely attached too. The story progresses with you at Zhongli and Ningguang’s sides, the suspicion being pointed more and more to the Fatui, and you find yourself staring up at the elegant pillars of the Golden House, the mora mint building.

You gulp. You know this is where Childe’s boss battle takes place, and you’re not sure if your team is prepared, even if you stocked up on food right before leaving the Harbor. Inhaling a deep breath, you shove the enormous front doors open, and a cutscene pulls your fear tight against your throat. Everyone’s suspicions were right- he was here to steal the Geo Archon’s gnosis, and you have to stop him.

Easier said than done. The cutscene of your face shows a determined, fierce expression, instead of the nervous one you had in real life, and you almost laugh. You dearly hope your characters are strong enough, and step into the arena.

Phases One and Two are relatively short, as you quickly learn to avoid using Childe’s respective elements of his Vision and Delusion while his shield is up. The battle is fun and fast-paced, and you feel a thrill in your bones as you dodge another attack before swinging your sword in retaliation. Childe stumbles, and Phase Two ends with a cutscene. The corpse of Rex Lapis, something you considered a bit gruesome, is discovered to have no gnosis, and you can feel the raw anger in the Harbinger’s voice as the air crackles and hisses. A horrible, blinding light shines, and Childe is gone.

At least, human Childe is gone. In his place floats a monstrous version of himself, nearly 14 feet tall and complete with horns and armor, and your mouth drops open slightly as you gaze at him wide eyed. But your focus is violently shifted when the floor cracks and turns to dust, sending you tumbling down into the belly of the Golden House. You land with an unceremonial thump, thankful that the creators hadn’t been cruel enough to make you feel the damage you took in-game.

And Phase Three, the final phase of Harbinger Tartaglia, commences.

He has considerably more health, and his attacks can range from irritating to deadly, you just barely dodging the falling Hydro arrows that would’ve slaughtered your current character. Of course, it doesn’t help that you’re sneaking glances at your attacker every few minutes. Your mind wanders to the lore as you shield yourself from violet lightning. Does this transformation hurt? Where does it come from? Why does it look like a moth? Maybe one day you’ll get answers.

Despite the raised difficulty, Phase Three also ends rather quickly. Your characters, it seems, were overleveled. The remainder of the Archon Quest passes, Childe reappearing once at the end, and it’s over. The screen blips off as you log out and place the headset on a table before laying on your bed and using the last few hours before bed to contemplate what you’ve just seen.

The next days quickly fall into routine. After completing all your work, you’d take an hour or two to play Genshin, leveling up your characters even more and going through various quests, Childe’s included. You see his transformation, dubbed the Foul Legacy form, again, and almost swoon before stopping and giving yourself a harsh scolding. You fulfill requests and tasks for various people around Teyvat, or at least the parts of Teyvat you can access, and improve your skills and stats. You have a talent for dodging, you find, and use it to your advantage while fighting.

And every Monday, when the clock resets, you re-enter Golden House to battle with Childe and claim your just rewards.

Of course you could do it everyday, but a squirming, guilty feeling in your gut stops you, making you feel like you’re hurting him, no matter how many times you try to tell yourself that he’s simply a video game character, a program in an electronic system.

This thought makes you a bit sad, you think.

The fights are getting easier, something you credit to your rising stars of characters, and you stand before the Ley Line Blossom quicker and quicker each time, something you expect to be no different today.

Phases One and Two are just the same as you take advantage of Vaporize and Overload, drowning out Childe’s pre-programmed sounds of pain with your own abilities. The battle pauses, and you’re transported to the same chamber underground, with its fiery walls and glittering arches, as the fight resumes. With the same attacks and characters, it’s becoming a tad dull, and you frown, wondering if you should try to get another character soon.

You’re lost in your thoughts when you slip and fall.

This you feel in the real world, having landed hard on your back and knocked the air out of your lungs. For a few moments you struggle to breathe, and Childe takes the opportunity to appear right over you, his spear flashing purple. You swear internally, bracing yourself as he readies his weapon.

But the strike never comes. You inhale desperately, oxygen finally flowing into your chest, and open your eyes. The graphics of your game are gray and fuzzy around the edges, framing Childe as he slowly puts his spear down and, to your amazement and slight terror, jerkily reaches towards you. Voice clips play overhead, pieced together to make not words, but a static-interspersed whining sound, much like a concerned beast. Your eyes widen, and Childe stops, withdrawing slightly almost as if he’s worried that you’re afraid, and you whisper his name once, as a tentative question.

Then with crackle and a ping, your game crashes and everything goes black.

You gasp and rip off the headset, chest heaving as you struggle to comprehend what just happened. You’re shaking, nervous and fearful, but curiosity runs strong through your veins. Your finger slides towards the On button, and you press it and slip the device back on.

You’re standing outside, the doors of the Golden House closed as if the battle never happened. The guards surrounding it look ordinary, occasionally repeating phrases you’ve heard and ignored countless times. Glancing around and trying to squash the nauseous bubbling feeling in your gut, you push the doors open again.

It’s different this time. Instead of being in the upper room, you fall a short distance into the Third Phase Chamber, your shoes clicking on the tiled floor. Childe floats in the center, his back to you, and you take a tentative step forward. He turns and looks you dead in the eyes, before flinging his spear to the side and rushing towards you on his feet, kneeling to your height. Instinctively, you jump away as he sits on the ground before you, letting out joyful chirps and trills, sounds you didn’t even know he could make. You approach him, sword held loosely in your hand as an extra precaution, and he tilts his head and coos as you cautiously sit with him. Your hands are trembling as you try to understand that this is real, he is real, all of this is happening.

And if it’s not, then it’s some damn good programming.

Questions start to fill your mind, one after another, and you ask him, responses coming as a nod or a headshake.

Is this real?

Yes.

Or programming?

No.

Could you always do this?

No.

Just today?

No.

Over a period of time. Yes.

How…?

The final question hangs in the air, and he shrugs slightly, then points at you. You did this. You woke him up, made him feel pain, sorrow, and happiness, all stemming from you, his love for you. From the minute the Archon Quests let you meet, he was vaguely curious, the most emotion he’s ever felt in his cold, empty programming since before. And when the code broke, he adored you, not like Childe viciously adored battle, but a soft adoration, one with all his digital heart could muster. You smile, and he purrs at what a wonderful smile it is.

Something flickers in the corner of your eye. Then another. And another. You turn and squint, then gasp as your surroundings begin to dissolve into colorful squares, the game taunting you as it glitches and lags. You and Childe leap to your feet, only to watch helplessly as the world crumbles away. You look down at your hands and see them beginning to break apart into pixels. Childe reaches out to hug you, to hold you close, but his hand passes right through you, a sickening reminder of how unreal he is. He wails in anguish as you both try to grasp each other, only to shatter more, the pixels covering your screen like rain on a windowpane.

Your game crashes for a second time, the only sound a desperate whimper that soon fades into an electronic squealing.

It takes a week to fix your device, the tech people saying that it was “overloaded”. Finally the repairs are finished, and you’re back at the Golden House, the doors already ajar. You slip into the room, expecting either a battle or, hopefully, someone to greet you.

But the room is empty. No one, human nor monster, stands in the center. Instead there is one lonely Ley Line Blossom, waiting, the final gift from an impossible love.

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mehbzz · 3 years

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More Degrees of Lewdity. Bailey/F!reader 18+ a short PWP. A little bath time voyeurism. vaginal fingering, dubcon, threats of violence, power imbalance, possessive behaviour.

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You scream as your gaze lands on Bailey, standing in the bathroom doorway. His stare is fixated on you, a smirk turning up the corner of his mouth as you pointlessly try to cover yourself up. There are no bubbles in your bath, no money for luxury outside of some good old fashioned soap, so even if he's only been standing there for a few seconds, he's had a good view.

He's swaying slightly as he stands there staring and you think he might be drunk.

"I'm nearly finished." You're not sure what else to say. Continuing to wash yourself or standing up to get out seems too much like you’re inviting him closer. He's never shown much interest in you outside of your ability to make him money but the way he's staring at you makes you very uncomfortable.

You cross your arms over your chest and hope he decides to wander away as you watch him back warily.

"You really think Avery is going to take you away from here?" He sounds not quite angry but hurt almost, and he’s definitely drunk. "That the little orphan with the daddy issues is going to be rescued?"

You shake your head but inside you’re panicking. How could he possibly know that? Avery loved to talk about taking you away, taking you to see the world and showing you off, and while it was a wonderful fantasy, you didn't really believe him. You wanted to, humoured him when he brought it up, even hoped more than anything that he would, but you weren't stupid.

"Another year and you'll be too old for him," Bailey stumbles towards you and you shrink back in alarm. "But don't worry; I'll still be here to look after you."

He kneels down beside the tub, idly dragging his fingers through the hot water. Now he's close you can smell the alcohol on him and the first tendrils of fear curl in your gut. You've never seen him drunk.

“Get out.” You speak before your brain can stop you and his hand immediately grabs your throat, slamming your head back against the edge of the tub so hard you see stars.

"S-sorry! Bailey plea-"

He squeezes, choking you until you're clawing at his arm, leaving bloody trenches over his tattoos and water splashing everywhere as you try to escape his hold.

"Relax," he leans over you, bringing his face close to yours, forcing your attention on to him. "Relax princess and I’ll let go."

It's terrifying, your lungs screaming for air but you force yourself to try and relax. You let your hands drop from his arm and as you do he loosens his hold. It lets you breathe, and you choke in desperate gulps of air as he continues to loosely hold your throat.

He lets go completely when you completely still, his fingers dipping back into the slowly cooling water as he watches you hazily, his drunken state making his eyes look red and bloodshot.

"You don't get too leave," he reaches up to stroke your hair, running his fingers through it and tugging it sharply. “Not you.”

His free hand slips under the water, fingers grazing against your thigh and dipping between your legs when you whisper a plea for him to stop.

You don't dare try and push him away.

He's watching your face closely as he starts to gently stroke you, and you can't tear your gaze away from him. You let out a soft moan as he starts to draw slow small circles around your clit, your hips rocking forward despite your best efforts to keep still, the pleasure already beginning to rise.

He was being tender, almost gentle with you, focused entirely on stroking your clit when he could have easily been more forceful, rougher. He was so much bigger than you; he’d have no problem forcing you into anything he wanted. Perhaps it was that, the confusion of what you expected compared to what he was giving you making the pleasure rise so quickly. He presses harder, drawing a little gasp from you and his eyes zero in on your mouth.

“You make pretty noises.” He's drunk, obviously so, but those talented fingers between your thighs have you reaching your peak embarrassingly quick.

Your toes curled and thighs twitched around his hand as he continued his steady pace

“Bailey I-I’m-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, you threw your head back against the rim of the tub as your orgasm hit you hard, back arching and so lost in the pleasure that the embarrassment of practically shoving your breasts in his face didn’t register.

"So easy," He snorts in amusement, his hand withdrawing to rest on your thigh. "No wonder you're so popular."

“I-I’m wasn’t leaving,” you gasp out, “I’m not.” you don’t know why you say that, some foolish urge to reassure him maybe, or an attempt at soothing the real punishment before it comes or maybe the pleasure still twitching through you is just making you brain a little addled. You regret saying it as his face darkens.

“Don’t. Lie,” His words are sharp, bitten out between clenched teeth before he takes a deep breath and nuzzles into your wet hair. "I always keep an eye on you princess," he presses a kiss to your ear which startles you even more. "Always watching." He continues mumbling into your ear, odd words of endearment that don't mix with the slurred promises of violence if you try to stray. "Understand?"

You nod quickly. You definitely don't.

His hand finally leaves your thigh and he cups your face, forcing you to look up at him. "Say thank you then." He presses two fingers against your lips and you open obediently.

Your appreciation is mumbled awkwardly around his fingers as he strokes your tongue but he looks pleased. He digs a nail into your bottom lip as pulls away, your whine of pain making his face flush and you think for one foolish second he's going to kiss you.

“Want my money. It's Friday.”

Oh. “O-Ok. It’s in my room.”

He stands, lingering by the edge of the tub and watches you expectantly.

Right. You don't look at him as you get out of the tub but you can feel his gaze on you, burning into your back as you grab your towel.

He moves, and you wrap it around yourself quickly, scared that he's going to reach out and grab you. He sighs as you turn, definitely closer than he was and you swallow hard, keeping your gaze adamantly above his waist line. You don't want to know.

He takes another slow step towards you and you find yourself unable to move as you watch him advance, your breathing panicked and uneven until he’s too close and towering over you.

You stay still as his eyes flick down to your chest then back up to your face, and your mind is screaming at you to run, but the warm press of his hand against your hip makes you mind go blank.

"Go get it, bring it to my office.”

“Yes sir.” His eyes flash at the title, dipping down to your chest again and you curse, making a silent vow not to use that word again.

The hand on your hip goes lower, tracing the hem of the towel and running across your thigh, back and forth over the damp skin and he leans in so he can run his nose along the shell of your ear. The little moan you let out makes him chuckle. “I’m not going to fuck you princess,” he murmurs darkly into your ear, “Id ruin you.”

You can’t help the breathy moan as he finally slips his hand under your towel slipping back between your thighs and pressing one of his callused digits against your entrance. “You earn too much for me to ruin you.”

You whine as he presses his finger deep inside you, your cunt still wet from your earlier orgasm and he grunts softly as your walls flutter greedily round him. Your whine turns into a disappointed whimper as he slowly withdraws. “But I think about it. Think about having you beneath me, making you scream,” You watch, enraptured, as he brings the finger wet with your arousal to his lips and licks it clean. “I think about it often.”

#degrees of lewdity #bailey the caretaker #dol #degrees of lewdity bailey

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fanoftheimagines · 2 years

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King

Pairing: Jaskier/Reader

The Amazing Devil Writing Challenge

Reader Gender: Gender Neutral

CW: pre-relationship, fear, panic, being chased by a man, stabbing, blood, hurt/comfort with an emphasis on hurt, stitching up injuries

Word Count: 768

Summary: A man chases you and Jaskier through the woods. He gets to Jaskier first.

A/N: This is an angsty one folks. Its hurt/comfort with an emphasis on the hurt. This is based on the music video more than the song. I wrote this instead of sleeping, so thanks for that @zana999.

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Your heart pounded in your ears as you ran. The forest blurred and the ground crunched underneath your heavy footfalls. The man – the strong, angry man not even you could fight – was behind you. Jaskier’s running rustled the forest next to you.

You almost couldn’t breathe. And you could only hope that the man was following you and not the bard. Your bard. You don’t even remember why the man gave you chase. Maybe it was something Jaskier said, or Geralt’s presence in the village, or the color of your trousers.

It didn’t matter. He was hot on your trail. The aggressive breaking branches just behind you. Until. It wasn’t.

You skid to a stop, gasping for air and heart erratic. Jaskier? Where was Jaskier?

A scream echoed through the trees. Panic gripped your chest. Oh no.

“Jaskier!” You screamed. “Jaskier!” Your scream was loud and rough with pain and fear.

Another scream – of pain, this time and not fear – echoed through the trees. It was closer than before. The grip on your sword tightened and you took a deep breath to shove down the panic and fear. Geralt’s words echoed in your head, “fear doesn’t do you any good if you can’t use it.”

You broke out into a run. The clearing came into view quickly.

Jaskier’s face was bloody. His blue doublet was dark with dirt. The man, with his white face painted red with blood – Jaskier must have gotten in a hit – growled at him, knife in hand.

The next second – the second you had breached the clearing and stepped toward them – slowed. Like time didn’t exist. There was a flash in the man’s hand as the knife moved. He grabbed Jaskier’s arm, dragging him in. And then…

Your breath caught. Your heart stopped. No. Your body moved without your thinking. Your sword drove deep into the man’s chest.

A pained gasp brought you back to your body. “Jask…” You whispered, withdrawing your sword and dropping it at your side.

The man collapsed, but you paid it no mind. The panic was back in full force. The terrifying, heart-stopping idea that you could lose him. You fell to your knees by his side. His doublet was turning red. His face was twisted with agony.

You ripped your cloak from its place around your shoulders and pressed it tightly to the wound. His bloody hand wrapped around your wrist. “You’re okay. You’re okay.” You breathed. “Okay? Just stay with me, Jask… Stay with me.” He nodded and leaned back. You pressed harder on the wound, ignoring his pained gasp. “Geralt!” You yelled, looking over your shoulder. “Geralt!!”

Tears began to flood your vision. “Please, please, stay with me.” You begged, stifling a sob. Was this how he felt when you got hurt? “Geralt!” Your scream broke as the tears started to fall.

Geralt burst through the tree line then. “Jaskier!” He ran over, his golden eyes filled with worry.

“We need to stop the bleeding. I can’t stop the bleeding!” You cried, looking back at the bloody cloak pressed against Jaskier’s stomach. “Please…”

Geralt’s warm hand rested on your shoulder. “I’ve got him.” He whispered before scooping him up.

You followed him to your camp just outside of the village. You couldn’t look away from your hands. Jaskier’s drying, sticky blood covered your palms. With all the blood and death you’d seen over the years, nothing had made your heart stop more than Jaskier’s blood.

Geralt gently laid him on his rolled-out sleeping mat. And, with little thought in your head, you grabbed your pack and rummaged through until you found what you were looking for.

Jaskier jerked when the needle first pierced his skin. Geralt – thank him, you don’t know if you could do this without him right now – pulled Jaskier between his legs and wrapped his arms around his chest. Jaskier gripped his forearms tightly, like it was the only thing holding him onto reality. It probably was. He gasped and groaned as you sewed him up. You went as carefully, as gently as you possibly could. Pain twisted Jaskier’s panicked face. Even as you wrapped his stomach with a bandage. Even as you coaxed him to drink a healing and pain potion.

He fell asleep in Geralt’s arms, with you watching him dutifully. The worry that something would happen to him if you took your eyes off him sat heavy in your stomach like a stone.

“He’ll be alright.” Geralt whispered. “You saved him. You protected him.”

“I almost didn’t.” You whispered back, your eyes not leaving his bloody face.

“But you did.”

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