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rubyreduji · 4 months

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king size bed — kmg & jjk

summary: mingyu has a problem: he's in love with his best friend's girlfriend. but does it go deeper than that, in ways that maybe even mingyu doesn't realize?

tags: smut (minors dni!), p.rnstar!au warnings: gyu is kind of a perv, explicit unprotected sex, filming explicit content, sending nudes, masturbation, sexting, fingering (f. rec), oral (m. + f. rec), threesome, cuckolding, creampie, cum eating, hair pulling, double penetration, anal, kinda voyeurism, multiple orgasms, squirting, maybe mingyu is a little bisexual in this…for only a second wc: 10.1k an: this idea came to me randomly and i quite literally ascended to heaven and then fell straight down to hell and produced this :D also this fic is very mingyu centric as it’s told in his pov (sorry armys who may find this)

Mingyu wants to go home.

Around him, the walls thump to the music blasting throughout the club. If this was four years ago and he was still in college this would be great, but it’s not. All Mingyu does is sit in a booth and stare at the dance floor, watching as the bodies grind up against each other.

The reason Mingyu is even out tonight is to try and find someone to take home, but he’s not in the mood. All of his recent hook ups have been unsuccessful and he’d rather go home and try his luck with his trusty fist rather than try and flirt with some half-drunk, half-interested person in a stuffy, overly noisy club.

It’s not like Mingyu doesn’t want to get his dick wet, he’s honestly been more horny recently than he ever has been, but for some reason the idea of going home and watching porn sounds much better than actually trying to get with someone here. Maybe Mingyu has a problem, or maybe it’s because of Mingyu’s most recent discovery.

He’s not sure how he lucked out so bad, but one day all of his normal Twitter porn creators weren’t doing it for him, and he happened to stumble across a new page. A reblog from one of the accounts he already followed. The person in the video was stunning. No face, but still the most beautiful body Mingyu has ever seen.

When he clicked on the account he was surprised to see such a small following on the account, only to find out the creator only started posting recently. It’s needless to say that Mingyu spent the rest of the night jacking off to the few photos and videos on her page. “Sweetheart” that’s what her screen name was listed as.

Even since discovering her, Mingyu’s become slightly obsessed and he’s taken liberty to getting off to her almost every night, even going as far as to subscribe to the content she has behind a paywall.

Mingyu’s not sure why he’s so attached to her. Maybe it’s her soft aesthetic or the way she’s like a little secret gold mind he found. Or maybe it’s because she reminds Mingyu of….

He glances across the room, his eyes landing on where his best friend stands. Jungkook is leaned up against the bar, a small smirk on his face, his arm wrapped around the waist of the prettiest girl inside the whole club. Your body is pressed up against Jungkook’s as you press your lips to your boyfriend’s neck, marking his skin up with your lipstick.

You’re dressed in a tight, short dress colored in the most flattering shade of red. Mingyu’s favorite color. He does his best to not focus on your tits and the way your cleavage is accentuated by your dress, barely held up by the skinny straps on your shoulders.

Mingyu knows it’s an issue. He shouldn’t have such a huge crush on his best friend’s girlfriend, and he definitely shouldn’t be thinking of you like that either. Especially when you’re his friend as well. It’s not like he wants to, but he can’t help but think that you’re the most gorgeous girl he’s ever met. Inside and out.

You’re Jungkook’s girlfriend though, and he would never make a move on you or ever make you uncomfortable. Though, that doesn’t stop him from doing very shameful things in the dead of night, locked away in his bedroom, his hand wrapped around his cock as his eyes are trained on the video of the girl that reminds Mingyu of you just a little too well.

Mingyu must have gotten lost in his thoughts, staring at you, and when he focuses in again, he makes eye contact with Jungkook. The younger man winks at his best friend before guiding you out of the club. Mingyu’s eyes trail after you two the whole time, and he already knows you two are off to go fuck. If he’s being honest, you two most likely won’t even make it out of the parking lot, taking advantage of the tinted windows on Jungkook’s car.

The whole reason Mingyu even came tonight was to appease Jungkook, and now that the other man has left, Mingyu takes that as his cue to leave as well. The drive back to Mingyu’s apartment feels like an eternity and all he wants to do is crawl into bed, masturbate, and go to bed.

And yeah, maybe it is a little sad. Jacking off at home alone while his best friend fucks the girl of his dreams while all he can do is imagine it’s him in his place, but it’s not like there’s any other options.

Now if Mingyu was really being childish, you were always Mingyu’s first.

You two went to the same high school together, but you two didn’t get close until college. You had a gen-ed together and when Mingyu was the only familiar face in the room, you latched on. Mingyu didn’t mind, you were sweet and funny and always let Mingyu study in your dorm when his roommates were too loud.

Later, after Mingyu and Jungkook became best friends, that’s when the three of you started to form a friend group. Then you and Jungkook started to hang out one and one, and eventually those hang outs turned into dates, and now three years later, even after graduating college, you two are still going strong.

Mingyu’s only a little salty, maybe it’s because Jungkook knew Mingyu had something for you, or maybe it’s because really if it wasn’t for him Jungkook wouldn’t have even met you. It doesn’t matter though, because in the end you got with Jungkook and Mingyu respects that.

When Mingyu finally gets home he’s quick to lock his door and drop his pants, crawling into his bed and pulling up Twitter. Right on the top of his feed is a post from Sweetheart and Mingyu groans. She’s dressed in a pair of sexy red lingerie panties, and it automatically makes Mingyu think of the dress you had on tonight. That’s not the best part of the photo though, no the best part is the fact she's not wearing a bra, her chest bare and her nipples staring right at Mingyu.

His cock is already hard, it’s been hard since he watched you kiss up and down Jungkook’s neck, and he shoves his hand into his boxers unceremoniously to pull his cock out. He spits into his palm before wrapping it around his length and starting to pump.

He clicks on Sweetheart’s page, hoping she’s posted more or something, and he’s grateful to see a post from only a few minutes ago.

Live show on my OnlyCarats, come check it out ;)

Mingyu’s finger is clicking on the link in record time and it takes the video a moment to load before his screen reveals Sweetheart. She’s still in the pretty red panties from earlier, but now they’re pushed to the side as she slides her fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She’s laid out on a large bed, dressed in all white bedding that contracts nicely against the panties.

Sweetheart has done a few live videos before, but this is the first one Mingyu has been able to watch in real time, rather than a video uploaded after the live. He’s entranced as he watches her finger fuck her pussy. She’s letting out soft pants as she gets lost in her pleasure.

“F-fuck,” Mingyu whines. His hand is slick with pre-cum as he pumps his cock furiously in his fist.

Mingyu wonders if you’re going to pull out a dildo, like you sometimes do in your videos, but rather another person appears on camera.

Clearly the body is a male figure, clad in black slacks and a black dress shirt. Sweetheart has done a few photos and videos with a guy before, but Mingyu’s never seen him in one of her lives before. It’s not that he minds too much, but a part of him wishes that he could stay pretending like the whole thing was for him, that he was the only person watching.

Mingyu can’t dwell on his disappointment though, because the man in the video is unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. It’s big, though Mingyu doesn’t think it’s bigger than his own. The man grabs the camera before laying back, allowing Sweetheart to climb on top of him.

She grinds against him for a little bit before lifting herself up and lining the man’s cock up to her entrance. Mingyu can see the way her legs tremble as she sinks down, and suddenly Mingyu doesn’t mind the other guy too much. From the angle he’s filming at, it’s almost like Sweetheart is riding Mingyu, and that drives him just a little bit insane.

Mingyu pumps his fist at the same speed Sweetheart is bouncing on the man’s cock, imagine that it’s Sweetheart…imagining that it’s you. Mingyu whimpers and bucks his hips up, letting himself get lost in the fantasy.

Now Mingyu can’t get the idea of you in his lap, your thighs straddling his as your pussy clamps down around him, out of his head. He thinks about your soft tits and how they’d bounce as you rode him, his cock hitting inside of you deep and rough.

It doesn’t take long for Mingyu to let out a strangled moan as his cock twitches and he spills cum all over his hand. He lays in bed, his chest heaving with his pants. Mingyu opens his eyes and glances at his phone to see Sweetheart’s body trembling as she cums as well. Mingyu watches intently as Sweetheart pulls herself off of the man’s cock, his cum dripping out of her as she does so.

Sweetheart ends the live soon after and Mingyu gets up to clean himself off. He decides to take a shower, scrubbing himself off like it will clean away the sins he just committed. As soon as he gets out of the shower he dries off and stumbles back into bed, deciding to call it a night.

Mingyu doesn’t see you or Jungkook again until almost a week later when Jungkook invites Mingyu over for dinner. Mingyu stops by the store to pick up a bottle of wine before heading over to the apartment you and Jungkook share.

As soon as Mingyu knocks on the door you throw the door open and pull Mingyu into a hug. Mingyu hugs you back and if he holds on for a little too long, well you do too. When you pull back Mingyu gets a good look at your outfit. You’re dressed in a short skirt and a low cut tank top. You have a large cardigan draped over the whole outfit and Mingyu blushes slightly. You just look so cute.

You clasp on to Mingyu’s arm as you walk with him into the kitchen. “Kookie, look who’s here!”

“Hey Gyu,” Jungkook smiles at his best friend. Jungkook is standing at the stove, dressed in a blue apron, as he tends to the food. “Glad you could make it.”

“Of course man. I brought some wine as well.” Mingyu places the bottle onto the counter.

“Sounds great. Hey, babe, could you grab some glasses? The food is almost ready.”

Mingyu watches as you two move around each other, the flow between you natural and domestic. It makes Mingyu’s heart twinge a bit. You two have always been a good pair. When you and Jungkook started dating it didn’t surprise anyone, and though Mingyu was a little upset by it, he could see it as well. Even three years later you two make the perfect pair, if not more so than back then, settled into your domestic life with one another.

It doesn’t take long for the three of you to be sat around the dining table.

“So Mingyu, how that’s project at work coming along?”

Mingyu is surprised that you remember, as he only mentioned it offhandedly a couple weeks ago. He shouldn’t sell you so short though. It’s one of the things that attracts Mingyu to you so much. You’re just so charismatic and attentive to everyone you meet.

“It’s going well. My boss actually promoted me to head of the project because he liked my ideas so much. We should have the prototype done by the end of next week,” Mingyu tells you.

“That’s amazing Mingyu! Congrats!” You cheer.

“That sounds like a reason to drink.” Jungkook raises his glass and Mingyu chuckles before picking his own up and clinking it against Jungkook’s and then yours.

The rest of the night follows the same pattern. You guys continue your easy flow of conversation during dinner and then after you move into the living room where you put on a random movie to watch in the background. The scene is just a little too nice for Mingyu’s well-being. It’s too…comfortable, too sweet. Like Mingyu is meant to be there, with you sitting on the other side of the couch as Jungkook sits a chair nearby as you joke and talk. Like Mingyu is a part of your couple. Like he’s yours.

Those thoughts are shoved to the back of his head as the night goes on and as more alcohol enters his system. It’s clear you’re also feeling the effects as you move closer to Mingyu’s side of the couch, draping yourself over him. Mingyu takes a sharp breath at the feel of your tits pressing against him as you rub your head on his shoulder.

“I love you so much Gyu,” you slur. “You’re my favoritest ever.”

“Hey!” Jungkook cries from where he’s still sitting in the chair, not too far off from where you and Mingyu are in drunkenness.

“Shh, don’t listen to him,” you say, pressing even closer to Mingyu, your breath now brushing up against his ear as you continue in a whisper. “You’re my favorite. My best friend. My number once since freshman year of college. Am I your favorite?”

Mingyu giggles, despite his growing flusteredness. “You’re my favoritest.”

“Good, we are each other’s most favorite. And Jungkook is neither of our favorites, because I love you Gyu!” You press a giant kiss to Mingyu’s cheek.

“Hey, what are you two saying over there?” Jungkook stands up and moves over to the couch. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his lap as you giggle and playfully thrash around.

“Nooooo! Let me go. I wanna cuddle with Mingyu!” You squirm in Jungkook’s arms as Jungkook holds you tighter, kissing your neck. “Mingyu save me!”

Mingyu moves forward and grabs onto your arms, pulling you towards him. Jungkook still has a hold on you, and you three end up in a big pile together, all giggling. You three lay there for a moment, in silence, before you let out a big yawn.

“Well I think that’s my cue to get this one to bed,” Jungkook says. “You good to get a ride home, Gyu?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks for having me over man.”

“Yeah, we love having you over. You’re our best friend, you know you’re always welcome.”

“Sleep well Gyu!” You give him a giant hug before allowing Jungkook to pick you up and carry you to the bedroom. Mingyu watches you two retire to your bedroom, sobering up enough in the moment for a pain to clench his heart.

In the cab ride home Mingyu can't help but think about you. The way your breath brushed against his face as you leaned in to tell him you love him. He wonders what it would be like to actually tell you he loves you. What it would be like for you to cradle his face and lean in and kiss him. He imagines holding you, waking up next to you in the morning, going on sweet dates.

Mingyu groans. He’s got to stop doing this to himself.

As soon as he gets to his building, he stumbles through his apartment before falling into bed. Out of habit he pulls out his phone, opening Twitter. Directly at the top of his feed is a post from Sweetheart. 15 minutes ago.

A mirror selfie in her bra and underwear. It’s not much, but it still has Mingyu twitching in his boxers. Against any of his better judgment that he would make when sober, he clicks on her account and taps the message icon.

pup: Hey :)) love the new photo

Mingyu’s not sure why he sent the message. He’s not expecting a response. Not at 3am and not when he’s a total stranger. It’s clear Sweetheart has a boyfriend, or at least someone who does videos with her. He didn’t even send her money.

Mingyu’s about to just go to bed when he hears the chirp of his phone’s notifications. When he checks his phone, his eyes widen when he sees the Twitter notification.

Sweetheart: hehe thank you

Sweetheart: would you like to see more? 😉

pup: Yes. Yes, of course. How much?

Sweetheart: no charge baby. i see you in my notifs all the time, and you’re a subscriber on my OF. think of this as a treat for my biggest fan 😘

Mingyu groans. He has no clue how he’s lucked out so hard. His cock is already half hard at the thought that Sweetheart knows who he is.

pup: Holy shit. Thank you so much. I don’t know what to say.

Sweetheart: nothing to say, just enjoy :)

Sweetheart: took these just for you, so don’t go spreading them around, okay?

Sweetheart: [image]

Sweetheart: maybe you can tell me what those do to you…

Mingyu’s mouth drops open at the photos. The first one is a selfie of Sweetheart from the neck down. Her bra has been removed and her arms are pulled in to push her tits together. Mingyu wonders what it would be like to put his mouth on them, or even better, put his dick between them.

The second photo is a photo of Sweetheart sitting on her bed. The large bed is still dressed in the normal white bedding it has on it during her streams. Sweetheart is sitting back on her calves and Mingyu can see the slight wet patch starting to form on her panties.

The final photo has Mingyu’s mind reeling the most. A cropped down photo of Sweetheart’s lips wrapped around a dildo, her lips gently suckling the tip.

Sweetheart has never posted anything above the neck and this is Mingyu’s first time seeing the lower half of her face, and it’s her sucking a dildo no less. Mingyu groans and gives in, reaching down to fist his cock. He imagines that it’s his dick that Sweetheart is sucking, her pretty lips wrapped around his tip as she takes him in his mouth, using her lips and tongue to pleasure him.

pup: Oh my god. Fuck. You’re gorgeous.

pup: Thank you so much.

Sweetheart: i’m glad you like hehe

Sweetheart: how about you show me how much you like them…👀 (if you’re comfortable)

Holy shit. Sweetheart is asking him for a dick pick.

Mingyu fumbles with the camera on his phone before he snaps a few photos. You can see the glisten of pre-cum already coating his tip and his hand is wrapped around the base of his cock, holding it up. Mingyu presses send to Sweetheart and anxiously waits the reply.

Sweetheart: wow you’re big

Sweetheart: i wouldn’t mind taking a ride on that rodeo hehe

Sweetheart: fuck i want a dick inside of me :((( you’d reach so deep inside of me, fill me up nice and good

Sweetheart: would you like that pup? my tight pussy wrapped around your cock?

pup: Yes. Yes, so fucking much.

Sweetheart: i’d milk you so well

Sweetheart: ugh this isn’t fair

pup: I want you so bad. You’re perfect. Literally the most sexy body I’ve ever seen.

Mingyu struggles to type as his right hand jacks off his cock furiously. He can’t believe he’s sexting Sweetheart. He can feel his balls tighten the closer he gets to his orgasm and before he can do anything to stop it, his cock is twitching and he’s spurting cum all over his chest and hand.

Mingyu lets out a low groan before opening his camera app and snapping another photo.

pup: Look what you made me do.

pup: [image]

Sweetheart: fuck that’s so hot

Sweetheart: wish it was inside me though :( or that i was there to lick it up

Sweetheart: fuck i’m touching myself

Sweetheart: imagining that it’s your big cock inside of me

Sweetheart: [video]

Mingyu nearly nuts again just from the video Sweetheart has sent. A ten second clip of her thrusting the dildo from earlier inside of her sopping wet cunt. Mingyu truly thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.

Sweetheart: fuck i came so quickly

Sweetheart: god i’m going to be thinking about your cock for weeks now

Sweeheart: thanks for the orgasm :)

pup: No, thank you. I’m never going to forget this.

Sweetheart: good. hope you jack off to those photos more, put them to good use ;)

Sweetheart: thanks for a good time. night pup

Though Mingyu would love to say he went to bed right after, he of course jacks off again before eventually passing out for the night.

After that night, neither Sweetheart nor Mingyu try to contact each other again, but Mingyu does in fact jack off to her photos again and again and again. Especially after days where he hangs out with you and Jungkook.

Look, he’s not proud of it, but at least he can get a release somehow.

Like right now, as he sits propped up in bed, rubbing at his half-hard cock through his boxers, as he watches the beginning of Sweetheart’s stream. Currently she’s just finishing setting up the camera and getting everything situated.

Earlier, Mingyu went out with you and Jungkook to a new cat cafe you wanted to check out. Though both Jungkook and Mingyu are more dog people, it’s no secret they would do anything for you. The whole time you kept gushing to the two best friends on how cute the cats are and how much you want one. It was just so fucking cute and it didn’t help that you just happened to be wearing a shirt that did nothing to hide the outline of your hard nipples. It’s not like Mingyu meant to stare, but to be frank they were kind of staring at him first.

And then when you reached over to pet a cat that had hopped into Mingyu’s lap and you just happened to accidentally brush his dick with your hand. You didn’t notice, or at least didn’t mention it, but it has Mingyu quickly standing up and displacing the cat in order to head to the bathroom to try and adjust himself so you and Jungkook didn’t catch sight of the halfy he was sporting.

On screen, Sweetheart has finally positioned herself right in the middle of the large, white bed. She’s just unbuckled and thrown off her bra and now she’s groping her own tits, squeezing at her chest and flicking at her hard nipples. Mingyu wonders what it would be like to suck on her tits. Tug at her nipples with his teeth and leave marks all over the supple flesh.

When Mingyu pulls himself from his fantasy to go back to watching the stream, he notices the man who’s always in Sweetheart’s videos has appeared. He sits behind Sweetheart on the back, his arms wrapped around her torso so he’s now the one groping her boobs. His head leans down slightly and his mouth presses to her neck. Mingyu catches sight of the lip ring in the right corner of his mouth.

It’s then that Mingyu takes in the full appearance of the man. He’s considerably dressed down this time. While he’s usually dressed in full black dress pants and dress shirt, most likely to better keep his identity hidden, this time he’s in a white t-shirt and jeans. The outfit’s familiar to Mingyu, too familiar.

It’s understandable why the man has never showed off his full arms before, as they’re covered in a sleeve of tattoos, an identifiable mark. Mingyu can't look. His mouth goes dry and his stomach drops.

It’s undeniable. Mingyu knows every piece of that sleeve like the back of his hand. He was there when half of them were inked. Mingyu’s stomach turns. It all makes sense now. The whole reason why Sweetheart drew him in the first place was because of her resemblance to you. Now Mingyu gets it. It’s not that Sweetheart resembles you, it’s that she is you. And the mystery man in each of her (your) videos…is his best friend.

On screen Jungkook has moved on from your tits and down to your clothed pussy. His fingers rub soft circles into your clit as his other hand keeps your thighs spread. Mingyu’s cock twitches at the sight.

No.

No, it’s wrong. It’s dirty.

It’s not fair that Mingyu knows your identity when you try so hard to keep it a secret. Not to mention it’s immoral of him to continue to jerk off to your videos. You and Jungkook are his best friends. And even if he has the occasional fantasy about you…it’s completely different than actually watching your sex work and knowing it’s you.

But then again…you are uploading them for a reason. Your bio even says “just here to aid and please” and this would be aiding and pleasing Mingyu. A lot.

Before Mingyu can even talk himself out of it, he’s lost his boxers and has his hand wrapped around his cock. He strokes it slowly as he watches Jungkook slowly sink a finger into your cunt. You squirm slightly in his grip, letting out a soft whine as he pushes a second one in.

Jungkook pumps his finger in and out of you, the digits getting more shiny with your slick the longer he goes on. Your fingers dig into his forearm as your legs twitch. Mingyu can hear Jungkook chuckle and he wonders how he’s never noticed before.

Jungkook pulls his fingers out of you and you quickly push your panties off as Jungkook climbs off the bed. In a matter of seconds Jungkook is back on the bed, completely naked now. He grabs the camera as you situate yourself on the bed laying down.

The camera moves to show a POV shot of Jungkook fucking you in missionary. Mingyu watches intently as his best friend’s cock moves in and out of your cunt, his hand fucking his own cock at the same pace.

God this is so fucked up.

Even so, it doesn’t take Mingyu long to blow his load. It’s almost embarrassing. Before the stream is even finished Mingyu quickly logs off and gets up to clean himself.

Fuck.

You’re Sweetheart. The girl of his dreams is the other girl of his dreams. It’s been you all this time. Of course it has. That’s just Mingyu’s luck.

Oh God. He’s sexted with you. You’ve seen his dick. Does Jungkook know? He has to, right? There’s no way you’d cheat on him. You’d never do that to him. No, no, he has to know.

He has to.

“Mingyu, my man!” Jungkook slaps a hand onto Mingyu’s shoulder as soon as he approaches.

“Hey Kook.” Mingyu really hopes his voice doesn’t waver as he greets his best friend. He hasn’t seen Jungkook since the other day and this is the first time he’s facing him since finding out that well, he’s been jacking off to porn of him and his girlfriend for months now.

“Look Gyu, we’ve got to talk about something.”

Oh no. Jungkook knows. He knows and he’s mad because Mingyu sexted his girlfriend and he’s ruined a three year long relationship.

“Talk? A-about what?”

“Not here. Let’s go back to my apartment. No one’s home right now.”

Though Mingyu is glad that he won’t have to face you, he’s still a bit concerned about what Jungkook has to talk to him about. And in private no less. There’s no way it’s not about what Mingyu thinks it’s about. But also, how could he know?

The trip to Jungkook’s apartment is eerily quiet and it isn’t until Jungkook closes and locks the door that he finally speaks up.

“You want anything to drink?”

“N-no, uhm, I’m good.”

“Cool. Come on, come sit on the couch with me.” Jungkook leads Mingyu into the living room and sits down. Mingyu cautiously follows.

“So…what did you uhm, want to talk about?” Mingyu stares down at his lap, trying not to make eye contact with his best friend.

“Mingyu…I want you to fuck my girlfriend.”

Mingyu thinks he blacks out for a moment.

What in the fuck did Jungkook just say to him?

“I- excuse me?”

“I want you to fuck my girlfriend. If we’re being honest, she’s kind of wanted to fuck you for a while now, and we’ve been talking about it and I thought I’d offer you into our bedroom.”

Mingyu knows he looks like an idiot right now, but he can’t believe what Jungkook is telling him. He has to be pulling his leg. He knows that Mingyu knows about the porn account and he’s making fun of him. There’s no other explanation. His best friend is the most jealous man on the planet, there is absolutely no way he’s offering Mingyu to fuck you.

“Stop saying stupid stuff, Kook,” Mingyu grumbles. “That’s not funny to joke about. Does she know you’re saying this?”

“I’m not joking! Seriously. I know you’ve always had a crush on her, and now here’s your chance to be with her! I don’t know why you’re not jumping on this opportunity.”

Jungkook is right, any other time Mingyu might be ecstatic, but there’s no way Jungkook is being serious. “Because you’re just pranking me!”

Jungkook sighs. “Okay, I didn’t want to bring it up, but I know you know about the porn account.”

Mingyu stiffens and his mouth goes dry. “I- I don’t know-”

“Yes you do. Sweetheart? I saw the photos left open on your phone the other day, and I know those are photos she only sent you.”

Mingyu’s face heats up and he’s sure he’s red. “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t know at first and I wasn’t planning on keeping watching and-”

“It’s okay. I literally just offered you to fuck my girlfriend.”

“But why? You hate when other guys even look at her.”

“Because it’s you, Gyu.” That’s all Jungkook answers, staring at Mingyu sincerely, like Mingyu truly is the only person he’d be comfortable sharing his girlfriend with.

Mingyu thinks about it for a moment. Could this really just be his dreams coming true? “I swear to god if you’re messing with me.”

“I promise I’m not. Look, just come over on Friday and you’ll see. Okay?”

“...Okay.”

Mingyu is nervous.

He’s still not completely sure that Jungkook is telling the truth, but if he is then that means Mingyu is going to fuck you tonight.

His heart is beating intensely in his chest as he drives over to your apartment. It takes him nearly fifteen minutes to get the courage to exit his car and enter the building. Before he can fully chicken out he knocks on the door.

Jungkook is the one to open the door and he ushers Mingyu in before closing and locking the door behind him. Jungkook then leads Mingyu to the bedroom and Mingyu suddenly realizes that oh shit, this is real. This is real and he’s about to fuck you.

As soon as they enter the room, Mingyu feels his throat go dry and his pants tighten. You’re laid out on the bed, the same large bed from all of your photos and videos. The same bed that Mingyu has wished countless of times that it was him on it with you, or at least with Sweetheart.

You’re dressed in a red, see-through babydoll set. You stare up at Mingyu, your eyes already hooded with lust. Mingyu watches as your eyes trail down his figure, stopping at his crotch. Your eyes then move back up to Mingyu’s, making eye contact as you wink at him. Holy shit.

Mingyu feels Jungkook shove him forward slightly. “Go buddy, she’s all yours.”

It takes Mingyu a few more seconds to process. He truly can’t believe this is real. That you’re here and he’s allowed to touch you, to feel you, to let all of his fantasies run wild. The thing that finally get Mingyu in motion is you giggling.

“C’mon Gyu.” You’re motioning him towards you and Mingyu stumbles forward until he makes it to the bed. His heart is thumping so rapidly it wouldn’t be a surprise if he went into cardiac arrest.

Mingyu crawls onto the bed and over to you where you smile at him and reach forward. Mingyu crawls on top of you and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down so he rests his weight on you. You move one of your hands to cup his cheek, brushing your thumb over it.

“Hi pretty boy. Are you excited?” Mingyu nods his head stupidly, his mind too focused on your touch. “Well are you going to kiss me?”

Finally, Mingyu’s mind seems to catch up and he surges forward. With your hand still on his cheek, you guide him to your lips. Right away, Mingyu’s desperation is apparent as he presses into you hard.

Kissing you is somehow even better than Mingyu expected. Your lips are soft and you smell so good. You hold onto Mingyu, kissing him deeper and deeper. If Mingyu is being honest he already feels a little drunk on you.

Mingyu swipes his tongue over your bottom lip and you open up, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He can feel you smirk against his lips slightly before you start to suck on his tongue. It catches Mingyu off guard and he whines right into your mouth, his hips bucking forward against you.

Mingyu’s cock is already half hard just from kissing you, and he can’t help but rut his hips into you. You don’t seem to mind though, just threading your fingers through his hair. Your hands feel good against him and Mingyu allows his own hands to roam over you as well.

Your body is warm and soft under his palms as he drags them over your torso. The rough lace of the babydoll scratches at his hand as he cups your breast. The material is thin and Mingyu can feel the pebbling of your nipple through it. His fingertips brush over the bud once more and you gasp and arch your back into his touch. It only makes Mingyu needier.

Mingyu breaks the kiss so he can have a second to catch his breath. You don’t need the time though, and you don’t waste time pressing your lips to his jaw. You duck your head down as you slowly trail your kisses down the column on his neck, stopping to suck on the skin every so often.

As much as Mingyu loves you leaving marks all along his neck, he wants to put his mouth on you. He pushes off of you slightly to pull away.

He takes a moment to stare at you, laid out under him. Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breaths and you’re staring up at him with hooded eyes. Your lips are puffy from all of the kissing and your hair is mussed from rubbing against the pillow. You look gorgeous.

“Gyu,” you say, your voice slightly raspy, “you’re trembling.” You reach up to caress his face once again.

Mingyu didn’t notice it, but now that you’ve pointed it out, Mingyu realizes he’s shaking. His heart is pounding in his chest, like how he feels when he’s drank too much caffeine.

“Are you nervous, puppy?” You ask Mingyu. The nickname makes him whine slightly. You’ve always called him that, but in this context it hit so differently.

Mingyu nods slightly. “I’ve- I’ve wanted this for so long. I don’t want to mess it up.”

You smile gently at him. “You won’t. I like you a lot Gyu, and I want this too. Don’t be nervous, okay? Just enjoy it.”

“O-okay,” Mingyu tells you.

“Now, can I take this off of you?” Your fingers play with the hem of Mingyu’s shirt and he nods. You help him tug the shirt off, revealing his bare torso.

If Mingyu is proud of one thing, it’s his physique, and you seem to appreciate it as well as you trail your fingers down his chest and abs, feeling the grooves of his muscles under your fingertips.

Mingyu is still shaking slightly, but he leans down to start pressing kisses to your chest. Your boobs are soft under his mouth as he starts to suck the subtle skin into his mouth.

There’s a small ribbon holding the front of your lingerie together and Mingyu tugs at the bow until it unties and the fabric falls away from your body, exposing your bare tits to him. Your tits look delicious and Mingyu cups one in his hand and brings his mouth to it. His lips suck on your nipple, his tongue flicking at it every so often.

Your body writhes under him as your fingers dig into his shoulder muscles. Mingyu’s cock is hard and straining in his pants and he so desperately wants to touch himself but also doesn’t want to pull any of his attention from you.

Mingyu’s hands move down your torso even further, his hands running over your waist and down to your hips. He balls the fabric of your panties in his fist, tugging at the lace slightly.

“F-fuck you’re perfect,” Mingyu mumbles into your chest before going back to mouthing at your tits.

Your hips buck up slightly and Mingyu drags one of his hands from his hips to press against your clothes slit. You’ve soaked through your panties and Mingyu moans into your skin at how wet you’ve gotten. He’s watched you touch yourself a million times and has seen how wet you get, but feeling it for himself makes his mind go fuzzy. His fingers push against your panties, slightly pushing them into you, collecting more of your arousal.

“G-gyu, please, need you.”

Mingyu pulls his mouth off of you to sit back. He looks over to the side, acknowledging Jungkook for the first time since he’s crawled onto the bed. His best friend is seated on a plush chair in the corner of the room, his eyes trained on where you and Mingyu are on the bed.

Jungkook makes eye contact with Mingyu before smirking and nodding slightly. “Go on Gyu, give her what she wants.”

With Jungkook approval, Mingyu hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down your legs, leaving you fully unclothed. Your legs part and Mingyu can see how slick your pussy really is.

Your cunt looks even prettier in person and Mingyu grabs your thighs and pushes them even further apart so he can slot his shoulders between them. He trails kisses along your inner thigh, move his mouth closer to your sopping heat. Mingyu hesitates slightly, before finally pushing forward and swiping his tongue through your folds.

Your arousal coats his tongue in a thick layer and Mingyu moans into your pussy at the taste. Your cunt is warm as Mingyu presses his face between your thighs, wrapping his lips around your clit. He tongues at the bud, stimulating you as you fist the sheets under you.

Mingyu can’t count the number of times he’s dreamt of this very scenario. His hands tighten their grip on your thighs as he doubles his efforts. His lips are restless as they play with your clit. Your moans are muffled above Mingyu’s head and they encourage Mingyu to keep going.

He can feel his chin already messy with your slick as he makes out with your cunt. His tongue intermittently darts out, lapping at your entrance. Mingyu’s brain gets more and more muddled as he continues to eat you out, already too lost in pleasure.

Mingyu squeezes his hand between his face and the bed so he can prod his fingertips against your folds. He traces your entrance before finally pushing a finger into you. Your cunt is warm and wet around his finger and he’s able to push a second one in as well.

His mouth doesn’t stop sucking on your clit as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you. His digits drag against your walls, pressing into you, looking for your sweet spot.

As Mingyu fingers you, his hips rut against the mattress, humping the bed to the rhythm of his fingers. His cock is leaking inside of his boxers and he’s relieved to have at least some kind of pressure against him. Mingyu’s letting out soft whines that mix with your own moans.

Your cunt is clenching around Mingyu’s fingers and he pushes a third one into you. His fingers curl into you and you whine, reaching down to pull at Mingyu’s hair. Mingyu knows that he’s found your sweet spot and he continues to abuse the spot, leaving you a mess of moans.

Mingyu’s lips suck hard on your clit, shaking his head back and forth against you. Your body tenses under him as you cry out, your legs shaking as you reach your high. Mingyu helps you through it until you fall limp to the bed, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

Mingyu finally pulls his mouth away from you, panting himself as he wipes your slick off his chin. His whole body feels warm from lust. He needs more of you.

“Such a good boy,” you mumble.

“Take your pants off Mingyu.” The voice startles Mingyu for a moment, before he realizes that Jungkook’s still in the room. When he glances over, his best friend looks the same as earlier, just now rubbing himself through his pants. Mingyu nods and starts to undo his belt, before he’s stopped by your protests.

“Let me help.” You move to stick on your knees, reaching over to undo Mingyu’s belt for him. When the belt is discarded on the floor, you start to work on his jeans. Mingyu can feel his cock twitching desperately as you slowly unzip his pants.

You lean down and start to trail kisses down his happy trail before putting your mouth directly on his bulge through his boxers. While still mouthing at him, you push his jeans down until they’re out of the way. Mingyu’s dick strains against his underwear which are already slightly damp from his precum.

You hook your fingers into Mingyu’s waistband before pulling his boxers down, letting his dick spring completely free from all confines. Mingyu helps you fully remove his clothing before you wrap your hand around his length, pumping slightly.

“Fuck Gyu, it’s so pretty.” You lean down and lick at his slit, collecting his precum in your mouth. “What do you want to do with it? Want it here?” You kiss his tip again. “Or here?” You sit back up and move forward to rub your pussy against his cock.

The idea of your lips wrapping around his cock, choking down his length makes Mingyu feel like a mad man, and under any other circumstances he would jump on the chance, but if he’s being honest he feels like he’s about to burst any minute now and needs to get inside of you.

“T-this one,” Mingyu whines out as you continue to rub his head between your swollen pussy lips.

“Good, I was hoping you’d say that.” You move away from Mingyu, only to lie back down on the bed and spread your legs, inviting Mingyu to come forward.

Your cunt is shiny with your arousal and your pussy lips are swollen from Mingyu eating you out. It’s nothing Mingyu hasn’t seen before, but now seeing it up close and in person has Mingyu mesmerized. He moves forward, hovering over you as his cock rubs up against your folds.

He leans down to suck at one of your tits again, busying his mouth as he lines the tip of his cock up to your entrance. He can feel your slick on his head as he slowly starts to push in. Mingyu whimpers into your chest, his hands clenched on your hips, as he starts to rut into you. His cock stretches out your walls and it takes him a moment to get all the way inside of you.

After a moment he bottoms out, his cock pushed all the way into your tight, warm walls. Mingyu’s never felt something so heavenly in his life. His cock is twitching with excitement as he drools precum into you. Your walls flutter around him as you adjust to his size and Mingyu has to put all his focus on your tits in his mouth so he doesn’t go completely mad at the feeling.

It doesn’t take long for you to start pawing at Mingyu.

“Please move,” you whine. “Need you to fuck me hard.”

Mingyu’s response is muffled against your chest as he pulls his hips back before slamming them back into you. He repeats the action over and over again until he’s thrusting into you in a quick rhythm. You’re panting as you dig your fingers into Mingyu’s shoulders.

With each thrust Mingyu buries deeper and deeper inside of you. He finally pulls his mouth off your tits to sit up, adjusting his hold on you so he can pound even harder into you. From this new angle Mingyu looks down at you. Your head is thrown back and your eyes are closed, completely lost in your pleasure.

Your tits bounce with each thrust and Mingyu realizes he’s not going to last much longer at this rate. He pushes your legs forward against your chest, spreading your pussy more as he fucks you even harder than before. Your moans grow frantic as you fist the sheets in your fingers.

“G-gonna cum,” Mingyu mutters. His cock is throbbing, desperately needed to find release.

“D-do it inside,” you whine. “Need your cum in me.”

Mingyu glances over at Jungkook, who’s eyes are still trained on the two of you. He’s stroking his own cock, which is starting to pearl at the tip.

“Don’t make her wait.”

That’s all Mingyu needs before his hips are stuttering inside of you and he’s painting your inside white with his cum. Mingyu’s whole body is coursing with pleasure and he thinks he whites out slightly. When he’s completely come down from his high he pulls out of you, his body slumps down against the bed beside you.

Mingyu takes a moment to recollect himself, trying to clear his mind from his post nut haze. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt so good in his life.

When Mingyu opens his eyes again he’s surprised to see Jungkook has moved closer. Jungkook has stuffed himself back into his pants, but the bulge it leaves is still apparent. He stands next to the bed, looming over you as his hand rubs at your pussy. Mingyu watches with awe as his best friend rubs at your clit. Your eyes are closed against as you buck your hips into Jungkook’s touch.

“You made quite the mess,” Jungkook says, addressing Mingyu. Mingyu doesn’t look at him though, his eyes still trained on Jungkook’s hand on your pussy.

Mingyu’s cum is leaking out of your cunt and onto the bed and Jungkook scoops it up with his fingers before pushing it right back inside of you. You gasp but otherwise accept the intrusion. The sight alone makes Mingyu’s cock twitch to life.

“Did her pussy make you feel good, pup?” Jungkook continues.

And shit well, Mingyu’s never been attracted to his best friend, or any man for that matter, but the sight of Jungkook fingering Mingyu’s cum back into his girlfriend while calling Mingyu a pup definitely makes his cock twitch.

Mingyu watches intently as your body starts to shake, your back arching up off the bed as you whine. Mingyu has watched your videos enough to know what you look like when you’re cumming and he watches as you fall apart on Jungkook’s hand.

Your hand reaches down to grab his wrist, stopping his motions.

“Sensitive,” you mumble. Mingyu just expects you to leave it at that but he’s sorely wrong as he watches you pull Jungkook’s fingers to your mouth, sucking your juices and Mingyu’s seed off of them. You’re making intense eye contact with your boyfriend as you do so, your tongue swirling around the digits, and Mingyu starts to feel like he’s witnessing something way too personal for him to be there.

When Jungkook’s fingers have been thoroughly cleaned by your tongue, you pop your mouth off his hand and start to paw at his pants. You pull him closer, your fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants as you attempt to strip your boyfriend down.

“Insatiable little thing,” Jungkook smirks as he quells your struggle and frees his cock for you. You don’t waste a moment, leaning forward to wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

Jungkook lets out a low groan and he automatically reaches down to push the back of your head further down onto his cock. Mingyu watches the bob of your head as Jungkook’s dick disappears farther and farther down your throat.

There’s a bit of saliva dripping down your lips, making a mess of both you and Jungkook. The wet sound of your mouth and the slight gag from Jungkook’s length hitting the back of your throat fills the room, making everything seem even more erotic and dirty. Mingyu feels a bit perverted, just laying next to you watching, but a part of him knows that you and Jungkook want him to see this.

This whole experience is new to Mingyu, and he’s taking in every moment that he can. As Sweetheart you never share any part of your face, and there’s a delight that fills Mingyu knowing he’s now the only person besides Jungkook that has seen what you look like with your lips wrapped around a cock, gagging on the length. It’s almost too hot to handle.

From the angle Mingyu’s at he has the perfect view of your pussy. Your lips are spread slightly, still shiny with slick, as you arch your back. Mingyu thinks about you being spit roasted between him and Jungkook. Your mouth working diligently at Jungkook, while your pussy squeezes the life out of Mingyu.

The thought is too good to be true though, and Mingyu embarrassingly still hasn't recovered from his first orgasm. That doesn’t stop Mingyu from imagining it though, staring at your juicy pussy as he does so.

“Fuck,” Mingyu hears Jungkook hiss. He looks up to see Jungkook’s forearms tenses as they grip onto your hair tight, helping you bob your head up and down. His head is tilted back and his eyes are squeezed shut as his hips shallowly thrust into your mouth.

Mingyu’s never been interested in seeing his best friend cum, but in this moment, he can’t take his eyes off of him. It only takes a few more bobs of your head and Jungkook is shuddering as he holds you down against him, your lips at the base of his cock.

When it’s clear Jungkook is finally done spilling into you, he releases his grip on you, allowing you to breathe properly. Your mouth is full of Jungkook’s cum and some of it starts to drip down your chin and fall right onto your tits. You giggle as you scoop it up and put it right back into your mouth.

“Can’t waste a drop, right?” You say to Mingyu, winking at him. “Still doing good there, big boy?”

“Y-yeah,” Mingyu stutters out, his voice hoarse from panting so hard earlier.

“Good, because I’m just feeling sooo empty and I would love if my two handsome boys could fill me up.” You spread your legs again, reaching down to push your puffy folds apart with two fingers. “Would you boys do that for me?”

Mingyu doesn’t understand how you have so much energy after being eaten out, fucked, fingered, and then sucking a dick, but he has to admit it’s incredibly hot and definitely doing it for him.

You move from where you’re laying and you crawl over to Mingyu, straddling his lap and pinning him to the bed. He can feel your heat press up against his cock and you grind down slightly and you lean in to whisper into Mingyu’s ear.

“Will you let me ride you, puppy? Use your fat cock to get myself off?” Your voice is somehow a mix of innocent and sultry at the same time and Mingyu involuntarily bucks his hips up against you. You chuckle slightly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You lift yourself up off of Mingyu slightly, only to reach down and line his cock up to your pussy. Your folds wrap around his head before you sink down, flushing your hips to his. Mingyu whines, his hands flying up to grip your waist tightly.

Mingyu only pulled out a few minutes ago, and yet he missed the feeling of your pussy around him. Your walls are warm and tight and Mingyu swears you’re clenching down on him on purpose.

“Mm, you fill me up so nicely,” you moan. You slowly start to bounce in his lap, lifting yourself up and down his cock. Your hands are planted firmly on Mingyu’s chest, using him as leverage. Mingyu pathetically helps guide you up and down, too distracted by how sexy you look like this.

Your skin is shiny with a light sheen of sweat and what Mingyu also thinks might just be a post-orgasm glow. Your naked body is warm and tantalizing as you roll your hips against Mingyu’s. You’re staring down at him, your eyes trained on Mingyu’s face as you smirk at him. It’s all almost too much for him.

When it’s clear that you’re satisfied with Mingyu, you lean forward, placing your tits right above Mingyu’s head. He can’t help himself, closing the rest of the distance to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. You gasp slightly, reaching down to cup Mingyu’s jaw.

“F-fuck,” you shudder out. “C’mon Kookie. Need you in me too.”

Mingyu can feel Jungkook climb onto the bed, and he’s thankful that you two own such a large bed or he doesn’t think all three of you would fit comfortably. Jungkook positions himself behind you, hovering over Mingyu’s legs.

Mingyu can feel you jolt slightly as Jungkook starts to open you up. You bury your free hand in Mingyu’s hair, tugging slightly. Mingyu doesn’t mind though, in fact he whimpers slightly against your breast.

Mingyu can hear the sound of Jungkook pressing a kiss against your skin before he spits and then a few seconds later you gasp. Mingyu can feel the bulge of Jungkook pressing into you, stuffing your other hole full of his cock.

“S-shit, you feel so good,” you whine. “Baby, please move.”

Your walls move as Jungkook slides out of you, only to slam right back into you. Your body lurches forward slightly, and you tighten your grip on Mingyu. Slowly Jungkook starts to build up his pace, until he’s fucking into you at a steady rhythm.

Mingyu takes this as his time to start thrusting up into you as well. He does his best to match Jungkook’s pace, as you start to grind down against both of them. Despite being completely composed a few moments ago, you’ve turned into a complete mess with two dicks inside of you. All you can get out is moans and whines and a few noncoherent sentences as you hold onto Mingyu like your life depends on it.

Your back arches as Mingyu tightens his grip on you, doing his best to fuck into you as hard as he can. Your walls are already spasming against him, your body trembling with pleasure. Over your shoulder Mingyu can see Jungkook and he doesn’t think his best friend has ever looked as good as he does right now. His hair is pushed back and his face is completely focused as he stares down at your ass, watching how his and Mingyu’s cocks split you open.

Above him, you bury your face into Mingyu’s neck, deciding to bite and suck at his skin to muffle your moans. Your body is on fire atop of him and Mingyu wraps his arms around your waist to pull you further against him, using the new grip to help his thrusts.

The whole situation seems so erotic, your gorgeous bare body pressed into his as he and his best friend destroy your holes. Mingyu can feel the blood pumping in his cock as his whole body starts to tingle.

“G-gonna cum,” he stutters out. “P-please let me c-cum in you.”

“Me too,” you mumble into his neck. “Fuck, cum all inside me. Fill me up.”

You move your mouth from Mingyu’s neck to his lips. You kiss him desperately, licking into his mouth as you cup his face.

“Go on both of you,” Jungkook finally pipes up, his voice deep and sultry. “Cum.”

Mingyu’s whole body shakes as he lets himself go, spilling right into your waiting pussy. It doesn’t stay there long though, as you quickly lift yourself up off of Mingyu, your legs trembling as a stream of liquid gushes out of you and right onto Mingyu’s lap. You break your mouth off of Mingyu’s so you can moan as you finish squirting.

Behind you, Jungkook is still fucking into you, quick and hard. You can’t hold yourself up anymore though, and you slump against Mingyu. Mingyu’s still out of it as well, and he absentmindedly rubs your back as Jungkook grunts, finishing inside of you as well.

Jungkook pulls out of you and leans down to kiss the small of your back before walking into the connected bathroom. You press a few more kisses to the corner of Mingyu’s mouth before rolling off of him. Jungkook walks back in with towels and hands one to Mingyu before starting to clean you off.

Mingyu wipes his lower half off before standing up, his legs slightly giving out on him before he gains his footing again. Mingyu feels like he’s moving in slow motion, his brain still slightly fuzzy.

Mingyu starts to pull his clothes back on as you and Jungkook do the same. Mingyu’s not quite sure what to do as he stands in the corner of the room, watching as Jungkook starts to strip the bed of the sheets. It's a bit weird to see the large bed without the now iconic white sheets on it.

The thought of just slipping out the front door crosses Mingyu’s mind, and he’s heavily considering it, when he feels someone wrap their arms around his waist.

“So, did you have fun?” You ask Mingyu. You’re staring at him with wide eyes and a grin.

“Y-yeah! Thanks for uh, letting me do this,” Mingyu responds.

“Of course! I’m wasn't joking Mingyu, I do really like you.”

The confession makes Mingyu’s heart flutter. Realistically, he knows that you’re with Jungkook and nothing will happen from this, but it’s still nice to know he’s not a complete fool or being so head over heels for you.

“She’s been talking about this since your little Twitter conversation,” Jungkook says as he walks back into the room from putting the sheets in the washing machine. “I’d be a little jealous if it wasn’t you, Gyu.”

“You know who I also think would really like you?” You ask, shooting Jungkook a mischievous look. “My viewers. They would love you. Don’t you think so Kookie?”

Jungkook just smirks. “You have to ask him first.”

“What about it Gyu? Wanna become a permanent stample on the Sweetheart page?” You hug Mingyu a bit tighter.

The idea drives Mingyu a little wild. Going from watching your content to being in it? Being able to fuck you on a regular basis?

“I- that sounds…yeah, I would,” Mingyu stutters out and you giggle.

“Yay! Looks like you have a competition Kook,” you smirk at your boyfriend.

“Competition?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Not when it’s Mingyu. I think both of us are going to have lots of fun with him. Won’t we pup?”

You and Jungkook both send Mingyu matching grins and Mingyu feels the excitement grow in him. Oh yeah, he’s going to have a lot of fun.

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Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny II

Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny II - Eris x Archeron!Reader

Summary: You find yourself ensnared by a sly, cunning fox. A very handsome, irritating one.

Warnings: none

a/n: sorry for the long wait with this one! Hope you guys like it!

Part I

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You slipped into the private library in the House of Wind, humming slightly to yourself. The faint scent of crackling embers and something else indiscernible met your nose as the door slammed shut behind you but you brushed it off, figuring it must've come from the fireplace on the other side of the large room.

You meandered to the section that was filled with romance books—the ones Nesta had made sure to stock up on ever since she became the owner of this place along with Cassian. You brushed your fingers against the spines of the books, pulling out some that had interesting titles and stacking them in your arms.

A Heart Ablaze.

The Prince of Fire.

Your skirt flitted against the tops of your boots as you walked. You bit your lip, pulling out another book. This one titled, The Flames that Bind Us. You’d read it before but it was one of your favorites.

“You should be a bit more aware of your surroundings, bunny. You have no idea what sort of monsters are lurking around.”

You gasped, jumping in fright and dropping your stack of books to place a hand on your chest. You whirled around with a wildly beating heart.

You had recognized the voice immediately but you were still taken aback to see Eris lounging in one of the armchairs by the fireplace. He was sprawled out in the chair like it was his throne, a glass of whiskey in one hand and his other lightly stroking the soft velvet of the armrest. His red hair gleamed the same color as the burning flames behind him.

Your gaze dipped to his chest, to his cream colored tunic that had a few buttons undone, exposing the silver layered jewelry resting against his chest. He wore dark brown breeches, perfectly tailored for his long legs and brown riding boots. How he managed to make such casual clothing look elegant and refined was beyond you.

When you met his eyes again, those devastating amber eyes, Eris gave you a fox-like grin that looked anything but friendly.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you bent down to pick up the books you had dropped. You held them against your chest like a shield.

“That is no way to address a Lord,” Eris purred.

You huffed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Apologies, my Lord,” you replied, sarcastically. “What a delight it is to see you again. What brings you to our humble court?”

Eris’s eyebrows rose in amusement.

“If you must know, I’m here for a meeting with your High Lord and Lady,” Eris said. “Pray tell, what are you doing here, bunny?”

His eyes darted to the books in your arms and you blushed, trying to discreetly cover the titles. Eris didn’t need to know your reading preferences.

“If you must know,” you said, mocking him, “I live here.”

You split time between here and the River House. Mostly because Nesta had once accused you of favoring Feyre. You hated nothing more than to be used as a pawn against your sisters. But being the youngest, your role in the family oftentimes required you playing mediator between your siblings. Sometimes, messenger too.

“Poor little bunny,” Eris teased. “Locked up here in a cage.”

“Stop calling me that!”

You glared at the handsome Lord, hating the way that made him seem even more amused.

Eris said nothing, just twirled the glass in his hands as his eyes assessed you. You felt the hairs on your arms stand up, felt a chill run down your spine at his look. His smirk never left his face. You were quite sure he had been born wearing it.

“Don’t you normally meet with Rhys and Feyre in Hewn City?” you asked, unable to take the silence. You should probably leave, but something kept your feet glued to the floor.

Eris shrugged. “Sure, when our business involves Keir.”

He spat out the older male’s name with disgust.

“I’m surprised they didn’t order you to stay in your room knowing I was here,” he continued, his amusement back once more. “Can’t let the little bunny be ensnared by a fox again.”

His grin was more of a display of teeth. It did nothing to quell your nerves.

“They never tell me anything,” you murmured, annoyed.

Your lips slammed shut when one of Eris’s eyebrows raised, like you had just unknowingly passed along information you shouldn’t have.

The doors to the library slammed open and you jumped, sucking in a breath at the sudden noise. Azriel stormed in, his eyes narrowed at Eris. You suddenly felt tense, sensing the way the energy seemed to shift in the room. He stopped once he was in front of you, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“What are you doing here?” he hissed at the redhead. “You’re supposed to be waiting for Rhys and Feyre in the war room.”

Eris didn’t seem frightened in the slightest, unlike most fae did when staring down the shadowsinger.

He plucked a piece of lint from his tunic, unbothered. “Apologies, shadowsinger. I got lost.”

You doubted that and by Azriel’s growl, you realized he did too. He turned to look down at you, his lips pressed in a straight line with a stern look.

“Go,” Azriel barked, nodding his head towards the door. You bristled at the command, as if you were a dog he could order around.

But it was Eris who stood to his full height and snarled, “Don’t speak to her like that.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. You stepped out from around Azriel to see Eris staring down the shadowsinger. You swore the flames in the fireplace grew, the crackling of the wood the only thing breaking the tense silence.

You shifted on your feet, clearing your throat as the temperature rose—Azriel’s shadows growing with it. You placed a hand on Azriel’s shoulder, trying to calm him.

“I’ll leave,” you said softly, glancing up at Eris but his focus was on your hand touching Azriel, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

“It was lovely speaking to you again, my Lord,” you said, sarcastically, bowing your head at Eris. At the sound of your voice, you watched as Eris’s mask slipped right back into place, all the tension leaving his body.

His gaze met yours and he shot you his infamous fox-like grin. “Indeed, Lady.”

Azriel growled, lowly, and that was your sign to leave. You scurried out of the room, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach—the ones that had been there since the moment you laid eyes on the handsome Lord of Fire.

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It had taken a lot of persuasion on your part, but you had finally talked Rhys and Feyre into letting you have more of a role in their court. They had decided to let you shadow Lucien as an emissary, but so far the only place you had gone with him to was the human realm—not that you minded.

You were currently in the deserted manor that Vassa, Jurian and Lucien were now living in since the end of the war. You had just had a meeting and dinner with them, but out of politeness, had offered to clean up which left you in the kitchen alone, scrubbing dishes. You supposed you could’ve used magic, but decided on doing it the only way you knew how: the human way.

“I thought I smelt a bunny in here.”

You let out a squeak of surprise, dropping the plate you were drying back into the filled basin. Water and soap splashed all around you, speckling the smock you wore over your dress and the counter.

You yanked a small hand towel free and began to blot at the water spots as you whirled around to face Eris. The grin he wore only infuriated you even more.

“Must you always sneak up on me?” you grumbled, tossing the towel back on the counter.

“You need to be more aware of your surroundings, bunny,” Eris purred.

“Oh, for Gods’ sake, stop calling me that!”

“Perhaps when it stops to suit you so well.”

“It doesn’t suit me now,” you argued back. “I am not some little bunny.”

“Are you sure about that?” Eris took a step towards you but something about his demeanor made you mirror his step backwards, your backside hitting the counter behind you. His grin sharpened at your movement.

“Are you scared of me, bunny?”

Your cheeks flushed, your heart skipped a beat in your chest.

“N-no,” you stuttered.

He took a step closer, that fox-like grin still on his face.

“Really?” Eris mocked. “You seem quite scared.”

“You tend to have that effect on everybody.”

“Do I?”

You knew he was teasing you, but it didn’t stop your heart from pounding nor did it do anything to quell the butterflies in your stomach. He was close enough now that you had to tilt your head back to look up at him. You had almost forgotten how tall he truly was.

You nodded, losing your voice as he took another step closer.

“And why is that?”

You cleared your throat, your hands finding the edge of the counter behind you so you could brace yourself. “It probably has to do with your reputation.”

“I have a reputation?”

The question sounded more like a joke on his tongue. Eris raised his eyebrows at you in suggestion and you swallowed audibly.

He took another step closer, now easily within reach of you. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, a small tremble shook your legs. But it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. It was more like anticipation. But for what? That was the part you couldn’t figure out.

“You know you do,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “You’ve gone to great lengths to make sure of it.”

Something inside of you could see the mask Eris liked to wear. Another step closer and you could feel the heat coming from his body. It seemed to reach out to you, like standing near a warm fire. Your body softened in response.

“You’re right. I have,” Eris cooed. “But I don’t care about everyone. I want to know if you are scared of me.”

He was so close now, only inches away from you, his handsome face looming over you. The sun setting caused a golden hue to stream through the window, making his crimson hair shine like molten metal.

“No,” you whispered, your head now fully tilted up to look at him. “But I think…I think I should be.”

Based on everything you had been told about him, at least.

Eris’s eyes darkened as he gazed down at you. The silence was thick, the tension in your body heightened. You were captive to his stare—to those whiskey amber eyes. Something ached terribly in your chest.

Eris reached out a hand, hooking some of your hair behind a pointed ear. He leaned down, resting his hands on the counter behind you, caging you in. It almost seemed as if he was going to kiss you but instead his mouth landed by your ear.

“You’re right, bunny,” he purred. “You should be.”

A chill ran down your spine as Eris stood back up. He seemed to relish in the way your body had responded to him, his grin turning smug and haughty. You should step away from him. Logically, you knew you should move. But something kept your feet ensnared—just like that day in the library.

His stare held an intensity that made your mouth dry. Something loomed beneath–the weight of all the secrets he seemed to keep. Your eyes were a stark contrast to his. Wide and full of every emotion that ran through you, no deception to be found.

Footsteps coming towards the door to the kitchen broke whatever spell you had been under. In a blink of an eye, Eris was almost on the other side of the room, his back resting against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

The doors pushed open and Lucien walked in. He paused on the threshold, his eyes narrowing on his brother before they drifted to you. He looked you up and down, as if he was inspecting you for damage. Seeming content that you were in one piece, he glanced warily at Eris.

He rolled his eyes at his brother’s grin.

“Leave Y/n alone,” Lucien grumbled. “She doesn’t like your little games. Come, you requested a meeting with me. Let’s get this over with so I take her home.”

He nodded his head towards the door before leaving Eris to follow him. Eris gave you one last parting look on his way out. A look that would linger in your mind for the following weeks.

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The Dawn Court was radiant and you couldn’t stop spinning in circles, taking in the opalescent golden stone palace, grand staircases and ornate archways. Morning glories wrapped around pillars, drooping wisterias hung from every railing. It was beautiful, breathtaking. You could hardly believe your eyes.

You smoothed down the skirt of your midnight blue ball gown, feeling slightly out of place amongst all the pretty pastel colors of the Dawn Court. It was the first time you’d been out of the Night Court, besides that slight, accidental trip to Autumn.

Later today, you would be meeting with the rest of the High Lords, as well as Vassa and her court to discuss a peace treaty. Rhys had insisted on bringing you despite Feyre’s hesitation. But he had made the point that the humans might take more kindly to someone familiar, someone who used to be like them.

Nesta had been the first choice, but she and Cassian were still away on their mating vacation. Elain had been set to come today instead of you until Rhys had found out that Lord Nolan and Graysen would be attending the meeting and thus, Elain was spared the uncomfortable reunion and you were put in her place.

Not that you were complaining. You were excited to finally be involved.

The courtier from Dawn led your group to the suite your court would be staying in. It was carved from sunstone, with a lavish sitting area and private dining room—all decorated beautifully with jewel-toned fabrics and cushions stacked along the thick carpet. Bird cages hung from the ceiling in the corner of the room, right next to a large window that overlooked the countryside.

Once the courtier left, Rhys was quick to throw up several wards around the room. “Don’t get too comfortable yet. Eris is slipping by to meet before the official gathering.”

Mor groaned and plopped down on a settee, throwing her arm over her eyes.

“Perhaps you’d like to go rest for a spell in your room, Y/n?” Your sister suggested.

You saw her words for what they were though. They didn’t want you around when Eris came. You might’ve tried to argue against it but decided to not push your luck today. They were already letting you come to the meeting.

You gave her a small nod and disappeared into one of the rooms. Still feeling a bit nauseated from all the winnowing, you laid down on the soft bed and drifted off into a mid afternoon nap.

It only felt like a second had gone by when you eventually woke. You cursed as you looked out the small bay window, seeing the sun far lower than it had been when you had fallen asleep. You rose quickly and smoothed out your hair and dress.

You sat down at a small vanity and touched up your makeup before finally leaving your room, not even checking if they were still in a meeting with Eris or not, not wanting to be late.

Your door creaked open and several heads twisted your way—including a very handsome one with flaming red hair. You blinked in surprise, your cheeks turning a bit pink at the sudden attention.

“My apologies,” you murmured, embarrassed. “I didn’t know we still had company.”

Your eyes darted to your sister, hoping she wasn’t upset with you, but Feyre’s face didn’t falter. Her eyes only softened as she looked at you. “It’s okay, we’re almost done here anyways.”

Eris shot up suddenly, knocking his chair back.

“What is she doing here?” he hissed.

Your eyes widened in shock, taken aback by both his words and his tone. Rhys’s eyebrows raised and Feyre frowned at the redhead.

“What does it matter to you?” Rhys asked, his face carefully blank.

Eris scoffed and straightened out the sleeves of his coat. The frazzled look in his eye flickered away and his perfectly crafted mask was back in place. “It matters little to me. But considering you’ve gone to such lengths keeping her hidden, I’m surprised you’d allow her here knowing who will be at this meeting. My father is going to be displeased to know that you have not three but four Made females residing in your court now. It might make him…less agreeable.”

“You think having her here is going to cause problems with your father?”

“I know having her here is going to cause problems with my father.”

You bristled at the way you were being spoken about as if you weren't standing in the very same room as them.

“Why should we care about your father’s feelings on the matter?” Azriel spat out, crossing his arms.

“You want him to sign your little peace treaty, do you not?” Eris sneered at Azriel, his tone full of condescension.

“We also need the humans to agree upon the treaty,” Feyre cut in. “And Y/n has been working with your brother as an emissary to gain their trust. Since Lucien cannot be here, it is vital that she is present at this meeting.”

“You're delusional if you think it’s going to be harder to get the humans to sign the treaty than my father,” Eris said in that haughty tone of his. “He still thinks about that kernel of power you took from him. Power is all that matters to him and having all four made sisters in your court is going to be an issue in his eyes.”

“We have other ways to entice your father,” Rhys said with a shrug.

You were still taken aback, unable to even form words to leave your mouth. You hadn’t been aware that your presence would cause such drama. You were nothing. No one. Just another Archeron sister. You didn’t even have powers outside the normal High Fae ones, like summoning things and winnowing.

You didn’t miss the blink of fear that passed through Eris’s eyes, but no one else seemed to catch it. He still stood, his palms now pressed against the table separating him from the rest of your court.

“Why is it that no one knows about her, anyways?” he asked. “Why is it that all reports only mention the other two sisters being put in the Cauldron and not Y/n?”

A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of your name on his lips. But whatever feeling that was passed as a memory of that horrid day came at the reminder of the Cauldron.

“Put the little one in first,” the King of Hybern ordered, smugly, as he kept eye contact with Feyre. She was pleading with him to let you go. Pleading and begging with her own life. You knew why he chose you to go in first. He knew that it would cause Feyre more grief, more stress.

The feeling of hands all over you as you fought against your binds. Hands that were dragging you closer and closer to the huge Cauldron that sat in the middle of the room. You were screaming through your gag. Tears were streaming down your face.

You could even hear your sister’s ex lover demanding the King put a stop to this.

“She is just a girl, a child,” someone in the room hissed. “Stop this!”

And you supposed you were—especially to the fae. You were almost seventeen, your birthday falling on the Autumn equinox, when both day and night were equal lengths. It was all you kept thinking about as you were dragged to the Cauldron.

Four months.

Four months until Autumn.

And then you had been pushed underneath the dark water and your humanity had been stripped away from you.

Your heart was pounding at the thought of that day, of everything that had happened afterwards. Eris’s eyes flickered to you for a moment and you got the sense that he almost knew where your mind had drifted. Feyre gave you a look of concern.

It struck you now that it had been three years since that day.

Three years.

Three years since your life had been forever changed.

“Your contacts must not be very good at their jobs,” Rhys said in answer to Eris’s question. But you were also pondering it. Why is it that most of Prythian did not know of your existence? Why is it that the reports of that day only ever mention Nesta and Elain?

Eris didn’t look like he believed Rhysand either.

“Fine, whatever, I don’t have time to argue with you. My father is expecting me back any moment now,” Eris finally said, standing to his full height. His gaze drifted to you for a second before he glared down at Rhys.

“Send her away,” he spoke through his teeth and then he winnowed away, leaving only crackling embers in his wake.

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a/n: I got a lil inspired by that tiktok audio that’s like “I’m spooky? Do you think I’m spooky?” or whatever for the kitchen scene if you couldn’t tell haha. I hope this second part did not disappoint! So sorry for how long you guys had to wait to read it!

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*If you asked to be on the taglist and you don't see your username, tumblr wouldn't let me tag you for some reason :(

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #acotar x you #eris fanfic #eris x y/n #eris x you #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris acotar #autumn court #archeron sisters

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joanquill · 3 months

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Reader with a Tattoo, Piercing (+ other details) Headcanons with Albert and Sherlock

How Albert and Sherlock would react to the reader having a tattoo, piercing, glasses, and long, wavy, thick hair in a braid.

Albert James Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes

A/N: The request had specific details, so I apologize for the title and the summary; I wasn't sure what to put on it :') Also, I forgot to say the Valentine's event is open ^^" you can check the rules here ^^ Tag/s: Fem!Reader, Headcanons, Long Warning/s: Historically inaccurate

Now, judgemental and prying eyes are nothing new to you.

Whether it's because of the spider bite piercing on the left side of your lips, the color on your nails, or the moon and star tattoo on the right side of your neck, you can see them wherever you go.

You never really care what others think, knowing better than to stick your nose in other people's business.

If you're lucky, the most people do is stare at you like some attraction.

The worst is when someone tries to call the cops on you for being a criminal just because of your tattoo and piercing.

Luckily, your bangs can shield some curious eyes, and your long braided hair could hide your tattoo somewhat from the distance.

Because of the harsh greeting you always receive when you go out, you usually keep to yourself, ignoring the public as you just keep living your life.

Albert James Moriarty

When Albert met you, you were a date to some noble, a target, moreover, showing you off like a trophy or exotic pet.

Your long, thick, and wavy hair was now tied to a braided bun, showing off your tattoo and piercing with your nails decorated in your favorite color.

It piqued his interest how you wore a piercing and sported a tattoo but questioned how you knew the noble you were with, knowing nothing of his connections to you.

He could tell you weren't enjoying the party with how the others reacted.

Asking you invasive questions, trying to touch your piercing and tattoo, and giving backhanded compliments.

Albert managed to help you, pulling you away from the public eye and leading you to the quiet gardens, letting you breathe for the first time that night.

You sincerely thanked him, unsure what you would have done if your temper got the better of you.

He planned to leave you alone that night or at least put some distance between you two, seeing as how you were bombarded with questions as the crowd got way too close for comfort.

But you insisted for him to keep you company, just in case some other party guests tried to disturb you.

Seeing as you could have some information on the target and he is curious about you, he agreed.

Apparently, you had no connection to the target before this night.

He found you while you were out and suddenly asked you to be his date, saying he would catch the eye of nobles with you on his arm.

And you only agreed because he only paid a hefty sum of money on the spot.

However, Albert warned that the noble has a history of buying women he found interesting, only for those women to disappear suddenly.

Seeing as how you almost lost your life tonight, you again thanked Albert but assured him you could fight, showing the pistol and dagger you hid underneath your dress.

Albert's smile slightly widened before going back to normal, growing more interested in you.

You spent the rest of the night talking to each other, avoiding your date, who apparently has a packet of sleeping drugs in hand, confirming your suspicions.

During your conversations, Albert noticed how your values aligned with theirs.

Your weaponry skills, which you happily showed to prove him wrong when he teased you, demonstrated to be quite handy for their cause.

And you seemed to have the determination they look for to change this cruel, unfair world.

When the party was nearly ending, Albert offered to bring you home, making sure you were safe before he and his brothers could take care of the target.

The next day, Albert told his encounter with you to his brothers, also catching their interest.

Seeing as you could be an ally, William orchestrated a test for you, and you passed.

Since then, you have been part of their group.

Your job in the group was to be Albert's partner in gathering information and fighting.

Slowly but surely, Albert fell in love with you.

Spending time with you, getting to know you better, watching you slowly come out of your shell, he knew he wanted to be by your side as his actual lover.

He even found you wearing glasses to be cute.

It wasn't hard to tell as well.

Everyone knew Albert held you in a special place in his heart, making sure you were unharmed and away from the judgemental eyes of high society.

Sherlock Holmes

As for Sherlock, you two met coincidentally.

He was out getting groceries (after John's constant lecture on responsibility and Miss Hudson's deadly glare) when he saw you buying some food.

He saw you from the corner of his eye and immediately became intrigued.

This man has no shame as he approaches you, giving a nonchalant hello as he introduces himself and offers his hand.

You hesitantly shook his hand, giving your name as he stared at you for a few seconds.

"Huh... Never seen decorated nails on a lady before," he grinned as he held your hand up, making you pull it back.

"W-What are you-"

"-Let alone ones on hands capable of handling a sword and a gun," he grinned as he leaned down to your height, making you turn away and fix your glasses.

"And a piercing and a tattoo on exposed skin..." he continued his deduction as he looked at you with curious eyes.

"Tell me, miss... did you do all this yourself?" he asked as he brushed off your braid, exposing your neck tattoo.

You quickly hid it again and looked at him with furrowed brows, baffled and shocked at the man's character.

You excused yourself, hurriedly walking off, but Sherlock followed you, asking questions that hit the mark or just pure curiosity.

"I'm guessing from the state of your glasses you don't wear them often,"

"Tell me, why a star and a moon specifically?"

"How did you get your nails decorated?"

This went on for a while until you stopped and glared at Sherlock, politely telling him to leave you as you held back your irritation.

Sherlock nonchalantly brushed it off, saying he just wanted to know more about you.

"All right... Now listen here-" you angrily pointed at him, making him grab your hand and inspect your finger.

"I see... You use flowers for dye..." he muttered as you pulled back your hand, dusting it off.

"I think I can make a better polish..." he added, making you freeze as you looked at him.

"Here," Sherlock took out a pen and paper and wrote down his address, "Come to this place next week at noon... Don't be late," he gave you the note as he waved goodbye, leaving you in bewilderment.

Despite your better judgment, you found yourself standing in front of 221B Baker Street.

And just like he said, Sherlock made some nail polish that was shinier, better color, and lasted longer than the ones you already own.

You asked why he would make them, and he shrugged and said he thought the material could help with his job.

After that, you would visit his place from time to time, growing to like his company.

Until one day, you found yourself visiting him every day, even coming to investigations with him and John.

Sherlock would even scold you if you would arrive later than usual.

You'd never admit it, but you were truly glad Sherlock approached you that day.

Sherlock doesn't know it himself... but he would start looking for you and craving your company.

Your relationship was more platonic at the start until it started growing into something more without him noticing.

Even John noticed his best friend's change of behavior, but Sherlock would rather die than admit he's fallen for you.

...Well, not before you admit your feelings for him.

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #albert moriarty x reader #sherlock x reader #albert james moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty #albert moriarty #ynm sherlock #sherlock holmes #headcanons

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kelpie-bael · 9 months

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@strawbubbysugar I should be sleeping but I can't so I threw together a quick fic of a personal head cannon I have of your au. (I have grey/blue eyes so i think it'd be cute that the reader has grey eyes and after the reader confirms Moon as their soulmate blue starts to appear in them)

This is after Moon soulmate confession while Sun is still not confirmed. I hope you like it!

It's during a small break you're spending with Sun that he notices something different about you. At first you don't really pay attention to it. Continuing to talk about what you enjoy about being a mechanic. Despite the handicaps of being colorblind, you enjoy working with wires. Fixing the little panels that get bent out of place and replacing components with newer better models, all things that bring fun into your work. You're about to continue on about the intricacy of soldering wires together when Sun interrupts you. It's not the energetic and soft way you're used to his speaking with. No he calls your name with awe and surprise, making you turn to look at him with a small smile and raised eyebrow.

"What's up Honeybee?"

You're not too bothered by the interruption. He always listens to you so well and always so interested in whatever you say that you're curious what could distract him enough to get your attention.

"Your eyes…they're different."

Out of reflex, you touch a hand across your eyes feeling for any scratches or bits of scrap covering them. A pretty common occurrence. But you feel nothing so you pull your phone out of your back pocket and open the camera. And you don't really notice anything unusual. You're still the same shades of grey you always are and nothing is out of place. Shifting your eyes back to Sun, you let concern coat your words as you reach a hand out to his face. You're careful not to touch him unless he wants you to and he leans forward without hesitation to rest his cheek against your hand.

"You sure your sensors are working correctly? I don't see anything that unusual. I can take a quick look and fix it up?"

It takes him a moment to process your words and then he's pulling away, gripping your hand in his own a little tighter than comfortable as if he doesn't want to let go.

"No, no! Everything's working fine, I promise! It's just your eyes have a swirl of blue in them."

You give him a smirk and tease lightly.

"And that is different from normal? I can't exactly see what color my eyes usually are Sunny."

He tilts his head to the side and then drops your hand, reaching out instead for your phone. You glance from him to your phone then give it over to him easily. He takes it eagerly and slides up next to you, a little closer than is appropriate. You feel heat rise to your cheeks and you stifle the movements of your fidgeting hands. Don't think of how nice it is to have him close, to touch shoulders. Think of Moon and how happy you are to even have a soulmate. You shouldn't regret not having another. He pulls your attention away with a finger pointing to your eyes displayed on the phone screen.

"Look here," and he traces a swirl of darker grey around your pupil that you missed before. "This is blue. It's quite pretty…Ah, but the usual color is grey. It reminds me off the pictures the kids show me of storms. Grey mixed so prettily with blue."

Transfixed, you trace a finger along the swirl and resist doing the same to your actual eye.

"Pretty?" You look into his eyes with wonder. "I can't imagine it…"

There's a slight pull of sadness in your chest as you try to conceptualize what it would look like and fail. You've had your whole life to get used to being different and you manage for the most part, but for some reason calling it pretty makes you desperate to know more. Loud whirring of his fans startles you out of the thoughts and you pull away slightly embarrassed for a reason you can't explain.

He's turned away from you now with your phone held out for you to take and you do so. The screen feeling too cold against the heat of your flusterment. Then he's pulling away, going off to the children's nook.

"Sun?"

You call out hesitantly, worries that you pushed him away somehow. He shuffles through a box of papers and pulls a stack out, triumphantly shouting a little and holding it over his. Skipping back over to you quickly, he shows you the first paper. It's a children's drawing, the lines wonky and crooked but you can easily identify the clouds and water droplets falling down.

"Whenever there's a storm, the kids like to draw the storm clouds and rain! A few have left their drawings here for me to keep!" He pulls out another drawing, but this one has a little girl splashing in a puddle. "I can't quite find the best visual aid, but the swirl is kind of like the ripple of this puddle. I can imagine a few drops of rain landing in the puddle of your eyes dyeing it with blue!"

He taps the drawing funnily with his fingers and makes little droplet noises and you laugh at the silliness.

"Is that so?"

"Mmhm!" He nods fervently and his sun rays spin lazily as he looks fondly into your eyes. "Very pretty!"

And wow, is it hotter in here? Because it feels like it's 10 degrees hotter. You flash him a nervous smile and fan yourself, making an excuse to escape the feelings bubbling inside you.

"Oh hahaha um suddenly I'm feeling quite hot, I should go get some water. My breaks pretty much over anyway. SeeYouLater!"

You rush out of the daycare as fast as you can without outright running away and you miss Sun reaching out to you, the words asking you to come back getting stuck in his throat as Moon begins to Wreck havoc in his thoughts

#fnaf sb #fnaf sun #fnaf reader #so(u)l #fanfic of fanfic #i really hope its good because it has stopped me from sleeping for the past two hours lol #headcannons

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asunnyh · 11 months

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∿ ░᪶⃗ 🥢៹┊ easy talk ;; Shikanoin Heizou

cw: fluffy, confession (sort of), not reviewed, gn reader

notes: I can't take him off my mind help

"I fell in love with a detective."

You said simplistic, casually passing your eyes in the beige pagers of your next mission, letters and letters with such detailed instructions you don't get surprised to see a ink blot in some places of the page, like the writer, for an instant, forgot they were writing and soon enough the a weird circle was made.

"Oh, is that so?" Heizou voice sounded too close to where you are, out of the corner of your eye you can see him at your side, your arms almost touching.

"Yes... do you have any tips?"

"Tips?" he clicked his tongue, a mix of disgusting and amused through both his expression and his note of voice. You didn't dare to look straight to his eyes, too afraid you'd lost yourself into it too easily, even if the pages aren't that interesting.

"I don't want him to discover it, how can I make a detective doesn't see through my fail acts that I'm madly in love with him?" You explained calmly, looking for a courage it just happened to you got so suddenly and, Archons, you could even feel your subconscious already thanking don't know how many Gods for didn't stutter.

"Madly in love?" He repeat and you could, almost, too near to completely sure of, that the color of his words had a hint of jealousy, disbelief and avoiding liking tone.

"Did I accidentally broke you?" You tease, for a detective, was he really completely clueless?

The leading thing your eyes catch when you decide to look at him for the very first time from what looked an eternity of doesn't observing the little points in his cheeks was his own green eyes inspecting you. The shiver that passes through your spine when his stare is directed straight to your own eyes felt way too real, enough for you to fake-cough and avoid his sharp expression.

"Oh" Heizou mumbled, you could even see the bright smirk that adorns his lips just by the way he pointed the word and only here you notice your cheeks was slightly warmer than normally would. You cough again.

"It depends" He start speaking; by now, it's clear the amused shade, the way he is sure he is going to have a lot of fun from this "If they are a good detective, they'll know, don't matter how hard you try to hide it"

"And if they're a bad detective?"

You couldn't stop the laugh that scape your mouth when you saw the completely offended expression Heizou's face had, looking at you in disbelief before his words sounded again.

"Oh please, I think you are capable of liking someone smart."

You laughed again, — you didn't know, but he could not avoid to get his expression softened at this view of you.

"And what you mean by it?" You ask with a smile in your lips, looking at him (not eyes, never eyes when this close).

"I simply think you're the kind of liking a good detective, I mean, someone sharp enough, you're too good for falling for a detective who can't even tell your feelings towards them."

"I guess I can't say otherwise, can I?" You asked still with a smile, it's clear you both could have some fun in this little game of yours, and as a plus you are having fun by his reactions.

"Of course not" He says almost immediately, but recover himself very quickly, and with a smirk he lean closer to your face, only to put in place a lock of hair that went out of place, moving away as he speaks "And may I know who is the definitely sharp detective you fell for?"

Your heartbeat stops and speeds up at his tone almost too soft. It's not some quiet voice he usually uses, and even if the teasing still (of course it still-) he reverberates way too kind, almost with a hint of pure lovely esteem.

You could only sigh, looking away once more, a genuine smile as you spoke in the same accent.

"Can't the best detective of Tenryou Commission discover?" You tried, and note in the tried, tease, but you only got a small chuckle of Heizou.

"I can, obviously, but I still want you to say it"

"..."

"You're a little rascal, aren't you?" You said with an accusing expression, getting a ' surrounded ' gesture of him, who laughed at it, nodding as he talks.

"But you fell for it."

"Yeah, I did."

notes: I hope someone likes it alnxosms I feel quite silly so I wrote this but too lazy to re-read to see if it's makes sense so sorry for anything and by any case I can always use the "not my first language" card 🙏🏻 /hj

anyway I hope you liked it and even if not thank you for reading <3 hope you have a great day!

#genshin #genshin impact #heizou #heizou x reader #genshin x reader #heizou fluff #genshin heizou #genshin impact heizou #heizou genshin impact

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yo! i dunno if you've made a post on this before, but i'd be interested to hear details about epione (+ any other tavs)! what's her story? what's she like?

Hey, yes, hi, hello! This is one of those questions that I crave to be asked constantly but also fear all who do will come to regret. I can not be normal about my kids. Especially Epi. She’s my little creature and I cry about her a lot. Thank you so much for asking, and I apologize for the wait!

I do plan on making a more in depth introduction post at some point, so if you like her that’s on the way.

Epione! Far more commonly known as Epi though.

She is a grown up urchin, still trying to find her place in the world. Life has been testing her from the day she was born. Started out in a orphanage that didn’t treat her kindly. Ran away when she was seven to the Lower City, where she promptly met what would become her Mol. Her and her bosom companion, Vestia, grew up alongside eachother in a pick pocket crew and when they hit their teens started a chaotic ride or die relationship. It ended in tragedy when Vestia’s ambition and selfishness found her doing jobs for the Zhentarim as Epi began trying to “go straight” and work her way to a normal life. Vestia agreed to make the attempt, but continued doing jobs behind Epi’s back. When she found out and tried to confront her, shit hit the fan at the wrong time. Flaming Fist made an appearance, and Epi took the fall for the job Vestia was running for the Zhent- spending the next 80 years in prison for it while Vestia climbed the ranks of the Zhentarim and ended up one of their top dogs by the time of the game.

Epi got out of prison about 6 months to a year before the game starts. She found a job as a carriage driver, and essentially plays the role of a chatty cab driver. I do not know for a fact if that is lore compliant due to the animal ban in BG, but we see carts around all parts of the city in the game and it’s an important headcanon for me that I’m too attached to so it stays. It’s one of the reasons she has 3 levels in bard. She has no training but she is a chronic story teller. She has a shitty apartment, few long term friends, and a burning desire to make something of herself that is more than what people see. Above all else, she is a survivor and a hard worker.

Oh and like. As a minor, only slightly important bit- she’s also a cambion. A long lost daughter of Mephistopholees to be exact. One of seven cambion children he had with divine soul sorcerers to aquire enough divine energy to usurp Azmodeus to be exact. Her older brother was sent to fetch her when she was born, and was pissed at his dad so conveniently misplaced her at the orphanage. They cropped her wings in a bit of anti-tiefling sentiment (tieflings can technically be born with wings too so nobody suspected she was a cambion from the start.) So Epi does not find out about her heritage until early Act 3 of BG3 because of Raphael. Yes, he found her alliance with Astarion incredibly humorous because neither knew they were the run away missing ingredient in a plot Mephistopholees was trying to pull. I want to note, this was a plot I came up with in 2020/2021 so finding out Astarion’s infernal pact info was INSANE playing it real time.

She will be getting her wings back courtesy of Raphael in Act 3, and it will be a bit of an ugly transition with a dash of identity crisis.

ALSO she’s supposed to be a lighter pink than shown in some screenshots. Her original colors were removed in the full release so sometimes she’s got a hot pink look to her when it’s really supposed to be a bit more pastel. She’s actually pretty insecure about being so pink, she feels like people don’t take her seriously because of it. It makes life difficult for Astarion when he wants to put her in nice clothes. She hates stuff that draw attention to her.

General info:

Age: 226

Class: 9 levels of wild magic sorcery (headcanoned to be infernal but unstable cause she’s got no training) and 3 of lore bard so CUTTING WORDS

Romance: slow burn rivals to lovers with Astarion

She has a mouse/rat companion named Todd that has had it’s lifespan unnaturally extended by her magic

Epione is technically a part of a custom party that has many more Tav’s in it which I will put much more briefly under the cut 💖

It says Brendan, but it’s a cover name. This is the human form of Jehvka, which is Epi’s older brother. He’s always kept an eye out for her where he could from a distance, and tries to infiltrate the Mindflayer ship to save her. Unfortunately he gets stuck in the same situation and has to play along. It’s nice for him though cause he actually gets to know her and befriend her, but it sucks cause he gets deeper and deeper into the lie about who he is. He’s a very witty devil may care type. Comes off like the big scary brooding guy, but does it intentionally to throw people off gaurd when he gives a big smile and hits them with a pun. Romances Gale. Winds him up by playing dumb during his info dumps and pretending he’s never heard of basic things like “the weave.”

Mizzyrm. She’s going to be the other half of Lae’zel’s evil cultish culture duo. Wizard from Menzoberazzan who channel’s her “evilness” in to extensive research. Which is so important she finds herself hardly leaving her lair, and thus is spared from having to attent soirée’s where no less than 3 murders will occur and everyone is mean to eachother. She is shaped by her culture, and definitely has a dark side because of it. Her research is primarily about how to magically hurt people faster. But she’s got a softness in her that makes her just kind of retreat from her peers when she can get away with it. Basically an evil introvert. When she get’s to the surface, it isn’t going to take her long to warm up to the idea that maybe there’s a different way to live. But she gravitates to Lae’zel because it’s familiar and a dynamic she understands. Also she thinks her mom would approve.

TYPHON. My head empty no thoughts but “do you think lifting this boulder over my head will impress the babes?” Dark Urge boy. He’s going to be the fun stabilizer of the group who encourages everyone to work together. Probably unironically makes people do group huddles and say “go team” before getting into battles. Invented the “bhaal-tap” locker room maneuver. Is sufficiently horrified by his dark urges, his mantra about it is “be cool, man just be cool.” He will likely get a little more serious on a narrative level, but he will not stray far from his Ken roots.

Anathema 2.0

Repressed Rich Virgin Syndrome has taken a devestating toll on her. She is the daughter of patriars who simply don’t have time to raise kids, so she was raised by a very religious nanny and then sent to a convent for a while. She’s only recently been brought home due to a politically advantageous betrothal. She doesn’t have much of an opinion about it because she doesn’t have a lot of opinions about anything. Other people tell her what to do and think. She’s insufferably naive and ignorant and rich. She’s going to turn red with embarrassment and mortification every time Karlach says fuck in her general viscinity, because she has literally never heard a swear word prior to meeting her. Yes, Karlach is going to teach her how to be her own person and be rebellious and think for herself. Yes they are going to elope. No it won’t be until after Gortash causes mayhem and drama.

BONUS PICTURE: VESTIA. My toxic queen. Stay awful, my love. She’s the kind of character that is there narratively to cause problems but you feel bad about it because you know she deserves growth and good things too, but her entire point is to be an example of what happens when you DON’T grow and just get worse. Astarion wants to see his reflection so bad, this is it. A warning sign not to ascend cause it will leave you lonely in the end.

#brekkie asks #oc: epione #oc: Jehvka #oc: anathema #oc: Mizzyrm #oc: vestia #oc: typhon #Bg3 tav #tav #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #not supposed to be this long but im a menace

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 9 months

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Chapter 23 of 'Artificial Wingman!'

For the full story on AO3, click here!

Enjoy!

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Danny didn't know what he expected to happen after his sister and Robin's older brother left, but being locked in the most intense staring contest of his (after)life was not on the list. Yet that was where he found himself, sitting on Harley's beaten up couch with a surprisingly soft throw blanket draped over his shoulders, his glacial blue eyes locked with the Silvery blue of Robin's sister.

She was completely silent as she watched him, and Danny couldn't shake the feeling of being analyzed. Every twitch, every odd hitch in his already slow breathing, seemed like it had been noticed and filed away in some sort of filing cabinet in her head. Yet, strangely, the teen didn't feel threatened. Yeah, her intense attention was a bit uncomfortable, but it didn't feel malicious at all. Unlike Vlad or his parents, who examined every step he took and every move he made like he was some impossible enigma they were trying to dissect, her attention felt more... curious than anything else. That was probably the only thing that kept Danny from turning invisible.

"Soooo," He drawled, drawing the word out as finally broke eye contact, turning to look at a point just over her shoulder. There was an odd spot on the wall, a patch that looked like water damage. "I, um. I don't think we've been properly introduced to each other." Blinking, he tore his eyes away from the spot on the wall, but still couldn't bring himself to meet her probing gaze a second time. That bit of hair that hung just shy of her eyebrow was a good spot to look, though. It felt less like he was talking to the wall, at least. 'Ancients, why do I feel so nervous? She's just a person!' The teen scolded himself mentally. "I'm Danny."

Across from him, the girl chuckled. "Hello. I'm Cass." She signed to him, Spelling out her name before using a little gesture and pointing to herself. "It's nice to meet you finally, face to face." Face to face? What did she mean- Oh, right. She was at the Grocery Store, that one day he and Robin had been out hunting down the ingredients for the cure. The cure, which was currently sitting in his bag, resting just a few feet away on the coffee table.

Before his thoughts could spiral down that path, Cass tapped on the table infront of him. Blinking, he shot her bashful smirk, his face flushing slightly in embarrassment. "Sorry, got lost in though for a minute." He apologized.

She merely smiled back, signing a quick, "its alright," back at him. When the teen lapsed back into silence, she made a little humming noise before signing a question. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"Uhh... I know a lot about space?" He offered hesitantly, not quite sure what she was wanting. Obviously she was trying to make small talk, but the halfa didn't know she wanted to hear more about him, or if she was attempting to turn it into a conversation about her interests. Or maybe he was just overthinking it, his brain running twice as fast as it usually did, now that it had regained most of its normal function from whatever drug was in his system.

'Yeah, I'm definitely overthinking it.' The teen just barely avoided grimacing at his internal monologue.

"Oh, yes. Robin told us about that." Cass signed to him, pulling him from his thoughts again. "He sent me a picture from the Planetarium."

"Huh?" Danny voiced dumbly, his mind going blank for a second as she pulled up a picture on her phone. The image was a bit distorted, a green and blue film warring on the screen. But he could clearly make out the image underneath all the odd coloring. An image of himself, eyes dilated and hair floating in an odd way, as if it was caught in a current. The most obvious thing in the picture however, was clearly glowing frecles that adorned his face, casting an eerie blue and green glow over his cheeks and chin, making the way his eyes reflected the flash all the more noticable.

Danny could feel the blood rushing to his face as he covered his reddening cheeks with his palms. Closing his eyes, he groaned lowley to himself, ignoring the near silent chuckles that spilled from Cass. "I didn't know he took a picture. I didn't even see him take out his phone!" he whined, groaning again as Cass's laughter grew slightly louder.

When he finally brought his hands down, she smiled apologetically at him. "Don't feel bad," she told him. "Robin is really good at doing things stealthily."

Danny gave her a ruthful grin, nodding. "That makes sense, what with the vigilante thing." Sighing, he leaned back into the couch, tugging the blanket wrapped around him until it rested comfortably over his legs. "I can be pretty stealthy too, but that's mainly because of..." he trailed off, just realising that maybe it wasn't the best idea to go around boasting about being half ghost.

"Powers?" Cass signed, finishing his sentence for him. He nodded, figuring it was a bit to late to censor himself now. She made an "ah," noise, mimicking zipping her lips.

"Thanks," he murmured, appreciating her gesture. They both slipped back into silence, though it wasn't as awkward as before. The peaceful quiet was broken by the shattering of some ceramic object, followed by a disappointed moan. They both looked towards the source of the noise to see Robin stalk out of the kitchen with a plate of fruits, glaring at the blond that followed him.

"That was one of my favorite plates!" She pouted, looking mournfully at the few shards she carried with her.

"If you cared for it so much, then perhaps you shouldn't have thrown it." Robin retorted, settling down in his seat next to Danny. The teen carefully set the place down on the table infront of the teen, gesturing towards it when he only gazed at the bunch of grapes and fruit slices curiously. "Eat. You are far too skinny and light."

Danny huffed at the boy, still too tired to argue much, before popping one of the grapes into his mouth. "My weight didn't seem such an issue before. What changed?" He asked, letting his head drop until it rested just above Robin's shoulder.

"What changed was waking up with your boney elbow pressed into my stomach." The teen reached up and pulled Danny's head down the rest of the way. "I could tell you were a bit underweight before, when I carried you, but your clothing has been a bit.... baggy, up until this point, so I had no idea just how thin you actually were."

Noticing that Danny had stopped eating, Robin grabbed an apple slice from the plate and held it to he mouth, not bothering to speak until Danny bit into it. "As long as you are in my care, I intend to feed you as much as possible. Pennyworth would be disappointed in me otherwise." The teen sniffed, grabbing another grape and handing it to the ravenette.

Danny snorted, chewing the fruit and swallowing before he attempted to respond. "I've always been on the skinneir side, so it's not that big of a deal, y'know?" He said in an attempt to placate the teen.

It didn't work, if the frown on Robin's face was anything to go by. "Well," he tilted his head in an almost challenging manner, "I suppose that is just something that we will have to remedy." He didn't give Danny a chance to respond, practically shoving another apple slice into Danny's mouth when he went to protest. He huffed at the teen, chewing the slice obediently.

Beside them, Cass let out a giggle. Danny merely huffed again, deciding to focus on the fruit instead of acknowledging her amusement. Robin didn't appear bothered by her laughter, instead humming pleasantly as he picked another slice up from the plate, a pear this time.

Part of Danny felt annoyed at being hand fed like this, but another part practically purred at the attention and care the teen was giving him. The halfa ignored them both, still not all there mentally at the moment. It most certianly wasn't because he couldn't tell if it was his ghost half or his human half that yearned for the moment to never stop. Not at all.

Sadly for whichever half that was, the moment seemed to end once Danny had cleared the plate, only leaving behind the sticky residue from the cut fruits on it's ceramic surface. Having watched him (and helped him) finish off the plate, Robin shot him a slightly smug yet oddly warm smile as he stood to take the plate back the the kitchen. Once again leaving him alone with Cass.

The woman snickered silently as Danny shifted, obviously sensing his embarrassment with what had just occured. Before he could say anything, (what was he supposed to say after that?), Cass was signing at him again. "You two are adorable together," her grin widened as Danny felt blood flood his face. Groaning, the halfa let his head fall back against the couch, closing his eyes, as if that would help him escape the situation.

'Jazz, stop flirting with the Hood guy and get over here,' the teen desperatly thought. 'I don't know how much more teasing and coddling I can take.' Knowing his sister, the teen knew he would learn what his tollerance level for embarrassment would be. And after all his humiliation at school, he knew that it would be a while before they hit the bar.

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By the time Jazz finally pulled up in the Speeder, Danny was contemplating just letting his intangibility wash over him. The only thing that stopped him from actually doing it was the knowledge that Jazz would never let him live it down. And that she would definalty tell Sam and Tucker. So it was safe to say he was very, very happy to hear the familiar hum and rumble of the interdiminsional hover car.

Honestly, it wasn't that bad, all things considered. The light ribbing that he got from Cass and Harley was embarrassing for sure, but it was all lighthearted. Much different from the snide remarks and mocking tones of the A-listers. It was nice, in a way, more like the way he and his friends picked on each other.

That didn't make him any less excited when he heard the firm, heavy knock on the front door before Jazz strides in, followed closely by a raven haired man with a white streak through his hair. Danny couldn't help but stare at him, tilting his head as a questioning chrip slipped from him.

Three things happened at that moment. Harley and Cass looked at him, both a bit confused and surprised at the most definatly not normal noise he made. Damian glanced between him and the man, seemingly unsure of what to say. Jazz, the most liminal person in the room, opened her mouth, probably to answer his unvoiced question. And, perhaps the most surprising of all, the man seemed to freeze in place.

Danny watched the man's eyes widened, taking on a slightly green tint as he met the teen's gaze. "What-" before Danny could ask the man anything, he seemed to swallow hard, his throat working as if there was a physical blockage. A croaking, whistle-like sound resounded from him, catching the attention of everyone else in the room. The man's face scrunched slightly, almost like he didnt' know what he was doing. Coughing a bit, he cleared his throat, and... Chrrup?

Danny blinked. That was... not what he was expecting. He chirped back, not really sure what else to do in this situation. The man mimicked his chirp, the dazed look slowly leaving his eyes and being replaced by a look of confusion. "What the fuck was that?" He asked, his voice shaking slightly.

Danny didn't answer him, instead turning his gaze to his sister. "How the heck did you find a liminal in less than two hours?" He asked, half exasperated and half dumbfounded.

Jazz returned his look of confusion with one of her own. "You couldn't tell he was liminal?" She asked, not bothering to answer his question.

"What the hell is a liminal anyways?" Harley piped up, her gaze switching between the three ghost-adjacent people in the room.

It was Robin who answered her. "I would assume that a liminal is someone more in tune with the dead than a normal person." He turned to look at Danny. "Is that right?"

"Uh, yeah. Basically, a liminal is a person that has been around ambient ectoplasm enough for it to change them. Usually, it makes them a bit more ghost like, whether it be physical changes like fangs or eyeshine, or the development of weak ghost powers like intangibility or enhanced empathy." Danny turned away from his staring contest with his sister to look at Robin as he explained. "My sister and my friends are a bit more liminal than others, and it's not exactly rare to meet someone who is at least a little liminal." He turned to the man once more, this time stretching his senses out.

Almost immediately the teen was assaulted by the bitter taste of rage. His face contorted at the unpleasant acidic flavor it left behind. Under the thick layer of rage, there was the slightly tangy taste of confusion, along with the slight lemon-like taste of fear. He was about to pull back when another taste hit him. The teen had to physically restrain himslef from full body flinching away from the man at the soured-milk and rot that overpowered everything else.

"Jeeze!" Danny smacked him lips, trying to get the perceived taste out of his mouth. "What cesspool have you been hanging around?" He asked the man.

"Danny!" He sister scolded, reaching over to cuff his head. He ducked, her fingers barley brushing his unruly hair.

"What?" He asked, glaring at her childishly.

"You can't just ask people that! Its rude!" She chided, returning his glare with one of her own.

"Trust me, Jazz. If you could sense what I just sensed, you would be asking the same question." He leaned away from her, just in case she tried to cuff him again. "Whatever ecto he was exposed to is bad. Like, not changing the filter in forty years bad. Dude needs a spa day badly." He shot the man another glance with a low, "No offense," before meeting his sister's stare again.

"None... taken?" He looked between the siblings, trying to digest the info given. "Wait, so I'm a liminal-whatever, what does that even mean? And what the heck is ectoplasm?" He turned to Robin, looking incredibly lost.

"I mean, I just explained what Liminals are. It just means you've been hanging out around death-ooze for long enough to get some freaky ghost abilities, but without the being dead part." Danny broke off his staring contest finally, giving the man his full attention. "And ectoplasm is a green, glowy, kinda radioactive substance that comes from the afterlife. It can leak into the mortal realm sometimes through natural portals, but it usually gets absorbed pretty fast. Whatever you've been hanging around is a prime example of why chores are so important in my house. Congealed ectoplasm left out to sit, or mixed with anything besides fresh ecto is not the safest thing. Especially for mortals. Even in ghosts, it can have some really adverse reactions. Wouldn't surprise me if you're experiencing some of the side effects of it."

The room fell silent after that, half of the room thinking about how eerily close that description was to the Lazerus Waters. Though, it would explain some things, if it was true.

Everyone was startled out of their thoughts by Jazz clapping loudly. "Okay! As fun as whatever that was, is. I believe we have more important things to be doing?" She gave everyone in the room a pointed look before turning back to her brother. "Danny, the Liminal guy is Jason. He said he has somewhere that we can hide out with the Speeder while you recover and work on the Portal gun."

"Sweet, really?" Danny looked over to the man, Jason, and went to smile before he paused. "Wait..." he narrowed his eyes at the man, eyeing him suspiciously. "How do we know he isn't some wacked out fruitloop? And what happened to that Red Hood guy you left with? Where did he go?"

Jason's face scrunched up at the fruitloop comment, a denial on his lips, but Jazz beat him to it. "Danny!" She scolded him again. "First off, he isn't some wacked out fruitloop, have a little faith in me. And second, are you seriously that dense?" Danny blinked at her, a small look of afrontment on his face that Robin fought not to laugh at.

"Hey! I'm not dense!" He protested.

She merely raised an eyebrow at him, sending a pointed glance at Jason before going back to him. "Do you really not know who this is?" She asked, amusement coloring her tone.

Danny turned his attention back to Jason, staring at him intently. Now that he was focusing on him, he did seem vaguely familiar. But he hasn't met people in this universe, so if Jazz expected him to know who Jason was, then he had to have met him one already, right? If that was the case, then the only people he has met here would be Robin's brothers. He wasnt Dick, too tall and buff, not to kention he would be sporting a bruise from that punch, so that would leave...

"Wait, Redhood?!?"

"About fuckin' time!"

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(I know there are probably some Grammer and/or spelling mistakes, but it's okay because I tried my best!)

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babstheyaga · 4 months

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Now, I don't want to make requests cuz i don't want you to feel forced at all, I'd hate to make you feel like that,but I think bee just deserves a good dose of cuddles and praises from yn, he's a sweetheart and he deserves love

(I personally don't like jazz, I love his design but can't stand him for the rest(wich is totally ok you made a great character))

(also have some questions about ratchet but I don't want to spoiler anything so do I send you a private message or ask it here anyway?)

ALSO THAT CHAPTER WAS SO FUCKING GOOD I LOVED IT IT'S ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SO FAR💞

I always put warnings for possible spoilers related to FMOD, so you can always ask any form of question in my inbox, but if you just don't feel like it, anyone and everyone is totally allowed to message me personally!

You're the first person I've heard say they don't like Jazz romantically! Wow! Interesting... Going to get my note pad and have to study you... Hmmmmm....

Also, here lol 🏃‍♀️

I DON'T fucking want it right now!

"SUCK IT UP! You haven't eaten in fucking 5 days, idiot! Give me your arm!"

I said I don't want it!

"AND I SAID SUCK IT UP!"

Arcee and BumbleBee were arguing. It was the first time I had seen them actually fight.

Arcee was trying to give him his needed feeding tube. It was a rather bad week, more so month, of him barely being able to eat anything. He was still muscular, but they were slowly fading, his ribs I had never seen before were morphing around his skin.

Arcee was having me hold his hand, it seeming to be the only thing that was stopping him from getting up and knocking the purple-haired woman's teeth out.

He was anything but happy, obviously he wasn't. I had never heard of the eating disorder ARFID up until I had met him. The more and more I stayed around him, the more problems I realized he had.

His normal food that he would go to was grilled cheese, or even half a jar of peanut butter, but this week, a bad week, seemed to be worse off for him.

He was refusing to put anything in his mouth, and I think not only me, but everyone around him was growing to worry if he was becoming more avoidant towards things he normally found comfort in.

He hadn't touched peanut butter in a solid three weeks because he said one jar tasted old. He found mold on a single slice of cheese and had a rage fit where he had to use a punching bag for three hours. And don't even get me started on the slightly color-faded m&m in his shareable bag...

He was getting worse by the day, and at this point, he refused to go into the same room as Ratchet in fear of him lecturing him.

And so here we are now, Arcee was the one who had to take matters into her own hands because he avoided everyone but her, me, and Jazz.

Do you have ANY idea what the hell is in that?!

"Vitamins, protein, ya' know, THINGS THAT KEEP YOU ALIVE?!"

I don't give a shit. Get it away from me.

"OOO you- I want to- I'm gonna- JUST." She took in an obnoxious breath, closed her eyes, and forced a very awkward smile. "Bee... Honey, sweetheart, darling... If you don't let me put this in your chesssttt," She had a sing-song tone, her face looking crazed. "Then I will be forced to put it in your nose!"

F-A-T FUCKING CHANCE!

"THEN LET ME DO MY THING GODDAMMIT!"

"BumbleBee?" My voice was low, soft, and fearful. His stare down with the absolutely livid female broke instantly, his expression softened and he shot his sight towards me.

He was in a gentle rut. All I needed to do was be sweet with him and he would swoon and melt.

"If you want, um... I can go get something to eat? Maybe some crackers or something?" I asked. "I-It can be like a little dinner date." It was slightly pathetic, I was never flirtatious with him, nor ever outright asked to do something romantic, but he looked like he took the bait.

The pure shock on his face stood for a long while, the three of us dead quiet, eager, desperate for him to answer in any way, shape, or form.

I was embarrassed, probably more than I should be. Me and him were more than just friends, obviously, we had to be. He took my virginity, he flirted with me, hell, he has the title husband for a reason.

He blinked, showing the first sign of movement. He looked down my body for a moment and now rapidly blinked as if shaking himself out of a trace.

Yeah... Yeah that would... He brought a hand to the side of his face, feeling the heat escape his darkening cheeks. Yeah sure. You can... Yeah...

I nodded my head, giving the faintest of appreciated smiles. I let my thumb rub the middle of his bent arm, trying my hardest to not only soothe him, but myself as well.

Arcee scoffed as loudly as she could and smacked a hand to her forehead, shook her head then stormed her way to the kitchen to grab me a box of cheez-its.

"You're doing good... If you need a distraction, I can talk about something. Whatever you need... I'll do my best to help."

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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 years

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Drinking Buddies

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader Summary: A drink between coworkers, what could possibly go wrong?

"I'm going out. Anyone coming with me?" Bucky offers, already pulling on his jacket and ready to leave after the crappy day he's just had.

"Nah, I'm good," Sam declines.

"I'll go!" you chirp, already standing up out of your seat.

"You're going to go out drinking- with Bucky?" Sam asks with an eyebrow raised in complete disbelief.

You shrug. "Why not? I've never gone out drinking before."

"Well that would be the first reason," Sam laughs.

"Would it be better if I went drinking alone?" you ask.

"Definitely not!" Bucky vehemently objects. "Just get dressed and we'll go."

You glance down at what you're wearing. It's the same clothes that you usually wear. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Nothing," Bucky assures you. "But you were wearing that on the mission. And I'm pretty sure that hoodie's mine, by the way. Just put on something nice- nicer than normal."

"Okay," you nod excitedly, then bolt up the stairs to go find something to wear.

"Alright, well now I'm definitely going."

"You just said that you didn't want to go out," Bucky huffs.

"I know, but this I have to see," Sam teases him.

"There's nothing to see. Just some co-workers going out to a bar."

"Sure it is. Just surprising considering you usually do all your drinking alone."

"Maybe I'm feeling social."

"Or maybe you're getting a little friendly with-"

"Stop that," Bucky cuts him off. "Don't even finish that thought, Sam. There's nothing there. I don't even see her like-" And that's when you make your well timed reappearance. And no matter how hard Bucky tries to hide it, you make his heart beat just a little faster. He's not even sure what it is. He's seen you in that yellow sundress before. You've looked at him like that before, it's no different, he tries to convince himself.

"Dude, put your tongue back in your mouth," Sam interrupts, just as you're walking up to the two of them.

He clears his throat. "Shut up, Sam."

You look at Bucky and see his fully flushed face and the was he's all flustered. You reach out and touch Bucky's arm, slightly concerned. "Bucky, are you okay?"

"Yeah," he rasps, his voice gravelly. "I'm great."

You nod and turn back to the two men. "Do you guys think I'll need a jacket?"

"What do you think, Bucky? Does she need a jacket?" Sam asks with a mischievous grin.

"I think you're fine."

"Fine. Interesting choice of words," Sam continues.

"Leave Bucky alone. You've got him all flushed and flustered," you say, fanning Bucky with a slight breeze.

"Sure, I was the one that did that," Sam wryly remarks, standing up and walking out the door.

The walk to the bar is short and soon you're all three seated at some dive bar that only Bucky's familiar with. You excitedly drum on the countertop, "Alright, what do I try first?"

"You've really never had a drink before?" Sam asks.

"Nope."

"Okay, why don't we go with something simple? How about a beer?" Bucky suggests.

You nod, ready to try anything. Bucky orders for the three of you and while you wait Sam and Bucky explain to you the rules of drinking. To not mix drinks. Don't drink and drive. Don't text people while drinking. Don't take drinks from strangers- even friendly strangers.

"Here," Bucky says, handing you a bottle.

You gingerly take your first sip and instantly regret it. Sam chuckles as you try to hide the displeasure forming on your face. You barely swallow the first sip. You reluctantly grab the bottle again, but this time Bucky stops you. "You don't have to drink that," Bucky says.

"Thank you," you sigh in relief as Bucky moves the bottle away from you.

"It's an acquired taste, Doll."

"Here, let me try," Sam steps in ordering something else from the bartender. The bartender puts something very different in front of you. This drink is more colorful, something that intrigues you.

You take a cautious first sip and you don't even feel the burn or bitter taste. "Oh, that's good!"

"Told you," he whispers to Bucky. "You can't go wrong with fruity drinks."

By the time you've finished your first drink, Sam's already ordered you another one. Bucky shoots him a warning look. "Come on, I can't be the only one that wants to see what she's like when she's buzzed."

"It's her first time drinking," Bucky reminds him.

"No, Sam's right. I want to have fun tonight."

"That's the spirit!" Sam laughs.

By the time you're on your third drink, Bucky's intently watching you and Sam's abandoned the two of you to go flirt with the bartender.

You're now holding up little toothpicks and setting the end of fire. Even sober you've always been one to play or have fun with you very unique capabilities, so it really shouldn't surprise Bucky that you're a giggly mess by doing things that you already knew you could do.

But each time Bucky has to watch you grab another and hold it up in awe, and pull it away from you before anything gets out of hand. He's trying really hard not to be amused by you, to not let you see him giggle, or even crack a smile, but you just keep worming your way under his skin. The way you freely laugh or the way you keep touching Bucky's arm. Or when you doubled over in laughter at something he said and placed your head on his shoulder. The entire night you've been driving him crazy.

Of course that's when John Walker pops into the bar.

"John," Bucky grumbles. "What a coincidence."

"Yeah, not really," John admits.

"What are you doing here? We're trying to have some fun."

"Clearly," John scoffs, his eyes flickering to your drunken self. He turns to you, giving you his most innocent expression. "You don't mind me being here. Do you?"

"It's okay, James. I don't mind John being here."

"You heard the lady," John taunts Bucky quietly while your head it turned to order another drink. Bucky's really not interested in watching this scene play out anymore, so he grabs his drink and starts to stand up. That is until you reach for his arm. "Where are you going?"

"I'm just going to check on Sam. I'll be right back," he says more to John than to you.

"How about you let me get you a real drink?" John asks as Bucky walks away.

"This is a real drink," you protest, feeling more sober than you were a minute ago. "And James told me not to accept drinks from other people."

"So do you always do what Sergeant Barnes tell you to?" John challenges.

"I do when he's trying to keep my safe," you quip, taking another large sip from your drink.

"So you trust Barnes, but not me?"

"I trust James with my life."

"Why?"

"Why?" you recoil, not liking the way this conversation is turning out. "James is my friend. He's cares about me."

"I hate to be the one to tell you this, but Barnes only cares about himself."

"You know, I don't think I like you talking about my friend like that," you say, slightly louder than you intend to.

"Alright, easy there," John says, touching your arm as if to try and calm you down. You recoil from his touch and completely move your arm out of his reach.

Bucky sits down next to Sam in a huff. Sam turns away from the bartender and tries not to laugh at how jealous Bucky looks. He looks over at you and see John sitting over by you. "When did John get here?"

"Just now."

"And you're here because...?"

"Because..." Bucky trails off, not understanding what Sam's asking him. The both of them can hear the two of you, mostly because it's a small bar, but also because you're getting progressively louder in your conversation. Bucky really tries not to smile at the way you're defending him, the way you told John that you trusted Bucky and the advice he gave you. Then you call him your friend and he's frowning at that. But then you say that Bucky cares about you and his lip twitches up again.

"That is some emotional rollercoaster you are on, my friend," Sam remarks, clapping Bucky on the back. Even though he just sat down by Sam, he's up in an instant when he sees you pull your arm away from John. Sam doesn't even have time to intervene when Bucky shoots up and practically storms over to you.

"Alright, John, I think it's time that you left her alone."

"Barnes," John sighs condescendingly. "We're just having a drink, right?"

"No," you shake your head, stumbling to get up off your stool. Bucky's arms are instantly around you, helping support you.

"See, she's drunk. Maybe I should take her home?" John offers.

"Yeah, right," Bucky says sarcastically. "Come on, I think you've had enough for tonight."

"Okay," you shrug.

Bucky looks at Sam who's back talking to the bartender, Bucky looks at Sam silently asking him if he's going to head out with the two of them, but Sam waves him off. Bucky just rolls his eyes and with one hand in the small of your back he proceeds to walk you out of the bar. When the two of you step out, the cool hair hits you both in the face. Bucky give you his arm and you cling to it as he guides you through the mostly empty streets.

"I'm sorry that John ruined your fun," you offer as the two of you turn back onto a more familiar street.

"Ah, don't worry about me. I had fun."

"Me too. I always have fun with you."

"Really?" he asks, being more vulnerable knowing that you probably won't remember this. "I don't hear that a lot."

"Of course I do. You and that pretty face," you say, slightly poking his cheek.

He laughs. "And that's how I know you're still drunk."

"Maybe a little," you giggle. "But I do have fun with you. You're a good friend, James."

"That's just what every man loves to hear from a woman," Bucky mumbles under his breath.

It's quiet by the time the two of you make it back. Bucky leads you back to your room and makes sure you're alright before he leaves you. When he's sure you're sleeping, he quietly goes into your room and leaves you some aspirin and water next to your bed. Gently stroking the hair out of your face, he whispers, "Good night, Doll."

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cynopoe · 3 months

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heyyy idk if you remember but I once asked u about your inspiration/how you learned anatomy/draw etc. and I wanted to ask if you have answered that already. ofc you don't have to (you don't have to answer this one either, if you don't I'll just assume you didn't) ig you posted stg about not having time etc to reply and again: i love your art

Hey! I distinctly remember something like that although I don’t think I answered. And I can’t find it in my inbox either. Either I responded it and it got lost in the void or I might have deleted the ask when I was cleaning the box from all the porn bots. Either way I’m sorry for losing your ask 🥲

I will answer it now

I started drawing digitally when I was 15 on an old wacom tablet. I didn’t stop doing traditional stuff until I bought an ipad and got lazy with the endless options it offered me. I still use the ipad with procreate and CSP interchangeably. In my experience Procreate has a better coloring tools be it the colors itself or the brushes, the editing tools. Blending modes are, in my opinion, slightly better than CSP. and CSP inspires me to do more sketches and comic style stuff. I recommend them both.

What I will say now will stay between you and me. Alright? I learned doing anatomy from drawing filthy, filthy pornography. I wasn’t any good at it in the beginning, but honestly it is the best way to learn it, in my experience. I developed so fast when I was doing nsfw art. A lot faster than if I had only been drawing normal stuff. Many of those drawings will never see the face of day, but they’re there. And they helped me a lot.

Other than that I also recommend studying real life. Try to understand where body parts start and where they end. Try to study the “line of action”. Try to remind yourself a body is a 3d form. Foreshortening helps, although I’m not the biggest fan of it. Trace photographs- and I’m not saying like go over like by like. Study photographs. There are many reference pictures online. I often find mine on pinterest.

Redrawing one pose over and over again until you can do it with close eyes, helps, and will drive you up a wall. You will want to break your pencil. But it will help. Compare what you draw with the reference picture. Remember to flip the canvas often. Our eyes get used to our art, good parts and the mistakes.

Sleep on a pose if you can’t get it just right. Your eyes will be kinder to you in the next day.

Yeah using references and being very mindful of them will help you a lot. There are some youtube tutorials. This streamer has been my favorite lately.

About finding inspiration… I’m sorry I can’t help you much with this one. You see, I’ve lost mine and I have been looking for it for a year now. Idk. Get unnaturally obsessed with a media? Get into a moderately large fandom? Have some people around you to keep your interest alive? Idk I haven’t been active in any fandom in years. But when I was, I saw that social interaction of it helped me to stay motivated to create.

Keep your mind sharp: read, study, interact with anything out of your comfort zone. In my personal experience, keeping in my walls never really gives me that rush, that eureka of inspiration. I often get this desire to create when my mind is active. I don’t know if it will be the same for you though.

Thank you for this ask! And thank you for being incredibly patient. I’m sorry again for losing your ask before. I hope I could help even a little 🖤 stay creative, friend.

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rendy-a · 1 year

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Hello~ hopefully you have a wonderful day today and apologies in advance for flooding your ask box 👀💦

Ever since trey's birthday line... This one specifically

Make sense, cuz it's a birthday... BUT like what if on mc/Yuu/reader's birthday, they ask for the Heartslabyul boys on a date, hang out or sthg for the whole day ajfhsuchsb

Idk how many characters you can write per post (terribly sorry if this more than what you usually write... You can do it parts or not idk akfhsjsn...)

Thank you if you decide to write this 💕💕

I had also noticed that line and thought it seemed interesting. So I am more than happy to take you, mischievous reader, on an adventure with the Heartslabyul crew. Thank you for requesting and enjoy!

My Birthday My Way

Riddle has planned you a tea party for two. He has set up a small table with cute linens and a matching tea set. It looks very photogenic, Cater would totally approve!

Refreshments are a platter of finger sandwiches; it looks like 3 or 4 varieties at least. The tiny sandwiches are arranged in an appealing way, like a picture that belongs in a magazine. You wonder if this is in response to some tea-party rule or just his own strict standards.

Riddle brings your favorite tea; he will even look the other way if your preference doesn’t exactly match the Queen’s rules. If you happen to prefer lemon tea with two sugar cubes, well that is just perfect!

After tea, he thanks you for your time and invites you to join the next croquet game at Heartslabyul. He gives you a small nod of the head and offers to escort you to the mirror.

You approach the mirror of Heartslabyul that leads to the mirror chamber, accompanied by Housewarden Riddle. “Again, thank you for joining me for tea today, Prefect. I hope you enjoyed yourself and have a very merry birthday.” Riddle gives you a small smile and gestures to the mirror as if to say, here we part.

“Not so fast Riddle, I don’t think we are done here yet,” you say slyly. “I think now you are going to accompany me to Mostro Lounge to try the limited dessert menu they have there.” For just a moment, you’ve taken Riddle by complete surprise. His eyes open slightly wider and his mouth falls open into a small O; giving him a very innocent look. This small moment quickly gives way to anger; his eyebrows come to such a drastic slant that they almost touch, his mouth thins to an angry line and his face flushes until he is red as the roses he is named after.

“You must be feeling very bold today, Prefect,” he starts coldly “to tell me what to do.” You confidently smile back at him. “Well of course I’m feeling bold Riddle, it’s my birthday!” you cheerily tell him. “I know as well as you do that the Queen of Hearts rule states that a person should get whatever they wish for on their birthday. So really…you can’t refuse now, can you?” You give him a cheeky look, knowing you have him trapped.

You can imagine the gears in his head spinning as he goes over the last few minutes. His color slowly returns to normal as he thinks over the trap you’ve laid for him. Finally, he crosses his arms, gives you a pout and agrees with you. “Well, I suppose that is the rule. If it is your birthday wish, then I cannot refuse.”

“Awe thanks Riddle!” you shout as you grab onto his arm. “I just know we are going to have so much fun!” Riddle still looks at you dubiously, but your smile seems to win him over; he seems less angry than he was a moment ago. “Well then Prefect, shall we go?” he says as he again gestures to the Heartslabyul mirror. Arm in arm, you go through the mirror; first to the mirror chamber and then again through the mirror to Octavinelle.

You can only assume that sometime in his past, Riddle has some sort of “how to escort someone to dinner” lesson. He knows just the right way to hold his arm out, walk beside you and make smart, witty conversation. His very proper manners seem to elevate your silly impromptu outing, so by the time you arrive at the entrance of Mostro Lounge, you feel very fancy indeed.

Jade greets you at the entrance of the lounge. He seems amused to see Riddle in such a situation. “How honored we are that you have chosen Mostro Lounge for your date tonight,” Jade says with an amused smile. Riddle flusters and quickly says, “D date! It’s not a date! I’m merely treating the prefect to dessert for their birthday! Please keep such strange ideas to yourself!”

You chuckle at the situation and ask Jade if they still have the special limited dessert today. Jade allows himself to be diverted and informs you, “Why yes, we do. I’ll grab you both a dessert menu and seat you right near the coral reef window. The view from there is most excellent, perfect for a date.” Riddle gives a small yelp at Jade’s comment, but you just grab onto his arm tighter and pull him after Jade.

You slide into the booth Jade leads you to and Riddle slides next to you. Jade was right, the view truly is amazing. You smile and take the menu Jade hands you before he departs to give you time to decide on your selection. Riddle studies the menu with a serious look, as though his dessert selection were an important test he was in danger of failing. “Don’t worry about it, Riddle,” you say. “I’m sure they all will be delicious!”

Riddle looks at you with mild reproach, “Well then, what dessert have you decided on, if it is so easy to choose?” He makes a good point. The special dessert menu Azul has put together for the lounge this week has many tempting items. “Um…well, I think I’m going to have the hazelnut pudding and ice cream. Why…what were you thinking of?” Riddle eventually decides on macaron with a dish of berries and cream accompaniment.

Jade takes your order and heads back to the kitchen. You are just about to make some small talk when you hear a shout of “Date!” echo from the kitchen. You both look up to see Floyd poke his head out the kitchen door with a mischievous smile. His eyes settle on Riddle and his smile grows even wider. You are glad when Jade pulls him back into the kitchen before he can rush over to your table.

You both try to ignore the sense of foreboding and make conversation, but your worries are proven correct when Floyd comes to your table with your desserts. “Hey Goldfishie, I didn’t know you were dating Shrimpy! What gives? You aren’t going to tell your best friend about your date?” Floyd teases Riddle. Riddle gets flustered and starts sputtering, which seems to satisfy Floyd enough that he leaves your desserts and goes.

You laugh into your pudding and dig right in. Disappointingly, Riddle refuses to share his dessert; he claims it is unhygienic. At least your own choice is satisfying. As you finish the final spoonful, who should arrive at the table but Azul personally to drop off the bill. “Mostro Lounge thanks you for thinking of us for your special date,” he says in his smooth business-like voice. Riddle merely sighs, it seems he has given up on convincing anyone that this is not in fact a date.

You try to pay for your own dessert, but Riddle insists that it just wouldn't be proper to pay for your own dessert on your birthday. Riddle stands and offers his arm, escorting you back to the mirror chamber. It was a memorable night, one that neither you nor Riddle was likely to forget. Especially with Floyd, Jade and Azul ready to remind you!

It’s handy being a baker when a birthday comes around. It means you are always prepared with cake! Trey has made your favorite flavor for your special day.

He hand-delivers the cake to Ramshackle in the morning along with some extra plates and silverware. He knows you’ll want to share and worries that a dorm like Ramshackle won’t have enough dishes for everyone.

If you offer, he is even happy to stay and have a slice with you. It is satisfying to see someone enjoy the items he has baked. You’ll have to give him feedback on it so he can keep improving.

“And remember to brush your teeth extra carefully tonight, you wouldn’t want to get cavities,” Trey says to you as he heads toward the door of Ramshackle. “Let me know if you ever need help with anything else. Have a happy birthday Prefect.”

Before he can leave, you slide in front of him and place your arm across the doorway, baring him from exit. “Well, since you brought it up,” you say in an innocent voice, “I could actually use your help on my botany homework. You do that stuff in the science club, yeah?”

Trey gives you a startled look, having not anticipated you’d actually take him up on his offer. Or at least, not so soon. He adjusts his glasses to give himself a moment to think. “As much as I’d like to help you right now, I think I have to help Riddle with some paperwork today.

You give him a mischievous smile and tell him, “Oh, Riddle won’t mind. After all, it’s a part of the rules.” Trey gives you a confused smile. “Oh?” You throw an arm around him and remind him, “Yeah. Luckily, I have this senior that told me recently that the Queen of Hearts has a rule that you should get whatever you want on your birthday. How lucky for me, huh?”

You can tell by the expression on his face that he remembers those as his own words. “Well, I guess we can’t go breaking rules on your birthday. What sort of homework are you having troubles with?” he asks good-naturedly. You raise your fist in the air in a victory salute before dragging him off towards the botanical garden.

On the way, you explain about your assignment to grow a moon blossom flower and how you can’t get yours to bloom. You arrive at the patch dedicated to the first-years botanical projects and show him your blossom. The leaves are slightly yellow and wilted. Trey smiles and explains to you that your plant needs more nitrogen in the soil. He takes you over to the fertilizer area to show you what options are good for adding that to soil.

You are carrying a pail of fertilizer back to the patch when a small alarm sounds above you both. You know that sound, it is the warning that the automated rainfall system will be beginning momentarily. You look guiltily over at Trey moments before the artificial rain starts soaking you both. Trey seems to find humor in the situation, laughing instead of getting mad. Now he is the one pulling you along, back to your project to add your fertilizer, so you can both get out of the rain as fast as possible. In a short time, you both stand outside the botanical garden once again.

The cold air hits you as you step outside. You shiver and take stock of your clothing. The wet shirt you wear has become semi-transparent and you cross your arms over your chest in embarrassment. Trey notices this as well and looks politely away before handing you his jacket. You wrap up in it gratefully.

“Well, this is certainly a birthday story to remember!” you jokingly tell him. “Thanks for all your help today, Trey.” He smiles over at you while wiping the moisture from his glasses with the edge of his shirt. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself Prefect but now I really must be going before Riddle sees me wet. You don’t want to know what rule 124 says about getting soaked in the rain.” Trey sets off to Heartslabyul with a nod in parting. You can’t help but wonder; what does rule 124 say about being caught in the rain? Maybe you’ll ask Riddle tomorrow.

Cater invites you to have lunch at a café in town. It’s all the rage on Magicam right now! Isn’t it just the cutest place?

He encourages you to get an extra dessert. What? You think it’s just so he can take pictures of them for his Magicam without needing to eat the sweets? Ok, that is true but he is paying so just have the cake! Remember to not get a frozen one or it could melt by the time Cater has grabbed the perfect shot for his account!

The conversation is great. Cater knows all the current gossip about school and celebrities. It’s just so easy to lose track of time talking about everything and nothing. The balance between eating and chatting makes for a very enjoyable experience.

Cater pays for your meals and helps you out of your chair. You thank him again for the meal and take his arm as he walks you back to the gates of Night Raven College. “Well Prefect, this was great. Let’s do it again sometime!” Cater says, giving you a gesture more suited for a selfie than a goodbye.

“Oh sure,” you start, “in fact lets have some more fun right now!” Cater gives you a startled glance. “Ah, I was sort of hoping to get back and start editing the pics I took at lunch. Maybe another time.” He starts backing away slowly, as though to demonstrate just how badly he needed to go.

“How sad,” you say while wiping a fake tear from your eye, “and I thought all Heartslabyul students would be wanting to honor the Queen of Heart’s rule today. Trey was so kind to remind me that I should get anything I want on my Birthday, it’s a rule.” You step closer to him and tilt your head a little to the side. “I wonder what Riddle would say about this. Well, it probably doesn’t matter. You don’t need your head to edit photos.”

Cater grimaces and gives you a calculating look. “Alright Prefect, you win. What do I have to do to get out of this with my head?” You beam back at him. “I’m glad you see it my way! All I want is a little flying lesson.” Cater gives you a confused look, “Yeah but you don’t have magic, so you can’t fly anyway.”

You give him a bashful look. “That is the point. I hear Grim and my friends talk about flying class and it just sounds so fun. I’d like to try it at least once. Deuce told me you are really good at flight class, so I thought I’d ask you about it. I just don’t want to keep feeling like my friends are leaving me behind; you know?” Cater gives you a sad smile for a moment before putting back on his cheery face. “Alright Prefect, Cay-Cay is going to give you the greatest birthday flight lesson ever!”

You excitedly follow Cater to the sports field where the brooms are stored. Cater looks them over and chooses one for you using some criteria that is a mystery to you. You are only aware that he is considering it carefully by the way he looks over at you a time or two while making the selection. “Here we go!” Cater says cheerfully. He brings his selection to your side and straddles it while motioning for you to get on the back. You hop on behind him and place your hands on his shoulders for balance. “You might want to hold on better than that.” Cater says as the broom lifts you both slightly off the ground and you wobble on the back of the broom. “Try wrapping your arms around my waist. Don’t be shy,” Cater says with a teasing voice and a wink.

You quickly comply as Cater takes the broom to what would be standing height for you. It’s both thrilling and a touch frightening to hover off the ground with no barriers to falling. “Ready Prefect?” Cater asks. You give his waist a reassuring squeeze and tell him to go for it! He complies, taking you on a thrilling ride around the sports field. He gives you some quick turns and height changes; once even doing a fast loop, which left your heart in your stomach. “Maybe no more loops,” you say as you squeeze Cater tightly, to remind yourself that you are safe in his hands.

Cater seems to consider something before asking, “Want to go up and see the view?” He nods his head to the top of the NRC tower. It’s higher than you’d like but you know this might be a once in a lifetime chance to fly, so you nod and say, “Yes, I want to see it.” Cater takes you up slowly, going from rooftop to rooftop, gently increasing the height each time. Its fun to see your school from a new perspective; you happily shout to Cater about things you pass, “Hey, that’s our alchemy classroom!” and suchlike.

When you reach the summit, Cater has the broom hoover before telling you to take your look and let him know when you area ready to go back. You lean closer to Cater to look over his shoulder and see the whole of Sage Island laid out before you. You gasp and marvel at the sight, truly a grand sort of birthday gift. You continue to search out memorable landmarks but now have shifted to places tied to your memorable year at NRC.

“You can see Port Harbor! Oh, Portfest was so fun!” and “This would have been a great place to see the VDC, look how you could see right into the coliseum!” You know you are babbling a bit, but you are just excited to see it all. “Hey Cater, look, that is where we got knocked out of Beansfest. We made a good team, didn’t we?” you ask, leaning your head against his back in a sort of half-hug. Cater is silent, as though thinking over his own memory of that day and what sort of duo you make.

Finally, you give a small sigh, “Ok, I think I’m ready to go back.” He looks over his shoulder and smiles wickedly. “You want down now? Well, I suppose I need to give you exactly what you ask for on your birthday.” Your eyes get large, and you start saying, “no, no, no” right before Cater laughs and you both start on a dizzying descent, worthy of any roller coaster you’ve ever been on.

When you reach the ground (safely!) you are clinging to Cater for dear life. Cater sets his feet on the ground and leans back into you. For a few moments, you stay that way; you embracing him tightly and him quietly taking in the sensation. Eventually, your mind seems to catch up and you realize you can set your feet back on the ground. You end your death-grip on Cater and drag yourself off the broom.

You look over at Cater and say, “You did that on purpose.” He doesn’t look up and seems lost in thought instead, thinking about the ride or perhaps your strange behavior upon landing. After a moment, he does seem to sense you looking at him and meets your eye. You think this is the most genuine you’ve ever seen him, not trying to hide behind his usual cheerful persona. It is gone in a flash as Cater seems to recall himself and puts back on his cheerful smile. “Hey Prefect, I’m just making some memories for you! Ooh, lets take a selfie! #FlyingLessons #ProfCay-Cay #NRCviews.”

You aren’t sure exactly what Cater had gotten out of the experience, but you know you do have some special new memories to carry with you.

Ace wakes up surprisingly early on your birthday and heads to Ramshackle to make you breakfast! Its like a double gift because you don’t have to cook, and you don’t have to use your meager allowance on ingredients.

The Queendom of Roses is known for its sweet foods, so its no surprise that Ace makes pancakes for breakfast! There are also some sausages to go with it. He tosses a few apples on the counter too, but they feel more like an afterthought. Perhaps Riddle told him his breakfast wasn’t nutritious enough?

How is Ace’s cooking? Not bad. The pancakes get a trifle overdone but not enough to affect the taste. Plus, when you cover it all with maple syrup or powdered sugar, any imperfections seem to disappear.

After breakfast, Ace stacks the dishes in the sink and offers to walk you to class. You notice he doesn’t actually do the dishes, but you figure you can only expect so much out of your slacker friend.

The bell rings on the last class of the day. You stand from your seat and head over to chat with Ace and Deuce before they leave for club activities. Both of your friends seem enthusiastic about their upcoming sports club activities. You feel slightly left out that Crowley just assigned you to be the recorder alone in place of letting you join your classmates in a proper club.

“Sorry you didn’t get to join a sports club, Prefect.” Deuce says to you, echoing your thoughts. “There is nothing like having a good run after a day sitting in classes. It gets me so pumped up!” Deuce gives you his delinquent grin while cracking his knuckles. Ace gives you a smirk and says, “Guess you’ll have to find another way to burn off those pancakes, Prefect.” You look at Ace with narrowed eyes. “Is that so? Well, if you have such great ideas on working off breakfast, maybe I should go with you to Basketball Club?”

Ace’s eyes widen and he sputters, “W w what? You can’t just come to another club! Its not allowed! Plus...,” he hesitates before saying under his breath, “they guys would tease me relentlessly.” You smile, this does sound like the just the right way to end your special day and get back at Ace for leaving you with the dishes. “I think this is a great idea. I’m definitely going!” Ace looks back and forth, as if searching for an escape. “The the RULES! We can’t just break rules when we are in Heartslabyul. You know, Queens spirit and all.” You smile back at him. “Well, fortunately for you, Trey informs me it is a rule that someone gets to do everything they want on their birthday. So why don’t we get moving, pal?”

Ace tries to bargain with you more but Deuce shuts him down, not letting him get a word of excuses in. As the time to club activities draws closer, Ace finally realizes his isn’t going to win this exchange and agrees. You cheerfully follow after him to the gymnasium where the basketball club practices. Jamil greets you curiously as you enter and you explain your desire to sit in on their practice. “Unfortunately, we have an even number in the basketball club currently, so you’ll have to sit and watch.” A slight tip of his head directs you to a set of bleachers where you head to settle in.

“Shrimpy!!!” a cry comes from the locker-room’s direction. Floyd comes barreling into you and gives you a squeeze. “What are you doing here Shrimpy? Did you come to watch my cool moves?” You gasp for breath in his tight squeeze and explain to Floyd that you came with Ace. Floyd turns to look at Ace and asks, “What, why does Crabby get to bring a date to club?” Ace sputters back at him. Jamil rolls his eyes and corrals the students into teams for drills.

To your great surprise, Ace is pretty good. He makes a good percentage of the shots he takes and doesn’t get many fouls called on him. The only downside is he is somewhat of a ball-hog but honestly, this is NRC, they all seem to think that they are the star player. You’ve come with Ace though, so you decide to cheer him on like his own personal cheer squad. This is not helpful as you thought it would be, as the stilly cheers actually seem to make Ace play worse.

“Go, go, go! You can do it!” you shout jubilantly. “Shoot! Shoot! Go…..ok no big deal, maybe next time.” Ace gives you a withering look after missing a shot. His embarrassment of your cheering only makes you want to do it more. Jamil and Floyd are so entertained by the situation that they egg you on as well. The whole practice ends up being like something from a TV sitcom.

“Shrimpy better start motivating Crabby before I come over there and steal the ball.” Floyd yells to the stands. You oblige by staring a nonsense chant. “Ace, Ace, he’s our man. If he can’t do it, no one can!” Then you follow up that poetic inspiration with a hearty Wooooo! Ace stumbles at your ridiculous cheer and Floyd does in fact steal the ball out from his grasp. The face he makes as he watches Floyd take the ball all the way to the hoop for a dunk is so funny that Jamil has to excuse himself to go laugh in the locker room. You and Floyd are not so polite and share a hearty laugh from where you are. Ace rolls his eyes at your childishness and tries to psych his team up for the next play before Jamil can return to resume the game. The rest of the practice continues in a similar manner, to Ace’s dismay and everyone else’s delight.

After the practice finishes, you walk to Ace and give him a playful punch on the shoulder. “Better luck next time, Champ.” Ace gives you a frustrated look for a second before it transforms into a wide smirk. Now you are on your guard. “What’s with that look?” you ask. “Oh, I was just thinking,” Ace starts, “about all the fun we are going to have when its MY birthday, Prefect.” This was an angle you hadn’t considered. “Just you wait, Prefect, the payback is going to be even sweeter than my cake!”

You’ll have to speak to Crowley later about how that research into finding you a way home is going.

Deuce isn’t the richest friend you have, which is why he chose to help you out around Ramshackle as his gift. He shows up bright and early in his gym uniform, ready to work! Don’t hold back, he is used to doing housework from helping his Mom out back home.

You are more than happy to take advantage of his offer and start him on dusting. You wish you could monopolize his labor all day long but settle for having the lounge area and a spare room for guests done.

Then, you let Deuce help you sweep the floor while you wash the windows. You chat as the work goes along. It’s not necessarily fun but having someone there to help with the work (because no way you can pin Grim down to do chores) really helps the time pass.

Deuce holds his fist up to his chest with a look of pride on his face as he looks over the lounge. His smile is infectious, and you find yourself smiling back at him as well. “That went well,” You say happily, “I think we really made this place look presentable!” Deuce bashfully accepts the compliment and tells you that he’ll come help you again sometime.

You walk Deuce to the door but the more you think on it, the more you are sure you aren’t ready for your day with Deuce to be over. Luckily, Trey had recently let you in on a good tip… “Say Deuce, I think we should do something else. It’s my birthday, so I want to have even more fun today!” you start smiling slyly as you say, “and you know that on your birthday...” “OK.” Deuce interrupts you. “I’m sorry, what?” you ask him in surprise. “I said Ok. Its your birthday, so we will do what you want to do.” Deuce replies earnestly. “I thought I was going to have to talk him into it,” you think to yourself.

“So, Prefect, what did you have in mind?” Deuce asks you. You hadn’t really planned anything; it was more of a spur of the moment thought. “Well, something exciting or fun maybe?” you say in an unsure voice. Deuce looks like he is pondering your request before straightening up with a smile. “Meet me in fifteen minutes on Main Street! I know just the thing!” Then he dashes away, quickly using his speed to fall from your sight.

Around fifteen minutes later, you stand looking at the statues of the Great Seven, waiting for Deuce to arrive. You look at the Queen of Hearts statue and recall she is the reason you even met your good friends Ace and Deuce. If it hadn’t been for the shenanigans of Ace and Grim on that first day, who knows if you’d have formed the bonds you have.

Your reminiscent thoughts are interrupted by the roar of machinery. You quickly jump to the side of the path to make way for whatever vehicle was coming. It turns out to be unnecessary as the sound proves to be a magic wheel which the driver pulls to a sweeping stop right in front of you. With a flourish, Deuce removes his helmet, setting it on his knee as he greets you. “Ah, there you are Prefect. You said you wanted excitement, so I thought what’s more exciting than a fast-paced ride on a magic wheel!” Deuce says cracking his knuckles with a wild smile.

He reaches behind him where he has another helmet secured and hands it to you. You gingerly put it on before getting behind him on the magic wheel. You have a moment of panic; Deuce isn’t exactly your most responsible friend. Will you be safe? Then your chance for contemplation is over as Deuce sets the magic wheel into sudden and rapid motion. For one moment, your hands tighten in fear before the wind whips into your body and your fear melts into pure exhilaration.

“Woo!” you yell out behind Deuce, sometimes laughing and other times shouting in excitement at the ride. Deuce knows his way around a magic wheel and it shows. He takes you on a winding path and makes exciting hairpin turns that leave you breathless. Then he finds large straightaways where he can open the speed up to max! From moment to moment, you are never sure what will come next.

Finally, the speed of the magic wheel reduces and you see that you’ve reached a beach in the town below Night Raven. “I came here with a friend once before. It’s a great place to watch a sunset.” Deuce tells you. He is right. As the sun slowly sets, the colors of the sky reflect beautifully upon the sea water. The sound of the waves is comforting, and the calls of the seabirds create their own kind of music to accompany the event.

As the sun finally falls below the horizon, you say to Deuce, “That was beautiful. I’m glad you were able to get permission from Dorm Leader Riddle to be out after curfew to show it to me.” The sudden way Deuce stiffens lets you know that he had not in fact thought of getting permission. You look at each other in mild panic before you both rush back to the magic wheel to return to school, hopefully before you are missed.

When you reach the gates of NRC, you see your hopes were in vain. Riddle is waiting for you both with an angry look upon his face. “You have some nerve breaking the rules, you two.” You grimace as he continues to rant angerly at Deuce about the importance of following school rules, especially in Heartslabyul. This gives you a sudden sense of inspiration. You know it is a long shot but you tentatively interrupt Riddle’s scolding. “Dorm leader, I am so sorry for keeping Deuce out late. I wouldn’t normally but you see, it is my birthday today. I know the Queen’s rule state that you should get everything you want on your birthday, so I thought it would be alright. I see now that I was wrong. Please forgive us, Dorm Leader!” you shout as you both bow your heads.

Riddle lets you both stay with your bowed heads for an uncomfortably long time before scoffing at you. “Well, if that is how it is, I guess I can let it go this time.” You jump up in excitement. “Oh, thank you, Dorm Leader! We promise not to do it again!” Riddle seems mollified by your statement and replies, “Yes, yes. See that you don’t. And Prefect, I hope you had the merriest of Birthdays.” Then he motions for Deuce to follow him. You wave at your friend as he departs back toward the main campus behind his imposing Dorm Leader.

Ramshackle comes into view and you see Grim standing outside holding a slice of cake. “You have no idea how hard it was for the Great Grim to save this slice of cake for you henchman!” he shouts. “Now take it before I change my mind.” You smile and accept his gift. He looks at you carefully, “Did you have a good day?” It really was a great Birthday. You smile down at your furry companion, “Yeah Grim, I got everything I wanted today.” Happy Birthday Prefect.

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