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x0x0josephinex0x0 · 6 months

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POV u gave your s/o a naughty photo book

Seventeen edition

Literally nobody asked for this but the concept has been living in my head rent free so im posting it so you can all suffer with me.

Warnings: suggestive themes throughout, and some mention of orgasms and other sexual topics, this is literally about giving someone a published book of your nudes so minors pls don’t interact. There are no sex acts described.

Seungcheol

It's Seungcheol's birthday, and all of his friends have left. With shaking hands, you had approached him to offer him "the last gift of the evening."

"I'm interested," he said, with one eyebrow raised. He got *that look* in his eyes -- the one where you knew the thoughts in his head were taking a nosedive into sin. You had given him a soft half-smile, the kind you knew made him crazy, before pulling the book out of your purse and handing it to him.

He looks...confused? Upset? It's hard to read his expression as he thumbs through the pages of the *book* you just handed him, his brow furrowed, a broad hand covering his mouth.

After awhile you just can't handle the suspense. "Do you...like it?" you ask him, trying to sound amused, but hearing how worried your voice comes out.

He looks up at you. "I've never seen this set before," he says quietly, gesturing at one of the pages.

You're a nervous wreck at this point — you think he might actually be angry with you — but you also have an inkling that Cheol is just trying to tease you, turn you on…and you have to admit it’s working. He’s got you blushing and stuttering and trying to keep him from being too angry. "It's new," you explain. "I got it for the shoot."

"Hmmm."

Cheol calmly shuts the book, standing up and walking over to you until he's standing directly in front of you. "You're gonna need to come with me," he says, and suddenly he's slinging you over your shoulder like you're Saint Nicholas's sack of toys.

He explains as he walks back to the bedroom with you. "Saying I liked the book is not quite the right word. Not strong enough. It's more like after seeing that book there was only one possible way the rest of this night was gonna go. It's that kind of book." He pauses. "And I'm appalled that this is the first time I'm seeing you in that set. How much time do you have tonight?" he asks.

"I've got all night," you giggle.

"You'd better have the set with you right now," he says as he tosses you onto the bed like a ragdoll. "We're gonna recreate every single pose in that book in person."

Jeonghan

“What is this?” Jeonghan asks you curiously, coming out of the bedroom with a package wrapped in black paper tied with a red bow. His eyebrows shoot upward as your eyes widen.

“That’s one of your birthday presents,” you say, trying to be smooth and failing.

“Huh,” he says, still watching you carefully — one might even say suspiciously. “Can I open it?”

“Is it your birthday?” you reply.

“In a month,” he says, casually slipping the ribbon off the package. “Why’d you get it so early? And why are you acting weird?” He fidgets with the tape in a vaguely threatening manner.

You deflate. “Well…maybe you should just open it now,” you allow, blushing red. “I’m leaving the room, though.”

“Why?” he calls after you. “Are you embarrassed?”

“Yeah,” you admit, flinging yourself onto the bed in the spare room.

"Huh," he says, suspicious. There are soft ripping sounds, and then...

"Holy *shit*," he curses from the other room, softly enough that you can tell he isn't angry, but loud enough for you to hear.

You hear a page being flipped. "Holy shit," he repeats. "Are they all like this?"

"That's the point of the book," you say, dying of embarrassment and shoving your face into a pillow.

"Honey, I'm gonna need you to come here," Jeonghan finally says.

You don't respond. You can hear him coming after you, and you lay still, hoping he'll think you somehow fell asleep in the last 3 seconds.

He doesn't buy it. "Come here, my love," he nearly purrs, his voice soft and tantalizing. "Don't make me beg."

Hesitantly, you turn your body to meet his eyes. He's leaning against the doorframe, and in his gaze is a kind of cat-like, predatory hunger you're not used to seeing on his graceful features.

He beckons you to him with two fingers, and you sit up to join him. In a swift move, he pins you to the doorframe by the neck -- gently enough that you can still breathe, but your knees go weak as you stare him down.

He grins at you wickedly. "This was payback for Cheol's birthday party, wasn't it?" he asks, waving the book in your face. "Well, I've got a couple of ideas for how to even the score once again."

Joshua

"This is a special gift," you say to him, "to commemorate our first Christmas together."

It is Christmas Eve, and you have just returned home from your parents' house, where you've been celebrating all day. You had told him about your family's tradition of opening one present on Christmas Eve, and he had agreed to participate. You'd picked your gift first -- it was a locket with his photo in it -- and then asked if you could pick his for him, to which he had agreed with a smile.

He makes a show of shaking the package, his eyes wide in anticipation. "It feels like a kid's picture book," he predicts. He rips the paper off the glossy, pure white cover and looks at you. "What is this?" he asks.

You smirk. "Open it," you say.

He does, and his jaw drops. "Baby," he says softly. "This is...wow." He continues to flip through the pages, looking up at you in open-mouthed awe as he does. "This one? Are you *kidding* me? You look so *good* in these photos!"

Your heart is thumping in your chest, a flush rising in your cheeks from his incessant praise of your lewd photos. "Oh, this one is art," he says, flipping the book around to show you. "Wait, let me show you which one was my favorite." He turns back a couple pages to let you look.

You beam at him. "You like it?"

"I *love* it, baby. Thank you." He pats his thighs, an invitation for you to come to him. And you can't help but listen, because his eyes are shining in those Christmas tree lights and making fireworks erupt in your stomach. You straddle his lap, facing him, as he gently places the book down and winds his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. "You're so beautiful. That was such a thoughtful gift, and I'm so glad we get to spend Christmas together."

He looks up at you, pushing your hair out of the way so he can see your face better. "Do you *want* one more gift from me?" he asks you carefully.

You laugh. "I want everything you've got, Joshua Hong."

Jun

“I was waiting for a special occasion to do this,” you say. “And I figured getting engaged to you probably qualifies.”

The room is lit up by a million fairy lights strung overhead. Jun is reclined on a huge bean bag, grinning up at you, the glint of his new engagement band in the dim light making you almost dizzy with joy.

A big projector screen is behind you, hooked up to a PowerPoint presentation you’ve displayed on your laptop. The title: 46 Reasons Why I Deserve Multiple Orgasms Tonight.

“Whew,” Jun laughs, looking up at you. “Do I need to hear all 46 to get your point? That’s a lot of reasons.”

“Are you saying you’ll do it?” you ask him.

“Now, hold on,” he says. “I want to see the PowerPoint.” He takes a sip of his champagne. “But you can expect that we probably won’t make it past the 20th reason.”

You shrug. “Fair enough.” You flip to slide one. There’s a QR code there for him to scan, which he promptly does, waiting patiently for it to load.

And when it does, he opens his mouth in awe. It’s a link to your boudoir gallery, and just the first image of you is enough for him to stand up and grab you by the face and start kissing you like he hasn’t seen you for months and he might never see you again, with enough passion that you’re dizzy.

“46 reasons,” he says in your ear as he lifts you up off the ground. “That first picture deserves 46 orgasms all to itself.”

You laugh. “Did you see any of the other 45 pictures?” you ask as he plants kisses all down your neck to your chest.

“Nope, but i think we’ll just have to settle for me being in debt to you for as long as we live,” he says, and fumbles with the buttons of your shirt.

Soonyoung

You’re doing the dishes in your sweats and a sports bra when Soonyoung comes hurtling around the corner in absolutely nothing but boxers and a bathrobe. “Honey?” you say, concerned. “Are you okay?”

“What is this?!” he asks you, his voice an octave higher than it normally is.

Your eyes widen to the size of dinner plates when you see what he’s holding in his hands.

“Oh,” you say. “Um… it was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday, but then I lost it,” you admit, embarrassed in more than one way, since his birthday was six months ago. “Where did you find it?”

“Never mind that,” he says, waving you off. “We need to talk about how these pictures have made me feel.”

“Do we?” you ask nervously.

He puts the book down on the counter and scoops you into his arms, his hands finding your bare waist. “Weirdly enough, my first thought when I saw those photos is that I don’t want anyone else to ever get to see you like that but me,” he says. He leans down and pecks you on the lips.

You stand on your tiptoes to kiss his nose. “You couldn’t lose me if you tried,” you tell him, tracing a hand down his chest and over his abs before you slide your arms all the way around his waist.

“I think we should get married,” he says, and you freeze.

“Really?” you finally say after a long while. “If that’s all it took, I would have done a boudoir shoot ages ago.”

Wonwoo

You’re standing in the doorway, hesitating. Wonwoo hasn’t spotted you yet - he’s busy playing a computer game, his mouse clicking at furious speeds. You can tell he’s engrossed, and decide to come back later, but just as you’re leaving, he calls your name. “Don’t go,” he says. “I’ll be done in a second.”

True to his word, half a minute later he removes his headset to turn and look at you with a smile. Your new relationship is still a little foreign to both of you, and the sudden fear of rejection is strong as you consider what you’re about to do.

“Hey, honey,” he says, reaching for you and pulling you into his lap, where you wordlessly bring your hands from behind you to in front of you, revealing the book. “What’s this?”

You take a deep breath. “Are you gonna laugh at me?” you ask him seriously.

“Only if you’re funny,” he replies.

You open to the first page. “I got them done a little bit ago and just got them back,” you say quietly. “I…wanted to show you.”

He looks up at you, his gaze curious. “Did you do these for me?” he asks, thumbing through the pages.

“Actually,” you say honestly, “I did them for me. We weren’t together yet. And I hadn’t been feeling very good about myself, so I did these. And it actually gave me the courage to talk to you.”

He’s silent for a minute, drinking in the sight of you on every page. Then — “they’re beautiful. *You’re* beautiful.” He gently presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Thank you.”

He throws the book onto the bed behind you and pulls you in so you’re fully facing him, straddling his lap. He reaches for you, kissing you like you’re air and he’s drowning, trying to tell you without words just what he meant when he said you were beautiful.

Jihoon

You’re relaxing on the couch after a long day, and Jihoon has just come over to you, wordlessly positioning himself on top of you and resting a head on your chest. You run your fingers through his fluffy hair and press a quick kiss to his forehead, using your other hand to scratch small shapes into his back.

You love that he’ll do this with you — you know he’s a bit shy about touch because of how it was when you’d first started dating, but you admire the progress five years, a marriage, and a whole child between you can make.

“Is she asleep?” you ask him now, and he nods against your chest.

“Just needed a brief daddy visit,” he says, yawning. “Oooh, I’m tired.”

“Can I wake you up?” you ask him softly.

He pushes himself up onto his forearms so he can look at you. “I’m listening,” he says casually, but his eyes are eager.

You laugh at how cute he is, and he grins. “Well,” you start, “I know we’ve both been busy lately…you know, with work and keeping a tiny human alive, and I wanted to do something special to reconnect.”

He sits up then, facing you on the couch. “Go on,” he invites.

You reach down and grab the book from under the couch. Jihoon watches you curiously, still looking at you as you hand it to him. “What is this?” he asks you.

“Open it,” you say with a mischievous look in your eyes.

He does, and he gasps. “Oh,” he says, and a blush heats his cheeks as he takes in the sight of you on the glossy pages — in the black velvet lingerie set he got you for Christmas last year.

He keeps looking from you to the book. “What are you thinking about?” you ask him, your soft voice making him shiver.

“I’m thinking about how I’ve seen you like this several times,” he says quietly as he flips through the pages, “and I’m still not sick of it.”

“That lingerie set was an investment,” you agree, and he smiles at you broadly.

He places the book down. “What are the odds you’re wearing it right now under your clothes?”

You laugh. “Why don’t you come find out?”

Minghao

“Remember those photos I took that one time?” you ask him while the both of you are sitting opposite each other on the couch, a mess of limbs tangled together.

“I think I’m gonna need you to be just a little more specific,” he says.

“The ones you encouraged me to take when I wasn’t feeling very good about my body.”

“Oh, those photos,” he says. “I remember them *and* what we did after.”

You blush. “I’m sure you do,” you say. “Well, I just got them back. Wanna see them?”

“Of course I do,” he says, reaching across the couch for your phone.

You hand it to him and watch as he scrolls through the gallery, his expression growing gradually more proud and impressed.

“Baby, these are amazing. Killer editing, and a perfect model.” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to minimize your feelings, but it’s pretty incredible that someone who looks like you can think you aren’t beautiful.”

“Really?” you ask him with a smile.

“Really,” he says. “Come here, sit by me.”

You obey, relaxing your head onto his chest. He kisses your forehead before continuing. “You know I have an eye for beautiful things. I love art, and I love to look at things that have the power to move your emotions. I mean, I’ve seen statues of the goddess Aphrodite in person. And yet the best thing I’ve ever seen is still your naked body. So it’s pretty crazy that you’re better than every piece of art I’ve ever seen and you sometimes still can’t see that.”

You prop yourself up on your elbow to look at him, and he kisses your nose, sending your heart into flips. “Well, I’m not saying that repeating the post-photoshoot activities would help me feel validated, but…” you say, trailing off.

Minghao gets the hint instantly, climbing on top of you and pressing his lips to yours. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” he says between kisses.

Mingyu

“Uhhh…Gyu?” you say, poking his arm. “You haven’t moved a muscle in like…fifteen minutes. Are you okay?”

He doesn’t respond, so you come around to his side of the bed. His eyes are fixated on the book in his hand. You know what’s happening now, and you kneel down in front of him, prying the book from his fingers. “Gyu, baby, look at me,” you say gently.

He meets your eyes with awe. “How?” is the only thing he says.

“How what, honey?” you ask him.

He clears his throat, shaking himself. He cups your face in his hands. “How did you take those photos without me noticing?” he asks in a strangled voice.

“It was literally so hard,” you admit. “Thank goodness for remotes so I could do them myself. It was a couple weeks ago while you were gone.”

“They’re edited in my style, too,” he says breathlessly. “The things you do to me.” He leans back, letting his eyes roam over your body, in a tight black dress you had planned on wearing out to your anniversary dinner. You stand up and lean toward him.

“Would you like dinner or dessert first?” you murmur to him.

He grins, a slow grin that lets you know he’s debating. “Hmm…let’s still go to dinner. It’ll give you time for me to let you imagine what I’m going to do to you when we get back.”

Seokmin

You are both already undressed down to your underwear and kissing ferociously when the doorbell rings. The two of you look at each other in a panic before standing up and throwing on bathrobes, giggling. Your heartbeat is in your throat as you look out the peephole and see a package on the porch.

“It was just the delivery guy,” you whisper back to Seokmin, who’s in the hallway looking dazed in his silky robe.

“Then come back here,” he begs you. “You’re driving me insane.”

But something is telling you to grab the package first. You slip your hand out the door and slide it inside, inspecting the address on the front.

Your eyes light up with recognition and you run to hand the package to Seokmin. He gives you a questioning glance. “Why?” He simply asks.

“Trust me, you’re gonna want to see that before we go any further.”

His eyebrows shoot up as he rips the package open. They widen as he opens the first page of the book. And with every photo he sees, you can feel the tension in the room boiling hotter. He’s grinning. “Oh, *honey*,” he says.

“Just for you,” you say, lightly dragging your nails over his shoulder blades.

His eyes roll back, and he shudders, smiling blissfully. “Cancel your meetings for today. You won’t be coming to work.”

You laugh. “Why not?”

“You won’t be able to walk after I’m done with you,” he says, pulling you into his arms and picking right back up where you left off.

Seungkwan

“Gosh, seriously…” he mutters under his breath, over the phone with you. You’re just a city away while he’s filming, but it is your birthday, and he feels terrible for missing it.

“It’s okay, love,” you reassure him. “We can celebrate tomorrow.”

“But you got *me* a gift?” He asks you incredulously. “For your birthday? Who does that?”

“I do!” You reply with a giggle, and he nearly curses at his phone again.

“I miss you too much,” he says.

“You won’t have to for much longer,” you say, and just then someone hands him the package you sent him on set.

“Do *not* open it around anyone,” you warn him.

“Okay,” he agrees, shutting himself in the bathroom. You can hear the sounds of him unwrapping the book.

And then he moans.

And then you hear what sounds like…clapping?

And then his voice is in your ear again. “Baby,” he groans.

“Umm…hello?” you ask, one part amused, one part worried.

“I’m here,” he says in a choked voice. “But I’m about to come home.”

“No, wait, you have to stay!!” you say, panicking.

“Like hell I do,” he retorts. You hear him leave the bathroom, hear him shout to the room, “I’ve just come down with a terrible bout of IBS, and I’m leaving!”

“You still there?” he says, and it sounds like he’s running.

“Yes?” you ask, torn between laughing and scolding him.

“I’ll be there before you know it, and you’d better be prepared for a long talk.”

The way he says “talk” makes it clear that very little will need to be said.

Vernon

He’s so mild-mannered that you’re hoping the photo book will do it for him. You’re hoping he won’t just say, “that’s nice, love,” as he peers with a clinical gaze at your lewd photos.

And you aren’t disappointed. Because while Vernon isn’t loud, his facial expressions certainly are. His jaw drops comically when he opens the book to a full page, practically nude photo of you. And he just keeps on getting more and more flustered, blushing harder and harder, and saying “damn, baby! These are *gorgeous*.”

He takes his time working his way through the book - stopping to trace the outline of your body on the page, in a way that makes you blush as though he’s doing it for real. “I love this color on you,” he exclaims, holding up a photo of you in an electric purple bra.

“Thank you,” you say, holding your hands up to your red cheeks.

He laughs. “Are you embarrassed?”

You giggle a bit. “Yeah, a little,” you admit. “The shoot, the book… it was all kind of a bold move.”

He nods, looking proudly down at the photo book. “Yeah, it was, baby. Don’t be embarrassed. I love it.”

He stands up and pulls you into a huge hug, resting his head on top of yours. When he pulls away, he grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “While we’re making bold moves,” he says softly, bringing your mouth up to his for a kiss. And then, completely uncharacteristically of him, he lifts you off your feet into his arms to continue kissing.

Chan

You come home to see Chan pawing through a book laying stomach down on the couch. Every turn of the page, he erupts into quiet laughter and kicks his feet.

“What on earth are you reading?” you ask him, putting your keys in the dish and moving toward him to get a peek.

And then you gasp. “What are you doing with that?” you ask him, your face a mask of horror as you try to snatch it from him.

“This is for me, right?” he says, fending you off easily with one arm. “What’s the occasion?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” you grumble, giving up on the snatching as Chan pins you to his side. “No occasion, I just…thought you’d like it.”

“You thought right,” he says. “This is great.” He kisses you on your cheek. “I have a question, though.”

“Ask away,” you say.

“Did you feel like you had to do this, or did you want to?” He sounds genuinely concerned. This is one of the things you love so much about him — he asks you all of your thoughts and doesn’t seem to mind any of the answers you give, so you know you can always tell him exactly what’s on your mind.

“I wanted to,” you assure him. “It’s just, you’re gone so often, and I wanted you to feel like you didn’t have to miss seeing me…well. Seeing me like this, I guess.”

He slowly leans backward until he’s holding you on top of him. “I am gone a lot,” he agrees thoughtfully.

“You are.”

“But I’m here now,” he finishes.

Your gaze drops to his lips and then back up to his eyes. “You are here now,” you repeat.

“So,” he says, a question trailing at the end of his thought, one he won’t ask out loud.

You kiss him before he knows what’s coming.

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arcaneroses · 2 years

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Tighnari x Gn!Reader

The forests love letter

Sypnosis: You find a anymous letter addressed to you, and your heart-throb of a superior Tighnari who usually knows everything seems to be acting very suspicious about said letter...

You stare at the letter addressed to you, the damn bird had delivered it to you this morning. You don't usually get letters from anyone other than your fellow forest rangers, and even that was few and a far between. Odd.

Even more odd was the contents of the letter, it had been written with such care but you could see that the writer had a bit of a shaky and at times too strong of a grip when writing to you.

There was a pressed flower inside, a beatiful lotus that could be found in most nearby rivers but this one had a unusual coloring. It was pressed in the spot where someone would usually sign their letter.

Tighnari would love this, I have to show him. You thought when looking at the flower.

The letter. It was a request, to meet in the dead of night near the Statue of the Seven. The writer had written that they had something to tell you, though you couldn't really understand what exactly.

Why was this so mysterious? You had a hard time wrapping your head around it. You needed more opinions.

"Collei!" You call out to your friend, the young girl looks over at you and hurries over when you invite her over. "What's up Y/n?" Collei asked with a chipper tone, you were glad the younger trainee was seemingly better today.

Tighnari and all the forest rangers, you included, were always worried about the girls illness. "I got this letter, but it's..Arg, see for yourself."

“O-okay? Let's see.."

Collei scoots closer, craning her neck a little to try to get a glimpse of the handwriting.

"Wow this is really pretty, I wish I had the skill to make something like this." The green-haired girl gasps, "Um, the message is kind of vague though. I would think twice before-..Wait! I recognize this writing style." Collei's eyes widen in realization.

"You do?! Who is it?"

"Aa!" Collei yelps, embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "Uh! No one! I-I saw wrong, whats that? I'm being called to a super urgent task that need to be done NOW?" Collei starts backing away, smiling like crazy.

"Sorry Y/n, I have to go. But it seems like you just have to face this head on, you got this!" Collei waves goodbye before fleeing the scene. Leaving you utterly and completely dumbfounded.

"Okay, that was also, very weird." You said to yourself.

Maybe if Collei couldn't help, Tighnari could. Your boss was always very knowledgeable when it came to..pretty much everything. He would know...

"I don't have any idea what that is about." Tighnari concluded after only a short look at the letter. "What!? But Tighnari you have to know, you're my last hope!" You wailed, helplessly throwing your arms in the air. To show how much in distress you were.

"Y/n, I am honored you think so highly of me to come ask for..advice. But my area of expertise lies in botany and the rainforest, not some..letter." Tighnari’s sighed and his ears twitched.

"Did you ask anyone else?" Tighnari inquired and turned around to start sorting his shelves of stuff. Leaving you to look at his back and pretty tail.

"I did ask Collei, but she just told me that 'You have to face this head on! You got his!" You told him, basically kicking rocks in your mind.

"Well, do that then. Figure out what you want to do about it and do it. There really isn't much more to it." You could feel Tighnari’s eyes rolling at you, like they often times would.

"Hm, okay. Maybe you're right.." You hum, taking your friends advice and trying to think things through.

Tighnari takes the chance to get a quick sideways glance to where you stand and rub at your chin thoughtfully.

There’s a crease in between your eyebrows; maybe you're confused again. In Tighnari’s stomach, a weird tumbling, giddy feeling is lurching around.

"Uhm..I, hm..." You mumble deep in thought. Tighnari smiles a little helplessly at you. The forest watcher honestly thinks you look so fucking hot and somehow adorable right at that moment.

"Whoever it is, I suppose I have to meet them. It seems urgent..right?" You finally come to a conclusion,

"Oh! Ah, yes. It does seem..urgent. You should definitely meet them, if that is what you want Y/n." Tighnari nods affirmative, you note that he seemed to have been also deep in thought.

“What do you think they want to ask you?” Tighnari asks. And that gets your attention immediately.

Determined, he sits up and grabs you by the wrist. Your skin tingling at the contact Tighnari’s slender and warm fingers.(does the dude use handlotion??) “Do you think they want to be your..partner?”

"I, I don't know, probably not? Haha, who would want that from me?" Your words stumble out nervously, you hope that he couldn’t feel your quickening heart.

"Y/n anyone would be so lucky to have you." He looks into your eyes with such determination of something deep, something you couldn't understand. He brings himself closer until the two of you are now facing each other. You can feel his breath on your face.

Then, suddenly Tighnari pulls away. Letting go of your hand, "I-..Hopefully whatever you find will be satisfying for you. Y/n."

And so you wait, you watch as the sun sets on the horizon and the moon takes it's place.

You walk along the grassy path, steering clear of the lurking shadows of night and staying in the light that the moon provided. Until you reach you destination.

"Hi Tighnari." Your smile reaches your ears, "This wasn't a surprise, was it?" Tighnari scratches the back of his ear sheepishly.

"Not after today, no." You laugh softly, "After what you said, I started thinking. I do hope that the stranger that invited me here to be my partner." You step close to him, he has shed out of his day wear.

Now only wearing a light purple nightgown that seems too light for the cool breeze running through the forest at night.

He looks so beautiful, the moon crowning his head. The soft intricate patterned clothing, making him seem so much more vulnerable than you have ever seen him.

"And it's because I want that stranger to be my partner." You let out a satisfied sigh. Both of you suddenly feeling very warm despite the previous breeze.

"That stranger is if you'll have him."

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thedo0zyslider · 28 days

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Kisses And Holes - 2K Words

Oli has some work to do in Pix's hole, and it goes a little differently then expected.

A03 Link

Oli has a job to do in Pixlriff’s hole.

Not in that way though, that would be a weird thing to start off with. He has a job to do in an actual hole, the bloody big one Pixl is digging out for his project. That hole. Anyone else who thought otherwise needed to get their head out of the gutter, really!

The blonde hummed as he made his way over to his friends base, pickaxe being twirled in his hands idly. He had a vague idea of what he was being asked to do —which was dig—but other than that Oli hadn’t been given many directions. All Pixl had told him was to show up, preferably around noon, and then he would be put to work. It was the wink that had gotten Oli a little curious and excited about this whole ordeal. And just a little nervous as well. For all he knew, Pix had tricked him into mining twenty thousand blocks. Or something else that’s absolutely insane like that.

He gets there quicker than expected. And also without dying or taking much damage, something also unexpected. Oli didn’t have a track record for avoiding either, a few deaths under his belt and the man constantly finding some way to lose hearts. But it seems like today is his lucky day in that regard. The blonde reaches the hole totally unscathed, and circles the area a few times until he sees a familiar spot of blue standing somewhere inside the giant thing.

“Pixlriffs!” He calls out jovially, spotting the man a little ways off, standing in the shallower part of the pit. “My sweet boy!” The man turns his head back in surprise, and a big smile stretches across Oli’s face when their eyes meet; and Pix’s light up upon seeing him.

“Oli! Hello!” He calls back just as happily, watching as the bard makes his way to him; having to parkour on a few things to do so. The hole is a bit of a mess, a bunch of makeshift exists and uneven spaces being dug out, so traversing it is a bit of a hazard. But still, Oli manages to do it, and is standing in front of his friend just as quick as he’d arrived.

“I’m here as requested!” Oli says with a smile, twirling his pickaxe in the air a bit. He would throw it, but he’s not too sure he could catch it. And Oli would like to not die anymore, since Pix using a fate coin on him is what landed him this job in the first place. And he doesn’t want more hours of labor, even if Pix is good company. He has logs to sell and hogs to keep safe! Also, dying by pickaxe would be embarrassing, and he doesn’t even want to know what that chat message would look like.

“Ah, you’re here to pay me back? Like I requested?” Pix almost purrs the sentence out, and, surprisingly, reaches out to tilt the blonde's chin up just a tad. The blonde feels the way his breath hitches, and then Pix’s hand is gone before he can fully process it was there. Or before he can lean into, like he kinda wants to do. Only kinda though, not a lot. He totally doesn’t want to lean into it that much…

“Yep! That's what I'm here for!” Oli says, giving a quick salute. He briefly feels his cheeks heat up, and ignores it. There’s no time for blushing, not when he has work to do! Hours and hours of very important work to do! No time for all of that indeed…

“Good, good!” Pix says, his joyful tone from earlier returning, and the sultry one disappearing into nowhere just as quickly as it had appeared from nowhere. (Oli doesn't think he’s ever heard Pix sound like that before, and he can’t say he’s really against it…it’s quite nice on the ears, and makes him feel all fluttery inside, just a bit…) “I just want you to dig out a chunk, the one over there preferably.” The brunette hums, pointing at little ways off, at a part of the hole that had yet to be touched by many human hands. Expect Pix’s, when he’d needed to chop off the first handful of layers of course.

“I can do that in like, two hours tops!” Oli nods, looking at the area. A chunk sounds like a lot of space to dig out, and certainly looks like it too, but it can’t be too hard! Not with Oli and his master digging skills on the case, it can’t be that hard indeed.

Pix raises an eyebrow, and gives a rather disbelieving huff. Which is bloody rude of him, that is. “All the way to bedrock?” He asks, playfully nudging Oli in the side. The blonde promptly ignores the way his skin seems to burn at the contact.

“Of course!” He says, the confidence very loud in his voice and also very false. He’s pretty sure he can’t get all that done in two hours, maybe a half of it if he’s lucky. And also fast enough. But he’d said he could, he’d committed. And Oli was nothing if not committed to all his bits. And he means all of them.

“Okay then, whatever you say.” Pix sounds greatly amused at his enthusiasm, and maybe even laughs a little bit. “I'll check up on you in an hour or so?” He asks, giving Oli an encouraging clap on the back. And a strong clap too, bloody hell.

“That sounds alright!” Oli confirms with a nod, and Pix gives him another string clap on the back. Once again, he ignores how he blushes and becomes pink at even the slightest contact. The two of them exchange a few words of goodbyes, and then Oli is descending into his friend’s hole, pickaxe in hand and ready to pay Pix back sufficiently; however long that may take. He did have quite a bit to dig, after all.

An hour later, Pix goes to check on Oli. Maybe remove him from his hole while he’s at it, depending on how much of the chunk he’d mined out. Maybe make him stay a bit longer, if Pix feels like he hasn’t been properly paid back. Not that’d he really do that, more so joke about it to see what his friend’s reaction would be. Other than whine and complain. The whining and complaining was guaranteed, It was, rather endearingly, the blonde’s favorite thing to do.

When he gets there, the chunk is not halfway done. Like it should be if Oli could truly do this in two hours, since half of that time is up. Instead only about a third of it is gone, and there’s still clearly a long way down to go. Pix shakes his head at that, a smile gracing his lips despite himself, and he goes to find wherever this fool is digging.

His friend isn’t in eyesight, but there is a small hole leading down. And by small he means like, two by two blocks small. He assumes this must be Oli’s method of digging, whatever it is, and that his friend is maybe hopefully down there. So he cups his hands over his mouth, and hopes his poor miner boy hasn’t gone missing by the time he yells down.

“Oli?” Pix calls down, able to hear his voice echo off the cave’s walls. It takes a moment for his friend to answer back, but his voice is loud and booming once he does.

“Pix! Has it been an hour already!” The blonde calls back up, his voice similarly echoing off the walls. He sounds just as cheery as when he started, if not significantly more worn out. Which serves him right, for all that misplaced confidence earlier, Pix thinks playfully.

“It has!” Pix responds, glad he was right, and that the blonde hadn’t vanished into the vortex that was his base. He didn’t want to add another, more human grave, to his tool graveyard. “You can come up now! You’ve paid me back enough!” He decides the poor guy has done enough digging already, especially under the midday sun, and that this is enough to let him go. Even if it’s so much less than he claimed he could dig.

“Great!” Oli calls back, a speck of his blonde hair now coming within eyesight. Good, he’s not too far down then. “Can I have some help getting outta here!?” That sounds like a bit of whining, something Pixl was fully expecting, and he prepared himself for some silly rant about how horrible his hole was or whatever when the blonde made it back into the open air.

“Of course! I’ll make a staircase!” The brunette calls back, giggling at the whoop of triumph that comes up from the mine. Though, rather comically, as soon as he starts digging the temporary staircase down, his shoe slips on some loose pebble or something. And Pix is sent plummeting straight down into his own hole; landing straight on his rear. There’s a shrill, startled scream, no doubt from the other person stuck down here, and Pix soon finds himself standing up rather disordented, and surrounded but nothing by walls of gray and the occasionally splash of color that is the man in front of him.

Oli makes a startled yelp when he stands, their chests now pressed firmly against each other. Pix is pretty startled as well, and also decently bruised from the fall. But it comes out as a small noise in the back of his throat, the other half of his brain focused on how…close he and Oli now are. How their bodies are flushed right against each other….how close their faces have ended up. It’s an effort to draw his thoughts away from that, to not stare, and refocus himself. Which he does, after probably a few awkward seconds of nothing, most likely. Oli blinks back up at him, all wide eyed like a little owl, and he just can’t help but poke a bit of fun at him in the moment.

“Pretty close there, aren’t we?” Pix says, teasingly. He’s still flustered, sure, but there’s a laugh bubbling up in his chest. Of course they would get stuck in this position, by some number of mistakes and coincidences. Only the two of them could, really.

“It’s a two by two space.” Oli mutters, all the usual spunk gone from his voice. It’s been replaced by something softer, something more embarrassed. One might even call him… flustered by their proximity. Pix feels himself go a little wide-eyed at the realization, and quickly tries to focus on something else; as a distraction. So at least one of them is composed enough to dig them out of here.

He fumbles with his hands for a moment, unsure of what to do with them. Naturally, there’s not a lot of wiggle room down here, leaving them in an uncomfortable position and not a lot of better options. Though, after a few seconds, he ended up placing them gently on Oli’s hips, not seeing a much better option than that. Even if it made their position a lot more…… intimate than it had already been before.

“Really? My hips?” Oli snorts, amused. And also blushing more, pretty noticeably too. Pix tries his hardest not to think about how cute that is, as he has been doing all day.

“It’s either that or I pin you to the wall.” Pix says, a small smirk forming on his face as he speaks. This is an awful predicament to tease the blonde in, but he really can’t help himself today. “Unless you're into that-”

Oli cuts him off with a shriek, one loud enough for anybody above ground to hear. “PIX!” His face looks like a tomato, that’s how red it is. The man is blushing so hard he’s gone and turned into a fruit. A pretty cute fruit, if you ask Pixl anyways.

The brunette can’t help the small laughing fit that hits him, all set off by the smallest of giggles bubbling past his lips. He laughs, again and again, until he’s giggling so hard he has to lean down and press their foreheads together. Oli stares up at him the whole time, seemingly mesmerized, all the way until Pix stops giggling. And when the brunette opens his eyes again, he’s met with starstruck hazel eyes and flushed cheeks, a sight that makes him feel starstruck right in return.

“You’re quite pretty, you know that?” Oli mutters, moving their faces a bit closer despite his embarrassment. His gaze is also not so discreetly flicking downwards, at a certain man’s lips. It’s getting very distracting, that's for sure, and putting a lot of thoughts in that certain someone’s head. Thoughts that you probably shouldn’t be thinking when stuck in a hole with your close friend who you’re maybe also a little into.

Pix feels himself go a little breathless at that, and a red flush starts to coat his own cheeks. “Thanks.” He mumbles, quiet, not needing to be any louder. They were now far too close for that, after all. There’s some sort of delicate peace settling over the two men as well, something warm and familiar, and he doesn’t particularly want to shatter it.

Oli presses bumps their noses together, hazel eyes meeting blue ones in quite the romantic moment, if Pix says so himself. “Are we about to kiss?” The blonde mutters, sounding a little cheeky when he does. A little proud of himself too. Pix wants to wipe that slightly smug look off his face, and can think of many ways to do it at the moment, in the position they're currently stuck in.

“If you want too..” He says, feeling a fond smile dance across his lips. Pix knows he wants to kiss Oli, has for some time now. And yet, despite all his friend’s blushing, is not sure if the feeling is mutual. Though he’s in luck today it seems, because Oli smiles back something warm, and the brunette thinks his heart melts instantly upon the sight of it, right then and there in the terrible two by two hole they're stuck in.

“Mm, good, because I do.” Oli mumbles, and then he’s hesitantly leaning forward the rest of the way. Pix decides to meet him in the middle best he can. Their lips crash together rather eagerly, and he tightens his grip on the blonde’s waist. In some attempt to move him closer, if that’s even possible anymore, of it every part of them that can be touching already is.

Pix hums into the kiss he's given, Oli’s hand cupping his cheek gently. It’s a pretty nice kiss by all standards, and especially by his own. The kiss tastes pleasantly sweet, like strawberries and sugary sakura. It’s what Pix imagines the color pink itself would taste like, if colors could be tasted. Which is fitting, since the man he’s kissing is dressed from head to toe in a light shade of the color, and built everything with it too.

When they pull away, the both of them are a little breathless. Oli looks up at him, incredibly fond as he catches his breath. A fond smile is undoubtedly stretched across his face, and he softly thumbs the brunette’s cheek. Pixl feels himself flush, and knows the look on his face is reflecting the same amount of fondness.

“So, how are we gonna get out of here?” He asks, leaning into the other’s hand. He barely resists the urge to twist his head, and place a delicate kiss on Oli’s palm. But he resists, mostly because he likes being held this way. Though he figures after today, there will be plenty of time to do that.

“I dunno…” Oli hums, feigning thoughtfulness for only a few seconds. He gets straight to what he wants pretty quickly, not being shy about it anymore. Though he’s still blushing like he is, and looking all cute while doing it. “….Do you wanna do that, or kiss me again?”

Pix also fakes thoughtfulness for a second, and hums as if considering his options. Even though he’d have to be insane to turn down that offer, and he’s pretty sure the blonde knows that as well. “I think I’ll be taking the second kiss.”

“Good choice.” Oli puffs, then goes to kiss him again. Pix smiles into it once more, no longer caring that they’re cramped in his hole together. Not when the man in front of him is this wonderful and pretty, and when the kisses he gives taste so sweet. The sweetest he thinks he’s ever had.

#ron.writing #ron.fic #olipix #oli theorionsound #pixlriffs #sos smp #mc sos #mcsos #i heart gay people #sos shipping

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 9 months

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Hail sex witch! I recently went in for my first pap smear/pelvic exam (prior to which I read your blog posts about them which helped more than I can express, thank you!) It was overall comfortable and I would even say a good experience because they answered a lot of questions I had and explained some basic stuff that I really needed spelled out for me. The only thing was that for a few weeks after the appointment I didn't want to touch/look at/think about my vagina whatsoever. It was just this weird feeling of vague but powerful embarrassment, which I would have expected during the appt itself but not after the fact. I didn't even want to catch glimpse of myself when undressed, and was showering with the lights off lol. Even though this didn't last long I also do not want to go back to those doctors and want to start over with a strange doctor, even though the doctor I saw was very good and likeable and helpful and absolutely nothing unpleasant happened during the appt. (I don't plan on changing doctors; I liked these ones! But there's still this unreasonable urge to book my next appointment somewhere else).

I know a big part of your philosophy seems to be that "is this normal" is often not a very useful question, but I guess that's what I'm asking anyway - is this a thing other people experience? Is it just part of the experience of being in a somewhat vulnerable position with strangers, no matter how much you trust said strangers? Or is it some weird quirk of my brain that I'll have to adjust for in the future? It didn't interfere with my life overmuch, but it's still a very strange thing to be so uneasy with your own body and have no idea why.

hi anon,

so, okay, I'm going to tell a short story, and it's not going to seem related initially, but I promise it is.

I really like getting tattoos. I have several of them now, and I like getting them! not just the final result of having meaningful art on my body; I like the actual process of feeling the needle vibrating into my skin and permanently changing me in a manner of my choosing. it feels good exciting; it gives me a little rush of dopamine even as the pain starts to kick in and in spite of any blood that oozes through. that's fine with me, because those are side effects of new tattoos that I know about and consent to by showing up in the shop, but here's the thing:

my body doesn't know the difference between "somebody cut our skin open and we're bleeding (consensual)" and "somebody cut us open and we're bleeding (holy shit go into crisis)." after my last tattoo, I was walking home (I live like ten minutes from the shop, it's fine) and although I was delighted, I realized I was also lightheaded and cold, and upon getting home was fucking exhausted because my body was, you know, panicking in the way that bodies do when they've been injured. on one level I understand that this is something I explicitly sought out, asked for, and paid for the privilege; on another level, my body thinks a trauma happened.

so, let's talk about what's happening with you.

on one level, your exam was an appointment that you made, presumably, voluntarily, knowing full well that it might be uncomfortable and awkward but undergoing it willingly because you know that preventative care is important. even know telling me about it, you recognize that this was an objectively good and even comfortable experience and that you received good care from doctors that you like who answered your questions and gave you helpful information!

but on another level, what your body knows and is responding to is that you were in a new situation in which your body was subjected to examination and penetration that you're not accustomed to, in a way that may have caused aches and pains you've never experienced before. pretty understandably, your body is under the impression that something traumatic has occurred.

the reactions you're describing - feeling alienated from your vagina, not wanting to see your own body - are often described by people who have survived sexual assault; it's a coping mechanism to distance yourself from the site of your pain. likewise, wanting to avoid going back to the physical place where the discomfort occurred is understandable - it's not rational, but who cares? feelings rarely are; you still have to deal with them anyway. it's completely understandable why you would subconsciously want to avoid going back.

it is very important to me to say this: it's absolutely fine that you are reacting this way. you're not being unreasonable or immature or overreacting or anything else; this is not your fault and you have nothing to blame yourself for or to apologize for. we're going to feel these feelings and be observant and respectful, and feel them without shame rather than try to bottle them up and ignore them. give yourself the space to feel discomfort and be kind to yourself while you work through it.

you've said that this has largely passed, save for the urge to book your next appointment elsewhere. I'm glad this isn't an ongoing source of daily unpleasantness, but it is very much something to be aware of for the future. some people, for various reasons, need to plan for some extra-strength gentleness and self-care around their pelvic exams and pap smears, and if you're one of those people then that's fine! and very good to know!

it's useful information to have for the future, and I hope that next time you're due for such an appointment you can a.) arrange to do whatever makes you feel most cared for afterwards (for some people it's netflix and a bubble bath, for others it's rock climbing, chase your bliss) and b.) stay in touch with the healthcare providers who gave you such excellent service this time. as intimidating as it can be to bring up concerns, it sounds like you were lucky enough to have a lovely bunch, and it sounds like asking them for any extra accommodations you may need to help put you at ease and keep the procedure as quick and painless as possible will be received well.

those accommodations can also look like a lot of different things. the first time I got a pap smear I prefaced the exam by letting my gyno know that it was my first time, penetration isn't pleasant for me, and that I'd likely swear a lot throughout; she was an angel about it. at my most recent exam I was having a rough time and asked for a break, which my (very cute, very gay, god what a weird way to meet a woman) gyno was happy to provide; she removed the speculum and I did some centering breathing until I felt good to finish up.

so, to answer your questions a little more neatly: yes, this is a thing other people experience for a variety of reasons, especially when their body thinks it's been hurt - which, in a way, you were, because your body is very good at being a body but not always great at nuance.

I think it's a little of column a, little of column b, in regards to your second question. maybe there is a part of your brain that will never feel fully at ease with this kind of vulnerability, but you can certainly help it feel safe and cared for as much as possible. I hope that having a little insight into why can help you do that.

#sex edventures 2023

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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hi! Can I please request yandere morty with s/o who is the complete opposite of him, s/o determined and confident, does sports and protects Morty from bullies

Sure! He'd cling so much- Aged up as usual.

Yandere! Morty with Darling who's the opposite of him

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Clingy behavior, Stalking, Delusional behavior, Manipulation, Obsession, Vague if platonic/romantic but leans platonic.

Well, opposites do attract in a way, right?

Morty is a nervous mess who stutters and is targetted by bullies.

You are a confident athlete who is actually quite popular.

He knew he had no chance with you, not even as friends....

That is until you surprise him.

He had been targetted by bullies again and fully expected the usual.

Just get it over with then continue with your day....

Then you step in, a sympathetic look in your eyes.

"Oh come on... just leave him alone!"

The fact someone like you defended him sent Morty for a loop.

He's stunned when the bullies glare at you before walking off.

He can barely react when you stand in front of him, smiling.

"Hey... you doing okay? You aren't hurt or anything, right?"

"Y-Y-Yeah...! I-I'm fine- Thank you-!"

He curses himself for stuttering like an idiot in front of you.

Yet you laugh light-heartedly, his face tinting pink from being so nervous.

"That's good! Let me know if they bother you again, okay? I can't stand those kinds of people...."

That was your first encounter.

Ever since then Morty could only ever think of you.

You're friends now, right?

You must be!

He just wishes he knew your number so he could talk to you after school-

You'll start noticing Morty a lot more in your life now.

You start seeing him at all your sports games, for example...

You thought he wouldn't be interested, why go now?

He even follows you in the hallway.

He stares at you in class....

It's clear Morty's become obsessive over you since you've begun defending him.

He hasn't been bullied since you stepped in and he's been grateful school life has been easier.

Well... the little school life he has until Rick pulls him away for days at a time-

To be closer to you he comes up to you one day, stuttering about wanting your number.

He can barely say it without crumbling from embarrassment and clarifies he just wants it to keep in contact with you as friends.

Again, you smile, and hand it over.

It's then Morty never leaves his phone alone.

He's obsessing over every text and call.

Rick starts to find it annoying how during adventures Morty just wants to obsess over your boring life.

He waits with baited breath to hear you call or text him.

Then at school he goes right back to following you around.

You try to be lenient.

He struggles with people... he may not know what he's doing is wrong.

Although you swore you saw him outside your window one night.

You've never told him where you lived... or when your sport games were-

Was he stalking you?

He couldn't be... could he?

You could always try to distance yourself now but who knows if that would work-

You may be in too deep now....

Morty keeps finding you and looks all excited to say you're friends!

He may have a crush... you hope he doesn't.

Morty seems to be a bit too clingy for you.

Perhaps you should've never helped him...

What have you gotten yourself into?

"D-Did... you want to hang out t-today!?"

#yandere rick and morty #yandere morty smith #yandere platonic #yandere romantic

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theerurishipper · 9 months

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This is my obligatory movie review post.

And it was fine! I enjoyed watching it, the visuals were stunning, I liked most of the songs... my time wasn't wasted. But it wasn't... great.

Let's get the good stuff out of the way first.

I like Gabriel's arc in this movie. He's clearly not an abusive asshole like he is in the show, and it's pretty clear he's distant from Adrien because of his grief, not because he's an abusive controlling jackass. It really hammers in that he's deeply regretful about what he's doing once he finds out it's his son, unlike show Gabe who beat his own son up after finding out he was Chat Noir.

Marinette was really great in this movie. I like her character here and how she's finding out who she is and what she wants to do, and is learning to be more confident in herself. It works well without the large plot points in the show.

I like the songs. This seems to be a controversial opinion for some reason. But I like them. Gabe's villain song is the best song fight me.

Again, the visuals? Beautiful. Everything looked amazing and everyone was so pretty.

The villains were entertaining.

The scenes with Marinette being embarrassed by her dad were fun. It didn't really go anywhere as a plot point, and they should have done more with it, but I liked the idea.

I like how the movie gave Tikki some more character. Her excitement about adventure and her desire for danger? Love it. She's an adrenaline junkie and I'm here for it.

Master Fu works so much better as a cryptic, mysterious old man who just pops up out of nowhere to be funny and weird than as the shitty mentor he was in the show who we were supposed to take seriously. I actually enjoy his character here.

It was nice of them to show Luka going to the same school as everyone else lol.

I love movie Nino so much you guys.

LADYNOIR

But seriously, that Ladynoir song? Love it. I'm going to rewatch it over and over. Ladynoir won this movie.

But that being said, there are plenty of flaws too.

It was so rushed. Like, super rushed. Everyone just went from 0 to 180 real quick. It started out at a nice pace, but then it all just felt like they were crossing out bullet points on their notepads without taking the time to flesh things out.

The rules for the Miraculous are so inconsistent and vague. I don't actually mind this that much, but it's still kind of annoying.

Adrien doesn't have much going for him in this movie. It's still better than the show in that he actually got to confront Gabriel and take part in the final battle, but other than that, he didn't have much of an arc. It could have been better if they showed more interactions between him and Ladybug, but he went straight from being annoyed by her to being in love with her, and a montage isn't really enough for development. His arc had a good start and a good end but very little in between, so it didn't work all that well. It's not even clear why he was chosen for the Miraculous. We also didn't actually get that much between him and Gabe, so the ending moment between them kind of fell flat for me. But it was still pretty emotional.

This is also the case for Adrienette. The way Marinette met him wasn't as impactful as in the show, and there was little to no development between them. It would have felt more realistic for Marinette to like him if we had gotten to see them interact more. They could have showed him telling her about his mother in an actual scene rather than shoving it into a montage. As it is, it feels like she just likes him for his pretty face.

They should have let Christina Vee sing the songs. The person who sings for Marinette has a lovely voice and I do think her voice works well in the songs, but it's so jarring to go from Christina's voice to hers. They aren't similar in the slightest. It was better for Adrien.

The final battle was pretty anticlimactic ngl. Part of it is because of the rushed character arcs, and that made the payoff less impactful. But other than, it was still kind of low key. I enjoyed the battle in that Carnival better.

No iconic Miraculous Ladybug! No Lucky Charm.

Plagg. Plagg. PLAGG. PLAGG. They massacred my boy. His only personality is cheese and farting. Like, he's farting constantly. His bond with Adrien was non-existent. This is easily the worst part of the movie. I hate it. I hate it so much.

They ruined Plagg.

...Watermelon??

They ruined Plagg.

And yeah, that's about it!

All in all, it's a good experience. It's fun and enjoyable, the characters are nice. They are pretty different from their show versions. Especially Adrien, who's more about not getting close to anyone because he lost his mom in the movie, when his show version was about breaking free from his isolation and wanting to connect with others. But obviously, this is a different canon on its own and wants to show a different interpretation of the characters. It's alright.

It definitely has a lot of flaws, but also a lot of good points. Just like the show. I wouldn't say I like the movie more than the show. It's good for what it is, but I still prefer the characters and dynamics as they were in the series. Which is not to say that no one else should like the movie better, it's just not for me. I don't think they are really comparable anyway, because a movie is very different from a series.

For me, the thing is, I really love the show. And that's why Season 5 pissed me off so much. Because I love the show and it disappointed me. I wouldn't waste my energy on it so much if I didn't like it. And I did like the movie, but it didn't really have that spark for me that brought me into the show. Even if I despise many of the writing choices that the show has made over the years, I still like a lot about it. So my preference will always be for the show. But that doesn't mean the movie is bad, and I still did enjoy it.

Also, I like show Gabe (before the Season 5 finale) as an antagonist better than movie Gabe. He's a piece of trash and a waste of oxygen but he was a pretty well written antagonist when he was allowed to do stuff. Movie Gabe suffers from the same problem of his arc being underdeveloped and rushed, even if his personality is an improvement from show Gabe.

Anyway, movie was good. The last scene with Nathalie and Emilie looks like its hinting to a sequel, but that won't be coming out anytime soon, so we'll see.

#MLB #Miraculous Ladybug #Marinette Dupain Cheng #Ladybug #Adrien Agreste #Chat Noir #Gabriel Agreste #Tikki #Plagg #Miraculous Awakening #ML Movie #Adrienette #Ladynoir #Meta #My meta

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malleux · 10 months

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I heard you're doing genshin matchups? :O

I have no idea how to go about this, so I'll just list it:

- I'd prefer to be matched with a male character

- Hobbies: I love to draw/sketch. I also love to listen to music.

- Talents: I have a good singing voice. I'm a quick learner in almost everything. (I'm sorry if it seems like I'm bragging 😭)

- Personality: I'm a nervous wreck around strangers and friends, but with people like best friends and family, I'm more open and a tad bit crazy. I'm usually quiet (as an introvert). I also prefer the silence most days, just to think and daydream. I also get easily flustered, even the cheesiest pickup lines make me turn red. (It's so embarrassing around friends I know 😔)

- Flaws: I daydream a lot and usually zone out during conversations. People usually get mad at me for not paying attention. I also forget things really easily, so I have to have someone constantly remind me so I don't forget or I just do it right away. My bad memory and disassociation causes me to hate myself for not being good enough (it's gotten easier though 🙂)

- Good qualities: I'm responsible, and can take care of myself. I'm kind, but not so kind that I'm a doormat. I can be stern when I need to be.

- Love language(s): Physical touch and quality time ❤️

- Extra Fun Facts: I've played the violin since I was 4 1/2 (Yes, that's a very long time). I can do a death stare that's scared quite a few people that look much stronger than me 💀

I'm so sorry, this is so long 😭. I just wanted to make sure this wasn't too vague. You're free to ignore this if you'd like. Thank you for reading it at least 💕

hey! i sing and play violin too!

i match you with… diluc!

You are definitely a bard friend of Venti’s. Diluc was incredibly distraught when Venti brought you into the Tavern, worrying that you were just like the Archon. He was pleasantly surprised when you left a very good impression, not quite believing that Venti had made such a responsible, chill friend.

The closer you get to the bartender, the more Diluc realizes he was wrong. You can be just as insane. He’s just lucky the zoomies only come out sometimes.

Asks you to perform at the tavern! Whether it’s singing or violin, he doesn’t care! Well, he does care, and supports you through anything, he just doesn’t mind what you do as long as you perform.

The Tavern gets a lot more customers when you perform, and he gets to watch you do something you love. It’s a win-win for Diluc.

Really appreciates that you’re not a pushover. Diluc doesn’t really have to worry about your well-being as much as he thought, but he’s still extremely protective over you with the Fatui and whatnot.

He just loves you idk what else to say!! Diluc is genuinely your biggest supporter and your flaws are cute little green flags to him. Your face when you daydream is adorable and if you forget something, it’s alright! Everyone forgets things.

Kaeya definitely gets mad because if he forgets something Diluc does not show the same mercy.

#lay speaks #fic blog #x reader #fanfiction #genshin impact #writing #lay writes #genshin impact x reader #asks #diluc #diluc genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc fanfic #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #matchup #genshin matchups #genshin impact matchups

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Chasing Tails Chapter 2: Long-Lost and Lost Still

AO3 Link, Chapter 1 on Tumblr (please go to one of these links for a full summary/other info)

Chapter Summary:

Natsu, on the other hand, had never been less amused.

“Yes!” he shouted. Utterly frustrated, he tried to stand only to grunt in pain when he was shoved back down harder onto his knees.

“Nashi, don’t you even recognize me?!”

Her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing him closely, and he held his breath in hope. But all she did then was tilt her head and consider him a moment longer before shaking her head and shrugging nonchalantly.

“Uh, should I?”

“I’D FRIGGIN' HOPE SO!" he blared, finally losing it.

WARNING: There's implied sexual content at the end of this chapter. Also a mention of a smell bad enough to induce nausea during the flashback towards the beginning, as well as more violence and a lot of bad language. You have been warned.

Nashi and all her things are pretty excruciating at first, ngl. And I'm sure we all want to get back to Earthland. Both will happen soon, so bear with me ;)

“Many years ago, Natsu’s father left and never came back. Well, technically it wasn’t his real father–but the one who raised him. He was actually a Dragon!” - Mira’s line, S1E2 English Dub [~11:35]

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Natsu stared unblinkingly up at the young woman he was now absolutely sure was his daughter, ignoring the way the riled audience churned and murmured around him, automatically elbowing and pushing back against anyone who tried to crowd in front of him. While Mad Cow or whatever was helped from the ring, the din vaguely registered in his new, lame ears.

“ –think the match was a fluke?”

“–no way she really pulled that off!”

“–Bron must be shoring up–”

Natsu staggered one step, then another. The crowd around him grew louder and louder as his shock faded. Still, his heartbeat drowned out the din.

“Hey!” someone shouted as he pushed past them, but he barely even heard the guy, hardly even winced when someone accidentally kicked his hot and swollen knee.

“Nashi…he choked, elbowing and shoving his way to the octo-stage or whatever more and more frantically as the disbelief inside him bloomed into joy. “Nashi. Nashi! Nashi!”

He bellowed her name that last time. So loud it hurt his throat. So loud that everyone around him went silent, searching out the source of the desperate-sounding roar.

Even Nashi, who’d been strutting around the outside of the ring, smirking at the audience with a fist still lifted in triumph, jumped, jumped. She whipped around to blink down at him as he staggered free of the crowd.

“O-oi! You can’t go up there!” someone from the group he’d been talking to said, stepping forward and reaching out a hand in some forlorn attempt to stop him.

He ripped his arm from the guy’s grasp, keeping his eyes glued to the girl now dropping her arm to her side, brown eyes round as saucers.

“N-Nashi!” his voice actually cracked this time, so unmistakably that he’d have been embarrassed if he’d been able to think straight at all. Some distant part of him was aware of the hush falling over the area, almost preternatural-seeming, what with all the stink and noise of the place. So great it overwhelmed his senses even in their weakened state.

He couldn’t have cared less. His eyes traced her face in the loving way only a parent’s really could, the way he’d refused to let himself when he first saw her. The sweaty, flushed, shock-slackened face of his firstborn child. Natsu was…meeting eyes with his daughter for the first time in seven years.

“It’s you! It’s really you! Nashi!”

He stumbled into a run, ignoring the heavy, spreading silence punctuated by various shouts, the hand that tried to grab him again, the bellowed threats from the big, suited guys still standing guard at either end of the ring.

It flashed in his head, the promise which had led him here. That promise he’d made That Day, Seven Years Ago.

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Natsu’s hair clinging annoyingly to his forehead, getting in his eyes, dripping as the rain poured down all around them in sheets and Greige wept in Gray’s arms just a few feet away.

“I–I’m so sorry!” the ten-year-old wailed. “The portal just showed up out of nowhere, then a man in a mask came out of it…Mom [1*] was winning, but then he managed to g-grab Nashi and pull her in! Th-then Mom jumped in after her! She told me she’d b-be right back and to stay h-here! I just…I just watched it close! I didn’t even do anything–I d-didn’t even try!”

“It’s not your fault, bud.” Gray was obviously trying to sound soothing, but the tightness in his voice ruined it a little bit. Still, he clutched the boy’s shoulders comfortingly. “You listened to what your mom told you and that was exactly right. We both know she’s not one to give orders without a reason. And she’s no liar; if she said she’ll be right back, she will be, right?”

“R-right…” the boy whimpered into his father’s chest, scrubbing subtly at his eyes. The boy’s voice was so soft that even Natsu could barely hear him, over the slightly-ebbing rain.

He’d never admit it, but on some level, Gray’s words comforted him, as well. He freely and happily admitted that Juvia was strong, unlike he ever would with Gray. Years had passed since Tartaros, but he’d never forgotten watching her string Zeref’s Necrotizer [2*] or whatever.

She’ll protect Nashi, he told himself, hollow though the comfort rang.

“Oi, Flame-Brain!” Gray interrupted his thoughts. “You picking anything up?!”

Natsu growled in frustration. “No! Nothing but that smell…” Just mentioning it made him focus on it, and focusing on it made him gag. It was just like what he’d smelled back in Acalypha, when those random-ass portals–and that loser-ass Ninja guy–had tried to take him and Gray before she disappeared into one.

“It–it really stank,” Greige murmured. “Like a dead body or something. And…”

“And?” Gray pushed.

“And…and I don’t know, it was so weird and creepy! Like a mirror with no reflection. But if it had no reflection, how could it be a mirror?! And…it was all wavery…and stuff…”

“Just like–” Natsu started.

“Yeah,” Gray cut him off quickly, just as grim.

Frustrated and frantic, Natsu dropped his gaze to the ground and scanned ruthlessly, looking for any hint–any clue as to what might have happened.

His eyes landed on a small, coral-colored bundle soaking in the grass just a few meters away. Natsu gasped, then ran. His sandals squelched and squeaked in the grass as he slid to a stop and snatched it up.

The familiar, scaly sort of fabric dripped in his hands as he squeezed it between his fingers. An accessory and a gift so like the one clinging soddenly to his own neck, but stiffer. Fresher.

Inexplicably, it was only then–while holding his daughter’s precious scarf–that Natsu really registered the seriousness of the situation. His own terror and panic. His heart pounded in his ears. His hands shook. He fisted his fingers into the waterlogged yet still-sturdy fabric, fire surging through his veins.

Nashi, he thought, Just hold on. No matter what, I will find you…

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I kept my promise, he thought, tears springing to his eyes as he gazed at her.

“Nashi!”

He’d scrambled about a third of the way up the cage when one of the big suit guys grabbed the back of his waistcoat. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” the big guy yelled in a big voice to match. “You can’t–”

“Get the hell off me!” Natsu roared, then slammed an elbow into the guy’s face. He both felt and heard something crunch as his elbow made contact. But at that moment, he couldn’t have cared less.

Seven years. Seven years, it had been since he’d seen his own daughter. Seven years of heartache, terror, desperation, and helplessness. The first weeks and months had been the worst, but they’d only been the first leg in an increasingly hopeless and seemingly unending nightmare.

How many times had he imagined this moment? How many times had he imagined seeing her again? Another set of enormous hands grasped the back of his waistcoat, and without even looking back, he swung a fist back and down, grimacing only slightly at how the knuckles he’d split earlier throbbed in the wake of the contact.

He should have felt at least a little bad, but he didn’t. Hell or high water. Dragons. Beefy black suit dudes. A Magic-napping world. None of it would keep him from his daughter, now that he’d finally found her. Mavis help anyone who tried.

Thump!

Natsu hissed slightly and staggered as he finally threw himself up and over the cage-fence-thingy and landed on the surprisingly-springy stage. His vision spotted in his pain.

Still, he refused to look away from her. Even as his eyes filled with tears and a lump formed in his throat, he refused to look away.

Her face had paled considerably in the amount of time it took him to scale the cage and swing into the arena. He limped forward a step, stumbling slightly over the squishy mat-thing. The step she took back was much smoother than his.

“Nashi…” he breathed. “Nashi…I found you! I found you!”

He staggered forward another step. She reeled in tandem. And maybe he would have noticed that if his vision hadn’t been so warped with tears, if his heart hadn’t been hammering in his ears.

“H-how?” she stammered, her voice surprisingly high, soft, and perplexed-sounding compared to when she’d been firing insults at Mad Calf or whatever. “H-how the fuck–?”

“Alright, asshole!” Two more huge hands grabbed his arms this time. Natsu whipped his glare over his shoulder. This time, it was the Black Collar guy who’d played ref in the fight glowering back at him, and–despite the fact that his Magic was dulled to the point it was surreal–his instincts started ringing. This guy wasn’t going to be so easy to deal with. Still, he instantly kicked up a fit.

“Get your damn hands off me!” he roared, throwing his elbow into Black Collar Guy’s stomach, but his instincts hadn’t been wrong. The guy huffed a grunt as the jab whammed into his gut, but his grip didn’t loosen. Natsu cursed his heavy, weakened limbs. “FIRE DRAGON–!” he started on reflex and launched a kick at the guy, bracing for the pain his injured knee would no doubt be dealt, only to yelp when his kick was used against him, the guy taking advantage of Natsu’s lack of balance to shove him to his knees, twisting his arm behind his back.

“What the hell?” he heard the guy mutter, holding him down hard. It was only there, subdued, that he remembered he couldn’t use his damn Magic. He always forgot at least a few times in Edolas, too.

He hissed through his teeth in pain.

“Let me go!” he demanded. “Let me go right now, dammit! She’s right there!”

“Are you insane?” Black Collar guy asked almost as authoritatively as Erza, making Natsu still and hunch reflexively. “I don’t care how big a fan you are, you can’t just go climbing into the ring–that shit won’t fly as long as I’m reffing!”

Natsu barely refrained from rolling his eyes as he practically felt the guy puffing his chest.

“Oi, Layla! D’you want me to call the police on this freak?”

Natsu looked up, completely ready for her to tell this guy off–even expectant for it. Instead, her wary gaze was focused on him , her expression difficult to read. He couldn’t help the way his lips parted slightly in shock.

“... Tch , you stupid, Lee?” she replied gruffly at length, folding her arms over her chest. “You really wanna bring the pigs here? Honestly, it’s whatever. At least my fans have guts…”

She grinned a bit, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes, which continued to scan Natsu suspiciously.

… Just suspiciously, Natsu realized for the first time, gasping slightly. In her expression, there was no shock…no pain…no anger. No relief or sadness or happiness.

Not even any recognition.

“N-Nashi…” he rasped, making her pause as she started to turn away. “Nashi…it’s me! I’m not this world’s Natsu, I’m Earthland’s!”

She peered over her shoulder at him, brows furrowing in an expression of bafflement. “‘ This world’s’…?” she repeated, sounding and looking almost sort of amused.

Natsu, on the other hand, had never been less amused.

“Yes!” he shouted. Utterly frustrated, he tried to stand only to grunt in pain when he was shoved back down harder onto his knees. “Nashi, don’t you even recognize me?!”

Her eyes narrowed, and he could almost have sworn the temperature of the area lowered. But all she did then was tilt her head and consider him momentarily before shaking her head and shrugging nonchalantly. “Should I?”

“I'D FRIGGIN' HOPE SO!" he blared, finally losing his shit.

“Watch it…” Black collar growled a warning which went ignored.

Nashi tilted her head and eyed Natsu appraisingly, expression more suspicious than ever. Then she shrugged, turning her back on him. “Well that’s too damn bad, I guess. ‘Cause I’ve never seen you in my life.” She started walking away, but kept talking: “Lee, I need to hit the locker room. See you in a few days.”

“Sure thing.” Black Collar Guy’s deep voice rumbled above him. Then, more gentle: “Good win, Layla…the Old Pirate would be mad proud of you.”

The girl’s steps faltered only briefly before she continued walking, not responding.

“WAIT!” Natsu shouted as Black Collar Guy hauled him onto his feet and began dragging him towards the exit at the other end of the arena. The exhausted and injured Dragon Slayer struggled against the brawny man’s grip, craning his neck around to stare desperately at the girl now slowly pulling her sweats on over her black fighting getup.

“Dammit, wait a second! Nashi!”

He swore he saw her pause, but didn’t get the chance to confirm it before his captor grabbed the back of his neck and forcibly turned his head forward. “Enough!” he snarled.

Still, Natsu struggled and fought the entire way through the dark alley and down the road–to a couple intersections down. Magical Vehicles streamed by, revving and blaring. At one point, he almost got serious and made to thrash the guy. He was certain he could do so regardless of his own injuries and exhaustion. But then, he remembered the positive exchange him and Nashi had, and thought better of it. He wasn’t gonna hurt one of his daughter’s friends. Besides, he couldn’t afford another fight which wasted time and left him even more injured.

Finally, Black Collar Guy threw him to the sidewalk with no small amount of impressive natural strength. Natsu yelped as he flopped stomach-down on the walkway. Then he groaned in pain.

“Go home,” Black Collar Guy ordered, his tone brokering no argument. “I don’t want to call the cops, but I will if I have to.”

The bossy, arrogant order snapped Natsu’s ability to think maturely.

He leapt to his feet, shaking a fist at the guy’s now-retreating back. “I’ll do whatever the hell I want! Get back here and fight me, you friggin’–!” Natsu cut himself off with a string of curses. He didn’t have time to butt heads with some random, Magic-less, Male Erza-knockoff. He had to get back to Nashi…had to talk to her before she vanished into the depths of this smelly, confusing, hopeless world.

After a quick moment of thought, he took off, limping as quickly as he could in the opposite direction Black Collar Guy had headed off in.

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Natsu continued to grumble furiously to himself as he leaned back against the shadowed brick wall, eyes flickering frequently to the firmly locked door he’d found and tested after a frustrating dragon-nose-less search. Despite his dulled sense of smell, he was, like, basically one-hundred-percent positive this was the building Nashi had come out of, though. A couple turns and a couple backtracks had led him to a dark alley with a lot of some kind at the end, labeled by signs mounted on the brick walls. They read:

“PARKING RESERVED FOR FIGHTERS.”

There were a couple sleek-looking Magic Cars which even Natsu–vehicles’ number one hater–couldn’t help blinking at.

But what really caught his attention was a Magic Motorcycle propped up between two white lines on the pavement, decked out in flames and bearing a white plate which read simply, “DRAGON.”

He’d hesitated to wait there. Mostly because Nashi–like him–had always suffered from terrible motion sickness, even when she was just a baby. But after a much more elongated period of deep-thinking than he tended to engage in, his hunch finally convinced him to stay put. Natsu had settled against the most shadowed brick. There, he’d brooded.

The fact that she didn’t know him anymore shouldn’t have shocked him, really. After all, she’d only been five years old when she was taken away. Hell, when Natsu thought about it, he could honestly say he didn’t remember much from when he was five, either. Acknowledging that fact had helped ease the ache in his chest–slightly, anyway.

He’d taken too long to get to her. Especially considering that she seemed to be older than they’d expected, here. It was his fault. His weakness…

Obviously, Nashi still remembered certain things. Her catchphrase, for example. Then again, when Natsu thought about it, he couldn’t really pinpoint when he, himself, had started saying, “I’m all fired up, now!” She’d always been sorta forgetful like him, though fortunately not quite as bad.

He ducked his head and sighed impatiently, shifting on his tired, sandaled feet. His breath puffed visibly in the cool air.

In his defense, Lucy was, like, 75% of his thought process. Especially since they’d gotten married. And she’d never guessed Nashi might not remember them–or…if she had, she hadn’t said anything. Granted, it was somewhat of a fraught subject between them, if he was being honest.

Natsu frowned at the thought, arms tightening over his chest. But then he shook his head. He was unwilling to think of all that–not now, not when he’d just achieved the victory of finding their missing daughter (however much of a bitter victory it might be).

His thoughts lightened, but stayed fixated on Lucy. Lucy, Luke, and Happy, and–despite his current physical misery–Natsu couldn’t help grinning. He’d promised them– all of them–that he’d find Nashi, Harley, Carla, and everyone else who’d been stolen so suddenly and mysteriously That Day, Seven Years Ago. He didn’t know about Harley and Carla–not yet–but he’d found Nashi, and as far as he was concerned, that was a good start. The best one.

Man, he wished Lucy, Luke, and Happy were here–no, scratch that: he wished him and Nashi were back in Earthland, where their Magic worked and things weren’t gross. If Nashi didn’t remember Natsu, she probably didn’t remember Lucy or Luke. The thought was harrowing, but on the plus side, it would be pretty great to watch her reunite with them…wouldn’t it?

All he had to do was find out if the others were here, then find a way to get them back.

The sound of the door he’d been monitoring (in theory) screeched open, tearing Natsu from his heavy thoughts. His eyes lifted, and to his relief, they immediately found exactly who he’d been looking for. Her hair was now freed from those braids, dampened pink tresses cascading around her thoughtfully scowling face, over her shoulders. It was longer than it had been when she was a little girl but just as thick. Fortunately, though it was as thick as his, it was nowhere near as wild and spiky–only a couple endearing, fluffy tufts at the crest of her bangs and some rebellious curls near her shoulders. Even Natsu could figure out that it would’ve looked pretty weird for a girl to have his exact hair type, especially since Lucy had moaned over it a lot when Nashi was little.

The door creaked to a dramatic close behind her as she sauntered across the shadowy lot, gripping a cross-strap bag against her torso. She seemed deep in thought.

“Hey, Nashi!”

“KYAHH!”

Natsu had barely managed to prop himself off the wall he’d perched against when he was sent crashing back into it. Nash’s kick was obviously defensive–reflexive. And of course, he was way weaker than normal! But still, he’d be damned if her kick wasn’t stronger than some of the Lucy Kicks he’d been subjected to over the years.

Natsu curled in on himself against the wall, groaning pitiably.

“FUCK’S SAKE!” Nashi bellowed, huddling her bag closely against her torso. Obviously, she hadn’t only inherited her mom’s feet, but her lungs, too. “DON’T SNEAK UP ON PEOPLE LIKE THAT, CREEP-O!”

“Owwww…” Natsu whimpered, rubbing the back of his head (which had bonked into the brick). “What the hell? I mean, what was that for?” He lifted his gaze beseechingly.

As soon as their eyes met, her face slackened in alarm. She took a large step back, lifting a shaky finger to point at him. “You…it’s you! You’re that freak who climbed into the arena just now! What the hell are you still doing here? Didn’t Lee throw your ass out!?”

Natsu bristled. These days, he wasn’t as defensive about his own power; his strength spoke for itself. But that only went in terms of most people. Hearing his own daughter doubt his abilities made him feel like a kid trying to make S-Class all over again. And thus, the question pissed him off enough to make him straighten immediately. The action prompted Nashi to take another step back. “First off, I didn’t get thrown anywhere!” he snapped, scowling. “I totally could’ve beat Lame Shirt whenever the hell I wanted! I just showed mercy, and let him drag me out here so I could come talk to you!”

Her expression had deadpanned somewhere throughout his retort, looking infuriatingly (yet endearingly) like Lucy’s doubtful expressions. “Uh-huh,” she scoffed. “Suuree thing, bud…”

“Oi, are you doubting me?!” He took a half-step towards her, incensed.

She rolled her eyes then closed them dismissively, crossing her arms over her chest. She didn’t even bother opening them when she drawled, “Uhhh, yeah? No shit?”

Natsu felt as if Laxus had just stricken him with lightning.

“I mean, no offense, but from what I can tell? You’re a huge weakling compared to Lee.”

“N-Nashi–” he choked, clawing at his chest. “How could you?”

There was a pause while he tried to gather up the pieces of his heart.

Then she said darkly, “That name.”

Natsu was so caught up, trying to recover from the wound his long-lost daughter had almost immediately inflicted on him, that it took him a few moments to register the shift in her tone–in the air between them. When he finally focused, he found her eyes narrowed, fixed on his. He exhaled slowly through his nose and straightened, forcing his wounded pride to take a back seat as he met her gaze evenly. “Where the hell did you hear that name?”

Natsu blinked once, but didn’t break eye contact, feeling the soberness in his expression. His hands slackened at his sides as she scrutinized him like Laxus might scrutinize a potential guild traitor.

Seven years, he’d dreamed of this moment. Of the moment he’d finally reunite with his daughter.

And it was nothing like he’d imagined.

Sure, there was joy and relief–but it was totally one-sided, which basically made it worthless. He’d have felt less bereft if she hated him. If she was furious with him, for taking so long to find her. Instead, she didn’t even recognize him. All that lay in her gaze was suspicion, confusion, and bewilderment. And Natsu couldn’t help the way it made his chest ache and his empty stomach roll like he was on a boat.

Ever since That Day, Seven Years Ago–or, more accurately, when he and Lucy had leveled after the difficult period which followed their daughter’s disappearance–he had spoken of the future. The future where they found Nashi, and moved forward.

Now, he’d found her…and he was almost too stunned to speak. All their talking, all their preparation…yet nothing could have really prepared him for this . He doubted even Lucy–who was so clever–could’ve prepared for a daughter who didn’t remember or trust either of them.

Then again, did it really matter how prepared he was? Natsu supposed not. He’d never exactly been the type to live a pre-scripted life. All he could do was explain things, now, and convince her it was time to come back.

How hard could it be?

“Why are you asking?” he asked bluntly, watching as her eyes widened and she took yet another step back. If he’d had any doubt, the fact that the name obviously meant something to her would have killed it then and there. He took a deep breath, heart pounding in his ears. “Nashi…it’s me. It’s me. I’m your dad.”

Her entire posture and expression stiffened in shock, face going alarmingly pale. Moon-round eyes stared unblinkingly at him even as her irises started to shake.

He shuffled forward slightly and swallowed hard. He spoke quietly, “It took way too long for me to find you. I know that. But I swear–” He drew a hand up to his heart, looking her straight in the eye. “–I’ve been looking for you every day for the past seven years. Me and your mom. Plus Erza and Laxus and–well, a bunch of people! Your nakama! ” He added the last part hastily, watching her closely.

“… Seven years?” she muttered.

“Yes!” Natsu confirmed, staring at her earnestly. She had to hear him, to believe him. She just had to.

Her shoulders slackened, expression sinking into exasperation. Frowning, Natsu opened his mouth, but a bitter chuckle preemptively snuffed his words.

“Jesus,” she huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “For a second, I really thought you might be serious! Gah…you’re really good at scaring people, you know that? Nearly gave me a fucking heart attack–”

“I am serious!” Natsu nearly shouted, taking a huge, unintentionally aggressive step forwards without having meant to.

This time, though, the step she took back in response was much more casual–like she no longer took him seriously at all. She shook her head slowly. “Man,” she sighed. “I don’t know if you read my Wikipedia or what, but my parents–whoever the fuck they are–” Natsu’s heart dropped. “–ditched me twelve years ago. Not seven. So…sorry, dude, but either you’re tripping balls, or you got me mixed up with someone–”

“We did not ditch you! And I did not mix you up with someone else! It’s you! I know it is!” This time, Natsu did shout. He couldn’t help it. This whole time, him and Lucy had believed that their child was waiting for them…had continued to believe in them, the same way they had in her. The fact that it turned out she thought they’d abandoned her was too much for him to bear. His chest and eyes burned as he stared at her.

When she started to pull further back, he lunged forward and grabbed her wrist. The movement obviously startled her, but he gripped too tightly for her to pull away. Natsu couldn’t help it; he needed her to pay attention, needed her to look him in the eyes and recognize him.

And he did recognize her. Regardless of what she remembered or didn’t, there wasn’t so much as one single doubt in his mind: this was his daughter. He may have been thrown at first. It may have taken her longer than it should have. But he had recognized her– did recognize her. And nothing could or would sway him to doubt, now. The way she’d fought…there’d been no magic in it, but she still fought like fire. Just like he’d taught her. Yes, he’d initially been confused by her age, this world, the way she spoke, and even her smile–but it would be a cold day in a frigid hell that Natsu would inaccurately assess a fighter. Especially one he’d trained. That, coupled with her catchphrase…it was her. There was just no way it wasn’t her.

“Fuck you think you’re doing?!” she blustered, digging her heels into the asphalt and trying to wriggle her wrist free from his grip. “Don’t just go around grabbing people whenever the hell you want, you freak! Let me go!”

Still, Natsu held fast, thinking quickly in an attempt to find some way to make her see…

Where the hell was Lucy when you needed her? She was way better at stuff like this than him! She’d totally ditched him in his time of need!

“Twelve years…” His heart sank as he started to actually consider the number. Seven was bad enough, but twelve?

How many more years is that? He thought worriedly. Let’s see…seven minus twelve–no! Twelve minus seven…that’s like, ten, at least! Right?!

He shook himself mentally, refusing to dwell on that for the time being.

“Listen,” he said urgently. “Time must move differently between here and Earthland. Just like the Celestial World–”

“‘Earth- Land?! Selena what?!’” she spluttered, bug-eyed and still tugging.

“Earthland!” Natsu repeated loudly. “That’s the world where I came from–where we came from! It’s where both of us were born, and Lucy, and Luke, and Igneel…all of us are Wizards–well, actually, Igneel was a Dragon. But he’s your grandpa! And–”

“Alright, I’ve heard enough!” Nashi roared, finally managing to wrench free of his grip and stumble back several steps. “God! I should’ve known my first superfan-stalker would be a total nutjob! Just my damn luck!” she raged.

“What’d you call me?!” Natsu spluttered, incensed. “How dare you talk about your own Dad like that, huh?! You’re lucky–”

“YOU’RE NOT MY FUCKING DAD!”

The words didn’t just hurt; they were devastating . They struck his heart more painfully and felled it more surely than a Unison Raid from Laxus and Erza.

And she wasn’t even done.

“If you keep telling crazy lies, you’re really gonna piss me off, you got me? Fuck’s sake! Do you even hear yourself?! ‘Wizards’, ‘Dragons’, ‘Other Worlds.’ Look the fuck around you! I call myself ‘The Dragoness’ but that doesn’t make them real! Do you see any fucking Dragons?! Huh?! ” She gestured wildly around at the dingy alleyway, expression contorted in anger.

Natsu opened his mouth…but no words came out. He could only breath the dank air in his scrawny-feeling lungs, could only listen to the unending and miserable cascade of Magic Vehicles through what felt like about a bajillion layers of Aries’ Pink Wool–but nowhere near as pleasant.

“Nashi…” he finally managed to gasp around his heart, which was lodged in his throat and pounding horribly hard and fast, making him feel like he might be dying. “You really–you really don’t remember me? Not even at all?!”

The few beats of silence which followed his squeaked words spoke volumes. She glared at his now-hunched figure, inhaled slowly through her nose, then seemed to deflate on a slow exhale. Her scowl softened into one of pity.

His heart sank even lower.

“Look,” she mumbled, twisting her bag to her hip, unzipping it, and starting to dig through it. “I have no fucking clue how to deal with delusional people, or whatever. But…since I kicked you, I guess I owe you some help–especially since you’re obviously already hurt. Here, take this.”

Some flaps of paper, a lot like bills of Jewels back in Fiore but also different, were flapped in front of Natsu’s stupefied visage by a feminine yet tanned and calloused hand. He was too shocked and horrified to register the sight fully, let alone reach for them. Finally, the girl huffed in impatience and let the papers flutter to the greasy, dark ground in front of him.

“That’s all I can spare from tonight’s winnings,” she mumbled, zipping up her bag. “Got my own bills and stuff, you know? But that should be enough to get you some basic healthcare, hopefully. Plus a meal for that grumbly belly of yours.” She snorted. “So, anyways…bye, man.”

It wasn’t until she turned away and started stalking towards her motorcycle that Natsu finally stirred from his shock.

“I don’t want your money, dammit!” he burst, coming back online as she situated herself on the Magic Motorcycle and started pulling on a helmet.

Leaving the money on the ground, he ran towards her.

“What about Harley?!” he snapped, taking a risk in his desperation. A surge of hope overtook his desperation when she snapped her attention back to him, eyes bugging from within her helmet. “She’s here, too, isn’t she?! How would I know that if I didn’t know you?!”

Unfortunately, she jumped to a conclusion he hadn’t even thought to consider. “Gee, I don’t know, maybe you’re a legit stalker? How the hell do you know my cat’s name, you fucking creep?!” As she screeched this, she grabbed her bag against herself in a protective sort of gesture.

Was Harley…?

“She ain’t a cat!” he retorted, grabbing the handles of her motorcycle to keep her in place despite the way his stomach reared reflexively. “She’s an Exceed, just like Happy! Why else would she be able to fly, huh, Nashi?!”

“It’s Layla!” she screeched. To his chagrin, the Magic Motorcycle’s handlebars were ripped from his grasp– his chagrin, but his accursed stomach’s instinctive relief. “My name is Layla, dammit! And what the fuck are you talking about, ‘flying?!’ Harley’s a cat, not a damn pigeon!”

“What, she can’t fly anymore!?” he asked, still rooted to the spot.

“You’re completely insane!” she decided aloud–and loudly. “I don’t know who you are, creep, but you’d better leave me the fuck alone or I’ll murder you, got it!? Just take that money, fuck off, and get some damn help!”

“Wait!” Natsu tried once more, only to gag instantly when the motorcycle roared to life and revved. Despite the inhibition of his Magic, the sound, alone, was enough to make him double over and grip his stomach, groaning in pain. She glowered at him once more, then lifted her feet to the pedals, swung back, and started forward. “D-dammit…” he warbled as the sound of the roaring engine faded. Fruitlessly, he reached a shaking hand towards her shrinking figure, groaning again as she vanished onto a busy road at the end of the alley, several honks following just after.

Natsu cursed softly to himself, defeated and utterly lost. Now, he didn’t even know how to find her. And if he did, how would he ever convince her to come home.

He was still laying there when that locked door creaked open again, drawing his attention.

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Layla was so agitated by the ridiculous interaction she’d just had, she took the long way home. And it still took her the entire way there to cool off. By the time she arrived, even her seedy-ass street was sorta quiet.

She parked, turned off her beloved motorcycle for a moment before scoffing to herself, still brooding. “Stupid.” She swung her leg over the seat of the motorcycle, stuffed her helmet into its hidden compartment behind the backseat, and locked it. “Geez, just how dumb are you? Thinking some crazy homeless guy cosplaying as Aladdin might be your real dad…I mean, I don’t even care about that, anymore…”

She clutched her bag against her front carefully. Her exhaustion from the fight against the big-but-disappointing freak she’d fought earlier had started to catch up with her just after she left the ring. But now, after a second adrenaline rush inspired by that delusional homeless guy, she was practically dead on her feet.

She jiggled and rattled her way into the old, fucked up door of her apartment building. Once it wheezed shut behind her, she stalked past the starey drug addicts huddled inexplicably in the hallway; wearily climbed two flights of stairs so as to avoid the questionable elevator. Then, she finally stumbled into her apartment–

–and found it full of strange dudes, all huddled on the apartment’s old, nasty couches in an attempt to drape themselves around her roommate. A loud, wet plunger sound rang across the room as the guy who’d managed to suck face with Gracie first pulled back in surprise. Layla’s weary eyes swept the suddenly-silent room without meeting any of the owlish gazes fixed on her then landed on Gracie, herself–whose face was panicked but quickly transformed into her usual, bullshit smile as Layla glared.

“Oi–,” she started.

“Layla!” Gracie interrupted, her voice an octave too high. “Well, hey, there! How did–”

“Just fucking don’t!” The door slamming behind her punctuated Layla’s order, and she reached behind her to lock it reflexively. “Are you even serious, Gracie?! One thing! One thing, I asked: don’t party on fight nights. But I come home after the semifinals and –” She gestured aggressively at the room, glowering at Gracie’s hazy-yet-quickly sombering face.

“Ooh, another girl’s joining in the fun, too?” The guy who’d just been sucking face with Gracie sounded excited in a detached, nauseating sort of way. Several of the dudes on the couch were eyeing Layla with a similarly-toned interest, making her grip her bag in front of herself to hide some of her body (carefully:)

“The feisty type, too. My favorite.” Aaaandd this guy was somehow creepier-looking and sounding than the first, eyeing her with a cold sort of hunger. Several of the other guys grinned and snickered in agreement.

Layla straightened under the fleet of creeps’ collective gaze, lifting her chin and glaring down. If these losers thought they were going to either seduce or intimidate her, they had another thing coming. In her job, the vast majority of her peers hated her guts, and made sure she knew it by either calling her unfuckable or guaranteeing they’d fuck her before trying to beat her to a pulp. This was on top of being a foster kid and a juvie kid.

She opened her mouth, but Gracie beat her to a response. “Oh, no!” she chirped like an annoying fuck of a bird. “No, no, no! Layla isn’t part of this. She’s my roommate, and she’s being serious! Trust me, if you want to keep your dicks attached to your bodies, you should leave her alone. She’s basically got gorilla strength!” The assertions were followed by a tinkling laugh and a pinch in Layla’s chest which only worsened when a bunch of the guys started laughing. It was a shitty thing for Gracie to have said, and she knew it. Layla knew she knew it because of the smug smirk she gave her while the dudes shared looks and laughed.

Ever since highschool–

But Layla stopped the thought in its tracks right there. There was no point dwelling on that. Again.

“I can do whatever the hell I want,” Gracie purred once the laughter quieted. “It’s not just your apartment, Layla.”

Rage burnt in Layla’s throat, but she deflated quickly. As badly as she wanted to point out that it was technically her apartment, seeing as only she paid rent, she had neither the energy nor the time for a fight with her infuriating roommate. The familiar sense of resentment and defeat settled over her as she exhaled.

“Whatever,” she muttered. She knew better than to ask them to be quiet before she headed to her room and pulled out the key to unlock the door while chatter and giggles crescendoed behind her. Just as she began to open the door, she swung a threatening glare over her shoulder. “My door will be locked. If even one of you losers tries to break in, I’ll fucking kill you.”

A mixture of nervous and interested looks were her response (along with a loud laugh from Gracie, who she ignored.) She shut the door behind her and locked it, glad her weird-ass room had a sink and her toothbrush in it so she didn’t have to go back out there. Thank god she didn’t need to pee.

Ignoring the loud, disgusting sounds emanating from the shared living area, she lowered her bag and unzipped it. “Harley,” she cooed. “Hey, wake up, baby…time for dinner…”

At “dinner” the face of a small, unusual-looking white cat appeared, blinking its way to a wide-eyed excitement that made Layla grin, despite everything. Harley meowed, loud and chatty, while Layla fed her with the tuna-flavored catfood she kept in her closet (Harley only liked fish flavors) then continued to mewl and purr in tandem with her munching, making Layla laugh quietly.

“Weirdo,” she muttered affectionately, staunchly ignoring every sound but Harley’s chewing.

She changed her PJs and brushed her teeth quickly, turned the lights off. Then she crawled into bed, groaning as she finally got to relax her sore, bruised body. It was after she folded her arms behind her bed and a chop-licking Harley jumped into bed and curled up beside her that she finally couldn’t suppress the question nudging at the back of her head anymore:

Just where could that guy have heard that name?

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[1*] Now feels like a good time to mention that several of the OC's, including Juvia, are missing IN THE BEGINNING of the story and it will be a while before they start coming back. There's plenty of angst and flashbacks to supplement the loss, tho, imo.

[2*] The "Necrotizer" as Natsu incorrectly calls him is the Necromancer, Keyes, of course.

AN: Welp, that's a wrap for this chapter. Not too sure I'm happy with it but I like it better than the first one I think. I'm trying to enjoy the process of writing this story, but I'm just excited to get to the good stuff later on tbh. As I said in the beginning: I know Nashi/Layla and her life is somewhat excruciating, at the beginning, and that we want to see her get a wakeup call and get back to the canon universe. Both will happen soon, just stick with me ;)

#natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #nalu #fairy tail #gruvia #nalu fanfiction #natsu x lucy #nashi dragneel #gray fullbuster #greige fullbuster

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