#they always occur in his favor anyways

[zoandreez]

just for you ੈ✩‧₊˚

pairing: ao'nung x metkayina!reader

summary: ao'nung had always been the snarky one, closed off and immature to anyone who crossed his path. and of course, he was never like this with you. but why?

word count: 1.7k exactly

warning: fluff

a/n: ao'nung lowk a bitch but its ok cus hes my little cutie

you and tsireya had known each other since you were little, your families being incredibly close. the two of you made amazing memories when you were little.

you would run along the beach with the tide came in, picking up shells that would wash up and assort them into necklaces and bracelets for friends and family. you would race to the water to see who could hold their breath longer, but you would always let tsireya win so you could secretly take some of her shell stash.

however, you were seemingly only this openly social with tsireya, as when anyone else came around you were completely silent. your mother and ronal were aware of this, and to attempt to ease your social anxiety, would drag ao'nung along with your adventures.

and of course, as any "too-cool-for-his-younger-sister-and-her-annoying-friends" older brother would be, he was averse to this idea completely. not like he had a choice.

so here he was, dragging his feet along as you and tsireya ran out to the shore once again.

he would complain and groan about how him and roxto could be hunting, even though he was nine (what is he hunting at nine?? nothing. he's just a little penisface.) he would sigh and roll his eyes when tsireya begged him to get in the water with the two of you, but reluctantly did anyways.

he would scoff when the two of you would whisper and giggle to each other, and chase you in the water when you and tsireya suprise ambushed him.

and of course, he would never admit it, but he was starting to enjoy his adventures with you two. and you were too. you would catch him putting together the seashells you three would gather, but he would deny it and throw them somewhere.

eventually, you began to be just as social as tsireya was. and even though tonowari wasn't too open to the idea of ao'nung, a (in his opinion) horrible impression, around the anti-social caterpillar you were, it actually proved him wrong. the two of you developed a quick crush on each other, both oblivious to it.

as the three of you (and eventually roxto) got older, your anti-social and polite qualities seemed to blend with ao'nungs loud and crude attitude he held so highly. however, you had never seen it. it was like he was calmer around you. and you hadn't even noticed. somehow, it never crossed your mind when his friends were teasing you and ao'nung quickly put them in their place, and your cheeks flushed with admiration. when he would walk you to your marui at night after late night swims and relaxing on the beach, even when you napped together in the forest behind the pods to sleep with the stars, it not once occured to you that he genuinely cared for you.

not even when you heard other metkayina talking about ao'nungs behavioral improvement since when he was a kid, going from cocky and dense, to a bit more opening and well-tempered, ever since he met you.

it had only once crossed your mind. the sully family had arrived, and the crowd shifted as you and ao'nung made your way through. roxto was already here, and immediately the two started poking fun. tsireya was just arriving as you yanked at his tail, making him stumble back a bit. "leave them alone," you said under your breath as the two sully boys looked in your direction.

something had clicked in your mind after that. instead of the common snarky comment he would say to anyone else who would check him, he fell silent, furrowing his eyebrows at the sullys. his cheeks were a slightly darker shade. it was different. his silence was louder than the ikran screeching, or the metikayan whispering, because it was new.

he wasn't fond of your direct affection to the sully's. and he wasn't exactly favoring how you treated the eldest.

neteyam.

you would look at him the same way tsireya looked at lo'ak, eyes full of wonder. and he could tell he was looking at you the same way, everytime his cheeks flushed or you giggled at something he said.

you would stay late on the beach side, teaching neteyam the sign language of the metkayina, and everytime the lesson that was "just a lesson" went too long, he would walk onto the beach and call you over.

"tsireya needs you." it was a new excuse every time.

"your mom said its time for dinner."

"neteyam, your three-fingered sister was calling for you." (you scolded him for this comment. "you shouldn't refer to his siblings as if they have three or four fingers, ao.")

if you would help him focus on his breathing or his ilu riding a bit too close for his liking, ao'nung would glare in neteyams direction, or sling an arm around you before saying something rude about their tails, or their eyes, or their arms. as much as you appreciated his touch, you would hiss and smack the hand dangling off your shoulder. "be nice, ao." he would look at you before scoffing, and staring at neteyam once more before getting off you.

one day, you were sitting underwater with kiri and tsireya, working on her breathing and signing, when she signed something that caught your eye.

"hey, how come ao'nung is only calm with you?"

tsireya quickly turned to you and signed an "i told you!"

tsireya was always able to tell when something was off with ao'nung. whenever you were near him, his hard gaze would soften slightly, his shit-eating grin turning to more of an actual smile. whenever you scolded him, he wouldn't take it as a joke, and would genuinely see it as being lectured by his mother. there was a sparkle of frustration in his eye whenever he did something wrong around you, and yet you never saw it.

so when ao'nung had came to tsireya and confessed his feelings for you, she thought nothing different but to mock him with a series of "oooos," before finally helping him.

she gave him a series of tips, which he was not able to keep up with. he would try his best though, because his one goal was to keep you happy, and he wouldn't his attitude, "invisible" jealousy, or that freak sully boy (doesn't sound like invisible jealousy to me) get in the way of that.

walking to your marui one day, you saw ao'nung sitting inside, tracing things into the floor of the pod with your dagger.

"ao?" you said, walking up to him.

"oh, hey." he said, a faint smile on his face. "got you something." he said, holding up a necklace. the shells were small, and familiar. suddenly, it clicked in your head.

"no way! are these the shells from when we were little?"

"mhm. took me forever to find, so be greatful-" he said before you pulled him into a hug.

"thanks, ao." you said, smiling into his chest. he was glad you weren't directly looking at him to see his flushed cheeks, because he would never live that down. he held you for a moment, before replying.

"no problem. nothing that skinny sully boy could do anyways," he mumbled.

"ao'nung, we need to talk about that." he looked at you, eyes widened a little. you never call him ao'nung, unless its something serious. he thought for a moment, before cursing under his breath.

("you shouldn't let neteyam get under your skin, she's just teaching him," tsireya said many times, and yet he still couldn't stand him.)

"fine."

"what is up with you and neteyam? me and tsireya have been nothing but nice to the sullys, but you just shut it down every time."

"i just don't get great energy from him."

"you don't get great energy from anyone!" you protested.

"i see how he looks at you." he said, leaning in, a bit angered.

"and everyone sees how you look at me." you blurted out, not even realizing the words that left your mouth until they already had. this stunned both you and ao'nung.

"what are you talking about?"

the thing is, you had no clue what you were talking about. you were just talking, frustrated with how ao'nung was reverting back to his previous ways as the sully family came to stay.

you were going off of what you heard from the clan, tsireya, and kiri. that counts as everybody. how they saw him look at you with hearts in his eyes. they saw the shame filling his body like a waterfall whenever you looked at him after he got into another fight with lo'ak.

"the way you look at me like you would drop everything for me, like i have you wrapped around my finger." you said.

"because you do," ao'nung said.

you said nothing as you comprehended the words that just left his mouth. you looked him in his pale blue eyes as he attempted to keep his composure from what he had just said. he was going to be olo'eyktan. why was he so embarrassed confessing his feelings to a simple girl?

"what are you saying?"

then it hit him. it was because you weren't simple. you were special. the way your fangs glimmered in the light everytime you smiled at him when he would crack a non-rude joke for once. your eyes sparkling just like the sea, squinting everytime you were frustrated with something new. the way your eyes relieved themselves when he would join in to help you, everything about you was special to him.

"i like you, what do you mean 'what are you saying?'" he mocked you, earning a playful smack on his knee.

"you just love to mock me."

"and i would just love to do this," he said, leaning in. your faces were inches from each other, as he hovered over you slightly. his fingers were grazing your chin as he looked you in your eyes, your soul, before looking down at your lips.

"can i kiss you?" he whispered.

you said nothing for a moment, before nodding as he cupped your chin and pulled you into a long anticipated kiss.

a/n: ew people kissing gross

#avatar #avatar the way of water #aonung x reader #ao’nung x reader #na'vi x reader #aonung x metkayina!reader #ao'nung x metkayina!reader #fluff

[dilfartist]

Yandere Librarian Gale Dekarios

TW: Blackmail, stalking, dark themes, yandere themes, mentions of objectification, Gale is kind of a creep, Gale has a small shrine of you, heavy topics, possessiveness.

Reader description; Female/GN

Not proofread/proofread

After a while, life as a professor had begun to bore Gale. Magic is a passion of his and will never not be, but Gale yearned for more. As much as Gale enjoyed the little flashbacks of his childhood from how many accidental fires and ruined rooms at the university occurred; they were beginning to become too much. Gale found solace in silence. Back then, when Gale locked himself in his tower with every second of his life near the end, he enjoyed the stillness of his room, book in hand. So when the local library in Waterdeep required a new librarian on the weekends, Gale immediately decided to fill the role.

Gale had worked there for at least three months to test the waters and see how he felt about the job and his schedule. In that short period, he felt confident and decided to keep his job as a librarian.

Gale memorized each customer's face. Riley, the drow with white hair and pink tips at the ends, enjoyed books on nature, and her cat recently had kittens. Aoth, a human fighter part of the flaming fist, only checked out books on the history of Baldur's Gate training since he was still being trained and wanted to do his job right. Then there was Emily, the dwarf who only had time to visit the library on Tuesdays and didn’t stick around to chat with Gale. Then there was you. You were new around here, not only in the library but Waterdeep in general. Gale had seen you searching the shelves a few times but never had the pleasure of speaking with you. You didn't check out anything anyway. You merely looked through the books and then took your leave.

On one particular day, you decide to check out a book. You sauntered over to the main desk where Gale organized the recently returned books. Gale noticed you and smiled. You greeted each other then Gale took the novel you wanted to check out.

“Ah, I’ve read this a couple of times myself. Never gets old.”

You nod in agreement with a smile. Something about you seemed off. You looked on edge, your eyes avoiding Gales and you being awkward. You left after Gale stamped the first page of your book, informing you that it would need to be returned in two weeks.

You started taking home books more often after the encounter, becoming less awkward with the wizard with each interaction. Until one visit, you gained the courage to ask, “You’re Gale Dekarios, aren’t you?” Gale smiles and nods, “I suppose you’ve heard the tale of how I saved Baulder’s gate or my, uh, former condition.” You nod, “I’ve heard many stories of your amazing abilities or just stories of you in general.” Saying Gale was flattered was a bit of an understatement. From there on you and Gale started to chat. The conversation lasted so long that you had to step to the side for irritated customers to check their books out.

You became a favorite customer of Gale’s, possibly the number one. You came by the library more often, always starting a conversation with Gale that would last a bit too long. Not that Gale minded. Gale enjoyed your presence. Most customers would indulge in small talk for a little while and then awkwardly step away after too long, but you stayed and made great conversation.

Gale found himself feeling the same feeling he had with Mystra, the sick puppy love that caused him to be at her every command. The same love that nearly caused him to blow himself to pieces to have her favor again. However, there was something different. While, yes, Gale’s thoughts when with Mystra were mostly of her, his thoughts were consumed by you. Gale thought of it a bit strange but passed it off as possibly meeting his missing part.

Gale’s obsession deepened when you began when you became distant. Your visits to the library have begun to decline in the usual amount. Gale grew worried but told himself you were simply busy with life. When you finally visited the library to drop off a novel you’d been reading, Gale asked about your whereabouts. You grinned and told Gale of the new guy you’ve been going out with recently. Gale could swear his heart dropped down to the pit of his stomach. His smile faltered, and his skin drained of all color, leaving him pale. Gale played it off somehow, and you left vowing to visit your favorite friend more often. Gale felt so hurt. Even angry. Of course not at you, he felt angered by the man courting you. Besides you probably were being polite- that’s just how you are! If Gale gained the confidence to finally court you, you’d say yes out of politeness, and after a while, he’d show you why you ought to choose him as your eternal lover.

Though Gale isn’t proud of this, he has stalked you and your...lover- or could you even call the man that?! The man is too touchy for Gale's liking. He hates to suggest anything improper but the man’s eyes don’t linger on your face much, more on your body. Gale isn’t like that. He adores every part of you, body and soul.

Gale has impulses sometimes. He wants desperately to sneak off with a thing of yours. Of course, he is horrified by these thoughts. No gentleman acts this way to a lady. Despite the urge to walk over and grab the hair tie that dropped from your wrist and pocket it for himself, maybe even use it on himself to tie his hair. That hasn't stopped him from sneaking away with a quill that fell from your bag that he uses constantly.

When you and your...”lover” decide to date, Gale is more than upset. Gale puts a plan into action to separate you too. Sends a few letters to you in your lover's handwriting calling you names. However, it isn’t random insults but rather insults he’s heard from your lover himself said behind your back. When you confront him about the letters, your lover is only baffled you know what he had said, so he thinks twice before responding, which only makes him look worse.

If that isn’t enough, Gale has other ways. Gale sends notes to his subordinates with blackmail on him and some dirty lies. The ruined reputation causes your lover stress. The stress develops into a short fuse that later causes many fights between the two of you. In the end, you couldn't handle all of the negativity and decided to break off the relationship.

You return to the library with your head hanging low. You attempt to greet Gale without your sorrows peeking through. However, Gale was very observant. He gently asks what’s worrying you. Gale is so comforting with his presence, words, and all. You explain your situation to him, to which he listens attentively.

“Don’t worry, (Name). There are many men out there waiting to be there for you. Keep looking, sometimes true love is in plain sight.”

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[cavity-exe]

Kiss me Animal

This has been in my drafts way too long with me very slowly updating it. I haven't written in a long time and this is honestly super self indulgent. I just need more plus size readers with Brian in my life

Warnings- Reader is described to have tits and cunt and is called pretty girl. P in V, praise kink, Brian definitely being ooc and a simp for soft chubby girls, fight me. I think that's it, I tried to make it friendly for all the plus sized girlies to read so if I missed any warnings or unfriendlies just lemme know :3

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It'd been a long day

A really long fucking day, anything that could have went wrong absolutely did. Brian sighed as he kicked off his boots, the soles making a heavy thunk as they hit the wooden floor. He flopped back onto their old couch, arms resting on top of it as his head leaned back. A hand wiped down over his face as he let out a groan recalling all the events that had occurred today.

It was supposed to be a simple mission really, take out two people and wipe up any evidence the two had gathered. This sort of thing shouldn't have even required all three of them, and yet it was the messiest job they'd done in a long while. Tim triggered the back door alarm which could have worked in their favor if they had known where in the house the victims were, they didn't. A chair got taken to the back of Tim's head collectively knocking him out for a bit. Of all things Toby had to be threatened with was a blow torch, the fire of course freaking him out and causing him to stumble into Brian.

Another groan left the man as he shook his head, cringing at just how clumsy all three of them had been. Of course they did what needed to be done, but the drive back was tense as fuck with the other two being royally pissed off about how everything had gone down.

Brian was over the whole thing, wanting to just let it roll off his back and move on with his day. The blonde lazily sat up, throwing his hoodie off and onto a chair as he walked into the cabins little kitchenette. It was almost a surprise to see someone else there, forgetting for a quick moment that it wasn't just him and the other two men in the cabin anymore. He eyed you as you didn't seem to notice his presence, which wouldn't be the first time for Brian anyways. You'd been here for a few months, the operator unfortunately having taken a liking to you and directing you to their cabin of all areas.

Brian's eyes washed over your plump form, it looked like you had just rolled out of bed, hair unkempt and a loose t-shirt falling off your shoulder. His eyes went lower, a tight lil pair of black shorts were hugging your ass and chubby thighs. He hated those tiny little shorts, though you obviously seemed to love them since you wore them so God damn often. Maybe if you hadn't Brian would have talked to you more, no excuses for his mind or eyes to start wandering, though even he knew that was a lie. The man still couldn't hold conversation with you even when out doing work, and you wore cargo pants for fucks sake.

Brian looked off to the side, not wanting to be a creep as he cleared his throat to get your attention. It seemed like that was always his goal though, not wanting to appear as some sort of creep to you. It annoyed him to no end, he was the smooth talker out of their group, if they had to talk to a victim he was the first to go without a problem.

"Hey, how'd it go?". You didn't turn to face him as he walked up to the counter, pouring himself a mug of coffee. Glancing at your face, you almost looked annoyed with the slight pout and furrowed eyebrows.

"It uh, definitely could've gone better, the other two went out to go cool off from it actually". You looked over to him amused, sipping at your own mug with a nod, eyes slipping down him for a brief second before quickly looking away.

"You alright? Look like you been sleeping all day, and doesn't look like it was a good sleep". He let out a soft chuckle, at the grimace that came over your face with a shake of your head.

"Yeah I'm alright, though sleeping would've been much more accomplishing honestly". You sighed out while setting your mug in the sink. Brian raised an eyebrow at that, more accomplishing?

Watching you walk out of the kitchen, his eyes trailed down once again, before letting out a cough to himself and looking away.

This was usually how it went since you started staying with the three of them. Sure the two of you had held a few conversations late at night on the couch, but you just seemed to hold much longer talks with Tim and Toby, Tim of all people? Brian felt like he was honestly losing his touch. With a sigh he rolled onto his back, thick comforter shifting underneath him as he stared at the ceiling. His body shifted as his mind easily wandered to past images of your body, his hand going over his face at how easily worked up he seemed to be lately. Maybe he just needed a good fuck?

Though, when even was the last time he got laid? Too long apparantly as he groaned trying to remember before slipping a hand down his sweats. He let out a huff as he wrapped a fist around his half hard cock, immediately an image of those tiny black shorts coming to mind.

He swallowed thickly as he slowly pumped up and down, wetting his bottom lip as he imagined your soft thighs spilling out of fabric. How they dug into your flesh when you sat on the couch across from him. He loved how when you sat down the soft skin of your tummy bunched up over your hip and spilled out of whatever bottoms you had on. He let out a low groan, imagining how soft you'd feel against him, thumb running over the head of his cock, smearing the drip of precum over his member.

His head tilts back against the pillow, a soft wet slap being heard around the room. He let's out a grunt, imagining the jiggle of your ass as you ran in front of him, fuck if only co-

Knock, knock knock

Eyes snapped open at the light rap on his door, an annoyed low grunt leaving him as he tucked himself back into his sweats. Trudging to the door and opening it, about to give whoever it was a fuck off.

"H-hey, um sorry I know it's late."

The annoyed look on Brian's face quickly fell, suddenly aware of how his sweats hugged around his crotch he leaned himself away from the door frame as best as he could.

"Oh no don't worry about it, I wasn't asleep anyways. Did you need something?" He smiled down at you as calmly as he could trying to appear as relaxed as he could. He scanned your body as quickly as he could, fuck you had another pair of those damn shorts? Another color but it didn't matter, you were at his door in those tight lil things with a snug tank top on. He gulped slightly as he watched your chest rise and fall, watching how your flesh threatened to spill out over the fabric. How it hugged your soft sides and hips and waist and holy fuck he could see your hard nipples clearly through it.

"You have a bad staring problem, yknow that Brian?."

Hazel eyes snapped back up to your face that held a small smile. Brian felt his face heat up as he coughed into his fist.

"Fuck sorry, could you repeat yourself? Maybe I'm more tired than I thought". Playing it off with a chuckle as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, stepping closer to him and into the door frame.

"I'm not that oblivious, you know that right?" Your hand came up to rest on his chest with a playful smile. Brian had to stare at you for a few seconds, feeling the warmth of your hand on his bare skin had his head reeling.

The next few moments were a blur of you getting tugged into the bedroom, big hands gripping at the soft flesh on your hips. Your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him into a kiss had Brian almost melting, pushing you against his door as he felt you up. Surprised as soft lips moved against his own excitedly.

It felt like Brian couldn't touch enough of you, wanting more of your soft flesh to squish between his fingers. A low groan left him as you tugged at his bottom lip, his hand pulling your thigh up to wrap around his hips. A shudder went through him as you ground yourself against his lap.

Lips trailed down your soft jaw and neck, his hands going lower to squeeze at your ass while he sucked just above your collar. The soft whimpers leaving your parted lips every time he sucked on your skin had him grinding himself back against you.

"Fuck pretty girl, don't know how long I've wanted to feel you like this." He pulled away from your marked neck. A hand was brought up to your face and he let out an amused hum at the warmth coming from your cheeks. You let out a little pant before smiling at him.

"I should've shown up at your door late at night a lot sooner then huh? I guess I just didn't ever wanna interrupt your lil one on one times with yourself." You had a sly smile as you scrunched your nose up at him. Brian dropped his head with a slight chuckle, quickly gripping your other thigh and hoisting you up. He let out a laugh at the the yelp that came out of you.

"What a fucking tease, you knew all this time and didn't even wanna help a guy out? Maybe I should just leave you high and dry tonight then." He gave you a serious stare but it was a fucking lie. There was no way Brian was gonna choose not to sink into your soft form and watch you come undone. Annoyingly you seemed to already know that as you smiled at him.

"Just take me to the bed already, we both know thats not happening".

Brian could have said something sarcastic but did as told anyway, sitting on the edge of the bed so you were perched on his lap all pretty. His hands couldn't help but find place on your soft hips, thick fingers sinking into the doughy skin. His fingers found the fabric of your shorts, tugging them down and off of you, a small smirk forming on his lips at the sight of the pretty little thong you had on underneath.

You rested your hands on his chest, gliding them up and down the bare skin before dragging down to the top of his sweatpants.

Brian had to hold back a groan as you shifted against him. A sigh leaving him as you held onto his shoulders, his own hands tugging you closer as you ground into him. Half lidded eyes glanced up to your face, lips parted and your eyes downcast as you watched yourself move against him.

He felt like he was a in a haze as he watched you, hands gripping onto you like they never wanted to let go. He brought a hand up to your jaw, tilting your head so he could kiss your lips. Brian guided your hand back to his sweats, letting you tug them down to let his cock out. A sigh left him through his nose as you got right back to grinding against him, his cock catching on your damp panties every so often. A low chuckle goes through his chest at the sound of your whines, reaching a finger down to tug your panties aside. Rough hands gripped tightly onto your hips, beginning to guide your movements as his cock slid back and forth between your wet folds, the tip of his cock bumping against your clit every so often.

You found yourself on your back suddenly, head sinking down into a pillow as you blinked up at the blonde. It almost seemed predatory how he hovered over you, flushed lips panting as his eyes raked over your form. His hand almost smacks down onto your thigh with how rough he grips it, watching the fat squeeze through his fingers before moving your thighs apart and moving himself inbetween them.

Brian gulped as he watched your chest rise and fall underneath him, the way you looked laying there had his head racing with too many scenarios of everything he wanted to do to you.

"Please?". Just one word had him almost losing it, he'd imagined himself teasing you until you couldn't take it anymore countless times, but right now he couldn't seem to find the patience. Brian has to almost hold back a groan as he grips his cock, pushing it against your wet hole a few times before finally sinking in. The whine that leaves you has him huffing out a laugh as he catches his breath, grip tight on your hips as he lets you adjust.

It's truly a sight to see for Brian, thighs spread open around him, tank top bunched up on top of your soft tummy, the fabric stretched to the side and letting your tits almost spill out. He watched as your hands came up to paw at his chest, a lopsided grin forming on his lips as you mouthed his name. He didn't need anymore than that to start quickly putting into you, a grunt and a pant leaving him every few thrusts.

"Feel so soft under me pretty girl, fuck, just like I imagined." Rough hands squeezed at your thighs and hips, trailing up to your tummy despite the whines leaving you.

"Really don't understand how many times I've thought about fucking this soft cunt, so fuckin warm and tight and so god damn wet. Do you hear the filthy sounds your little cunt is making for me?." One of his hands left your thighs, coming up to grip your jaw in his hand so you could look up at him, smiling down at you like the cocky fuck he is. It felt like words were stuck in the back of your throat as he fucked you, your mouth opening a few times but no more than a moan leaving you. He grins with a harsh pant, hand leaving your jaw as it reaches down to suddenly tug at your nipple, a yelp leaving you.

"Oh I knew you could still talk, come on pumpkin, wanna hear you. Gotta use your big girl words for me."

The way he was talking to you was certainly doing something to you, talking in that sweet loving tone, his words drawn out, and yet it felt like he was mocking you. A louder moan leaves you as he moves to grip one of your thighs, holding it up against his hip so he can fuck into you deeper.

"Come on, tell me how it feels won't you baby?."

Fast pants and whimpers are leaving you before you can finally get your words to work. "S'feels good! Feels good Brian!."

He can't help but almost laugh at how whiny it comes out, rutting into you faster as he leans down against you.

"Aw atta girl, I knew you could do it pumpkin." The whine that leaves you before hiding your face into his shoulder is enough to make him finally laugh. Still gripping onto your thigh he slows down his pace, feeling himself getting worked up just a little too fast. He leans down just a bit more next to your ear, breathy voice the only other thing you can focus on other than his cock.

"You like when I call you sweet lil names huh sweetheart? Can't hide it with the cute sounds you make everytime I call you something. Is that all I need to do to get you to listen and talk to me hm? Call you baby, pumpkin or tell you just how good you are for me?."

Brian was really just rambling at this point, the slow drag of his cock slipping in and out of your warm cunt had his head feeling hazy. He was barely registering the way your nails slowly dug into his shoulders the more he talked.

"Don't worry baby, you can be my good girl every night." Finally leaning back up, he holds your cheek in his hand, taking a deep breath as he picks his pace back up again. He watches tears well up in your eyes, how warm your cheek is against his hand from embarrassment was going straight to his cock. His lips were on yours suddenly, the kiss messy and wet with drool seeping down your lips. Eyes were half lidded, watching the other before Brian pulled away, thumb coming up to swipe the drool back into your mouth. A heavy pant left him as he sunk his thumb into your mouth, resting it on your tongue as he groaned. He kept it there as his thrusts became short and quick.

"Need to feel you cum around me pretty girl, wanna watch you make a complete mess of yourself." Fingers slipped down in-between the both of you, two fingers coming down to your clit and rubbing in slow small circles. The arch in your back had him speeding up his fingers, grin never leaving his face as he watched your eyes screw shut.

"Fu-fuck, I-."

"Go ahead sweetheart, lemme feel you." Just one more sweet little name was all you needed apparently as you let out a whiny moan, thighs shuddering in his grasp. Both hands came to grip your waist as he grunted, quick curses leaving him before he was spilling into you.

Your hand ran over your forehead and layed above you as you panted, staring up at the ceiling as you listened to the blonde pant beside you. You glanced over at him, arm laying over his chest as he seemed to also be in a daze. Watching his Adams apple bob as he swallowed before glancing over at you too. The boyish smile that formed on his lips was enough for you as you smiled back.

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Comments super appreciated cause I really wanna get back into writing, especially for marble hornets. Also yes this is set in an AU where they work for the operator, I'm sorry but it's easy and I'm dumb for them

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[bisexual-thoughtss]

Thomas Thorne x Reader

Maybe it was one too many shows you’d watched about flipping houses, but when Alison had called and asked if you wanted to help restore the historical house she’d inherited, you were on the next train.

It hasn’t been easy, with the countless setbacks you all seem to be encountering, but you all persist anyway. The biggest shock was after Alison came home from the hospital and started seeing ghosts, obviously you and Mike were a little lost at first, but it’s become a part of the routine at this point. Although you do both occasionally pout that you don’t get to see to them too. You still talk to them since you know they can hear you, you just can’t ever be sure if you’re taking in the right direction.

The ghosts will interact with you on occasion, usually Julian moving something next to you or typing on your laptop, the occasional cold gust of air or that prickly ‘something just brushed by you’ sensation.

But when you bring this up to Mike he seems confused.

“What d’you mean? Julian, yeah, but I’ve never had any of the other stuff happen,” he frowns.

“Huh, maybe I’m just imagining things,” you tell him, but you’re definitely going to ask Alison.

You find her in the kitchen on her laptop with papers spread around her, but she doesn’t seem to be getting much work done.

“Hey, quick ghost question?” You ask, settling down in the next chair. You don’t realize, but Kitty, Thomas, and Pat are gathered around behind you and they perk up at this. Alison gestures for you to go on so you explain what you’ve been feeling in the house.

“Huh, that’s strange,” she says slowly and you figure the ghosts must be talking when she stares past you, nodding. You wait while she has a brief conversation with the ghosts.

Unbeknownst to you, Thomas has been spouting poetry about you since the day you showed up, and today is no exception as he paces behind you, gesturing grandly as he goes. He doesn’t notice, but one of his hands grazes your neck and you shiver.

“See, there it was again!” You gasp, rubbing your neck where it tingles.

“Interesting,” she laughs as Thomas freezes, looking shocked.

“Oh I want to try!!” Kitty squeals, promptly trying to touch you. She shakes her head vehemently, hand over her mouth as the usual nauseous feeling occurs.

“Must just be you then, mate,” Pat tells Thomas who is still frozen in shock.

“Go on, try again,” Alison encourages the empty air behind you and you wait for the feeling again. Thomas reaches out with a shaking hand, fingers lightly brushing your arm.

“Can they all do that?” You ask, shivering again at the feeling of ghostly fingertips against your skin.

“No.. just Thomas,” Alison smirks as Thomas’ cheeks flame red.

“Huh,” you murmur, “interesting.”

This revelation doesn’t change much in your daily life, other than you giving the occasional “Hello, Thomas” with a smile when you feel him touch you. It’s always very polite, just a tap on your shoulder or a touch to your hand to let you know he’s there. Occasionally you talk to him even though you can’t see or hear him, just telling him about your day. One day Alison sees you doing this and she swears she’s never seen Thomas sit so still and calm, staring at you with rapt attention as you speak. She notices after this that Thomas’ insistent wooing towards her has entirely stopped, in favor of being in the same room as you. She’s certainly not going to question it, lest he start up on her again.

Thomas finds you in the library one day, eyes roaming the titles of different books. He watches as your fingers trace along the spines as you decide which to choose. He tells you his favorites even though he knows you can’t hear him, and his heart soars when you pick up a Regency era novel. One he’s read!

You’ve always had Pride and Prejudice on your list of books you wanted to read, you just hadn’t gotten to it yet. Suddenly you feel a rapid series of taps against your hand.

“Hello, Thomas,” you smile, looking towards where you think he must be.

“What was all that about? Is this a bad choice?” You ask, before you realize he can’t answer you.

“Hm.. how about you tap once for yes and twice for no?” You ask him, waiting for a response. A single tap against your hand makes you smile.

“Perfect! Is this a bad choice?” You ask, receiving two taps.

“Oh, so that was excitement then? Because it’s a good choice?” One tap. You laugh.

“Would you like the read it with me?” You ask and he responds with one tap.

He longs to be able to respond with more than just a yes or no. To tell you that he thinks it’s a marvelous choice, a book he’d liked very much when he was alive, and that he’d love nothing more than to read it with you, but he supposes a simple yes will have to do.

You settle into the plush couch, assuming that he’s sat beside you, and flip open the book.

“Let me know when I should flip the page,” you tell him, and he responds with a tap. You like this new little method of communication you’ve come up with, but you do wish you could actually talk to him.

Thomas spends his time watching you as you read, tapping your hand when it seems like you’re finished with the page. He can’t seem to focus on the words, instead watching your expressions when you read. The way your nose crinkles when something is funny, or how your eyes widen when you’re surprised.

“Mr. Bingley seems sweet,” you murmur, almost to yourself. This thrills Thomas, as he knows he’s much more like Bingley than Darcy. After all, aloof and stoic are certainly not words anyone would use to describe Thomas Thorne.

This becomes a ritual for the two of you, reading the book together a few chapters at a time whenever you get a chance. But the list of projects that need to get done sooner rather than later has certainly gotten longer, and it’s been a while since you’ve gotten to read with Thomas. Especially with the hopeful wedding bookings, you’ve all been busier than ever trying to quickly get the house in order. Today the ghosts are driving Alison mad while you and Mike are trying desperately to clear the garden for the potential wedding client that Martin is bringing back this afternoon. Alison has briefly distracted them with the laptop, buying you some time to get some work done before another ghost interruption.

This is short lived however, when Alison tells Mike to stop digging, clearly having a conversation with one of the ghosts. They go back and forth until she suggests clearing the other side of the garden. You both groan, knowing that’s definitely the worst side of the garden, but you head over there anyway. After an hour, both you and Mike are sweating up a storm and you decide to take a break. You both shed your layers that are starting to get too hot and Mike hands you a cola, making you laugh when he opens his and it explodes a bit.

Little do you know Fanny has been watching him the entire time, and tucked in a doorway (hidden even from Fanny) Thomas has been watching you, mouth agape. He runs away with a squeak when you lift up the hem of your shirt to wipe the sweat from your brow.

You all figure you’ll just pile up the waste to deal with later and continue to clear the garden now. After more of the branches are cleared, you discover a statue hidden amongst the brush.

“How are we going to move that?!” Alison gapes. Mike suggests breaking it up but none of you really like the idea and suddenly Alison starts talking to a ghost and from what you can hear, you’re pretty sure that’s out of the question now anyway. Alison’s conversation with the ghosts provides a bit of a rest before you have to figure out how to move the statue. All three of you try different ways of lifting it, but even with all of you it’s far too heavy. Mike kicks the stone in frustration and immediately falls over in pain. You laugh at their arguing before flopping down on the ground next to them in defeat. You all lay there in mutual misery for awhile before Alison breaks the silence you’re wallowing in.

“I’m so done with this,” she groans.

“No, you know what? We’ve cleared loads! I’ll get rid of the garden waste and we’ll make the best of it,” Mike rallies and you and Alison agree. You help her up off the ground before she’s promptly pulled into another ghost conversation. You watch as Mike lights the branches you’d cleared up into a bonfire to get rid of them and help him toss more on the pile. Suddenly Alison is shouting at you both to get back, and you see Mike running before it sinks in that you need to run as well. You’re slower than Mike, a small piece of debris hitting you in the head and knocking you down. Once you hit the ground you cover your head, just in case anything else might still be flying.

“Oh my god!” You hear Alison shout, her footsteps running toward you.

“Are you alright?!” She helps you off the ground, your other hand clutched to your head where it throbs.

“Brilliant,” you groan. You open your eyes but the light seems so blindingly bright, you’re instantly covering them with your hand.

“I’m alright, just take me inside. Get through this first, then we’ll worry about me, I’m okay I promise,” you tell her. She doesn’t sound convinced, but she leads you inside anyway.

“Somewhere dark,” you add, “my head is splitting.”

She sits you down on the sofa in the library, turning the lights off before she leaves. You crack an eye open and blessedly, the only light is from the dim rays of sun coming through the mostly closed curtains. Alison runs back in to hand you an ice pack before going to deal with Martin. You press the pack to your head and it relieves the worst of the throbbing quickly, but you still keep your eyes shut against the light. You briefly spare a thought to hope that Mike has figured out something to do in the garden before Alison returns, but you’re distracted by the feeling of a hand joining yours on the couch.

“Hello Thomas,” you murmur, turning your hand over so your palms press together. You know it must be him.

“My beloved, I sincerely hope you are not too greviously injured,” he laments and you freeze. Slowly you pull the ice pack away from your head and crack your eyes open and gape at the sight before you. The fact that there is anything in front of you to see at all is a wild change from what you’ve become used to. Thomas- your Thomas, sitting here in front of you.

“Thomas,” you breathe, speechless at actually seeing him.

“You- You can see me?” He gasps, eyes cartoonishly wide. You take in his features slowly, memorizing them in case this is something that might go away when your head clears up. The pretty brown of his eyes, the shape of his nose, the dimple in his chin, his curls that make you want to reach out and touch. Before you realize, you’re doing just that. His eyes slip closed as your fingers lightly card through his curls. He leans into the touch like an oversized cat and you can’t help but smile at his reaction. You continue to take in the sight of him, feeling the silky fabric of his cravat and tracing along the brocade pattern of his waistcoat before you catch sight of his wound. Your eyebrows furrow, eyes filling with sadness at the sight. He takes your hand, pulling your focus back to his face as he looks up at you from under his eyebrows, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

“I apologize, I know it is not a pleasant sight to behold,” he sighs, eyes averted.

“It really doesn’t bother me,” you tell him and he looks surprised, “I’m just sorry it happened to you.”

“If you’re sure,” he concedes, but you can see the hint of a smile on his face.

“Hey, we can finish our book together now,” you smile, and he flushes.

“O-oh, yes,” he stutters and you frown.

“I mean we don’t have to,” you backtrack, but he stops you.

“No! I mean yes, I would very much like to, but I must admit, having read the book and knowing it quite well, I find my attention straying to a more intriguing subject than words,” he confesses.

“Oh,” you bite your lip to hide your smile, cheeks coloring at his confession, “I distract you that much?”

“She is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld,” he quotes Bingley and you can’t help the smile that overtakes your face.

“You’re different than I imagined,” you tell him and he starts to look nervous before you clarify, “Better.”

The shock of seeing him has worn off a bit and you can feel your head pounding again.

“Are you quite well?” He asks as you clench your eyes shut again.

“My head still hurts, can we- here,” you arrange his limbs so you can lay back against him and rest your head on his shoulder. He flounders with his hands for a moment before you take them in yours, wrapping his arms around your middle.

“Is this okay?” You ask, putting the ice pack back against your head.

“I- yes, I’ve just never been so… intimate with someone,“ he sounds embarrassed but it makes you smile.

“Do you like it?” You ask, “if it’s too much that’s okay.”

You go to move away but his arms tighten around you.

“No! No, it’s… nice,” he says and you smile.

“Nice,” you laugh, relaxing into him. You let your eyes flutter shut, the ice pack helping the now dull throbbing on your head immensely.

You know you’ll have lots of questions to answer when Alison finds the two of you, but for now you’re content to just relax in Thomas’ arms.

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[an-idyllic-novelist]

Buddha headcanons with fem!Yoriichi Tsugikuni!reader

Special thanks to @onecantsimply for helping me proofread/edit these headcanons so I could post the best Buddha content as I am able to :)

Buddha is a god, so he’s seen his fair share of ethereal goddesses in Valhalla. But he’s never been one to care about physical appearances so much as the personality of someone, since beauty does fade over time.

Not gonna lie though; when he first laid his eyes on the Sun Hashira, he initially thought there was nothing beyond the stoic expression she wore because, well, he didn’t know [First Name] [Last Name] too well because they’d recently ascended as a deity. He’s heard the gossip on how exactly this powerful Demon Slayer became the second human to become an immortal, though there was no solid proof behind the rumors. And he’s never been one to pay attention to that kind of stuff, anyway.

His first impression of the Sun Hashira soon changed after Zeus had concluded yet another stupid conference.

It wasn’t anything special honestly, but she crept up behind him and tapped his bicep before offering up an unopened lollipop to him. Normally he’d see this as a sign of some newbie buttering up to him because he was the honorable one, and a powerful god in his own right…but the lollipop in [First Name’s clenched palm was a cola-flavored one.

He loved all kinds of sweets, but cola-flavored ones were like a delicacy; they were super hard to find in Valhalla ‘cause most of the candy shops didn’t wanna go down to Earth to actually get the cola-flavored ones or even bother to learn how to make, so Buddha didn’t suck on one unless he was either slightly stressed or just wanted something different and was willingly to spend money.

So to see and hear the Sun Hashira asking him with a straight face if he’d like this treat when he’s never seen her even eat anything sweet…it was weird. Nice…but weird. He wasn’t gonna say ‘no’ to a freebie, obviously. Buddha plucked the lollipop from [First Name]’s hand, and when he put it in his mouth, the enlightened one saw the faintest trace of a smile stretch across the newbie’s lips.

The greatest Demon Slayer in human history…can actually smile? Whoa. Not what he had been expecting.

Still, it could all just be an act.

Everyone here didn’t like him because he’d been a human. He returned the sentiment wholeheartedly after centuries of putting up with their selfishness and arrogance.

Without saying another word, he just waved good-bye to her and left to go relax under his bodhi tree for the rest of the day. Honestly, he half-expected the Demon Slayer to come crawling back to him in another attempt to gain his favor.

Except she didn’t.

She never bothered him unless they happened to cross paths. Yet when such an incident occurred, she just bowed her head respectfully to him and went about her business. Sure enough he ended up seeking out the Sun Hashira’s quiet company when the noise around Valhalla was enough to give him a headache. Or Zeus, the damned nosy geezer.

Their time together would either be spent in one of the greenhouses or in the forest that surrounded [First Name]’s modest home. He’d be munching on whatever is in his snack basket and she’d be practicing her swordmanship, or they’d have small talk over some freshly brewed tea on the veranda.

A comfortable camaraderie between two gods that didn’t include shouting matches or bruising egos.

Over time, Buddha learned that there were additional layers underneath the stoic expression [First Name] always wore. She was kind and selfless, harboring an adoration for humans and a lot more expressive with emotions if one were to observe her as closely as he had.

Although she is still haunted by the lives she couldn’t save from the demons, she knew she did the best she could. That thought alone helped her sleep at night.

(Buddha called bullshit but wisely kept his mouth shut and suggested meditation lessons that can be practiced in the evening to help calm the mind instead.)

The Demon Slayer was an anomaly amongst the gods, if one excluded the Grecian hero Heracles.

Yet for all of the good qualities she possessed, the Sun Hashira was a bit…oblivious. She honestly had no idea that some of these narcissistic gods actually harbored romantic feelings for her and thought they were just being polite to an ascended immortal like herself.

She was not a goddess of love and still possessed scars from her days as a Demon Slayer even after becoming a god. Why would anyone bother looking at her?

He might be the honorable one who had removed himself from earthly desires to find enlightenment, but even the great Buddha gets a little peeved when the Sun Hashira’s attention isn’t on him and him alone~.

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[turbulentscrawl]

hii could i req ithaqua nsfw hcs?

Also I love ur writing!! Keeping the idv community well fed 💕 its getting harder finding anything new for idv so i hope you have been faring well

I'm glad you like it!! I'm getting by! Work has been extra hectic with the busy season approaching...energy drinks are my best friend. Anyway here's the bastard <3

-He’s a bit of a fiend in the bedroom. That is, he’s never had a partner to be intimate with before, and never placed much stock in physical pleasure…until he got a taste of it. Then he becomes just about addicted to it; his libido skyrockets. I’m talking several days of the week, several rounds at a time. He’s almost always horny after winning a match, too, when the adrenalin is still pumping.

-First of all, he’s a dom. There’s just no arguing it. Even if you think you’ve convinced him to let you be in charge? No you haven’t. He’s not capable of restraining himself for an entire session like that. The second he thinks you look tired, or you’re going too slow, or you challenge him, or whatever excuse he has, he’s ripping control back from you.

-I prefer not to say anything specific about dick sizes, but I do personally think his would be slim-but-long. Not amazing girth, but great reach. If a stretch is what really gets you going, he’s got no problem shoving a few (or all) of his fingers inside you at the same time.

-He’s not patient enough for restraints most of the time, but he likes to pin you in submissive positions. However, the added height from his stilts make him seem bigger and stronger than he is. Holding you up for long periods is especially difficult for him without the right kind of bracing, so he favors keeping you beneath him in difficult-to-escape positions like a mating press or arm-lock.

-Ithaqua’s secret fantasy is to fuck you in front of everyone at the dining table. He won’t, not ever, because he doesn’t even like the other manor inhabitants even glancing in your direction, let alone oogling your perfect body. But the most dark and possessive part of him wants everyone to see him claiming you, marking you, to know you’re HIS. But again, that’s not happening, so he settles for seducing you in semi-public places where he knows people can hear you calling his name. If you’re a survivor you can’t enter one another’s manors, so this means most of your sex occurs outdoors, either in the gardens or on one of the unused maps. He also brags about your bedroom endeavors to anyone he thinks might be attracted to you, rubs it in their face that you love how he fucks you.

-He doesn’t moan much until he’s close to finishing. The rest of the time he’s running his mouth, cursing, praising you, degrading you, whatever gets you the most worked up. He wants you to completely unravel on his dick and he’s incapable of shutting up until you’re incapable of forming words.

-Expect to be left with plenty of markings. He doesn’t care if you have some bruises, you’ll live and they go away the next day anyway. (Which means he gets to make them again ahaha.) He’s not much of a biter or scratcher, though. Just very grabby and hair-pull-y.

-Perhaps surprising, but he’s very good at aftercare. Ithaqua doesn’t tire from physical activity, for whatever reason, so even if you’re tuckered out he’s still up and about. He enjoys taking baths together after sex, and he’ll even do all the work of washing you so you can relax. If you’re dozing off and he’s able to take you to bed, he gets you all tucked in with water and a snack nearby. (If you’re a survivior, he carries you back to the manor, at least.) He won’t stick around to cuddle for more than a few minutes, though, because he has to do his laps around the manor and make sure everyone knows he just railed you. He’s ridiculous. (It’s a little embarrassing, but rest assured the others are quite used to it. They don’t think less of you or anything.)

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[captainremmington-13]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊

show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of death, sadness, and lonliness

A/N: the next part is gonna include capture the flag ;))

As soon as you heard the yelling, you were certain that someone had died. 

The sensation that washed over your body confirmed your suspicions. Your powers always told you when a being was truly dead and beyond saving. However, this time, it felt slightly different. The being’s life had been halted, but not ended. They were no longer aging, but their soul remained in their body. 

Putting down the blanket you were folding, you slipped on a pair of worn-down sneakers and left Cabin 11. Walking down the stairs, you internally hoped the scene wasn’t too gory. Even if you were the child of death itself, you weren’t a fan of seeing people mutilated.

Just by listening for a moment, you could tell that the chaos was occurring at the border of the camp. Putting two and two together, you realized a new camper must have arrived. You’d seen several demigods try to get inside the safety of the camp border’s, and lose their lives in the process.  

But as you approached the hill where several other demigods were crowded together, you saw two kids who were very much alive. The more baffling sight, however, was the large pine tree at the highest point of the hill that definitely hadn’t been there before. 

You tapped Will Solace on the arm, making him jump slightly. Ignoring his reaction, you asked, “What in Hades is going on? Where did that tree come from?”

“Uh…” Will said, scratching the back of his neck. “Three demigods and a satyr were being chased by monsters as they approached the camp border. One of the demigods, a daughter of Zeus, sacrificed herself to let the others get to safety. It seems that instead of letting her die or saving her, Zeus turned her into…” He gestured at the tree. “That.”

Typical god behavior. When they try to help their offspring, they only make their lives worse.

“That’s unfortunate,” you said to Will. “I don’t think there’s much we can do.”

“Yeah,” Will replied awkwardly. “Try not to worry about it. We’ll get the two new campers settled into Cabin 11 as soon as we can. You can meet them then.” 

Understanding that he wanted to end the conversation, you simply nodded and walked away. You had learned to recognize the signs that signaled when people no longer wanted to be in your presence, and Will was exhibiting several of them.

But that was alright. You didn’t really feel like sticking around anyways. You were your own best companion. 

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“Hey, uh, is the top bunk taken?“ 

You looked up from painting your nails to see a boy standing in front of you. He had curly brown hair, a lean figure, and brown eyes that had a mischievous glint in them. He was holding a small backpack, which likely contained all of his personal possessions. 

“That’s Kalia’s bunk. You can take that spot over there.” You pointed to a twin-sized mattress squished in between two bunk beds. 

“Oh…okay.” The boy set his backpack down on the mattress and sat down next to it. “So, are you…you know, a Hermes kid too?”

You laughed without humor. “Do I look like one of Hermes’s spawn?” 

The boy flinched. “No.” 

“You have your answer then.”

He sighed. “I suppose it’s for the better that he’s not your father. He’s completely neglected me all my life.”

“All of the gods do that to their demigod offspring,” you said. “Except for a rare few. And even then, the most their children get are occasional visits and favors. Some of the gods choose favorites, which causes chaos here at camp.” 

The boy nodded in acknowledgement. “That seems frustrating.”

“It is.”

“So…if you’re not one of Hermes’s children, are you unclaimed?”

You shook your head. “No. My father just doesn’t have a cabin, so I’m stuck here.”

“And who exactly is your father?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, knowing that your answer will probably scare the boy off. But you decided to be honest. If he can’t handle the truth, that’s his problem. 

“Thanatos, god of death.” 

Instead of going pale and quickly looking away, the boy gave you a small smile. “Cool.” He stood up again, walking over to your bunk once more. He extended his hand.

“I’m Luke. Luke Castellan.”

As you shook his hand firmly and told him your name, a genuine feeling of warmth grew in your chest. 

Maybe, just maybe, you’d found someone who didn’t treat you like a walking time bomb.

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You took it upon yourself to show Luke around camp the next day. This shocked everyone, as you usually didn’t converse with anyone for more than a few minutes at a time. You and him spent the entire day together, and even ate dinner side-by-side at the Hermes table. It was the most time you’d spent with just one person in ages.

You explained to him the unspoken rules of the camp. In order to prevent being messed with, you had to prove that you were worthy. Glory was extremely important, and could be earned by winning Capture the Flag or going on quests. And protecting your cabin’s honor was of top priority. If another cabin somehow slandered yours, you had the right to retaliate (even though Chiron and Mr. D didn’t approve).

The more you interacted with Luke, the more you liked him. 

Luke adapted to his new environment extremely well. He quickly established a reputation as an excellent strategist and seasoned fighter.  Apparently, he had been on the run since he was nine, and picked up a myriad of skills along the way. He was particularly good at picking locks, which wasn’t surprising. 

He also made friends quickly. His charming personality drew in every person he interacted with. He was witty, ambitious, and made good conversation. Plus, his impressive abilities made him a useful ally. 

After he settled in, you expected him to forget about you. He had more popular, less terrifying companions. 

But he didn’t. In fact, he became your closest friend. 

Despite being different in a variety of ways, your personalities blended like a dream. He appreciated your dry, subtle sense of humor, and encouraged you to always keep improving. And you admired his mischievous nature. He’d even gotten you to lighten up a bit, and become less adverse to participating in group activities.

You slowly learned more about him, and he learned about you. You both assumed it would scare the other person off, but that knowledge only brought you closer together. 

But most importantly, you both quickly learned that together, you were essentially unstoppable. 

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[aurumacadicus]

I finished binging Miss Fisher again:

"So why did you fall out with Howard, anyway?" Steve asked, slouching down in his seat as the car inched up the driveway. He hadn't asked before, and as he'd watched Peggy's hands tighten on the steering wheel as they passed through the gates to the Stark mansion, it finally occurred to him to wonder why he wasn't still involved with SHIELD after being one of the founders of SSR.

Peggy worked her jaw delicately. "We had a disagreement about values," she finally said.

"I can't imagine why," Steve muttered, and relaxed a little when the corner of Peggy's mouth curled up.

"Well, he'll surely enjoy me coming to him for help," Peggy added with a sigh, pulling to a stop. She took a moment to take a deep, fortifying breath, then let it back out slowly, giving Steve a glance out of the side of her eye. "And that I'm bringing you."

"I can thank him for looking for me so long," Steve agreed, and turned to unfold himself out of the car as Peggy did the same. Even though she was in her sixties, she was still sprier than he was; cars had gotten smaller while he was in the ice, somehow.

The door opened before they could knock or ring the bell, and Peggy brightened a little, greeting, "Mr. Jarvis."

"Ms. Carter," Mr. Jarvis answered, voice clipped, and her smile faltered as quickly as it had arrived. He bowed slightly, motioning toward the sitting room on the left. "Mr. Stark will be down to see you presently."

Steve took it as the dismissal it was, wondering at Peggy's reaction. There was so much about her that he didn't know. So much about the world he didn't know. His years in the ocean had done him no favors. He stared at a painting of peaches and tried not to think about how much he'd lost. Then his ears caught the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and he turned, clasping his hands behind his back as he instinctively fell into parade rest.

The man coming down the stairs was not Howard, Steve realized, even though he looked a lot like him. Anthony, he remembered the file saying. Howard's son. Steve hadn't believed Howard would ever settle down, but here was proof, walking casually down the stairs as if they had all the time in the world. To their surprise, he used the post at the bottom of the stairs to swivel directly to face the sitting room they'd been directed toward, walking over like he was meant to be there.

"Tony," Peggy said, and she was unable to keep the surprise out of her voice.

"Aunt Peggy," Tony answered, voice measured. He crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. "Or should I be calling you that?"

Peggy sucked in a sharp breath and closed her eyes, looking vaguely annoyed, then opened them again. "Tony, I'm here to see your father."

"I'm the only Mr. Stark here," Tony told her flatly, scowling. "You'd know that if you ever called. Mom said she wanted to take a trip around the world while they still had their health, and they left three months ago. You'd know that if you read the society papers." He waved his hand dismissively. "And just so you know? I'm not really inclined to help. You didn't make it to a single one of my dissertations even though I invited you. You stopped coming to my birthday parties. You didn't even come to my coming out party," he added, and that last part was where Steve finally heard perhaps the first real emotion Tony had shown since he appeared on the stairs--hurt.

Omega, Steve remembered suddenly, at the mention of a coming out party. Tony didn't carry himself like the typical omega, he thought, tilting his head a little. But then, high society always carried themselves a little differently, he remembered. Howard had never carried himself like any of the alphas Steve had grown up with. It stood to reason that Tony would be much the same.

"Tony," Peggy began gently. "I'm sorry that my falling out with Howard affected you, too. I should have tried harder to stay in touch. But you were a child when that happened."

"And I was just as much of a pain in the ass then," Tony scoffed, rolling his eyes. "If they made a fuss about me talking to you, I would have just screamed the house down. I was good at it," he added with a huff.

Steve figured with the way Peggy winced, he was telling the truth.

"Whatever. I don't want to hash this out. What does SHIELD need from my dad? I'll pass the message on when they call next week," Tony continued before she could say anything else. "Maybe. If I feel like it."

Peggy looked like she was considering pressing him, but whatever she saw in his face, it made her back down. "It's about your mother's gala, Tony."

At that, Tony's gaze sharpened, shoulders straightening as his posture changed from dismissive to alert. "I'm in charge of the the foundation while Mom's on vacation," he said, sharp-edged and stern. "What would Dad have to do with that?"

"Hydra is trying to reestablish a foothold in New York," Steve finally answered, taking a step forward. "They intend to slither in through charities, because they believe it's easier to launder money that way. We believe several members will be trying to infiltrate the Maria Stark Foundation, and the gala will be where they make their move."

Tony swiveled to him, eyes calculating. "And who the fuck is this?"

Peggy glanced at him sharply, silencing Steve from answering. "This is the lead agent on the case, Agent Roger Stevens."

Tony pursed his lips, and the look he gave Steve wasn't entirely disgust, but it wasn't... not entirely disgust, either. Steve found himself sweating a little, and he couldn't quite figure out why.

"I suppose if I tell you that I'll take care of it, you'll poke your nose in anyway. Omega can't handle it," Tony said, lifting his chin at him aggressively.

Oh, Steve thought, wondering if this was how Bucky felt when Steve had raised his chin at him and asked, 'You wanna fight, too?' Tony thought that Steve believed he was incapable. "I'm sure you can handle it," he answered carefully when Peggy simply raised an eyebrow at him. He cleared his throat when Tony rocked back on his heels, clearly skeptical. "I just wonder. How you're going to arrest anyone. You need... authority from a governing body to do that."

Tony stared at him, unimpressed. Steve let the moment hang there, waiting. Adding anything else would be too risky, too likely to offend him. Steve had, unfortunately, not gotten any better at interacting with omegas. The only tried and true way to stay on their good sides, he'd found, was to shut the fuck up.

"So citizen's arrest doesn't count?" Tony finally asked.

"You have to hand the person you arrested over to a judge or police officer. I can detain them at SHIELD," Steve answered, and he thought he sounded pretty reasonable.

Tony scoffed. "Why? What can you do that the police can't?"

"Waterboard them, obviously," Steve deadpanned, then winced when Peggy's elbow rammed into his kidney.

"We do not waterboard our prisoners. We are not the CIA," Peggy told Tony sternly.

Tony's mouth dropped open into a surprised little 'o.' Then he threw his head back and laughed, loud, and Steve saw Peggy's shoulders relax, just a little. Maybe this would work out, Steve thought, allowing himself a small smile.

#ideas #stony #omegaverse

[comicaurora]

Hey! So I have a trope question

Something I’ve noticed since I was little is a that a lot of media with a trio had the same make up of two boys and one girl, is this a trope or just some weird thing that just happens by random odds?

I think it's a little bit more broad and nebulous than a trope, although it does have a TVTropes page. It's not random odds, it's storytelling trends.

For a number of reasons, the majority of protagonist POV characters are guys. Starting from this premise, if you want to make sure your protagonist always has somebody to play off of so they aren't engaging with the story in complete isolation, you give them at least one character to hang out with. This minimum one character can have all kinds of traits (mentor, scoundrel, battle butler), but if you as a writer are taking the easy, normal approach, you will give this protagonist a friendly buddy/rival to team up and squabble with (and this buddy will also be a guy, because again, this theoretical writer is taking the easy approach to character dynamics), and as a second thought you will probably give our hero a theoretical love interest girl for him to pine after so you can (a) write/draw a Hot Lady as much as you want and (b) get Hero Boy to cover a broader range of emotional situations within the comfort of his friend group. Thus you have rederived the trope of Two Guys And A Girl, congratulations on your moderately successful mid-2000s gaming webcomic.

As the story continues you might realize Girl Who Exists So Protagonist Can Remember Girls Exist is not actually an appealing love interest for him, so you'll probably pair off Girl with Second Guy and leave Hero Boy to pursue other romantic avenues. Second Guy is liable to be rather more interesting anyway, since he's going to be a Lancer to the hero's Leader-ness and serve as his primary foil, meaning he has a little more personality and frankly a lot more romantic tension with the lead. In fact, if you want to be really lazy about it, you can take these three characters and snap them into a love triangle with absolutely no extra work on your part, and that's an infinite drama generator at no cost to you.

You might take a slightly different approach if you, the writer, are a lady writing a lady-centric romantic story, in which case Girl is liable to be the POV character while her buds Hero Boy and Rival Boy take turns having romantic subplot adventures with her. In these narrative structures you don't want to add another girl to the inner circle, because the presence of a Romantic Rival (which seems to be the only purpose Other Girls serve in these stories) would spoil the center-of-the-universe romantic fantasy, so your hands are tied and we're back to Two-Guys-And-A-Girl again. You might add a supportive girl best friend when it gets adapted for netflix though - she can pair off with whichever boy loses at no additional cost.

What we're seeing here is Easy Mode Storytelling. This is what happens when a writer takes the extremely well-traveled road and lets their wheels slide into the well-worn tracks and follow where they may. It's not good or bad, it's just easy. It's a story we can recite in our sleep. This particular character arrangement occurs with unusual frequency because there are a number of factors that make it easy, and when you take a broad approach, the easy approach will be statistically favored.

This triple arrangement can obviously be genderflipped - Hero Girl with her friends Rival Girl and Love Interest Boy - but this is less common just by the numbers, because in the space of fiction there are more Hero Boys than Hero Girls. All-boy and all-girl trios also happen, but because most people are straight, most writers will see this as depriving themselves of all the exciting romantic tension they could get from having One Token Character to be romantically viewed and pursued. Additional characters can be added to the group, leading to Four-Temperament Ensembles and Five-Man Bands, but broadly this three-person arrangement is the smallest possible Ensemble Cast unit a writer can easily construct.

#asks #writing stuff

[bones4thecats]

goddess! Meg from Hercules Disney with Heracles, poseidon, indra, rudra and shiva please? With her being on the side of humanity, after she met adam and eve and saw their love for their children (found family😭) so she just goes like 'frick you all gods I'm going with humans' like how meg changed after meeting Hercules in the movie.

A/N: People, pay attention to the character limit please!! My limit is 3-4, not more!! I’m getting request after request with more than 4 characters, so before you request please check the Request Form!! Because of having 5 characters, Poseidon and Heracles are in another part, thanks. Anyways, enjoy~

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🌊 Indra understood why you were so upset, you didn’t want to help them out that much, it was just a favor you owed Zeus, and he used it for this

🌊 Thankfully, he wasn’t possessive like others

🌊 When you pulled him aside after the first round and told him you were going to deflect to Humanity’s side, he just sighed, knowing he had no way of stopping you, he did enjoy your stubbornness, but sometimes it was far too hard to handle

🌊 Watching you announce it after saving the life of Adam made him smirk, you really cared for him, his wife and kids, huh?

🌊 You looked at your husband in the eyes and he just waved and pretended to tip a hat to you

🌊 He may be a God with a few personality issues, but with you, he understands better than anyone else

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⛈️ He and you were friends for such a long time, but due to pantheon issues, you guys cut off a lot while growing up

⛈️ As the Greek Goddess of Loyalty and Independence, you were busy constantly with handling many different affairs, mostly Hera complaining and getting revenge against Zeus’ ladies on Earth

⛈️ But when Ragnarok occurred, you noticed how unfair the Gods of your pantheon were looking down at the humans, who just wanted to continue their descendants life

⛈️ In this case, you jumped in the middle of Heracles and Jack’s fight and announced that Ragnarok would continue with you siding with Humanity

⛈️ In honor of the fallen Adam and Lü Bu, you would continue fighting and finish what the Gods and Valkyries had decided to start

⛈️ Rudra just smiled gently down at you, he knew he couldn’t stop you, you represented independence, you can’t take that away from someone, especially you

⛈️ He supported you full-heartedly, and as fights continued, you’d meet afterwards and relax with one another, speaking on how your sides were matching

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🪩 He dislikes humans quite a bit, but he did admire how peaceful you seemed with them

🪩 You were a Greek Goddess, specifically one that represented Revenge and Love, true love, you’d always correct, not the fake stuff you had to deal with your fellow pantheon members

🪩 Shiva and you had spoken about your allegiance with the Gods, and when he heard you wanted to side with Humanity, he snapped and flew into a quiet rage

🪩 Why would you want to side with them?! Those impeccable creatures were the reason your heart broke all those years ago! Yet you still like them?! WHY?!

🪩 Your husband sighed after a while of hearing you out and while he stayed with the Gods with his wives, all four of them smiled while you cheered on Humanity for their wins, starting with Sasaki

🪩 And seeing you smile and care for the fighters for their bravery and dedication, he couldn’t be mad, he’s never seen you so happy and caring before

🪩 Shiva and you would rest together a lot more when the daily rounds ended, he and you were apart most of the days now, and his wives would curl around you both, wanting to feel the love of their amazing and brave wife!

#Record of Ragnarok #RoR #Shuumatsu no Valkyrie #SnV #RoR Hindu Pantheon #Record of Ragnarok Gods #RoR Gods #Record of Ragnarok x Reader #RoR x Reader #Shuumatsu no Valkyrie x Reader #SnV x Reader #RoR Hindu Pantheon x Reader #Record of Ragnarok Gods x Reader #RoR Gods x Reader #S/O! Reader #F! Reader #God! Reader #RoR Indra #RoR Indra x Reader #RoR Rudra #RoR Rudra x Reader #RoR Shiva #RoR Shiva x Reader

[aihaitahm]

BLADE IS THE ONLY THING ON MY MIND RN CAN U PLS DO MODERN AU BLADE ON A LATE NIGHT MOTORCYCLE RIDE WITH READER I WOULD ACRUALLY DIE

modern au! various with gn! reader

my anons love blade 🙏ples dont die 😿 but i do not blame you at all i also want to add other chars in it too hope u dont mind anon<3

characters: blade, kafka, alhaitham

cw: suggestive. also im not really a tech person im sorry if i dont kno much abt motorcycles😭

biker! blade

you knew your boyfriend rode motorcycles and are a fan of it. you often bought him equipment during special occassions and he appreciates you for that. you found it really hot whenever he wore his gear and how majestic he looks whenever he removes his helmet, revealing his pretty face. you guys may or may not have done it on his motorbike.

he would try to convince you to ride with him. if youre scared he’d try to calm you down and drive in short distances. he loves the feeling of your fingers hugging his waist and feeling your warmth against him.

if you knew how to ride motorcycles, he would be very impressed and have fun with you. wouldnt be able to stop staring as you remove your helmet from your cute face. you suggested to match equipment and helmets but he was like “thats cringy” as he was picking matching equipment in the store with his cheeks going bright red.

hungry? need a snack or two? well thats when you usually both go out on late nights. its very peaceful and enjoys these rides with you more than anything else in the world. or when he wants to bring you to see the beautiful view of the city for your late night dates, this is a common occurence.

“what snack should we buy? something on your mind bladie?”

“you.”

“s-stop being cheesy. the light went green and focus on the road.”

model! kafka

you are her biggest fan. her only biggest fan!!!! you always go to her runway shows and you support her so much. she enjoys seeing you in the crowd and would maybe wink at you if she had the chance.

loves the privacy between you both. kafka can get easily burnt out if she has to be out for too long and paparazzi always up her ass. she recharges with you and she finds peace in you. would just lay in bed with you all day.

whenever she gets interviews, she always has the habit to mention you and to thank you. she really loves you afterall so you deserve it. she also goes pink when she talks about you and it is very noticeable on tv.

“ah my (name) always supports me and i love them the most.~ you should support them too!”

you are her personal photographer and she loves how you picture her. whether it was a serious picture or funny cute picture of her, she notices how you have multiple background themes just of her. she would return the favor too yk! would model you lingerie in private.

loves to dress you up or put makeup on you. would sit on your lap as she does your eyeshadow properly would kiss you on the nose if you stay still<3

would invite you to go on trips with her and would pay for you if needed. she is your /sugar mommy girlfriend after all and she would buy anything for you. or if you cant go, the type to bring you gifts home.

gamer! alhaitham

sorry… very self indulgent but he would play videogames to pass time or if they have interesting plots or characters. the type to hyperanalyze and make theories about the plots and be absolutely reasonable with them.

since he is known to always have headphones on, he usually would just play videogame music. LOL what a nerdy feeble scholar but anyway, he likes to listen to those while reading sometimes.

the type to play shirtless all the time. he notices you stare and would let you stare. he would tease you a lot too.

“you see something you like?”

“use your words.”

he doesnt rage but he does cuss under his breath and just groan. hes naturally good at everything so why cant he do this puzzle? he would ask for your help because sometimes, he misses on small details focusing only on the obvious ones.

loves when you watch him play or when you play together. he likes spending time with you even if you can be bad at games. he has an excuse to teach you. the type to put his hands over yours when hes trying to demonstrate something to you. (this is so hot i actually squealed >_<)

wouldnt neglect you if you ask him for attention! would pause the game and kiss you then resume. likes to place you on his lap and rest his chin on your head or shoulder while he is playing.

has a schedule with his books, studies/work, gaming and of course you. he does go out when his friends ask him though he’d rather bring you along because he misses you easily.

#honkai star rail #genshin impact #genshin alhaitham #kafka honkai star rail #kafka x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #al haitham #hsr kafka #blade honkai #blade #blade x reader #hsr blade #blade honkai star rail

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Make Me Feel Alive Episode 2

Gilbert von Obsidian's Birthday Story

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.

Several decades ago, a series of unfortunate events occurred in Obsidian, involving the deaths of members of the royal family and powerful nobles.

It all began with the assassination of the crown prince, followed by incidents such as accidental falls, carriage accidents, bloodshed due to tangled love affairs, and executions.

The unfortunate events continued as if someone were orchestrating them behind the scenes, and those who had been enjoying the power desperately tried to gain favor with the surviving influential figures.

The one who caught the attention of several people was a young prince who was still a child back then.

Despite the repeated deaths within the royal family, the one-eyed boy walked through the castle with a smile.

With just a few words, he demonstrated wisdom beyond his years, and it didn't take long for people to see in him the qualities fit for a king.

The one-eyed boy would eventually become the emperor.

The rumors spread like wildfire, and people did their best to gain his favor.

Gilbert: "It was fun back then. People who never paid me any attention suddenly bowed their heads, and the grown-ups kneeled before me."

Gilbert: "I wish I could've shown you how embarrassing that scene was."

(His childhood stories are always lonely.)

Gilbert: "Ahaha! Stop making that face. We haven't even gotten to the main part yet."

Emma: "Is this even related to your birthday?"

Gilbert: "Yeah. Think about it. If you were trying to win me over, what would you do first?"

Emma: "I'd bake lots of sweets."

Walter: "Please, stop with the carbs."

Emma: "S-Sorry."

Gilbert: "Shut up if you don't want to die, Walter."

Walter: "It's my job to watch over your health."

Gilbert: "Noisy outsiders aside, your idea is correct. You're going to give me something that I would enjoy, right?"

Gilbert: "But a gift, by its nature, cannot be given without a reason. That's why many people focus on一"

Emma: "Your birthday?"

Gilbert: "Yup. At that time, people saw me as a child. And what do children love? Presents."

Gilbert: "One certain year, a useless noble threw a birthday party for me."

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Noble: "Happy birthday, Prince Gilbert."

Noble: "I sincerely offer my congratulations to you, Your Highness. This gemstone is a gift from our family."

Gilbert: "Fufu, thank you. But I don't need that kind of thing."

Noble: "Prince Gilbert?"

Gilbert: "I'm tired and sleepy, so I'm heading back. Goodnight."

Noble: "P-Please wait!"

Gilbert: "Ahaha! Don't worry. I have plans to meet with you tomorrow."

Noble: "Plans?"

Gilbert: "Yes. Well then, let's meet again at the execution ground."

Noble: "What!?"

---------Flashback Ends--------

Gilbert: "The next day, I killed him."

Emma: "What?"

Gilbert: "I just tried to make an example out of the guy."

I was so shocked that my mind went blank.

Roderich: "He was executed for human trafficking and illegal drug possession."

Roderich: "He was an underground merchant who trained unidentified orphans with drugs and illegally traded them. Prince Gilbert had been一"

Gilbert: "Hey, did I ever say you could open your mouth?"

Under his murderous gaze, Roderich fell silent.

Gilbert: "Anyway, I killed him."

Gilbert: "How did the people react? Of course, they thought that celebrating my birthday had upset me."

Gilbert: "After that year, there weren't any more daredevils."

Gilbert: "I was able to eliminate those who celebrated my birthday. All's well that ends well."

Emma: "Why did you hate being celebrated that much?"

(His birthday is taboo for the Obsidian people.)

(But celebrating itself shouldn't be a bad thing.)

Gilbert: "I wonder why?"

Seemingly reluctant to delve into the matter, Gilbert hid his words behind a smile.

Even when I looked at Roderich and Walter, they just shook their heads.

(Maybe no one really knows the reason.)

Gilbert: "Now then, little rabbit. As you said, my birthday is approaching soon."

He suddenly stood in front of me, gently placing his hands on my neck and squeezing it lightly.

Gilbert: "Will you also celebrate my birthday at the risk of your life?"

Episode 1 ╎ Episode 2 ╎ Episode 3

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri jp #cybird #ikepri translations

[errrrrror4zero4]

content warnings: 18+ MDNI(minors do NOT interact) , nsfw, smut, sex mentions, sexual coercion, degradation and more. Also it’s my first fanfic and first time writing something…smutty…I had to do lots of research and etc. since I’m not use to a lot of terms and etc. so pls bear with me ;;

In between The Strongest

By 4zero4

A Gojo x oc x Geto fanstory

“Gojoooooooo! Give. It. Back.” I whined looking at Gojo Satoru who was smirking away, mocking me for my stature as he held my journal up high. He knew I wouldn’t be able to reach it, him being 6”3’ in height and me being at least with shoes a good 5”0’ in comparison.

As Gojo began to chuckle as I felt my face turn red in frustration, the journal returned safely in my hands without me having to get it myself. I looked beside me and Gojo, Geto Suguru was there sighing at his best friend's antics. Geto had swiftly retrieved the journal while Gojo let his guard down for a second from being distracted by my whines.

“Satoru, why must you always tease Sa-rang at the most difficult times?” He asked Gojo in an apathetic tone.

“When did you two get so comfy to be on a first name basis?” Gojo remarked while studying Getos facial expressions. I intentionally kept a line drawn between Gojo and I. So only Shoko and Geto were on an informal basis with me. Though I still by habit call Suguru by his family name. The wind blew Geto’s bangs back a bit as he went to sit opposite of us at one of the benches, clearly not going to answer Gojo’s question. Geto was too busy surveying our surroundings with one of his cursed spirits.

Geto leaned his head back and rubbed the temples of his forehead.

“Still nothing.” he let out an exasperated sigh.

We three were sent to an abandoned shrine in a rural part of Japan. Usually Shoko would be here to be my guardian from Gojos games of mockery but she had another mission elsewhere.

Only 4-8 families still lived in this village and the shrine has not been in use since long before the village was founded. The shrine was already there when the villagers settled here in the past. They attempted to reconstruct it but after superstitions and bad incidents that occurred they closed this part of the town off and it’s been untouched since.

Us guys were assigned here because one of the village elders' oldest son wants to get rid of the shrine and rebuild some housing areas to boost income and population in their village again. But they wanted whatever was there to be exorcized and cleansed before rebuilding. In fear of cursing the rest of the village by disturbing its grounds.

“Geez, Suguru you’re such a downer”

Gojo rolled his eyes and scratched his head. Disappointed, his question wasn’t answered but not caring enough at the moment to press further.

“We don’t have to be so serious, I’m sure nothing is even here anyway. Neither of us have picked up on anything since arriving.” Gojo said to us while stretching in boredom.

I sat down at one of the benches as I put my journal in my backpack.

“I hate to say it Geto but Gojo might be right.” Sa-rang said, looking back at them.

“I mean think about it, we’re only here because sensei’s old friend who has a relative here asked for a favor. And we were just slacking for a week since our last mission so he sent us as some type of punishment.” I explained to them as I got back up and started to walk off a little to sight-see.

“Gojo, do you still have your infinity turned on?” I asked looking back at him. He was already slacking next to Geto on the bench.

He rolled his eyes and looked towards me. “Duh.” he said in that taunting tone he uses whenever he pokes fun at me. I rolled my eyes back and walked back up to my fellow classmates.

“Well if YOU almighty Gojo and YOU all-knowing Geto does not sense anything either, then I guess we should do one more quick walk around and go home already.” I retorted to them, mostly aiming the sarcasm in my voice at Gojo. He always knows how to irk the right nerves to piss me off. Gojo is known for his laidback playful charisma but he always chooses to bully me more constantly than others. The only other one I ever see him do it to is Geto, yet I can feel when he aims that energy towards me it’s…just different.

Gojo and Geto exchanged looks then stood up choosing not to josh back at the note of my sarcastic tone towards them, they too wanted to just hurry and go home. We did a quick rewalk of the land of the shrine and determined whatever bad incidents they claimed happened ages ago were merely typical coincidences and old wives tales of the sorts. Yet to ease their minds we each performed a ritual in front of the shrine for the villagers who've been gawking at us and whispering for the past couple hours about us, to witness we did a cleanse to appease their anxieties and prevent them manifesting to something actually cursing them.

Many moments later after many thanks and goodbyes from the villagers we departed from their quaint town and were on a bus back to Tokyo. It was a long bus ride to the airport and a long flight to our destination. As we finally landed and we rode a taxi to our school, Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School. Once the car dropped us off at a good distance, I began to speed walk to the building's dorms. Hoping to find Shoko here already before Gojo starts his shenanigans but before I could reach the front entrance Gojo was already in front of me mischievously grinning.

“You’re moving MIGHTY fast for a person with such small legs” he said with his devilishly sweet smile.

“Move Gojo, I have business to handle.” I started firmly moving past him, eyes forward to ignore the stupid grin on his face.

I adored and loathed his smile at the same time. Though Gojo clearly has the untouchable Idol looks and did make many women and men alike swoon, Geto was more known to be popular with the ladies more so than his best friend Gojo. Gojo was known for being adamantly….what’s the word…annoying? No….rude? Closer, yes. He was very ungentlemanly unlike Geto. Plus Gojo may act playful and carefree but he’s also ruthless and obnoxious. He also clearly draws a line from himself and others. No one is ever to get too close to Gojo Satoru. Well except Geto. Speaking of Geto, he was already ahead of us, probably on his way to give Sensei the report on our mission. Though he slacks off and jokes around with Gojo a lot he still follows the book and tries to at least get his job accomplished ethically.

I subconsciously pouted as I stared at Geto walking away. Not noticing Gojo is still beside me observing. “Miyoshi.” he called out to me to break my gaze and put it back towards him.

I turned to him and I could swear for a moment I saw a subtle frown in his lips. I quickly disregarded it thinking I must’ve seen it wrong. “Gojo, if you’re planning on terrorizing me again right now can you postpone it till tomorrow? I’m 100% sure I’ve had my fill of Gojo Satoru today.” I told him as we reached my room in the dormitory. Hoping he would’ve walked away after my comment and went to harass Geto instead. I approached my door and before I could open it Gojo closed it shut with one of his hands towering behind me. I turned and looked up and just as I suspected he had one of his stupid smiles plastered on his slightly pink lips. Before I could ask him what his deal was he leaned down into my ear and whispered “Now I’m 100% sure you haven’t had your fill of Gojo Satoru today, Sa-Ra-Ang” I immediately blushed and ducked below his arm strengthening the distance of our bodies. I glared into his tricksy vivid blue eyes. This was a new taunt coming from him. “Gojo. Why are you being s-so so audacious right now!” I shouted trying my hardest not to stammer and show him his sly perverted comment got to me. But his eyes caught everything like they always do and he could already see how nervous his words made my heart race. He stepped towards me closing the distance between us again, his grin looking more fiendish as he anticipated what other expressions his words could make my face turn into. “Now, now Sa-rang I didn’t say anything wrong though did I? I’m quite sure you can handle more of me today” He said my name so sweetly compared to his way of usually saying it. Before I could respond while being hung up on that he was already pressed against me closer than before. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, he gently lifted my eye patch up and gazed deeply in my eyes. As my eyes widened trying to catch my brain up to what was happening. He leaned lower to my eye level and planted his lips against mine briefly. It was soft and pleasant to my surprise. I looked up at him and frowned, shaking any desires rising from within me. “Gojo, if this is some new way of pranking me it’s not funny.” I said to him as I turned my face away from his. He swiftly grabbed me by my chin and turned my face back towards his. He was slightly frowning as if he was hurt by my conclusion that he would kiss me to hurt me. “Sa-rang, I’ve been madly into you since you transferred here. I know I have a weird way of showing it.. This is my first time. I’m usually so good at everything but when it comes to you I’ve been clueless. I thought if I treated you like I treated Shoko and Suguru you’d pick up on the fact I care deeply about you.” he said to me.

Taken aback by this sudden side of him, all I could do was look up at him in confusion. He sighed and stepped back from me a little, I could feel all his warmth escape from me.

“I had a plan. I did, I was going to approach you better and talk to you. I was going to apologize for all the bullshit I’ve put you through but then all day today I saw how you looked at Suguru. I shrugged it off but the way you pouted at the fact he was already walking ahead of you as if you wanted more time with him today, I couldn’t take it Sa-rang.” He told me with a hint of anguish in his tone.

Gojo Satoru. The man who was always seemingly collected was near falling at the seams over me and I didn’t hate it. In fact I think somewhere inside of me I waited for something like this from him. He always had a wall around him that only Suguru had a way to pass. I never blamed him for it, I was the same. Yet part of me always wanted to get closer to him and bulldoze that wall. I assumed it’d never happened though with the way he acted around me, so I purposely made my wall sturdier around him. I let Suguru and Shoko a few inches closer than him. As to not hurt myself from any expectations. Yet here he was shattering my presumptions of him.

He was clearly jealous of Suguru, though I highly admired Suguru and found him very attractive. I never intended to pursue him as an actual crush or anything. I did not intend to get romantically involved with anyone. I simply respected him and the way he carries himself. After Shoko he was the first to welcome me with open arms to this school when I transferred.

I chuckled in my mind at this, the boy with the six eyes that can see everything. Saw wrong for once.

I moved away from the wall and approached Gojo. I don’t know what came over me but before I was aware I was already on my tippy toes and stealing a kiss from him. I never kissed anyone before so I wasn’t sure I planted it against his lips right as he did mine earlier. I began to step back a bit embarrassed at my actions. As I did so, Gojo grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back towards him back to his famous smile that draws everyone who catches it in. This time however I could sense the sincerity in it.

“Sa-rang, I want you.” he said to me as he pressed his lips firmly back to mine. This time I could feel his tongue enter my mouth, swishing against mine as if looking for something. I struggled to breathe a little. It was as if our mouths were at war and Gojo was definitely winning. He broke his lips away from mine, giving me a chance to catch my breath. I could hear him softly panting and I looked up at his pale ocean blue eyes. Unbeknown to me I was gazing at him with pure lust in my eyes, my body wanting to taste him more as if this was what it was searching for all along. He picked up on it quickly as he lifted me up and carried me quickly into my room.

Next thing I knew we were already on my bed making out again. He was ontop of me kissing me with more intensity than he did before but so was I this time.

“Fuck- Sa-rang I need you now.” Gojo exclaimed under his breath between our kisses. I could already feel something hard press against me. I looked down and then back up to him with curiosity but also with unsureness.

“Gojo I don’t know, I’ve never even kissed before now.” I confessed to him. It was true the most I knew about sex was from the smut books I caught glimpses from adults reading when I hopped from libraries to libraries for shelter after they closed for the night as a kid. I read them to pass time along with plenty of other genres but I’ve never done anything like what happened in the stories. Even though my journal was filled with deep desires that crossed my mind from time to time that were in that category, I was completely inexperienced in this field.

Gojo looked at me while he replied back “We can continue kissing and see where it leads. I want you so bad Sa-rang. I’ve waited so long for this”

I wanted him too and I was already so into the kissing I nodded to his suggestion. Gojo began kissing me all over every so often, going back to passionately locking his lips back to mine. Before long he was already kissing down to my privates, undressing me as he did till I was already in my underwear, I blushed and was shocked at how I was so entranced from his kisses I didn’t notice my clothes gradually disappearing. Gojo was below my pelvis and he looked at me smirking. I knew that smirk, he was about to start teasing me. “You’re already so wet down here I dont even have to remove these panties to tell” he remarked as he pressed his lips to my private area. I let out a quiet moan as I felt his lips through my panties and covered my face in embarrassment. Gojo grabbed my hands with his hand and pinned them above my head preventing me from hiding away. “Don’t hide Sa-rang, I want to see all of it” he said as he began using his other free hand to slip inside my panties, I could feel his fingers inviting themselves into my folds. “Wooow I knew you were wet but this? This is something else Sa-rang” he mocked me as he began playing with my vagina.

“S-satoru!” I started to say in protest to his perverted comments but instead it resulted in me trailing off into a loud moaning whine. Gojo’s face lit up into a sly grin as he then inserted a finger into me. I fought back the urge to moan out. “Now, now go on and moan out my name again with that sweet voice like you just did. Let me hear it again, beautiful” He said to me as his fingers played inside me. I ended up moaning more the faster his fingers moved inside me. He chuckled as my back began to arch while I came to his fingers. I laid back panting from the new feelings emerging from me. Before I could collect myself, Satoru already undressed his shirt revealing his chiseled body. As if the world made him with his existence being considered art in mind. I subconsciously raised my hand against his chest, feeling him up. “Sa-rang you’re so bold~” he exclaimed at my sudden advances. I felt my face turn red and pouted “You! Were freely touching all over me earlier. If anyone is being bold it's you, Satoru!” I retorted back.

He leaned back on top of me joyfully grinning at my reply. “I love it when you call my name” He said as he locked lips with me again, moving his hands back to undress the last of my clothing. He looked up and down at me as I became flushed at revealing so much of myself to him. The underwear was tolerable. I just imagined I was simply in a swimsuit but now I had nothing on at all. Just bare skin and Satoru was gazing at me as if he were a hungry beast preparing for a feast. He let out an exasperated sigh and looked into my eyes as he pulled away from me. His warmth escaped my body yet again. “Sa-rang, I don’t think I can control myself anymore. I’m at my limit now” he said his dick was clearly outlined underneath his trousers as if it was aching to be let out. In a way I was flattered. The Gojo Satoru, one of the Strongest if anything, the strongest out of us all here was completely vulnerable right now. His body practically begging to be inside mine. I was super turned on. I sat up and began to undress his pants and lower his underwear and out came his hidden member. I was taken aback at its size though I had nothing to compare it to. Something inside me told me this was going to be a challenge going inside me. I stroked the tip of it and I could feel it quiver at my touch, enticing me more. I leaned down towards it and before Satoru could say anything in shock I had already placed his dick inside my mouth and began to lick and suck it all over. I don’t know what got into me but I wanted to see Satoru tremble more like how he made me tremble earlier. With that in mind I sucked him more while he let out a soft moan in excitement. “Hmmm How are you so-” he began to say through clenched teeth but I cut him off mid sentence by putting him farther in my mouth, I felt his hand grab the top of my head and push me down. His dick went deeper hitting the back of my mouth as he began moving my head at his own will. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as I fought back the feeling of choking and focused on sucking him off more. “Sa-rang I’m about to burst” Satoru moaned out while still fucking the inside of my mouth. I tried to respond but all that could get through was a mumble and he was already cumming in mouth. I felt a thick warm liquid well up inside my throat. Some of it slithered down while the rest stored itself inside the rooms of my cheeks as he exited my mouth. He looked at me pleased with himself yet somewhat guilt reckoned he was about to say something about letting his load in my mouth but I had already swallowed it all. I looked back at him as I licked the remains of his cum from my lips. I could see something awake in him again in his eyes and his dick. I also felt something throb between my legs as I had swallowed his cum. Before I could tell him what I felt he had already had me pinned down to the bed again, panting against my ear. “Sa-rang I’m not holding back anymore” he said in a breathless rasp of pure lust while he held my hands down and used his other to press his dick against my vagina. I could feel it throbbing almost as restless as its owner. I said nothing but a loud moan as he inserted it inside me. “I’m almost in, just gotta a bit more to go” he said as I peered down, this man only inserted the tip and I was already close to coming again. He slid more deeper and moaned along with me. I ended up coming again this time all over his dick instead of his fingers. “Though I love you coming on me already, I’m just getting started baby” He said with a sadistic smile. He began to thrust deep into me. “Damn, youre gripping on me so tight it’s sucking me in” He moaned. “It’s like this pretty hole is starving for me, Sa-rang” He added in between thrusts all I could do was moan out in response. Every thrust I could feel him moving deeper up and down inside me. “Sa-rang, I didn’t know you were such a little slut? Your body is practically begging me to fuck it more” he teased me.

I looked up at him and glared at his mocking. “I-I’m not a s-slut!” I somehow refuted between the moaning escaping my lips. He grinned at my expression, loving every moment of this “Right, you’re not a slut.” he said with a pause in both speech and movement as leaned towards my face locking eyes with me. “You’re my little slut.” he said firmly as he thrusted hard into me. I let out a gasp as he shoved his tongue down my throat while he continued turning out my insides with his dick. And honestly, it felt so good. He unlocked his lips from mine and stopped thrusting once again and whispered into my ear. “C’mon tell me how much my little slut princess wants me to keep shoving my dick in her” he teased and waited for my reply.

“Satoruuuu!” I whined in defiance. But to no avail he didn't move.

“I’m not continuing till you say it, precious” He coaxed as he began to slide his dick out to exit me.

I wanted to respond back in jest but I could feel my lower half aching for him. I wanted to feel him move inside me deeply again.

I looked at him with tears of annoyance and defeat. “Satoru I want your dick shoving inside me.” I said to him waiting for him to slide back into me.

“Ah-ah you gotta repeat it exactly” he teased with a devilish tone.

I pouted but caved in “Satoru…your little s-slutty princess…wants you to keep shoving your dick inside her.” I repeated word for word begging for him to fuck me more.

He immediately pushed hard into me while I gasped for air, I dug my nails into his back. “Good girl.” He whispers into my ear proudly as he starts to thrust in steady paced rhythms. I could see the sweat dribble down his forehead in between his movements causing his long white bangs to swoop and swish around his face, some strands clinging along his pink flushed skin. He drops his head and starts to suckle my neck and chest planting wet and messy kisses on . While increasing the pace of his hips clashing into me. He was enjoying every second of this. As if he was savoring every sound he could jolt from my lips.

“W-wait Satoru that’s too fast” I whimpered out shakily. He lifts his head back but not before tugging at my nipple with his teeth in a grin causing me to yelp out and cling my legs around him. “C’mon you know you love it” he rasped out of his teeth as he lifted me up as he sat up, positioning me on top of him and causing his shaft to hit an even deeper part inside me. Each thrust this time I could feel the tip of his dick kissing my womb as if greeting it. “Here look down at how you’re basically clenching around me, your cunt starving for my cock like the good little slut you are for me” he cooed.

He wasn’t wrong, I was loving the sensation of him slamming into me. It was a mixture of pain and electrical pleasure. However I still had some ounce of boldness left in me and leaned my body forward before his next timed thrust. Using the tides of my actions to push me on top of him now. He looked up at me with peering blue eyes of curiosity. In which I answered in grinding myself on him, his engorged cock twitching inside me with burning eagerness. Satoru found himself squirming his pelvis under me in response to my hips sliding against him, moving as to tease his throbbing dick. I exhaled a breathy moan as I ran my bangs through my bangs to move them away from my burning face. “Shit, You’re so hot baby” Satoru groaned out all while admiring the view of me riding on top of him. He bit down on his lip and I felt his hands move from his sides now gripping the sides of my hips. He slowly started to glide me up and down over his pulsing dick. Though I was initially ravishing the idea of triumphing over the man who so easily turned me into a mess moments ago, I could feel my clit prickle at the feeling of his tight grip on my hips. I couldn’t help but wish he’d ram his long cock deep up into me. Somehow knowing what I desired, Satoru raised his hips up and proceeded to slam up into my slit down on his now squelching dick that was soaked in all my juices. As I bounced on top of him, my breast jumping up and down in front of him, he couldn’t help but grab one of them with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around my erect nipples.

“Whatever happened to that fiery attitude you had a second ago?” He taunted me but all I could do was let out a choked sob of complete ecstasy. Noticing the breathless daze he was putting me into he let a toothy grin spread across his lips. He continued to thrust in and out of me at the same intense quicken pace. I felt the thick veins running along his huge cock rubbing my walls in every vigorous pound. It was as if Satoru was forcing my insides into the shape of his dick. Suddenly I could feel his core clenching. He locked lips with me, groaned into my mouth as I moaned back into his.

“Baby, I’m about to burst inside of you.” He warned me with a growl against my lips. “I want to come deep inside you, Sa-rang.” he mumbled under his raspy breath. I felt my heart race at the thought of his seed gushing into me. He grabbed my face, studying my disheveled appearance. “You can take it all for me. Can't you, precious?” he beckoned to me in a tone that was more instructing than asking. I nodded eagerly, not able to hold back my curiosity due to the daze his dick was putting me into. His aching dick convulsed inside me, letting his thick cum pour into me. I could feel it trying to fill me up completely. I couldn’t help but climax with him. As he embraced me tightly he bit down against my neck sucking a mark on my damp skin. Releasing all of his seed into me as he told me he would. As he broke his body away from mine, pulling his now limp dick out I could feel his cum oozing out of me. Coming back to my senses at the sight of it getting on my sheets, I shouted out to him.

“GOJO SATORU! I can’t believe you just did that!” I exclaimed with a glare pointed at him. “It was bad enough we didn’t use protection but you came so much into me! What if I become pregnant.” I rambled on while still processing everything we just did in my post-tidy room. I knew I agreed with him doing it but I still couldn't believe it. Why’d I agreed so enthusiastically? It wasn’t like me to lose my rationale like that regardless of any pressure I could be in.

Gojo was already up and was coming back with tissues to wipe his seed off of me and my sheets. He was still focusing on everything I was saying but he knew until I gathered myself anything he said in response would just be lost in translation once I got like this. I was soon more collected than before now but I was still slightly concerned. After tossing the used tissues, he sat next to me and pulled me into his arms. In just that one action I felt calmer. I sighed and immediately planned the solution to my worries. I’ll buy a concoction tomorrow to deter the chance of any pregnancy.

I turned my face towards him, he was already gazing down at me with a charming stare in his eyes. “Sa-” I started to call out to him but stopped myself instantly remembering my resolve before our shared intimacy. “Gojo.” I said and I could note a frown in his brow. I pulled out of his embrace, now sitting beside him with some distance. He looked at me and smiled a smile of disappointment and bitterness at the revert of my calling of him. “So it’s now back to just “Gojo” huh?” He asked with pain in his tone.

“Gojo this happened way too fast….I-” I struggled to find the words to explain myself.

“I can’t love anyone right now, Gojo. I don’t have time to let someone close to me again right now.” I stated to him firmly trying to hold back the sting in my throat.

Gojo laughed. It wasn’t a laugh of joy or anything. It was a laugh of contempt towards my statement. It was a laugh at himself for even believing for a second this was going to go anywhere with us. He got up and walked towards my door to leave but stopped before exiting. He turned towards me, his eyes somewhat pained.

“It’s funny. You’re telling me you don’t have it in you to be close to anyone else right now, but I know you mean just me. You don’t want to be close to me. I bet if I was Suguru it’d be a different story……whatever, don’t forget a moment ago it was my name you were moaning out though.” He said coolly with a harsh grin upon his lips. He left my room before I could add anything to his conclusion.

I laid down in my bed, exhausted. Though I was tired from what we did, this tiredness weighing down on me right now was more so emotional. I never hated Gojo. I enjoyed the intimate moment we shared more than my brain was ready to accept. Yet I was plagued with the reminder of what it was like to devote yourself to someone. To care deeply for anyone and then to have them torn away from you. I lost too many of my family dear to me to consider opening my heart to loving anyone again. I saw no point in sharing that with Gojo though while basically rejecting his care in his heart for me. I felt it’d be irrelevant or not understandable to him. Since we both knew Gojo Satoru is the strongest, no one could ever hurt him. He’d state I wouldn’t have to worry over such a thing. No one has ever hurt Gojo until I just did….

{Perspective change}

After Geto Suguru finished his report he went to go find his companions. He first went to find Sa-rang not aware of the spectacle he was about to overhear as he approached her door. He heard sexual noises. He could hear her blissed out gasps and moans leaking from her room. Bewildered at the sound of his friend experiencing pleasure he then felt his pants tighten below his abdomen. Before he could process that he then heard her breathlessly gasping out for Satoru and he swore he could hear his best friend, Gojo Satoru in there panting and whispering to her.

Geto silently rushed back to his own room in the dorms. He entered his room and decided to take a cold shower while he pondered about what he witnessed. How long were Satoru and Sa-rang involved in such an intimate way and how did he not notice sooner. They’ve always spent their days together and never saw anything to hint they were together in that way. Gojo teases everyone and he noticed how he was more obnoxious towards Miyoshi but he thought nothing of it. Meanwhile he was aware Miyoshi drew firm lines between herself and everyone else, an especially thicker line towards Satoru. He assumed she disliked him and who could blame her for the way he always treated her. At most he knew she tolerated Satoru.

He got out of the shower and dried off, then dressed himself. He laid in bed in puzzlement. While he laid there his thoughts went back to the sound of Sa-rang moaning. He couldn’t shake it out of his mind and before he knew it his dick began to press against the fabric of his sweatpants just like before when he was outside her dorm room. He took his dick out, rubbing it from the balls up the shaft to the tip. He imagined her moaning out his name instead and the view of her underneath him taking in his cock loving it more than how she felt with Satoru. Delving deep into his fantasy he continued to pleasure himself till completion. After another shower he went to sleep, blocking everything that happened to deal with tomorrow. Yet in the back of his mind he wanted her.

Lmk if I should continue or scrap this ✨

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[celiciaa]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

CHAPTER TWO.

Make me feel alive.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

trigger warnings: mentions of human trafficking, drugs

MINORS DNI.

━━FLASHBACK━━

Several decades ago, a series of deaths of members of the imperial family and powerful aristocrats occurred in Obsidian.

The story begins with the prince stabbing people to death, a horse-drawn carriage accident, a series of murders and injuries due to a love affair, and an execution….

The unfortunate events continued as if someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes,

Those who were drinking on the sweet honey of power were desperately trying to win over the remaining powerful people.

And the person that caught the attention of many people was a boy from the imperial family who was still young at the time.

The one-eyed boy carried a murderous presence, striding around the castle with a smile on his face amidst a succession of deaths of his royal family.

He has strong intelligence that rivals adults through his few words.

It didn't take long for people to see him as a royal vessel.

That the one-eyed boy will one day become an emperor.

The rumors spread like a fire on a fuse,

And people tried desperately to win his favor somehow.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Gilbert: It was funny back then. People who had never batted an eye at me before suddenly bowed their heads.

Gilbert: An old man kneeling to a little kid….

Gilbert: I wish I could show you how pitiful that sight was.

(….Lord Gilbert's childhood stories are always sad no matter how much I’ve listened to them.)

Gilbert: Ahaha, don't look so glum. We haven't even gotten to the main part yet, have we?

Emma: Is this topic related to your birthday?

Gilbert: Yeah. Think about it. If you were to try to win me over, what would be the first thing you'd do?

Emma: Bake a lot of sweets.

Walter: Please don’t…feed him plenty of sugar.

Emma: I-I’m sorry.

Gilbert: Keep your mouth shut if you don't want to die, Walter.

Walter: …It's my job to look after your health.

Gilbert: Putting this lousy man aside, your idea is correct. You'll give me something that will make me happy, right?

Gilbert: But a gift is something that cannot be given without a reason. That's where many people pay attention to——

Emma: It was…during your birthday….

Gilbert: Yes. People thought of me as a child back then. Children love presents, don't they?

Gilbert: One year ago, an incompetent aristocrat threw a birthday party for me.

━━FLASHBACK━━

Aristocrat: Happy birthday, Lord Gilbert.

Aristocrat: We would like to offer our blessings to His Highness, our family has made this rare stone——

Gilbert: Hehe, thank you. But I don't need that.

Aristocrat: Lord Gilbert?

Gilbert: I'm feeling sleepy today, so I'm heading back. Good night.

Aristocrat: P…Please wait!

Gilbert: Ahaha, don't worry. I have plans to meet you tomorrow.

Aristocrat: …Plans?

Gilbert: Yes, I'll see you on the execution site.

Aristocrat: !?

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Gilbert: I killed him the next day.

Emma: Eh…

Gilbert: I’m telling you this as a primary example…

I was so shocked that my mind went blank.

Roderich: …He was executed for human trafficking and possessing illegal drugs.

Roderich: He used to be a black marketeer and trained unidentified orphans with drugs and sold them illegally, Lord Gilbert had been monitoring him for a long time——

Gilbert: Hey, did I give you the permission to speak?

His red eye that oozed murderous intent kept Mr. Roderich’s mouth shut in an instant.

Gilbert: Anyway, I killed him.

Gilbert: What was their opinion? Of course, I think celebrating my birthday caused some resentment.

Gilbert: After that year, there were no more daredevil fools.

Gilbert: I was happy to be able to wipe out all the people celebrating my birthday.

Emma: Why…do you hate being celebrated so much?

(Lord Gilbert’s birthday is a taboo for the Obsidianite people.)

(But the celebration itself isn't necessarily a bad thing.)

Gilbert: I wonder why?

Looks like he’s not going to talk about getting it to the core, and Lord Gilbert discarded his words behind his smile.

When I looked at Mr. Roderich and Mr. Walter, they just shook their heads.

(I bet no one knows the reason.)

Gilbert: Now, little rabbit. As I said before, it's almost my birthday.

Lord Gilbert got up from the bed, stood in front of me, wrapped his fingers around my neck, and squeezed it lightly.

Gilbert: Do you want to celebrate by risking your life? // Would you like to celebrate with the cost of your life?

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[monstersdownthepath]

A pair of new deities

Well, sort of new. One of them is entirely original, but the first one is actually based on a comedic aside found in Agents of Edgewatch: Assault on Hunting Lodge Seven, where he's listed among a few of the notable names to try and miserably fail to take on the Test of the Starstone. In both cases, however, these deities are involved with the Starstone, a bit of lore I've not really touched before due to my preference for cosmic horror.

In reality, both of these could be full articles on their own, but I feel like they're not 'big' enough to get two individual pages. Maybe one day I'll change my mind. For now, though, here's a look at Veelich, the God of Failure, and Wittiby, the God of Familiars.

VEELICH, THE UNWANTED Chaotic Neutral God of Failure, Outcasts, and Falling Forever In Bottomless Pits

Domains: Chaos, Darkness, Luck, Protection, Void Subdomains: Caves*, Shadow, Curse, Imagination, Solitude, Isolation* Favored Weapon: Club Symbol: A hole or trench with a goblin hand reaching out of it. Sacred Animal: None Sacred Color: Green and yellow *Followers of Veelich can modify either the Darkness or Void Domains with the Caves Subdomain, and the Darkness Domain with the Isolation Subdomain.

Veelich the Unwanted was once known as the unluckiest goblin in all of Absalom, if not the Inner Sea, or perhaps even the world. Not a day went by that he didn't stub his toe, slam his fingers against something, spill his drinks and food, bump into the wrong person, or open his mouth and accidentally insult the very wrong person. To many, it felt as though he couldn't have possibly been doing it on accident; no one alive could be so cursed! Certainly, he was doing this for attention! But Veelich repeatedly insisted, sometimes tearfully, sometimes full of fury, that he wasn't doing anything on purpose, and near as anyone could tell, he was being genuine. Things just happened to him, constantly, and perhaps his only solace (or perhaps his true curse) is that he hadn't been killed for it yet.

That all changed when he tried to take the Test of the Starstone, so people thought. Like every aspirant, Veelich had to first make it inside the cathedral, and to do that, he had to first bypass the bottomless pit which surrounded it. Like so very, very many aspirants before him, the first challenge proved to be insurmountable, and to his credit, he did go all out on his attempt. He had purchased a powerful potion of Jump to heroically leap into the air, a sturdy parachute to glide the rest of the way, and a sturdy security line attached to a powerful, magic stake in the ground in case his luck went sour (as it always did), and even a Ring of Sustenance to both avoid the risk of food poisoning AND assure that his goblin appetite didn't force him to do anything stupid once he finally got into the cathedral.

What he did not know was that his Jump potion was on a discount due to being largely expired, its effects not nearly as dramatic as they should have been, his parachute wasn't secured properly, and a citizen passing by as he set up had accidentally dripped some savory sauce on his safety line, attracting the attention of a voracious rat. Even if none of those incidents had occurred, the sheer number of good luck charms he had brought with him in the hopes of stabilizing his cursed luck would have weighed him down anyway, but fate did not have to work especially hard to send him screaming into the darkness, Ring of Sustenance assuring he wouldn't even die quickly, never to be seen or heard again... For about five or so years.

It was, perhaps, more surprising for Veelich than it was for the first of his unintentional Clerics, Oracles, Antipaladins, and the like to find out that he had achieved a measure of divine apotheosis as he fell endlessly in that pit; he had gotten so used to talking to figments of his imagination as he fell that it took his devoted several months to convince him that they were real, and that he had actually succeeded in his goal of becoming a god... But not in the way he had wanted. In a cruel cosmic jest, the cruelest yet, his attempts at becoming the God of Overcoming Adversity had cemented him as the God of Failure, a figure of mockery and a target of endless jokes, all of which he gets to hear every time someone mentioned him by name. He doesn't even get a proper divine realm, instead having been transported, at some point, to a dark pocket of the Maelstrom that perfectly imitates the pit he spent his final few years as a mortal falling through. His divine portfolio doesn't lend itself to any particularly major miraculous acts; he's mostly a sponge and scapegoat for misfortune and curses, which he then passes onto his followers so that they may then pass them onto their foes (provided they don't perish miserably from the influx of cursed power).

It's not all bad, though. In a way, his bad luck never actually killed him, and though his power isn't especially impressive when compared to that of a proper Ascended, it DOES give him hope that one day, he will be able to find out who or what worked to make him so miserable in his mortal life.

As a proper god, Veelich can grant Boons to any creature taking the Deific Obedience feat, but he does not possess a dedicated Prestige Class such as Feysworn or Diabolist. Boons are typically gained slowly, achieved at levels 12, 16, and 20, but by entering the Evangelist, Exalted, or Sentinel Prestige Classes as early as possible, they can be obtained at levels 8, 11, and 14 instead. While normally a full god would grant three sets of Boons, Veelich isn't powerful or especially creative enough to come up with more than one. Perhaps, in time, he will.

Obedience: Either find or create a hole deep enough to hide your entire head inside, then do so. Spend at least half an hour making casual (though one-sided) conversation about what's been going on in your life so Veelich gets some respite from the deluge of frantic prayers, then you may devote the remaining time to redirecting any misfortune or accidents you have suffered or believe you will suffer to him. Benefit: Gain a +4 sacred or profane bonus to saving throws against curses, and to Climb and Athletics checks.

Boon 1: Cruel Irony (Sp): Gain Jump 3/day, Create Pit 2/day, or Curse of Befouled Luck 1/day.

Boon 2: Curse Sponge (Sp): Common faithful believe Veelich will soak up all their bad luck and misfortune, but you know that prayer isn't enough. Sometimes you have to roll up your sleeves and do it yourself. Up to three times per day, you may cast Accept Affliction as a spell-like ability, except you may use it on any creature within 20ft rather than as a touch spell. If you've absorbed at least three separate afflictions from another being with this ability (whether it be all in a single casting, or one affliction per casting) within the same 24 hour period, Veelich redirects a portion of your suffering; once within the next 24 hours, you can cast Bestow Curse as a spell-like ability.

Boon 3: Screaming Into the Darkness (Sp): Once per day, you may give a foe a taste of what the God of Failure had to deal with. This acts as using the Maze spell as a spell-like ability, except instead of sending a victim into an extradimensional labyrinth, it sends them falling into a bottomless pit inside of which flight--magical or mundane--is impossible. As such, the victim does not make Intelligence checks to escape, but must instead succeed Climb checks (DC 15 + 1/2 your Hit Dice + your Charisma modifier): the first to catch themselves and stop from falling, then 2 additional successful Climb checks for each round they failed to stop themselves from falling (thus a creature that fell for 3 rounds would need to make 6 successful Climb checks to fully emerge from the pit). A creature that fails to escape the pit reappears at the location they disappeared from falling at terminal velocity, taking 20d6 bludgeoning damage the moment they hit a solid surface.

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WITTIBY, THE SAGE OF SMALL MAGIC True Neutral God of Familiars, Cantrips, and Arcane Study

Domains: Animal, Community, Knowledge, Magic, Strength Subdomains: Animal*, Cooperation, Education, Arcane, Resolve Favored Weapon: Quarterstaff Symbol: An animal-patterned spellbook with a pearl clasp Sacred Animal: Any familiar Sacred Color: Lime green *Followers of Wittiby may select any of the Subdomains under the Animal Domain.

Disparagingly called the Undeserving God by many, the tale of Wittiby is a strange one, a story tinged with hubris, tragedy, and lost friends. They were once the proud assistance of an archmage, a familiar created from a beloved pet and instilled with a grasp of the mystic and the arcane. Who their archmage was, and what shape they had before their ascension, are both memories that were lost to them during the trauma experienced within the Starstone Cathedral.

No one is ever prepared for the Test of the Starstone, no matter how great their power. The archmage was no different, confidently striding across the bottomless pit with a powerful Wind Walk spell and deftly avoiding the pockets of dead magic sent up to stop them before throwing open the cathedral's doors as though they were the doors of the mage's own tower. All the while, Wittiby was on their shoulder, cheering them on as the doors closed behind them, sealing their fates.

What, exactly, happened within the cathedral is something they will not say, though they obviously remember it with perfect clarity. All they reveal is that their beloved archmage, whose name was taken from them, survived every trial the Starstone Cathedral placed in their path... every trial but the last one, in the Starstone's own chamber, which took their life. Though, by all accounts, the archmage appears to have been a haughty, self-aggrandizing blowhard, their final act was one of pure kindness, sealing their beloved familiar--pet, associate, friend--in a bubble of force to protect them from the terrible backlash of arcane severance to try and teleport them out of the Cathedral, wishing only for Wittiby to escape the cathedral and the rest of their life free, but fate had other plans in store.

Someone touched the Starstone that day, after all. It just wasn't the one who opened the door.

When asked what possessed them to do such a thing, Wittiby claims that they planned to use their divine powers to turn their archmage into their Herald, restoring them to life. It was not to be, though, and for such a selfless wish, the familiar's cataclysmic ascension event tore all records of who the archmage was from reality so thoroughly that no one who was there the very day they strolled into town could even recall the mage's face or name. Going even further, Wittiby's form became protean and chaotic, shifting between dozens of animals in the span of minutes, to rob them of the shape their master gave them. All they have left is their master's spellbook, bereft of details of their life but cover-to-cover full of immense arcane knowledge.

Whether this apparent cosmic cruelty is some form of punishment from the Starstone itself for trying to bypass its rules, a price paid by all Ascended that they simply do not speak of or cannot remember (Wittiby's arcane bond to their master may be the sole reason they recall anything about them), the fate of any being to make it to the center of the cathedral but who failed the final test or, as many sneer, the price paid for Wittiby all but literally riding their way to the Starstone without doing any real work, is the subject of conjecture... even by Wittiby theirself, who isn't yet sure if they even deserve their position.

Still getting used to their place as a new god, Wittiby's dour mood has yet to fully lift, but they find joy where they can in their new duties as God of Small Magics. Every time an aspirant caster learns a new cantrip, casts their first spell, and forges (or deepens) a bond with their familiar, the world gets a little bit brighter for the Shapeless Sage. Their time as a god is a mere handful of years, their faithful a scant handful in number, knowledge of their very existence all but unheard of beyond Absalom, so time will yet tell what sort of god they will grow to be as the passing years heal their wounds and scars over their memories. For the moment they are content performing small blessings to protect mages and their bonded allies from danger when they can, and putting hopeful casters on the path to discovering and mastering their first spells.

As a proper god, Wittiby can grant Boons to any creature taking the Deific Obedience feat, but they do not possess a dedicated Prestige Class such as Feysworn or Diabolist. Boons are typically gained slowly, achieved at levels 12, 16, and 20, but by entering the Evangelist, Exalted, or Sentinel Prestige Classes as early as possible, they can be obtained at levels 8, 11, and 14 instead. While normally a full god would grant three sets of Boons, Wittiby is too new to divinity to offer more than one.

Obedience: Practice magic with your familiar or animal companion for at least one hour. If you are not a caster or do not have a familiar/animal companion, spend at least one hour either researching magical theory or caring for an animal which trusts you. Benefit: Whenever you, your familiar, or your animal companion performs the Aid Another action, your target gains an additional +2 sacred or profane bonus to their check.

Boon 1: The Essentials (Sp): Gain Magic Missile 3/day, Levitate 2/day, or Tiny Hut 1/day

Boon 2: Hedge Wizardry (Su/Sp): The blessing of the God of Small Magic gives you mastery over the smallest magic there is: cantrips. Each time you complete your Obedience, select three cantrips from an Arcane caster class (Magus, Sorcerer, Summoner, Witch, or Wizard). You may cast these cantrips at will as spell-like abilities for the next 24 hours. In addition, once per round as a swift action, you may cast any level 0 spell you know (be it a cantrip, knack, orison, etc) with a casting time of 1 standard action or less, including the ones gained from this Boon.

Boon 3: Constant Companion (Sp): The pain of losing one's treasured companion can be crippling, and Wittiby seeks to alleviate that pain as quickly as they possibly can. You may cast True Resurrection once per day as a spell-like ability, but only to return a creature's bonded companion to life. This includes familiars, bonded mounts (like that of a Paladin or Cavalier), animal companions and, if need be, eidolons. This does NOT include hirelings or cohorts gained via Leadership. You may use this ability to resurrect bonded companions other than your own. Using this ability as an excuse to repeatedly send bonded companions into danger against their will is seen as an abuse of Wittiby's gift and may provoke their wrath.

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[vickyvicarious]

Mina today like 😒🙄 anyway as I was saying, I could feel my husband who is Jonathan...

Oh man, imagine how offended she will feel when she eventually reads Van Helsing's memorandum and sees what he thought she was talking about. I don't think she noticed before, especially given how hilariously matter-of-fact she is about sensing Jonathan in this entry. But I can easily see her scoffing and kind of just tossing the memorandum down on the table in disgust at that part. Maybe leaving the room to go give Jonathan a kiss (in front of Van Helsing for extra measure) just because.

About her being so matter-of-fact today... It's funny actually, because when she's had premonitions about his condition despite physical separation in the past (thinking he's not on the water in Whitby, her fear to think of him/certainty he's not in danger soon after they part when hunting Dracula) she sounds a bit uncertain. But on November 5 (since both today and yesterday's entries occurred on that day), perhaps as she feels his presence getting closer, she drops any self-doubt or logical justifying in favor of utmost certainty.

"Let us go to meet my husband who is, I know, coming towards us."

"It was late in the afternoon when the Professor and I took our way towards the east whence I knew Jonathan was coming."

"The two men might be Dr. Seward and Mr. Morris. I knew at all events that neither of them was Jonathan. At the same time I knew that Jonathan was not far off; looking around I saw on the north side of the coming party two other men, riding at break-neck speed. One of them I knew was Jonathan, and the other I took, of course, to be Lord Godalming."

Look at all that knowing! She's not admitting any possibility of doubt at all. It's her husband (who, yes Professor, is of course Jonathan) who she senses and she knows exactly where he's coming from and which one is him. Sure, I guess you could say that she knows he's coming because they're all coming according to the plan, and she could recognize her husband even at such a distance because she knows him so well. But that doesn't really explain her certainty that Jonathan is close even before she sees him, or her consistent focus on only mentioning Jonathan when everyone else is coming towards them too.

And while it's a little less certain, there's even a moment in the middle of the battle where she seems to know he is safe (unlike Quincey sadly):

I should have felt terrible fear at seeing Jonathan in such danger, but that the ardour of battle must have been upon me as well as the rest of them; I felt no fear, but only a wild, surging desire to do something.

She says this just before Jonathan's approach sends the men cowering before him. In my mind it fits well with her certainty that he's in no danger when traveling on the ship, even though as far as they know he might have caught up to Dracula on the river and been in trouble. (In fact, after she says that he has a restful sleep.) It doesn't feel like too far a leap to say that Mina is so tuned in to Jonathan here that she can tell nothing will be happening to him.

If we harken back to early Whitby entries, where Mina woke when Lucy was in danger and felt deep worry about Jonathan, I think it's a lot easier to read as just her being a light sleeper and knowing her friend/husband well enough to tell if someone's off about their behavior or letters. But there's also a possible reading that she has always been a little bit psychic. Maybe she's only really tapped into that power since her attacks, when she was actively trying to use mental powers against Dracula, but at least some of it can be seen as inherently her own, which she's learned to use/trust/strengthen over the course of the book.

(Also, about that last quote - here's a fun theory. Maybe Mina does "do something" here. Maybe she psychically aids Jonathan somehow, helps him bring out the full pissed-off-vampire vibes to stare people down till they literally cannot stand in his way. That could be kind of fun, regardless of whether you assume Jonathan already is supernatural enough himself to do so and she's just helping him make use of it, or if you think she's loaning him some vampyness. ...Actually, I feel like the wafer circle around her should stop her doing any such thing via vampiric methods, so then it would have to be Mina using her normal psychic powers to bring out the full force of Jonathan's Supernatural Weirdness stolen from Dracula in order to protect him. Dunno that I believe it really but it's a cool idea I think.)

#dracula daily #mina murray #jonathan harker #jonmina #replies #anonymous #maybe the psychic stuff depends on a strong bond with/love for the person she is sensing. which is why it comes out for lucy and jonathan