#//it's been a horrid month and i could use the distractions

[battle-subway-twins]

//Could I potentially get some asks please?

#;ooc #//it's been a horrid month and i could use the distractions

[cloudzoro]

Forever | Roronoa Zoro ♡

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genre: smut (minors dni)

pairings: roronoa zoro x fem!reader

wc: 2.3k

cw: unprotected sex, established relationship, size kink, marriage proposal, husband and wife are used multiple times, Zoro decides that maybe he does care about love, gross couple flirting, I'm british so I say sun cream instead of sunscreen x

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“I know we can't get married. Being reputable pirates, no one would risk having a legal record of us in their registry. But I don't give a fuck about a ridiculous party or a piece of fucking paper."

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Zoro isn't marriage material. At least, that's what he thinks. He's never been interested in marriage, and he was never interested in sex or relationships until he met you. The natural progression of your relationship from acquaintances to friends to lovers was slow and casual. There were no grand gestures, emotional confessions or anything else from those horrid romance books you read that make Zoro gag. He had never officially asked you out. One day, after months of flirting and sleeping together, Sanji was getting a little too close to you and Zoro barked at the cook to leave his girl alone. You never denied that you were his girl and later on that night, when he was fucking you into the mattress, you confirmed that you were his and only his.

It's a gorgeous day at sea, and you're out on the deck sunbathing with Nami. Zoro observes you as you lean back with your eyes closed. He tries to continue his daily workout but keeps getting distracted by your figure. Usually, he'd go elsewhere to work out, but with the horny cook hanging around the ship, he doesn't want to take any chances.

Not long into Zoro’s workout, he feels your eyes on him. He turns to meet your eyes, and the way you're hungrily watching him makes him flex his muscles a little harder. You watch him for a few minutes before softly calling his name.

“What is it?” he grunts, acting unbothered. You flash him a grin, holding a bottle of sun cream.

“I can't reach my back”, you pout, and He responds with an eyeroll. He walks over to your sun lounger and sits carefully on the edge. He takes the bottle from your hand and squeezes it.

“Turn over for me”, He instructs. Zoro squirts a generous amount of the cream on his hands. His large hands rub and trace everywhere they can over your back. Zoro uses sun cream as if it's lotion to massage you. As his hands work their magic on your tightly-wound back muscles, the cute noises falling from your lips make his cock twitch.

“Do you two mind not doing your awkward foreplay out here?” says Nami as she tries to ignore you and soak up the sun. “y'know I can't reach my back either”, her tone teasing, clearly mocking the two of you.

“What a shame”, Zoro deadpans. He presses a kiss to your shoulder blade and gets back to his workout.

“Damn, I guess back rubs are wifey exclusives,” says Nami sarcastically. Neither you nor Zoro respond, but the word ‘wife’ rings in his head for the rest of the afternoon. Zoro's not one for marriage, but he thinks you'd look beautiful in a wedding dress.

A few days later, You're on a new island and pass a jewellery shop. You stop to look at the jewellery in the window, and Zoro stands behind you, eyeing the ring display. Thoughts of slipping a beautiful gold ring on your finger and claiming you as his forever taunt him. You're pirates. You could never have a legally recognised wedding. He makes a note of the ring that had caught your eye and thinks to himself that he must be crazy. If you had told Zoro from a few years ago that he'd be contemplating buying a ring for you and ‘marrying’ you, he'd laugh in your face and call you an idiot.

Once your short adventure on the new island is wrapped up, he tells you to go on back to the ship as he needs to take a detour. He instructs Chopper to take care of you, and the tiny reindeer gives a dramatic salute and promises the swordsman to get you home in one piece.

Zoro arrives home about twenty minutes after you and heads straight to your room, where you're already waiting for him. He thinks about dropping to his knees and asking you to marry him the traditional way, but nothing you've ever done has been traditional. You're literally pirates, after all. His heart squeezes when he sees you waiting for him, and it's almost painful. It passes him off how soft he is for you. You've tamed a demon; all it takes is a pretty smile from you, and he's ready to give up his entire life for you.

When you jump up from your shared bed - Franky had installed a couples suite not long after you'd started dating - to greet him, Zoro immediately backs you to the edge of the bed. He connects his lips to yours. He pushes his tongue into your mouth as your hand slides into his hair. He lifts you so you wrap your legs around him, and then he sits on the edge of the bed so you can straddle him. His hands grip your ass and guide you over his hard cock. He groans at the pressure of you over his lap, and it seems you're getting impatient as you whine and rock your hips faster.

Zoro smiles into the messy kiss as he flips you so you're on your back, and he's hovering over you. Your legs are locked around his hips, keeping him pressed against you. He reaches to your lounge shorts and pulls them off with your assistance. He then moves to your top, groping your chest.

“Take this off for me, pretty girl”, he rasps, his voice making your pussy throb. You follow through with his request and remove your shirt alongside your bra. He leans down to kiss and lick over the skin of your chest. His thorough worship of your tits and lack of attention to your pussy have you growing desperate for him. He listens in amusement as you whine for him to touch you. Your voice is the prettiest thing he's ever heard. Your voice is as precious to him as the sound of a blade swinging through the air. His life was all swords, blood and guts until you showed up. Sometimes, he resents you and your determination because he's lost all credibility among the crew after being caught behaving softly with you. “Tell me what you want, baby. I'll give it to you, I promise.”

“I just want you”, You whimper, using your legs to push him against your soaked panties.

“you've already got me. I'm right here” You should have known he'd want a more specific answer from you.

“I want your cock, Zoro. Please” He's almost flat against you at this point, body pressing you down into the mattress.

“You'll get my cock, I promise. Just answer something for me first.” He asks, and you try to clear your thoughts as you nod. “You're mine, right? forever?”

You are. In every sense of the word, you are his. He's yours, too. He has been since you flashed your pretty smile at him. Suddenly, for the first time in his life, Zoro feels nervous. You nod, telling him that you'll always be his. He digs around in his pocket, and at first, you don't have time to process what he has in his hands because he kisses you aggressively. You feel cold metal press against your ring finger, and your eyes snap open, pushing Zpro back slightly to talk to him.

“Is that a ring?” you ask, and he sheepishly nods. You've never seen Zoro this shy as he attempts to explain himself.

“I know we can't get married. Being reputable pirates, no one would risk having a legal record of us in their registry. But I don't give a fuck about a ridiculous party or a piece of fucking paper. You don't have to consider this a marriage proposal. You can call it a promise ring or whatever the fuck you wanna call it. I just wanted something to symbolise that you're mine and no one else. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you” You're stunned into silence by his heartfelt words; he's never been this open and vulnerable with anyone. Part of him thinks you've broken him.

“Are you asking me to be your wife?” you ask, finally getting a look at the ring. Zoro nods, dropping his head to your neck. He reminds you it doesn't have to be a marriage thing. You're constantly out getting into fights and life-threatening situations, so he feels a tangible symbol of your relationship might help keep peace of mind. A small thing to ground you when the world around you gets too hectic. You pull Zoro's head from the crook of your neck so you can look him in the eyes. He's embarrassed about his secret sappiness, but he's secure in his feelings about you.

“I'd love that”, You breathe, leaning up to kiss him, and he's slipping the ring onto your finger within seconds. That's it. He's your husband now. When he's done exploring your mouth with his tongue, he moves his wet kisses down to your neck. He leaves a smattering of purple and red marks over your beautiful tits and traces his tongue down your body. During his descent down your body, he whispers. When he kisses your neck, he tells you that he's a lucky man to have someone like you. He tells you you're beautiful and intelligent as he kisses your tummy. When he kisses your thighs, he tells you how much he admires your strength.

His hand grips your underwear, and he tears it from your body. He adjusts so he's lying on his front between your legs. He leans down to lick at your pussy. His mouth feels so good. You try to lift your hips to grind into his mouth, but one of his large hands holds your hips down. He brings his other hand to your mouth and presses two fingers against your lips. You greedily accept his fingers into your mouth, getting them all nice and slick for him. He pulls his fingers from your lips and pushes them into your hole as he suctions his mouth onto your clit. The combination of his fingers and tongue makes you cum embarrassingly fast, and your legs squeeze his head as the pleasure takes over. Your husband stays in place, licking and fingering you through your high, prepping you for his huge cock. Zoro sits on his knees and admires you when your deep breaths begin to subside. His beautiful wife, laid out in the sheets, looking up at him with a dazed expression. You look satisfied, and that makes pride bloom in Zoro's chest. He removes his trousers to join you in your nakedness and taps the head of his fat cock against your sensitive clit.

“You ready for my cock, baby?” he asks, teasingly rubbing his cock between your folds.

“Please, Zoro” you whine. “Please fuck me.” He'd never say no to you, and as long as he's aboard this ship, no one else is going to either. He pushes his cock, now slick with your juices, into your hole. You both moan at the way your walls have to stretch to accommodate his size. He's no stranger to teasing you, but now that your warm wet cunt is wrapped around his cock, all he can think about is fucking you open. He starts with a brutal pace; he can't help it, your pussy is addicting. He's convinced you have him under some kind of spell.

“Perfect fucking pussy was made for me,” he punctuates each word with a harsh thrust. “This is mine. All mine,” he says.

You try to respond, but you're constantly interrupted by your own moans. Zoro has you whining and gripping the bedsheets beneath you. You feel how deep he is, and the way his hand presses onto your tummy over where his cock is inside you makes your legs tremble. You're close already, and you're rapidly approaching delirium. You're mindlessly babbling about how much you love him and how big his cock is. Zoro may be busy thoroughly fucking your sweet pussy, but he's still listening intently to every slurred word that leaves your mouth.

“I love you too, baby,” he says, responding to your shaky rambling. “You ready to cum for me? he asks with a hungry smile on his face. It always shocks you how Zoro went from someone who couldn't care less about sex to someone who can't go a day without seeing you cream on his cock. You're dangerously close, and Zoro can feel it, too. The way your pussy pulses around his cock. The perfect vice grip of your pussy has him just as desperate. He leans down so your foreheads are touching and rocks his hips harder. You hold on to his biceps as he drills into you, trying to pour all his feelings about you into every thrust.

Your orgasm starts small in your lower stomach, and the satisfying tingly feeling spreads outwards till your hands and feet are numb. You cum hard, gushing around his cock while the squeezing of your walls drags Zoro over the edge with you. He cums inside you, filling up with every last drop of cum. After one last heavy thrust from the large man, he slowly pulls out and lies next to you.

“Y/n,” he says, voice raspy from the moaning and exhaustion. You hum in response to show him you're listening. “if you want, in the next place we dock, we can look for a proper registry office”, he says.

“Yeah, because they're gonna see two pirates with high bounties and scary nicknames and let us in,” you say sarcastically, covering the fact that you really would like that.

“I'm sure we can find at least one,” he says. You hold up your left hand, showing off your ring.

“This is enough for me, though”, you muse, admiring the jewellery.

“Agreed” Zoro lifts his left hand, and a gold wedding band sits on his finger. You hadn't even noticed because you were so busy getting ravaged by him.

“I love you,” he says. He didn't care much for love until he met you. “You're mine, forever.”

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[victoria-grimesss]

tear you apart - part VII

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->Pairing: König x fem!reader

->Words: 2.4k *not fully proof-read*

->Warning:MDNI! Jealousy, PiV, smut, office fun once again. (another excuse to write smut)

->A/N: I have been sucked into the Baldur's Gate 3 wormhole (especially Astarion), that and school are my excuses for my long absence and neglect for this series but here is another part! I hope it’s alright!! Also this may or may not be the second to last part. I cannot decide on what to do next. 

It had been a couple months since the incident on that mission. You had recovered, of course, as you always do and König was an ever gracious healer. He did not use bandages and stitches though, he used his sweet words and expert hands to trace your image late at night to ease your pain and distract your mind. With his new-found confidence that you wouldn't shy away from his face he became a whole new kind of ravenous lover. His hands grew tighter, strokes faster and bites that lingered even longer. After your close call he gripped you as though you may die at any moment. That stands true for everyone but he could not accept that it will be your fate one day. So, he loves roughly and cares tenderly afterwards.

You find yourself recounting the night's events, skin flushing at the thought as you lace your boots for another day. 

Your training since then has been rigorous and strict, König helping you on a majority of it as your superior of course. Who would he be if he didnt make sure his team had appropriate training?

You found yourself stirring inside as you began walking towards his office. Like the drop of a rollercoaster even after all this time he still made you nervous, made you ache in the most delicious way.

There had been a good amount of new faces in base since the turn of the seasons, but you paid them no mind as you strode towards his door. You hand reaching the knob-

“Ehem.” A throat is cleared and the fog in your mind is lifted.

Your eyes meet a bright new face, sitting at the long desolate secretary desk before König’s office. You twist the knob slightly and she stands abruptly, the chair making a horrid noise across the linoleum. 

“If you need to speak with him I ask you to tell me. He’s quite busy today.”

The fire in your lower stomach is tossed with a cold bucket of water from the delay. You immediately grow irritated at her tone, but you know she's just doing her job, and you know she doesn't know your affiliation with the Colonel. So you lift your hand from the doorknob, take a breath and stand before her desk.

“Thank you.” She huffs before swiftly tucking herself back into the chair and giving you a bright smile, lined with cherry red lipstick with a hint of gloss. 

“Now, why on Earth did you almost barge into his office?”

“I have something to tell him.”

“Well by all means I’d be more than happy to relay the message.”

There’s a glint in her eyes. Now, you’re all for being a girl's girl but she’s already interrupted what could have by now been a wonderful moment of you being bent over his desk with your panties around your ankles BUT, she seems to be enjoying your irritation. 

You cross your arms,

“It’s not something I would like to tell you.”

A light amused laugh comes from her lips and she leans back a bit to get a full view of you.

“Look. The Colonel is a very important man, and I’m supposed to report anything that is meant as well as scheduling his meetings. He’s got a lot on his plate and can’t have just anyone barging into his office. But if you’d like to schedule a meeting I’d be more than happy to help”

“You seem to know alot about him.” You retort, gritting your teeth.

“A lot more than you.”

It’s like fire runs through your veins at her words. You know she only knows him surface level, but her tone alludes to more. She means to deceive you, convince you that König and her are something they’re not. To somehow win a weird power struggle that has happened during this conversation. 

But the words still hurt, König is an important man, very important. He could have anyone, even someone who can dress up in pretty skirts and not muddy boots and a uniform. You cast a glare and you open your mouth to give her a piece of your mind when the office door opens and none other than the man of the hour strides out in all his glory. 

You feel calmed looking at him, drinking him in. 

He ushers that man he was in a meeting with out and looks your way. His eyes rake over you and he strides over to the desk, papers in hand.

You don’t miss the way the other woman flushes before him, buckles under his gaze as he drops the papers haphazardly onto her desk.

“File those for me.” Tone cold and monotone.

“Yes sir. Right away.” 

His eyes are back on you and you meet them, like you’ve done a million times before.

The moment is cut.

“She tried to come into your office but I knew you were in an important meeting so I stopped her but she wouldn't tell me why she needed to speak with you.”

She rambles on, if you weren't occupying the same bed as him each night you would be quaking under his stare, the way you can smell him from here. The cologne he wears sends a wave of heat downwards like an aphrodisiac.

He raises a hand to silence her and her mouth clamps shut immediately. He sucks in a deep breath under his mask and squares his shoulders back.

“My office is open to her, I would have told her otherwise if she could not be present in there. But that is between us, it does not involve you. I expect you to remember.”

Her eyes are wide and her head tips down as she plays with the corner of the paper.

She replied quietly.

“Ah, yes. Also move my meetings for the rest of the day to tomorrow. I will be preoccupied.”

“Yes sir.” You don’t miss the defeated inflection in her tone.

König places a hand on your lower back and ushers you into his office, locking the door.

“She’s just doing her job.”

“And part of her job is to not bother you, Mein Liebling.”

He stands before you and holds your chin in his hand, looking over your face.

“What is wrong?”

“Nothing. Why do you ask.”

“Something is off, I can tell liebling.”

You sigh,

“She’s very pretty. Do you see her alot?”

“Ah. I see.” 

He chuckles.

“That doesn't make me feel any better.”

“Apologies liebling. Yes I see her daily before I enter my office. I pay her no mind, she is the same as everyone else here, no different. Except for you of course.”

He pauses and cups your cheek, you rest your head in his hand.

“You are incomparable mein Herz, meine Liebe. Any other woman pales in comparison to you, I have no desire for other women when I have you. I need not touch other women when I have mastered the art of your body, I know where to touch you to unravel you. Your sounds are the only ones I need to hear.”

You’re blushing now, cheek to cheek blushing.

He’s grinning at the sight.

“Are you convinced?”

You hum and pretend to think deeply on his question.

“I might need a little more convincing.”

His hand moves from your cheek down to your throat, tracing over the column in the center slowly as his pupils dilate.

“What man would I be if I didn't.”

He stalks around you, settling himself behind you as his hands land on your shoulders.

“You remember when you came into my office the first time? I’m sure you do, it was quite a memorable experience for the both of us.”

“I do.”

He hums a praise and one of his hands move slowly from your shoulders down your arms and squeezes, bracing you to the spot you stand.

“I was elated when you came to me. When you stood before me my mouth watered to taste you, my hands yearned to touch you, and my mind pleaded to me to undress you. I have never been so compelled by anyone like I am with you. You have made me ravenous and even after all this time I am not satiated.”

His hands move to your waist down to your hips and he pulls you back into him. You feel how hard he is, it’s painful how much you want him.

“Do you feel what you do to me liebling?”

“Fuck, yes.”

You shudder as he grinds into you, his breathing is growing harder and you can feel his chest on your back.

“Now. I heard you had something to tell me? Something very important?.” He squeezes the fat around your hips and presses himself into you and takes some small steps so you both move close and closer to his desk. You gulp and grasp onto his hand for stability but he has you tight in his hold.

You’re having trouble thinking by the way he's holding you, looking down at you.

He gives your hip a tap, whispering your name and you speak.

“I just wanted to see you.”

“See me?”

“Yes.”

It’s hardly above a whisper and you feel a bit embarrassed. Thinking now how you came down to his office and almost interrupted a meeting just to ..see him..

“Did you just come to say hello?”

Your head falls and you know he’s going to make you admit it. 

“No. I did not.”

“Then liebling please tell me why you came so I can help.”

Humor graces his voice.

“I was hoping..well, that you would..”

He leans down so he’s right next to your ear,

“Would what? Sign a document? Approve of a mission report? What my dear?”

“Fuck me. Over your desk. Again..”

He leans back and laughs,

“Feeling sentimental? It has been a while since I took you in here, unfortunately my dear it will have to be quick and dirty, can’t have you missing your training right? Unless that's exactly what you want. You want me to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk straight, then pull up your pants and usher you out? Yeah?”

Your head tips back and onto his chest, you meet his eyes and smile.

“Please.”

He groans at your answer and proceeds to place his large palm in between your shoulder blades and pushes until your chest meets his desk. 

You move your hips impatiently and he delivers a hard smack to your ass, causing you to cry out but you quickly bite your lip to muffle the sound.

He rubs over the skin and slowly undresses you from the waist down, pulling your pants down just enough to give him room to slide in.

“If you continue to subdue your moans I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

“Fuck, yes König.”

He palms your ass again, grinding his clothed length along your core and the friction is good but it’s not enough. It’s like taking a sip of water when you're parched.

“I want everyone to hear you okay? Let all the new recruits know just who you belong to huh?”

“Yes König, just you.”

He hums as you hear his belt buckle being undone as well at the zipper of his pants and he releases himself from his pants. He takes his length in his hand, stroking it a few times before he taps it against your entrance.

“That’s right, just me Schatz.”

He adjusts your hips and kicks your feet further apart with his boots. His gaze is heavy on where his length sits right at the entrance, hot and heavy.

Just as you open your mouth to beg he enters you fully. He’s hot within you and the stretch is as delicious as it is each time. 

He throws his head back once he’s entered to the hilt, his hands gripping onto your hips.

“Lieber Gott, so fucking tight.”

You moan loudly and you feel him throb within you at the sound. He stays still only momentarily before he pulls all the way out until just the tip remains in and pushes back in brutally. He sets a bruising pace that has your mouth drooling onto his desk, leaving a rather unsavory puddle.

“No matter how many time I fuck you it’s never enough. I don’t blame you Schatz, I fear I’m in the same predicament. I constantly need to touch you, to be near you. You are a plague on my mind.”

His words make you burn from the inside out, you drip around him and the noises in the room are loud and obvious as to what is going on. The room smells of sweat and desperation. 

He’s rough and needy and you claw at his arm that grips you

“Fuuck, Scheiße. The way you grip around me, fuck, are you going to cum? Be a good girl and soak the front of my pants?”

You’re leaving angry red marks on his arms by now, moaning and chanting his name like it’s the only word you know. He keeps one hand on your hip and the other threads its way through your hair, weaving and locking in tight. He pulls, bringing your back against his chest and this new angle has you gasping for air.

He can look over your shoulder from here and see the bulge of his length each time he thrusts all the way in. 

“I could never fuck another, you’ve ruined me and spoiled me. Soaking my cock and taking me whole, allowing your Colonel to fuck you in his office.”

“König please please.”

“Go ahead liebling.”

At his command you reach your peak, stars exploding in your vision and your body grows tense before becoming slack in his hold. He follows closely behind you, he grips you tightly as he fills you to the brim. 

A comfortable silence falls between you two as he lifts his mask and gives a long kiss to your lips then around the rest of your face as he pulls away and zips your pants before doing his own.

“You can walk alright?” You’re leaning in his arms, a blissful hum comes from your lips.

“Yes. Although I expect ample cuddle time in bed tonight, this was more than wonderful.”

He chuckles and brushes your hair into a somewhat tamable manner. 

“I can honor that request.”

You bid each other goodbye with a kiss and you give the new secretary a smile when you leave his office, obviously looking a bit more disheveled than when you entered.  

She does not look happy.

But you are. 

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[impishtubist]

happy belated birthday @soloorganaas it's a month late but Finish Your Fucking Fics February has me by the throat. 😘

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It had been a long day.

Scratch that, it had been a long week. A long fucking week of watching his much-younger cousin make doe-eyes at Remus, and find excuses to touch his shoulder or arm or hand, and laugh far too loudly at his dry humor. A long week of enduring the kids and their scheming, because Ginny had got it into her head that the best way to entertain herself in this horrid house was to play matchmaker, and somehow she had pulled everyone else into it, too.

It had been a long fucking week, and Sirius didn’t feel the least bit guilty about shutting himself in his room--their room, whenever Remus was at Grimmauld for longer than a night--and laying down for a midday nap to try to stop his mounting headache in its tracks.

Well. He felt a little guilty. Because every moment shut up in this room was a moment away from Harry, and he had already missed fourteen years of Harry’s life. 

But he was just so damned tired. He had lost a brother, countless friends, a lover, twelve years of his life…and now he had to watch said lover be flirted with right in front of him. 

There was a knock on the door, and Sirius grunted.

“Sirius?” Harry stuck his head into the room. “You okay?”

“I’m fine, Hazza.” The nickname, not used since Harry was a baby, had slipped out accidentally his first night in Grimmauld. Sirius had tried to backtrack, embarrassed, but after the way Harry had lit up, he couldn’t not use it. 

“You sure?” Harry came further into the room. “I could get Professor Lupin.” 

“No need to bother him.” When Sirius had last left them, Remus had been teaching Tonks how to waltz in the library. He lifted his arm off his eyes and patted the mattress beside him. “Come sit.”

Harry obediently sat next to him, and Sirius put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I haven’t been…”

He trailed off. He had too much to apologize for. He didn’t even know where to begin.

“It’s fine,” Harry said. “You’ve been distracted.” 

“Nothing could distract me from you.” 

Harry gave him an unimpressed look. “Not even Professor Lupin?”

“What about Professor Lupin?”

“Do you like him?”

“‘Course I like him, Harry, he’s my best--”

“Not like that,” Harry said, cutting him off. “You know what I mean.”  

Sirius sighed. “We dated when we were kids.”

“Yeah?” Harry asked. “What about now?”

“Well, I can’t exactly take him out for a candlelit dinner.” 

“He sleeps in here, though, doesn’t he?”

Not as unobservant as Sirius thought, then. “He does.”

“So does he, like, know how you feel?’

“Tell me, Mr. Potter. How do I, like, feel?”

Harry grinned. “You love him.”

“Yes, I do.” 

“Does he know that?”

“He bloody well should,” Sirius muttered. 

“Maybe you need to remind him, then.” 

***

When Remus came up to bed that night, Sirius grabbed the box he had been keeping in his bedside table since the beginning of the summer.

“Think fast, Lupin.”

Remus didn’t think fast, and the small box hit him square in the chest. He caught it before it fell to the floor, and popped open the lid. His lips parted in surprise.

“Is this--?”

“Found it in Orion’s things,” Sirius said. “Took me a week to get all the curses and enchantments off of it, but it’s been in the family for generations. Seems a waste to let it languish in a drawer.” 

“This,” Remus said slowly, “is the worst proposal I have ever received.”

“How many people have asked you to marry them, Moony?”

“Including this time? Technically, none.” Remus tossed the box back at him. “Because you haven’t asked, Black.”

“Oh, alright, then.” Sirius heaved himself off the bed and dropped to one knee. “Remus, light of my life, will you marry me as soon as there isn’t a price on my head?”

Remus’s lips twitched. “Oh, I suppose.”

“Some acceptance that is.”

“Some proposal that was!” Remus held out his hand anyway, and Sirius slid the gold ring on his finger. 

“And now, maybe if you’re wearing that, my cousin will keep her hands off you.”

Both of Remus’s eyebrows shot up, and then a grin spread across his face.

“Sirius Black, are you jealous?”

“No!”

“You are,” Remus said, delighted. “Hold on, I need to savor this.”

“Savor it?”

“I spent years at school watching the entire student body throw themselves at you and being so jealous I could hardly think straight. You’re jealous because you think I might be interested in Tonks, and because she’s been flirting with me? Yeah, I’m going to enjoy this for a while.”

“Some fiance you are,” Sirius grumbled. 

Remus kissed him, his hands going to Sirius’s belt. “I’ll make it up to you.”

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[starfall-spirit]

My gwynriquin offering is nonexistent in no shape to post yet, but my intended Secrets offering works for today as well.

@polyacotarweek Day 1: Beginnings

I like to pretend something came out of the line, "As High Lady, you are mine." This is part one. Still SFW. Part two will be NSFW. Enjoy!

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As High Lady, you are mine.

Feyre couldn’t get that damn declaration out of her head. Sure her dear friend and training partner had listed every member of the inner circle as loyal people that would come to her defense, but had the second half of his statement been plaguing her thoughts for the past two weeks? Was the second half of his statement making her fearful to drop her mental shields around her own mate?

No.

Cauldron, what she’d give to forget the words he’d so casually thrown that morning. To go back to seeing him as a big brother figure and not an attractive male fueling… curiosities.

“He was frustrated with us,” she muttered to herself. “That’s all.”

“Who?”

She jumped from her seat at her desk as Rhys strolled into the office they now shared. “Rhys. I thought you’d still be out training.” The clock behind her chimed noon. Perhaps she’d just lost track of time, as Rhys was clearly bathed and changed out of his training leathers.

“Az and I finished some time ago. And you’re dodging my question.” Gliding over to the desk, he hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her into a tender kiss that only fed her guilt. “If something’s bothering you, I’m always here to lend an ear. Is it something that happened in Spring? A nightmare returning?”

“I’m fine. Nothing like that, I promise.”

He gave a soft hum, sinking into the desk chair and tugging her into his lap. “Alright then. Can I ask one more question?” She nodded, wrapping her arms behind his neck and around his waist. “Cassian says you’ve been a bit distracted lately. Distancing yourself during training. I’ve noticed as much at dinner as well. He fears he’s upset you somehow.” She grimaced, turning her head. “There it is. Care to share your troubles?”

How was she supposed to say this without doing any damage?

“If you’ve had a petty argument, the bonds in our circle run deeper than that.”

Feyre flinched. As careful as she’d been with her shielding, he’d found a crack to snake past. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered. But this secret couldn’t be kept forever. Not without weighing her down. Rhys said nothing, silent and patient, one hand stroking up and down her spine as she carefully structured her confession. “Our bond is mere months old. I want to say up front, I don’t expect anything to change or open.”

He raised a brow. “To open?”

“He said something the other day,” she began again, desperately wishing she could hide her face as she confessed her horrid desire. “It was something in his tone. His phrasing. Gods, you’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

Rhys wasn’t an idiot. She knew she’d given him enough crumbs by now to pick up on what had been bothering her. Humiliated, she buried her face in her hands, trying to find the words that would inflict the least damage.

That is until she felt a silent vibration against her shoulder and all brain function came to a sudden halt. Her mate was laughing at her. Daring to raise her eyes, she found an infuriating smirk on his face. “You aren’t upset with me?”

“For finding Cassian attractive? Hardly.” His smirk shifted to a more thoughtful expression, the hand rubbing her back spider-walking up her spine to summon a soft shutter. “I’ll admit, with the bond being so new I do find myself feeling a bit possessive. Very possessive,” he amended as she gave him the look. “Glare all you like, darling. We both know you don’t mind it as much as you pretend to. As short a time as we’ve been bonded, I know what it does to you when a male calls you his.”

“How did you…”

“You’ve been exceptional, solidifying and holding your shields. But no one’s perfect, my love.” Feyre groaned, the sound soft, but expressing utter mortification. “Not to mention I got a nearly identical lecture the day Cassian was well enough to stand on his own and yell at me for not dragging you home from Spring. When there’s physical attraction and emotional connections mingling, there’s only so long you can pretend it’s something platonic.”

“There’s no way you’re just… accepting this.”

“It doesn’t thrill me, considering the fresh bond, but it doesn’t plant any doubts about the two of us or my relationship with Cassian. The question now is how interested you are in exploring this. Do you want to approach him about it?”

Feyre thought a moment, reading into the tension in the set of his shoulders, the slight change in his breathing, the set of his jaw. He’d put his feelings aside for her, as he always had, but he was not prepared to open their relationship in any way yet, and truly assessing her own feelings, with her confession behind her, neither was she. “No, Rhys. Not yet.” ~~~~~ Several weeks later, Feyre was struggling to stay true to her denial. The problem, Cassian had volunteered to substitute for Azriel in her flight training, as the spymaster was outside of the city for the next two days. To put it simply, while she had improved several required skills in flight maneuvering and wasn’t constantly plummeting into the lake, she still needed correction on multiple points in her form and technique.

While Az had taken a verbal approach to providing pointers, Cassian appeared to be a bit more hands on. He asked for her consent, of course. Illyrians were taught not to touch others’ wings without permission from an early age. But with that permission she became hyper-aware of every little adjustment and guiding touch to her wings, conscious of the heat of his body behind her.

She’d grown used to the close proximity of their daily physical training and fit into it easily enough. Her attraction to him hadn’t changed anything on that front, once her guilt had faded. But this wasn’t the short and sharp impact of a fist or a brief moment being pinned to the mat—though the latter could be hard to brush off at times. This was downright intimate.

His thumb graze the ridge of one of the more delicate bones, prominent from the back of her wings, finally fracturing her resistance. “I think…” She cleared her throat. “I think this should be the last attempt today. Like you said a minute ago, the winds are picking up and I have a lot to catch up on. The official things, I mean.”

He quirked a brow. “Official things?”

“Court things. With Rhys. In our office. You know, official things.”

His eyes narrowed for a moment, but he nodded when she held her position. “Of course. One last try, like you said. And remember what I told you about the updraft coming in.” She nodded, but was still thrown off, wings angled in a way that did the exact opposite of what she was attempting. “It’s a tough one,” Cassian told her, trying to ease her frustration. “And Az was right. He’s probably a better instructor for you with his experience.”

Feyre didn’t bother pointing out this was no longer about mental blocks. “Thanks, Cass. I’ll see you.”

The second she winnowed to the townhouse and found Rhys, she knew she had his full attention. She didn’t care for the clear suspicion on his face either. “Interesting flight lesson, Feyre darling?”

“It was somewhat successful,” she said honestly. “Until the winds picked up.”

He nodded, tugging her flush against his chest. “And was Cassian able to instruct you as well as Az?”

“His methods were different, but worked well enough.”

“Different?”

“Not as verbal,” she gritted out.

“Ah.” He smiled into her neck. “Starting to see how easily you can torture a male, touching his wings?”

She smirked, even as he grazed a nail over the sensitive joint where the membrane met her leathers, summoning a shiver. “You’ve made that no secret,” Feyre murmured, folding one side of his shirt collar down to flick her tongue over the skin she exposed.

Growling softly, Rhys drew back, raising her chin. “It’s going to take more than that if you’re trying to distract me from what I felt through the bond. The tension slipping through.” She winced. “Did he notice it? Return it?”

Feyre blinked. Despite the results of their original conversation, he almost seemed hopeful. “If he did, he hid it well.” They both knew Cassian would never be the type to get between them. Especially considering he was clueless to Rhys' stance in all of this. Hell, Feyre couldn’t quite figure it out yet either. “Rhys—”

“I don’t want to hear an apology regarding any of this, Feyre. And over the past few weeks I’ve been reconsidering the thought of sharing you.” His fingers curled around the back of her neck, his thumb stroking down the side of her throat. “Reminiscing our wild youth.” Her brows shot to her hairline and he chuckled. “In five-hundred years, you try a thing or two.”

She nodded. “So, if I wanted to try a thing or two?”

His lips curled back into that soft smirk, his mental shields parting. “Show me.”

~~~~~

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[shion-yu]

Day 11: Passing out

Using @medwhumpmay to finally finish this full length Shu sickfic! 5,065 words. Written for my @badthingshappenbingo space “Working Through the Cold” and inspired by this prompt by @snzzenby641 “A horrid boss with an equally horrid cold being less than careful with their germs.” CW: Contagion, mild mess, sneezing, coughing, fever, stuffy talk, ft. Shu’s 14 y/o son.

The second Shu hears his boss sneezing, he knows he’s going to catch whatever it is that’s causing it. He’s never had a very good immune system to begin with, but it was when he was in college that his body seemed to have made the decision to no longer put up a fight against any cold that passed by him. This is a particularly bad thing for Shu because even though he has enough PTO to go on vacation for a month, his boss, Harrison, often denies even more reasonable time off requests.

Harrison is the type to work through a cold, and therefore he expects everybody else to as well. Shu’s not sure what one would have to do in order to be excused for a few days off without getting guilt tripped into coming back early - perhaps a catastrophic earthquake would do. As long as the office was still standing, probably not. Harrison lacks the trait of empathy, Shu thinks, but in a competitive market this is an advantage.

“WEI!” Shu already knows he's in trouble by the way Harrison is screaming his name. He's been trying to avoid being in close contact with his boss all morning in some attempt to avoid Harrison’s very contagious sounding sneezes, but once he enters the lion's den it’ll be all over for him. Shu sighs, straightens his tie out, and knocks on the door of Harrison's office before entering.

"Yes sir?" Shu says, standing up straight.

"Took your sweedt timb," Harrison says, his normally punctuated speech blunted with heavy congestion. He looks pretty bad, Shu thinks. His hair is messy, his eyes are watery and red rimmed, and Shu questions why someone so critical can't tell that he really ought to be in bed right now. Stubbornness, probably. "Your performance review,” Harrison says. “Sit.”

Ah, yes. The dreaded quarterly one-on-one where Harrison points out everything Shu needs to do better and nothing he’s done right. Shu reluctantly sits across from Harrison’s desk, trying not to fixate on the overflowing trash can of used tissues next to him. Harrison lets out several harsh, wet coughs that he only half-covers with his hand, then pushes a small packet of papers over towards Shu with the exact same hand. Shu winces but picks it up and begins reading aloud just how much he sucks at his job, just like Harrison likes it.

Harrison is smirking as usual as Shu reads. He’s definitely a sadist. Otherwise, why would he make them read these in front of him like it’s confession? However he also seems distracted today by the beast of a head cold he has, unable to go more than thirty seconds without sneezing, coughing, or both. He snorts up what sounds like a very thick noseful of mucus up and grunts, rubbing his temple. If he wasn’t such an ass, Shu would feel bad for him. Instead he just feels doomed.

Once Shu finishes reading his review, Harrison asks him the required follow up questions that he always does. “Would you agree with your review? Whadt can I do better as your boss?” Snort. “How would you rate yourself?”

The thing is, answering any of these questions with honesty is a surefire way to be working overtime for the next several weeks. So Shu just answers pleasantly, as he’s supposed to: “It sounds good. Nothing. I’d say I could improve in the areas you mentioned in my review.”

Harrison nods in approval. Believe it or not, Harrison actually likes Shu. He’s a hard worker, he doesn’t cause problems, and he never asks for raises. Shu is the quintessential office grunt as far as Harrison is concerned: quiet and obedient. The people who aren’t? Don’t last very long around here.

Shu, on the other hand, has lasted at this company for over ten years. He’s the longest working consultant for this marketing firm’s location and he even started before Harrison. Shu only has a bachelors, though, so he’s never been promoted to anything farther than senior marketing consultant. He doesn’t supervise, he doesn’t make big decisions, and he most certainly does not make waves.

That is, until he suddenly became a single father to an unruly twelve-year-old who needs Shu’s attention constantly. Shu took unexpected parental leave for four weeks when Alex came to live with him, much to the disdain of Harrison. And when he came back, Shu was different. Work was no longer the number one thing on his mind. These days, Shu answers his personal phone during work in case he has to leave when the school calls him because Alex has caused trouble again, which happens often. He gets sick way more frequently because he’s not used to kid germs and he’s always tired, leading to little mistakes in his paperwork that he always would have caught before. His black hair is quickly turning gray and for the first time in Shu’s life, he cares more about another person than his corporate job.

For Shu, this change is good. Raising Alex is tough, sure, but it’s rewarding and an experience he never would have had otherwise. He loves Alex and doesn’t mind that his relationship with work is changing.

Others don’t agree. Namely, Harrison.

So when Shu comes the following week sniffling and sneezing every few minutes just like Harrison was, all he gets in response is annoyance. In fact, Harrison seems to have complete amnesia about the part where he undoubtedly gave Shu this hell of a cold with his less than stellar public health habits and actually seems to be punishing Shu with more work. He tosses a large folder of paperwork on Shu’s desk and says, “I need this before you leave today.”

Shu has his nose buried in an over-used tissue, the rough ones that the office provides that were the cheapest money could buy. “Yes sir,” he mutters into it. His nose is chapped and bright red from blowing it into the sandpaper-quality tissues all morning.

Mathias comes up shortly after with a bottle of DayQuil and a look of abject pity. “You shouldn’t have even come in,” he says matter of factly.

“Too late,” Shu croaks. His voice is going already and speaking causes him to fall into a fit of harsh coughing. He doubles over, pushing his wheeled office chair backwards from the desk and coughing, and coughing. He’s not sure he can stop.

He feels Mathias’ hand on his back and a bottle of water is shoved into his grasp. “Drink,” Mathias orders.

Shu does. The cool liquid burns as it goes down his raw throat, but it’s also soothing and he finally manages to stop coughing. Mathias cringes just observing him - darker than usual circles under the eyes and greasy hair is not a good look for Shu. “Dude. Go home.”

Shu shakes his head, motioning to the stack of papers on his desk. “Can’t,” he rasps. “I’ll probably have to stay late finishing this stuff.” At least Alex is fourteen now and Shu trusts him enough to stay at home by himself for a few extra hours. When Alex had first come to live with him, nearly two years ago now, Shu had been terrified to leave him alone for even a second.

“Give me half, I’ll help,” Mathias says. He doesn’t wait for Shu to deny him - which he knows Shu will - and snatches the two top binder clips full of paperwork off Shu’s stack of many. Shu nods, unable to bring himself to fight back when he’s feeling this lousy.

By the end of the regular work day, Shu’s sure he won’t get out of here until at least seven, maybe eight PM. He’s working slower than usual thanks to how much his head aches and how many breaks he’s had to take to sneeze and cough himself into seeing black spots in front of him. His arms and even his fingers hurt, the hair on his own head prickling uncomfortably as if affected by static electricity. He’s also freezing and has resorted to swearing his jacket over his usual business attire, but he doesn’t think it’s done much to warm him up.

“You definitely have a fever,” Mathias tells him. “Harrison can find someone else to do this shit.”

“I’m already on thin ice,” Shu says weakly.

“So? He gave you this plague,” Mathias says. But Harrison is his boss too, and he knows just as well as Shu that that’s not how it works around here. He himself only stays at this job for the health insurance, and because he has twin baby girls and a wife at home to make a living for.

“Wei,” a sharp voice makes them both jump in their office chairs. Shu resists letting out an exhausted sigh.

“Yes sir?” Harrison is standing a few feet away from him, coat on and ready to go right on time as usual. What he has to rush off to, no one knows given the man’s perpetually single and lives alone.

“I still expect that paperwork on my desk by the time I come in tomorrow,” Harrison says. “And remember we have the board meeting tomorrow at nine, so don’t be late.”

Shu forgot about the board meeting. He also wants to throw up at the idea of presenting his numbers in front of his seniors when he feels like even standing up is a bad idea right now. He swallows and nods numbly.

Mathias attempts to defend him. “Sir, I don’t think Shu will be able to come in tomorrow, he’s sick as a dog,” he says. Shu feels a rush of emotion that Mathias still defends him like this, even though he’s younger and has no reason to stick his neck out for Shu when he also needs this job.

“I expect a hospital note if he’s that sick,” Harrison says sharply. He glares at both of his underlings who don’t respond again. Then he stalks out of the office to enjoy his night beginning on time without any kids to take care of at home.

Mathias shakes his head, muttering profanities under his breath. Shu just coughs, whispers, “Thank you,” and goes back to his work.

It turns out that thanks to various errors in the data, Shu stays in the office until past nine that night. Mathias leaves around seven, apologizing profusely but Shu brushes him off and says he’s done more than enough to help. Mathias has a family waiting for him at home and a wife who won’t be very happy if he’s any later than he already is. Then Shu’s left alone in the office space, which feels even colder at night and the only sounds to listen to are the clicks of his keyboard and his own miserable sniffling.

He calls Alex to let him know he won’t be able to come home until later, apologizing and telling him to order whatever he wants for delivery food. Alex seems annoyed and just says, “Fine,” before hanging up. Shu rubs his painful sinuses in exasperation and hopes Alex isn’t too angry.

Once he’s sure the numbers are to perfection, Shu finally slaps the pile of completed paperwork on Harrison’s desk and drags himself home. When he leaves the office building it’s dark. The cool night air hits his skin and makes him shiver, then cough. He stumbles a little in the doorway and presses his now burning face into the entryway, letting a self indulgent groan escape from his lips. He feels like shit, he has an angry teenager to go home to, and he has to be back here in less than ten hours to prepare for that board meeting. He lets himself think, ‘I’m not sure I can do this,’ for another thirty seconds before standing up, slapping his hot cheeks and shaking it off. It’s just a cold. His kid and work come first.

Shu drives home without incident, although by the time he pulls into the driveway the flow of undeterred snot has made its way all down his chin. He’s disgusting. He wipes his face with his suit jacket sleeve - which he immediately regrets because now he needs to get it dry cleaned before he can wear it again - and stumbles into the house.

The first stop he makes is Alex’s bedroom to make sure his son is fed and safe. He knocks and cracks the door, peaking in to see the teenager sprawled on his stomach in bed reading a book. Just a bit of the tension he’s held in his shoulders all afternoon dissipates.

“Sorry I’mb so late,” Shu says. His voice is barely there and it hurts to speak. He feels as if he’s gargled rocks. “Did you eat?”

“Yeah,” Alex says, not looking up. Shu knows he’s mad about his being late.

“What’d you get?” Shu asks, leaning against the doorframe because his legs are starting to feel like jello and his head is spinning.

“Pizza,” Alex answers. “I left some for you.”

“Thanks bud,” Shu says. His face suddenly scrunches up and he lets out two very loud, very wet sneezes into his suit jacket sleeve, since it’s already a lost cause. “Excuse mbe.”

Alex does look up finally, a punctuated frown on his face. “You shouldn’t have stayed late if you’re already sick,” he points out accusingly.

“I know,” Shu sighs. But it’s not like he had any choice. Alex doesn’t quite understand that though - Shu never tells him about his job, or his boss, or how much Harrison’s grown to dislike him ever since Shu decided Alex was his priority over his desk job. The kid has enough things to worry about without being made to feel like a burden. “Im’b gonna stick to mby room, don’t want you to catch this alright? Do you need adnything though?”

“No,” Alex says. Shu takes this as his cue to leave the surly teen alone, but Alex adds when he’s halfway out the door, “You gonna stay home tomorrow?”

Shu shakes his head no, coughing meanwhile. “Meeting, but if I can come home early I will,” he says when he manages to catch his breath again. Alex doesn’t say anything else, but his mouth is set in a thin, disapproving line. “Goodnighdt,” Shu says, then shuffles off to his bedroom where he is finally able to let out the torrent of violent sneezes he’s been holding back since he got home. He feels dizzy with the release and blows his nose with blessedly softer tissues than the ones he was forced to use at the office, barely possessing the energy to get into sleep clothes before collapsing on bed.

He knows he should eat and probably take medicine, but he’s one hundred percent spent. He doesn’t think he can even get to the bathroom to brush his teeth, he just needs to sleep immediately. He passes out with the lights still on and his blankets clutched tightly around him, shivering.

What feels like ten minutes later, his six AM alarm goes off. Shu cannot fathom how this is possibly correct, but the clock on his bedside table states otherwise. The sharp tone of his alarm feels like it’s stabbing him in the head with every beep and Shu turns it off with a loud groan - which turns into a series of miserable coughs that sound even more congested than yesterday. He can feel all the nighttime mucus in the back of his throat crackling and breaking up as he coughs, which hurts like someone slapping rubber bands against his throat.

Still, Shu drags himself upright, throws on the first suit he can find that isn’t covered in snot, and half heartedly fixes himself up in the bathroom. He catches a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror and cringes because he looks absolutely awful. His face is pale white and he needs a shave and a shower badly. The energy required to complete these tasks is nowhere to be found though, so he settles for splashing some sink water on his face and calls it good enough. When he blows his nose, it seems there is no end to the thick, greenish snot that comes out.

Alex isn’t awake yet, but the high school is three blocks away so he walks. Besides his suspensions, Alex has good attendance and Shu doesn’t worry about him skipping school. He’s a good kid, despite what some of the guidance counselors believe. Shu fixes Alex his lunch as always, although he forgoes preparing anything with his bare hands and just throws in an accumulation of pre-packaged goods and gives it a spritz of Clorox spray too. Alex rarely gets sick, but Shu doesn’t want to take any chances.

By seven Shu’s out the door, stumbling over his own feet to the garage and praying he makes it to work safely. He feels miserably sick, he can’t even pretend to deny it. But he also feels like he has no other choice but to show up after Harrison made such a point about coming to the meeting yesterday.

When he gets to his desk, Mathias is already at his and his expression leaves nothing to the imagination when he sees Shu. “Jesus Christ, get out of here,” he says.

Shu sneezes in response. “I’d love to,” he croaks. He practically collapses into his office chair, head spinning.

Mathias strides over to him and slaps a hand on Shu’s forehead, unfazed by the way Shu startles. It’s this behavior that made Shu first fall in love with the guy, Shu thinks hopelessly. It’s an unrequited, decade-long crush that will never, ever go anywhere. Shu was the best man at Mathias’ wedding for goodness sake. Best friends is good enough. “You’ve got a hell of a fever,” Mathias says disapprovingly. “Maybe you should go make a show of being a plague rat in Harrison’s office. He might kick you out.”

Shu forces a weak smile at him, closing his eyes and just letting himself enjoy the touch of a cool hand for a few indulgent seconds. Mathias lets go all too soon and hands him a bag of cough drops. “Thought you could use these, I brought them from home.”

“What would I do without you?” Shu murmurs tiredly. Mathias pats his shoulder and goes back to his desk. The cough drops are lemon and honey flavored, which are Shu’s favorite. There was a time several years ago, long before Mathias had a wife and kids, when he and Shu lived together. Mathias must have remembered from back then.

The first hour of the day is spent preparing for the board meeting, during which Shu becomes increasingly uncomfortable. He tugs at his tie and even unbuttons the top two bottoms of his shirt, something that’s unlike him. His coughing is impossible to ignore by anyone in the office, as are his wet sneezes that now come in twos and threes. Yesterday at least they were clearing his sinuses temporarily, but now they just hurt and yet do nothing to fix the blockage in his nose. He’s fully aware that he sounds dreadfully contagious and doesn’t blame anyone for avoiding his desk completely.

Ten minutes before nine, Harrison breezes by Shu’s desk and clears his throat loudly to get Shu’s attention. “Go to the bathroom and pull yourself together,” he orders. “Can’t have you looking like you’re going to die in front of the board.”

“Maybe we’d get a sympathy vote if I do,” Shu jokes weakly, but Harrison’s already across the room. For a short, fat man, he’s awful speedy when he wants to be. Shu pushes himself into a standing position, his arms quivering with effort against his desk. He feels terribly dizzy and keeps one hand on the wall as he finds his way to the bathroom. There he washes his face and tries to tell himself he can do this. He’ll present his brief, hopefully without too much trouble with his voice, and then he just has to wait for the rest of his colleagues to finish. By lunch, he’ll be able to go home and crawl into bed, Harrison be damned.

That’s the plan, anyways. But Shu’s plans rarely work out. The meeting has a lot of important people, including Harrison’s boss and the boss of Harrison’s boss. That’s Shu’s great-grandboss, right? He can’t help but giggle under his breath when he thinks of this ridiculous title. Mathias nudges his from under the desk, a concerned look on his face. ‘Hang in there,’ he mouths. Shu blinks himself back to reality where no jokes are allowed at the board meeting.

When it’s his turn, Shu’s stands up and tries not to sway as his vision blurs. “Ahem. Excuse mbe in advance… I’mb getting over a touch of a cold,” he prefaces, as if he’s not right in the trenches of battle with whatever this hell virus is. “This quarter our numbers have been… impacted greatly by…” He’s interrupted by two sneezes that make the world spin. He reaches for the tissues in his jacket pocket and tries to wipe away the mess without blowing the rest out, which is hard to resist when he can’t breathe through his nose and talk at the same time.

“Egsguse mbe,” he mutters. He knows his voice is cracking and between that and the congestion, he’s not entirely sure his colleagues can actually understand what he’s saying. Does anyone really care, though? Probably not. As he goes on, it gets harder and harder to maintain a natural flow of speech. He’s trying to breathe normally, but instead he feels like it sounds absurdly loud in his ears. Actually, everything is too loud, even though nobody except him is talking.

“Mr. Wei? Are you quite alright?”

Shu blinks hard, trying to focus on whoever just said that. He thinks is Harrison’s boss. Or grandboss, now he can’t remember. He catches Mathias staring at him worriedly and clears his throat. “Perfectly fine. Now… we’ve seen a marked increase in… um, sorry, an increase in sales for products that were… talked about… I mean advertised using our new model of… uh…” Suddenly he can’t remember what that model is. He invented the damn model.

“Mr. Wei.” The voice is more stern this time. Then increases to a shout: “Mr. Wei!”

Shu doesn’t know why the old guy is yelling, or why he suddenly feels like he’s suffocating on hot air. “Just…” He grits his teeth in annoyance. “Just give me a…” He doesn’t finish the sentence, because then suddenly everything goes dark and when he opens his eyes, everybody is yelling. So annoying, Shu thinks to himself. If only they’d just shut up. It’s just sales. It’s really not that exciting.

“Shu, hey pal. Are you with me?”

He recognizes that voice, the one closest to him now. His eyes flutter open and he realizes he’s lying on the floor on his back, Mathias above him with his expression full of concern. “There you are. You’re okay. Take a big breath for me.”

“Ugh… Matty, I don’t feel good,” Shu groans. “Think I’m gonna…” Someone shoves a bin under his chin just in time for him to vomit. There’s not much in his stomach, given he hasn’t eaten a meal since lunch yesterday, but the loud noises that come from his throat and stomach don’t sound so little. Shu whimpers, the board room spinning around him. What was he doing here again? He can’t remember. Was he at work?

“It’s okay, we’re gonna get you taken care of,” Mathias soothes him.

Shu smiles despite himself, his head lolling to the side as if he has no control over it. “You’re always so nice to me,” he mumbles. “I think… my sugar feels low.” Shu doesn’t have diabetes, but he is prone to low blood sugar when he doesn’t eat. He remembers that time, almost eight years ago now, when he fainted at the office. He was sick then, but also had a markedly low blood sugar. Wait…

“Oh shit. Did I faint at the office?” Shu asks wearily, only now realizing he’s still in his work clothes. Now it’s coming back to him. The board meeting… Shu groans. “Oh god. Did I faint in front of everybody?” At least last time nobody had been looking at him when it happened. Especially not an entire room full of all of his bosses.

“Afraid so,” Mathias said. “But I just kicked them out and someone’s waiting for the ambulance. They’ll be here soon.”

“Kill me,” Shu said. He’d fainted and then puked in front of the entire board. That was it, his career was over. He had to quit. “I’m serious, shoot me now.”

Mathias shakes his head, shushing him. “Don’t be so dramatic, you’re probably just dehydrated. You feel like you’re a million degrees, you know that? I told you you should’ve gone home.”

“Yeah, you’re always right,” Shu mutters. He rests his head back down in Mathias’ lap where he’d woken up. “Ugh, my ambulance copay is like, three hundred bucks, too.”

Mathias smoothes Shu’s sweaty hair off his forehead. “Now’s not the time to worry about that, okay?”

Shu closes his eyes. They feel hot and pulsing inside of his skull. “If I’m not out by three, will you make sure Alex is okay? I don’t wanna worry him while he’s at school.”

“Of course,” Mathias says.

The EMTs arrive a few minutes later, Harrison leading them to Shu’s spot on the floor. He’s shivering by then, Mathias’ suit jacket covering him not sufficient to ward off the chills from the fever he’s sporting. They load Shu onto a stretcher after taking his less than stellar vitals and Shu gazes blearily at the office as they walk through it to the elevators, because he’s sure he can never show his face in here again.

“I could probably just sleep it off at home, I don’t think I really need the hospital,” Shu tries to tell them, but they stick an IV in his hand and bring him anyway. There Shu gets Tylenol, a couple liters of fluids that apparently have some electrolytes and sugar, and a dose of IV solumedrol to work on his awful cough. They say it’s probably a viral infection but they’ll send him home on antibiotics anyways, just in case, plus oral steroids. Shu’s still waiting for discharge paperwork when Mathias calls with an update on Alex. He wants to know if Shu’s staying overnight because Alex keeps saying he’s going to leave to sleep at Ryo’s.

“They’re discharging me now, can you guys come get me?” Shu asks. If Alex wants to sleep at Ryo’s that’s fine - Shu knows it’s where he goes as soon as he feels overwhelmed, and Shu being this sick is sure to stress him out - but he’d like to see his son is okay with his own two eyes before then.

Mathias shows up half an hour later, by which time Shu’s dressed, IV removed and scripts in hand. “Alex is in the car,” he tells Shu. “He wants us to drop him off at Ryo’s on the way back.”

“That’s fine,” Shu says. He walks out of the ER on his own two feet this time, still feverish but feeling far better than he did this morning. Whatever “D5NS with KCL” is, he wishes he could keep some handy for all the times he’s feeling weak because he’s pretty sure that’s what helped the most. As they approach the car, Shu can see Alex in the backseat. He’s listening to music with earbuds in, but he pulls one out when Mathias helps Shu into the passenger seat.

“Hey buddy,” Shu says. His voice is still pretty rough sounding, but not talking for most of the hours in the ER helped. “You okay?”

Alex snorts, shaking his head. “I’m not the one who passed out at work.”

“Touché,” Shu says. He’s not sure that’s how the word is supposed to be used, but he’s too tired to care right now. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

“I wasn’t worried,” Alex says quickly, but Shu knows he’s lying. Not that he plans on pointing that out, but he’s aware that Alex cares about everything far more than he likes to pretend. School, Ryo, the fact that Shu still makes him go to therapy once a month even though he says his parents’ death doesn’t bother him anymore. It’s just another reason why Shu feels so fiercely that he has to protect him now.

Alex clears his throat uncomfortably. “Can I sleep at Ryo’s? His dad said it’s fine.”

“Yeah. That’s fine,” Shu says. He’s not sure he would’ve had the energy to argue if for some reason it hadn’t been fine. Thank god for Ryo’s parents and their constant willingness to have Alex over since the beginning. Thank god for Ryo and his calming presence he always seems to have over Alex, despite being the most hyperactive teenage boy Shu’s ever met.

Alex directs Mathias to Ryo’s house and hops out, his backpack for school tomorrow over his shoulder. Alex doesn't look at him, just mutters an uncomfortable, “Feel better,” before disappearing into Ryo’s house. Shu sighs in relief. As long as he knows Alex is fine, he’d rather the kid not be there stressing about him anyways. Mathias brings him home and takes him inside, setting him up in bed with tea, tissues, meds and anything else he could possibly need within reach.

“Thanks Matty,” Shu says tiredly. “I don't know what I'd do without you.”

“I don't either,” Mathias says, eyeing Shu worriedly. “You sure you’ll be okay by yourself?”

“I’ll make it,” Shu says. “Don't worry. I’ll be back at work soon.”

Mathias rolls his eyes. “Not too soon,” he says strictly. “Get some rest.” Then he leaves Shu to his own devices and Shu relaxes, finally in his own bed - where he should've stayed this morning. Oh well. He can't believe how humiliating he is - to pass out at work twice in the span of a few years - but hey, at least no one's going to accuse him of faking. Harrison will guiltily go easy on him for a week, at least. Thank goodness he made it home.

#medwhump may #shionwrites #oc: Shu #oc: Alex #ngl I really like this one it’s just shameless sickfic lmao #and for the anon who asked forever ago for more sick Shu with a slightly older Alex tada #sickfic #illness whump #fever whump #sicknario #sick whump #bad things happen bingo #working through the cold #snz #contagion #oc sickfic #male whump

[dirtytransmasc]

Since I am like angst in the mama Neytiri Au how are the Sully's family reaction to seeing spider dying instead of Neyetam

they had been without their son, their brother, their baby for months. they had run themselves ragged to find him, neytiri the worst; a child is like a mother's heart, without them, she cannot live.

for barely even a second they had him in their grasp, lo'ak and neteyam got to hold them in their arms, got to hear him call them brother again, got to see him smile. Neytiri and Jake got to hear their son's voice over the comms, but they would never hear him call them mama or dad, never get to hug him; not at least with him alive and well, not without the words being soaked in pain, not without his blood coating their hands.

the bullet had nicked him in the side of the chest, right into his lungs. the worst part was that there was barely any blood coming from his chest, no, it poured from his mouth and nose, dripped down his chin, and filled up his mask where it mingled where it met his tears.

by the time lo'ak and neteyam with the help of tsireya and her ilu, made it to the patch of rock, spider was mostly gone, save for the last few flickers of flame that licked at his insides; he was hurting so badly it just barely kept his eyes open. neteyam had shoved an earpeice in her ear allowing him to hear their mother, and eywa he wanted her mother so badly. he fought to stay awake just long enough to feel his mother's arms around him, as she did when he was a small child.

she knew it was wrong, to steal spider away from the family in his last moments, but she couldn't help it; for months she ached with a cold emptiness and the born of an open wound as she went without her baby, her smallest and most fragile child, out of her arms. she needed this.

she held onto him, smoothing his now very messy braids, and kissing his hairlines (she wished she could rip that horrid mask off and wipe his tears, but he was in enough pain as is) praying to the Great Mother that She do not take her miracle child, that She do not take the boy.

Jake kneels numbly behind her, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that this was it, this was the last they would have of their son. that his weak, choked cries of 'mama' and 'dad' were the last they would hear of him. he tried so hard to hold it all together, to keep a stong face, but the little fingers wrapping around his own, scrabbling for some sort of touch, made him break. he hadn't cried, truly cried, in so long, but now he couldn't stop, he damn near wailed as he took the boys head from his mate, holding it in one palm. he didn't want to say goodbye.

tsireya held onto lo'ak where he sat next to his mother, she didn't know the boy, though lo'ak spoke of him when his grief was too great to distract from. lo'ak was looking at the blood on his hands, as if to wish it away, as if he couldn't accept that it was really there at all.

"speak to him," she whispered to him, "do not lose this chance, you have lost enough, do not lose this, lo'ak." she had seen him mourn the loss of his brother for months, watched him rip himself apart over that night. she couldn't let him kick himself over this night too, not more then he already would.

he nodded, but couldn't find the strength to move, so she shifted him forward, closer to his mother, and into his brother's lines of sight. he broke down into his mother's arms, holding onto whatever part of spider he could, begging him.

"don't go, not again, please not again," he cried, "I need you to stay here, with us, with our family." he never anticipated saying goodbye, he always thought they would bring him home, and that would be that. he had been so wrong and now he didn't know what to say. "we love you, I love you, you know that right?"

"we never stopped looking," neteyam chimed in, stopping his pacing along the edge of the island facing the ship that claimed his brother's life, joining lo'ak in his vigil. "we never, for one second, stopped looking, even when mom and dad tried to tie us down, they always kept their eyes out, always kept trying. Don't you dare leave us thinking you were ever forgotten." despite his calm voice his eyes were full of tears, his ears pinned back, his tail lashing angrily at the ground.

"that's right baby boy, we never gave up on you, you're mama especially," jake confirmed with a sullen voice. His son was fading, and their time was almost over.

neytiri didn't speak again; she sang, spiders song chord, memorized over the span of months. she looked him in the eye, smiling, earning a small smile from him. she kissed his forehead once more, taking his hands in hers. she sang him to sleep, like any mother would do, just like she had done the day she met him. when he shuttered his last breath she took off his mask, she kissed his face, wiping away the tears and blood, the pain that had been painted there. she only screamed when she was sure he had moved on into Eywa, she screamed and didn't stop screaming until jake took her to go find their daughters; she killed in such a haze fueled by hate and vitriol that she knew even spider couldn't have talked her down.

tsireya stayed with his body all eclipse, she never left his side, never let go of his hand. she wished she had known this boy, someone seemingly so important to this family she considered part of her own, part of her People. she wished she hadn't met him only in his death.

when she took her daughters back to that sad little rock patch, she held them both as they mourned their brother. kiri seemed disconnected from the reality of the situation, only a few tears streaming down her face as she stared blankly at the body of her brother, her person, they'd always been close, bonded by eywa, to be stripped of that was unimaginable. tuk held onto her big brother's hand, curling into him as her mama held the two, spider back in her lap, tuk at her side.

neytiri flew him home, keeping close to her chest. when she brought him home she took straight to cleaning him up, wiping him of the blood the clung to his skin, rebraided his hair, hands gently tracing over every last feature of her child, ingraining him to memory.

neteyam and lo'ak watched over him at night before his funeral, kiri stayed with him during the day, tuk sat and talked to him whenever mama would let her come see him.

jake forever the strongman of the family, avoiding any shows of emotion, he went to see spider after his sons fell asleep. he cried to him each and every night up until they returned him to eywa. he begged his son to forgive him; for failing him that night, for leaving their home when he was right at their former doorstep the whole time, for failing him again on that ship, for his failure at parenting. he had so many failures to make up for and no time to do so.

no one recovered, you don't bounce back from months of stretching yourself thin, running ragged, all for it to be not only for nothing, but for great pain, loss, and suffering. they had nearly killed themselves looking for spider, only to watch him drown in his own blood minutes after they got him back.

#spider te suli tsyeyk'itan #spider socorro #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #neytiri #jake sully #neteyam sully #lo'ak sully #tuk sully #kiri sully #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water

[daceydeath]

A Work Proposal (Part 8)

Pairing: Felix x Reader Word Count: 2.9k Genre: Smut 🔞 Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, unprotected sex (don't be dumb), loss of virginity, hand job, creampie, soft dom reader, pet names (baby boy), dirty talk.

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career?

You had waited almost a week stressed about what could occur but nothing happened with Eui's departure, there were no rumors about Chan or the kids, none about you within the company and most telling, for you, no media articles claiming anything had happened. You even received a grovelling apology from the higher ups that had doubted you which was a very strange thing to receive, and you were pretty sure it had everything to do with how angry Chan had been. For their part the kids had been exceptional at telling anyone who would listen about the psycho that had been so infatuated with Chan she was almost stalking him and how many horrid things she had done to you and others in the company which would make any allegations all that more unbelievable. Once the girls from Itzy had heard about it they came rushing in to see you flustering the boys greatly as they hugged you and gave you endless compliments before telling them how lucky they were to have their noona and they would take you back if the kids didn't look after you better from now on.

"They will steal you from us?" Jeongin asked wide eyed "Can they do that?"

"No Innie, they can't and I wouldn't leave you anyway" you smiled fondly at him still laughing to yourself at how sweet the girls were.

"You sure, you seem very happy with them?" Minho teased making you smirk at him.

"They aren't as good in bed Minho so I would have to say no" you sniggered sending some of them into giggles and the others into blushing messes.

Chan had done his best during the whole turbulent time to make sure that regardless of what happened you would come out of every situation clean of any trashy rumors and he had kept his word, you discovered, when one of your friends from the legal department emailed you a copy of the NDA that Eui had been asked to sign before her termination making it impossible for her to tell the press anything without the threat of massive legal action. Everything had started to run smoothly again and as winter break approached you hope everything would be finalized for the new year to start again.

"Jagi?" Felix grinned looking at you with bright eyes "Did you want to come shopping with me tonight? I need to pick up some gifts for a few people"

"Course Felix, that sounds like a fun distraction as long as none of the presents are for me" you smiled genuinely at him.

"What if instead of a present I bought us snacks?" he chirped looking happy that you had agreed to go with him.

"Snacks are acceptable" you beamed collecting up your tablet and photo card samples that you had brought down to show them "Did you want me to meet you back down here later or should I just meet you there?"

"Back down here is fine we can head to the dorm the go if you want" his eyes shone as he spoke making you melt for him, Felix had that effect of most people if he was happy everything was good in the world.

You left for your desk feeling like you at least would have something fun to keep you feeling positive and playing the role of Felix's assistant while he shopped sounded more enjoyable and less taxing than anything else you were likely to do. Making your way back down to the dance studio you found yourself taking a seat waiting for the guys to finish up, you watched them go through one last song before Felix grinned at you and hurried off to shower and change so you could leave straight from the company. This left you with Hyunjin and Minho who immediately took advantage of your presence to show you a piece that they had been working on for a few months.

"This one is just for us" Hyunjin smiled dazzlingly at you "its just the three of us, and its different to our usual sort of things"

"How so?" you asked tilting your head slightly confused but your interest piqued.

"It's far more sensual than anything we would do as a whole group" Minho smirked as he went to start the music. You watched mesmerized as the two of them moved noticing the space that Felix should be occupying and trying your hardest not to give in to the temptation to stare too longingly at the pair of them. They watched you as carefully as you watched them, their eyes mapping your every facial expression, every lip bite and every time you licked your lips.

"Jagi?" Felix called as he walked back into the studio his hair done and his clothes changed into more street ware, black jeans that made his legs look amazing, white t-shirt and a black leather jacket he always looked so effortlessly sexy.

"Looking handsome Felix" you smiled teasing him a little and watching his cheeks warm up.

"I'd say you look good too but you always look beautiful" He smiled back warmly walking over to take your hand and lead you from the studio to the car waiting for you both.

"Such a flirt" you giggled making him laugh with you.

"Did you like the choreography? were going to work on a few projects as units so this is the beginning of ours" he explained letting go of your hand but guiding you through the hallways with his hand on your lower back.

"It's very sexy, or maybe it's more sensual than sexy but still it's hot" you fumbled your words trying to imagine him doing the same moves you had just watched Hyunjin and Minho perform.

"We can show you all together some time if you like" he teased his hand dipping lower on your back momentarily and squeezing your arse making you gasp.

"I would love that. A lot" you mumbled before taking a breath to steady yourself "What did you need to get today anyway? You only said gifts this morning".

"I want to pick up some sneakers for Innie, a bracelet for Bin and there was a shirt that I thought Hyunjin would really like but I need your opinion on" he listed "and if I see anything for Chan that would be great but if we manage these three I will be happy". You smiled at him as he opened to door of the car for you to step into asking the driver to take you to the mall and leave you there until he was needed again.

You had been in the VIP area of luxury boutiques before, the Itzy girls had always had you tag alone with them when they shopped, but it was strange to be treated like you were the same as Felix not just as his assistant. You had been treated like a princess by the staff at both Chanel and Saint Laurent, each going above and beyond to show you endless jewelry, bags and clothes as Felix tried on the shirt he wanted to get for Hyunjin, noting anything you particularly liked on a tablet that was located on the sided table by the door, making you a little suspicious.

"Do you think Hyunjin will like it?" Felix's voice broke your train of thought making you stand and walk over to the changing area, Felix looked incredible in the black silk button up shirt that he was wanting to get for Hyunjin "Jagi?" he giggled.

"Sorry...I think he will love it" you smiled bashfully biting your lip in embarrassment at being caught looking at him so longingly in public.

"So cute Jagi" he whispered leaning forward to tenderly press him lips to yours cupping your cheek.

"Felix" you warned playfully which just made him grin and deepen the kiss his tongue caressing yours as he pulled you tightly against him.

"Can't help it Jagi, you look too good" he smiled letting you go as he stepped back from you allowing you to walk back out of the dressing area so he could change. After leaving behind Saint Laurent and approaching Dior you felt the need to press Felix on what was happening.

"Felix, why are they treating me so well?" you whispered hoping not to be overheard by the security that had been assigned to escort you between the designer stores.

"Oh, I told them you are my girlfriend and need to be treated well" he blushed slightly biting his lip.

"Girlfriend?!" you whisper yelled looked confused.

"Yeah well that way you are allowed wherever I go and you get to see all the clothes and things you want, I get to kiss you and tease you" he smiled his usual sunny smile replaced with something more cheeky making you relent with your questioning. "Besides everyone has been keeping track of what you like so that we will know what to get you for presents, its win win really"

"Lee Felix!" you scolded quietly "didn't I say no more presents? you do know good boys are supposed to listen" making him laugh softly and take your hand, intertwining your fingers together. The same thing happened in Dior and then again in Prada which only made Felix grin every time he caught your eye. Finally after buying the final gift in Prada Felix led you back to the car to take you home again.

"Would it be alright if I leave a couple of these with you? Innie is really bad at searching for gifts" he chuckled rolling his eyes.

"Of course Felix, did you want me to just take them up or did you want to bring them in yourself?" you asked softly not wanting to seem like you were pressuring him for more time if that isn't what he wanted.

"I'll bring them up" he smiled brightly as the driver opened the door for you helping you from the car.

You walked into your apartment, flowers that Minho had sent you were sitting on your coffee table, the blazer Jeogin had bought you draped over the back of the sofa and the purse he and Han had gotten you hanging securely on a hook beside your door making Felix smile more.

"I'm glad the others take good care of you" he murmured placing the shopping bags on the couch turning back to you to cup your cheek stroking your cheek bone softly "Am I allowed to kiss you again jagi?"

"Of course Felix you are allowed anything you want" you whispered softly as he dipped his head to press his lips to yours gently caressing your lips with his own in a sweet kiss that made you see stars.

"Anything huh?" he teased stroking your sides with his hands causing you to shiver against him "Can we go to bed?" he breathed against your lips as he kissed you again.

"Yes Felix if you're sure you want that" you mumbled "I would love that".

He pulled you closer against him, pressing your hips against his as he pressed his pretty lips to yours silently groaning as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. Kissing Felix was one of the things you enjoyed the most he was so careful with you so sweet and loving that it made your heart swell every time his lips were on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck one hand sliding into the hair on the nape of his neck pulling him closer against you, of all the guys he was the only one who seemed to want to treat you like you were made of glass, the others could be tender with you treating you gently as they made love to you, but it didn't ever feel like this Felix had a way of making you feel like he actually loved you.

"Jagi" he whined softly against your mouth hid hands wandering your hips and arse squeezing and kneading your curves "Need more of you" you pulled away to see a cute little pout grace his beautiful face making you giggle as you led him to your room and playfully pushing him down on your bed making his face flush the prettiest shade of pink you had ever seen.

"You need more of me pretty Felix?" you teasingly smiled biting your bottom lip as you straddled him his hands instantly coming back you squeeze your hips as his mouth opened in a gasp. You remembered what he had told you he only participated in oral sex he hadn't wanted to go any further than that before, you felt yourself getting wetter at the idea he might want you to be his first, out of everyone he could easily have he might want you. Either way you were happy to tease him before you blew him if that was all he wanted from you.

"Yes please Jagi, need all of you" he whimpered pulling you down against his chest and connecting his lips to your neck and kissing his way up to your mouth his kisses getting more heated by the moment. You pressed your hips down against his crotch faintly rolling them against him to see his reaction, he groaned sweetly against your lips his length hardening beneath you.

"All of me?" you purred your fingers sliding up and down his clothed chest.

"Please jagi" he gasped as you began sliding your hands under his shirt to trace the muscles of his abs and chest hitching it up until you pulled it over his head to reveal him to you.

"Do you want jagi to take care of you?" you continued to tease him, beginning to press yourself harder against him and move your hips a little faster making his head drop back.

"Yes jagi, please jagi" he mumbled panting slightly.

"I've got you baby boy" you smiled down at him before standing up and undressing yourself slowly as he watched with half lidded eyes, licking his lower lip as you started on his jeans. "You tell me if it's too much Felix, I want to make you feel good" you murmured kissing you way along his thighs as he shivered under your touch.

"Already do jagi, you make me feel so good" he groaned his cock already hard from just the little teasing you had done to him "Just want to make jagi feel good" he whined again when you kissed your way past his member and across his abs causing you to chuckle as he writhed below you from teasing stimulation. Slowly you wrapped one hand around his cock pumping it slowly as you continued to kiss your way across him flicking his nipple with your tongue making him hiss and squirm.

"Such a needy baby" you cooed kissing his throat as his looked up at you with such innocent eyes.

"Wanna touch you, can I touch you? taste you? please" he asked softly his breath hitching in time with the hand you were using to pleasure him.

"Where you you want to touch me baby?" you smiled kissing his lips gently.

"Everywhere, anywhere" he mumbled between kisses letting you move yourself off of his chest and straddle his hips again, brushing your slick core against his length "Fuck please".

"Show me where you want to touch me baby boy" you purred again wanting to let him have enough control to tell you how far was enough for him.

Felix dragged his hands along your thighs as he sat up, a dazed look still lingering on his pretty face as his fingers danced around your hips to pull you further against him grinding your wet core against his cock slowly the tip rubbing against your clit perfectly. His lips were on you again, more demanding than before his tongue sliding against yours and sucking on your lower lip, groaning when he felt you growing wetter against him.

"Jagi, want to be inside you" he moaned his head dropping to your shoulder as he shuddered slightly.

"Alright baby boy, let jagi take the best care of you" you whispered into his hair removing his hands from your hips and lifting yourself off of him just enough to take hold of him and guide him to your entrance. Intentionally slowly you lowered yourself down on him letting him feel every inch of your walls as his cock slowly filled you making him moan deeply as you took all of him and sat back on him.

"Jagi, ah, fuck" he muttered his eyes closed as you rolled your hips softly his hands going back to where they were on your hips as you started to move.

"Such a good baby boy letting jagi ride you" you mewled enjoying the stretch you felt as you rocked your hips his dick brushing against you g spot perfectly. Placing one hand on his chest to keep your balance you cupped his face with the other kissing him tenderly. He groaned softly his eyes rolling back as you squeezed him with your walls.

"Fuck, you feel so good, your so tight and hot and fuck" he yelped as you started increased your tempo you knew he wouldn't last as long this time and you wanted to make it as good as you possibly could for him.

"I can't wait until you fill me up baby boy, fill me up so I'm full of you cum" you whispered against his lips kissing him again his thighs were tensing harder now so you knew he was getting close as his moans got louder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" he yelled as he pushed you harder onto his hips thrusting up into you as he lost control of his composure "Jagi" he cried as he reached his peak emptying his balls into you.

You kissed him softly holding him against you as he pressed his damp forehead to yours, his breathing was ragged but the prettiest smile sat upon his lips. You stayed still allowing him to soften fully before you lifted yourself off of him, his cum starting to drip out of you and onto your thighs.

"That was amazing" he mumbled blinking lazily but still grinning.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it Felix I wanted to make sure it was good for you" you smiled back as he opened his arms to cuddle you which you instantly allowed letting him pull you onto his chest while he drew patterns on your back until his breathing returned to normal.

"Jagi can we go again?" he mumbled into your hair as you felt him growing hard once more.

"Always Felix" you giggled as he rolled you under him.

A/N: Thank you for reading my loveliest loves! Once again any likes, comments or reblogs are adored and cherished xx

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[bangtanhoneys]

Lights Will Guide You Home - Seokjin & Grace

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

Fix You - Coldplay

Mandatory military service.

18-24 months of service required of all able-bodied South Korean men aged 18 to 28.

Delayed so Kim Seokjin could continue being a member of BTS but now entering as a private citizen, not a member of Bangtan Sonyeondan.

It brought heartbreak to millions, no one more so than Grace Chu.

Of course, in private, this decision had been discussed and made very early on. Many discussions had taken place that Jin wanted to go into the military after their Maps of the Soul tour but then COVID hit, Butter and Dynamite arrived, Permission to Dance on Stage and then the FESTA announcement of their solo projects and then finally, finally, Busan.

Every time he had planned to go, there was a pushback and a delay and now he was finally going, December 13th 2022.

Privately, Grace had accepted it and had done her goodbyes to her boyfriend of four years. Together they had worked through their problems of being a couple and being in the biggest band ever seen, of Seokjin's insecurities of not being good enough, of Grace's problems with her identity. Together they had been through it all but now it would just be Grace, who would have to go through this another seven times.

It was the worst kind of heartache - knowing your loved one was only hours away yet on the front lines, limited phone calls or texts, days off were only a day and she wouldn't see him properly until 2024. Until that time, her schedule was packed to the rim with her own projects such as an album, a tour, photoshoots, contracts with designers, meetings and more. There wouldn't be time to understand the loss of one of her biggest supporters, there wouldn't be time to adjust to having none of them there.

It was a horrid awareness Grace was experiencing as she and the rest of BTS were saying goodbye.

Of course, they all put on brave faces, as they each took pictures with Seokjin and goofed off for the BANGTAN BOMB camera. It was easy to slip into the public persona even in front of families to starve off tears that threatened to spill over.

Hobi, understanding what was needed, managed to drag Jimin and Taehyung to distract the camera long enough for the couple to have their private moment (or as private as it was going to get).

"I'll contact you the moment I can," Seokjin's voice was muffled behind the mask he wore as he pulled Grace to his chest, allowing her to hide her face in it even if more a moment.

"And I'll keep you and ARMY updated as often as I can. Don't let Jungkook distract you too much, and work hard and send me photos of where you're going. And I'll make sure the guys are safe too. Oh and don't forget to eat, go home and see your parents and look after Min-Ji."

"Are you going away or am I?" Grace asked, chuckling as she reached up to use the cuff of her coat to wipe her cheeks. "And Jungkook won't leave me alone, I think he's pretty much moved in at this point."

It was just as hard for Jungkook. It had always been joked around that Seokjin was one of the main reasons Jungkook had stayed in BTS, he was the one who had raised the fifteen-year-old, helped him do his homework, take him to school, put up with his antics, and was Jungkook's safe place. He had been silent the whole day since they all arrived, barely able to say a word or two but he didn't need to.

Seokjin knew Jungkook's silence better than anyone.

I'll miss you. Don't get hurt and hurry back because it's going to hurt without you.

And Grace was exactly the same.

I'll miss you. I love you. Don't leave but I know you have to so hurry back because I can't do this life without you.

Seokjin pressed a kiss to Grace's forehead, knowing he couldn't do what he wanted to do while in front of everyone. But he didn't need to because Grace knew it all behind that kiss - I'll miss you as well and I'm proud of you.

Grace pulled away to let the boys continue their goodbyes and she used Namjoon's huge frame to take a moment to wipe her tears, to compose herself and slip back into her stage persona. Because it was easier to show that than it was to show what she was truly feeling.

Alone.

Namjoon glanced over his shoulder and gave his noona a gentle nudge to the shoulder, giving her his silent support. Yoongi came wandering over and reached up, making sure her mask was in place and gave her a look to say 'You've got this. We're here.'

Finally, Seokjin was called over to begin his entrance ceremony and Grace felt a hand slip into hers. She looked up to see the youngest, his eyes just as watery as hers even underneath that bucket hat and she gave his hand a squeeze back. Under his breath, he began humming Jin's Astronaut song causing her to smile.

It would hurt to do this seven more times, it would hurt to say goodbye over and over again and it would hurt to be standing on stage as the only member of BTS remaining but the countdown began to 2025 when all of them would be back in Grace's arms and they would be all together again.

She just had to wait. 

Note: Listen to Fix You by Coldplay and Jin's The Astronaut while reading this. I did that and I made myself cry.

#bts 8th member #bts additional member #bts eighth member #bts scenarios #bts female member #bts fanfiction #bts reactions #bts fic #seokjin x oc #seokjin angst

[darkhighness]

Puzzle Pieces

A03

i.e. the first good omens I ever wrote after watching the show.

Aziraphale left an angel shaped hole in Crowley’s chest. As he attempts to quell his anguish in the form of disposable human lovers, he’s forced to confront the feelings he still has for that one bloody angel.

Words: 1487

As the early morning rose and the first drops of the day's rain began to fall, Crowley looked beside him to see his current fixation, Zeke, reading beside him.

Reading. Crowley scowled at the thought.

He hadn't meant to make a habit of popping in and out of human lives. It wasn’t all that fun, interfering in their affairs, but with the angel gone, being evil didn’t have the same ring to it.

Part of him hoped that in his slew of lovers he’d find another man with the same soft touch. The kind of man who would forgive all his shortcomings and who he could truly be happy with.

Unfortunately, humans could never fill that niche. They were fun for a while though.

 With a dramatic stretch the demon wrapped an arm around his human companion and read over his shoulder.

“What have we got today? Dragons? Spicy romance? Maybe a murder mystery?” He teased.

Zeke just shut the book and placed it on the bedside table before he took off his glasses. The wide black frames rested on top of the book, whose cover simply read ‘Dire’ in an overbearing stone font.

“Are you staying for breakfast?” 

The demon grinned before sitting up, pulling the grey duvet up to give him some shelter from the crisp London air. 

“What, and start now?”

“Figures.” Zeke huffed. He turned from Crowley and stared out of the window for a moment, watching the birds fly past. For a moment, Zeke thinks he heard a nightingale but before he can confirm,  the sound of traffic returns.

Crowley snaked his arms around Zeke’s waist, melting into the warmth of his partner like a lizard basking in the warm sun. He kissed Zeke’s jaw and joins him in looking out over the city.

“Horrid place, isn’t it? Never liked London really.”

Even the word felt wrong on his tongue. Regardless of the poor weather or the constant noise, London felt soulless. Like a light had gone out and no one had bothered to reignite the flame.

The sounds of the street fill the apartment for a while, the two laying idly by in the meantime. The longer they sat and stared, the heavier the previously light rain seemed to get. The quiet patter of the raindrops on the windowsill forced a sigh out of Zeke who turned to face Crowley. 

For just a moment, he is distracted by the red hair and the ghoulish grin and snake eyes almost melt away. For a moment, Zeke can almost see the man he fell in love with. This turbulence caused great upset in the man’s stomach and the low growl that followed was enough to get Crowley’s attention.

As soon as the demon opened his mouth, his caring appearance phased away and Zeke was reminded of the monster who laid across from him.

“I best leave you to sort that.”

Despite his proclamation, Crowley made no attempt to move, instead settling further into the bedding while finally releasing Zeke from his grasp.

Zeke has seen this routine all before. He used to let himself get his hopes up and would pray that the morning would go differently. That this time, he would stay. He’d tried everything from home-cooked meals to special morning gifts even just spooning the man and hoping he wouldn’t leave. 

“Look, Crowley I have a big day at work and I don’t have time to sit here with you. I’m sure there’s some big important demon business you need to be doing.”

Crowley let out a low laugh before running a hand through his partner's hair.

“You always make me sound so heartless.” 

Zeke had grown frustrated by this point. He felt months of anger bubbling up inside of him. He had never been the type to blow up at someone but as he felt the presence of that demon in his bed his heart was almost beating out of his chest and for a split second he wished he could hurt him.

But Crowley was untouchable. A constant. Everything that was so intoxicating about dating an immortal in the first place had become a prison locking Zeke in this cycle of never being enough for Crowley. It was obvious that his wasn’t the only pot the snake had been dipping into. But deep down a part of him would always hold onto hope that he could be the only thing Crowley needs, even if it was only for a measly 60 years or so. 

“Look, you know I have things to do. Hell doesn’t wait for anyone you know. I promise, soon we’ll have a day that’s just us and there’ll be no pesky human shenanigans to interrupt us. A whole day all about you and me.”

“Crowley, it’s never about us.” Zeke snapped.

The man leapt out of the bed, his bare torso becoming victim to the cool air. He looked back at Crowley, now sprawled out on the bed in front of him.

“It was never going to be, was it?”

“Now now, where’s all this coming from?” 

Crowley moved to cross his legs under the duvet, the same frustrating devilish grin plastered across his features.

“You and I both know that I’m not the only one. I don’t know where you go every second night but I know that I can’t just keep being your side piece. You might have eternity but I don’t, and I’m sure as hell not going to waste it on someone who doesn’t care about me!”

Zeke storms around the bedroom, picking up his wrinkled clothes from the floor. The action felt rehearsed and there was a depressing rhythm to it, in a way.

“What do you mean I don’t care about you? I have given you everything. Night and day, all my free time has been here with you!”

Crowley leapt out of bed, the sheets remaining as a distant memory of their time together. He moved between Zeke and the doorway, before holding his partner’s shoulders.

“I have nothing more to give.” The demon laments.

Zeke sighed and looked into Crowley’s eyes. He gets lost, for a moment, remembering the long nights that lead up to this point. He remembers the crisp taste of straight whiskey on those lips and the feel of his cool touch. He almost lets himself forget the heartache.

“That’s the thing, Crowley. You have all this to give, but it means nothing to you. What’s a year to someone who's already seen six thousand? What’s a few one-night stands to someone whose entire love life looks like a blip on some bigger picture?” Zeke paused for a moment before deciding to continue.

“You have forever to mess around with anyone on the street yet you make me feel heartless for asking for your undivided attention, for just one singular page in your story.”

He wandered out of his bedroom, looking for somewhere to escape. He cursed himself for a moment with the realisation sinking in that he couldn’t run away from his own home.

Curse demons and their minimalist design style. 

“One day, Crowley, you’re going to have to realise that you can’t finish a puzzle if one piece is always going to be missing.”

Crowley growls slightly, staring at his lover in the hall in front of him.

“What the bloody hell are you on about now?”

Zeke sighs and pulls his shirt over his head.

“You’re searching for something you can’t have. You take men like me and drain us dry all to fill a void that you and I both know is impossible to fill. It’s like there’s these insurmountable expectations you have of everyone. I don’t know how anyone could even reach the standards you have laid out. But you keep looking so someone must have. So who is it?”

The demon pauses for a moment, stunned by the human’s abruptness. It wasn’t like his partners to question him. Usually they’d just grow apart and call it a day. 

“Who?” The demon sputtered. “Look I’ve got no idea what’s gotten into you all of a sudden. I mean we were all happy families until a moment ago.”

For a moment, Crowley allows himself to remember and allows the fond memories he’d repressed into the deeper corners of his mind.

It's hard to ignore the unmistakable scent of thousands of books or the warmth in his stomach when he thinks of his former lover. He longs to forget the dusty old bookshop and the kind man who called it home.

‘Just a friend’ he would say any time he slipped up.

Just a friend who made his heart beat faster. A friend who held him tighter than anyone ever had before. A friend who was always there. Always.

“What’s his name?” Zeke offered as a final olive branch.

“Aziraphale.”

That’s one thing eternity teaches you. Nothing lasts forever.

#good omens #crowley #good omens 2 #anthony j crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ao3 fanfic #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable divorce #ineffable idiots

[helena-thompson]

FORGIVENESS Summary: Helena and Sebastian discuss Anne’s decision regarding what happened in the Feldcroft catacomb.  Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Female MC Words: 984  Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Tags / Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Oneshot, Canon Compliant, Fix-It, POV Third Person  

What were you supposed to do when the boy you loved did something unforgivable? Helena didn’t know.  It had been days since the catacomb, and Sebastian had retreated into himself. It was such a stark change from the boy who was normally full of such passion and charm, and all Helena could do was worry about him. She could see the haunted look in his beautiful brown eyes, saw the deep, dark places his thoughts descended into, and it was only her concern for him that distracted her from joining him in that dark place. 

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This is the first thing I've written for these two, though I have many more ideas! (First thing I've written in over two years, really, but we can all thank Sebastian for taking over my brain and getting me back into it.)

Background info: This is essentially my version of In the Shadow of Friendship. Helena and Sebastian have been together for a bit now, and it takes place after the main storyline of the game is already over.

More info about Helena (description, info on her and Sebastian, timeline, etc.) & a comprehensive list of all fics featuring her can be found on her character website: https://sites.google.com/view/helena-thompson/home

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What were you supposed to do when the boy you loved did something unforgivable?

Helena didn’t know. 

It had been days since the catacomb, and Sebastian had retreated into himself. It was such a stark change from the boy who was normally full of such passion and charm, and all Helena could do was worry about him. She could see the haunted look in his beautiful brown eyes, saw the deep, dark places his thoughts descended into, and it was only her concern for him that distracted her from joining him in that dark place. 

Entering the Slytherin common room, Helena prepared herself for another day of fussing over Sebastian while they waited on word from Ominis about Anne. She looked among the familiar sea of faces in the room but didn’t see him anywhere, and made her way to the Undercroft to search there.

She came upon Sebastian and Ominis in the midst of a discussion, something she’d seen a million times, but her heart skipped a beat when she saw them.

Was this it? Was this when Ominis told them that he couldn’t convince Anne to keep what happened in the catacomb a secret?

Ominis finished speaking to Sebastian, placing a hand on his shoulder before he turned to leave. He knew Helena was there, sensed her with his wand, that red light pulsing at its tip as he made his way towards the exit. 

"Ominis?" Helena forced out, mentally cursing herself for the tremor she heard in her voice. 

Stopping next to her, he cocked his head, milky eyes turned towards her as if he could truly see her. Ominis simply sighed, giving her shoulder a squeeze similar to the one he’d given Sebastian moments ago, before continuing on his way out of the secret room.

"What’s happened?" she asked, carefully approaching Sebastian. He glanced at her, lips pressed thin, his eyes so, so sad.

"Ominis spoke with Anne about what happened with my Uncle Solomon. She believes I should pay for what I did," he said, voice low, and Helena swallowed hard, her blood turning to ice.

This was it. Anne was going to turn him in, and she would lose him to that place she’d heard such horrid things about. It hadn’t even been two months since she lost Professor Fig, the memories of what happened underneath Hogwarts still plaguing her dreams, and now she was going to lose her best friend, the boy she loved, because she couldn’t use her ancient magic to heal Anne. If she’d just taken the power from the repository—

"But, she won’t turn me in," Sebastian continued, and the heaviness in her chest lifted, a breath of relief slipping past her lips. Sebastian sighed, eyes downcast as he furrowed his brows. "She said the guilt I’ll have to live with is punishment enough."

All of Helena’s previous thoughts vanished at his words, her only focus the broken boy in front of her. Without hesitation, she took his hand and tugged him over to the sofa she’d brought down from the Room of Requirement, interlacing her fingers with his as they sat.

"I’m so sorry, Sebastian," she said, and she knew Anne was right. Over the past few days, she’d already seen how the guilt of what Sebastian had done was eating away at him and taking its toll. She could see how he regretted what he did, and how he hated himself for it. 

"The thing is, I think I’ve lost my sister, my twin, forever. She refuses to even see me," Sebastian muttered, his shoulders slumped. He sounded so dejected, so lost, and it was like a knife to the heart. "I can’t blame her. I couldn’t really blame any of you if you gave up on me entirely. You all believed in me. And I let you all down."

Helena gave his hand a squeeze, as if it could banish all his negative emotions. "I’m still here, and so is Ominis. And Anne…" She signed before continuing. "Maybe she just needs some time.

A tear slid down Sebastian’s cheek as he said, "I hope you’re right."

Wiping the tear away, Helena placed her hand, the one not still intertwined with his, on his face and pulled him in close, foreheads pressed together. She could feel his unsteady breath on her lips and she tried to keep her breathing calm and steadying, for him. 

"I realize I can’t undo what’s been done, but I can try every day to make up for it," Sebastian continued, and she knew he meant it, could hear it in the desperate way the words tumbled from his lips. "I owe you and Ominis everything for standing by me."

Helena nodded against him. "I believe in you, Sebastian."

"Thank you," he breathed, the words a sigh of relief as he traced the back of his fingers over her cheek, before his hand settled at the base of her head. He nuzzled her face, and swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. "I have no idea what’s to come, but I am grateful for your friendship." Sebastian pressed a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. "For this," he added, half-lidded eyes meeting her own.

"As am I," Helena simply replied, before pressing her lips to his again. They exchanged a few small kisses before she pulled him into a hug, holding him tight against her body as he wrapped his arms around her and clung to her.

Sebastian was right. The future was unknown, but Helena did know that she would continue to stand by him. She would be there for him in whatever way he needed as he made up for what he did. She still hadn’t fully processed what he’d done, but she would, and they would get through it, together. 

Because that’s what you did when the boy you loved did something unforgivable… you forgave him.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian x mc #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy #helena x sebastian #yes i've done it i've finally written something in 2+ years #all because sebastian took over my damn brain #this is esentially my version of #in the shadow of friendship #my writing

[artisticbunny]

Alright Bun— bonus ask before I go to sleep because I think I’m getting Whispering Willow brainrot lol (on top of utdr and fnaf rot ough—) Because tbh I sincerely think it’s really well thought out, with the little tidbits I’ve read about. The first chapter of it was cool Yk? I’m gonna guess that you’re new to ao3 writing? :3c am I right?

But, skipping the rambles, Lemme get to what I wanted to say:

Can you pretty please feed give us me Kat lore? Like I love ghosties and everything, especially ones that hang around. Like how does she hang around? We know she got buried alive (must’ve been terrifying seriously my bros buried me in sand once but not my face…) but how does her spirit hang about?

Also, why’d her adventure friends bury her? Was it for a reason or just them being like plain old toxic? I don’t think they’d have to like, bury her tho if it’s the second option… :( maybe it was a sacrifice??

(Thanks for storytelling tho Bun! I’m totally locked in! It’s very interesting so far! <3333)

UWAAAA THAT IS SUCH A HUGE COMPLIMENT THANK YOU!!! Literally I have no idea what’s more flattering than having someone brainrot over something you made!!! I’m so SO glad you like it so far!!!

I AM new to writing on ao3!!! You are correct!!! I actually just made my account about a month or two ago! I actually attempted to post this on a website I made in the past, but 1: it didn’t get any traction and 2: I didn’t like my writing, this is actually the third iteration of this story! I am much more comfortable with my writing now than back then :3

Anywho, on to Kat ;3

Here’s the ref I made for her for visualization’s sake! :D

You may recall on the post where I gave a brief rundown on each of my ocs that Kat was framed for a crime she didn’t commit. Kat was originally a Part of an adventuring group called The Rogues of Justice, though since her death she can’t remember the name of her group or the people involved, or even their faces. The Rogues of Justice were a chaotic good group of jokesters. They were known for helping wherever they could and for their wacky and often nutty solutions that didn’t seem like they would work, but always worked out in the end. They were very close.

On Kat’s final mission, she was framed for a crime that severely broke her team’s moral code. She was made to look like she’d ransacked and destroyed a nearby town. Entire livelihoods and homes were destroyed and burnt. People were severely injured. She was found with valuables from the people of that town hidden on her being, and thus was the one to blame.

Of course, she didn’t actually do this. She would never. She was most likely the one who believed in the moral code the most.

She was set up and doomed to be buried alive by a member of her team. Someone who, once upon a time, she loved dearly. When things didn’t work out between them, in a fit of rage, her ex was the one to have sealed her fate.

He didn’t exactly expect for it to go this far, but he didn’t dare speak up, even as the dirt was being shoveled onto Kat’s face. He stood on the sidelines, watching her last moments.

She woke up days later, memories missing, with only the feeling of once being part of something, a burning feeling of injustice and betrayal, a fuzzy memory of a single face she couldn’t recognize, and a crippling fear of tight spaces that gives her a horrid sense of deja vu. She had no idea where she was or how to leave, stuck in the middle of nowhere with nobody nearby. She had been stuck in those woods, going in circles, unable to escape, losing track of time until the day she would find a way to leave.

So basically what’s keeping her here is unfinished business that she forgot ;)

It’s honestly really really sad, but she copes with humor and distractions most of the time so she doesn’t have to think about her memory gaps and the extreme distaste for that one person she can’t quite remember.

There are quite a few dark themes hidden in the story beyond the found family and fun fantasy settings, sorry haha!

I should also mention that the main reason she sticks around with Brook and the gang is cuz she’s BORED. Like she has been stuck in the woods and these are the first people she’s seen in GOD knows how long and they’re on a quest??? That’s some high quality entertainment there!!! She also gets pretty attached pretty quickly because again: human interaction!!!! And they helped her get out!!!! It’s honestly the least she can do while having hundreds of thousands of years ahead of her of existing.

Fun fact!!! Ghosts are basically the magic sparks of people who refuse to return back to the cycle just yet for whatever reason. They can last a REALLY long time but eventually they will get re-absorbed back into the cycle as everything continues on. :)

#bun did a draw #bun rambles #kat whispering willow #whispering willow book #I’m sorry for any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes or anything I’m typing this before bed so I’m a bit tired hehe #also Moog i want you to know I’m reading all ur tags on the reblogs and every time I do I get all giddy #laying on my bed and kicking my legs like a schoolgirl <3 #i should also mention that these refs are a year old now- I made them for art fight last year #i think they hold up pretty well tho :) #long post

[late-to-the-fandom]

Prince Renathal struggles to come to terms with his time in the Maw and his relationship with his Maw Walker during the Venthyr's covenant assault on the Tremaculum. Rated T for implied sexual scenarios. Read here on Ao3 for triggers and tags.

Takes place several months after the imprisonment of Denathrius.

The Maw. It was as dark and harrowing as Renathal remembered. And standing on the ramparts of the Tremaculum, gazing out over the endless expanse of screaming black lurking on every side of the fortress, even the Dark Prince could not suppress a shudder.

Convincing himself to return here had been no small task. All those hazy, horrid memories of his imprisonment - the helplessness, powerlessness; stewing in his own misery and madness, convinced he would never escape - he was able to keep them at bay in Revendreth where he had no end of distractions and little time for dark reminiscences. But now... being back here, where it all happened.... it no longer felt like a distant fever-dream, but an all-consuming nightmare.

Renathal hurled another bolt of vermillion anima magic at the Mawsworn in the fortress below him in an effort to thwart his growing despair. He had hoped the presence of so many friends and allies would make a difference. Just down the ramparts was Theotar's indomitable tea party, an oasis of peace in this stronghold of misery; in the other direction, the Curator, whose determination to join the fight in spite of her own torture in Torghast had bolstered Renathal's resolve to come as well. And everywhere he looked, the Ardenweald defenders' sparkling lights and high battle cries brought pockets of laughter to the bleak desolation. He paused in his spell casting and gazed wistfully around, trying to let the sights cheer him, strengthen his courage, anchor him to existence outside the Maw.

But, as he watched his friends, old and new, being slowly smothered by the Tremaculum’s miserable air, Renathal feared he had made a mistake in bringing them here. He had led them into a hell from which there was no escape. The Mawsworn simply kept coming, no matter what power he threw at them. However many he destroyed, more waited in their wake - a vicious, unending sea of blades and chains and cruel magic. His small band of defenders would never be enough to push them back. And even if by some miracle they did -

Another distant roar echoed from across the battlements, a reminder of the guardian of the Tremaculum, merely biding its time before it chose to descend upon them in fury and demonic flame. The familiar tendrils of despair Renathal thought he had cast off when he escaped the Maw crept across his chest once more.

This damned darkness would swallow them whole.

Then Burly Hurly's rumbling basso echoed up from behind him, followed by a clatter on the ramparts and a light oof, and Renathal's mouth twitched in the shadow of a smile. The Maw Walker's voice always conjured that expression from him, like one of her many little useful spells. He turned, watching her right herself and smooth down her robes, a small self-deprecating smile gracing her features at her less than elegant entrance. She caught him staring and winked.

"You started without me?"

It was no real reproof. Her voice sparkled with humour, and the tension in Renathal's shoulders eased a fraction at the sound.

"I am afraid our friends from Ardenweald simply could not wait. But rest assured, there is still plenty for you to do."

Something of his earlier dark mood seeped into his voice, and the Maw Walker's face shifted into its usual expression - smoothly impassive; what Renathal once read as lack of interest and now recognised as focus, her pale eyes drinking in every detail. She stood beside him, surveying the carnage taking place in the fortress below.

"How goes it?"

"Our enemies currently surround us on all sides. Their forces are seemingly endless."

"Nothing is endless."

She said it with such quiet confidence even the Prince could not bring himself to argue. The Maw Walker turned her head at his uncharacteristic silence, inspecting him with the same laser focus she had the battlefield, as if he were a puzzle she was trying to solve.

"What do you need from me?"

Renathal's amber eyes glowed briefly. There were so many ways to answer that question - many of them sufficiently distracting from his current downcast mood, but only a few of them appropriate to the setting. He knew what he needed from her, but he could not ask her for it. Not here. Not now. His true needs would have to wait. He took a steadying breath and returned his thoughts to the situation at hand.

"Assist the others.” Renathal gestured around at his compatriots on the ramparts. "They will all have specific tasks for you, I am certain. We must push more of these Mawsworn back before we can move on the beast above."

They both glanced up automatically at the platform in the distance where the shadow of the Tremaculum's fiery guardian crouched. The Mawsworn called it Gothra, the Trembler. Renathal had assured his forces when they had first arrived - when he had more of his usual optimistic fatalism about him- that it would be his and Lady Moonberry's task to take on this evil. But now, seeing it loom so large even from so far away, he worried whether their power would suffice.

"Excellent!" The Maw Walker clapped her hands together lightly, derailing his anxious train of thought. "I'll make the rounds then."

She spoke as if she faced a somewhat challenging assortment of guests at the Ember Court rather than an army of merciless fiends. Renathal usually adored her casual approach to danger, but ... the Maw still weighed heavy on him, a burden he could not shed.

"Do stay safe, my Maw Walker."

She gave him a mock-formal nod, though Renathal thought her eyes lingered on his face longer than strictly necessary.

"As you command, your Highness."

And she disappeared.

Renathal cast a subtle glance in each direction, waiting to see where she would blink back into existence. There she was - halfway down the ramparts, where Theotar and his coterie sat. The Duke rose to greet her warmly, immediately offering her a cup which she accepted with a gracious smile. She stood at her ease for several minutes, listening attentively to the Mad Duke's chatter, sipping politely, nothing to indicate she had arrived for any reason other than to enjoy his company.

Something of the fondness Renathal felt for her trickled into his face, his lips curling in as true a smile as they could muster in this place. No matter the situation, the Maw Walker always stopped everything for her friends, always acted as though their needs, however small, were the most important part of her existence. It was a quality he greatly admired.

He continued to watch from the corner of his eye as the Maw Walker made her way across the ramparts to the various generals of the assault; asking questions, taking orders, assessing where her power would be best used. Finally, she hopped lightly onto the balustrade and, without preamble, stepped off into space. She floated gently to the ground below and was immediately accosted by two Mawsworn guards. A purple flash of light burst into being around her, flinging the soldiers back and knocking them to the ground. More purple lights, and the Mawsworn stayed down.

Renathal released the breath he had not known he was holding as the Maw Walker flitted further across the Tremaculum until all that could be seen of her was her signature purple glow. It was a colour he had come to associate with hope, with beauty, with strength - and the sight of it inspired strength in him, as well.

It was time to do his part. Renathal called on his own magic and rose gracefully into the air.

"Lady Moonberry," he called, pleased to hear his voice come out confident. "Might you kindly cover our advance into the fortress?"

"A simple trick," chirped the ever-cheerful winged Night Fae, engulfing them both in blue light. "Now no one can see us unless we want them to!"

They drifted down into the midst of the battle, swathed in the lightly shimmering blue mist. Renathal gazed around him as they descended, trying to catch a glimpse of the Maw Walker, but her flashing lights had disappeared around a dark corner. He did his best to keep apprehension at bay as he and Draven cut a path through their own swarm of enemies to reach the Tremaculum's stairs. After all, this was the Maw Walker's area of expertise. She was powerful and competent, had defeated the deadliest enemies on any numbers of worlds, Renathal knew this well. He rarely felt any fear sending her on dangerous missions throughout Revendreth or the other realms of the Shadowlands. But this was different.

This place...

He shuddered again, disguising it as an adjustment of his coat as he and Draven took stock of themselves under the Tremaculum's stairs behind Lady Moonberry's invisibility spell.

Renathal had never experienced true suffering before the Maw. He was the firstborn of Denathrius, the favoured son. The Prince. He had his pick of everything, succeeded at anything to which he set his hand. Perhaps that was what had given him the confidence to believe he could take down his own Sire; what convinced him that he, in the right, must win out over corruption no matter who was behind it. Instead, he had been cast down, tortured, and finally caged and forgotten, left to waste away in this unending nightmare.

Until the Maw Walker came. The shadows broken by her soft purple glow, her eyes peering at him through the bars, her gentle voice saying his name. Renathal closed his eyes, picturing her, as he often did when stressed: the image of the Maw Walker's hand, held out to him after releasing him from his prison against all odds, offering him freedom and hope. She had changed him. She had changed everything. Even this wretched place.

It took Renathal a few seconds to realize the purple glow was no longer merely in his memory but glinting between the cracks in his closed eyelids. He opened them to find the object of his thoughts peering around the corner at him. Her typically inscrutable eyes held unmistakable concern. He fixed his face into a mask of nonchalance.

“How goes the fight?”

“Smooth as glass. I'm just returning Lady Moonberry's wand.”

The Maw Walker held out the long wooden rod to the winged Night Fae who took it with a giggle.

"I could see the little tormenters scampering from here! That will teach them to be such bullies!"

The Maw Walker's smile widened to match the winged Night Fae's tinkling laugh, and even Renathal could feel humour blossom in his chest like a widowbloom, choking the weeds of anxiety. 

“Let it not be said that it was ever boring while Lady Moonberry was present,” he declared with a hint of his customary wry humour.

He caught the Maw Walker's eye, and she glowed at him, an expression that took his breath away. He was so accustomed to looks of respect, even awe, from penitent souls and other Venthyr, he hardly noticed them anymore. But to be the source of such naked admiration... and on such a beautiful face. It was like a draught of strong anima wine. It left Renathal dizzy and uninhibited. He felt a sudden urge to rejoin the fight.

"We are ready to take the brute upstairs at your command," he told the Maw Walker, finally feeling as confident as he sounded.

She glanced away across the Tremaculum, searching for something he could not see, then back at him again.

"Just one last task to complete. Then I'm all yours. Lady Moonberry?" She released Renathal's eyes to address the Night Fae emissary. "Do look after my prince for me, will you?"

And she was gone again.

Did she know what her words did to him, Renathal wondered, or was it merely coincidence? Could she have any idea what an electric thrill it sent down his spine to hear her call him her prince? And there were so many other things of hers he wanted to be...

A sudden burst of whoops and applause from the Night Fae contingent interrupted Renathal's heady musing. He stepped past Lady Moonberry's spell into the unprotected space beside the stairs to see the source of the commotion. An enormous, sparkling gorm was lumbering across the fortress, knocking back an oncoming band of Mawsworm and squashing them under its squirming weight. Atop it sat the Maw Walker -his Maw Walker - and she was laughing.

No matter what the Maw Walker was doing, she was almost always smiling. A small, inscrutable quirk of the mouth was her face's natural expression, as much her signature as her sparkling purple magic. But laughter - true, unfettered happiness - that was harder to draw from her. Making the Maw Walker laugh was a favorite past time of Renathal's - he found he had rather a talent for it as they shared the same dry humour. Now, watching her meet her enemies, face aglow with laughter, he felt his heart truly lighten for the first time since he had returned to this forsaken place.

As the Maw Walker reined her wriggling steed around, doubling back towards Renathal again, she found his eyes and laughed still harder. And Renathal realised he was smiling, really smiling, something he did not know he could manage in this soul-sucking realm. But the Maw Walker's joy was infectious that way.

Had there been joy in Revendreth before her? If there had, Renathal could not remember it. There was pleasure, certainly, and revelry - courts and balls and endless extravagances - anything to distract from eternity with the worst of the damned. But joy? It was such a different feeling, what she inspired in him, like torch light growing brighter and brighter in his chest, burning but never searing. Renathal had never known pleasant associations with light and fire before the Maw Walker. Never known how wonderful it felt to be truly warm. And now… now, he could not imagine a world without it.

The growing fear of what existence would be like when this was all over, if the Maw Walker left, prickled at Renathal again, as it often did. But he did not have time to indulge it.

"Ready when you are."

The Maw Walker had dismounted at the stairs, leaving her Gorm to be corralled and led off by several merry Sylvar. She shook drops of glowing slime from her robes and reached up to straighten her hair. Her face still shone with the memory of her laughter.

And Renathal found he was ready. That thrill of excitement he felt in battle, no matter its likely outcome, had finally overtaken him, outshining the oppressive dark. He threw off the weight of the Maw like a sodden cloak, reveling in the feeling of freedom and hope once more, and, with a surge of anima, he glided forward up the stairs, his allies and his Maw Walker falling into step behind him. 

"With the power of Revendreth and Ardenweald united, even the most dreaded of the Jailer's beasts will fall with ease!"

Renathal's voice was triumphant, loud enough to be heard over the continued sounds of battle. But not loud enough to drown out the furious roar of the charred behemoth that met them at the top of the stairs.

Gothra, the Trembler. It lumbered slowly around to face them. It had clearly not expected anyone to charge it. But the creature recovered quickly, lurching toward them with another bellow as it drew itself to full height, its wicked fire blotting out the sight of their allies far below.

"However, I did not expect it to be quite so large!"

Renathal's attempt at humour was punctuated by a short cry as he swerved to dodge a jet of angry flame.

"Now it's easier to hit!" called Lady Moonberry, ever a source of practical optimism.

She sent a sparkling blue perabola of light hurtling toward the beast, and Renathal, hovering out of its reach, raised his hands to add his own magic to the assault. He watched another beam of red anima meet his own: Draven's magic; then a stream of purple sparks ascending from the ground which was the Maw Walker's. The combined effect of magic meeting flame lit the eternal blackness of the Maw as brightly as any corner of the Ember Ward.

Gothra simply roared. An explosion of demonic flame from within its core sent fel heat across the platform, extinguishing the defender's spells and sending them staggering back.

Renathal’s stomach dropped all in an instant; just as it had when he had fallen to his knees before Denathrius, realizing too late what a miscalculation he had made. The beast before them cut through anima like a gentle breeze. The power on which they relied would be no use here at all. He wracked his brain for an alternative plan, thinking vainly of Vorpalia whom he had left behind in spite of her protests, assuring her she would not be needed. Well, at least she would be able to say she told him so if he managed to return, which seemed less and less likely.

And then, as in every one of Renathal's darkest moments, the Maw Walker's voice broke through.

"Hold on! I have an idea!"

Her words were saturated in staid assurance, and Renathal knew hope still existed.

He glanced to the side of the platform where the Maw Walker stood and noticed she had conjured - a mirror? One of the mirrors of Revendreth's transport network, or very like it. Renathal knew she had a fascination with their mirrors. Conjuring them was a piece of magic she had picked up from the Venthyr and used frequently. It always delighted him to see her use his magic, the power he had given her and knew so well.

The mirror's glass finished crystalizing into existence, red mist swirling within. And the Maw Walker disappeared through it.

The thought that she was abandoning them here in the Maw flicked briefly across Renathal's mind like the swing of a sudden blade. He parried the strike at once. Never. She would never abandon them. He conjured up the memory of their first failed charge on Denathrius, a fight she had known they would lose. But she had stood beside him regardless, smiled in the face of certain defeat, and assured him if Denathrius cast them into the Maw once more that she would find him and his allies and get them out.

Denathrius' betrayal had shaken Renathal's faith in many things, but his faith in the Maw Walker held strong. He let it soar through his anima, bolstering the magic thwarting Gothra's attempts to reach him, Draven, and Lady Moonberry. The Maw Walker would never leave her friends here. She would never leave him here.

Though, Renathal did wonder what her plan was, exactly.

Light began to seep through the red mirror; first a trickle, then a steady, golden ray, quickly followed by the Maw Walker herself. The Light hit the beast's legs, burning them, causing it to howl and stamp in rage - but there was not enough Light to hold it. Not nearly.

Renathal was wondering how best to thank the Maw Walker while also acknowledging her plan had failed when she disappeared in that shimmer of purple and blinked back into being on the other side of the platform. She spread her arms wide, conjured another ornate mirror into existence, and leaped into its swirling depths.

And Renathal understood. He could not stop the triumphant laughter bursting from him, unbidden. His body shook with it, his head thrown back as he gave himself over to pure, exuberant joy. He was sure he looked less than dignified. Joy often had that effect, he had discovered, but the feeling it left was well worth it.

When the Maw Walker next reappeared, she met his eyes and gave him a quick nod as she sprinted to his corner of the platform, already conjuring her third mirror.

"Allies, brace yourselves!" Renathal called. "Our Maw Walker is nearly ready!"

The creature was now writhing in the presence of the Light. Three beams succeeded in hemming it in, cracking its armored casing and blistering it unmercifully, but they were not enough to destroy it entirely. Renathal focused on his stream of glowing anima, eyes flicking between the rampaging beast and the fourth mirror the Maw Walker had now conjured and disappeared through.

One minute passed. Then another. Renathal waited, arms beginning to tremble with the effort of holding the beast in place.

More minutes slid by, as long and slow as ages. The Maw Walker did not reappear.

A flicker of worry wormed its way into Renathal's confidence. What had she met with? What was happening in Revendreth without him there? All his many suppressed fears struggled to loose themselves on him at once. Had Denathrius made a bid for escape? Had the remnants of the Sire's supporters attacked Sinfall? There were so many things that could go wrong, and no way for him to know or stop them from here....

And then brilliant, victorious Light burst through the fourth mirror. It connected with its sister beams in the middle of the platform, engulfing Gothra in a furious golden swathe. The guardian of the Tremaculum sank to its knees, its howls of agony deafened by the Light's song, like the ringing of a thousand bells. It was not a sound to typically thrill the soul of the Dark Prince, but the sight of the purple light emerging from the final mirror was.

"Burn in the light of the Ember Ward, wretched beast!" cried Renathal, and whether anyone could hear him over the noise and chaos, he neither knew nor cared. His words were for the Maw itself.

Gothra's death throes shook the fortress's foundations until, at last, it disintegrated, leaving behind only smoking, sulfurous ash. Renathal lifted his arm to shield his face from the Light burning into his own form, but he knew better than to worry. The red mirrors were already fading from existence at a spoken word from the Maw Walker below, and the Light evaporated with it.

Renathal slowly descended to the platform, eyes adjusting to the abrupt lack of light, blinking past the spots in his vision as he searched for the Maw Walker. His heart skipped a beat when he could not immediately place her, but - there she was, waiting at the other end of the platform next to an ecstatically fluttering Lady Moonberry.

The Maw Walker's chest rose and fell heavily. There was a long gash in the side of her robes and her hair was in disarray. But she caught Renathal's eye as he approached and straightened, as dignified as she could manage in her disheveled state. She folded her hands in front of her and dipped her head in a deep nod, her formality belied slightly by the wry grin on her face.

"The Tremaculum is yours, Prince Renathal."

The sound of his name on her lips was the moment's crowning glory. Perhaps it was the thrill of battle still coursing through him, but Renathal's red eyes darkened at the rush of unbidden fantasies of all the other ways he wanted to hear her say his name. Only there was no time just now to explore that exciting avenue of thought. The crowd of Ardenweald and Revendreth defenders had gathered below the platform, waiting on tenterhooks for victory to be confirmed.

"The Tremaculum is ours!" Renathal let his voice carry across the forbidding air of the Maw, careless of who or what beyond the Tremamculum could hear him. Hopeful even. Let them all come. "This victory is not just for Ardenweald and Revendreth, but for the Shadowlands!"

The fortress below him exploded in cheers and whoops of approval, applause and elated laughter. The Night Fae's many-colored sparks shot into the dark air, lighting the oppressive sky with a bold and beautiful glow. Renathal let the sound of their celebratory revels wash over him like a wave of cleansing anima, then turned to find his Maw Walker again.

She was sitting on the platform's filthy, ashen floor, legs dangling over the side, arms propped behind her for support. Her eyes were closed and for a moment all the wear and war she had endured showed on her face.

The Maw Walker was tired.

People forgot she could be anything so mortal as tired as they piled task after task upon her, knowing she would never say no, certain she would succeed at whatever was asked. Renathal himself included. He winced at the thought.

He lowered himself to the ashen ground beside her, close enough for his armored shoulder to brush hers. The Maw Walker's eyes flicked open, found his, and she smiled - of course, she always did - though this was not her customary, supercilious smile. It was a warm, living thing that grew as she drank in the sight of him. The idea that the Maw Walker could draw as much strength from his presence as he did from hers was a point of pride in Renathal from which he could never repent.

"Well," he said casually, surveying the unending dark landscape in front of them, "in spite of the danger, I believe this has been a good bit of fun." The Maw Walker laughed softly, and his chest swelled. "Although, you did have me worried on that last mirror."

"Valeri was there," she said. Renathal raised an eyebrow, but the Maw Walker shrugged a weary shoulder. "I took care of her, and her acolytes. One more thing to cross off our to-do list."

"So, all in all, quite a productive afternoon."

"Indeed."

They sat in amicable silence for a moment, watching the Night Fae and the Venthyr below venting their high spirits on the last remaining dregs of the Mawsworn. Maybe it was the lack of Gothra's hellish flame casting the place into shadow, or perhaps it was the gorms still racing about in shimmery streaks, but Renathal thought the Tremaculum seemed less dark than it had earlier.

"Are you alright?" the Maw Walker asked, her gaze fixed on him again.

A simple question, but laden with meaning. She knew, and he knew she knew. Knew exactly how hard it had been for him to return here, what it had taken from him to do so, and what had given him the strength to do it.

Renathal shifted slightly to face her, his lips parted in a soft smile.

"Entirely."

He tucked a strand of loose hair back behind her long ear and leaned down to meet her lips.

It was an innocent sort of kiss, unlike most they had shared in the last year: the stolen kisses in the halls of Sinfall in between her many missions; those long, heated kisses broken by the moans he drew from her during their nights together; the passionate, lingering kiss she had left him with that morning before he readied his forces to enter the Maw, infusing Renathal with the energy he needed to do what he had set his mind to.

But this - this was really more confirmation than kiss. A physical sign that he was truly fine, and more than fine. With the Maw Walker beside him, Renathal was perfect.

"Awww... I love it!"

Lady Moonberry's high squeal broke them gently apart.

The Maw Walker glanced up. The sight of the Faerie's delighted clapping and Draven's stoic approval drew violet pinpricks on her high cheekbones. Being caught in an affectionate moment made the usually implacable Maw Walker flustered, and her blush was so delightful to Renathal he made a note to kiss her in front of others more often. 

"Oh, just wait until Star Lake performs this play! Action and monsters, and romance? It's an instant classic! We'll call it, 'Taking the Tremaculum'! Niya's already been practicing her Maw Walker impression, we'll just need to find someone dashing to play the Prince...."

Renathal, chuckling through Lady Moonberry's excited chatter, rose to his feet and offered the Maw Walker his hand.

"I do hope you will invite us to opening night. That sounds like a performance we would love to see, does it not?"

He brushed long fingers against the Maw Walker's warm cheek, tracing the line of her face fondly. She leaned into his touch, her smile back in its proper place as she admitted, "Well, I do love a happy ending."

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[shambledsurgeon]

ikkaku-of-heart asked:

"Hey, Law? Can I ask you something?" It was odd, approaching her captain with a question about his personal life. After all, she'd only been a Heart for, what, three months now? But she was learning so much about the outside world, and that was making her realize just how...different her childhood had been. And while it probably wasn't really her business, her heart was aching. Had been since she'd chatted with Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin about their friendship with Law. "The guys...they've called us a family, but I don't...know if I agree. They told me you're like everyone's big brother but..." she frowned, chewing on her bottom lip. "You look after us. Protect us. Give a damn about us. That's...not what my big brothers were like."

Dark brow arches, golden gaze flits to meet her, noting the nervous way she held herself. “Hm?’ He isn’t sure why she still has the moments of timidness when it came to approaching him. She had very quickly melded with the crew. It had been very quickly obvious she was a perfect fit and had been opening up well enough, her sassy personality shining through the cautious walls she’d developed from Joras.

Ah. She was opening up to the rest and comparing herself to them. That wasn’t altogether surprising. It was however unfortunate. She carried her own allotment of pain and likely always would. He’d prefer that to be cast away. Pain like that tended to eat away at people and became a horrid distraction. But not many could lock it away the way he did.

“I’m not sure they have a great opinion on what a good brother is.”  He was half joking. They were loyal to a fault and that made them biased when it came to him. Law knew damn well he wasn’t a great person. Not a great role model. In his eyes, not great family. He was touched by them all the same. She was one of them now and his affections extended to her in the same way.

Her words made his insides feel soured and heavy. “Your question is what? Whether we’re a real family? Based off of your bastard siblings?” Hi arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowing. Was he doubting them?

#ikkaku-of-heart

[mayanakos-madness]

So. I have a friend.

We will call her Bloo. Now, remember I specifically say that she is my friend, meaning that I mean no ill will to her by making this post, but god fucking damn it, it needs to be made.

Back in the grand ol’ days of early 2021, some of my friends were having a nice little conversation on Discord, so, pretty average day.

And then Bloo, lovely, lovely, Bloo, asks how to make a grilled cheese. Now, perhaps this would be excusable if she was a small child, but she was not. at this point in time, she was 16.

Now, this was a rather short event on it’s own, but it started a meme in the friend group about how Bloo can not cook grilled cheese, because this was peak comedy to us. It also spawned this glorious fucking image.

Also just so no one gets confused, “Maw is gae” is Bloo. And yes that does say iPod in the corner.

Anyways, flash back to just a couple weeks ago. almost a month ago. It was an average day in our current GC, the previous conversation having something to do with the difference between cannibalism and vore, when we receive these fateful messages.

As you can see, my eyes were filled with hope. Was this it? After nearly two full years of torment, was this it? The brilliant moment in which our anime protagonist would finally overcome her biggest weakness against all odds? Were the credits about to roll after the greatest grilled cheese known to mankind had been constructed by her own two hands?

But, then...

The hope in my eyes deteriorated into dust, tears beginning to fill in their place. How. How the actual fucking hell did she come up with this. After all of the teasing and bullying, this was what her character arc lead up to?

At first, I was too distracted by her spelling mistake, which she then “corrected” with another spelling mistake, to even realize the horror that had yet to come. This was the one and only warning for what was quite possibly the worst thing I have ever dared to lay my eyes upon.

I am going to cut this off here with the keep reading thing because this is honestly just the most disgusting display of something that is supposed to be edible I have ever fucking seen. Click at your own risk.

My eyes could no longer hold the tears, they flooded out onto my bed sheets as the despair and agony overtook my senses. All I could see was this abhorrent piece of fermented dog shit. THIS is the result of that horrid procedure she took to make what was supposed to be a “Grilled Cheese.”

And the bitch has the audacity to ask-

I want to fucking blow myself up. This is the most pathetic and nauseating mistake for an edible sandwich that I have ever had the displeasure of viewing. I don’t want to be in the same timeline in which this shit exists.

And to top it off? That bread, which was supposedly toasted despite being white as fuck,

is potato bread.

She used fucking potato bread for her grilled cheese, tumblr. I can not make this shit up.

I just. I. I fucking. I.

What do I even say about this that hasn’t already been said about NFTs and Politicians. Anyways, we have more things to cover about this shitwreck, so let’s not linger on this for too long. God is it fucking awful. “abysmal at that” -Cam

Now, I, being just the stupendous friend that I am, immediately shared this god-awful mistake with my other friend group, and they reacted with just as much horror as the first friend group did.

One of them asked what cheese she used, which prompted me to ask her. She used velveeta slices.

Ok, not the worst mistake made here, but fucking... velveeta slices? Really? You couldn’t get one step of the equation correct here? Fucking really, Bloo???

That same friend that prompted the question of what cheese she used then recorded a whole tutorial on how to make a damn grilled cheese, and another friend from the first friend group recorded a video of a power point presentation for how to make it. It was glorious.

Yeah I know I said the potato bread would top this shit off but no, there’s more.

SHE COULDN’T EVEN ALIGN THE FUCKING BREAD PROPERLY. I think Cam puts it best:

Speaking of Cam, they made a Reddit post about this.

https://www.reddit.com/r/amistupid/comments/117mr7a/my_friend_doesnt_know_how_to_make_grilled_cheese/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

Many beautiful comments here including my own.

And then later one of Cam’s friends also made a grilled cheese tutorial.

OH. AND I ALMOST FUCKING FORGOT.

Cam asked Bloo if she genuinely did not own a stove, because at this point with that stupid ass method she pulled out of her ass, it came into question, Bloo said:

I am not even fucking with you, this is genuinely how clueless she was about making grilled mcmotherfucking cheese.

ARE YOU ACTUALLY SHITTING MY DICK OFF? ARE YOU GENUINELY SHITTING MY GOD DAMN MOTHERFUCKING DICK OFF???

FOR ANY OF YOU WHO CAN’T DECIPHER THAT SHOVING-THE-WHOLE-KEYBOARD-UP-MY-ASS GARBLED MESS IN THE FIRST MESSAGE, IT SAYS: “WHEN I ASKED ABOUT HOW TO MAKE A GRILLED CHEESE, I WAS SERIOUS”

Yeah she has atrocious spelling too. I’m used to it

I don’t. I don’t even want to exist anymore. I. I think I’m done. That’s a good place to end this. I’ll look back at this in the morning and see if I forgot any important details and reblog with said details, but I think I covered everything of “value.”

Enjoy trying to fall asleep tonight knowing that this life-ruining fucking monstrosity of a sandwich exists.

Feel free to ask me any questions about this, I would love to humiliate her even more. We’re friends I swear.

#mayanakosfuckedupthoughts.txt

[pridestuffooo]

When I was a child, I wanted to play with the cars. "You can play with these" I was told as she handed me the delicate more feminine cars. Okay, I said, I got to play with cars! But everyone else gave me baby dolls. That's fine. I'm told I'll be a mother some day, and mothers are doctors to their children. "No, no. Women become nurses." Okay, I said, I want to be a nurse. I want to be a newswriter and travel all over the world! "No, no, traveling all over the world isn't safe. You could stay at home and write novels." Okay, I said, I'll be a missionary, they're brave and travel and they write and I can be a nurse then too! "Okay", they said, "if you get called to it," and patted my head. I want to climb the tree, I said. "No, it's too dangerous! You're a young lady, you need to stay clean!" Oh, I said, well, okay. This dress is itchy, can I go change? "No," she said, "You need to look nice. You're a cute young lady." But it itches! I cried. "No!" She snapped, "you'll wear something ladylike and that's that!" But as the years went by I cried until I only wore things that didn't hurt my skin. But I knew they had to be cute and only for girls.

When I was 10, my favorite dress was poison green, it was stretchy and felt nice on my skin. Then I started skipping and my chest looked weird and they said, "Looks like it's time for the flower to bloom, hmm?" with strange nods and grins. She brought me the "training bras" which weren't so bad. They made my chest look right again. Then in a few years she brought out other ones. I cried and cried, and told her I hated how they felt. I did, I did, they were awful. But I couldn't tell her I hated how they looked more. My chest was so very very wrong. The training bras were far more comfortable. She had gotten better at listening when things hurt my skin, and said, "Well, but those don't fit. But... I suppose..." and went and bought me more training bras. It was months before I learned they were actually called sports bras. I grew and more and more I hated my skin, hated the thing that I was trapped in. I prayed and begged and pleaded and cried, "Lord, why didn't you make me a boy instead?" And dreamed of a waking up to a boyish frame with no one to know I was ever a girl. But Health class said that all[most, many, but I took it for all because this was misery] girls looked at a mirror and wished they were different because they wanted something different than what they saw there. When my sister watched Mrs. Doubtfire my father scoffed and disapproved, I didn't quite know why but I knew he thought that it was bad. When I was 14, his 70 year old pastor friend told us of the horror of when his father left his family forever to crossdress. Men wore pants and women wore dresses. Just as men wore short hair and women long tresses. Those were always the Biblical rules. At least so I continued to be told.

I can't remember how much the teen years hurt, but after I graduated I finally knew that the word transgender could sometimes exist. But I didn't think that was me. Nor was anything that meant sexuality. The internet was a grand old thing, and I learned at 16 that I might not be broken for not having crushes. But not till I was 17 did I dare to breathe an admittance that I was asexual. And I was 20 before I'd dare to admit that maybe I wanted more than just to be a man. Was it possible I was a boy? But I hadn't been a boy, I was a girl who'd like the cute things I'd been given. Sure, I'd always wanted the other things, but I was always easily distracted by girls' soft plush toys. Who was I to even consider that maybe I might be transgender? A distaste for one's looks, and desperate desire couldn't possibly mean I hit such a dread measure. And there are days and sometimes even full months where I am content with my body and looks. But there are also miserable times where I long for something completely utter. I joke and I scream if only I had a shapeshifting ring. To be a man when my body is horrid, and to leave myself alone when it's perfectly fine. A dress today, or a man in a dress. I don't even quite know where it all ceases. But maybe there's an umbrella that I can stand under. Genderfluid, is that where I reside? Where my gender fluctuates more than the tides? Genderqueer, genderfucked, androgynous, non-binary. I don't quite know, it feels like the sands are always shifting. Am I woman or man? Neither one really fits, but non-binary isn't quite the right, so two umbrellas I'll pick for this changeable me, because genderqueer and fluid are the closest to me.

#genderfluid #genderqueer