#stepsiblings au is so good

[pandoraslxna]

OMG no bc stepbro lo’ak secretly fingering you under the table

Movie night

Stepbro Lo‘ak x female Omatikaya reader

Words: 2.3k

Summary: Lo’ak can’t keep his hands to himself. Not even during movie night.

Warnings: explicit smut, stepcest, stepsibling au, aged up characters, innocent reader (I leave it to your imagination if she’s a virgin), slight age difference, they’re very much in public, voyeurism, fingering, little degradation, corruption kink, teasing between (step)siblings

Tonight was movie night at the labs in high camp.

It was a little tradition that Lo‘ak and Spider had started just a few months ago. Norm and Max had allowed them to use the big screen in the common room of the bio laboratory to watch some of the movies they had available. Gradually, more and more people had joined them in their little tradition over the last few weeks. Now there was your stepfather Jake and your stepsiblings Kiri and Neteyam. But also Norm and Max and some of the other scientists. And you, of course. Your stepmother, Neytiri, wasn’t a big fan of the whole thing. She still despised most human technology and basically everything else the humans did, so she usually avoided any unnecessary contact with them. You weren’t even sure if she liked Norm and the others. During movie night she would rather take care of chores or spend time with Tuk. The youngest wasn’t allowed to join anyways, since most of these movies weren’t exactly meant for children. Today was horror movie night on top of all.

The concept of horror or movies in general was still quite new to you, so you decided to settle as close to your stepbrother Lo‘ak as possible. Lo’ak had always been good at these human things. He was curious and eager to learn, so he understood these things pretty fast. And he enjoyed playing his big brother role very much, teaching you about them and easing your anxiety by explaining that the things you were watching weren’t real and it was all fiction and technology. He bought you great comfort.

Somewhere during the first thirty minutes of the movie, Lo’ak had pulled you onto his lap, his arms encircled your middle and his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. Every once in a while, he planted a soft kiss to your temple or along your jaw. It’s was such an innocent gesture, so naturally that you two showed affection towards one another that nobody in the room even batted an eye. Your arms were resting on the table in front of you, mindlessly drawing patterns onto the tabletop and your eyes were entirely fixed on the screen in the front. You were sitting a little far behind in the left corner of the room, so it was a good thing that the screen was rather big and you were able to see perfectly fine from back there.

Lo’ak however, had a very hard time concentrating and following the movies plot. He was too busy focusing on the feeling of your soft bottom pressed tight against his crotch, where his erection grew with every passing second. He mentally cursed your choice of clothing today. Nothing else but this thin piece of woven fabric separated your privat parts from his cock. Worst of all was probably, that he was to one that had made this loincloth for you– with exactly that thought in mind.

You were painfully unaware about how much you were affecting your stepbrother, when you squirmed in his lap like that. Pressing yourself further against his crotch whenever you got scared. In the corner of his eyes, he watched the way you chewed on your bottom lip and how your breath hitched whenever the masked killer was on screen. You were adorable like this.

Lo’ak couldn’t help the way his hands wandered over your belly, caressing your skin as if they had a mind on their own. Experimentally, he dipped them a little lower, tracing the faint stripes on your lower abdomen and hips. His touches slowly grew more confident and bold over time. Sliding his hands over your thighs, he begins to massage your soft flesh, paying special attention to the squishy insides of your legs. Your skin was warm and smooth there. You weren’t unfamiliar with his touch, not even on those parts of your body. You didn’t resist him, when he wedged your legs slightly apart to make room for his hands. He could feel your tail, gently swaying next to his leg, making it known that you were relaxed and content. Maybe a little excited, but that was probably because of the movie.

Discreetly, Lo‘ak glanced around the room. Neither his friends nor his family payed any attention to him, everyone seemingly focused on the movie. Good.

His hands slide just a little further, until his thumb followed the outline of where your loincloth covered your sex. You were so lost in the bright, flashing movements in the front of the room, that you barely registered what was happening. Until Lo’aks thumb glides over the thin fabric resting over your folds. You inhaled sharply, but not loud enough for anyone to hear. The movie was too loud anyways.

You blink a few times, as if you were trying to gather your thoughts and make out what your stepbrother was doing. You were used to him being touchy with you, showing you just a little more affection than your other siblings, touching you in ways that stepsiblings weren’t supposed to touch each other. But Lo’ak always assured you that it was normal and that you should just let it happen if it felt good. Sure, hugs and cuddles and kisses felt good, very good even– but this was something completely new. It made your stomach tingle, almost the same way it did when he kissed you with his tongue.

Meanwhile, Lo’ak repeats the same motion again. He adds a little more pressure over the thin cloth, enough to part your lips under his touch to feel for your clit. Even covered by your loincloth, he expertly found the little nub of pleasure. Once found, he presses down on it and instantly, your eyes widen and your back straightens.

"Lo’ak?", you call out for him softly, barely turning your head in his direction as you spoke because you were just too flustered to look at him right now.

"It’s okay, just… just pay attention to the movie, yeah?", he whispered, sounding almost breathlessly as he spoke against the shell of your ear. You swallowed thickly, but like the good little sister that you were, you nodded and tried your best to regain focus on the plot.

At some point when the killer lured one of the human teenagers into his cabin somewhere in the woods, you felt Lo’ak pull your loincloth to the side.

His fingertips were ghosting over your flesh, with barely enough pressure, yet you were already panting. His index finger slides through your soft folds and you hear him exhale a shaky breathe behind you.

"You’re so wet, what’s got you all excited?", he whispered along a soft, content hum. You could literally feel the way your cheeks changed color, from blue to purple, because you were just so flustered from your big brothers filthy words. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond to him. You didn’t even dare to open your mouth, too scared that a moan could slip out at any second. Especially, when he begins to circle your clit with his thumb again.

His index finger then glides over your entrance, spreading your slickness and coating his digits in those clear juices. Ever so carefully, he slips his very fingertips into your cunt. Just an inch, before he pulls out again. You visibly tense above him, while he repeats the motion a few times. You bite your lip hard enough to keep quiet.

Slowly, Lo’ak slides his finger deeper inside, deep enough until his last knuckle disappeared past your tight opening. He places a tender kiss on your bare shoulder, before he begins to thrust his finger in and out of you. It’s slow, but enough to make you gasp and huff out tiny breaths of air.

"Shh, you have to be quiet, okay?"

He was one to talk. Right when the words had left his lips, he pushed a second finger into you. Your hand, that was resting against the tabletop just a few minutes ago, quickly comes up to cover your mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut when he begins to scissor you open.

Lo’ak could already feel you clench around his digits and you were slick enough, that it slowly begun to produce faint squelching sounds. Thankfully, the movie was getting to its high point and the dramatic music mixed with the screams of the killers victims overturned your soft whimpers and the obscene sounds that your pussy made.

"Lo‘ak I’m… I‘m really trying, but—", you turn your head enough so he could hear your quiet whimpers, but he quickly shushed you.

"I know, baby. Does your big brother make you feel good? Feeling all special down there, hm?" He tilted his head and you got a glimpse of the smug grin on his face. Nodding your head quickly, Lo’ak kisses your cheek affectionately. "Try to focus", he then tells you, acting like he was paying attention to the movie again. You try your best to do like him, but it was getting more difficult with every thrust of his fingers.

When his other hand finally joins him under your loincloth, you almost loose it altogether. Now he was using both of them, one hand circling your clit with the one was busy burying two of his thick digits into your tight pussy.

Mindlessly, you buck your hips in an attempt to try and move away from him, the sensation of his hands all over your private parts simply being too much for you when you weren’t allowed to make any noise. You arch your back a little, your bottom pressing harder against his crotch only to feel his throbbing cock right there where you were sitting.

He was hard beneath you, impossible to ignore, yet there was no way you could do anything to help him out with this. Not here, to say the least. But Lo’ak didn’t even made any intentions for you to do so. You could clearly feel him twitch against the curve of your bottom, desperately waiting to get touched, yet Lo‘ak only payed attention to you. Seemingly taking pleasure by simply playing with you, teasing you in a room full of people. He carefully grinds himself against you a few times, but that was it. It would’ve been too obvious for anyone else if he kept doing that though. You, almost humping his hands was enough to hide already.

The pace in which he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy has you squirming in his lap, toes curling and biting your tongue to prevent yourself from moaning out loud. The way he was rubbing your clit simultaneously, switching between slow and fast, as if he wanted you to become vocal, drove you quicker to the edge than you thought was even possible.

But then, on the other side of the room, your stepfather coughs and shifts in his seat. It startles you enough to squeeze painfully tight around Lo’aks fingers.

"Easy, sis", he coos next to your ear, "It’s okay, I’ve got you. They won’t see anything, don’t worry."

You squeezed your eyes shut once again and tried not to think about all the people in the room, because it just felt too good to stop now. The strokes of his fingers, the way he rubbed your clit as if he could read your mind, as if he did this a thousand times already and knew exactly how to make you come.

His speed picked up slightly, only making you whimper again. You leaned forward enough to rest your head on the table, encircled by your own arms to make it look like your were just tired. In reality, you bit down hard on your bottom lip and your eyes crossed before they rolled to the back of your head.

The soft, wet walls of your pussy were clamping down on his digits, tightening even more as the rest of you was starting to tense too. You could feel yourself right on the edge, his thick fingers pumping into you with vigour, your arousal running down between your legs, soaking his fingers where he was rubbing your throbbing clit over and over.

Your body trembled in his lap from the efforts of keeping any noises inside, when Lo’ak didn’t bother to slow down, carrying you thoroughly through every second of your climax until you were limp and whimpering quietly against your palm that was now covering your mouth again.

How he had managed to make you come harder with his hands than you ever had with your own was fucking beyond you. 

When Lo’ak finally pulled his hand away and discreetly rearranged your loincloth, you slowly sit up again, letting your back rest against his front. You were spent, chest rapidly rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath again. In the corner of your eye, you watch Lo’ak lick his fingers clean with a wet pop.

Not shortly after, the lights of the common room are turned on again and you squint your eyes until they have adjusted to the brightness.

"And? How did you like it, guys?", Spider gleefully approached you both as soon as the blinds went up again and everyone had started their little chitter chatter about the movie, "You look a little shaken, everything alright?" He looked at you with genuine concern for a moment. At least until Lo’ak bursted out laughing, "She’s such cry baby, she was super scared the whole time. You should’ve seen her, bro! Maybe we should leave her with Tuk next time if these are too scary for her, right sis?" Lo’ak pinched your cheek teasingly and you couldn’t help but blush even harder at his words, a little pout forming when they both laughed at that.

You squirmed in Lo‘aks lap, cringing, as you felt your own slickness smear between your thighs with the movement of his laughter. Spider then turned his attention back to you, with both eyebrows raised high, as if he had just made a great discovery, "Ohh so that’s why you were hiding your face in the end? C’mon, it wasn’t even that scary!"

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[petitelepus]

The Demon Gift: Choosing Hantengu, Part 2

Demon!Slave!Hantengu X Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Hantengu are on your own from now and focus on the future, but your stepsiblings are honestly God awful.

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Demon Slave AU, Domesticated Demons, Reader Insert, Fem!Reader, Hantengu, Master/Slave, Karaku, Sekido, Urogi, Aizetsu

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

"I'm back," You called as you stepped into the hotel room and shut the door behind you, making sure to lock it just in case. You heard familiar whimpering and looked to see Hantengu, your recently bought Demon looking at you from the corner of the hotel room that he had claimed as his own spot.

It had been a few days since your stepfather had forced you to choose yourself a Demon slave from this awful slave market and against your stepfather's wishes, you had chosen the most pitiful, weakest, and ugliest Demon there was, aka Hantengu.

But you couldn't just leave him there where the people at the slave market beat him for fun! No one deserved to be treated that way, no matter who or what they were, human, Demon, master, or slave. Sadly, that was not how the world worked…

Your decision led you to be kicked out of your family and childhood home, but at least your douchebag stepfather had some decency to give you some, money so that while you were kicked out of your home you wouldn't end up on the streets. The money came with the heavy price of leaving your family… But you were never really part of that family, to begin with.

So you were looking for a place for you and Hantengu to live in and you had already managed to visit a couple of high-rise apartments that looked pretty nice to you and your Demon, but you needed some rest.

"How are you feeling Hantengu?" You asked as you sat on your bed and looked at him. He whimpered quietly as he nodded, "F- fine…"

"Okay, that's good. Better." You nodded and then noticed that the bowl of meat you had gotten for him before you had left was empty and you briefly wondered if he was still hungry.

"Are you hungry? Should I order you something?" You asked and he nodded shakily. You smiled as you reached for your hotel room's phone, but just as you were about to grab it, your phone suddenly started ringing.

Who could that have been? You frowned as you grabbed your phone from the table and looked to see it was your stepbrother calling.

You groaned, already dreading this phone call. Better get it done and over with so you accepted the call and raised the phone to your ear, "Hello?"

"Hey Noob!"

You almost groaned when you heard him call you by his little nickname.

"What do you want?" You asked and you heard him laugh, "So it's really true? Dad kicked you out for good?"

You couldn't help but notice how your brother and sister always got away when calling your stepfather dad, while you had to call him father and sometimes even sir. Must have been benefits of being directly same blood as the wicked rich man himself.

"Yeah, so what?"

"Hey, is it also true that the Demon you got is as weak and ugly as Hell?" He asked and now he was just trying to piss you off, as usual.

"Never heard of the saying, mind your own business?" You asked back, but your brother didn't get the hint, "What, are you letting that ugly thing fuck you? Is that it? Is that why you picked it? Are you some kind of a freak?"

You liked to think that you had grown tolerant of your horrible family after living years with them, but your brother was now being plain awful and horrible and it was really pissing you off.

"You insolent little-!"

"Ha, I knew it, I knew you were always a freak!" Your brother laughed and you growled as you forced yourself to calm down so you could ask him, "Why are you even calling me? Just to mock and make fun of me? How original of you."

"Just wanted to be the one to tell you that if you don't come pick up your stuff by the end of the week then it's all going to trash." You could almost hear him smirk, "All of it."

You were shocked by what you heard. You still had time, didn't you? It had been only a couple of days, how would they expect you to find your own place on such short notice?

"But father said he would send my stuff to my new place when I would find one!" You objected and he most likely shrugged on the other side of the phone.

"Yeah, me and sis talked to him and managed to convince him to just get rid of your stuff, seeing that you are no longer a member of this family."

Your eyes widened as you registered his words and you snapped, "Why would you do that?!"

"Oh, I don't know," You could almost see your no-good brother shrug, "We were bored and wanted just to stir the pot."

"You're a real asshole, you know that?" You hissed at the phone angrily and while you did not scare your brother, you certainly did scare poor Hantengu who whimpered out loud behind you.

"What the Hell was that, was that your Demon?" Your brother asked and you scowled, ready to snap at him, but he just laughed, "You have 4 days, better find a place soon or all your stuff goes to the trash!"

Now he was just repeating himself while being an asshole. You growled, about to curse at him, but just as you were going to; the phone call ended and you realized that he had hung up on you.

A second or two passed as you registered the whole conversation you just had and you couldn't help yourself, you just snapped.

"FUCK!" You shouted as loudly as you could, grabbed your pillow, and threw it against the wall as hard as you possibly could. Nothing seemed to go right anymore. It was like you were punished or something!

"H- Hiee!" Hantengu shrieked in fear and you snapped out of your fury. You glanced at the Demon over your shoulder and frowned sadly, "I'm sorry Hantengu, I didn't mean to scare you."

"Scary, so scary…!" He whimpered as he covered his tear-stained face and you sighed as you climbed over the bed to his side of the room.

Slowly, you raised your hand towards him and he instantly flinched. He was so fearful that he even feared you now and you were sure that your little outburst didn't help at all. You sighed as you slowly placed your hand against the bump on his head and started to gently pet it. He was still shivering and sobbing, but thanks to your gentleness he started to calm down slowly.

"I'm sorry Hantengu, I didn't mean to scare you." You apologized quietly and he slowly lowered his hands enough for you to see his red eyes as he looked up at you, "A- are you angry?"

"I am," You nodded and quickly added, "But not at you. Never at you."

He whimpered quietly, so quietly you barely heard him so you presumed that you had managed to calm him down enough that he stopped crying. You sighed as you pulled your hand back and rolled over to the other side of the bed where the phones were.

"If I remember correctly, you were still hungry and so am I. Shall we order something from room service?" You asked as you reached for the phone and Hantengu nodded shakily. Once you were done ordering pizza for yourself and meat for your timid Demon, you lay down on the bed and started to think about what you should do next.

You would have to find a place and quickly and while money did help, it didn't solve everything. You could contact one of the places you had been looking at and offer a generous amount of money, but you weren't feeling that positive. Honesty, you felt kinda shitty after talking with your even shittier brother.

As you thought, you figured out that the best choice was to rent a storage unit where you could put all your stuff until you found a place that was big enough for you and Hantengu. While the Demon barely took any space, he would no doubt need his own room and things to call his own.

Someone knocked on the door and you got up to see and sure enough, your pizza and Demon's meat came. You thanked the hotel worker, before taking the food and then you pushed the door shut with your hip.

"Dinner time," You said as you put the food on your huge bed and you looked over to see Hantengu looking at the huge bowl of meat hungrily. You sighed a little and patted the other side of the bed, "You can sit here, you know? No need to stay on the floor."

The Demon looked shocked that you offered him a place to eat beside you, his master, but slowly he crawled closer and closer until he was next to your bed. You were expecting him to climb up, but he stayed kneeling by the bed and reached for the bowl of meat from his spot on the floor.

Well, at least you got him to leave that corner of his. You pushed the bowl of meat to him and he greedily grabbed the bowl and started to eat like he hadn't eaten in ages and was starving, when he had in fact eaten earlier before you had gone to search a place to call home to the two of you.

You hummed as you grabbed yourself a slice of pizza and proceeded to eat by hand, much like the Demon did. You were both enjoying your meals in a kinda relaxed manner… Until Hantengu looked at you and whispered, "M- may I ask..?"

"Hm?" You hummed, your mouth full of pizza and the man swallowed nervously, "W- why is your family so mean…?"

Wow, that was quite a question. You hummed more before swallowing your mouthful and shrugging, "That's like asking why the sky is blue. Are you sure you want to hear?"

You expected him to shake his head, but instead, he nodded and you blinked, stunned. Well, you could guess that maybe your family drama was interesting to other people, much like reality TV.

Your pizza got forgotten as you started to tell your story to Hantengu. How your mother had raised you alone, your real father unknown to you, and perhaps even to your mom. You were maybe 4 or 5 years old when your mother married Adam Sliver, a corrupted rich man who had two kids of his own from his first and second marriage, making your mother his third and last wife.

Your mother had welcomed your new brother and sister with open arms, but they were honestly awful. Your siblings were spoiled rotten and were just as rotten inside. They made your life Hell and because they were your stepfather's real kids, they got away with everything.

Your stepfather was strict to you and he was a firm believer that physical punishment solved everything. Somehow this applied only to you and not your spoiled siblings. Maybe that is why you sympathized with Hantengu so much when those shitty masters beat him.

He wasn't the only one beating you, your Hellish siblings would torture you every chance they could get. You had gone crying to your mother but all she did was shush you and tell you to suck it up and not ruin one good thing in her life, which was the fact that she was married to a man as rich as some cartoon duck.

It hurt to learn and grow up knowing that even your own mother preferred this other side of the family over you, her own child, and her own blood.

When your siblings got old enough to get their own Demon slaves they finally let you be, but if you thought that they were cruel to, you then they were absolutely worse to those poor Demons. Abusing them, hurting them, making them fight against each other, only to discard them when they were broken for good. Truly, your family was the worst.

The rest of the day went by quickly while you ranted about your cursed family to Hantengu, who listened while quietly eating his bowl filled with meat.

While you talked, there were moments that were almost too painful to be remembered, but you refused to cry. You had cried your whole childhood and you were damned if you were going to let that wretched family of yours make you cry again. All you needed was to get your stuff and be done with that family of yours and never meet them ever again.

You were finally free of them, against all odds, choosing Hantengu set you free.

By the time you were done telling him your story, you were tired as Hell, both physically and mentally. You sighed as you looked at your cold half-eaten pizza, no longer hungry.

"I think I'll head to sleep now… Is that okay with you?" You asked and the Demon blinked, stunned by how again, you asked for his opinion on things.

Quietly, he nodded and you sighed as you stepped into the small bathroom to get prepared for the night and change into the nightdress you had bought a couple of days ago to sleep in. Once done, you slipped under the covers and shut the lights, turning quickly to look at your Demon slave who had returned to his corner.

"Good night Hantengu." You wished to the Demon who nodded quietly at you. You closed your eyes and calmed down, soon finding yourself in dreamlands… But while you were sleeping, Hantengu crawled next to your bed and stared at you through the whole night, as if the feeble creature was guarding your sleep.

How could you be so nice to him, of all creatures? Pitiful, weak, and scared Hantengu? Despite everything you had gone through in your life, you were still so kind. Maybe… Just maybe you were so gentle and kind because you were also the one who got hurt the most.

When the morning came and you woke up, he was back in his corner, curled on himself and sleeping softly. You hated that you had to make him sleep on the floor, but neither one of you liked the idea of sharing a bed, both new and too alien to each other.

You ordered yourself some French toast and meat for Hantengu as breakfast, and while the cooks downstairs cooked, you stepped into the bathroom to get ready for the Hellish day.

You were just done with yourself when the knock on the door alerted you and you went to accept your breakfast. Despite all the things happening, Hantengu kept sleeping. You smiled a little at the sight of the normally so skittish Demon finally resting. Silently, you set the bowl of meat next to him on the floor and sat on the bed to enjoy your toast.

Once your plate was empty and your tummy was full, you grabbed your phone and made a couple of quick calls. You needed some help to carry all your stuff out from your parents' manor and a truck to move the stuff to a storage unit that you quickly rented with your phone.

"Ngh…"

You blinked as you looked aside and noticed that Hantengu had awoken. You smiled a little, "Morning sleepyhead. There is some breakfast meat next to you if you would like some?"

He whimpered as he got on his knees and started to eat quickly with both hands like he was starving again. You hummed as you texted the moving men the address and then you got up to put the shoes on. Time to go and face that awful family of yours.

"I'm leaving now to get my stuff." You said as you put your shoes on and Hantengu glanced at you fearfully, "Y- you are coming back, right…? P- please…?"

"Of course. Once I get my laptop, we can search for a new home much easier than on my phone." You said as you walked to the door and smiled at the Demon before leaving, "I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise."

And you were gone. You called yourself a taxi and made your way to the mansion just outside the city. Your stepfather liked his privacy yet wanted to swank his money and power every chance he could. You told the taxi to wait as you stepped out of the car and walked inside as if you were still living there, fully knowing that you were stepping into the dragon's maw.

"Well well, look who it is! The Noob!"

You groaned and looked aside to see your fucking stepbrother Cecil looking at you, leaning against the wall with his sister and your stepsister Amanda.

"Brother. Sister." You nodded at both of them and Amanda scowled, "Ugh, don't call me your sister. It makes me feel disgusted!"

"Glad to know the feeling is mutual." You shot right back at her and her scowl hardened to the point her pretty face was ugly, "Ugh, fuck you!"

"Where is our father?" You asked, choosing to ignore your petty stepsister and Cecil shrugged, "Probably avoiding you."

"I would too if I were him." Amanda sneered, "I heard your slave is the ugliest thing dad has ever seen. Is it true?"

"Why would I tell you anything?" You tried to keep your face neutral, not giving them the satisfaction of pissing you off.

Amanda looked mad, but then she grinned smugly, "Oh, I see. You got yourself an ugly fucktoy! What, can't get a real guy so you get yourself an ugly Demon to fuck you?"

"You should know, bitch." You said right back at her and you patted yourself on the shoulder mentally. You were on fire today.

Amanda's face turned red, she was that mad, but Cecil rolled his eyes, unimpressed by your girls' hissy fits, "Gross, just get your stuff and get out. The faster you are gone, the better, Noob."

"I couldn't agree more." You nodded as you walked upstairs where your room was located and stepped inside. Your eyes widened as you saw that everything you owned had been trashed or some other way destroyed.

Your plushies were torn apart and your comics and their pages were spread all over the room. Your figurines had been trembled into pieces and everything you liked or cherished had been destroyed. Even your computer and gaming consoles were destroyed.

You stared at the room in shock until Amanda's cruel laughter snapped you out of your trance, "Ha ha, sorry, but we wanted to make packing easier for you so we just got rid of everything you don't deserve!"

You were absolutely trembling, you were so mad. How could someone be so cruel?

"Oops? Did I strike a nerve? What, are you going to cry like a little baby? Are you a baby?" Amanda laughed as she used baby voice to talk to you and you squeezed your fists, trying your hardest to control yourself because if you didn't then you would end up breaking her fucking nose which cost about 7 000 dollars.

Quietly, you went to retrieve what was left of your consoles and computer, but as you were about to leave, Amanda tried her hardest to block your way, "What, nothing smart to say now, do you?"

"You know what?" You groaned as you looked at this bitch and this bastard you had to call brother with murderous intent.

"I hope you guys rot in Hell…!" You hissed as you pushed your way past them and rushed out of the manor. You stepped into the taxi and told the driver to head back to the city and back to your hotel. You needed some time alone and somewhere safe, like in the safety of the hotel room with Hantengu.

While you were on your way back to the hotel, you called the moving firm and canceled the moving truck and men. While you were at it, you also canceled your storage unit. No use renting one when you don't have anything to store there.

Thanks to your stepfather buying you out of the family, you had more than enough money to buy everything you lost again, but there was some stuff you just couldn't get back…

You looked at what was left of your computer and consoles and sighed. You knew you had everything saved in them, so if you just bought a new computer and gaming console, you could transfer all your data to a new machine. Still, you felt so abused as your whole fortune had been destroyed.

You made a mental note to get a brand new phone number and email so your siblings or parents wouldn't be able to ever reach you again.

When you finally made it back to the hotel, you paid the nice and patient taxi driver before you collected what was left of your electronics and entered the hotel. The elevator ride felt like an eternity and you felt like a soldier who came back home from war. You swiped your room card and stepped into your room, sighing as you closed the door behind you.

"I'm back Hantengu…" You sighed as you kicked your shoes off.

"And I'm just so-!" You were saying when your eyes landed on 4 very handsome and naked Demons, only having short towels wrapped around their waists.

You blinked and one of the men, the one with bright green eyes laughed, "Look! Mistress is back!"

"About time!" A Demon with crimson eyes scowled and one with golden eyes smiled, "We are so happy to see you!"

"She looks awfully faint…" A blue-eyed Demon frowned, but you couldn't reply as you lost your consciousness and fainted on the spot.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #hantengu #sekido #aizetsu #urogi #reader #reader insert #fem!Reader #fem reader #story #my story #writing #my writing #slave #slavery #demon slave!Au #master/Slave #master #slave!Au

[irish-urn]

I’ve been reading Dasey fics and theres always this conflict about how Casey is scared to reveal her feelings because of her morals and what family and friends are going to think but then like a couple chapters later, they get together and it’s never brought up again. So my question is, how do you think the family would navigate through this? I can imagine Nora and George being confused and surprised in the beginning but I don’t know. I always love to hear your thoughts.

OH BOY MY FAVOURITE KIND OF QUESTION. Thank you sooooo much for hitting me up!! I love chatting!!! <3 <3 <3

Okay, so. SO. I think in EVERY universe I am working in (with the exception of the Hades AU), I have George and Nora reacting poorly. I genuinely believe with ALL MY HEART that they would be completely blind-sided by Derek and Casey getting together. We see this in my main college series kick at the darkness 'till it bleeds daylight, but I stand by this for... pretty much every version of Derek and Casey. Even the AUs where they aren't stepsiblings, I imagine George and Nora are just totally befuddled by them.

BUT, for the sake of this ask, let's look at canon. I believe that Nora has this idea in her head of a perfect family -- and she failed the first time with Dennis. Dennis was, in theory, the perfect man, the kind of man everyone expected her to marry. And that marriage failed. So now she's trying again with George, and it's messy and complicated, but dammit if she isn't going to do her best to make it seem like they are the perfect blended family. There's also all the pressure she puts on Casey -- while I don't believe Nora intends to do this, the fact is that likely after the divorce, Nora was overwhelmed and Casey saw this and, being who she is, just stepped up to the plate and took on extra responsibilities. Nora was grateful (obviously) and so proud that her daughter(s) are young women she can depend upon, and so she just... keeps leaning and trusting Casey to be the perfect Grade A daughter.

When it comes to George: I think he loves his kids. I think he's tried to be a good dad for them. I think they were fed, sheltered, and had a lot of fun with him, and very little discipline. I think, as a result, Marti and Derek are brats -- and the only reason Edwin is less of one is because DEREK keeps him in line. But Edwin can be pretty bratty too. What does this mean? It means that when Derek does reach out for help or does do something mature and right, it's usually either ignored or seen as "too little too late". I think that Derek and George have a lot of the same flaws, and George sees a lot of his younger self in Derek. And, as we see in LWL, neither George nor Nora view Derek as having grown up at all, despite the fact that his life is arguably in better shape than Casey's and he's far more mature than George.

What does this mean for them being faced with Dasey? I think Nora would FREAK and I think George would follow her lead. From my re-watch of the show, Nora spends a lot of time correcting George's parenting techniques; sometimes George convinces her to relax because it's not a big deal, and sometimes Nora convinces George to take things more seriously. But I do SERIOUSLY think that Nora would see her perfect, good daughter claiming to be in love WITH HER STEPBROTHER, the young man that Nora sees as a SON; and I think Nora would immediately refuse it. Because Nora has spent so much time trying to fix what she broke before; and I think she would see this relationship as, like, a cannonball aimed at her McTuri ship. I think George would see his wife incredibly upset and, judging by how he treats and views Derek, would take her side.

I think, at best, both parents would see this as a temporary rebellion on Casey's side, and just an impulsive move from Derek. I can just imagine George reminding Nora that Casey is a very attractive girl and Derek LIKES girls; of course he'd go after her if he had a shot. I think then there would be lots of mumbles of, "But he should know better than to go after his sister; I guess we expected too much from him; it'll blow over, he never commits to anything for long." (which is not true, btw. Look at hockey, look at film, look at his best friends (from his CHILDHOOD), look at his family. When Derek loves, he COMMITS.)

That being said, I think that, if Casey and Derek stuck to their guns and held their ground, Nora and George would eventually cave because, and I do stress this, they love their children. Nora loves Casey; George loves Derek. Neither wants to disown them or push them away. So, I think they would, after a lot of talking and Dasey determination, try to be okay with it.

I think, for a long time, it would be a "fake it until you make it" kind of thing. I think they would pretend to be okay with it because the other option is Derek and Casey not being around, and that's going to break up the family as much as (if not more so) them breaking up would. I think Nora makes contingency plans for when they break up. I think Nora has a lot of talks with Casey to check in; I think Casey is very private about her relationship with Derek and has been hurt by the reaction, and so is hesitant to divulge much information. I think this doesn't help calm Nora down whatsoever. I think George probably talks to the other kids (who I will get to in a minute) to try to understand. I think he kind of does, but doesn't trust his son enough not to screw it up.

I think it's years before George and Nora would actually be okay with it; and I think it would be one of those things where they pretended for so long eventually it became real. One day, Nora realized that when she said, "How sweet!" about something Derek did for Casey, she meant it. I suspect that this realization makes her sit down and think about her choices for a long time; and then I think she might apologize to Casey and finally start mending their relationship.

THE KIDS: I think they KNOW that Derek and Casey do not view each other as siblings. I think, especially as Edwin and Lizzie get older, they recognize UST for what it is. I think they love their siblings very much and recognize that the best thing for all of them is for them to be together.

THAT BEING SAID: I don't think it's a smooth transition for them. I think they probably find it SUPER weird at first. I think they told themselves for MONTHS that they would be supportive; and then they see Casey give Derek a kiss, and their brains explode a little. I think Marti is more okay with it than Edwin and Lizzie, but that's because she knows how much her Smerek loves Casey, and all kissing is gross, they're not special. I think Edwin and Lizzie try SO HARD to be cool about it, but it takes time. But I think both Derek and Casey, although hurt about their discomfort, understand that it's not disapproval, it's just growing pains and the awkwardness of seeing your sibling being sappy and in love. I think they'd adapt MUCH quicker than Genora, but would probably take more time than they thought, and I think Edwin and Lizzie would be disappointed in themselves.

Simon? I have NO idea. It depends on how old he is when they get together and the circumstances around it. Honestly, if you want, I can give you my HC on how everyone handles Derek and Casey getting together after LWL if you want, as opposed to as young adults.

This was a really long answer, but it's a complicated situation. I promise you that in any fic I have that has Derek and Casey getting together and the family involved, I wouldn't just brush over the family reaction. I love the fact that it would be dramatic, because it allows for conflict and relationship growth that isn't cheating or miscommunication or all those other tropes I dislike so much. This is a real and heartbreaking conflict that could make or break Dasey; and I love playing with the complications of family.

Please, please, reach out if you want any more of my thoughts or if you want me to expand on any of this. I looooooove talking about this stuff. Makes me cackle like a little gremlin.

#asks #dasey #life with derek #i mean: i'm literally writing an entire series centered around this idea so yeah #i love talking and writing about this

[jellybeanium124]

@batsarebetterthanpeople now I'm thinking about a modern au fic where cj and ed have a kid when they're in their mid 20s and ed is basically their solo dad with cj coming in and out of the picture as a deadbeat alcoholic dad is wont to do, and so when stede and ed get together this kid becomes louis and alma's super cool older stepsibling. I don't really have any plot ideas beyond that, mostly just this kid who had kind of a rough weird upbringing because ed was trying his best but he was also literally 25 or something when you were born and then also became super good and rich at [thing] as they grew up and then there's the horribleness of having cj as your other father who seemed cool when you're little and don't understand things yet and then you have a rude awakening that he's actually a really shitty person and then suddenly you're grown up and starting your own live and then have these two little siblings who think you're the coolest person to ever exist and a new stepdad who is trying very hard to bond with you but he's kind of lame but in a sweet way and he doesn't know how to talk to people in their early 20s but your dad is absolutely besotted with him so you just try your best with the situation even though you don't know how to be an older sibling and aren't sure if you like this new guy yet, oh and then to top it off the blonde guy you thought was kind of boring is actually fucking insane and you realize why your dad picked him

#ofmd #our flag means death

[silverwhittlingknife]

Very curious about what the Ra's al Ghul + archaeology one could be

This is a super-misleading title and actually I need to rename/reorganize it sdfsfs I don't have any good writing to share so instead let me tell you the ~~ STORY OF THE DOCUMENT ~~

So the thing is!! This document has been a couple different things? At one point I wanted to do a story with Ra's al-Ghul that leaned more into "he is very very old," and there was going to be an archeological dig with the Drakes and some very ordinary stuff in the dig that Ra's al-Ghul wanted, which would be very mysterious for a long time but then it would turn out that it was actually his stuff from [long-ago time period]. And I was thinking vaguely that maybe it'd be artistic in some way, so it's valuable, and initially [someone] thinks he's trying to steal it because it's valuable, but actually it's valuable because he's a great craftsman so he could just make another (plus of course he's very rich and doesn't really need more money), and instead it has sentimental value to him.

But 1) I couldn't figure out how to involve Dick, and stories that don't involve Dick don't stick in my mind for long sdfdsfs, 2) I wasn't interested enough in the Drakes, and 3) although I still think this is a very respectable Good Plot Concept in theory, the actual thing that was the spark of inspiration was aesthetic daydreaming about a villain being sinister in a room full of beautiful historical artifacts.

And although Ra's al-Ghul is a good fit for this I realized that the Court of Owls could work for it too because they are also evil and wealthy and sophisticated, and if instead I did a story about the Court of Owls it would be easy to involve Dick sdfdsf

And simultaneously I was noticing that one particular post-Crisis writer kept referring to Tim and Damian as "stepbrothers" even though that's not what stepbrothers means, and I started brainstorming an AU where they were stepsiblings, and I ended up with "Dick and Damian are Bruce's kids; Jack dies and Bruce fake-marries Owl!Janet for investigation purposes and now Tim is Dick's sinister new stepbrother" and that's what this brainstorming thing is now.

So the Ra's al-Ghul + archeology is more. uh. ~~ vibes ~~.

It has the VIBES of Ra's al Ghul and archeology, but not the actual presence of Ra's or of archeology.

*waves hands helplessly*

#ask tag

[eddies-artofsuffering]

hello love,

so pleased that you're here! This blog demonstrates my art of suffering. he/him, a tired millennial, a big fuckin bisexual disaster, and I need hugs desperately. desperately

I'm a fic writer on Ao3 (Stranger Things/steddie), and I love to write canon-divergent AUs/fix-its!

🪡Suture (48K, M) - S4 fix-it AU, Eddie has powers/Eddie is 010, temporary amnesia; he doesn't realize that what he can do is not really ordinary.

📚The Library of Engineering, Mathematics, and Sciences (Part I: 23K, Part II: 62K, M) - post S3/no S4, college/library AU, Steve and Robin meet Eddie in 1989

🌊Scratched and you're still smiling (62K, E) - S2 AU in which Eddie and Max are stepsiblings from California, moving to Hawkins in ‘84 (Eddie in place of Billy!)

🍰Sweet tooth (7K, M) - Modern Coffeeshop AU, dumb and feral and sweet

🍰Savour (WIP 5/6, E) - The sequel to Sweet Tooth, just as dumb and unhinged, now with more feelings and plot

👬Taken (104K, E) - No Upside Down/Canon Rewrite, childhood best friends to enemies (?) to truce to lovers. Slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, getting together, eventual happy ending - all that good shit. CW: canon-typical violence, kidnapping, disturbing themes.

using this blog for steddie-related content including my fic updates, and to connect with everyone. if I like something you wrote or drew or created, I will be loud about it, sorry in advance x

#bio #steddie fic #steddie #stranger things fic #stranger things au #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic rec

[pentagonieslut]

seongminie as your gym partner

this is apart of the stepsibling au but i couldn’t see him as a stepsibling with the whole mowgli image so well make him your gym partner 🤭

warning! notion of psychopathy, sex psychopathy notion, aggression

you didn’t know what to do with the cute faced gym addict who was currently facetiming you and filling up a shopping cart full of your favorite foods and snacks.

appeasing you.

he was apologetic for the fact that he thought that his workout was hard for you when it was quite easy. he had underestimated you and was accepting his silent treatment he was receiving for doubting you and allowing some of the gym guys to try to gang up on you.

in his defense, he was busy taking care of his morning wood he had that day.

“come on, anything else?” he asked as you glared at him. “i’ll bring back some cake too.” he said as you quickly fixed your face and showed him a smirk.

“anything else, seriously.” he repeated as you grinned to yourself and spoke. “that’s all. see you.” you said as he hung up with an eye roll.

30 minutes later you opened up the door to a slightly struggling sungmin who beelined for the kitchen and placed everything on the counter as you laughed and followed after him.

“thank you my maid. you will get a good pay later.” you said as he shook his head and sighed. he was never going to live this down.

you guys started eating the snacks and watched the tv, sighing at the models who were getting ripped a new one by tyra.

you glanced over at sungmin thinking it was just you who was invading his personal space as you kept brushing your hand against his thigh on accident. until you smiled at yourself when you saw his boner.

“what would you do if you were cuckolded?” you asked as he coughed and choked on his shikhye. “what?” he asked as you looked at him. “what i said.” you replied as he shrugged. “probably try to get the camera man to jack me off. i gotta cum too.” he said as it was now your turn to choke. “what the fuck?” you said as you coughed and laughed at his answer.

you then moved and pushed him down, a grin on your face when you saw his eyes widen. his hands immediately went to your hips as you grinned wider. “doesn’t it feel natural there?” you asked as he cleared his throat.

you both were silent as you had a conversation with your eyes, him then slamming your head against his, kissing your lips aggressively as you melted into him and you pulled away.

you both took each other’s clothing off as he smiled proudly. “damn, i made that ass look good. but it looks better covered in milk.” he said as he yanked you back and slammed you down on his cock.

he cackled as his head tilted back at the sound of your scream, not expecting that to happen. quickly snaking a hand to the front of you and grabbing you by the neck, he pulled you back and held you firmly as he kissed your neck and moved his other hand to your clit, immediately playing with it as you melted even more, his giggle becoming sinister.

“quiet darling, i haven’t even done my favorite part yet.” he said in a low voice as you had a dark feeling bloom in your stomach.

#kpop #dkb #kpop imagine #dkb smut #dkb imagine #dkb lune #dkb kpop #다크비

[duncankinnie]

have a randomized cast/role swap AU. every choice was made by a randomizer wheel so yell at it not me <3

Introduced in Total Drama Island:

Emma - The Country Girl (Rodney's archetype)

Ella - The Wannabe (Beth's archetype)

Rock - The Bully (Eva's archetype)

Mickey - The LARPer (Leonard's archetype)

Sam - The Loner (Gwen's archetype)

Katie - The Athletic Overachiever (Lightning's archetype)

Dave - The Psycho Hose Beast (Izzy's archetype)

Scott - The Quiet Brainiac (Scarlett's archetype)

Owen - The Doomsday Prepper (Shawn's archetype)

Scarlett - The Dweeb (Harold's archetype)

Jay - The Flirty Rival (Alejandro's archetype)

Cameron - The Funniest Guy Around (Geoff's archetype)

Jen - The Celebrity Interviewer (Blaineley's archetype)

Leshawna - The Normie with an Obsessive Streak (Dave's archetype)

Cody - The Airhead (Lindsay's archetype)

Sky - The Take-No-Prisoners Jockette (Jo's archetype)

Chet - The Indie Guy (Zoey's archetype)

Harold - The Fame-monger (Dakota's archetype)

Anne Maria - The Type A (Courtney's archetype)

Jo - The Queen Bee (Heather's archetype)

Staci - The Aspiring Supervillain (Max's archetype)

Introduced in Total Drama World Tour:

Bridgette - The Delinquent (Duncan's archetype)

Miles - The Olympic Hopeful (Sky's archetype)

Spud - The Eye Candy (Justin's archetype)

Introduced in Total Drama Revenge of the Island:

Crimson - The Devious (Scott's archetype)

Ryan - The Good Twin (Sammy's archetype)

Beth - The Party Girl (Owen's archetype)

Ezekiel - The Not-So-Successful Jock (Tyler's archetype)

Heather - The Sweetheart's BFF (Sadie's archetype)

DJ - The Chris Megafan (Topher's archetype)

Dawn - The Jersey Shore Reject (Anne Maria's archetype)

Mary - The Gamer (Sam's archetype)

Geoff - The Sweetheart (Katie's archetype)

Ellody - The Evil Twin (Amy's archetype)

Shawn - The Compulsive Liar (Staci's archetype)

Topher - The Strong, Silent Genius (B's archetype)

Carrie - The Human Soundboard (Beardo's archetype)

Introduced in Total Drama Pakhitew Island:

Max - The Schemer (Noah's archetype)

Josee - The Surfer Chick (Bridgette's archetype)

Duncan - The Super Fan (Sierra's archetype)

Sadie - The Plain Jane (Mike's archetype)

Mike - The Fairy Tale Prince (Ella's archetype)

Sammy - The Sheltered Girl in the Bubble (Cameron's archetype)

Beardo - The Geek (Cody's archetype)

Jacques - The Homeschooler (Ezekiel's archetype)

Leonard - The Army Cadet (Brick's archetype)

Alejandro - The Pageant Boy (Sugar's archetype)

Izzy - The Moonchild (Dawn's archetype)

Taylor - The Cool Musician (Trent's archetype)

Amy - The Sassmaster (Leshawna's archetype)

Sanders - The Australian Outback Queen (Jasmine's archetype)

Introduced in The Ridonculous Race:

LARPers - Mickey & Kitty

Tennis Rivals - Tom & Gwen

Geniuses - Laurie & Tyler

Vegans - Stephanie & Devin

Fashion Bloggers - Blaineley & Eva

Father & Son - Dwayne & Ennui

Adversity Twins - Rodney & MacArthur

Stepsiblings - Brick & Sanders

Rockers - Zoey & B

Mother & Daughter - Kelly & Tammy

Reality TV Pros - Dave & Harold

Goths - Sugar & Jasmine

Daters/Haters - Lightning & Courtney

Best Friends - Trent & Noah

Siblings - Lindsay & Sierra

Ice Dancers - Lorenzo & Dakota

Surfers - Josee & Justin

Police Cadets - Junior & Brody

#total drama au #total drama #total drama series #tdi #the ridonculous race #total drama ridonculous race #total drama presents: the ridonculous race #slam dunc.exe #i'll probably come up with my own actually thought out AUs at some point but for now have this <3 #island sounds like literal hell #randomized wheel swap

[ophidion]

last line :/

Rule: post the last sentence/line from your WIP or wherever you left off in your art. Then tag as many people as there are words in that sentence/line. Please make a new post if you decide to join the game.

legitimately everyone on the planet has tagged me in this and I'm late because i keep thinking I'll be at a good point with beacon. yet.

anyone else who wants to play by all means.

one

“Tell me your name.”

“Mine? Or this body’s?”

“Halbrand?” she cautiously dares to choke out.

“Halbrand’s not here right now,” his grin is mean, but his eyes are glassy and reflective of the horror in her own.

“Pity, he didn’t have an heir back then.” Sauron casts a nod towards the scroll rolling into the river.

“I suppose a dead man can still pass on his name.” She’s so busy watching her evidence disappear into the river, the elf doesn’t notice the human’s hand coming around her windpipe.

It’s a Maia’s strength that makes her fall.

two

“Dead-ringer,” she savors the word, rolling her hips as he thrust up into her. “I’m not the one who just said they’re fucking a look-alike for their mother.”

One would think that would be a shocking statement or a lethal insult. Instead, his lips just curl, and hands dig into her hips with enough force to bruise, slamming her down harder onto his cock.

“Do you want to stop, Mommy?”

When they were children, they had played house on her father’s country estate in Wales.

(Lord Sauron preferred child-free holidays. Had preferred to not remember he had a daughter, an arrestingly lovely woman now that could become a coveted treasure if shown off too much in the papers.

He preferred if she was kept isolated, with her brother as her keeper. To remain like a little girl, who was still content to play house with the boy she had been raised with.)

“Don’t you dare, Daddy.”

Their parents didn’t know it but they had never stopped playing house. After all, wasn’t that what they wanted? For neither of them to grow up?

three

“You can call me Narvi if you wish,” he says quietly, returning to his task as if he hadn’t just granted a rare privilege.

There was something lurking behind the set jaw of the Crown Prince, one didn’t need to have keen eyesight to see that.

Isildur doesn’t feel the need to ask why the elderly dwarf was so reluctant to relinquish the task to his son. Sure, the King was willing to have him pour out the dirty water.

Narvi’s face was stoic in the task, but there was a mutinous gleam in his eye.

(How his hand seemed to pat at his side each time he set down the empty metal basin could have been confused for a nervous tick.

But, as the ritual concluded and the small dwarf prince helped the elderly High King stand, Sauron swallowed the question he wanted to whisper in Durin’s ear.

‘What have you got in your pocket?’

It wasn’t much of a riddle.

But, power was a game that Sauron had seldom tired of. It was sacred and of immense antiquity, and even wicked creatures were afraid to cheat when they played at it.

Yet, there were beings with good hearts who sometimes realized that the only way to win, was to resort to less than honorable means.

#slafb #ophidion writes #haladriel fic #haladriel fanfic #haladriel #saurondriel #one is a jekyll and hyde type au #two is the stepsiblings w cate blanchett and benedict Cumberbatch as Halbrand and Galadriel's parents respectively #and three #hehe #yall already know

[papabirdurskeks]

Since I managed to push myself to write the general synopsis of the Companion AU for Godrick, I feel confident enough to write about the other AU as well! 

So, with that said, we move onto the Modern AU for Godrick!

Once again, under a read-more because of how long it will be!

And much like the previous post, we start with the basics of the AU of where Godrick is set in this AU! So please keep in mind this AU is vastly different in terms of what canon has provided for us in game! 

Family lines in this AU are much different. Unlike in canon where Godrick is a descendant of Marika and Godfrey’s Golden Lineage, in this AU he is one of their children. 

He is the youngest of four brothers: Godwyn being the oldest by 6 years, the twins Morgott and Mohg the middle children by 4 years, and Godrick the baby of the family. However, just because he is the baby of this family it doesn’t necessarily mean he is the most spoiled or pampered out of the bunch. 

Godrick and his family are born and raised from a well-off background as Marika is an heiress coming from old noble lines (meaning all their wealth basically comes from her inheritance). However, said lavish background did not ensure the same upbringing for any of the kids as Godfrey did most of the parental work and wanted to raise them without being spoiled by such concepts (this will be further explained later). 

Because of his relations to Marika and Godfrey in the AU, this makes the children of Rennala and Radagon to be his stepsiblings when Marika and Radagon marry (after divorcing their previous spouses) and Malenia and Miquella to be his younger half-siblings. 

In the AU, Godrick inherits a good chunk of his mother’s fortune after her sudden disappearance, but only because Godwyn divided his own inheritance given to him to make it fair that his brothers did get something to hold them on their feet (as Marika decided to leave out her other children from her will minus Malenia and Miquella). However, the majority of his paycheck comes from his work as being a well-known and successful surgeon within the medical field. His expertise ranges greatly depending on the surgery requested/needed for the patient.

He has two homes: his main home located within the capital of Leyndell and the other in Limgrave in the obvious Stormfoot Hills where Stormveil would be (only this time it’s a manor he bought, not a castle he takes over and moves into). He did live in Leyndell for most of life but after some brief and dangerous encounters from his stepbrother Radahn, he eventually takes his leave for Stormveil and stays there until the heat eventually dies down. He tends to call his stay at Stormveil to be an extended vacation to which he can expand his work services for the better. 

Next, we move onto Godrick’s overall personality within the AU and how he interacts with others as a whole: 

Godrick is an absolute loner for most part and likes to keep his independence, preferring distance from his blood family and anyone involved with them. He much prefers to handle things on his own and without their intervention or meddling.

However, despite being such a loner, it doesn’t always stop him from bothering his siblings when he feels like it, purposely showing off his wealth and status to the most extreme or extravagant means possible.

Godrick is also extremely proud and unwilling to accept help from anyone when things go sour or for the worst. This is often due to being viewed as weak when he was growing up as he was frequently sick or unable to do much, therefore, always needing some sort of help in the long run. He believes that in asking for help, he is weak and therefore, vulnerable to be taken advantage of. 

Said pride, however, can also be the reason why he is afraid to open up and be nicer to others as well, especially when wanting to seek companionship with other people. As stated before, he views opening up as a means to be seen as vulnerable and weak. And yet, despite such a sentiment he carries, he still longs to be with people, especially with his family to which he has more or less estranged himself from. To make up for his lack of companionship with family, he tends to throw big parties with dozens of strangers at his home every weekend to try and forget about his need to be around people; sometimes gaining a companion to share the night with.

Godrick will and does on occasion boast about his knowledge of being one of the most well-known surgeons ever to live. Those who doubt him or say otherwise are completely met with quick reprimand from Godrick who will easily put them in their place with witty remarks and knowledge they are unaware of. 

He also tends to be rather stuck up at times too when socializing with people, whether its unintentional or intentional. This garners him to gain unfavorable views from most people, especially his patients but in a surprising twist, as often as people view him as such, they do credit him with being the absolute best when it comes to their health prior and after their surgical procedures.

Out of all his siblings, Godrick seems to have the most interaction with his eldest brother Godwyn whether he wants to or not as Godwyn often tries to rekindle their relationship for better means and offer him company and help when he needs it. Godrick finds him to be absolutely loathsome each time he shows up uninvited to his home, usually demeaning him for his different means of approach to life as well as his lifestyle of taking a simpler and quieter way of living. However, it’s because of Godwyn’s constant interference does he find the help he needs later on in life after certain events take him to places that are hard to recover from.

His brothers Mohg and Morgott are often ignored by Godrick and vice versa as a whole save for the few times they do meet up and have small discussions about work. Mohg has little interest in what his youngest brother has to say of anything but does share his views in despising their mother. Morgott on the other hand, tries to be more open in hopes that maybe they can make amends later in life, which eventually does happen later on.

He fears Radahn the most but views Rykard and Ranni with very little respect. The same is said of both his half-siblings Malenia and Miquella, which often leads to bad blood being sported between Godrick and Malenia. 

Godrick has a huge hatred for his mother Marika and is not afraid to admit to it, often calling and referring her as a “selfish whore” who cared very little for anyone but herself. He is not afraid to trash mouth her, even long after she has since gone from their lives. This is mainly due to the shaky relationship they had when he was a child, to which even then, he held little respect for her as well.

In the case of his father Godfrey, however, he held him to some degree of respect and did look up to him for some time. But with Godfrey always being busy helping Marika with her work or tending to the others, he also felt largely ignored unless he had done something to upset anyone thus, gaining his father’s attention constantly in the form of reprimand. Said respect was lost for his father when relationships did not get any better at home after his parents divorced over a particular incident that left the family completely strained and shattered. Even years later, there are times in which Godrick sometimes wants to get into contact with his father and talk to him but out of pride, refuses to do so. They do eventually talk to each other again after Godrick’s recovery.

And lastly, we move onto to just some random tidbits of Modern AU Godrick I thought would be fun to have sprinkled in there:

Godrick has an affinity for reptiles, having owned dozens of lizards in his life. His current pride and joy is a Tegu he has fondly named Poodle. Poodle is spoiled rotten by Godrick as if he were his own flesh and blood child. 

He stands at 5ft. 3in. or 160.02 cm in height, being the shortest out of all his family members. However, that doesn’t stop him being the loudest of the bunch either nor the weakest. 

Godrick will never be caught wearing anything simple as he likes to be well dressed and made up even for the littlest of things such as sleeping or taking a simple stroll around the house. As he often quotes, he would “rather look good then be seen dressed as a bum”, which often refers to and pokes fun at his brother Godwyn’s way of dressing.

Godrick is about 40 years old in this AU, making him born around the year 1982. 

Just as stated in my previous headcanon, Godrick is gay in this AU as well and is very open about it. He’s comfortable in his sexuality and has no qualms in answering questions to those who ask about it too, feeling he does not have to be ashamed of it nor hide it either.

Godrick is actually very proud of his scars and isn’t afraid to explain how he got them either as they bring light to a time he thought he was weak in his life but eventually found the strength to make himself into the best surgeon there ever was. One could say he takes great inspiration from his scars to do better in life. 

Godrick is also still a huge connoisseur of the arts and isn’t afraid to speak his mind about certain types or pieces of works that he is not fond of to the very last detail. 

And that’s about all I have for the Modern AU without spoiling too much of the story and such! This took a bit longer to get to because of my lack of thought and fear of sounding too boring, but here it is! 

#soulsborne #elden ring #godrick the golden #godrick the grafted #Modern AU #headcanon territory #the chatter box

[kalliefangirl]

Stepsiblings AU | R18

Blowjob, Fingering, Smut, Cheating

All Characters are 18+

Chapter 1:

It's been at least 2 years since Sakura's mother and stepfather married, and that got her a Hot Older step-brother.

when her parents got married. Sakura was 16 years old while Sasuke was 18 years old, so a Two Year age gap between the two.

They didn't have much of a Relationship on top of being Siblings, sometimes they ignored each other as they were teens and he was just going to college while she focused on high school.

He also had a girlfriend, so anything romantic wouldn't be ideal, but Sometimes thoughts of him crossed her mind and she realized she had a crush on her stepbrother.

Her 18th birthday was two weeks ago nad She had been noticing he came around more often, and been spending a lot of time with her.

She suspected He also had a crush on her, but they couldn't have a relationship as she wasn't Legal age to date.

Chapter 2:

It was a week where Sakura was home alone as The parents had a business trip, So she wanted company.

And she figured this would be a good amount of time for them to get some time alone together.

He walked through the door as she Jumped on him, happy to see him. He was surprised by her reaction.

🍅: Well, What Got you in a Good mood?

🌸: I don't know, I'm just happy we have all this time alone

🍅: time alone?

🌸: Mom and Dad are on a business trip.

🍅: oh really? This could be my chance to take your virginity.

🌸: oh uhh, I didn't mean it like that! What about your girlfriend?

🍅: This is about you right now, Not about her.

He pulled her close by the Waist and Kissed her passionately, as they locked eyes. He reached his hand under her Skirt and rubbed her clit through her underwear.

🍅: You can make as much noise as you want, I make the rules now.

🌸: ah~ Not there ehh~

Eventually, He led her to the couch where he took off her shirt and saw she wasn't wearing bra.

🍅: You must be really trying to get my attention, you should do this when I come around more often.

🌸: I would've done it if mom doesn't notice...

🍅: I'll let you borrow one of my sweaters and you can just wear that.

🌸: okay then, hehe...

He licked her nipples softly as she moaned quietly, she had her hands on his shoulders as she kissed his head.

🌸: ahh~! I love you!

🍅: I love you too

They kissed as he grabbed her breasts, and spread her legs, he was about to go down on her when she stopped him.

🌸: Wait, I have a different idea

She got on top of him, made out with him for a while and went down to his pants, unzipped them and pulled out his dick

🌸:Wow! It's so big Sweetie! I think this could barely fit in my mouth!

🍅: You're gonna give me a Blowjob?

🌸: I'll try to hehe~

She put his dick in her mouth and sucked his dick, she licked him off. Sucking him off with passion.

He covered his mouth to hide his noticeable pleasure, she sucked him off really good, especially for being a virgin and never doing anything like this before.

His dick was still in her mouth as he came in her mouth, He also came on her face.

🍅: have you done this before?

🌸: hah~ no, I promise it's my first time hehe~

After Wiping his cum off her face, she told him to take off his clothes as she did.

🌸: It's my first time, Can you be on top?

🍅: Yea, I can do that.

He put her panties to the side and fingered her pussy to get her wet, fingering fast as she squealed.

Once she came, He put his dick inside her, the tightness of her pussy got to him and he moaned quietly in pleasure.

Sakura kept thinking it was wrong they were having sex, as they're supposed to be "Siblings" but she told herself that they weren't related so it wouldn't be incest.

He was being more gentle than he's used to which She could tell by his face. in her opinion, he didn't need to be gentle just because it's her first time.

🌸: If you want, You can go your normal pace. You don't need to go slow...

🍅: Are you fine with that?

🌸:Yes! I'll be fine hehe.

He started thrusting faster and Her moans were louder than before, and she noticed that he felt better and she smiled at him.

He then leaned down to kiss her, and went faster, her legs were wrapped around him, she realized that she wanted him only.

He realized that as well, he regretted not telling her his feelings before. She was a beautiful and smart girl, anyone could fall for her, he was the lucky one.

🌸: Ahh~ I'm Cumming! Please go harder Ah~!

🍅: I'm Cumming too, I'll pull out.

🌸: You aren't wearing protection?

🍅: I don't wear condoms, but I'm responsible.

🌸: okay then if you say so.

They shared a passionate kiss as he pulled out of her, but that kiss was for at least a couple of minutes.

Chapter 3:

It was a half an hour later, they were making out on the couch as they made love again. She enjoyed his company.

🌸: Thank you for spending time with me~

🍅: I don't mind it, I can stay for the rest of the week if you want.

🌸: are you sure? I really don't want to take up your time.

🍅: It's alright, I can keep you company. And we can keep having sex

🌸: ugh, you're so annoying haha!

🍅: you're annoying as well.

They shared a kiss, satisfied with each other.

(End)

[serenlyss]

Touch Starved Chapter 2

Rating: G Relationships: Teru&Shou, Reigen&Teru&Shou, background serirei if you squint Summary:  A series of unrelated short drabbles exploring the importance of touch. Chapter Summary:  Shou and Teru play video games, but Shou's not really acting like himself. Crossposted to AO3: Chapter 2

This is just 2k words of Teru and Shou being brothers and sharing a room asmr because I'm a sucker for stepsibling au. Anyway the context is that at some point post canon Teru moves in with Reigen an Shou moves in with Serizawa and when Reigen and Serizawa have been dating for a while they all move into a big apartment together. Hope you like! I didn't feel like proofreading much so sorry if there are some mistakes.

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Teru sits back in his chair, letting his pencil fall against the paper of his notebook with a muffled clatter. He lets out a long sigh as he stretches his back against the back of the kitchen chair, feeling a few of his vertebrae pop after sitting still for so long. He arches his arms over his head briefly, mussing his hair with the fingers of one hand as he drops it back to the table. In front of him, his math homework lays open, half-finished. He’s been working at it for nearly an hour now, ever since he’d left school to come home earlier that day. His crisp, new high school uniform chafes his arms when he moves them too fast, and with a grimace he unbuttons the jacket and slips it off, letting it drape against the back of the chair.

One of the benefits of being clubless means he gets an extra hour of free time in the afternoons, although the constant onslaught of high school clubs vying for his attention before his decision period ends is an unwanted stress. Who’s idea was it to make clubs mandatory in high school, anyway? he wonders to himself bitterly.

Before he can commiserate any further, the door to the apartment swings open, revealing a tired-looking Shou. His uniform blazer is undone at the neck and his backpack is slung lazily over one shoulder as he slips inside and pushes the door closed behind him. “Hey,” he greets around a yawn, and Teru can only stare as he props his backpack mildly against the side of the couch and immediately falls onto it, on his side, his socked feet kicked up on the cushions.

It’s rare to see Shou looking so drained. Sure, it’s a Friday, the end of what Teru considers to have been a fairly long week, but Shou is nearly always excited for the weekends, usually. It’s an excuse to stay up late playing games and watching dumb movies, which he drags Teru into with all his typical fervor and energy. “You didn’t go over to little brother’s today?” he asks, picking up his discarded pencil as he glances lazily over at his unfinished homework. “I thought you two had plans to hang out today.”

“We did, but Ritsu’s sick,” Shou sighs in reply, muted and muffled by the fact that his head is squished up against the arm of the couch now, his chin tucked into his collarbone. “He said he caught it from his brother. Still went to class, though, the overachiever. He shoulda just stayed home.”

“Shigeo’s sick too?” Teru echoes with a frown. That would explain his best friend’s unfortunate absence from class today. Since they’d begun attending the same high school, they've made it a habit to walk together whenever possible, but today Shigeo had been nowhere to be seen. He ponders the idea of sending Shigeo a text, checking up on him to see how he’s feeling, then turns his attention back to Shou. “He should’ve. He’s going to get you sick, too, and with my luck, I’ll have caught it by next week,” he sighs in reluctant agreement.

They fall quiet for a bit after this, Teru scratching boredly at his paper with his pencil for a few minutes. “You’re quiet today,” he comments to break the unusual silence. Reigen and Serizawa won’t be home from work for another hour or so, but it’s still rare to see this kind of peace when all four of them are living in such close quarters. “Long week?”

Shou hums in affirmation, shifting slightly to peer at Teru over the arm of the couch. “Somethin’ like that,” he replies, letting one arm hang limply off the edge. “What’re you doing homework for, anyway? It’s Friday, you’ve got all weekend.”

“Yeah, but if I do it now then I won’t have to worry about it on Sunday, like you always do,” he points out, jabbing his pencil in Shou’s direction with an accusatory arch of the eyebrow.

Shou groans, flopping backwards over the arm of the couch so his head hangs over it upside-down. “How boring, you’re worse than Ritsu!” he complains, though he doesn’t really seem up to moving much himself. Now that Teru looks a little closer, Shou doesn’t look quite himself, his cheeks a little flushed and eyes a tad glassier than usual. Teru doesn’t pretend to know everything about Shou, but after sharing a room with him for the better part of two years, he’s picked up on little things like this.

Normally, Teru would take the opportunity to argue just for the sake of arguing, a relatively friendly bickering that he and Shou indulge in often, but for all of his posturing, Shou doesn’t really seem up to it tonight. He’s being unusually quiet and still, sure signs that he’s come down with some bug or another. He puts down his pencil again and stands up, the legs of his chair scraping against the tiled kitchen floor as he closes his book and slips it back into his bag. Then he walks over to the television set up against the opposite wall. “Wanna play some games?” he suggests, rooting around for the console’s controllers.

Shou hesitates for a few seconds before pushing himself into more of a sitting position and reaching out his hand. “Hit me,” he demands, and with a grin Teru levitates the controller into his waiting hand. His own controller in hand, he moves to the couch and takes a seat on Shou’s other side, nudging his feet away with his telekinesis to make room for him to sit. Even after that Shou’s legs still take up most of the couch and press against his thigh, but he doesn’t mind the contact much. He’s never been one to worry much over his own personal space, anyway. They decide on a racing game, some Mario Kart knockoff that Reigen had bought secondhand and that had turned out to be more fun that it had originally appeared, and Shou props himself up against the arm of the chair to give himself space to play.

Normally, when Shou goads Teru into video games to distract him from whatever he’s decided to focus on, things tend to get a little competitive. Today is no exception, it seems, as Shou kicks Teru in the leg with one socked foot to throw him off his game three rounds in.

“Hey! That’s cheating,” Teru accuses, shooting Shou a glare with no real malice behind it, but it’s enough to throw Teru off enough that his racer goes flying off the edge of the track, and Shou quickly takes the lead.

Shou just laughs, nudging him again as he flies ahead and steals the win out from under Teru’s nose. “I dunno what you’re talking about, you’re the one who drove off the edge,” he teases, with a smug grin that says he knows exactly what he’s doing.

They play another two rounds of races before Shou declares that he’s played out. He sets his controller down on the ground after Teru beats him in the final race, letting out a dramatic sigh. “I’ve been shamed, go on without me. I need time to recover from this humiliation,” he bemoans melodramatically. He tucks his head back into the corner of the couch, squished up into the corner so his knees are practically touching his chest.

Teru stifles a chuckle and switches to single player mode after that while Shou watches, making snide comments and kicking his legs up into Teru’s lap when he gets tired of being pushed into the corner. Teru shifts so his elbows are resting on top of them, tapping incessantly at his controller as he races to beat the CPU in a time trial race. Eventually they both fall pretty quiet, and Teru sags against the back of the couch and switches from playing games to watching the news, allowing himself a little bit of time to relax now that the weekend is upon them.

A little after five o’clock, Teru hears the sound of someone unlocking the front door, and he glances up from the news as Reigen slips inside and closes the door behind him. “Hey,” he greets with a little smile, which Reigen returns.

“Hey, you kids look like you had an eventful afternoon,” Reigen remarks with a chuckle, making his way over to the couch.

Shou shifts from beside Teru, letting his legs fall to the ground as he sits up and makes room for Reigen to squish himself onto the couch with them. “No Serizawa tonight?” he asks, stifling a yawn behind his hand. He looks sleepy, like he’d been dozing off laying on the couch.

“His study group is meeting up to work on a project tonight,” Reigen explains, glancing in Shou’s direction. He leans forward a little and peers up into Shou’s face curiously, his brow furrowed slightly. “You feeling okay, kiddo? You look pale,” he adds, lifting a hand to press his palm against Shou’s forehead.

Shou hums in affirmation. “M’just a little tired,” he insists, but his flushed face and clammy skin are a dead giveaway.

Reigen clicks his tongue, clearly not buying a word of it. “You have a fever,” he insists, letting his hand fall away from Shou’s forehead. “Damn, I knew I should have shelled out for flu shots this year. Stay here, I bet I have some medicine in the cabinet.” He pushes himself to his feet again and heads over to the apartment’s kitchen, rifling around in their medicine cabinet. “You should stay home from school until your fever goes away. I’ll call them tomorrow morning, let them know you won’t be there. Is there someone you can ask to get your make-up work for you?”

“Lemme text Ritsu, he’s in my class,” Shou mumbles in reply, sinking a little deeper into the couch now that Reigen’s not scrutinizing him. He fishes his phone out of his pocket. “Make-up work sounds like a pain, though… are you sure I can’t just tough it out?”

Teru grimaces at this, shaking his head. “No way, you’ll get the whole school sick if you do that,” he denies immediately, even though the question is clearly meant for Reigen. “Speaking of which, don’t come near me for the next 24 hours. I am not catching this from you.” He shifts himself a little farther into the couch’s corner, away from his kinda-sorta-maybe brother, as though the extra few inches of space is going to make any difference at all.

He knows he’s made a mistake when Shou turns to look at him and a sly grin splits his face. “Stay away from me,” he warns, but Shou is already moving, traitorous arms grabbing him around his middle as he attempts to rub his feverish face against the back of Teru’s exposed neck.

Teru squawks in a manner he’ll later say is entirely undignified, managing to untangle himself from Shou’s iron grasp after a minute of struggling, and Shou is left to fall back onto the couch in a fit of uncontrollable giggles. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he manages between wheezes of laughter. He pauses to cough into the crook of his arm, but even that can’t wipe the shit-eating grin off his face.

From the kitchen, Reigen curses, a noise that distracts both boys from their antics as he re-enters the living room and heads for the door. “I’m gonna make a quick run to the pharmacy down the street, be right back,” he announces, pulling open the door. Before he closes it behind him, he turns and points a finger at Shou. “Keep resting,” he commands, and then he’s gone, the door falling closed behind him.

Teru sighs and moves to lock the front door, just to be safe. “Reigen can be such a worrier sometimes,” he snorts in amusement.

Shou grins at this, glancing at Teru upside-down from where he now lays sprawled out on the couch. His eyelids are starting to droop again, and he hides another yawn behind his head. “Mm, maybe I should just go to bed now. If I fall asleep fast enough I won’t have to deal with his and Serizawa’s annoying hovering,” he muses, kicking his feet off the couch and pushing himself into a standing position. He stretches his arms over his head briefly, teetering just a bit before he steadies himself.

“They just want to take care of you,” Teru points out, though he can’t help but agree. It’s embarrassing enough to have Reigen bend over backwards whenever he gets sick, and Serizawa is somehow worse with how completely forgiving and gentle he is. “Still, sleep will do you good, too. You’d better hurry, though, the pharmacy isn’t very far.”

Shou stifles a laugh. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he deflects with a wave of his hand, moving over to the small hall that branches off from the apartment’s main living area and moving to open the door to his and Teru’s shared bedroom. Then he pauses, door half-open. “Teru?” he asks.

Teru glances after him, raising a brow questioningly. “What?”

Shou doesn’t look up to meet his gaze, but Teru could swear he sees the redhead’s flushed cheeks go just a little pinker. “I just wanted to say, um, you’re a good brother. This is a good place. I’m… really lucky.”

Teru blinks, surprised and just a little embarrassed at the sudden heartfelt compliment, and he reaches up to brush a strand of grown-out blond hair behind his ear instinctively. “I think your fever’s making you delirious,” he accuses, but it’s hard to fight the grin that tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Go to bed already.”

The smile Shou flashes him in return is soft and genuine. “Come on, my fever isn't that bad,” he insists. “No need to nag me, you’re like, a year older than me.” He pauses to snort in amusement at his own words, then raises a hand in a half-wave. “Anyway, I’m gonna get some rest. G’night,” he says, and closes the door quietly behind him.

Teru just shakes his head with a helpless little smile and heads into the kitchen to find something to cook for dinner.

(Despite his attempts to keep healthy, Teru catches Shou’s flu two days after him and spends the next two days sick in bed. He passes it on to Serizawa after that, and Reigen only escapes it by giving up and getting a last minute flu shot. Shigeo brings him his homework and keeps him company while he recovers, though, and it makes the process much easier. In the end, Teru can’t help but agree: he’s a pretty lucky guy.)

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #reigen arataka #hanazawa teruki #suzuki shou #dad reigen #stepsiblings au is so good #even better with tome but i didnt want to include too many characters in a short one-shot #maybe someday.. she will be in one of these too #serendipitousfics

[reilliane]

Metanoia ⊱⊰ Genshin!Various

A/N: Hohoho! Medieval AU + Modern AU here we go~ Now, this is a tiny bit self-indulgent and takes reincarnation with the plot. Oh boy- oh boyyy~

✤ she/her

✤ Warnings: Mentions of Death

✤ Lis: Xiao, Kazuha, Scaramouche (I accidentally wrote Albedo instead of Kazuha in the wips omG im so sorry TT)

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Zhongli is a lovely duke in the Kingdom. He sees to his duchies with impeccable wit and care and is personally linked to the Kingdom's Monarch as a friend and advisor in need. Now if only his children can be described similarly.

After his wife, Guizhong, had passed on to an illness that swept the Kingdom, the Duke has visibly dimmed—and so did his son, Xiao. The same illness took the death of his other friend, whose children he took in his own care.

Watching all these from the background—the rancor of the step-brothers, the tragedy and the misfortune—is [Surname] [Name]. A parlour maid indebted to the Duke after she and her mother were taken off the streets. She's been working ever since she's able, and is one of the, if not the most loyal, servants to the Duke. Therefore, she is naturally cognizant of the happenings in the house, from Her Grace Guizhong, to the arrival of the twin brothers Scaramouche and Kazuha.

Things have gotten rougher ever since the twins arrived and the Duke had to care for them as well, diverting attention from his own kin to others. It was the root of Xiao's enmity to his stepsiblings, something that the latter pair returned tenfold. Duke Zhongli is well aware of the competition brewing between the three and has confided in [Name] about his desire to see them being friendly with one another.

How can she refuse?

Getting the three to work around their hate and differences took her seven years to accomplish, just in time for the brothers' coming of age ceremony (22). Her relationship with the three has blossomed into a lovely friendship over time, and is their closest confidante to a fault. Despite their amicable change with one another, however, she did not have the power to change their ruthless behaviors outside the Estate.

Xiao is to inherit dukedom by his coming of age, and though he isn't insufficient of the required skills and wisdom—he lacked the empathy that Duke Zhongli had. The aristocrats, though loving of Zhongli, can't say the same for the first son—it was preferable for the father to not step down from the position. And the only way to achieve that is by assassinating the successor. [Name] is included in the small retinue when the ceremony begins and threw in her own life to keep the first son alive, paying off her debt and reasoning that the Duke can't afford to lose anymore of his family.

She was sad—but she lived a good life.

So why does she awaken to a completely different place and time, staring at the same faces of her Masters... !?

"This is not my time."

And to make it worse? The three brothers in this time are far from being friends. Back to square zero, it seems.

Is there a way to go back... ?

Xiao

The First Son ⊱⊰ The Future Duke ⊱⊰ The Successor

"You wouldn't be here if it weren't for father, so know your limit."

Xiao was the most difficult person to befriend. Not with your position as a maid and he, the son of a Duke. You suppose your long stay, knowledge, and loyalty over the family is what won him over enough to humor you. You're both of the same age, as well, so the Duke sometimes told you to accompany his son back when you were still children. He was silent most of the times -and angry?- but he did acknowledge you there. At least, until Duchess Guizhong passed and he had gotten even more distant than before. When Scaramouche arrived, he would wreak havoc in the Manor, cause violence and abuse the servants with his power. In times when Xiao was not busy, he would step in and pull you into his own office, a place where his brother wouldn't dare enter. He had rescued you from many of his brother's violent musings but kept to himself most of the time, still. So, getting him to ease up to you was overwhelmingly hard. Still, of course, it was worth it in the end. Those seven years were lovely. It's not that you thought that he was incapable of being gentle, but it still came as a shock. His gruffness was a defense mechanism to keep people out, only letting those dear to him break them down. Xiao was kind to the servants and learned to be amiable with his brothers, but outside the Manor, he was strict in plenary meetings to the point that he was deemed a dictator. He garnered hate. Even if everyone knew that what he was doing was for the betterment, they could not tolerate his behavior and methods. But he was someone who meant well. Who would've thought that a plethora of arrows was shot just to take him down during his coming of age ceremony? The public hated him that much. But they did not know a thing—they did not know how he can be a soft-spoken person behind the curtains. He was rough simply because he cared and he had difficulty expressing what he wanted to express. Duke Zhongli couldn't bear to lose another member of his family—so you didn't regret anything when you took the hits. The last thing you saw was Xiao's look of horror when you crashed on the floors of the Imperial Palace, the light in your eyes dimming to nonexistence.

At least, that's what you last saw at that time.

"Our relationship is forged merely through my father's contract. What gives you the right to do as you please?"

Oh no, there's Xiao at your bedside but wait a second he doesn't seem to be garbed in his usual attire. Where did his cape go? The gold pauldrons? Even the violet diamond on his forehead that typified him as future Duke is gone. And- why does he look like he's reversed at least four years younger..?

"... Your Grace?" "What did you call me?"

Oh no- oh nonono? Where are you? He's giving you the same glare you've faced for years, but you remember so clearly that you've made good friends with him! How is he back to being the apathetic son? You tried moving but you realize that everything hurts. You realize amidst Xiao's snaps that you have barely survived the bullets meant to be his. Oh. Oh. So an assassination attempt occurred at this time, too? Only earlier than before! You do not know what to make of this. Reincarnation, perhaps? Is there a way to back? As Xiao continues to berate you for all the things you've broken in the rules so far, you can't help but think- In your place... were you still alive?

Scaramouche

The Second Son ⊱⊰ The Lunar Sword

"Watch your tongue or I'll sever it, peasant."

You might think that this man is the most complex of them all to get close to, so be surprised when he's actually the first to stick at your side. It comes with his personality to try and reign supreme over everyone else, even against his twin sibling. So, he's a complete menace to the servants in the Manor, much more to you—it happened when you were simply drawing the curtains to clean the windows. It turns out he wanted to read in the dark. He had directed most of his insults and spats to you afterward, making your life a living hell and not allowing you to speak for yourself. There are times when Kazuha tells him to stop, but it's not like he can do anything. Your only saviour would either be Xiao or the Duke himself, which happens rarely. Truly, if not for the Duke's wish, you wouldn't put up with Scaramouche even if he's technically your Master. There is one time, however, when you caught him abusing a training dummy in the rain with a sword. When you came up to give him a towel, it turned out that you had stumbled into his moment of weakness. The rain. He had been crying and you saw him.

"Talk about it to anyone and you'll be living your days unable to speak. understood?"

You're glad to say that walking in on him was a nice thing, though. For some reason, despite the threat, he had been acting less harsh—and when he was done doing whatever, he would come to seek you. It didn't matter what you were doing, he would be there to chat your ear off or spit insults. It was the odd beginning of camaraderie. It was through this did you uncover more about him and Kazuha, and how his brothers could be less uptight in the Manor. Funny he said that. Still, as time passed, he and Kazuha decided to join the Kingdom's army, not interested in taking up politics. So when you had risked your life to save Xiao, they were out stationed at the borders, watching for foreboding signs of the enemy kingdom's infantry. You don't know how he reacted after hearing news about their brother's ceremony. You don't know how he stormed the aristocrats' meetings only to behead some with his own blade, raging about their audacity to even trifle with the Duke's people.

"I think you've actually gotten dumber! Hell, maybe you need to dodge those bullets next time?"

Scaramouche is no different from when you've yet to befriend him, you noticed in this odd time. Because of the magical modernity of things that you have no idea how to use, you are the target of his harassment.

This time... this time is trickier. But granted, you know his dislikes, you try to avoid those from coming his way. In fact, you know him a little bit too much that it crept him out. Granted, you don't know how it's modified at this time, but you are always appearing to him when it's raining. You knew him well and he started pressing you, 'how'. It was that need to understand how and why that you realized he was getting close to you again like before.

Kazuha

The Third Son ⊱⊰ The Solar Blade

"Though I am the least violent out of my brothers, it'd serve you well to know that I do not intend to hold back either."

He was apathetic. You were fooled by his pleasant face, but he was complicated to approach mainly because he was always absent in the Manor. The smile on his face seemed to have been glued on, and many were falling for it. He was popular among the ladies. Whenever he would train himself with the blade, there would always be an audience flocking in the Manor's training grounds. It was natural chaos, and he cared little over the aftermath. It was always you cleaning up after him. Not like he cared. Opposite to his twin, who gave you all the awful time in the world, he gave you nothing. He wasn't by any means cold, he just didn't want to associate himself with anyone. When you found out from Scaramouche that it was because he had lost a great friend, Kazuha thought that you forced it out of his sibling.

"Whatever it is you want of my past, it doesn't concern you."

When did he start noticing you? Ah. Right. It was when he noticed that his brothers were genuinely enjoying their time whenever they're spending it with you. Kazuha would be somewhere far, but he would still see how the lingering effect of your presence had on his siblings. It was... eating him whole with bitterness. A long time ago, that was him, too. He stuck to himself for a while more until Scaramouche decided to give him a decent slap of reality and how he shouldn't wallow around pitying himself when he could break free and start enjoying life. So he did. Little by little, he noticed you more—until he was actively seeking you out with a genuine smile on his face. Forward to when he and his twin were dispatched to the borders, Kazuha bore the misfortune of receiving the news of the assassination attempt on his brother. He felt hollow. So much, to the point that he supported Scaramouche's reckless move to execute the aristocrats. Ever since then, he wished he had paid more attention to you. The smile on his face dipped out of sight, never coming back again.

Surprisingly, Kazuha is the first one to be close to you in the new place you've yet to adapt to. He's more... open, more accepting... more trusting. He barely gives you anything to fuss over and accompanied you in his free time, so naturally, he's the first one to find out why you've been acting weird. You don't know if he believes you or not, but he didn't change how he treats you.

"I apologize. It must've been hard for you all this time."

It started when you found out in horror that you didn't live in the modern mansion like you did in your time. Apparently, you have somewhere to stay in this place? Wherever this world is? So you're wandering around, lost and getting mugged—and Kazuha rescues you. It was your amnesiac-like personality that got him wondering about you, and he managed to get his father to get you to live with them. Kazuha had been the one to help you research about your past and is the one present when you uncovered the obscured tragedy more than six centuries ago.

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a/n: Again, a part of my fics wip~ Metanoia is... as you read, a harem au between MC and Xiao/Scaramouche/Kazuha. Who do you dearie think fits well with MC for this? ;)

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[strangunddurm]

Bath

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Pairing: Adam Sackler x fem!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Fingering, swearing, food, Stepbrother!Sackler, swearing, mentions of drugs

Slight AU Sackler? He doesn't have a sister and his dad is obviously married to your mum.

Gaining a stepsibling in your 20s was weird. You didn’t really know how to act or react. Your mother had raised you herself, so it was definitely a readjustment when she started dating and you gained this sort of father figure in your life once they got married.

He had a kid close to your age, Adam Sackler. He was infuriating, to say the least. He was cocky and always acted as if he knew what was best for you, and it was frustrating.

Thankfully, seeing as you were in your 20s and not living at home any longer, you didn’t have to put up with him too much. But it was absolute torture those holidays that you would spend at home, living under the same roof as him.

Adam was an actor, or at least he was trying to tell himself and everyone around him that he was. You didn’t really know how he made enough money to be able to afford an apartment in NYC, but you never really questioned it. Your mother would brag about how he had landed a roll in some Broadway show, but you told her that must’ve been impossible, seeing how he was incapable of being responsible enough for Broadway, you were convinced that he must’ve drugged her to get her to say something like that.

Your friends said that he just acted like any other older brother. But you couldn’t understand why he was acting that way, he wasn’t your actual brother, and therefore there was no reason for him to be behaving the way he was.

To tell the truth, you had been a bit bummed out the first time your mother had introduced you to Adam for he was Hot. Capital H (perhaps even an exclamation mark could be added at the end) Hot! But seeing how you were now siblings of sorts; it was taboo, and you definitely would not allow yourself to go there. Not that it mattered, he most likely did not reciprocate your feelings and there was no way you would humiliate yourself by hitting on him. It would enable way too much teasing on his end, and you just weren’t up for it. Besides, your mother would wring your neck if she ever found out.

Your mother, bless her heart, tried as best she could to get the two of you to get along, but it was impossible. Whenever you would try, Adam would always do something that triggered indescribable rage inside of you. Which in turn would usually trigger your flight or fight instinct and you chose to fight too often for your own good.

You never knew why Adam insisted on always being there whenever you came into town to visit your mother and stepfather. From what you had heard from your mother, Adam and his father weren’t particularly close, not close enough to spend their free time together casually at least. And before your mother had married his father, they would never spend time together outside of the obligatory Fourth of July celebrations.

But, alas, he was always there, standing on the front porch, waving obnoxiously as the taxi would pull into your mother’s drive, just as he was doing now.

He had a smug grin on his face, he knew how much he annoyed you and he loved it, it was obvious. You had never wanted for an older sibling growing up and you resented whoever had made it so you had gained one this late in life.

You watched sourly as Adam bound down the stairs of the front porch, leaping toward the side door, opening it before you could get a chance to and greeting you with a loud exclamation of your name.

You ignored him, sending the taxi driver a small ‘thank you’ with a small before exiting the car, coming face to face with Adam.

“Hello!”

“Hello, Adam.” Your voice was monotonous, not showing any signs of emotions whether it be happiness or discontent. “Make yourself useful and get my bag from the trunk.”

You don’t know what it was that did it. You would normally consider yourself a fairly pleasant person who didn’t get into too much trouble or make too many enemies, but here you were, willing to start an argument over clouds with Adam, just because he annoyed you so much.

Adam was happy to comply, signalling okay for the driver to drive away with a small tap on the side of the taxi once he had your luggage grasped effortlessly in his hand.

He slung his arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer to his side, ignoring your grunts of protest and flailing limbs.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you.” He sighed wistfully and you knew it was a lie.

“Well, I haven’t missed you.” You growled out, freeing yourself from his grasp with a huff. You glared up at him, taking him in for the first time in a while. He had grown out his hair, it suited him, and you cursed yourself for thinking about how attractive he was. It suited him much more than his previous Justin Bieber-esque hairstyle.

“Come on, I know you’ve missed me, just admit it.” He sent you a teasing smile.

“What is there to miss?” He pouted at your words; feigning being hurt by your words.

“There’s a lot, actually,” His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered into it. You looked up at him in shock quickly as you registered the obviously dirty innuendo behind his words, sending a sharp jab into his ribs automatically.

Just as you opened your mouth to hiss something venomously, the front door to your mother’s house opened and your mother’s voice rang out through the front yard, calling out your name as she stood in the doorway with open arms.

You rushed forward, happy to take the chance to not be alone with Adam and having missed your mother’s warm embrace. Her hugs were the best on the planet, she enveloped you in a way that made you never want to let go as it filled you with such warmth.

“Hi, mommy,” You sighed happily. Your bliss was however interrupted by Adam who wrapped his gigantic wingspan around the two of you and turned your hug into a group hug.

“My two favourite ladies.”

Your mother was giggling over Adam’s antics whilst you simply grumbled. It was going to be a long weekend.

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“What flight are you taking home? The 02:07? We should check if we can get seats next to each other.”

Three days in and your patience was wearing thin. You had tried really hard not to start some sort of argument, but you definitely did not want to sit next to Adam on the flight home. A weekend was enough for you, your social battery was near empty.

You avoided answering the question, absentmindedly shuffling around the food on your plate, but you should’ve known that he wouldn’t let you just ignore the question.

He was sitting across from you, eating his own breakfast, so it was easy for him to start hitting your shins with his foot, trying to get an answer out of you. You tried ignoring it, but you finally got fed up, throwing your fork down.

“What? What is it you want?”

“I asked you a question, you know it’s rude not to answer.” He took a sip from his cup of coffee, eyes staring at you over the rim.

“Yes, I am taking that flight. No, we are not sitting together.”

“Why not?”

“Why should we?” You leaned on your hand, watching him with eyelids heavy from exhaustion.

“You know, we should get together more often; how come we never hang out back home?” You and Sackler had always lived in New York during the same time, but you never, ever socialised beyond perhaps sharing a cab back from the airport if you visited your parents at the same time.

“Why would we hang out?”

“Why not?”

“Oh, God,” You groaned out, feeling like you were just going around in circles. You rested your head in your hands, staring down at the food in front of you, trying to block him out.

“Could the two of you please not argue today? I swear it's like watching a cat and mouse chase all day” Your mother pleaded with you from the stove where she was making her own breakfast.

“I think we both know who the cat is” Adam whispered lowly to you with a wink when you looked up, and you felt something shift inside of you.

“I’m gonna go squeeze in a bath.” You excused yourself, pushing away your plate before standing up and heading upstairs.

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You sink into the bath with a deep sigh of relief. You felt relaxed for the first time that weekend, seeing as you were all alone. You needed a moment for your brain to unwind in preparation for the afternoon flight that you knew Adam would bug you on.

You could just barely hear the other’s having a conversation downstairs. You drowned out the noise with the speaker you always kept in your room, pressing play on the playlist you had for exactly these moments. You placed your phone back down on the toilet lid before leaning back against the tub again, closing your eyes, and getting lost in the music.

You had always loved baths when you were younger. It was one of your favourite memories from your childhood, blowing soap bubbles with your mom and playing with a rubber ducky.

You got so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Adam opening the door and sneaking inside the bathroom, standing there, watching you with a devious smile on his face.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.” Your eyes flew open, and you sat up in shock, eyes flying to the man in the corner whose eyes were practically eating you up.

“You fucking pervert” You were livid. You wanted to kill him, and you were so close to climbing over the side of the bathtub to strangle but that would give him the satisfaction of seeing all of you, and he had already seen enough. The bubbles you had poured covered your lower regions but didn’t do much for covering your breasts.

Adam was anything but ashamed over being caught staring, judging by the smile on his face.

“You know I could report you for this; have you registered as a sex offender.”

“Oh, shut up, you know you fucking like it.” Well, he wasn’t wrong there. There was a reason for why you hadn’t even attempted to cover up whatever was visible to him, despite a towel being within arm’s reach.

He took a step closer to you, eyes obviously trying to take in as much as possible of you.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Get out.”

“Do you really want me to?” He turned serious for just a moment; eyes trained on you. You got the impression that whatever your answer would be could change the course of that night entirely.

You didn’t give him a verbal confirmation; instead, you leaned back, relaxing slightly against the tub once again because you didn’t want him to leave but you couldn’t allow yourself to say it out loud. You decided to just see where he would take this.

“Thought so.” There it was again, that fucking smile. You hit your hand against the water, splashing him as a signal to get him to stop being so annoying.

“What do you want?” You asked, trying to get back into that peaceful state of mind that you had been in, even though you knew you wouldn’t be there until you were back home in New York and away from him.

“Nothing much, thought I would sneak in here and see if you were touching yourself.” You were starting to wonder how he became who he was, for he had serious fucking problems.

“Well, sorry to disappoint you.”

“It’s alright, you could do it now.”

“Are you on drugs?” It was a serious question on your end. You leaned slightly closer to him, trying to see if his pupils were dilated in any sort of way. They were, but you had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t because of drugs.

He ignored your question, continuing on as if you hadn’t said anything at all.

“I touch myself thinking about you sometimes.”

“Jesus Christ, Adam!” Maybe it was a stroke and not drugs, that was the only reasonable explanation for why a normal person would be acting this way, but then again Adam wasn’t a normal person, far from it.

He was standing just by the edge of the bathtub now. You felt so small lying there, exposed to him. The bubbles were diminishing by the minute, it wouldn’t be long before all of them were gone, and he could see everything.

His eyes were that of a predator, but you didn’t feel intimidated under his gaze, all you could feel was heat filling your entire body as it was flooded by desire.

He crouched down, fingers wrapping around the edge of the bathtub so that he could balance himself carefully. You stayed still as he moved, eyes only leaving him to watch his finger as it started to make ripples in the water.

The air had grown so thick in the bathroom. You swallowed heavily, you were obviously much more nervous over the entire situation than Adam was, he seemed to not be affected at all.

“My mom’s downstairs.”

“So? What are you planning on doing?” He asked you the question teasingly. He was enjoying seeing you squirm under his gaze.

You didn’t answer him because you didn’t really know what you were planning on doing.

His finger was getting dangerously close to your body, being only inches away from touching your skin.

You didn’t stop him when his finger finally grazed your stomach, palm flattening to run over it before travelling upward and grasping your breast tightly, massaging it.

Of course, he was an expert. His fingers flickered over your nipples softly, pulling at them, twisting them. You couldn’t stop the small mewl that escaped you from his touch. You hadn’t realised just how sexually frustrated you had become over the weekend with Adam’s constant presence hovering over your shoulder.

“You are filthy, look at you writhe under your stepbrother's touch.”

“Stop it.” You didn’t need to be reminded of your… situation. You would prefer to keep the regret until later.

“I’m only teasing, there’s nothing brotherly with the feelings I have for you.” He winked before going quiet again.

“Please, Adam, I am begging you, for once in your life just shut up.”

He mimicked zipping his mouth close, locking it, and throwing the key away before returning to what he had been doing. Despite being submerged in water, you could feel how wet you were getting from his touch.

He didn’t stay at your breasts too long, eventually moving downwards, trailing his fingers along your skin until they reached your mound.

He flicked his fingers across the little pearl nestled between your legs causing you to let out a shaky moan.

“If I’m going to be quiet, you have to be as well.” He scolded you and you nodded frantically, promising to be quiet if he continued.

He continued with his movements, letting you build up closer and closer to an orgasm but not allowing you to get there just yet.

You could tell he wanted to comment on how easily he was making you come undone, but you were thankful that he kept his mouth shut.

He slipped a finger inside of you unexpectedly, quickly followed by another and then curled them to find that spot inside of you that he was sure would make you gush.

Your hands gripped the sides of the bathtub, legs falling apart to give him as much room as possible, encouraging him to continue. The water was swooshing as he worked in and out of your pussy.

You had to clasp your hands over your mouth to stop yourself from letting a moan slip out. You were thankful for the music flowing through your speaker so that your mother hopefully wouldn’t overhear anything.

He pumped his fingers quickly into you, curling them just right at just the right spot over and over again. He brought his thumb up to your clit, flicking over it in a steady rhythm as he continued fingering you.

Your toes finally curled and your back arched slightly as your orgasm washed over you, walls spasming around his fingers. You couldn’t help but let out a moan, hands having fallen away from your mouth and down by your sides.

Adam continued pumping his fingers into you, watching with glee as your orgasm rolled through your body. A man had never made you cum so quickly or with such fervour.

“Now that was fucking hot.” And just like that, you were pulled back into reality and remembered where you were and who it was that had made you cum so easily.

You glared at him, albeit not with as much hatred as you previously would, but still. You were just about to kick him out of the bathroom when a knock was heard on the door and your mother’s muffled voice could be heard calling out your name. Both of you froze, not even daring to breathe just in case she heard something over the music.

“Honey, we have to get going soon if we’re gonna go past Grandma’s.” Adam had to tap your thigh to get you to respond.

“Okay, I’ll be right out!” Neither of you moved until her footsteps had moved away and down the stairs.

“I say we join the mile high club today.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, cheeky smile back on his face.

“Fuck off, Sackler.”

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[thecloserkin]

You made an offhand reference to "essays about sibling incest vs. the patriarchy" or somesuch and I realize you probably don't actually have an itemized list but uh I would love to read all your thoughts on this.

Of course! I think most of my thoughts on the subject are in this review of a Dorothy Wordsworth biography (hang with me through the Crimson Peak rant, it's topical I promise). A while ago an anon sent me a heads up that this book might be relevant to my interests, and indeed it was; the broad strokes of its thesis are shockingly similar to the Wordsworth biography: historically women haven't lived in societies where they chose their own partners. Their families chose partners for them. Women were the glue that held men's relationships together. Well, incest was one way that women could carve out some agency for themselves in this transaction. Instead of being passed around like a sack of potatoes they could--well they couldn't do anything directly but they could foment a potato boycott? this was a slipshod analogy and it shows lol but anyway the whole "incest as agency" angle was only available to a select echelon of aristocratic women sooooo not exactly a revolutionary solution. Very much a "work within the system for one's own personal advancement" solution rather than a "burn it all down" solution. Anyway I just finished the book (I linked it above, it's called Incest and Agency in Elizabeth's England) and it was juuuuuuust the sweet side of Too Academic For Me, just fyi.

While I have you here, on an unrelated note I want to give you some unsolicited fic recs lmao sorry i can't help it. I have a bundle here of some fics you can read fandomblind (i myself read them all fandomblind) and they're all "teenagers messing around" stories with a side of either “mutual pining” or "secret relationship" and they all have a happy ending! From my limited knowledge of you that seems like it would be your cup of tea:

A Kind of Merry War by blithers (Life With Derek, 37k) eh i mean is stepsibling incest realllyyy incest? probs not but the tension is unbearable

The Formula, or the Long Road to Nepal by shipcestuous (The Middle, 17k) a pitch-perfect confection of romcom tropes, very much in the do-i-want-to-murder-my-bratty-sibling-or-kiss-them genre

Things My Sister Had by searchingforperfection (this one’s on literotica so i don’t have a wordcount but the slowburn is excruciatingly good)

Slinkys, Stuffed Animals, and Thou by Vera_Dragonmuse (The Hobbit, 34k) eternal comfort read i always come back to. it’s outsider pov and it’s a Modern AU so lack of knowledge of canon shouldn’t hinder you.

instinct throned in reason’s place by alamorn (original fic, 5k) If you’re looking for a fantasy-historical setting this one makes outstanding use of the Uh-Oh A Wicked Interloper Is Trying to Supernaturally Seduce My Brother agenda

If you haven’t read Sylvia Townsend Warner’s “A Love Match“ please do, I never thought incest could be so wholesome! It’s a masterclass. The other recs were all teenager-centeric because once you move out of teenage-exploration territory the stories tend to end in tragedy but this one doesn’t!! This one is about grown ass adults growing old together and it added +5 years to my life.

#converse-with-air #asked and answered

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Hold a Lover Close - Chapter Five

Pairings: Peter Maximoff x Reader, side Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr

Work Summary: You are Charles’ Xavier’s daughter. Your dad and his new husband have gone away on their honeymoon, leaving you alone with your new step-brother, Peter. Things get complicated.

Modern, no mutations AU.

Chapter Summary: It's time to go home, but you're not sure what that even means anymore.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2195

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Notes: I've extended this out for 1 additional chapter. Warnings for: relationship between stepsiblings, family arguments

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“What happened?” asked Jean as soon as she opened the door. She didn’t even greet you before she started up with the questions.

“Can we come in?” you asked. Peter was behind you, carefully not touching you. Her eyes flickered between the two of you.

“Sure…” She stepped aside and let you in. You were sure you looked a mess, with all the crying and fucking you’d been doing today. “Can I get you something?”

“Water, please.”

“Peter?”

“Water for me, too. Thanks,” he said.

“Make yourselves at home,” said Jean.

You and Peter sat side-by-side on the couch, a safe six inches of space between you. Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You ignored it.

Jean returned with two glasses of water, and Scott in tow. You thanked her as they settled down on another couch opposite you.

“Will you please just tell me what’s going on?” asked Jean anxiously. You exchanged a glance with Peter.

“We had a big fight with our dads…” you said slowly. You could feel Peter’s eyes on you as you looked at Jean.

“Okay?”

“Because we’re dating.”

Jean’s mouth fell open, but no words came out. It was her turn to exchange a look with Scott.

“But aren’t you guys… like… stepsiblings now?” asked Scott, his forehead creased with concern and confusion.

“Only technically,” you said. “Just because our dads got married doesn’t make us siblings.”

“That’s…” Jean bit her lip. She looked as though she was struggling with the concept.

“We love each other, okay?” Peter piped up suddenly, almost making you jump. “We didn’t choose this, but we’re not gonna magically stop loving each other just because our dads decided to get married.” Perhaps he was muddying the timeline of the situation a little bit, and perhaps you didn’t care. He wasn’t lying, just obfuscating.

“Okay…” said Jean. She looked at Scott, who just shrugged. “Okay,” she said, more decisively this time. “How can we help?”

“We just need a place to stay for tonight,” you said. “We’re going back home to pick up some stuff tomorrow morning but I can’t face my dad tonight and we don’t have the money for a hotel.”

Jean nodded. “You guys can sleep on the couches. I’m sorry we don’t have a spare bed to offer you.”

“That’s fine. Thank you so much.”

“It’s getting pretty late and I have work in the morning. Are you hungry?”

“We’ve eaten.” You had stopped at a drive-thru earlier while you were driving around aimlessly, trying to figure out your plan.

“Okay, good.”

“Could we borrow some clothes to sleep in? We left the house in kind of a hurry.”

“Of course.”

*

When you emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a sweatshirt and pyjama bottoms of Jean’s and having brushed your teeth with your finger, you found her laying out blankets and pillows on both of the couches. Peter sidled past you for his turn in the bathroom.

“I really appreciate this,” you said. “I know this is weird. But thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You’re always welcome.”

Overcome suddenly by a wave of emotion, you pulled her into a hug. You buried your face into her shoulder. She rubbed your back, and you realised you were crying.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you said, pulling away. “It’s been a super weird day.”

“You know you can always talk to me about this stuff, right?”

“Thank you.”

“I’ve gotta go to bed, but if you need anything, just knock on our bedroom door, okay?”

“Okay.” There was no way you were doing that, but you appreciated her saying it.

“Goodnight.” She gave you one last tight hug before going into her bedroom and shutting the door. Scott had already gone to bed, so for the moment, you were alone. You sank down onto one of the couches and let out a long, shudder-y breath.

“Are you okay? Are you crying?” You jumped. You hadn’t heard Peter leaving the bathroom, but he was standing at the end of the couch, watching you with concern.

You wiped your eyes with the palm of your hand. “Today has been hard.”

“I know, baby.” He came and sat down beside you, putting arm around your waist.

“Can we share this couch?” Jean had laid out both couches for you to sleep on, but this one had about as much room as a single bed and you couldn’t stand the idea of sleeping away from him right now.

“Of course.”

You got to your feet, pulling him with you and set about rearranging the couch. After removing the two back pillows, you built a sort of nest with the pillows and blankets Jean had provided. Peter climbed in first, his back against the sofa back, and held out his arms to you. You crawled into them, snuggling against his chest. You were trembling.

“It’s okay, baby,” murmured Peter. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” His arm curled protectively around your waist, holding you tight against him. With his other hand, he gently brushed your tears away with his thumb. Eventually, you slept.

*

“Are you ready?” Peter asked.

“No. But honestly I don’t think I’ll ever be. Let’s just get this over with?”

“Okay.”

The two of you exited the car. Standing in the shadow of your house, you felt a little sick. Peter took your hand in his. He was sweating.

You let yourself in with your house keys. You’d barely stepped in through the front door when Erik appeared in the hallway, looming out of the shadows.

“Y/N? Peter?” he said, looking relieved.

From the living room, you heard a scrambling, and the sound of things being knocked over as your dad hastened to wheel himself into the hallway. Your eyes met his bright blue ones.

He had clearly been crying. Your heart hurt.

“Hey…” you said. Your voice was hoarse and sounded foreign to your ears.

“‘Hey’?” your dad sputtered. “That’s all you can say? After running off and taking my car and ignoring my calls? ‘Hey’?” All of the positive feelings that you had been feeling towards him evaporated in an instant.

“We brought it back,” you said, tossing his keys onto a side table and then walking swiftly past him. “You clearly don’t want me here so I’ll get out of your hair.”

You were fully intending to go up to your room and pack your things, but Erik stepped in front of you, blocking the stairs.

“Y/N,” he said. It was an authoritative dad-voice that you hated. “Can we please talk about this?”

“We talked about it yesterday, and look where that got us.” You tried to squeeze past him, but he held out his hand, blocking your path.

“Yes, well now we’ve all had a chance to calm down, can we please try again?”

Sighing, you glanced over your shoulder. Peter was looking at you with imploring eyes.

“Fine,” you said, turning around and heading for the kitchen. Your father followed you, and then Peter and Erik.

“Peter, wait,” said Erik, stopping him in the kitchen doorway. As Peter turned, Erik pulled him into a tight hug. You’d never seen them hug before. It was strange.

Peter hesitated for a moment and then returned the hug. You felt queasy. Peter was hugging his dad, and you couldn’t even look at yours.

They separated, and Peter pulled out two chairs at the kitchen table. You went to sit down, but felt a hand on your shoulder. Before you knew what was happening, you were being pulled into a hug by Erik too. If it was strange to see Erik hugging his son, then this was surreal. You didn’t really hug him back, but you leant into it, letting it happen.

“Y/N,” he said, pulling back. He kept one hand on your shoulder. “One way or another, you’re my daughter. We’re family. Please don’t scare us like that again.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. Sadness and remorse crashed over you like a tidal wave. You wiped your eyes with your sleeve.

“Come on. Let’s talk about this.”

You sat down next to Peter, and Erik took a seat next to your dad. Peter’s hand found yours under the table, threading your fingers together. You looked at your dad and found him staring back at you. His jaw was clenched tight.

“So…” said Erik.

“Why don’t you two explain how this all happened?” said your dad. He was clearly putting a lot of effort into keeping his voice calm.

“Well…” You looked at Peter, uncertain. You didn’t exactly want to tell your dads that he’d walked in on you masturbating and things had spiralled from there.

“While we were…” Peter’s voice was hesitant. “Alone together, we realised that we had had feelings for each other for a long time. Since before you two got back together.”

You watched his face in profile. He’d never told you how long he’d liked you. You’d been crushing on him for what felt like forever, but maybe he’d liked you for just as long. A part of you hoped so. The image of fifteen-year-old Peter pining over you was adorable.

“So this… relationship…” Your dad made a dismissive gesture as he spoke. Your fingers twitched, and Peter squeezed your hand. “This all happened while we were on our honeymoon?”

“Yes,” you said.

Silence settled over the table. It weighed heavily upon you. You could Peter’s eyes on you, but couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“We love you both very much,” said your dad. “This doesn’t change that.” Peter squeezed your hand again, and you realised that you must’ve been holding his hand hard enough to hurt. You loosened your grip.

“We’ve been talking through this,” said Erik. “Trying to work out how to approach this. And we came to the conclusion that as long as you two treat each other well, we’re not going to try and interfere.”

You released a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“That’s true,” your dad cut in, “but Peter, if you ever hurt my daughter, I swear to god-”

You opened your mouth, but Erik got there first. “Charles, stop threatening my son.” They exchanged a look. Erik was angry. You’d seen the two of them fight before, but this felt different.

“I would never hurt Y/N,” said Peter. “I love her.” Your dad’s jaw was set tight again, but he said nothing.

“We do, however, have conditions,” Erik continued as if there had been no interruptions. “Namely, for the sake of maintaining harmony, we think it’s best if one of you moves out.”

“What?” said you and Peter at the same time. Erik held up his hand to silence you both.

“I know this may sound harsh, but I think all four of us living here together is a recipe for disaster. You’re both adults. You’re both going to college soon. We will, of course, help you as much as we can, financially and practically. We’ll help you find somewhere to live. We’ll help pay for rent if you need us to.”

“I don’t want your help,” you snapped. You stood up, knocking over your chair in the process. It clattered to the floor, far too loud in the quiet kitchen. Your dad opened his mouth but didn’t speak. “One of us needs to move out? By ‘one of us’, you mean Peter, right?” Erik grimaced, and you knew you were right. “Of course you do. Because you blame him for all of this.”

He would leave and you would stay, because you were daddy’s precious little girl and he was the boy who had corrupted you. Well, you weren’t a little girl anymore.

“I’m leaving. Peter can stay here, or he can come with me, that’s his choice, but either way, I don’t want your help.”

You stormed out of the kitchen and up the stairs to your room. Grabbing your suitcase from under the bed, you started stuffing everything that mattered to you into it.

The creak of your door was all the warning you got before Peter’s arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. You stopped, letting him keep you there for a moment.

“Baby,” he murmured. “You don’t have to leave. I can leave.”

“I don’t want to stay here,” you said quietly. “Not with my dad. And I don’t want to be in his debt. I don’t want his money. You can stay if you want to. I won’t hold it against you. You can come visit me whenever, and it’d be fine.” Your voice shook. You didn’t want to pressure Peter into making drastic life decisions, but the thought of moving out alone was terrifying.

You heard him let out a long, shaky breath. “I thought I made my feelings clear when I asked you to run away with me.” Your face flushed. You’d been uncertain what you wanted then, but you were pretty sure now. “You’re not leaving without me.” Peter pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. “If you go, I go.”

You exhaled and leant back into his chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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