#I’m convinced it’s impossible for this man to have a bad hair day

[heartthroblopez]

I LOVE his hair here

It’s giving 90s heartthROB 😍

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[seichira]

is it just me?

itoshi rin is tormented by the lingering ghosts of your tragic breakup. he is cold and he lives with the burden of missing you. he wonders if you are hurting too, or is it just him?

pairing : itoshi rin x reader

content : hurt and comfort. exes to lovers. messy breakup. accusations of cheating (no actual cheating). insecurities. mentions of alcohol. cursing.

it’s one in the morning and rin is surrounded by his friends and acquaintances but still, he feels cold. even with the alcohol in his system that he drank to purposely warm him, it’s cold.

it has been this way for nearly a year now. eleven months and a couple weeks, if anyone is counting. a few days more and it would be the anniversary of your breakup.

the nearer it gets to twelve months without you, the colder it gets. right now, even with the perfectly working heater in one of his teammate’s penthouse, rin shivers.

it’s cold.

he never thought it could be this cold.

rin knows why he feels like this. he knows exactly why he wakes up and goes to bed alone. the reason why his life is dull and empty is not a secret to him—he just won’t acknowledge it.

he refuses to admit to himself that the reason why he has been suffering for the past eleven months of his life is because you’re not here.

how could he admit it? how could he ever address that your absence it what causes his pitiful state, when he brought it upon himself.

it was his fault that you’re not here. he wanted this. well, he had thought that he wanted this.

there is no way he could welcome the thought that he misses you when he was the one who drove you away, right? there is no use.

it’s too late now. all he could do is go out with his teammates on nights like this and pretend as if he wasn’t freezing from the inside out.

“damn, this is so boring,” seishiro sits down beside him on the sofa and rin tenses at the presence of the white-haired boy.

he does not know what to do because among everyone else in this crowded room, you are most connected to nagi seishiro. your best friend. and he has long been your best friend before you and rin even got together.

how is rin supposed to act around the person who is still in your life while he himself isn’t? this man seated next to him knows where you are right now and what you have been doing, while rin has absolutely no idea how you are.

“didn’t think i’d see you here, itoshi,” nagi speaks again. rin hums in acknowledgment, “thought it wouldn’t be so bad to come.”

there is this unspoken understanding between them, that both of them are thinking about you. after all, aside from soccer, all they have in common is their connection to you.

nagi debates whether he should tell you that he saw rin tonight or keep it to himself so as to not instigate negative feelings from you.

rin wonders if he should start asking about you. he decides against it and pretended to busy himself with his cellphone to avoid further conversation with your best friend.

he convinces himself that he does not care. he acts like he doesn’t want to know how you are. he tries to make himself believe that as long as he can fake it, it will somehow be true.

jokes on him, really.

meguru approaches nagi next to him and rin is planning to ignore him like he usually does, but the words that comes out of meguru’s mouth made that utterly impossible.

“nagi! i saw y/n by the bookstore earlier this afternoon, didn’t you ask her to come? i invited her but she said you didn’t mention anythin’ about a party!”

the mere mention of your name makes rin’s heart stop. it has been a very long time since he heard someone mention your name casually around him. now that your name has been dropped, everything comes crashing down on him, and he cannot breathe.

“oh, damn, i’m sorry—“ bachira seems to notice his mistake upon not seeing rin next to nagi. they know not to carelessly throw your name around because at first, it affected his performance. now, it is apparent that you affect him in and out of the game.

“excuse me.”

rin is cold. it’s like ice is running through his veins as he stands up and rushes to leave the suffocating penthouse.

rin runs out to the street and for the first time since he lost you, he names the sinking feeling in his stomach that won’t go away.

for the first time since you walked out the door of your shared apartment, rin finally admits it.

he misses you.

he is longing for you like how the moon misses the sun but never meets it enough. it burns and it is freezing all at the same time because when you were here, he felt nothing but the assurance of your love.

he runs, and runs, and runs. it’s dark and it’s cold, but he runs. he runs in hopes that he could change the past. he runs with the burning desire to correct his faults and take back all the hurt he inflicted on you.

maybe then, you’d be here.

maybe then, it wouldn’t be so cold.

“are you seriously accusing me of that, rin? are you hearing yourself right now?” the hurt was evident in your tone as you watched the love of your life with all of his guards up.

his glares were accusing as if what he saw was an unforgivable betrayal. he had seen you talking to his brother, sae, and rin was quick to act out of pure rage and jealousy.

“you were flirting with my fucking brother!” he spat out, and he knew it was irrational.

he knew he was wrong about and that you would never be able to do that to him, but his years of pent up frustration and hatred towards his brother made it impossible to remember his trust in you.

“and i already told you i wasn’t, rin. i was talking to him. i bumped into him at the coffee shop while i was getting your usual morning drink when he saw me and i sat down for a little chat! that was all, baby. believe me.”

you deserved an award with how well you held up, with how patient you were with him despite his hurtful accusations towards you.

no one else understood him like you did, and you knew to be more patient with him in times like these. you were aware of how his brother affected him and how he just needed someone to stick with him through it.

“well, fuck that! you shouldn’t have been with him in the first place! sae wants everything that i have and now, he’s tryna get you too!”

it almost made you flinch, with his tone rising and his voice getting louder. he is furious, and you try to disregard the sting of his words now that his fury is directed at you.

“i’m sorry, alright? it wasn’t my intention to hurt you, rin. he’s your brother and i thought it would be nice to ask him how he is and—“

rin cut you off like he couldn’t comprehend a word that you were saying. “that’s bullshit and you know it! just fuckin’ tell me the truth! that like everyone and everything else, you’re gonna leave me for him!”

it frustrated you that he blocked all your explanations out. you were growing weary with the accusations thrown at you, but you continued. you continued to reason with him because you knew him. you knew he needed someone to stay. and above all, you tried further because you were in love with him.

you loved rin three years before you finally got together. your two years together made that five. that was five years of your life being deeply in love with someone whom you thought was going to be your husband and the father of your kids.

that amount of time may not be much when viewed through the generations of people who loved each other, but for the both of you, those five years were enough to build a life and create an ideal future with the other.

so, yeah. it never occurred to you to give up in that argument. there was no chance in hell that you would leave him high and dry.

“it’s not like that, rin. i am never going to leave you for anyone, much less for your brother! i need you to listen to me! we talked! that’s it!”

“you’re lying to me. i know it.”

you shake your head in exhaustion. “i talk, and i talk, and i talk—and you don’t hear a thing.” a lone tear falls from your eye without realizing.

his sharp stare does not falter. all he could see was red. the scene of you and sae together replayed over and over again in his mind.

you, the person he loved most, with the person who took everything away from him. it killed him to imagine a future where it is not you and him, but you and sae.

“i’m in love with you. only you. i cannot see myself with anyone else and i thought you knew that, rin. i get that your brother strikes a vein in you but don’t i at least deserve to be heard? we’re better than this.”

“yeah? and i thought you’d be better than acquainting with sae like that. you knew how i felt about him, and you did this? fuck that.”

rin walked out on you that night without another word. it felt like he also walked out on your relationship because he started training more. this meant leaving before you even woke up and going home when you were fast asleep.

during those weeks when rin avoided you like the plague despite living under one roof, you felt completely alone and isolated. you were lonely. he spoke to you in words, and he treated you as if your encounter with sae was enough for him to give it all up.

until one day, he comes home to a living room full of bags and boxes. you were there, waiting for him with a tired smile on your face.

for the first time, rin realized that the black circles under your eyes have grown where they weren’t before. he noticed that you are all cried out and now, you’ve got no tears to shed as you leave him.

“w-what’s all this?”

“i’m leaving. i’m sorry for not getting out of your hair faster. it was really hard to look for another apartment that was within my budget but don’t worry, i figured it out.”

“leaving? leaving me? leaving… this house?” which one is it? or fuck, is it both?

“mhm. i f-figured it’s not healthy for us to live under the same roof after everything. i wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable in your own space just because i’m here, so…”

did you really think he wanted you to leave? he wanted to explain. he wanted to tell you that he only acted that way because he was hurt and he was guilty! you don’t have to leave!

but he’s frozen from where he stood. the sight of all your stuff packed up and ready to go was a little bit too much for him.

you stood from where you were seated among the bags and boxes, and you stop in front of him. again, you smile gracefully, in contrast to the breaking heart that almost killed you.

“and rin? i’m sorry again for what happened with sae. i should’ve known better than to do that to you, and i understand that you don’t want to do anything with me because of that.”

he shook his head but you missed it because you walked past him with some of your bags in your hand. “y/n, no. i—“

you hear it and for a moment, you delude yourself into thinking that he will ask you to stay. but he doesn’t continue.

he stops because how could he ask you to stay after how he treated you? it was his fault for not listening and in the end, it was you who apologized? in what fucking universe do i deserve this angel, huh?

he doesn’t stop you from leaving because in that very moment, the thought of you finally escaping from him and his hurtful treatment towards you didn’t seem so bad.

“so, i guess… i’ll see you around. nagi will be around to grab my remaining stuff, so try not to kill each other, yeah?” you try to play it off cool, mask the fact that inside, everything is falling apart.

rin nods but he stayed with his back facing you. until the end, he did not have the guts to face you. to face what he had done to you and your relationship.

suddenly, everything grew cold. everything lost their color. the empty corners of where your warmth used to be mocked him.

for nearly a year since then, he has lived and suffered with the mistakes he did. he didn’t know what to tell people when they started asking about you. he didn’t know how to ride the train without holding your hand. he didn’t know how to be soaked in the shower without letting his tears flow freely.

he wondered endlessly as he daydreamed of speaking to you again: are you hurting too, or is it just me?

his endless running brings him to your street where you moved when you left him. his feet takes him farther than he expected because this street is on the opposite part of town from your shared apartment, a telltale sign that you tried to get as far away as possible.

evidently, it is not far enough because on your way home from the convenience store, you run into your ex-boyfriend. rin is first to notice your presence, and instead of freezing up like he did when you left, he walks up to you.

“rin?” you are confused and nervous. after all, the last time you had seen him was almost a year ago. you never tried to see him again.

“it hurts.”

the two words he just confessed are two words that he has never said together in a sentence ever in his life. itoshi rin never admits it when something is hurting him. he never tells anyone when he is in pain.

for him to say that now, it is a cry for you to soothe him in a way that only you could, and you know this because you know him better than the back of your hand.

standing a meter away from you underneath a street lamp, itoshi rin confesses his truth.

“it hurts, y/n. it hurts without you. it feels like i can’t breathe. it is so cold without you. it hurts so badly. i thought i could live with it eventually—but i can’t. it only gets worse.”

rin sees your shoulders shake in your attempt to conceal your sobs but you are failing miserably, and so does he. you don’t say anything and rin figures that’s fair.

you already tried to talk. you already told him everything you needed to hear on the night of the fight that ruined your relationship. it’s his turn to tell you everything you deserve to hear.

but he isn’t as good as you when it comes to words. he thinks about how he accused you of cheating on him. he thinks about how he shut you out and left you feeling lonely. he thinks about every day that he could have chased after you but didn’t. he thinks about all of that and he thinks about how he’s sorry.

and he manages to get that last part out, hoping that you would get it. hoping that the deep-rooted connection between the two of you is enough to let you know what he means.

“i’m sorry.”

you drop your groceries to the ground and you close the meter of distance between the two of you. you welcome him in his arms but he wraps his arms around you tighter than you welcomed him, because he is afraid that if he doesn’t, he will lose you again.

“that is all i needed to hear from you, rin. i never wanted much from you. just you and your love. i just needed to know that you still felt that for me, and when i didn’t… i had no other choice to walk away.”

rin nods against your neck and you feel his tears staining your shoulder. “i’m sorry. forgive me, please. i love you. i love you. and i trust you. more than anyone, baby. i promise.”

“you know i could never hurt you like you thought i did—“ you recalled, but rin cuts you off because he can’t bear another second of you defending yourself when you shouldn’t be.

“i know. i know.”

his embrace around you tightens, and he does not care if anyone could look out from their windows and see the soccer star practically begging for you in the middle of the night. not when he is in your arms again after months of only dreaming about it and wishing for it.

“it hurt too much without you too, rin. i had to remind myself that i can’t run to you for warmth. i took everything in me not to throw away my dignity to beg you to bring me back.”

that answers his question.

in his absence, you were hurting too. your separation killed you just like how it killed him.

“no. no—don’t have to beg for it, baby. i should be on my knees to thank you for even taking me back like this because—shit—i swear that i wouldn’t have lasted another day.”

you run your hands through his hair before briefly pulling away to cup his cheek in your hands, and he fondly leans on your touch.

“for the entire year, i thought it was just me who longed for you, rin.”

you couldn’t be any more wrong.

“i begged the stars and the skies for this very moment. it wasn’t just you.”

#⏳ — lumi’s fics! #is it really seichira if it’s not angst #it’s a signature at this point #blue lock #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #blue lock fics #bllk #bllk fics #blue lock fluff #blue lock angst #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin fics #itoshi rin angst #itoshi rin fluff

[scarsrealm]

something new. - leon scott kennedy.

tw: alcohol, slight fluff, swearing, etc.

***

“Leon, it can’t be that bad..” Chris says, looking at Leon with a hopeful expression on his face. “No, I already told you no, Chris. I can’t believe Claire really set me up with this girl.” Leon was annoyed, as always. Claire set him up with a friend of hers because she felt that Leon needed a new person in his life. Of course, Leon disagreed.

“Leon, you’re gonna go.” Leon furrowed his eyebrows at Chris before taking another sip of his beer. “Right…” he said, chuckling. He still wasn’t convinced. He had never met this woman, and he doesn’t know much about her. “I’m serious, this is your chance to settle down with a nice girl.” Leon shook his head. “I don’t have time for any relationships or dates, Chris, and I especially don’t have time to settle down. Just drop it, man. I’m not going.”

Chris groaned quietly, clearly annoyed by his friend’s stubbornness. Leon was a hard person to persuade and it was almost impossible to talk him into doing something, especially when it came down to social things. “You should at least try to get to know her, you don’t have to be all romantic, just see if you like her.” Leon thought about Chris’s words for a moment. Should I do this? Is this a good idea? What if she doesn’t like me? Those questions were relentlessly running through his mind. He didn’t even know this woman and he just was supposed to go on a date with her simply because Chris said so?

Leon was about to reject the idea when Chris spoke again. "Just go on this one date, Leon." Leon groaned quietly. He didn't want to go, but he wanted to do anything that would make Chris shut up about the topic.

"Fine."

He finally said, looking at Chris who had a huge grin on his face. Leon could have sworn that the man looked like a kid on Christmas. "But if this is a total screw up, don't try to persuade me into another one, got it?"

Chris laughed and nodded while Leon took one last sip of his beer before putting it back on the table. He sighed, thinking of how this would go. Would he have a good time, or would he have the worst time of his life? He really didn't want to find out.

"Well, looks like I’m gonna be busy tomorrow night." Leon stood up from the bar stool he was sitting in. Chris smiled and nodded. "I’ll see you later, Leon." Chris waved as Leon left the bar, a sigh escaping his lips as soon as he stepped outside.

"I really shouldn't have agreed to this." Leon mumbled to himself as he got into his car, his mind racing with thoughts. What the hell am I going to wear?

•••

The next day, Leon was standing outside the restaurant where his date was supposed to happen, waiting for the mystery girl. His nerves were on edge. He clearly wasn't too eager on the idea of going out on a date, and now he was actually there and about to do it.

"Fuck.." Leon mumbled, running his hand through his hair. He was nervous and scared, he wasn't the kind of person who really had the best first impression, so he hoped his date would like him. He was dressed nicely, a plain white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black pants. It was simple, yet nice.

He checked his phone for the time, 7:00 pm. He had arrived early, wanting to avoid any awkward moments. He sighed as he leaned against the building, a slight breeze blowing through his hair. The air was cold, which made him shiver a little.

He looked up to see a young woman walking towards him. She had a black dress on, black heels, and her hair was curled and flowed over her shoulders. He could see that she was wearing very light makeup, but it was still noticeable.

The woman walked up to him, a small smile on her face. Leon was surprised and amazed by her figure, she was slim and curvy in all the right places. “Hey, Leon..” the woman spoke, her voice was soft and smooth. She seemed nervous, her hands were fidgeting and she had a shaky smile on her face.

Leon felt a slight feeling of relief wash over him. He was glad that she seemed just as nervous as him. "Hey, um, Y/n, it’s very…n-nice to meet you, Claire speaks highly of you."

Y/n chuckled, her face turning a shade of pink. "Well, it's nice to meet you, too.." she said, looking away from him. "Um, are you ready?" Leon asked, scratching the back of his neck. "Y-yeah, let's go." She said, smiling at him.

He nodded and opened the door for her, causing her to blush more. "Such a gentleman." She said, smiling slightly. Leon chuckled. "I try my best." He said, causing her to chuckle softly. They both walked in, and Leon went to go check them in.

After getting seated, the two of them sat at their table. They both ordered their food and drinks, and the waitress left. Leon and Y/n sat there, a slightly awkward silence hanging over them. They both tried to come up with things to talk about, but nothing was coming up. Leon was the first to speak up, his voice coming out slightly raspy.

"So, um, tell me about yourself.."

He asked, his voice trailing off. He mentally cursed at himself for saying that. Jesus, I should have said something different. He thought. “Uhm..w-well..what exactly do you want to know?” She questioned anxiously. She, too, was nervous. She didn’t know how to be casual, it was just so awkward.

“Well, anything, really. What are you interested in, your hobbies, you know, stuff like that.” Leon said, staring into her eyes intriguingly. “Oh, right..” she pauses briefly to let out a small giggle. “Sorry, I’m just nervous..” She says, Leon nods and laugh softly. “Yeah, so am I. I’m just trying to figure out the right things to say.” He says, tapping on the table as a way to calm his nerves. “You and me, both. I didn’t want you to think I was a freak or something..” She said, smiling shyly.

"Don’t worry, I think you're great. So far, at least." He said, smirking slightly. She laughed. "Yeah, you're not so bad, yourself." She said, clasping her hands together and placing them on the table. She took a deep breath before continuing. "Okay, well, let's see, I enjoy reading, watching movies, and that’s it really..I don’t really have time to do much because of work." She says, looking at him.

"Oh okay..” Leon simply said. “What about you?” She asked. He thought for a second before answering. "I really don't have any hobbies, I'm always at work, so I don't really have a lot of time, either. My job can be very stressful,” he paused and cleared his throat.

"What do you do for work?" She questioned, her curiosity growing. "Uh—“ The waitress interrupted, coming up to the table with their orders. "Here you are." The waitress set the plates in front of them and left. "Sorry about that." Leon apologized, a light blush appearing on his cheeks. "Oh, no, it’s fine.” She had completely forgot what she was asking and Leon didn’t bother to remind her.

They both started eating, and Y/n spoke up. "This is good." Leon smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it is. I should start coming here often.” He said, jokingly, making Y/n laugh a little.

The two continued talking and eating their food, enjoying each other's company. They didn't notice the waitress approaching until she was right next to them. "Do you guys need anything else?"

Y/n shook her head. "No, I'm okay." Leon smiled politely and shook his head. "Just the bill, please." The waitress nodded and left, leaving the two of them alone.

"So, tell me more about yourself." Leon asked, looking at her. She shrugged. "There's not much to tell. I'm pretty boring." She says, laughing a bit. Leon chuckled. “No, that can’t be right. You’re doing a good job entertaining me right now. You're not boring." He said, smiling.

She blushed and smiled at him. "Thanks. I'm really glad I decided to come out tonight, I thought it was gonna be awful, but I was wrong."

Leon nodded. "Yeah, it's not so bad." He said, smirking slightly. Y/n couldn't help but smile back at him. She really enjoyed his company, she thought he was a great guy.

The waitress came back with the bill and set it on the table. "Whenever you're ready, sir." Leon nodded, grabbing the bill. Y/n grabbed her purse and started to take out her wallet. “Whoa, what are you doing?" He questioned, his eyebrows raised. "Paying half, what else would I be doing?" She says, chuckling.

"Put your wallet away, I'm paying. Don't worry about it." He said, opening the bill folder and taking out some cash.

"No, you're not. You can't pay for everything, let me pay my share." She said, a serious look on her face. "No, you're not going to pay." She liked that he was a gentleman, but it didn't mean that she had to let him pay. "Leon, it’s fine—"

He shook his head. "No, I got it, put your wallet away." He insisted. Y/n sighed and gave up. "Fine." She said, rolling her eyes. He chuckled, amused by her stubbornness. The waitress came back and picked up the money Leon left. "Keep the change." He said, nodding. The waitress thanked him and left.

Y/n and Leon stood up and walked out of the restaurant. "Thanks, for the dinner, it was very nice of you." Y/n said, smiling. Leon nodded and smiled back. "Don’t mention it.." he said, his eyes locking onto hers.

They stood there, staring into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity. There was an awkward silence between them as they continued to gaze into each other's eyes. They were lost in each other's eyes, it felt like nothing could ruin this moment.

"So..do you maybe wanna..do this again sometime? We can get a drink or something..you know, whenever you’re free." Leon suggested, hoping that she would accept his offer. Y/n nodded and smiled. "Sure, I'll let you know."

Leon smiled, he was relieved that she said yes. He wasn't sure if he would ask her out again, he was happy that she had agreed to do it. "Sounds good, so..I'll see you around." Leon said, reluctantly leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on her cheek. "Y-yeah, you, too." She said, her face flushing a bright red color.

Leon smiled, thinking to himself. Well, that wasn’t bad after all.

***

a/n: im not sure if you’ll like it but I tried😓 @4leon6

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #re6 #leon scott kennedy fanfic #re6 leon kennedy #re6 leon

[katze-thief]

five days for love confession

pairing: Ren Amamiya/Akira Kurusu x fem!reader

summary: Shujin Academy is holding its annual cultural festival, and it seems that five days of preparation is all it takes to make your crush fall in love with you.

chapter one: prologue

"five days for love confession" series' masterlist

It was a fact that Ren Amamiya did not have the best reputation at Shujin Academy.

Of course, this was due to his criminal record status, but it was more about the implications of it. He couldn’t say anything when a student treated him badly, or delivered lies in form of hot gossips around the student body. Ren heard it all — that, supposedly, he carried a knife around, that he committed audacious crimes frequently and even more. All lies, surely, however, due to the student body being formed of high-profile students, a single complain about his conduct towards other student could mean the end of probation for him. For the worse.

Because of his reputation (and uttermost lack of capacity of deniability), teachers felt that they could basically use Ren as a fix-it man in the organization of Shujin’s events. After all, why bother convincing students to participate and form a minimum quorum, if you can just place the same one? And it wasn’t different with the annual cultural festival of Shujin’s Academy. When he squished himself in between of the crowd of students to see the lists, his name was in almost every single one. Shocking news.

At the end of that evening, Ren, the rest of the Phantom Thieves, and you, were reunited at the attic of LeBlanc, a.k.a. Ren’s bedroom. After you all ate cookies, cake and drank coffee downstairs, now you were trying to figure out in which activities each one was, to assure he wouldn’t go through this utterly traumatizing experience of being at Shujin all day alone (as in the words of Ryuji). The cozy smell of coffee embalmed the place, as well as the woody scent, both so familiar for you.

“I’m in the dancing and musical arts’ front, doing ‘Legally Blonde’” Ann chuckled. She was sitting beside Makoto on the floor, as they made matching bracelets with beads. “It’s the first time Shujin does musicals, right?”

Makoto nodded, reorganizing the beads. “I’m responsible for the festival’s haunted house. Indeed, we only have me, the student council and Ren at this one.” Ren winced at the reminder of work. “You all should subscribe for this one. It’s still open.” She said, stern.

You played chess with Ren on the other side of the bedroom, while they talked and scribbled on paper. Both of you were sitting on his bed, as the checkered board stood on a pillow. Ren didn’t want them to take on more work just for his wellbeing, in fact, he made it clear that was against this whole commotion on LeBlanc. You, however, already expected the school counsellor to put him in every activity, so you secretly sent him a letter asking to be in the same activities as Ren, so he wouldn’t be alone (which may or may not be because of your, also secret, crush for him).

Ren moved the bishop and grinned “Checkmate.”

“How?” you said surprised, not even paying attention to the entire mess of a discussion that your friends were having over the schedule.

The fact was that Ren was terribly bad at chess, at least in comparison to you. He never win, so it was a small joke in between you two ever since you met. It was always the ‘It’ll probably happen when you win me on chess’ for impossible things. However, today’s Earth decided to debunk your saying.

Ren adjusted his glasses, proudly, and redid the sequence of movements of the game, but you could only notice the flicker of his bright eyes, how his wavy hair moved as he explained his thought behind his actions with his throaty voice and—

“Guys!” Ryuji yelled, which made all of you stop and stare at him. He was holding a sheet of paper, one from the pile of lists’ copies, and in his face was the pure look of horror. “I’m gonna cook curry. Cook curry. Wha’ the f-??”

“Let me guess, that’s another one for Ren too?” Yusuke joked, making everyone (except Ren) laugh.

“At least is one thing he actually can cook.” Morgana added, intensifying the laughs.

After that, everyone chatted for a while, before going away. You knew all of them were the Phantom Thieves, so when they stood up to leave, scary looking at the clock, you got it why too. The ‘We need to rest to enter another palace this weekend’ was always there, implicit, even though they didn’t share their plans as thieves with you. It was like those unreachable places in the dreams — you knew the Metaverse existed and knew that your friends frequented it and was behind all those events on the news, but it wasn’t tangible for you. You could never experience it with them, see by yourself. And in those times, you felt less of a part of the group than them.

On the ride home, as you reminisced the memories from the day, you almost gagged when you remembered what you did. “I’m going to work endlessly all week, all day, at Shujin, because of a boy??” you thought to yourself. And oddly, that thought didn’t even scare you.

Because it was Ren Amamiya the boy you were going to spend the longest week of your junior year of high school with.

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[ilargikat]

Romyvalentine2024

It was their first Valentine’s Day together. The previous years there was always some drama that made the day a disaster or disappointing. Or simply the superhero’s life barred them from doing anything meaningful.

And she didn’t even know if Remy likes this type of celebrations. Maybe he thought it was stupid. Valentine’s Day was never her thing, just a sad reminder of what she couldn’t have. Why would the untouchable girl celebrate the day of love? So she convinced herself it was just a a dumb day made up by the stores to sell roses and heart-shaped nonsense.

But this year was different, away from the X-Men. Living a quiet life in Valle Soleada was the perfect occasion to do something different. Something just for them.

Remy had Guild business to attend, but he would arrive tonight. When they spoke, he didn’t mention any special plans. Maybe he didn’t even remember what day it was. So she planned to surprise him with a candlelit dinner, a nice dress, and sexy lingerie.

Hopefully, if Remy wasn’t a big fan of Valentine’s Day, he wouldn’t be too overwhelmed.

Despite all the doubts, she felt stupidly happy. The night before she cooked Remy’s favorite meal and adorned the dining room with candles and flowers. Even made pecan pie.

She bought an expensive wine too, the same wine they drank on their first proper date. The memory of that day warmed her heart. The night was so sweet and romantic. Remy’s tender words made her believe it could work. But after a bunch of heartbreaks, of thinking that all was lost for them... Fate had given them a new opportunity. On Valle Soleada, all those dreams of love were coming true.

Before going to work, Rogue left everything ready. So after arriving home, just had to shower and make herself pretty for him.

Rogue saw the house at the end of the road and picked up her pace. Even if Remy wasn’t home, she cherished the feeling of arriving at her little haven. Everything there reminded her of how happy she felt.

As soon as she walked in, she realized that the bathroon light was on. Cursing her bad memory, she went over to turn it off.

But she didn’t expect to find the tub full of bubbles, candles, small lights tangled in the furniture, and petals. There was a bottle of white wine cooling in an ice chest and behind her, the deep voice of Josh Turner sang Your Man.

Rogue suppressed a giggle and felt Remy’s hands wrap around her waist and his lips trailing kisses from her neck to her ear.

“I’m home,” he whispered, kissing her head.

“Welcome,” Rogue whispered back, caressing his arms.

“So you’ve made a surprise dinner, uh?” Remy said with a smile in his voice.

“I tried, but it seems impossible to surprise you, sugah,” Rogue came back, smiling too.

“I love it, nice food and wine. But I figured you’d come home from work tired, and that you wanted a hot bath first,” Remy replied, turning her around. Then he grabbed her hand, and danced with her around the room.

“That sounds fantastic, but only if you join me,” Rogue added, letting herself be carried away by the rhythm of the music.

“Did you doubt it?” Remy caught her by the waist and let her go down into his arms.

“No, never,” she replied, cupping his face to kiss him.

“Bien,” said Remy, barely parting his lips from hers. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mon cœur.”

“Happy Valentine, Remy.”

Later...

It was very late, Remy was sitting across from her, his hair tousled, naked and looking at her so lovingly that Rogue could barely look up from the strings of her guitar.

“I’m warning you, it’s just a stupid little song,” she murmured, feeling her cheeks burn.

“No one has ever written me a song before. I’m sure it’s magnificent,” he responded, so soft, so sweet. This rare miracle of a man was hers. And she couldn’t love him more.

So she sang

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Sparks Fly

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Prompt - ‘I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.’

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The problem with Matt Murdock was that you had known from the moment you had met him that he was a bad idea. At first he had been all pleasant smiles and soft words but once you had gotten to know him his words turned flirty and his smiles were charmingly attractive. You were glad for the fact he couldn’t see you, glad for the fact he could never witness you blush under his gaze, see as you shifted in your seat or watch the way your breath hitched when he stood too close.

Everything about Matt was a bad idea, falling for him was the worst one though. As much as that man loved flirting with you and everyone else in his general vicinity, you knew at the first sign of real feelings he would run and hide, ignoring it because he was so scared of something you didn’t understand.

You’d met Matt by chance, running into Foggy first after your boss rented out the office space opposite theirs and he invited you inside. The two of you were fast friends but meeting Matt, letting his hand wrap around yours as he introduced himself, feeling sparks between you, you had known then and there it was a bad idea to stick around Nelson and Murdock and yet after that first day you seemed to spend more time in their office than you did your own.

It went on for months, Matt oblivious to how you felt whilst you silently pined. You couldn’t count how many times you’d lost yourself in a daydream, your traitorous thoughts creating all sorts of impossible scenarios where Matt would just grab you, pull you close and kiss you until your lips were swollen and you struggled to breathe.

You knew Matt was a good person, even if he did have a reckless streak, one you’d bore witness to yourself and heard about in length from Foggy. You knew that he would never date somebody seriously, preferring to sleep around rather than stay with one person, you knew you should let go of your crush for him but it was impossible.

Some days you were convinced Matt knew how you felt. When the three of you went to a bar together after work and he sat a little too close to you, his knees brushing against yours and your arms rested against each other. You knew he couldn’t see the way you glanced at the way he sat so close, knew he couldn’t see your smile as you resisted the urge to shift close and yet you always caught a smirk on his face aimed in your direction, some flirty comment following it.

It didn’t matter because you knew for Matt it wasn’t nothing but a fun little game to flirt the night away with you. It didn’t matter how much you told yourself it was just a crush when you knew your feelings went beyond that because nothing would come from them.

“Let me walk you home.” Matt insisted like he did after every night spent at the bar. It had been over a year since you’d met him and he had never once failed to make sure you got home safe, despite your insistence that you’d be fine.

“You don’t have to.” You told him, a scripted response that Matt had come to expect in the time he’d known you and you didn’t need to see him without the red tinted glasses to see he was rolling his eyes behind them.

“I’m gonna walk you home.” He grinned at you causing you to laugh as he headed off in the direction of your apartment, you following him straight away.

Matt walked by your side, close enough that if you were brave enough you’d be able to reach out and brush your hand against his, thread your fingers together and feel his hand against yours. He was close enough that if you turned to face him and leaned up you could press your lips to his.

He was close enough to touch and yet the distance between you seemed wider than ever.

“Everything ok?” Matt asked softly, startling you out of your thoughts and you prayed that he hadn’t somehow been able to tell what you had been thinking about.

“Sorry, lost in my own head.” You chucked, hoping he’d let you brush it off and change the subject but Matt was never one for letting the people he cared about suffer, always wanting to do something to make it better.

“Seems to happen a lot.” Matt stated and you tensed slightly, Matt noticing straight away but he didn’t let it show. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

Did you know that? Sure, of course you did, you could talk to Matt about anything, anything except for the fact you were in love with him, anything expect for the fact that all you could think about was him kissing you right now on the sidewalk, how you wanted nothing more than for him to tell you that he felt the same way.

“I know.” You smiled, letting all the things you most desperately wanted to say go unsaid. “But there’s nothing to talk about.”

Matt clearly didn’t buy it if the frown on his face was anything to go by and as much as you hated putting it there, as much as you hated lying to him you knew it was easier this way. Losing Matt would hurt infinitely more than silently wishing for him.

Matt knew what was eating you up, he knew that you were as desperate for him as he was for you. If it had been anyone else, if he had met you years ago he wouldn’t have hesitated to cup your cheek and drag you in for a kiss, he wouldn’t have given a second thought to taking you to bed, he wouldn’t have wasted any time in making you his.

But it wasn’t years before, it was now and now he had Daredevil in his life. He couldn’t risk another person getting hurt because of him, he was already risking more than he’d like with Foggy knowing but you…he couldn’t risk anything happening to you because of him.

And yet he wanted you. He wanted you so bad. Hearing your heart rate speed up when he brushed his hand against yours, feeling the heat spread to your cheeks when he made a suggestive comment, hearing the way your breathing hitched when he wrapped his arm through yours, knowing you wanted him was driving him crazy.

He felt like a man starved when it came to you, barely holding back from his desires to just give in and kiss you, to feel how good you felt for him, he wanted you. He knew he had feelings for you and all he wanted to do was act on them.

The rain started to fall when you were five blocks from your apartment and began to pour down by the time you were two blocks away. Matt’s hand found yours and you felt the same familiar sparks you always seemed to feel whenever he touched you shoot through your hand.

Matt took off in a run and you had no choice but to follow after him, the two of you laughing and gasping for breath by the time you stood under the small roof at the door of your apartment complex.

The rain had stuck Matt’s suit to him, his hair flat against his head as droplets fell down his cheek and nose. You wanted to reach out and brush his face, wanted to follow the path of the rain drops and trail kisses all the way down to his lips.

Matt could hear the way your heart had sped up even more, having nothing to do with the rain and everything to do with whatever thoughts were running through your head. He wanted to know what you were thinking, wanted to give you whatever you wanted, he was torn, so close to throwing everything out the window and giving in.

The two of you went silent as you turned to each other, your eyes drawn to Matt’s lips and you watched as he ducked his head, watched as he went to lean in before you closed your eyes.

“I should go.” Matt breathed out and you bit back a huff of disappointment, letting your eyes open to look at his sad smile.

“Okay.” You murmured, debating on whether you should be the one to take the risk and close the distance between you, suddenly so sure that Matt wanted you, but you weren’t brave enough.

You knew you’d spend the rest of your life regretting that.

You didn’t want to spend the rest of your life regretting it though, even if Matt couldn’t give you what you wanted you knew he wanted at least one night with you and you’d do anything for it, anything to feel how electric Matt’s kisses were, anything to feel how good his hands running along your body could feel, anything to run your fingers through his hair to pull him into a kiss.

You watched as Matt stepped out into the rain, watched him walk to the end of your street before freezing. You decided you were going to be brave, didn’t let your mind become overwhelmed with all the reasons this was a bad idea and instead followed him out in the rain, feeling a shiver run down your spine and not knowing whether it was from anticipation or the cold.

Matt seemed to have the same idea, turning around on his heel and meeting you halfway, cupping your face in his hands and practically smashing your lips together in a rushed and messy kiss, your noses knocking against each other as your hands gripped his wet suit.

The kiss was everything you had thought it was going to be, if you thought Matt brushing against your hand was enough to send a rush of electricity through you then it wasn’t nothing compared to the sparks flying as he kissed you.

The two of you stayed out in the rain kissing until you had to pull away for air, both of you drenched through but not even noticing as Matt rested his forehead against yours, the two of you breathing heavily against each other.

Matt gave you a second longer to catch your breath before his lips were on yours again, this time his hands found your hips and he nudged you until you were walking backwards towards your apartment, Matt managing to pull himself away so you could open the door before he attached himself to you again, the two of you somehow managing to get up the stairs without breaking apart.

Matt slammed your back into the door, pulling away from your lips to nip at your neck, trailing kisses and pausing to suck bruises into the skin causing you to muffle soft moans as you tried several times to open your apartment door.

Once you were inside Matt wasted no time moving you both to the bedroom, by the time the two of you got there you had both been stripped off your wet clothes and left only in your underwear. Matt sat down on the bed first and pulled you on top of him so that you were straddling him, feeling how hard he was for you.

You moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair, he wet locks tangling around your fingers and you tighten your grip to pull him into another rough kiss, Matt groaning into as you grinded against him, his hand moving towards your hips and dragging you closer, bucking up into you.

“Fuck Y/N, need you so bad.” Matt grunted into your neck when you finally pulled away from each other, his hands running up and down your body causing you to moan.

You shifted down Matt’s body, trailing kisses down his chest until you settled in between his legs, wasting no time in removing his boxers and moaning at the sight of his hard cock, already leaking with pre-cum.

Matt couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into your mouth when your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, forcing his dick half way into you before he restrained himself, listening as you choked and moaning loudly, his hands gripping your hair as you took a breath before you started sucking on his cock like you were made for it.

Matt felt himself hit the back of your throat, moaning even louder as he felt you relax and take him even further. You were making such a mess, he could feel your drool all over his cock, leaking from your mouth and down your chin, he could feel your gaze on him, knew your eyes would be bright and wide especially when he stilled you with the hand in your hair and took over, letting himself lose control as he thrusted himself deep into your mouth.

He had to force himself to pull out before he made an even bigger mess on your face, tempting as the thought was, he needed to be inside of you, needed to feel how good you felt on his cock.

Matt shifted you so that you were laying underneath him, as he settled in between your legs he dipped his head down to smash his lips against yours and feeling the mess you had made had him groaning into it before he pulled away.

You moaned loudly when you felt the head of Matt’s cock pushing at your entrance, spreading you open and stretching you wide. Your hand gripped the bedsheet as you felt him push deeper into you, already feeling fuller than you’d ever felt before he was fully inside you.

Matt kissed you again as he pushed his cock fully inside you, feeling the way you stretched perfectly around him, unable to stop the moans and grunts that escaped him. You were so tight on his cock, the little gasped breaths that left you as he stretched you out ran straight to his cock.

The way he could hear your heart hammering against your chest had him thrusting into you after giving you a minute to adjust to him and you were crying out in pleasure as he set a rough pace, slamming in and out of you like he couldn’t control himself, his fingers rubbing against your clit causing your toes to curl and back to arch as you fisted the sheets and moaned mindlessly.

Matt trailed kissed down to your neck, tasting sweat against your skin as your head fell to the side and he wasted no time in covering your skin in even more bruises, marking you as his whilst he slammed into you, whispering praises, telling you how good you felt, how perfect you were, how much he loved feeling you on his cock.

Eventually it was all too much for you and your hands found Matt’s shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as you felt yourself come apart, practically seeing sparks fly as you came on his cock whilst he continued thrusting into your sensitive pussy, his fingers still rubbing at your clit causing you to whimper and gasp.

Matt continued thrusting into you, feeling like he was in heaven when he felt you cumming all over his cock and lasted only a few moments longer before he stilled, burying his face in your neck and cumming inside you, giving a few lazy thrusts before he managed to pull himself out of you.

You felt a trail of cum leave your pussy, groaning at how empty you felt now that Matt had left you, the man laying on top of you and trailing lazy kisses along your chest, your hands moving up into his hair, running your fingers through it gently and smiling as he leaned into your touch.

“What is this?” You couldn’t help but ask after a while, keeping your voice soft so as not to disturb the peace between you.

Matt knew he couldn’t leave now, not now that he had had you. He wanted you to be with him, he wanted to be with you in every way possible. He’d do everything he could to protect you, to keep Daredevil and the trouble that seemed to follow the masked vigilante far away from you.

“I love you.” Matt confessed, smiling as he felt your heart stutter before speeding up. “I was scared but I love you, Y/N/N, I want you to be mine.”

“I’d like that.” You murmured, letting your lips press against his hair. “I love you too.”

You were ecstatic, for so long you had thought you would never know what it would be like to have Matt feel anything other than friendship for you and now he was here, in your bed, telling you he loved you. It was better than all your wildest dreams, holding Matt close and falling asleep in his arms, glad you had been brave enough and knowing you wouldn’t have to live the rest of your life wondering what would have happened if you’d just kissed him in the pouring rain.

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[samstree]

we'll rip up the map by the seams

(obikin, 1.3k, rated G, also on AO3)

There is a white hair at Anakin’s temple.

It’s a small, inconspicuous thing, hidden under the unruly curls caught in the morning sun. It’s one flicker of silver, easily missed in the blink of an eye.

Obi-Wan doesn’t miss it.

Anakin moves about the kitchen with a mug of steaming caf in hand, rubbing his eyes blearily. He’s just taking another sip when Obi-Wan reaches out, brushing back the locks. There it is, the single strand of white hair just above Anakin’s ear.

Obi-Wan stares at it. Distantly, he feels Anakin put down the mug in faint surprise, a question in the Force around him. He ignores it, only catching the silver hair under his fingers.

“Obi-Wan?”

Durasteel hand catches his, the metal warm from the caf. A kiss is pressed in his palm, lazy and sweet, followed by intent eyes, blue like the cloudless sky.

Obi-Wan blinks, meeting Anakin’s eyes with an exhale.

“Nothing.” He smiles, though the curious tilt of Anakin’s head suggests he does not believe the answer. “It’s only… You have a white hair, right here.”

Obi-Wan cards his fingers through the curls, letting Anakin nuzzle into his touch.

“Do I?”

“Just the one. It’s new, I think.”

Anakin hums, amusement lacing into his voice. “Are you mocking me for my age, old man? Because two can play this game, and you won’t be the one winning.”

“No, not at all. Anakin, dearest, that’s not what I meant.”

Obi-Wan shakes his head, painfully aware of all the silver streaks peppering his own hair and beard. On some days, when the light catches it a certain way, he might think the auburn has all but disappeared, leaving only a reminder of his age.

On those days, Anakin kisses his greying hair, the lines at the corners of his eyes, until all he feels is the incandescent love enveloping him in the Force, until he has forgotten about all the aches and scars in his body. On those days, Anakin reminds him of the here and now, of the hard-earned happiness held within the palms of their hands.

Youth was never the best years of Anakin’s life, painted over by grief and war. That simple understanding has long since settled within Obi-Wan with deep regrets. The dark abyss of anger called for his furnace heart, beckoned him to implode, to consume, to fall.

Anakin would have been too young to be lost in that darkness. Obi-Wan still shudders to think of that possibility, but now…

Now, Anakin is getting old, right here by his side.

“Obi-Wan?” Somehow, Anakin is standing impossibly close, worry etched into the crease between his eyes. “Hey, what is it? You feel… scared. Is anything wrong? Will you talk to me?”

A gentle arm wraps around Obi-Wan. With his flesh hand, Anakin cups Obi-Wan’s cheek, eyes focused on him carefully, searching for the reason for his distress. It’s so endearing Obi-Wan can’t help letting out a self-deprecating huff.

“I didn’t mean to alarm you. My apologies,” Obi-Wan explains, “I’m only dwelling on old fears. This is setting a bad example, I know. You have nothing to worry about, dear heart.”

Despite his words, Anakin does not look convinced. Comfort and reassurance continue to emanate in waves from the Force. Obi-Wan simply closes his eyes for a second to bask in it.

“You know I’ve never been good at following your example.”

Their foreheads rest together for another moment, and another.

Anakin doesn’t press, only waits for him patiently. The years truly have softened him, or it’s just Obi-Wan who somehow inspires him to find all the patience he never used to possess. He’s not certain which one is the answer. Nonetheless, the pause is appreciated.

Obi-Wan sighs. “It’s just…”

“Yeah?”

“For a while, back then, I feared you wouldn’t get to grow old.”

A breath catches in Anakin’s throat, his eyes widening as he pulls back, only by a little.

“Oh, Obi-Wan…”

“I know, I know. I’m being foolish—”

“No.” Anakin shakes his head emphatically. “No, don’t do that. Please, don’t dismiss your feelings for my sake. I—”

They fall into a tight embrace, a little too desperate for a slow, sunny morning like this, a little too fearful.

With his chin resting in the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck, Anakin’s voice is a trembling whisper. “I feared the same. I thought I had no way out, that there was only a dead-end to everything. A future was…impossible, when fear was all I had.”

Now, it’s Obi-Wan’s turn to comfort, to untangle the storm in his Force and provide gentle support to the love of his life.

“That was never true, you must know that.”

“Of course.” Anakin sways, clinging to where their bodies meet, rubbing soothing patterns into Obi-Wan’s back. “We are on the other side of it now. It’s been a long time.”

Not long enough, if the taste of the fallout is still fresh, the ashes cloying in Obi-Wan’s throat. But for now, he contents himself with being held by Anakin.

“Yes, it’s been many years.” He hums. “I didn’t lose you.”

“I’m right here, I promise.” Anakin’s eyes flutter open, the softness in his features hardening into something resolute. “I’ll never stop fighting if it means being here with you.”

The weight of the past lifts from his frown, leaving only the beginning of a smile. Faint lines crease at the corners of his eyes.

Oh, Anakin is growing laughing lines too. Obi-Wan traces them with the tips of his fingers, feeling light and hopeful. Anakin now laughs so easily that the shape of it has etched into his skin, a solid proof of his happiness. The journey to healing was long and winding, but it was all worth it, if it led them both here.

He has never been prouder of Anakin than this moment, and he says so out loud. The praise comes as easily as breathing when there’s every reason for it.

“I know, and I’m proud of you, Anakin, for all that you overcame. I’ve never known a stronger person than you, not just in power, but also in compassion and resilience. Never doubt my faith in you. Never doubt my place, and that I’ll be here for you in return.”

The truth sings beautifully in the Force, followed by a bright, blinding joy.

Obi-Wan kisses the faint lines by Anakin’s eyes, and he kisses the strand of white hair, the stretch of his own smile nearly making it impossible. Anakin squirms under the attention.

“Yes, yes, I’m growing old, as we’ve established. No need to be smug about it.” Anakin wrinkles his nose with the onslaught of kisses. “We are getting there together, you know? Perhaps I should also grow a beard, just to get the message across.”

“Hmm, no.” Obi-Wan pulls away to throw him an unimpressed look.

“Don’t want me to steal your signature look?” Anakin cocks an eyebrow in a challenge. “Or scared it’ll look better on me?”

“I’ll get terrible burns.”

Anakin huffs in indignation. “So you do know what it’s like—”

Without letting him finish, Obi-Wan pulls Anakin into another kiss, just the way he knows will tickle Anakin’s skin. The grins and breathy laughs slow down in time, growing into something more languid. They melt into each other’s arms, catching every one of the soft sighs and moans, until the world fades away and all that’s left is them, the Force and its golden light.

The caf gets cold, and the morning sun rises high above the ground, but they are in no hurry. They have a lifetime awaiting.

After all, Anakin will grow old, safe and bright, and Obi-Wan will guard every grey hair and every wrinkle with his heart for the precious things that they are.

They will grow old together.

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[headfullofpresley]

To The Grave

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: Your brother doesn't like you dating around in general, but he has a particularly bad feeling about the guy from work who takes you to the Memphis fair.

Word count: 5,5K

Warning(s): brother!Elvis, angsty, Elvis is not famous (he could be since there's no indication if he is or not, i just wrote it in mind that he's not), mentions of Anita, some sexism, hints of SA!! (not detailed), violence, mentions of/possible murder, strong language.

Author's note: this was supposed to be a "overprotective brother!elvis follows his sister when she goes on a date" kinda vibe but ofcourse, i got carried away and it turned into much more. also, the ending is absolute shit HA! just pretend it isn't. hope y'all enjoy nonetheless. <3

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Tonight was an exciting night for you. Finally the guy you had been crushing on for the past year asked you out on an official date and you had been over the moon for entirety of the day. You had become fast friends with your co-worker Dean when you started your job and it was impossible not to fall for him – he had a charming smile, beautiful brown eyes and golden locks and he always said all the right things.

You were smitten and in a state of dreaming about the man the second you saw him, but leave it up to your older brother to rain on your parade.

“He’s probably expectin’ to get under your skirt,” the blue eyed monster on your bed mumbled, flipping through one of your magazine’s he had picked up from your nightstand.

“Shut up. Not all men are like you,” you spat at your brother as you stood in front of your full length mirror, applying a red tint to your lips. You had made an effort tonight – the evenings were still warm in mid September, so you had decided on a short black and white mod dress, matching them with a pair of faux leather loafers. Your hair and make-up took you way longer than usual but you looked good. You felt pretty.

“And you ain’t gonna wear that,” Elvis said as his eyes found your silhouette in front of the mirror, his head leaning lazily in the palm of his hand. His fingers were still flipping pages even though his attention was fully on you.

Your dress was short. Not scandalously short, but with the way it stopped at the mid of your thighs, you’d probably have to sneak out of the house before your father woke up from his pre-dinner nap. You wouldn’t listen to your fathers’ protests and you definitely were not going to listen to those of your brother.

“You know, if you wanna boss someone around and act like Dad, go to Anita’s house and convince her to get knocked up or something,” you rolled your eyes at him, dropping your lipstick in your purse before you walked over to your vanity table and sprayed some perfume in your neck. He narrowed his eyes at you in annoyance, watching how you happily rubbed your wrists together to spread the sweet scent around.

“We broke up,” he mumbled softly, ruffling the pages of the magazine a little so his words were less audible. But you heard them.

“What? El, you’re an ass. Call her and make things right,” you told him as you placed a hand on your hip, looking at him like a mother would when scolding her child.

Elvis was three years older than you, and loved to remind you of it, but you liked to tease him and act like you were the oldest sibling instead.

He scoffed, throwing the magazine to the pillows as he sat up on the edge of your bed. “Who said I did anythin’ wrong?!”

You raised an eyebrow at him and he sighed, giving you a roll of his eyes now as he got up and walked to your wardrobe, taking a cardigan from a hanger. “It ain’t your business, anyways. Put this on,” he said as he held out the piece of clothing to you and you just laughed, shaking your head.

“It’s September, Elvis. And it doesn’t go with my outfit, I’m not wearing that,” you told him as you grasped the cardigan out of his hand, flinging it onto your bed as you walked out of your bedroom. He followed immediately, slowing down in pace as well as you tiptoed through the hall, peeking around the corner to see if your father was in his chair in front of the TV. He was – head falling back as he was drifting off into a slumber, not bothered by the noise of the news he put on as soon as he came home.

“How old is this Dean figure again?” Elvis whispered as he placed a hand on your shoulder, leaning down on you to prevent you from moving as he looked into the living room as well. You sighed as you dug your elbow in his stomach, making him back off but not without earning a flat handed slap against your upper arm. You squealed softly, rubbing your arm as you shot him a glare. “He’s old enough. None of your business,” you threw his own words back at him, slowly walking out of the hall and through the living room to the front door.

Elvis couldn’t stop you from leaving and he stood there for a few seconds, contemplating on what to do. He walked to the door where you stood, reaching for his carkeys so he could drop you off at the Memphis fairgrounds but as you opened the door and he heard the running engine of the baby blue Ford Thunderbird that stood by the side of the road, he was too starstruck by the car to notice you making moves to leave the house.

“The fool has nice taste,” he mumbled to himself, eyes widening as you were about to close the door in his face. He pulled it back open and grabbed your arm, pulling you back inside.

“Dad! Y/N is going out!” He barked at Vernon who immediately opened his eyes at his son’s loud voice, grumbling softly as he looked at you and Elvis standing by the door. Vernon sighed in annoyance, waving Elvis off as he put his head back against the chair and you laughed at your brother, digging your nails in his forearm so he’d let you go. His grip tightened instead. “Look at what she’s wearing. You’re gonna let her leave the house like this?” Elvis yelled again and you gasped, trying to tug your arm out of his grip.

Your mother came out of the kitchen and walked over to you two, slapping Elvis’ arm with a kitchen towel. The fabric was damp, making the smack harder than he expected and he let go of your arm, pouting at Gladys as he grabbed onto his own arm.

“Leave your sister alone and come help me in the kitchen if you want to eat,” she told him and you grinned tauntingly at him, pressing a kiss on Gladys’ cheek before you quickly ran out of the door. Your father was too sleepy to be interested in your evening plans – thank God.

Elvis sighed in annoyance as he moved to the window, watching you get into Dean’s car before it drove off and turned the corner at the end of the street.

You had been on dates before and while he never liked the guys that you went out with or brought home, he had never been this bothered to see you leaving with someone. You were his younger and only sister and while he loved driving you up the wall most hours of the day, you were the bestest friend he could ever have.

He’d die if something would happen to you and for some reason, he had a bad feeling about your date tonight. He had a bad feeling about Dean.

“I’m leaving!” he announced to his mother as he was already stepping into his shoes by the front door, slipping his comb in his back pocket. His mother came rushing back out of the kitchen once more with a deep sigh blown out in the air – she could already guess what he was about to do.

“Make sure she doesn’t see you,” she told him as he opened the door and he smiled softly, nodding. “Oh, and baby? You’re doin’ the dishes when you come back,” she pointed out to him before she turned around and went back into the kitchen to start on a dinner for two instead.

“We’re not here for candy apples, pay attention,” Elvis hissed at Scotty, keeping his voice low as he tugged his friend back by the neck of his shirt. Scotty nearly choked as he stumbled back on his feet, sighing as he was dragged further away from one of the dozen snack stands the fair had to offer. The blonde male slapped Elvis’ arm off and fixed his collar, following his friend through the crowd in a slow pace. You were a few feet ahead of them, your arm linked through Dean’s and you seemed like you were having a good time.

Scotty thought he’d be having a good time as well when Elvis picked him up and told him they were going to the fairgrounds. Go on a couple of rides, get a few drinks, pick up a pretty lady or two. But no, he was expected to play an amateur detective.

“You don’t have to whisper. She can’t hear us!” Scotty yelled on purpose, laughing as he startled Elvis who immediately looked your way to see if you heard. Impossible with all the noises around them, but you’d have a fit if you knew he was here.

“Just keep walkin’, Moore,” he ordered, shoving Scotty ahead of him with a soft laugh.

 

You were having the time of your life. Dean was a gentleman and tried to win you prizes at nearly every game you walked past. He bought you any food you wanted and you two talked about work and shared interests. It felt different than when you’d have a conversation with him during shifts and you were still floating high on that pink cloud… until Dean decided to have a couple of beers after you came out of the haunted house and things were starting to take an ugly turn.

He was getting handsy – hand dipping a little lower to your ass every time he’d slip his arm around your waist, trying to kiss you even when you politely told him off. He was tall and strong, too strong for you to stop him when he grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the crowds. You were roughly pushed against a couple of stacked up crowd control fences, the metal coming in contact with your back roughly due to the force of Dean’s strength.

Your date was all over you as soon as he had you trapped between him and the fences. You planted your hands against his chest to push him off but failed miserably, not able to gather enough strength in your weak arms. He could already sense your next move coming as you raised your knee to kick him in the balls and he quickly placed his leg in between your legs, the alcohol on his breath overwhelming you as he forced his tongue into your mouth.

Your body froze for a second. Your mother had always prepared you for something like this. She always told you to be careful and here you were, dressing up in your shortest dresses to go out with men who probably didn’t care about anything else other than your body. They’d take what they wanted and that was that. Elvis was right and Dean wasn't better than the others. He might even be worse.

You had to scream. Yell. Call for help.

Your mother told you to scream at the top of your lungs when you’d be in danger, no matter if it made you look crazy or not.

You grabbed onto Dean’s hair as you bit down on his tongue as hard as you could. When he pulled back with a painful yelp, you pulled on his hair as hard as you could to get him off of you. Yet again, you failed and before you knew it a large hand grabbed onto your jaw and you were once more trapped.

Elvis was in near hysterics when he lost you out of his sight, that gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach growing and growing as the seconds ticked by on the clock. Scotty tried to calm him down, tell him that you were probably in one of the rides, but as he saw the state Elvis was in he figured this was serious. This was more than Elvis just being an overprotective brother. Scotty didn’t protest as he followed Elvis to the back of the snack stands and rides, looking for you and your date.

Aside from some couples making out in the darkest spots on the fairgrounds, no one was back here and Scotty was about to suggest to go back and see if you were among the crowd again, until they both heard a scream. And another. And another. Elvis followed the sound like a police dog on duty with Scotty hot on his tail.

You screamed at the top of your lungs when Dean’s hands slipped under your dress. The screaming and struggle didn’t stop him at first but he was getting annoyed, looking at you with drunk angry eyes as he raised his hand. You closed your mouth, bracing for the impact of his flat hand but it never came. Instead, Dean was pulled off of you and when you opened your eyes, you saw Elvis landing a punch against your date’s jaw.

Scotty was by your side immediately, gently tugging you further away from Dean and Elvis who had now made their way to the ground. Elvis was on top, repeatedly punching the other man in the face and he didn’t stop until Dean’s nose cracked, blood staining his face and your brother’s knuckles.

“Don’t you ever fuckin’ touch my sister again,” Elvis growled in the other man’s face as he grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him up before he slammed his head back on the ground. Luckily for Dean they were on grass, or his skull would’ve been probably cracked by now. “If I see you around her again, I’ll break more than just your nose,” Elvis leaned in closer to Dean’s face, grabbing his face to dig his fingertips into his cheeks harshly. Your date couldn’t do anything but look up at the man above him with wide eyes, soft whimpers getting stuck in his throat. “And if you start runnin’ that fuckin’ mouth of yours, I’ll rip your goddamn tongue out. Understood?”

You ripped yourself out of Scotty’s weak grip and ran over to your brother, grabbing onto his shirt to pull him off of your asshole of a date. Elvis knew the best thing to do here was to let go and get off of Dean, but he couldn’t stop himself from ramming his head into the dirt and grass once more.

“ELVIS! ENOUGH!” You screeched in panic as you saw Dean’s eyes roll into the back of his head, pulling your brother off of him with all your might. Scotty rushed over to help and as Elvis got back up to his feet, he immediately wrapped an arm around you. As you noticed some people coming closer to see what was going on, you grabbed onto Scotty’s arm and started dragging them along with you as you made your way back to fairgrounds. They got the hint as soon as they saw the couple creeping closer to Dean and when one of the girls let out a panicked scream, panic settled in not only your stomach but also that of Elvis and Scotty.

“We have to split up,” Scotty called out as he stopped running, looking at you and Elvis. A duo of police officers on patrol walked right by you and you quickly covered Elvis’ bloody knuckles with your hand as his arm was still wrapped around your shoulder.

Scotty was right. With your brother’s hair looking so ruffled and the tiny splatters of blood on his shirt, he looked suspicious. But you couldn’t leave him alone and he sure as hell wasn’t going to leave your side.

“Go home,” Elvis told Scotty, giving his friend a little nod. “Take my car and go home. We’ll get out of here, go!”

Scotty didn’t want to leave, but as more police men got a whiff of what happened at the back of the damned bumping cars attraction, he knew he didn’t have a choice. He sighed as he took Elvis’ carkeys from him, telling you two to be careful before he turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

“Take my hand and act normal,” Elvis whispered to you as a police man made eye contact with him. Elvis didn’t shy away, instead giving the man that was looking at him through the heads in the crowd a friendly nod as he slipped his hand into yours. He winced softly as your fingers came in contact with the cracked skin on his knuckles and you apologised softly, walking along with him as he gently tugged you through the sea of people. You were both trying to act as normal as you could, but it seemed like that one officer was suspicious of your brother and you.

“He’s following us,” you whispered as you walked closely to Elvis’ side, looking over your shoulder. Elvis tugged on your arm.

“Don’t look,” he warned through gritted teeth and you immediately looked in front of you again. The officer wasn’t giving up, pushing people out of his way with quick apologies rolling off of his tongue to get closer to you and Elvis.

Elvis could sense the man coming closer and closer again and when another officer popped up a few feet ahead of you, your brother quickly pulled you along to the ferris wheel. He ignored the protests of the people waiting in line as he roughly shoved them aside while striding forward.

“You have to buy a ticket!” The employee at the attraction barked in annoyance, but Elvis ignored him and quickly pushed you into the cart when the previous people were out of it. Elvis sat next to you, trying to pull the safety bar down but the employee kept his foot down.

“Ticket first or out!”

“Look, man. This is my lady, I’m kind of proposing,” Elvis whispered, sending the man an overexaggerated wink and a feigned smirk. The man narrowed his eyes in suspicion, noticing the blood on your brother’s hands as he once again told you two to get lost.

You learned forward to look at the man, raising your hand to grab onto the bar as well. “Listen here, mister. Put this goddamn bar down right now or I’ll shove that little girl’s cotton candy so far up your a-“

The employee was distracted by your foul mouth as you pointed at the little girl in the front of the line and Elvis took the opportunity to pull down the safety bar as hard as he could, clicking it into place. The operator of the ferris wheel shrugged and with lack of interest for his job, he got the attraction running again, sending you and Elvis further away from his co-worker and higher in the air.

“What if he’s dead?” You broke the silence as the ferris wheel stopped again to let people out and you were half way at the top. Elvis sighed as he ran his hands over his face and into his hair to slick back the darkened locks before he looked at you.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass if he is. What happened out there?”

Now it was your turn to sigh and you clenched your hands around the safety bar as you thought back about Dean and how he forced himself onto you.

“Did he… did.. d-did.. something happen?”

You looked at your brother as tears clouded your vision and he immediately wrapped his arm around you, pushing you into his side. You hid your face in his chest, biting back more tears as you slowly shook your head.

“He tried… but he didn’t. He kissed me and grabbed me, but you were there before things could get that far,” you whispered and he placed his hand on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

“I knew it, I fuckin’ knew it. Didn’t trust him from the moment I saw his smug face. Didn’t I tell you?”

When you lifted your head out of his chest and he saw the look in your eyes, the muscles in his face softened and he sighed deeply. Now was not the time for “I told you so’s”.

“Shit, I’m sorry, little one,” he quickly apologised as he hung his arm around your shoulder again, hand rubbing your arm. “I hope he’s fuckin’ dead,” he mumbled under his breathe as he looked down, immediately noticing some cops that were still lingering around. That one cop who had followed you was waiting by the entrance of the ferris wheel, for God knows what. Elvis should’ve never nodded at him the way he did.

Elvis gasped softly as you smacked his chest and he looked at you with wide eyes, placing his hand on the spot you just hit him.

“How can you say that?!” you cried out, hiding your face in your hands. You didn’t care about Dean, not in the slightest, but if he really was dead… that would make your brother a murderer. And murderers went to jail. For a very very long time. Before Elvis could speak again, you already beat him to it, words coming out muffled and broken.

“You’ll g-go to p-prison and I w-won’t see.. see.. y-you anymore. H-how can you d-do this to me?”

“Hey, c’mere,” he sighed as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. He pressed his chin on the top of your head, his stomach dropping for a second. He hated seeing you cry and while he had made you cry countless of times before when you were younger, that was all fun and games. They had never experienced anything as serious as this and he had absolutely no idea what would happen to them as soon as they would get off this ferris wheel, but he was going to make sure you’d be safe.

Maybe the words that he spoke next were nothing but empty promises, but he needed you to calm down. An idea popped in his head and perhaps it was dumb and wouldn’t work at all, but he did not want to go to jail nor did he want to put that burden on your shoulders.

“Look at me,” he whispered as he grabbed your face in his hands, thumbs wiping your tears away as the ferris wheel stopped at the top. “I ain’t going to prison, silly. I know you want my room, but you won’t get rid of me so soon,” he laughed softly and you looked at him with a pout, not laughing at his joke. You knew he was trying to cheer you up but you were still terrified of losing your brother and feeling guilty of having him become a criminal because of you.

“Listen, little one,” he said as he looked down again, quickly turning back to face you as he noticed the officer looking up. He let go of your face and wiped your tears away, trying to remove a mascara stain from your cheekbone. “Once we get down, we’ll pretend we’re a couple. Remember Valentine’s Day two years ago when you were single and Anita was out of town and we went to see a movie with couple discount?”

You nodded as you sniffled, inhaling a deep breath of fresh air as you ran your hands through your hair, trying to fix it and make yourself look a bit more presentable again. “Okay, good. Pretend we had a fight up here. I’ll think of something to tell him once we get down,” he said as he grabbed your hand, inspecting your nails for a second. Long and sharp enough.

“Scratch my face or slap me… something that’ll leave a mark,”

You widened your eyes as you looked at him. You pulled your hand out of his grip as you opened your mouth to protest but as you noticed cops were still lingering, you knew this was your only option.

Maybe you two would fail horribly and the cop would see right through you, but it was worth trying.

“Count it down,” you told him and he nodded, but you didn’t give him the chance to finish counting, smacking him across the face before he could get to number three. You made sure to scratch him along the way, your nails scraping his cheekbones and he grunted softly, wiggling his jaw a little as he glared at you.

He didn’t miss the small grin on your face.

“You enjoyed that way too much,”

“Shut up, Elvis, this is serious!” you told him as you dug a handkerchief out of your purse and he allowed you to wipe away as much of the blood on his knuckles as you could.

“You were the one who was smilin’,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes but you ignored him as you shoved the handkerchief to the bottom of your purse.

As the ferris wheel started moving again, you looked at him and he gave you a small nod and smile. You sighed and tried not to think about your nerves too much, acting as casual as you could as the attraction came to a stop and the still annoyed employee let you two out.

“Guess her answer was no, huh?” he yelled after Elvis, pointing at the scratch on his cheek with a grin and Elvis pulled a mocking face at him before he tugged you along with him.

“Keep your arm behind me,” you whispered quickly to him. He slipped his arm around your waist and you put your hand on top of his, lacing your fingers together so his knuckles were hidden behind your palm.

“Let me do the talkin’,” he told you as he noticed the cop coming closer.

The officer’s lips curled into a smug grin as he stood in front of you two, eyeing you both up and down as he placed his hands on his hips.

“Seemed like you two were in a rush. Everything all right?”

The cop had no reason to stop you two at all. He never noticed the blood on Elvis’ hands or the hint of panic in your eyes. He just wanted to have a closer look at your brother.

Elvis plastered his most friendly smile on his face, nodding as he looked at you, squeezing you closer to him. “The lady wanted to get on the wheel before she had to go home. You know how impatient these females can get,”

You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from gagging with the way your brother and the officer were laughing about that comment. You knew it was feigned from your brother’s side, but to know it was probably real from the cop’s side made your skin crawl.

“I see. Must be a feisty one, claws out and all,” the cop grinned as he nodded at Elvis’ cheek and Elvis felt you tensing up next to him, squeezing your fingers that were laced with his in warning.

“You bet. Got my hands full with this one,” Elvis laughed loudly before he turned to you, pressing a kiss on your temple as he whispered a quick apology. You just nodded and laughed along, pretending it was the funniest thing you heard.

The cop didn’t see the small blood spatters on Elvis’ shirt and hummed softly, looking at you for a second before he returned his attention back to your brother.

“Someone was attacked about fifteen minutes ago, so just be careful out there, all right?”

You both feigned shock and you took it a step further by placing your hand on Elvis’ chest and playing the part of ‘scared girlfriend’ as you hugged into his side. Elvis had to bite his tongue to hold back a laugh and kept his other hand out of the cop’s view as much as he could, nodding.

“Don’t worry, miss. You look like you know how to stand your ground and your boyfriend here seems like a good protector,” he smiled, looking at Elvis a little too long. Elvis didn’t notice, but you had to hide your face in your brother’s chest as you felt a laugh tickling in your throat.

The officer let you go and you couldn’t believe he actually bought the poor act you and Elvis just performed. You thought it was weird that the cop had followed you all the way to the ferris wheel and waited for you to get off, but as you and Elvis were off the fairgrounds, the puzzle pieces were all falling together.

“H-He was t-totally flirting with you!” You hiccuped with laughter as you and Elvis walked to downtown Memphis, your brother a few feet ahead of you because you had been laughing non stop and yelling out in the open how a cop was coming on to him.

He was annoyed, but not really. He didn’t give a shit about the cop nor about the fact that he flirted with him. It seemed to have gotten Dean and what happened off of your mind for a little bit and you were laughing, and that was all he wanted.

“Shut your face or I’m tellin’ Mom that you took money out of her purse last week,”

You stopped laughing as you gasped, jogging up to him. He grinned as you narrowed your eyes at him, grabbing onto his arm. “One word to Mom and I’ll tell Anita you sleep with that one eyed stinky teddy bear when she’s not there,” you told him, a grin appearing on your face as you let go of his arm and crossed your arms as you walked. “Oh wait, that’s right. She doesn’t stay over anymore, because she dumped you,”

He stopped in his tracks as he glared angrily at you. You stopped walking too and laughed, not bothered by the murderous look he was giving you.

“She didn’t dump me. It was mutual,”

“If that’s what you want to believe, suit yourself,”

“I’m telling Mom about the money,” he said, giving you a sarcastic smile as he started walking again.

You were quick to follow him with a soft whine and he grinned as he swung his arm around your shoulder, nodding to the diner across the street.

“I can be persuaded to keep my mouth shut,” he smiled as he was already pulling you along, raising his hand at a car that stopped for you two to cross. You already knew what he was hinting at and rolled your eyes, following him inside the restaurant nonetheless.

 

“Thank you, El,” you told him as you sipped on your milkshake, watching him pop a french fry in his mouth. “For tonight. I.. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you wouldn’t have been there,”

He looked up at you as he grabbed a napkin, wiping some salt off of his fingers as he smiled softly. He reached an arm out across the table and placed his hand on top of yours, squeezing it softly.

“I would say listen to your older brother, but I get it. You’re young and you want to find love, but not everyone can be trusted. Not everyone is… good,”

“You’re only three years older and besides, I don’t think I will take dating advice from someone who had a bombshell girlfriend and then probably did something shitty to get dumped by her,”

“Really? You’re goin’ to ruin this moment? Now?”

He pulled his hand back as he rolled his eyes and you threw your head back with a laugh, watching with a grin on your face as he continued eating his food with a shake of his head. He couldn’t hold back a laugh of his own though, flicking a french fry your way.

“I was kiddin’,” you grinned as you took the fry out of your milkshake where it landed and popped it into your mouth. “I promise I’ll listen to you next time. You’re better at reading people, anyways,”

He nodded in agreement, wiping the corner of his mouth as he smiled at you. “The only man you can trust is me,”

“What about Dad?” you questioned with a laugh, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Fine, he can be number two,” he chuckled, looking at you. He raised his arm  and reached it out to you again, sticking his ringed pinky out to you.

“Not a word to Mom and Dad. We’re takin’ this to the grave,”

You sighed softly, nodding as you hooked your own pinky around his. You kissed the back of your hand and allowed him to pull your hands to his face, kissing the back of his own. You let go of his pinky and sipped on your milkshake, watching other patrons in the diner.

“To the grave,” you mumbled, not having another choice than to agree. Your parents would be in hysterics if they found out what happened, especially your mother.

You had no idea if Dean was still alive or not and you weren’t sure how you felt about that. Even if you would feel bad, you would always stick by your brother’s side. Neither of you had ever broken a pinky promise, not silly ones and not serious ones.

This promise was an extreme one. Someone might have died by your brother’s hands tonight and you were part of it. You felt somewhat of an accomplice.

Like it was your fault even.

But you’d be damned to let your brother end up behind bars, even if it meant keeping someone's death a secret.

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[fairydares]

fuck it, new fic. let's do this.

(there's a 'keep reading' line so don't worry, this isn't too long.)

Title: Chasing Tails (AO3 Link) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3)

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Rating: E (Explicit) because I'm almost positive there will be eventual smut. I'll be clearer about this as I actually decide what I'm going to write lol. Overarching Warning for Graphic Depictions of Violence.

Categories: 2nd gen fic; adventure, humor, romance, fluff, and angst in approximately that order. i guess.

Pairings: Nalu, Gruvia, Gajevy, Jerza, Miraxus+Fried (don't know what that ship's called sorry), Chendy, Sting/Yukino, Baccana-- next gen has pairings, too, but I don't want to reveal those yet.

Tags/TW's: The first chapter contains UFC/MMA-esque violence as well as some implied street violence. There may be more TW's I need to add later, but I honestly haven't written the whole story or decided everything, so that's all I can give you for now. I'll do my best to tag appropriately as I go.

Summary: It’s been almost 12 years since 17-year-old Layla O'Neil was found living alone on the streets and put in foster care, and she likes to think she’s done a pretty good job of forgetting the past. She doesn’t remember her birth family, the name “Nashi [*1] Dragneel,” or where she heard the absurd stories she told the police who found her. Stories about Wizard Guilds, flying cats, and–most cringey of all–her self-proclaimed status as a “Fire Dragon Slayer.”

But the past becomes pretty impossible to ignore when it confronts her in the form of some middle-aged, pink-haired stalker who won’t stop calling her the ridiculous name she’d nearly forgotten, and trying to convince her to come back to “Fairy Tale.”

Oh, and claiming to be her dad.

Like Layla doesn’t have enough problems! The last thing she needs is some delusional freak following around. Especially one who’s starting to make her want to take his hand…

Yep, this is a Second Gen (and therefore post-canon) fic. The idea took root and just would not let go. I’ll warn you ahead of time that the premise is somewhat dark. That said, I’m the kind of writer who likes (and tries to write) stories with sad beginnings, hopeful middles, and triumphant ends. I don't want to give too much away, but you shouldn't expect major character deaths or anything like that, though their may be some forms of lightly implied abuse.

Feel free to reblog, make your own additions with commentary, whatever. I'm quite lax with stuff like that. Hope this was comprehensive enough, and that you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Dragon-Slaying Aliens

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“That’s correct…a world that exists independently from the one we know. And, unfortunately, a world that’s begun losing its Magic…unlike here, in Edolas, Magic is a finite resource. Without limits on its use, it will one day disappear forever.” -from Episode 78, “Edolas”, (English dub, ~00:09), Carla’s line [*1]

------------------------------------------------------------------------------To say this mission had gone sideways was a big-ass understatement, and even Natsu had to admit it. 

It had started well enough. A relatively small mission. Not even S-Class! Puny wannabe Dark Guilds like the one Shirotsume needed dealt with–what was it called? Bony Jewel or something? Anyways, they were a dime a dozen, these days. Hell, Natsu was pretty sure he and Happy took out, like, a billion of them in the past seven years by pure accident. So how the hell was he supposed to know that this time, he’d get blasted to another world–one even Team Natsu hadn’t wound up in? 

And he was positive they’d never been here. He may have had a bad memory (something he’d begrudgingly been forced to actively acknowledge as he grew into a man) but he was sure he’d have remembered somewhere that made him feel this bad. It wasn’t just that he couldn’t use his Magic. If it had just been that, this might have been fun. Hell, a lot of the worlds Team Natsu had visited–even Edolas–had been fun.

This one sucked. 

If he hadn’t known better, he’d have thought he’d been transported to the future–one where FACE had been activated and all the Magic had been dissipated. Because it had felt, truly, like all the Magic was being sucked out of him. When he’d woken up on the forest floor, he’d felt as if he was dying. His lungs had burned with each breath (and not in the good way). His limbs had felt like lead when he tried to rise. 

He’d quickly realized that couldn’t be the case, though. Even if the Dragons hadn’t destroyed FACE, if all the Magic had been sucked from Earthland he’d have Magical Deficiency Syndrome. He’d either be down or in forced into his END form. 

He’d wandered around the small forest he’d woken up in alone, trying to focus through the stink and noise he was only capable of perceiving through what felt like about a hundred layers of thick blanket, and calling for his best friend as long as he could. It hadn’t been long before he gave up and left; Happy had never shouted back (something he considered fortunate, at this point; hopefully Happy was back in Earthland) his stomach was trying to eat itself, it was dark–and, worst of all–he still couldn’t use his Magic. At all.

Actually, scratch that: the absolute worst part was when a glance at his (as usual) bare shoulder showed him that his guild mark had vanished. It was just gone. So was his scarf, and so was his Mini Communication Lacrima. Obviously, his guild mark and scarf were bigger deals personally, but the Mini Comm was a bigger loss in immediate, practical terms. After That Day, seven years ago, Laxus–now Fairy Tail’s Master–had started putting Navigation Enchantments on everyone’s Comms so that anyone who went missing could be traced. There was a 3D map of Earthland and Edolas visually tracking everyone’s movements in the Master’s Office. It could even find them in Edolas. 

Now, Natsu’s was nowhere to be found. No one would be able to find him, wherever he was, and any hopes of contacting them were obviously dead in the water, too. 

He was gonna have to find his own way back, somehow. He only prayed his scarf was somehow back in Earthland, and that Happy had grabbed it for him. 

As he hobbled down the weird, too-neat walkway he’d found, he had to believe that whatever was preventing him from using his Magic was what kept him from sensing anything beyond the general–the stink, the sound, the pain, the hunger. Normally, with his better-than-normal resilience and enhanced strength, his pain would have mostly taken care of itself by now. Usually, making himself move helped. Now, it seemed to be making things worse. 

After finding the pathway, he’d kept shouting for his little buddy a whole bunch of times, but all he’d gotten were several loud verbal confrontations and one physical one. He’d expected to beat the massive brute towering next to the smaller woman beside him–and he had. But it hadn’t been as easy as he’d expected. His movements had been slower than normal. His limbs had felt like lead. His strength had been lesser. Every time he tried to call up his Magic, a wave of dizziness and lethargy had overcome him. It was like he’d feel the rushing up inside of him only to sputter to coldness at the last second; he hadn’t seen so much as a spark since he’d woken up. 

In the end, it was only experience and determination which had allowed him to level the much larger man, and hard-earned wisdom which had seen him running from the screeching woman and the gun-wielding, uniform-wearing soldiers her screeching had drawn. Yet the punch he’d taken to the nose had made it bleed and the kick to the thigh had made him limp. 

It wasn’t just that his Dragon senses had vanished, making him woozy, making it difficult to stand and excruciating to move. His strength was gone as well. Not even sealstone would have weakened him this much.

He’d wandered, now, for what felt like several hours. The number of Magical Vehicles around were astounding–astounding, and nauseating; just looking at them made Natsu want to vomit. The one good part of having an empty stomach was that he had nothing to give up. He meandered in a stupor, through unbelievably thick crowds, dodging Magic Vehicles and their honking, and glaring down anyone who yelled at him for not understanding something, occasionally barking back to scare them off.

He’d never been so disoriented, and the worst part was that deep down, he knew that there was no one to blame but himself. 

Lucy and Happy had asked him, point-blank, if the Quest he’d chosen had anything to do with his search for their long-lost daughter and kitten. 

It had. Of course it had. 

However, Natsu had denied it. Because if he hadn’t, he and Happy wouldn’t have been able to leave right then. Lucy would have forced him to bring someone else along; she was busy taking care of their son, Luke; the Perve-sicle was already out on his own mission/search for Juvia, and Erza was away, which meant he’d have had to ask someone outside Team Natsu. 

No thanks, he’d decided, covering up the fine print on the mission request with his fingers before holding it up to Lucy’s nose. 

Now, as he snarled at yet another person yelling at him for being in the way, Natsu was starting to consider the possibility that he just maybe should’ve been more upfront, and even that he should–perhaps–have waited for the stripper to get back before taking on Bony Jewel or whatever alone.

But how the hell was he supposed to have known it would end up like this?! It had been going fine–in fact, it had been going great! A couple opponents had offered a real challenge before their Master had shown up. Natsu had been laying down brick in that fight, too. Yet when the guy had been on his last legs, he’d whipped some creepy, sparkly rainbow skull from nowhere (now that he thought about it…that might have been what the Guild was named for!) and shot one last attack. One so big, Natsu had been unable to dodge–though, of course, he’d made to both block and finish the fight with an enormously powerful Fire Dragon Wing Attack. 

Based on his current predicament–he had to assume it hadn’t worked. Even though the skull had shattered in the heat of his flames at the last second, the blast had still hit him. His one consolation was that he was pretty sure his little buddy had heeded his final warning to get back. So he was almost definitely still back in Earthland.  

It had taken Natsu several pathetic attempts to stand. Getting here felt like a blur. Now, he had no idea what he was doing. What he should do. Their money had been in Happy’s knapsack, and without his precious nose, finding food was basically impossible anway. 

Man…Lucy’s gonna kill me, he grumbled internally, grunting at another group who shouted at him for bumping into him. 

Okay, yeah, maybe he should’ve been honest. Maybe he should’ve waited. But how could he do that when the lead was so good? When there was even the smallest chance he might finally find Nashi [*]? 

At the thought, his footsteps halted temporarily. He ducked his head, bangs shadowing his eyes. He balled his fists at his sides. The thought of the missing daughter he’d never stopped searching for never got easier to bear. 

It was the worst thing that could happen to a parent, to lose their child. Something he wouldn’t have wished on Fairy Tail’s most vicious, evil enemy. He and Lucy understood that too intimately. Still, he didn’t let himself get bogged down, not when it might hold him back, not when it might keep him from finding her. Seven years, she’d been gone. Her, Wendy–so many of their nakama and allies. Time had neither hindered nor halted his search for any of his missing comrades, but especially his little girl. She’d be twelve, now. He’d gotten better with birthdays and anniversaries when he married Lucy. He’d woken up and started crying on April 14th this year, the same as his wife. 

Still, even on that day, he’d spoken of her. When he was with Luke, Lucy, and Happy, he talked about it. He talked about how he’d find her and Harley–Happy and Carla’s kitten–how they’d be a family again. He spoke of the future to give it power, just like Igneel had taught him. Just like he’d taught his own kids. Wherever Nashi was, he was sure she must be doing the same; speaking of how she’d find them again, the same as he strove to find her. 

But he couldn’t continue his search (covert or not) until he got home. So getting home was definitely at the top of the to-do list. Right after eating. 

He kept walking.

Wherever he’d wound up was seedy, dark, yet strewn with lights that made paths across his newly-sucky eyes when he looked at them directly. Gross and smelly, too. The people he’d just bumped into started shouting back at him, something about bumping into someone’s girlfriend, and he huffed irritably. Normally, he’d never back down from a challenge like this, but believe it or not, he was too lost, confused, hungry, and tired to deal with another fight–not when the injuries he’d sustained from the previous one were still hurting this much. 

It was humiliating. He’d always been the type of person who refused to back down from a fight, no matter how outmatched he was. These days, a lot of fights were honestly pretty boring for him. Erza would always be scary, and Gray was admittedly pretty strong (if not badass enough to stand up to him, or so he would always insist). He could proudly admit to having achieved (at least) Gildarts-level strength without the clumsiness to make him dangerous. 

Now, he was balking out of fights with people who weren’t even using Magic. 

There was something viscerally terrifying about how much his injuries were troubling him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t limp without worsening whatever injury that asshole had doled out on his knee. His nose felt bigger than his head. 

He stumbled on, brooding. 

The guy whose girlfriend he’d bumped into got louder, closer. Obviously, the freak wasn’t gonna let it go. Cursing, he started hobbling more quickly, turning the next corner. To his relief and curiosity, bright lights, loud voices, and a huge crowd–littered with food stands he might be able to beg food from–appeared. He made his way into the thick of it, ignoring the shouts behind him, and ducked and wove between people. It took him several seconds to realize he was still trying to find food by his nose, which barely even freaking worked. Frustrated, he turned his attention to the source of the light, which seemed to focus down on whatever sat in the middle of the crowd. 

Curiosity shoving past the numbness and hunger, Natsu pushed his way towards it. 

“Ow!” 

“Hey!” 

“Watch it, freak!” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Natsu grumbled. “Watch your damn selves!”

He still felt like shit, but the crowd was oddly invigorating. As he crashed through the thickest (front) lines of the crowd, more lights came on while the darkness behind him fell deeper. Natsu winced, blinking. It took him a few moments to register what he’d stumbled upon: a roundish sort of stage, elevated a few feet off the ground and bordered by some kind of chain-link cage thing. Two corners were open to be entered, but fended off  by some big dudes in black suits, holding back the crowd. 

“WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” boomed a voice that came from everywhere and nowhere at once, making Natsu flinch again and the crowd start chattering loudly. 

Match? Natsu wondered despite his disorientation and exhaustion, thinking of the Grand Magic Games. He shoved aside every stranger who tried to take his place at the front of the audience, looking around with wide, curious eyes, shoving his gnawing stomach to the backburner.

“FIGHT FANS! ARE YOU REAAAADDDDYYYYY??!!! ” 

Fight? Natsu thought, perking up, conveniently forgetting his injuries in a burst of excitement. Several people started chattering at the crack of the loud voice that was everywhere and nowhere, making Natsu look around even more fervently. 

“BECAUSE THIS LONG-WAITED MATCH-UP IS… ABOUT…TO…BEGINNNN!!!”

The cheering got louder, the shoving got more aggressive, and Natsu got more aggressive right along with it. He’d be damned if he was going to miss a good fight. Besides. He needed to see what the Magic here was like. He was being smart. So ha! How about that, Lucy?!

“INTRODUCING: OUR FIRST FIGHTER!” the voice shouted while Natsu continued to elbow and shove, anticipation rising. Music rang out, a dude’s loud, snarly voice backed up by a bunch of deep bangs and booms which had Natsu trying to decide if what he was listening to was awesome or fucking awful–nope, definitely fucking awful. For the first time, he was glad he couldn’t hear properly since he got here. 

A light flashed at one corner, drawing his eye. “UNLIKE HIS OPPONENT, THIS FIGHTER IS WELL-ESTABLISHED IN THE SEMI-UNDERGROUND OCTAGON! HAD HIS PERFORMANCES BEEN FORMALLY JUDGED WHILE THE UNDERGROUND WAS STILL ACTIVE, HE WOULD LIKELY HAVE LONG-BEEN PERMANENTLY DISQUALIFIED! YET, IN SPITE OF A CONTROVERSIAL CAREER, HE HAS REMAINED A STAPLE OF THE SEMI-OCTAGON FIGHTING WORLD FOR TWO YEARS!”

“Er, feels kinda harsh?” Natsu muttered to himself, sweating slightly. Though he didn’t really get what “controversial career” meant. 

“WHILE THIS IS NOT FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE, DUE TO HIS HISTORY, MANY WILL NO DOUBT VIEW HIM AS REIGNING CHAMP AND DEFENDER! INNNNTTRRROOODUUUCCCINNNG… ‘MAD BULL’ MATTHEW BRON!” 

A door Natsu hadn’t even seen was slammed open as if it had been kicked, and an enormous man–even bigger than the one that had managed to tag Natsu just a little bit ago, a man built like that potato head guy from Lamia Scale, and actually bearing a similar-shaped bald head–appeared, yanking off headphones and chucking them over his massive shoulder one of the lackeys who’d followed him out. The much shorter guy jumped, barely catching them and fumbling a lot once he had. “Mad Cow” or whatever grinned maniacally as he stormed for the ring, dark eyes wild.

The response from the crowd was mixed but mostly positive, Natsu quickly noticed as he glanced around. His eyes skated quickly over the group next to him (which was booing, unlike most of the crowd) then returned his focus to the stage-circle thing. He could see well enough, he was glad to note, even if his vision was nowhere near as sharp as it was back on Earthland. Big Guy took his place at the corner of the ring and immediately started pacing, lifting tree-like arms and roaring as he did so. Meanwhile his lackey scurried for the bit of protected corner behind him, trying to shout for his attention and getting nowhere as he continued to pace. 

Natsu quickly decided he didn’t like the looks of this guy, intro aside. He was the type of asshole Natsu lived to knock down a peg, and despite his injuries and exhaustion, Natsu found himself appraising the big bastard, hands twitching. Sure, he wasn’t in the best shape, but since when had he been one to turn down the chance to kick some ass? It was more a reflex than anything. For about the billionth time since he’d landed here, he tried conjuring up some fire only to curse internally as all he got for his efforts was a wave of dizziness and a wash of helplessness. 

“NOW FOR OUR CONTENDER,” the voice boomed. “SHE’D ONLY BARELY ENTERED THE UNDERGROUND BEFORE IT BECAME THE SEMI-UNDER, BUT WAS ALREADY MAKING WAVES! THIS FIGHTER HAS SPARKED INTENSE DEBATE ABOUT WHETHER WOMEN SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO FIGHT MEN–IN ANY OCTAGON!” More mixed din. Natsu frowned in confusion. Was it for the other fighters’ safety or something? Because someone should ban Erza from contributing to the guild hall violence. Oh, yes. That was a great idea. He’d have to bring the idea up to Gray when he got home. 

“BUT IT’S DIFFICULT TO ARGUE WITH HER HANDY VICTORIES!” the voice boomed. “THANKS TO HER NEARLY-UNBROKEN STREAK OF INSANE WINS, SHE HAS BEEN NICKNAMED THE THE ‘PHOENIX’, ‘UNDERDOG’, ‘TENMEN’...AND HER PREFERRED NICKNAME…” 

A new song started, and this one was undeniably cool, in Natsu’s opinion. Something hard, fast, and catchy, punctuated by an angry-sounding woman singing something about “not giving a damn” about something or other. The door at the opposite end of the ring swung open. A girl came swaggering out, and Natsu froze.

“THE DRAGONESS, LAYLAAAAA O'NEEEILLLLL!!!!”  

It wasn’t his daughter. It couldn’t be. Her name wasn’t Layla. Her name was Nashi. His Nashi would be twelve, and this girl was in her late teens–maybe even her early twenties. The fact that her fighting nickname was “The Dragoness” was a nasty coincidence, but that’s all it was. This couldn’t be Earthland’s Nashi.

But it was this world’s Nashi. Of that, there was no doubt. And Natsu couldn’t make himself take his eyes off her, couldn’t even make himself blink as he stared, ignoring the cheering and booing all around him. 

A couple strands of unruly pink hair at her bangs had broken free of their tight braids, as adorable and predictably unpredictable as his little girl’s. They clung to her forehead, bouncing as she strutted towards the monster still pacing, practically frothing at the mouth, and Natsu vaguely registered the sound of several peoples’ alarmed murmuring. If he hadn’t been so distracted, he’d have understood; she was about half the guy’s size and about -50% as insane-looking.

Not scared, though. 

And…she looked like Lucy. She looked so much like Lucy that it hurt. He could still remember times when he’d call his little girl’s name, she’d turn around, and he’d gasp–because it really was like an adorable, wild little pink-haired Lucy turning to look up at him, her whole face lighting up like he was the greatest thing in Earthland. The memory choked him up, a feeling he’d gotten used to over the past seven years. He swallowed hard.

But that wasn’t Lucy’s smile. Natsu felt like he had seen that smile somewhere but he wasn’t particularly interested in thinking about it all that deeply, because what mattered was that it was her smile, his little girl’s, big and toothy and unmistakable–a little lopsided, the corners of her lips characteristically curling. 

It hit his chest like a shot from Zeref, making him briefly clutch at his waistcoat’s dirtied fabric. 

Natsu knew, firsthand, just how similar other worlds’ versions of his loved ones could be to his. Hell, Edolas Lucy had chopped off her hair to make it a little easier to distinguish herself from Earthland Lucy. 

That didn’t make it hurt any less to suddenly see another world’s Nashi– Layla, this one was called. That was Nashi’s middle name. It made sense, when you thought about it. Names were one thing that seemed to sometimes differ slightly between worlds, as he’d learned on the 100-Year-Quest [*3]. Her canines were sorta sharp, maybe, but they weren’t Dragon Slayer sharp, like his and daughter’s. Besides. Edo Nashi and Fireball’s canines were a tiny bit sharper than normal, too. 

It couldn’t be her. It couldn’t be. Looking at her still felt like being punched in the chest by Erza. Yet he couldn’t stop watching as the music, cheers, and boos faded, she stripped off her sweats (to much catcalling and whistling) to reveal a black sports bra/shorts getup sort of like “Mad Bull’s” shorts, revealing a body packed with much more muscle than any of Fairy Tail’s women would’ve allowed themselves to accumulate. She looked pretty badass, he decided. 

The voice that was everywhere and nowhere boomed on:

“NOT ONLY A CHANCE AT THE UPCOMING TITLE ON THE LINE, BUT–POTENTIALLY–THE FUTURE OF MIXED SEMI-UNDERS. TWO CHALLENGERS, SQUARING OFF FOR A CHANCE AT THE SEMI-FINALS. THIS IS A GIGANTIC CULTURAL MOMENT IN THE HISTORY OF THIS SPORT… ‘MAD BULL’ MATTHEW BRON VS. THE ‘DRAGONESS’ LAYLA O'NEIL!” 

“‘Dragoness’ is fucking right!” Mad Cow or whatever roared while he hugged one arm across his chest, grinning ferally at his much smaller opponent. “Here hoping some man will look at you, fugly?!” 

Several people in the audience laughed. Even the announcer chuckled. Meanwhile, Natsu’s blood boiled. On some level, he knew he needed to separate himself from this. From this fight, from this “Nashi.” Especially when he was this powerless to do anything about any of it. But it was impossible to listen to someone say that to another version of his daughter and not have every protective instinct in his body flare, especially when the spectators apparently thought it was fucking hilarious.

However, her grin didn’t even flicker. “Like you’re one to talk!” she cackled. “You look like Popeye fucked Bigfoot!”

Natsu didn’t flinch at the language like many people in the audience seemed to. In fact, he found the disapproving murmurs confusing. The other guy hadn’t exactly been polite, but he hadn’t gotten the same reaction. Still, a solid number of people were laughing their asses off, including the group next to him which had booed Mad Cow. 

He also had no clue what the hell she’d just said even meant, but the way Mad Cow’s smile dropped off his face, a handful of people started howling with laughter, and the commentator’s chuckles cut off abruptly was enough to make Natsu grin. 

Some random guy in some sort of black, collared uniform entered the arena, signaling to the loud, annoying commentator. Unlike her opponent, no one had followed This Nashi into the arena; she was all alone. So she ran back to her own bit of protected yet empty corner and threw her clothes and a water bottle over the chainlink fence, then ran back towards the middle of the arena. There, she  hopped up and down, shaking out her arms. Stretched them above her head. 

“OUCH!” The commentator finally seemed to recover, though he sounded somewhat vexed. “WELL, ONE THING’S FOR SURE, THE CHALLENGER CAN TALK GAME…WHETHER SHE CAN LIVE UP TO IT IS ANOTHER QUESTION.” 

“God, I fucking hate when Hansis commentates,” the guy next to Natsu muttered, his friends snorting in agreement. Then he glanced at Natsu–only to double take. “Oi, are you related to the Dragoness or something?!” he asked, eyes on his hair. 

“Uhhh…” Natsu chuckled nervously, feeling himself start to sweat. He may have been what Erza would (and frequently did ) call an “impulsive idiot”, but he had no clue how to explain that he was the father of her other self. “Something like that.”

“Whoa, seriously?!” The guy’s friend leaned around him to look at Natsu with wide, shining eyes, then continued, “I won’t ask anymore, ‘cause obviously you’re trying to protect your identities or something, but that’s so cool! We’re huge fans!” 

“Hmm…” Natsu said, scanning their apparel–t-shirts and hats emblazoned with her face and silhouette–and what looked like homemade signs of her name, written in fiery letters. “I can see that…what is this, exactly?” He asked this while looking around at the lights, spectators, an unfamiliar kind of money being exchanged and counted between several people.

Natsu tilted his head, blinking. “No?” he said. 

“The semi-underground tournament?” the only girl in the group said, eyes almost as wide as her friend’s. When Natsu only continued to look confused, she said, “What, do you live under a rock?! You’ve at least heard of MMA, right? Mixed Martial Arts?” 

He perked up at this. “Like a fight?! Hell, yeah! How do I get in on this?!” He grinned, cracking his knuckles, his earlier scuffles and empty stomach completely forgotten. 

“YOU DON’T!” the entire group shouted, eyes bugging. 

The dude who’d first started talking to him huffed, sweating slightly. “The ‘semi-underground’ octagon used to just be called ‘the underground fights,’” he explained loudly, Natsu still having to lean in to catch what he said with his new, bad ears over the increasingly excited din. “It was illegal, but, like, illegal in the ‘everyone knows but won’t squeal’ way, you know?” 

Natsu nodded, fully getting this. After all, how many times had soldiers arrested him only for Queen Hisui to let him off with a finger-wag. Of course, his luck on that front had run out seven years ago…

“The feds finally cracked down on it,” the guy continued, “but didn’t prosecute any of the fighters. Now, it’s called the ‘Semi-Underground’...it’s got no weight-classes (which is why the Dragoness can fight big dudes like Mad Bull). All genders are free to compete and fight each other. It’s a bit more for entertainment than pure fighting prowess– that was different, before,” the guy added with a wistful tone. “But still! You can’t just go waltzing into the octagon, you know? Back in the basement where this used to happen, you could’ve gotten away with that, but now you’ve gotta work for it, you know? Seriously, do you live under a rock or something?” 

Irritated, Natsu opened his mouth, but his response was cut off when a loud voice–not as loud as the announcer, but still–redrew all their attention to the ring. “Alright, fighters,” the black-collar guy said into a microphone which was smaller and not as loud as the commentator’s, quieting the audience. “We’ve been over the rules. Protect yourself at all times. Follow my instructions. We’re going to have a clean fight, you hear me?” He glared at Mad Bull, but This Nashi was the only one who dipped her chin in recognition. Natsu’s eyes narrowed along with hers when her opponent refused to acknowledge the guy’s words. “Now, touch gloves at this time, and come out ready to do this!” 

Both fighters instantly danced away from each other. Black collar guy scowled. Both the commentator and the audience made sounds like “ OOOOOOOH!” 

“NO TOUCH!” came the commentator’s gleeful voice, “I REPEAT, NEITHER FIGHTER TOUCHED GLOVES, AND SO FAR, NEITHER ARE REALLY MOVING FOR EACH OTHER–” 

“SAY YOU’RE PRAYERS, BITCH!” Mad Cow roared. “YOU’RE DEAD MEAT!” 

“BRING IT!” This Nashi roared back, and Mad Cow lunged, swinging in immediately with a big, dramatic overhand hook that would have knocked her out immediately if she hadn’t skated out of its way. It took about three similar exchanges for Natsu to sag in disappointment. 

“Oi!” he shouted, utterly let down, “Where the hell’s the magic?!” 

“Geez!” the guy next to him laughed. “The fight’s only just started: give them a minute to warm up! Then we’ll get to see the cool stuff.”

“What, they’re not allowed to use it at first or something?” Natsu asked, still staring as This Nashi fended off huge, devastating blows raining down from above and leapt back from the powerful kicks, eyes narrowed and expression tight. 

“...Er, what?” the guy asked. 

“Magic–duh!” Natsu huffed, flickering wide eyes between the guy and This Nashi, who was now darting backwards around the round-ish ring, still fending Mad Cow off, weaving and ducking with a speed few could hope to match. “You know?! Fire, Ice, Celestial Magic…?

The guy stared at him for a second along with his companions, all of whom were also sweating. It was then that Natsu knew: 

Something more was going on here. Something he didn’t understand. This place…wherever he was, it was like Edolas. Not now, but back when he, Lucy, and the others had gone there. Magic didn’t just not exist, here; was some kind of… taboo on it.

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. Trying to keep his voice as quiet as he could over the crowd, he continued, “I didn’t mean to say something that would get you in trouble...” 

The group’s only response was to sidle away from him surreptitiously, glancing at him and sharing looks with wide eyes. Natsu was thrown for a loop once more. Ooo- kay, talk about overly-suspicious. Were there guards listening in on their conversation or something? As discreetly as possible, with his hand still at the back of his head, he looked around, eyes narrowed. 

Yet…he saw nothing to warrant their suspicion. An unruly crowd…and an astonishing lack of guards. At the Grand Magic Games, there’d always been a ton of guards. Way more than he wanted to be there, honestly. Did this have something to do with the whole “underground” thing? 

He looked at the group again, then realized something important: it was him they were looking at nervously. Nervously, and like…he was crazy or something. 

It had taken time, but the years had made Natsu wiser–cooler–about situations like this. Even as his stomach sank with the realization that getting home was going to be a much harder task than he’d initially realized, he acknowledged that he’d need to be careful about mentioning Magic here. Dropping his hand, he forced a small smile at them then turned his attention back to the arena, where Mad Cow continued to chase This Nashi around the edge of the arena. Meanwhile, his mind continued to reel, loud to himself and no one else. 

“–IT’S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE SHE’S CAUGHT IN A CLINCH, HERE, AND THEN OUR NIGHT WILL BE OVER!” the commentator was blaring. It was sort of surprising, how easily he’d been able to tune out when Natsu’s ears were registering so little. “I HATE TO SAY IT–” (Based on the glee in his tone, Natsu doubted that.) “–BUT HOWEVER MUCH OF AN EXTRAORDINARY FIGHTER SHE IS, SHE’S STILL A FEMALE FIGHTER. HER OPPONENT HAS WELL OVER A HUNDRED POUNDS ON HER [*4]. AND, AGAIN, I HATE TO SAY THIS–BUT THERE ARE JUST PHYSICAL BARRIERS NO CHICK FIGHTER WILL EVER BE ABLE TO OVERCOME! RIGHT NOW, THIS IS A DOG FIGHT, AND NOT ONE SHE CAN KEEP SCRAPPING IN! SHE’S NOT GOING TO COME OUT AS THE ‘UNDERDOG,’ THIS TIME–”

“Man, she’s getting her ass beat!” someone from the group broke the awkward silence as This Nashi was swept aside by a blow that caught the guard at her ear. 

“Maybe she’ll make a comeback!” another guy said, tremulous but hopeful, as a log-like shin crashed into her stomach. 

“She definitely will!” the guy who’d first spoken to Natsu said, though there was a distant note of doubt in his voice as she barely reeled from an arrow-fast straight right. 

Despite the awkwardness of their last interaction, Natsu couldn’t help appreciating these people, who were so devoted to this world’s Nashi. He decided to end their night more positively. “Is that what you think?” he asked in a somewhat bored tone, eyes on the girl still gliding backwards, dancing away from the hits and kicks or else blocking them. He felt, rather than saw, the group’s eyes jumping to him, some of them quickly leaping away only to dart back. 

“What do you mean?” the first guy ventured when he said nothing else, edging a little closer once more.

Natsu crossed his arms over his broad chest, eyes thinning as Big Boy brought down a hailstorm of fists on This Nashi’s head. His eyes tracked the way a particularly big hit caught her forearm–but only barely, seeing as she’d slid out of the enormous range even as she blocked. Just like he’d thought…

His stomach churned uncomfortably. It was eerie and cruel, how much her movements and the memories aligned–

“OUCH! That hurt, Daddy!” After the exclamation, Nashi began grumbling, vigorously rubbing her forearm where his fist had just him. 

“Woops!” Natsu chuckled sheepishly, “My bad!” 

Despite the fact that she was still rubbing the arm he’d tapped with a light hit, the little girl who barely came up above his knees scowled. 

It was midday, now. In their front lawn; his and Happy’s house, now much larger with the rooms he’d added for Lucy and their kids. 

“But–” He grew serious. “–you think your enemies will take it easy on you, Nashi? You think they’ll give you a break because you say ‘ouch’?” 

She dropped her arms to her sides and scowled–pouted, really. She was so cute, he couldn’t have kept his lips from quirking into a grin if he tried. Strutting forward, he planted a hand on top of her head, rubbing the unruly locks. He only grinned wider when she turned her scowl/pout up to him. “Sorry, kiddo, but they won’t!” 

Lucy would have lost her mind, if she saw the interaction. Natsu could just hear her now: “NATSU, WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?! SHE’S FIVE! BE CAREFUL, WOULD YOU? BLAH BLAH BLURGH BLAH– !” 

He never really got Lucy, when she acted like that. Nashi was a Dragon Slayer, like him. She could take much more than a normal human, but would never learn that she could if he didn’t show her! Not to mention that Igneel had been way tougher on him, when he was five. Besides, he didn’t want his kid to be some weakling! What father did want that? 

Not any good ones, that was for sure. Especially not when their kids had Nashi’s determination and drive. 

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he apologized again, still rubbing her head affectionately. “But you’ve got to understand…if I hurt you, it’s because I know your enemies will hurt you the same way…I don’t want it to surprise you. I want you to be able to fight back, still. You do still want to be a big-time Dragon Slayer, don’t you?” 

She stared up at him dubiously, but the smile caught on quick. She’d never been able to resist smiling back at him. 

“...Yeah,” she admitted finally, feigning reluctance. 

He lifted his hand off her head, cupping it around his ear and leaning down towards her. “What was that?!” he shouted. “I couldn’t hear you…what was it you want?!” 

“I–pfft–I WANT–” Her small smile turned to a grin–the big, corner-curled grin only his daughter ever could or would achieve. The one that always melted his heart. 

“I WANNA BE A DRAGON SLAYER!” she managed to roar through her grin. “NO–I MEAN, I WANNA BE THE STRONGEST DRAGON SLAYER EVER!” 

“HELL YEAH, YOU DO!” he roared back, the pride managing to make his chest burst even as he squared up again, preparing for more training. An adrenaline only teaching one’s prodigy could spark electrocuted his system. “IF THAT’S REALLY TRUE, THEN COME ON, NASHI! YOU’VE GOT MORE IN YOU! I KNOW YOU DO!” 

“OH YEAH? WELL I DO! I GOT WAY MORE IN ME!” She dropped into the stance he’d taught her, grinning for everything she was worth. The sun illuminated her smile. 

He somehow managed to grin even more widely. “Right, then listen up!” he commanded. “When Dragon Slayers fight, they got one big advantage: they can take a whole bunch of hits–then still get up. So that’s exactly what you’re gonna do.” 

“...Huh?!” The little girl’s eyes bulged out of her head. “You’re sayin’ I’m gonna let myself get hit?!” 

“Well, not too hard,” he elaborated. “And not too much…you’re just gonna play defense for a while, see?” He moved for her, throwing a fist much more slowly than he normally would have. Automatically, she wove away, eyes wide on his face. His right fist was followed by his left, then a kick–all too sluggish to be real. She easily moved around and blocked all of them. “This way,” he continued, throwing another kick. “You can learn the guy you’re fighting, how step, how they breathe…” 

“How they step…how they breathe…” she repeated to herself in a murmur, eyes flickering all over his body as he continued to pantomime a real fight. Natsu couldn’t help but grin. Nashi was a distractible kid, but when it came to fighting, she was always on the ball.

Natsu didn’t mind one bit when Lucy blamed him for that. 

“...how they fight,” he finished. 

“...how they fight!” she whispered. 

He started speeding up his movements. Let her orient before he lit up his fists. She mirrored him, flames igniting her much smaller fists. Their dance became even faster “That’s it, Nashi!” he praised as she leapt back from a kick, only letting it clip her shoulder. “Get into the flow of it! Read my movements! Remember, breathe, and–” 

“She’s reading him,” he murmured, voice softer than he’d meant it to be. “Fending him off and waiting for the right moment; his hits are only clipping her.” His hunger was catching up with him again, as was his pain. He ached. He wanted to sleep. And…

…It hurt. It hurt too much. Knowing it wasn’t his Nashi…that just made it hurt more. Each hit, each block, each flash of those brown eyes…they felt like shards of glass piercing his heart.

I can’t stay here, he realized. 

“What was that?” the girl in the group asked, venturing closer to him. 

His heart was heavy, sinking as he watched the girl. Embarrassment washed over him as he realized that had been a stupid thing to say in the first place. This wasn’t his Nashi. She wasn’t using what he’d taught her because he hadn’t been the one to train her. Hell, she probably wasn’t even gauging her opponents’ movements; she was probably fighting for her life, here. 

She would lose. 

“Nothin’,” he replied thickly, dropping his arms even as he watched the girl roll away from a rather impressive and extremely long-ranged crescent kick, not even the man’s big toe catching her at all. “I was wrong…enjoy the rest of the fight, guys.” He used the ensuing beat of silence to stare–for just one more second–at the girl. This world’s version of his girl. 

Without thinking, he went to heft up his backpack, only to sigh in quiet defeat–the exhale almost visible even in the warm air–as he remembered it wasn’t there; he was just a weakling in this world. That’s why his back (and whole body) felt so heavy. 

“Oh, you’re leaving?” the first guy who’d spoken to him said as he turned away, pushing back through the crowd. His tone was an odd mixture of relieved and disappointed. Natsu said nothing, merely waving. 

Overhead, the booming voice–which he’d tuned out during the competition–continued to sound off. “–AN ADMITTEDLY UNBELIEVABLE DODGE, BY ,” it said, clearly shocked, as Natsu pushed past a woman who was obviously excited to be moving closer to the arena. “BUT THE NEXT FLURRY OF BLOWS LANDS, ALTHOUGH IT APPEARS SHE’S BLOCKED MOST OF THEM–” 

“YOU’RE DONE, BITCH!” roared Mad Cow, so loud that he managed to drown out the commentator–who went silent, anyway. This made Natsu pause, his brows knitting with fury. 

It doesn’t matter, he reminded himself. She’s not your daughter. He refused to look back, forced himself to take another step, then another. She’s just some fighter from another world who’s, apparently, out of her league. She’s not–

A loud slam, like a body falling on a mat. “SHE’S DOWN! I REPEAT, ’S DOWN!” 

Natsu smirked. “See, dumbass?” he murmured to himself. 

“IT’S ALL OVER, FOLKS! SHE’S–” 

All of a sudden, a fleshy CRACK rang through the air, followed by an enormous chorus of gasps and cries of surprise from the crowd. A deafening silence ensued. 

“... HOLY– UNBELIEVABLE!” the commentator managed. “A KICK FROM THE GROUND–AND O’NEIL'S BACK ON HER FEET! THEY’VE GAINED GROUND FROM EACH OTHER, AND MAD BULL–MAD BULL IS NOW TRYING TO RECOVER!”  

Despite himself, Natsu slowed even as he urged himself to keep walking. Even as he continued to force himself not to turn back. Looking back is only a distraction. It’s not Nashi. That is not Nashi. It’s not–

“Man, I really hate guys like you, you know that?” 

The seething voice was what made him stop, closing his eyes. There was just…something about it. A growl. A fire. Something that punched right back into his memories:

“Remember, breathe, and keep your eyes on my chest! That way, you can see my whole body at the corners of your eyes!” A combo, one which he pumped more speed and power to than before–throwing her off on purpose. 

“Oof!” she grunted as she landed on her butt. 

“There, when you fall– that’s when you make your comeback! Now that you’ve watched your opponent, and tricked him into thinking you’re down– now is when you get back up and blow them away! That’s how a Dragon Slayer fights! That’s how a Fairy Tail Wizard fights!” She stared up at him with huge eyes, shining with admiration, and flushed cheeks. 

He grinned. 

“So?! Get up! Always get back up, Nashi! I’m not asking the impossible of you–you can do this! I know you can!” 

“I–I will!” she scrambled to her feet, fists blazing with gold heat as she lunged for him. “I’ll always get back up! No matter what, I’ll–” 

His chest seized. He clenched his jaw, knowing he needed to make himself keep walking, but unable to do it. Even as people churned around him, trying to push past him, he found himself shoving them off, refusing to move from exactly where he was. One foot planted in front of the other. Half-hovering. Eyes still closed. 

Whatever just happened had quieted the crowd, an anticipatory sort of silence that made him clench his fists, eyes still closed. 

And then, Natsu’s world flipped upside down: 

“You didn’t even bother to study my previous fights, did you?” Her growl carried across the hushed crowd. “Tch, typical…if you had, you’d know: You’d know I always get back up!” 

His eyes flew open. 

He whirled back around and watched, wide-eyed and world rocking, as the pink haired girl rose. Rolled her shoulders against her ears, one at a time. The grin was gone, a heavy, intimidating scowl having taken its place as she recovered, getting her feet back underneath herself, her stance back in place. Her nose was wrinkled in fury. Her eyes burned. 

Natsu’s lips parted on a gasp as he stared. 

Mad Cow scoffed, hunched and rubbing his chin with a hand like a mitt. Natsu guessed that This Nashi must’ve caught him there–probably with a kick, given the size difference. That must have been what made the crowd react with shock. They were recovering now, though, getting louder.

“And why the fuck would I bother to do that?!” Mad Cow shouted, dropping his hand. “I don’t need to! Every guy you’ve faced could’ve beaten you easily if they’d quit acting like even more of a little bitch than you! You shouldn’t fucking be here anyway…fucking birds, knowing dudes will take it easy on you so you can take advantage of it and collect the reward…well I’M NOT ONE OF THEM!” He roared the last part. The bitter fury in his voice was a kind Natsu was familiar with. 

“Studying what you can find of your opponent’s fighting style–that’s basic! And you wanna sit here and bitch about how I don’t deserve to be here, you lumpy-headed fuck?! ” 

“The FUCK you just call me?!” McCow snarled back. 

“YOU HEARD ME, SHITWIT!” 

“THAT’S IT!” the man shouted. “I’ve had it! I was gonna take it easy on you, but–” 

“THAT’S MY LINE!” 

It seemed that was both their limit. 

They flew at each other. But now, everything was different, and Natsu doubted that anyone without a trained eye and fighting experience like him could recognize it. 

Apparently, the commentator was one such person: “THIS IS–THIS IS INCREDIBLE!” the voice boomed, full of disbelief, as the girl caught the fist rocketing towards her face with a hard elbow, making Mad Cow let out a roar of pain. She kicked away an arm flying towards her head, and launched a sidekick at his now-uncovered stomach–one that landed hard. She built on the damage, bearing down on him as he stumbled backwards, tripping over his own heels. A right roundhouse followed by a left to his head. Despite the fact he was obviously disorientated, he caught the first one– blocked it and tried, unsuccessfully to catch her foot–but not the second, which cracked into his ear and made him stagger, her chasing him and hammering him with surprisingly powerful blows. Each one of her hits accumulated speed and strength.

The commentator picked up again, saying something or other about “striking machines”, but Natsu didn’t hear. His eyes were wide, now, and glued to the girl cracking her shin into her opponent’s nose, teeth bared. The expression on her face…the fire in her eyes…the speed of her hits…her fighting style…it was like he’d begun watching the fight currently happening through one eye and a stream of memories through the other, his breath going still in his lungs–

“–No matter what, I’ll always get back up!” screamed the little girl, running forward and hammering him with fiery strikes, kicks, and even elbows. They’d only just started elbow work. Natsu staggered back with each good combo she landed. He put in the effort to make it look convincing, pride swelling within his chest. 

“That’s it! Build on it! Faster…harder! C’mon!”  

This Nashi slipped underneath and into one of Mad Cow’s big overhand hooks, the corrected trajectory of his fist barely skidding over her shoulder as her right fist tore up, slamming into his chin. Even as his eyes rolled and he staggered backwards, her expression was so mutinous it was almost funny. 

But as good as the uppercut was, it turned out to be a set-up: 

“LOOK AT THIS COMBO…CROSS, HOOK–WHOA! AN ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATING LEG KICK! CLASSIC MUAY THAI-INSPIRED COMBO FROM TURNING–” 

“FUCKING BITCH–!” Mad Cow roared, but his opponent cut him off with a voice like thunder. 

“I’M THE BADDEST BITCH YOU’VE EVER MET!” 

“I’LL ALWAYS GET BACK UP! I WILL! I’M GONNA BE A GREAT DRAGON SLAYER, JUST LIKE YOU! NO–I’LL EVEN BEAT YOU, ONE DAY!” Nashi took a deep breath, and Natsu grinned, allowing the pause in the fight, because he knew what was coming. The catchphrase both like his and not. Inspired by him, but all her own. 

Her fists blazed brighter than ever. The sun illuminated her grin.“JUST WATCH ME, DADDY! DON’T EVEN BLINK! BECAUSE I’VE–” 

“–GOT A FIRE IN ME THAT YOU’LL NEVER PUT OUT!”

Mad Cow’s eyes were wild with fear as he desperately swung for another, big lead cross–one which spelled his downfall. The Dragoness leapt off her left leg–her back leg. Her right shin cracked into his already dipping head. 

He fell forward and bounced off the mat, limp as a ragdoll, while the audience screamed all around him. 

Even as the giant fell still, she made for his prone form, fist raised, but didn’t fight at all when the black-collared man appeared seemingly from nowhere, grabbed her around the waist, and practically threw her away. Instead, This Nashi– The Nashi skipped backwards, smirking, and raised a wrapped fist. 

And that was the realization which thundered through Natsu, now gaping up at the victorious, pink-haired fighter stalking towards the edge of the cage: not This Nashi. The Nashi. 

After seven, grief-filled years, Natsu Dragneel was absolutely sure he had just found his daughter.

*1. Yes, there will be quotes from the original series (the anime dub, sub, or the manga depending on whichever version I like best) at the beginning of each chapter. HOWEVER. The quotes are not spoilers and are often only tangentially related to my plotline. The one for this chapter, for instance, is specifically about Edolas, but is not actually true of the world where Natsu has landed.

*2. Yes, I know the canon Edolas Nalu child is “Nasha.” I decided on “Nashi”, instead, for reasons which will be explained later.

*3. Sorry in advance, but I pretty much kept what little I remembered/liked from 100YQ and ditched everything I didn’t. Same with the original story, but way more with 100YQ. Idk what it is but even though I’ve read the whole thing, 100YQ has this unique quality where a lot of what happens slips straight out of my mind as soon as I’ve read it. In one eye, out the other. So you’ll just have to roll with me, sorry.

*4. Real-life inspiration for Layla (/Nashi) comes mostly from Ronda Rousey, whose biography I read and happen to have on hand, along with Kaoklai Kaennorsing (especially his fighting style). Those are the two main ones. If you’ve read My Fight, Your Fight, you’ll understand how Layla (/Nashi’s) personality is inspired by her–especially as you go on. I highly recommend looking up the Thai kickboxer/Muay Thai fighter Kaoklai Kaennorsing. He has been called the Giant-Slayer because he did, in fact, defeat opponents who had over 100 pounds on him. Watching his fights is just an incredible experience. Other inspirations include Rose Namajunas, Connor McGregor, and some others. There are also several fictional inspirations including and outside Fairy Tail which I won’t bore you with (some of them I’m sure fellow anime fans will be able to guess lol).

#nalu #fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #nashi dragneel #nasha dragneel #gruvia #gajevy #jerza #fan fiction #fanfiction #2nd gen #post-canon #if this is wonky i'll fix it tomorrow. too tired now. #nalu fic

[honeystwiggypeach]

Thank me!

Kita x Single mom!reader

Summary: After moving to the country-side your daughter’s new babysitter asks if you’d go on a date with her grandson to repay her(really bad summary but it is what happens somewhat!)

Part two!!!

Tw: Minor self deprecating thoughts, overworking yourself(referred to as workaholics), reader has allergies(like pollen type allergies), light mention of skipping lunch due to lack of time, light cursing.

The first time you had met Kita was after you moved to the country side. You had needed a babysitter for your precious two year old daughter Keiko, and thankfully when you told this to your neighbor who you had been chatting with on her porch with your daughter situated on your lap as she poured you a glass of lemonade she quickly offered to babysit her.

“I don’t have much to do anymore.” She tells you letting out a sorrowful sigh, “I used to babysit but they’re all grown now and have moved out of town.” You nod listening to her little stories as she asks you what hours you’d need her to watch Keiko for.

And come Monday you’re right in her driveway dropping your daughter off to the babysitter.

A few days later and Keiko is running out the house to meet you as she babbles random nonsense.

“Oh that’s so nice baby I’m glad you had a good time than” she nods happily as you buckled her into her car seat.

As the weeks pass by Yumie begins to treat you and Keiko more and more like family everyday, and today you get to meet this Shinsuke that Mrs. Yumie had told you about. He watched you from the porch frantically search the car for something before pulling out a pink stuffed bunny assumably for Keiko who his grandmother had told him so many positive things about until he was certain the toddler could do no wrong. He watched as you face dropped in disappointment when the rain began to pour down right as you reached for the door handle and watched as you almost cried at the timing.

Your day had been shit, you woke up with horrible allergies but you can’t really afford to take a vacation day if you want to bring Keiko on a vacation, so you go into work sick and lucky for you the one time you close your eyes due to your pressure headache, your boss is right behind you and decides that if this is happening all the time he doesn’t know if your a good fit for the job and after much begging and promising that the job is perfect for you he finally left you alone when it was time for your lunch break only to discover you forgot your lunch, so instead you decided to go and grab lunch from a small cafe but instead you ended up passing a little boutique where you saw the cutest little stuffed animal but the time you spent searching for one besides the display one costed you your whole lunch break, but you thought it would have been worth the cute little smile and giggles Keiko would give you so whatever you ended up having a snack from your purse that you found anyways so it worked itself out as you continued your shitty day!

But now you were tired and you just wanted to curl up with your baby but the rain was making it impossible to do so without getting completely drenched and it’s making yoh want to cry because you just want to relax and hold her tight because you miss your daughter and of course it starts ducking pouring the moment you try and get out the car.

You run your hand down your face jumping slightly when you hear a few taps on your door to see a gray haired man with black tips on his hair shifting his weight from side to side as he stands with his coat above his head by your door. Quickly you open your door getting under his coat as he shifts it to fully cover you sacrificing his dry clothes to keep you dry, he probably has another shirt in his grandmother’s house anyways(he does not.)

Once the two of you get on the porch you give him a small thank you as he blushes slightly but your convincing yourself it’s cause he just got rained on.

He opens the door quickly shutting it behind you as Keiko comes rushing out of the kitchen as you settle her onto your hip.

“Hi my angel” you whisper quietly to her as she smiles rubbing her cheek against your own.

You pull back and she pours a bit before you show her the plushy and her eyes light up in excitement at the new toy.

“Thank you” she whispers in her little toddler voice.

You coo at her a bit as you pepper kisses all across her face while going to see Yumie who is sat at her kitchen table while she picks at her grandson lovingly.

“I see he helped you out of the rain” she says motioning to your dry clothes before her eyes go back to Shinsuke who stands in the kitchen dripping water onto her floor.

“I told you to go get a towel!” She tells him before he rushes off to the bathroom.

She laughs softly before noticing the way your eyes follow him out of the room, “he’s handsome isn’t he?” She asks lightly teasing you when you get a nervous and begin tripping over your own words.

“No!” You try to defend yourself but now it sounds offensive, “I mean he is but you know like-“you’re cut off by Yumie as she stares at you.

“Are you sick right now?” She asks about to stand up.

“No ma’am horrible allergies” you tell her quietly as Keiko stares up at you pointing to all the patterns on the fabric of the rabbits ear.

“Ah” she hums for a moment getting up and going over to the stove before boiling a kettle of water, “my allergies used to be bad when I was younger.” She recalls getting a fond look in her eyes as she begins telling you stories of her youth like some of her friends others how she met her late husband.

Before you know it she’s setting a cup of tea with honey mixed into it in front of you as she tells you about how it’s good for allergies.

The simple gesture makes you want to burst out crying, today had been stressful but you didn’t think you’d overworked yourself enough for tears!

She puts her hand over yours in a comforting manner as your eyes fill with tears.

After a few seconds you breath in, “I just don’t know how I could ever thank you enough” you let out a shaky laugh and she pauses seriously considering.

“You could always thank me by going on a date with Shinsuke” she says like she hadn’t just offered to set you up with one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen.

You glance to the corner of the room letting out a few giggles at her comment before seeing the man himself standing at the entrance to the kitchen blushing like crazy as he stares at his grandmother.

Never before had she tried to set him up with anyone. She never approved of any past girlfriends he had broughten to meet her always insisting they weren’t the ones for him, and she’d always be right like some sick sixth sense she always knew that the girls wouldn’t be Shinsuke’s forever person and she hadn’t been wrong before. That’s why he finds it so shocking that she’s trying to set the two of you up, obviously she must think pretty highly of you if she’s offering to set the two of you up, even if she is joking(she’s not also probably not the first time she’s offered to get you a date with him😭)

“Oh, why not?” She asks sadly and the two of you immediately loose all the will to insist not to that you had in you, “it doesn’t even have to be romantic! The two of you are both workaholics! It’d be nice if you two could both take a little break from work focus on yourselfs! Plus it’s be a nice chance for you two to get to know eachother!” She tells you and you look to Kita nervously, how would he react maybe he’d be beyond disgusted and harshly reject you before you could even say anything.

He gives a small shrug looking down at you, “I don’t see why not, I know a nice little restaurant we could go if you’d like” he offers giving you a chance to back out.

You nod softly asking about the time and date and before you know it your walking out of your daughter’s babysitter’s house with a date!

But when the day comes you find yourself incredibly nervous, in between setting up the date and the actual date you had several more encounters with Shinsuke. One of the more recent he had been sitting on the wooden swing on the porch as Yumie sat in her rocker as Kita gently swished the swing back and forth as Keiko laid her head against his chest as she slept. Her little chubby cheeks being squished up as she used one hand to clutch his shirt and the other to hold onto the ear of her plush rabbit you had bought.

You smile fondly as you think of the memory while finishing getting ready. You had exchanged numbers with Shinsuke quite some time ago and he told you all you needed to know about the date quickly putting out any concerns you had about dress codes and what not.

Once you pulled into Yumie’s drive way Shinsuke was already out on the porch sitting on the swing getting up to help you get Keiko’s bag as you parked.

Yumie had insisted that Keiko could spend the night, telling you that even if the date happened to go horribly wrong she’d still love to have Keiko over, telling you all about how she missed babysitting her grandkids like this during their summers. So you agreed albeit nervously, Keiko had never spent the night away from you and you hadn’t spent the night from her since she was born and you aren’t sure you’ll know what to do with yourself.

Gently Kita lifts a sleeping Keiko from her car seat as she leans against his shoulder, his other arm he holds the over night bag and your quickly going to open the door for him and he smiles softly as you shit the door behind you two watching as he sets Keiko down on the couch gently as he covers her with a blanket putting a pillow on the sides of her as he takes care to see that she won’t fall off the couch as soon as the two of you leave.

Once Yumie notices the two of you have settled Keiko onto the couch she’s quickly telling the two of you to hurry and go to your date before your late, for what you’re not sure because you didn’t think it was a restaurant you had to make reservations at, maybe it was?

Turns out it wasn’t the restaurant Yumie was warning the two of you about being late for it was a drive in movie that she had over heard the cashiers at the grocery store talking about last time she went grocery shopping.

The two of you sat in the tailgate of his truck after he pulled out a few blankets folding them up enough to build a softer seat thaf the two of you shared and watched the movie. By the time he drove you back to Yumie’s house you were dead tired enough to fall asleep in the truck.

Maybe that’s why Yumie has insisted on Keiko sleeping over and maybe she was also right about needing a break from work because when you woke up the next morning on one of Yumie’s couches with Keiko sleeping practically in your back you felt like you had the best sleep of your life.

You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you gently moved Keiko to lay on top of you so it was more comfortable for her as you looked around the living room noticing Shinsuke asleep on the couch on the other side of the room as one of his legs hangs off the couch.

You smile fondly before gently slipping out from underneath Keiko to find Yumie in the kitchen smiling softly as you as you sit at the table.

“How’d it go?” She asks quietly knowing the two were sleeping.

“I think it went really well” you say quietly but apparently not quiet enough as you hear a few quiet cries from Keiko but before you can get up to check on her you see her run across the living room to a sleeping Shinsuke, causing you to get up quickly to try and tell her not to wake him up or anything but by the time you get into the living room she’s curled up against Shinsuke’s chest as he pats her back lightly giving you a soft smile when he sees your eyes relax at the sight.

I will gladly write a part two if anyone is interested!! Will also probably post this on ao3! I’m working on a part two currently and may possibly write a part three since I have ideas for it!!(should probably just turn it into a series, I’ll do a Kita series when I get an idea one day!!)the pat two should come out sometime this week(possibly today or tomorrow!!)

Also I have a prompt list so here’s the link for that if you’d like tk check it out! I haven’t gotten any requests yet so all the prompts are open!!!

#reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #Kita x single mom!reader #Kita x single mother!reader #single mother reader #kita x reader #kita shinsuke #hq kita

[peachy-panic]

Look at Me, Elijah.

Part of Fifty-Eight Days. Ties into this ask from the other day. 

Consider this the precursor to the Day 58 chapter, coming next.

WARNINGS: Captivity whump, implied/referenced past noncon, PTSD, flashbacks/panic attacks, attempted consensual sex gone wrong. Elijah is doing like– really bad. 

“Elijah.” Dr. Patel’s voice barely broke through his wall of panic, muffled from the other side of the palms pressed to his ears. “You’re having a panic attack. Can you open your eyes?”

He could. Couldn’t he? If Elijah opened his eyes, he would see the green-gray fabric of the pillows squeezed between his knuckles, the plush rug beneath his… his socks, right, because he always takes his shoes off before he comes to Dr. Patel’s office and– and that was where he was. 

He was in his therapist’s office, thousands of miles from the scene that played over and over behind his eyelids. He would see that if he only opened his eyes.

But he couldn’t, and he didn’t, because some frightened, animal part of him was convinced that if he opened his eyes, he would see Myles Voss’s twisted smile leering down at him.

Elijah shook his head. His fingers curled tighter into the hair at his temples.

“That’s okay,” Dr. Patel said. “Just listen to my voice, then. Do you know where you are?”

Back there. He was back there. There would always be a part of him trapped inside the walls of Myles Voss’s compound, in his basement, in his bed. Even when he could feel the draft of warm air from the heater above the office window, smell the familiar waft of Dr. Patel’s coffee, he couldn’t convince his body that he was safe.

“I’m… I’m in your off-... your office,” he told himself.

“You are. You’re here, and you’re safe,” she said. “Do you want to talk about where your head is at right now?”

No. No.

“Elijah, your mother called me because these attacks are getting worse. Did something happen to trigger this downswing?”

Happen. Did something happen. He almost wants to laugh, because “did something happen” implies a certain passiveness in the event. Things happened to people, or because of them. 

Myles Voss happened to Elijah because he couldn’t follow a simple directive of staying within the bounds of camp. Bad things happened to Grayson because he was a good enough person to try and follow him. This… This fucking shitstorm of a “downswing” happened because–

“I did something stupid.”

Dr. Patel waited a beat for him to continue, then asked, “Do you want to tell me about it?”

Not particularly.

“When was this?” She prompted at his continued silence.

“Three nights ago.”

“Saturday,” she confirmed. Elijah nodded. “Did you hurt yourself?”

This time, a strangled laugh did make its way out, bracketed by shallow breaths. “You could say that.”

“Elijah,” Her voice took on a more careful edge. “If you’re self-harming–”

“It wasn’t like that,” he said.

He could practically see her patient nod without having to open his eyes. “What was it like, then?”

A ping on his phone. Two words: I’m here.

A knock on the door. Socked feet shuffling across the carpet. A foil square visible through the pocket of his jeans.

“Elijah? Wow, you’re… Hi. I’m Seth.”

Elijah worked his jaw, scraping his fingernails over his scalp hard enough to sting. “I just wanted to prove something to myself. That I could– That he didn’t…” He swallowed. “That he didn’t ruin me.”

“Ruin you,” she repeated. “What do you mean by that?”

A noise of frustration broke in his throat. “I…. I wanted…”

The four-dollar wine from the corner store buzzes through his system, making the room impossibly warm around him.

“How do you want to do this?” the man asks.

Elijah keeps his eyes on the man’s hands. Tanned and calloused and, and nothing at all like–

“I needed to know that I still could,” he said. “I needed to feel something that wasn’t…” Him.

“Are we talking about sex, Elijah?” Dr. Patel asked bluntly.

Elijah’s fingers curled into fists in his hair. There was no point in running from it now.

“Yes.”

“You seem nervous. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.”

The man–Seth–presses another glass into his hand. “We don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I said I’m fine.”

“Is this… your first time with a guy or something?”

Elijah wonders what it would feel like to crush the glass in his palm.

“Hardly.”

“It’s normal to experiment with intimacy again after sexual trauma,” Dr. Patel offered evenly. “You’re not wrong for wanting that. It’s a matter of taking care of yourself in these situations. Did you know the person you connected with?”

“No. He was…” A flush crept up through his neck. Of all the things Elijah has expelled inside this room, this felt like a stupid detail to be embarrassed about. “I met him on an app.”

“So you met up with him in person,” she stated. Elijah nodded again. “What was he like?”

He thought about it. “He was nice. Attractive. Under normal circumstances…” He let that thought trail off, not wanting to think about just how far a distance existed between this and normal circumstances. “He didn’t do anything wrong,” he felt the need to clarify. “He didn’t hurt me or… or push me into anything like that.”

“That’s good,” she said. “But, it sounds like the encounter didn’t go exactly how you wanted. Am I understanding that right?”

You could fucking say that again.

His skin is clammy against the motel bedding as he’s lowered onto his back. The tacky floral stitching scratches against his bare skin. It was his idea to bottom, his idea to lay down face-to-face, but now he’s wondering if he should flip them over.

He doesn’t have time to think before warm body weight is pressed down onto him.

“I don’t want to kiss.” Elijah’s voice trembles out of him.

“Okay,” Seth says easily.

“And don’t touch my neck.”

“Okay.”

This is fine. This is going to be fine.

“It was going okay at first,” he told her. “I was… I was anxious, but the wine was helping. He could still feel me shaking, though.”

“Did he say something about it?”

Elijah swallowed. “Yeah,” he said. “That was why things went bad.”

Seth’s hand doesn’t even make it below the waist before shit hits the fan.

Elijah doesn’t realize he has his eyes pinched shut until a warm palm cradles his cheek. He flinches so violently it makes the man on top of him jump, too.

“Whoa,” he says, all gentleness and pity and everything Elijah doesn’t want to hear right now. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Elijah bites back.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“It’s fine,” he insists, averting his eyes to the ceiling just over his shoulder. “Keep going.”

“‘Keep–’ Hey. Wait, just… look at me for a second.”

That’s all it takes to knock the Earth from its axis.

Look at me.

Look at me.

‘Look at me, Elijah.’

It’s not Seth’s voice anymore. Seth isn’t here.

It’s just him and… and….

“No,” he cries, pushing up against the weight on his chest. “Stop, stop, stop. Get off– Get off me. Get off!”

“Okay! Okay. I’m off. It’s okay.”

It’s okay.

‘It’s okay.’

‘It’s okay. It’s me. It’s just me, Elijah.’

No. Please, he can’t– He needs–

“Don’t,” he breathes as Seth takes a step toward him. Elijah doesn’t know when he scrambled to his feet, but he’s standing now, his back against the wall like a trapped animal.

Seth tries to say something else, but Elijah doesn’t hear it. It’s other voices in his head now, one voice in particular, that drowns out all other noise in the room as he sinks down the wall and onto the shitty motel carpet. It suddenly feels like concrete and dirt under his legs.

When he looks up, minutes or hours later, he is alone in the room.

“So you stopped things before they could go further.” Dr. Patel drew him back to the room with her steady voice.

“Yeah,” he said, tears pouring openly down his face now.

“Because your mind took you back to Myles.”

This time, he didn’t nod. He didn’t say anything for a minute. Then, for the first time since he sank down onto her couch at the beginning of the session, Elijah forced himself to lift his head and open his eyes. 

She was watching him expectantly, patiently, and he could feel the words twisting into a spring, compressed inside his body from the months of pressure it took to force them down. The secret he refused to speak out loud.

Until now.

“No,” he admitted finally, the confession darkening over the brightness of the room like an oil spill. “It took me back to Grayson.”

–

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#fifty-eight days: elijah & grayson #captivity whump #whump #whumplr #whump writing #implied noncon #attempted consensual sex

[cyncerity]

So about that post you reblogged a few hours ago?

This is a request for you to ramble about whatever you’ve been thinking about the most for that au, I’m curious.

Have a Big Red to get the thoughts flowin’

🥤

you have no idea what you’ve allowed me to do my friend >:)

ok i really want to ramble about Schlatt in this au, he’s arguably the most interesting and put together character in the au, and he kinda ties all the different groups of characters (dream team, the fiancés, benchtrio, Charlie and Ted, Wilbur, etc) together, but i’m still in a big karlnapity mood so i’m sticking with them.

and yeah i’ll be talking some more about vore stuff but that’s not gonna be everything i swear

it’s all under the cut cause it’s long (of course it is i’m me and i’ve never shortened anything in my life)

Ok so i mentioned this in the tags of the previous post but in case anyone didn’t read those: Karl is a ermine hybrid. Wild ermines turn white in the winter to better blend in with snow. Therefore Karl’s hair, tail, and the fur on his hands, feet, and ears (which are rounded and animalistic btw) turn a really light platinum blonde/white. Yes this is because of the bleach-blonde Karl phase. Also because of the hybrid genes, when Karl doesn’t get enough sun (like in winter months), he gets pale quicker than most people do. He also has more animalistic feet and has finger and toe beans!

Anyway, Sapnap is big on noms in this au. Karl really likes dark, tight spaces cause of his instict to hide in burrows, so he is just predestined to like noms cause of his biology. Sapnap is more than willing to oblige him after he learns it’s safe (Dream tells him it’s alright, after completely making sure that Sapnap knows that if he ever tries to nom him, he’s a dead man. And Sapnap believes wholeheartedly that Dream not only means it but could actually kill him.)

Now for the interesting bit: Quackity could be nommed, given that he’s a shifter, but neither Sapnap nor Karl know he’s a shifter. Only Schlatt knows, cause of backstory stuff. But after Q’s trauma, which i mentioned in a previous post, he refuses to shrink. Being a shifter is pretty uncommon, but being a human with hybrid features is impossible. Thank god his boyfriends are idiots. Or rather, Sapnap doesn’t know anything about hybrids and Karl didn’t grow up around borrowers and even now only knows one other normal borrower (Dream), so how would he know?

Anyway, Quackity does nom Karl though. After some pleading from Karl and Sapnap trying to convince him it’s safe, he eventually relents. Not because they asked him to, but because he was getting just a little bit jealous of the time Sapnap and Karl were spending together.

After Quackity noms him a few times and he’s a tiny bit more used to it, pranks start. Karl hides in food, tries to force his way down his throat in the middle of the night, or even try to gaslight Q into swallowing him (as politely as possible, though, this is Karl we’re talking about).

Sapnap is in on it, too. He tries to get Quackity to admit that it’s nice (Quackity does think it’s nice, he won’t admit it), continuously helps Karl get in stupider hiding spots to get eaten from, and has even hidden Karl in his mouth and then kissed Quackity and Karl took that opportunity fairly quickly. Q was a flustered mess and wouldn’t talk to either of them for the rest of the day. He didn’t even let Karl out, he just didn’t talk to him.

Quackity was nommed when he was really really little, cause that’s normal for baby avians, but hasn’t been nommed since. However, he does have a crop, and he instinctually loves having things in it, especially living things. He used to hate that cause of how morbid it was and how much it made him feel like a monster, but after he starts going out with Karl, he learns that it’s maybe not so bad.

However, Quackity doesn’t put him in his crop that much. Normally he just swallows him down to his stomach like Sapnap does, cause if he noms him when Sapnap’s around, Sap would probably find it a bit odd that Q is storing Karl in an organ he doesnt have, and Quackity wants him to think he’s as human as possible. However, if it’s late at night and Sapnap is already asleep, Quackity sends Karl to the pouch. It’s not like Karl can tell the difference between the crop and stomach anyway.

Karl is pretty tall for a borrower, and his tail is fluffier and thicker than most borrower tails, so it can be a bit of a challenge to actually swallow him, but Q and Sapnap are nothing if not persistent. Well, Sapnap is. Q has an easier time swallowing things cause of hybrid reasons and birds are weird, but Sapnap is just built different ig. Anyway, Karl, being a bigger borrower, leaves a bump in both his boyfriends tums cause i’m a sucker for slightly larger than average prey. Sapnap’s tum is smaller than Q’s, so the bump Karl makes in Sap’s belly is just a bit more noticeable.

Sapnap loves this, he loves feeling the extra weight in his gut caused by the man he loves, and he loves walking or just doing any general movement cause it makes it easier to feel Karl snug inside him. He’ll nom Karl just go to the store or take a hike cause with every step he takes he can feel the minute jostling and steady breathes of his boyfriend, and he lives for it. He also wears hoodies a lot when he actually goes in public with Karl tucked away, cause he tends to absentmindedly rub the bump Karl makes and when he does this without his hand being hidden by a pocket he gets weird looks.

Quackity likes just about the opposite. He could 100% do without the extra weight in his stomach, and when he noms Karl he tends to just pick a place and sit there for a while, only getting up if necessary. He hates the swaying, drooping feeling in his gut, and tries to prevent that. Sapnap, as much as he loves it, knows how much Q hates it so whenever he noms Karl Sapnap makes sure to be around to get Q whatever he needs so he doesn’t have to get up. Quackity and Karl call that “simp behavior,” but Quackity loves the attention. Also, Q loves to just lay down and feel Karl. He’ll slow down his breathes and suck in his stomach slightly just to feel Karl better, and he loves it. It’s like giving his little boyfriend a hug from all sides, especially if Quackity decides he’s gonna lay face down. After all, Karl doesn’t mind getting a little squished, and he can feel him so much better that way. Q also rarely lifts his hand from his stomach when Karl’s in there. At least one hand must be over the tiny hybrid at all times, cause his instincts flare up at the internal movement and some primitive part of him (probably the part that sees anything being stored in him as a chick) says that whatever’s in there must be protected at all costs and damn if Q isn’t a slave to his instincts.

It doesn’t matter which boyfriend has Karl, the other will either be soft or make fun of them both. I’m also a big sucker for a third person in a vore scenario, so if, for example, Q sees Sapnap sleeping with a hand over a more full than usually belly, you’d better believe that Quackity is going to drop everything he was doing and nap with them. And if Sapnap wakes up to see Q asleep with his head laying over his stomach, he just takes a quick blackmail photo and goes back to sleep with his boyfriends. On the other end of the spectrum, Sapnap has on multiple occasions blasted and airhorn while Quackity was just vibing with Karl, causing all of Q’s muscles to tense and Karl to get squished. Quackity retaliated a few days later by pulling the same kiss trick i mentioned earlier, when he saw Sapnap about to swallow Karl so he kissed him and managed to pull Karl into his mouth and swallow him instead. Sapnap was a weird mix of kinda flustered, a little frustrated, and a lot impressed.

I’m now realizing that i didn’t talk much about what Karl thought about noms other than he instigated them most of the time (tho Sapnap is starting to rival him in that regard). Karl doesn’t purr like some borrowers do, but when he’s really happy and really stuck in his insticts he kinda chitters, and Sapnap and Q think it’s the cutest noise in the world. He also tastes a teeny bit sour, but mostly sweet and rich. Like if you turned a jolly rancher into ice cream. Karl also gets stuck in instict frenzies sometimes, and will give no warning as he looks for the nearest and most comforting enclosed space to be in. 99% of the time it’s one of the fiancés, no matter how far they are. Also, when i mentioned Quackity and Sapnap playing pranks on each other, Karl plays better pranks on both of them. He has covered himself in squirt-able sour candy, has brought stupid things into their stomachs, the whole nine yards. However, they always get back at him. He can’t count the number of times Sapnap has held onto the end of his tail in the midst of swallowing him.

all in all, the three of them have an interesting relationship that i adore and thank you for giving me an excuse to throw my vore obsessed brain’s ideas at my keyboard hsjskskshsj

#thank you for the big red <3 #also i did take some inspiration for some of these from Wendy and Slime #i can tag them if they want me too later it’s almost 1 am lmao #i started typing at like 11:30 #so i’m sorry about typos but i really wanted to get this out now #cyncerity #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #tw vore #g/t karlnapity #tiny!karl #giant!quackity #giant!sapnap #shifter!quackity

[ishallbeyourmuse]

Boogeyman

Part VII - MOON AND ICE

1976. Hawkins Laboratory

Nadya tried her best not to do anything reckless, or something that’s deemed bad by the eyes of the doctor’s. She didn’t want to end up with a Soteria in her neck, like One did.

After that Papa decided that he was to become on Orderly, helping out the kids here, being allowed to be near them while they trained or played in the Rainbow Room. He went under the false alias of Peter Ballard now. Two was slowly let out to interact with the other’s too, after Henry convinced Papa, that she was fully in control of her powers now. She was grateful for everything the boy did for her. He now had more access to roam the halls, so sometimes he sneaked in at nights, into Nadya’s bedroom and they talked for hours long, of the most impossible things ever. They made each other laugh with such honesty, they’ve never experienced before.

Nadya also grew fond of some of the little kids here, like Eleven and Eight. They were both special in her eyes. Her powers were still hidden from the other’s, none of them knew what she was truly capable of, expect for the fact, that she was the last imprint to survive. They all thought One was dead, Papa told them, he died because he descended into madness due to his powers and he was too dangerous to be left alive. So One became the unknown God for the kids, along with her.

It was the time of playing now, so she could be in the Rainbow Room with the others.

She sat next to Eleven and Eight. Eleven couldn’t talk much, but Nadya reported to Papa that she could feel that she’ll be able to do incredible things, because she had a massive power inside of her. Eight was also slightly different when it came to her abilities.She could make up illusions, duplicate herself and others and that seemed to amaze Nadya.

-Is it okay like this?- Nadya asked them as she placed a card on their Tower.

-Perfect- Eight nodded enthusiastically, while El could only just give her soft smile.

-What are the three of you doing? - here comes Henry, or Peter, in all white and he also sat down beside them. Nadya smiled up at him warmly, which he returned immediately with a knowing look on his face. Eight and El were still shy around him, they weren’t used to his presence yet.

-Just playing - Eight answered with a bold look on her face, hiding away her fear from the man.

-Sounds epic - Henry answered.- May I join in? I want to get to know you all better.

Nadya looked at them, and gave a reassuring smile, to which they both nodded.

-Great, thank you.

They played now, Two remembering the times when she and Henry were the only ones in this room, having time and being allowed to be close with each other, after Papa decided to give up on making them enemies.

-Eight I was wondering if you could help us - he nodded at Nadya and himself.

-With what?- Eight looked at him with suspicion in her eyes.

-Two’s birthday is coming up soon- he said eyeing Nadya, sending her a message to not interrupt.- I was wondering if you could make up some illusions of us, so we were able to breath a little fresh air.

-What… is a birthday?- El asked with her curious eyes looking up at them.

Nadya placed her hand on hers.

-It’s the day you were born, sweetheart- she replied gently, to which she slowly nodded.

-So Eight what do you say? I’ll swear I’ll repay you with sweets and stuff- Henry looked at her.She sighed.

-Okay but I only do this to make Two happy - she answered.

-Thank you- Henry replied with a warm smile. Nadya knew all of the smiles he gave to others were a facade. But she didn’t bother to mention it, not even once.

The halls of the Laboratory

-Henry, are you sure this is a good idea?- Nadya asked, she charmed every guard they moved by, hide themselves from every camera they passed by.

-I’m positive, my Nada- she turned towards her and stuck a single piece of hair behind her ears. After their hug in the infirmary he grew quiet fond of touching, but only with her.

-Okay, I guess I just have to trust you then.

They went through unknown corridors, till they reached an escape rout in case of fire. He quickly made sure it wouldn’t alarm anyone, and pulled her outside. She didn’t even have the time to look around, because he quickly made them run towards the woods. They would be freezing if it weren’t for Nadya’s powers. It was the middle of a winter night.

-Come, I wanna show you something- Henry urged her as he was still running.

They only stopped when they reached a frozen lake.Nadya now looked around. The moon and the stars were shining brightly down at them, trees and snow surrendered them. It was unbelievable. She reached forward as if to touch the air around her. She was outside. She hasn’t been outside since she came to the lab. She lightly spun around and then bent down to touch the cold snow. Henry was looking at her, with true wonder in his eyes. This image was far better to him than any part of the outside world. Nadya then remembered something. When she was little, she and her brother used to roam on the frozen rivers back at home. They skated like that.

She quickly turned to Peter, and started to go towards the ice. She slowly stepped on it, to test if it’s enough to handle their weight. But just in case she made sure of this with magic too. She went forward. Henry looked at him curiously.

-What are you doing?- he asked.

-Come on, come here to me- she answered.

-I think, I might fall if I do that.

-I’ll catch you than- she winked at him. With a soft sigh he followed her, he was a bit clumsy, but she finally reached her. Nadya held his hands.

-I’ll help you.

They were just roaming the ice while holding each others hands. Henry didn’t wanna mention it, when he finally knew how to do this, because she didn’t want the girl, to let go of him.

-Dance with me- Nadya asked.

-On the ice?

-Yes.

-I can’t even dance.

-I’ll lead you, don’t worry- with that she put his arms around her waist and she put hers on his shoulder.

-I don’t think this is the appropriate proximity when it comes to dancing- Henry joked, to which Nadya chuckled a bit.

-It’s definitely not, but you want this too, so who cares.

-I always want this- he looked to her with so much warmth in his eyes, Nadya could feel how much he loved her. Not just loved, this man was head over heels for her, and she knew it.While concentrating on his feelings, she accidentally slipped, but Henry caught her in his arms, before she could hit the ice.

She started laughing.

-You idiot- Henry mumbled softly.

-I’m your idiot- she burst it out between laughs.

-Oh I know that.

Nadya looked up at him, and decided to make the first move, so she made their lips intervene. Slowly at first, till Henry started clumsily returning it. It was both of their first kiss, but seducing came naturally to the girl, so she was like she was already experienced in this field. It was the perfect moment, him holding her in his arms, she wished they ‘d became statues in this moment, along with the whole world. It was like even the moon made sure she saw the young lovers, on the ice.

Hawkins Laboratory

Nadya was still laughing as she laid beside Henry in her bed.

-It was perfect, Henry- she said quietly, reassuring the boy, that both the night and his kissing technic was alright. On the latest they’ll definitely work on.

-Yes it was- he said finally.- You are perfect - he then kissed her again, and again. They finally found what was missing of them. Or at least Nadya thought so. She didn’t notice the fuming rage to boy had against the laboratory. Didn’t notice his plans for the future, of what he’ll do when they finally leave.

#henry creel #001 stranger things #peter ballard #peter ballard is hot #stranger things #stranger things 4 #001 #fanfic #original character #eleven #will byers #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #max mayfield #martin brenner #kali stranger things

[putalittleloveonmelody]

Everything Comes Back To You

Inspired by This Town (video - lyrics)

Woke up this morning, rolled over to kiss you and nobody was there. The tangible remnants of you are gone. Your stray hairs replaced with new pillowcases. A blue coffee cup on the hook where your favorite mug used to hang. There isn’t even an indentation in the memory foam anymore. It’s been so long now since you left, that even the mattress has forgotten you. 

But I can’t. Clearly, considering my first inclination upon waking, and the shock to my system when I realized your soft lips, sleepy giggle and warm body weren’t next to me anymore. I still wake up expecting you next to me. I still reach for that vanished mug of yours when I make coffee before work. I can still smell honeysuckle and lemon in the air of our office as I start my day. 

It doesn’t matter that it's physically impossible for your perfume to be lingering any longer. Doesn’t matter how many times I've cleaned our apartment, or that I put cedarwood and lavender in the diffuser. Whether I want to or not, you still permeate every part of this place that used to be a home. Our home. Every morning, every meal, every night before I can convince sleep to take me away. Even in my dreams, good and bad. 

How do you change something that has been true for more of your life than it hasn't? How do you break a habit that feels more like a central function? How do you stop breathing when everything inside is screaming that noy only will you die without air, but that air without honeysuckle and lemon is poison.

My first thought has been you since you pulled my pigtails at the fairground and asked me to play. I'll still never know why out of all of our classmates you chose me to play that day, or how you managed to find a perfume that smelled exactly like the wildflowers that grew in the field where you kissed me the first time. 

So much of who I am, is because of who you allowed me to be. It's why I fell in love with you despite everything my parents taught me about “those godless heathens perverting the sacred union of a man and a woman.” 

Yesterday I thought I saw your shadow running round, but it was your little sister, wearing your college sweatshirt, chasing her best friend into the art store. It's funny how things never change in this old town, so far from the stars but so close to our hearts. 

I guess that's why we both came back when we graduated. And why neither of us could ever really leave after it all fell apart. After I couldn't ask you to stay the way I should have before I lost you.

And now I have. And it's hard. So fucking hard. 

I saw you with him in the pub where we met again after moving back. Where you told me you'd missed me, and asked me if I was ready to admit our teenage trysts had been more than experimenting. I still wasn’t. I wasn’t as self-aware, or brave as you. You knew exactly who you were, and more than that never doubted that it was okay. Didn't matter what anyone else thought, you were going to love who you loved, no matter their parts. You even knew about me before I did. Knew I couldn't tell my parents it was girls, or that it was you, and accepted me and loved me anyway

I wasn’t ready, but I wanted to be. I wanted to be free, even if I loved my parents to much to let myself be. Always on brand, you accepted that too. You loved me enough to let that be enough. Until it wasn't. And now I wish I could tell you everything. Out loud. To everyone. All the words I never said the first time around. All the words tattooed on my soul the way only unspoken truths can be. I need you to I know I love you more than I fear the truth. I need you more than I care about judgment, from anyone. 

So that’s what I’m doing. This article you're reading in this town's only paper so that everyone can see me tell you that I love you more than I fear the truth. That I need you more than I care about losing people who will judge me for that. That I remember more about us and how you made me feel than I do about anything else in my entire life, and I should have shared it all with anyone who would listen. And especially with those who wouldn't.

And I know it's wrong that I can't move on. That it's too little, too late, too silent, too long. And that it is not fair to ask you to leave him and come back to me… but I should have chased you, told you over and over again how everything comes back to you. And maybe that something about you that loved me through all of my running away will see this and run back.

I am sorry it took so long to tell everyone else what was always true about you. You still make me nervous when you walk into a room and smile at me. When I’m next to you, those butterflies in my stomach burst from their chrysalis and come alive. So I am not hiding anymore either. I will love you loudly. And proudly. Because I have loved you in some form since we were little, and I'll love you in every form for nothing less than the rest of our lives. If the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you. I'd kiss you. I’d shout out how totally gay I am because I can’t imagine a life without my girl. I’d marry you at that fairground watching you walk down the aisle with a bouquet of honeysuckle and lemon verbena.

Wish I was there with you now, because everything comes back to you...

So please come back to me.

#flicker #this town #niall horan #inspired by #lgbtq love #gay love #fiction #writing

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 216

Girls, Girls, Girls/Robot of Sherwood

“Girls, Girls, Girls”

Plot Description: After discovering powerful with Rowena is recruiting followed, Sam and Dean come up with a plan to capture her. But they’ve got competition

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I literally have no idea. Will check in later with a verdict

Dean’s on a dating apppppp!!! I mostly find it fascinating because he’s always tried to be so under the radar (probably because of all the credit card fraud, impersonating law enforcement, and murder charges but you know…)

Nooooooo, oh no. Poor baby’s first catfish. Sam knows it. I know it. Dean’ll figure it out. Oh…I guess, uh, it’s…not a catfish. My apologies, Dean

CAS AND HANNAH ARE BACK!! Hannah. Hannah, no. HELLO?? HANNAH?! What a weird non-attempt attempt at seducing Castiel. She doesn’t NEED to shower, but she’s going to go take one anyway…but like, did you have to strip in the middle of the room?? Does Hannah not wear a bra?? Are her tits just naturally at that placement? Good for you, girl

I’m taking back most of my apology. Omg…DEAN, DO NOT TRADE YOUR SOUL FOR SEX.

Uh oh. Hannah’s vessel’s husband has come into the picture

Rowena’s a total milf. She’s beautiful, she’s powerful, she just rescued a couple sex workers from exploitation, she’s even Scottish

Oh, Hannah…this is a mess now…

Rowena showing these girls how to get what they want, what they deserve. Good for her!!

If a spell hasn’t been used in 300 years and was only known by one person, WHY CAN SAM JUST GOOGLE IT??

ROWENA!!! I don’t think he’ll get workers comp if you KILL him

Nooooo, not this dude again. Marine dude with the grudge against Dean

Hannah, you are just lying to yourself now. I know you’re in love with Cas. Everyone can see it. That was not just convincing your vessel’s husband that she moved on from him

That’s the perfect pondering bridge, though. This…was unexpected. But I do kind of like it. I’ll miss Hannah, but her decision to give Caroline her life back after feeling her call out for her husband. It’s a good ending

Ah, dang. Why’d you have to kill one of your pupils, Rowena??

Omggg, can we just get rid of this guy?? I just don’t wanna see Grear Value Jeremy Renner anymore. This plotline isn’t interesting and it never was

Oh, Dean how wrong you are about how your story ends. It’s not the edge of a blade or the barrel of a gun…it’s so much shittier. It’s the end of a rusty nail…

You did the right thing, Cas. Even though it hurts. Oh….oh Cas…googling Jimmy Novak.

HER FERAL TAUNTING OF CROWLEYYYYY THOOOOOO

“Robot of Sherwood”

Plot Description: when robots threaten Sherwood Forest, the Doctor must team up with Robin Hood

This is legitimately one of like two episodes I remember from this season (which I believe was the last season I watched)

Disney’s fox Robin Hood is hotter :/

Robin is so earnest and the Doctor is so cynical, so the combination is kind of delightful.

Clara’s so smitten. She definitely saw the Disney cartoon

The Doctor taking all kinds of samples (hair, blood, etc. he took friar tuck’s sandal) because there’s no way any of this is real

🥺 just Clara noticing he’s sad because Robin laughs too much. Because she knew a man who laughed too much because he was sad, and the way the Doctor doesn’t recognize it and calls Robin and his merry men simple for it 🥺

*agonized wailing* “when did you stop believing in anything?” “When did you start believing in impossible heroes?” Like she’s not looking directly at one

Doctor wtf…changing up the Robin Hood myth?!

Oh the robots are BAD bad. If a human gets tired doing whatever job the robots are having them do…death. What an interesting commentary that could make

It’s about time Clara yelled at them for being idiots

The Sheriff thinks Clara is the ring leader. OBVIOUSLY. You two were just pointlessly bickering the whole time

She’s very good at playing men. It’s fun to watch. They’ll tell her anything, trust her with any story or information…well, til they decide they should wed her

Oh nooo, this is the part where Robin realizes he’s not real ☹️

Even if he’s not real, Clara’s having such a good time. I’m so glad she got to have this. Maybe it wasn’t EVERYTHING she thought it would be, but it was amazing nonetheless

Awwwww, and the Doctor reunited him with Marian 🥹

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

[moonlit-jeno]

red door, yellow door (m.)

pairing: mark lee x fem reader x jung jaehyun

genre/warnings: explicit sexual content | demon au | slight dubcon??? the mans a lust demon idk | Very mild horror themes | minor mlm | don’t attempt this game pls !!!

words: 8.1k

a/n: this is a repost from my old bts blog! pls don’t ask abt it bc i no longer actively follow bts :)

One of these days, you’re going to kill your coworkers.

You love them, you really do, but sometimes they can just be so dumb. It was Donghyuck and Renjun who came up with the idea to play this stupid game, one that is probably only played by naive 12 year old girls during slumber parties.

Normally you’d just brush it off, but Renjun had called you a wimp, so naturally you had to do it. Which is how you’ve ended up on your back with your best friend massaging circles into your forehead.

“Red door, yellow door, any other color door,” is being chanted around the room. You fight the urge to move your neck to a more comfortable position on Mark’s lap. Your hand twitches above your head, where your arms are raised. “This is stupid,” You whisper, and Mark laughs, scolding you lightly.

After a while, the mindless chanting lulls you to sleep, and you feel yourself drift off.

“What do you see?”

Two doors appear in front of you, one red and one yellow. They both look kind of old, paint chipping and peeling off.

“Anything else?”

A black door appears next to the yellow one and you find yourself drawn to it, wanting to go in. This one is shinier, considerable newer and more inviting compared to the other two

“Go in.”

You open the door and walk through, a sense of relief flooding through your senses as you give in to the pull. The room that you find yourself in seems never ending, the only thing in it a large bed.

“Do you see anyone?”

A man appears, sitting on the bed. The suit he’s wearing is unfitting for the plain surroundings- in fact, he’s unfitting for the surroundings in general. His teeth are blinding white when he smiles, not a hair out of place on his entire head. He’s attractive, all golden skin and beautiful features. Almost too beautiful. A shiver crawls up your spine, a tinge of discomfort bleeding into your senses. He smiles, dimples popping out, and you push the discomfort to the back of your mind.

“Who are you?” Your voice comes out distant to your own ears, echoing around you.

“Call me Jaehyun. Why don’t you come here, little bird? We can get properly acquainted.” The voice sounds haunting, like a distorted video. You wouldn’t believe that he’s speaking if his lips didn’t move in sync. Despite the unnatural voice sounding warning bells in your brain, you find yourself moving forward automatically and settling down on his lap when he pats his thigh for emphasis.

“And what’s your name, little bird?” He trails a hand up and down your thigh and you shiver, leaning back against him. He chuckles when you tell him your name, a pleased smile lighting up his features.

“Well, little bird, seems that we’re going to have some fun together.”

Your name is being echoed all around you, and you wake with a jolt, eyes flying open to see Mark staring at you.

“Are you okay?” The rest of your group is also gathered around you, standing in a half circle.

“Yeah, just fell asleep for a bit. Why?” You push yourself onto your elbows, sitting up so that you can lean against Mark.

Donghyuck plops down on the floor, sitting so that he’s facing you. “You were talking like you were having a conversation with someone. Who was it?”

You shrug, trying not to dull his excitement. “I don’t know, just some guy.”

“Was he wearing a suit?” Renjun asks, standing behind Hyuck. He grimaces when you nod. “Y/n, we literally told you not to talk to anyone in a suit. We told you not to talk to anyone. It’s in the rules.”

You roll your eyes, knowing how serious he gets when it comes to stuff like this. “Relax, it’s fine. He seemed nice, and it’s not like it was anything real.”

Renjun still doesn’t look convinced, but Mark interrupts his paranoia by doing what he’s best- or worst, depending on who you ask- at, cracking jokes.

“Hey, was he eating deviled eggs?” He laughs at his own joke, and everyone else groans. “Hey, don’t get mad at me. His place was probably such a hellhole.” The bad mood dissolves into jokes and loud laughter for the rest of the night.

You leave the party- or gathering as Donghyuck had called it because it sounded more mysterious- when it starts storming. The rain drenches you and pretty much everyone else that’s sitting on the porch, leaving you scrambling for shelter. Luckily, Mark offers you a ride.

“Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Mark hollars out the window of his truck, his words getting lost in the night as he speeds off. His truck hits a pothole and you can imagine him swearing as his head hits the roof. Giggling to yourself, you unlock your apartment and slip inside. It’s close to 2 in the morning, so you decide that if you’re already not going to get that much sleep, why not binge Shameless?

You only get through two episodes before your eyelids feel heavy, and you have to fight to keep them open. On screen, there’s a bar fight that you try to take interest in, but sleep quickly pulls you under.

“Welcome back, little bird.” The voice is all around you, but no matter how much you turn and search, no one’s to be found.

“Turn around, little bird, I am here.” Spinning abruptly, you come face to face with the man from earlier, Jaehyun. He gives you a chilling grin.

“So we meet again,” he starts, and his voice no longer sounds eerie or inauthentic. He sounds like, well, a normal man. “Tell me, what would you do if I were to kiss you?”

You swallow, tongue darting out to wet your lips on instinct. “Depends. Are you a good kisser?” You aim for coy, but you miss the mark and land closer to worried.

“You could say that.” He pulls you close with one hand on the back of your head, stopping right before your lips. “May I?”

You nod, and he pulls you in for a gentle, closed mouth kiss.

It’s like that touch ignites a fire in you, because before you know it, your arms are thrown around his neck, dragging him closer to deepen the kiss. You lick along his lower lip and he readily grants you access, a throaty groan leaving him when you suck on his tongue. Liquid heat courses through your veins when he nips at your lower lip, tongue flicking over it in apology. You moan, raw and needy. He likes that, if the chuckle and wicked grin is anything to go by. Picking you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist, he walks over to a bed that definitely wasn’t there before.

He drops you on the bed, and then suddenly you’re both naked. Jaehyun leans over you, all lean muscles and golden skin. His cock hangs hard and flushed between his legs, and you have the urge to swallow him down. He groans, as if reading your mind, and then reaches to pump himself slowly, long fingers wrapped around the length. “Not now, little bird, not now. I have something else in mind.” With one gentle push to your shoulders, you’re lying flat on the bed, Jaehyun between your legs. His mouth hovers over your core, already wet and dripping despite not having been touched. He plays idly with the slick on your upper thigh, drawing random patterns into the flesh. His eyes are dark, and you could swear that they’re entirely black, no white visible. He peers curiously up at you from between your legs, watching your reaction as his fingers get closer and closer to where you want him. Your breathing picks up as arousal thrums through your body, center pulsing and aching for some sort of relief.

“May I have you?” His breath ghosts over your center when you speak, the sensation making you even needier. 

You nod quickly. “Take it, fuck, you have all of me.” He grins, wasting no time in diving in. His tongue feels impossibly good, licking up your folds and circling over your clit. He leaves sloppy kisses along your core, one hand massaging your thigh and keeping you spread open. You cry out when his tongue pushes into you, his nose brushing your clit and sending sparks up your spine.

His tongue feels impossibly long, so good inside of you that you feel like you’re losing your mind. Your hips buck up desperately, riding his face to hell and back. One arm gets thrown over your stomach to keep you in place while two fingers from his free hand dip into your soaking core, curling into that spot immediately. Stars flash behind your eyes, one hand coming down to fist in Jaehyun’s hair. Your feet scramble frantically along his back, heels digging in in an effort to anchor yourself, toes curling at the sensations singing through you.

You feel your orgasm drawing closer, heat pooling in your center. You whimper brokenly as you try to chase after your high, grinding your hips along his tongue. He lets you, just holding his tongue flat out for you to ride.

You come like that, falling apart on his tongue, screams of his name falling from your lips. He works you through it, tongue gently licking along your folds, slurping up your arousal as if he hasn’t had a meal in weeks.

You lay there, boneless and whimpering weakly through the aftershocks until Jaehyun pulls away to kiss up your body. He licks into your mouth hotly, reminding you that he hasn’t come yet. You bat weakly at his chest, pushing him onto his back. “Your turn,”

He groans in appreciation at the view of you above him. “So perfect, little bird. I’m gonna have so much fun with your soul.”

This sentence freezes you in your spot. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Jaehyun meets your gaze, black eyes entrancing you. “That means, y/n, that I’m going to have your soul. You belong to me now, hmm?” One of his hands plays gently with a strand of your hair. “That’s what you agreed to earlier, no?”

“N-no.” You try backing away, but the inhuman voice from earlier is back, echoing everywhere, repeating his words over and over until you can’t take it anymore-

You wake with a gasp, hitting your head as you sit up. Your computer is still on your lap, episode fifteen playing. Fuck, you’ve only been asleep for forty five minutes. It’s not even three yet, and you don’t have to go to work until eight. Deciding there’s no way you’re falling back asleep, you get up and decide to bake.

Five hours later, your coworkers love you when you show up with containers of cinnamon rolls, five different types of cookies, and a coffee cake. Mark looks mildly worried.

“You okay? I haven’t seen you bake since high school.” You snap out of your thoughts and turn to face Mark. The look of concern on your best friend’s face is enough to make you feel guilty and you nod, forcing a smile onto your face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Had a bad dream last night and couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” You respond, trying not to show how bothered you actually are.

“Wanna talk about it?” Mark leans forward over his desk, chin planted on his hand.

“No, it’s gonna sound dumb.” You whine, shaking your head. And it is dumb, even to you. You’re scared because you had a dream that some man ate you out and then told you he was going to take your soul?

“Well, you always sound dumb. Of course your dreams are gonna be dumb.” Mark laughs as you chuck a piece of cake at him, infectious laugh soothing you. You sigh.

Mark raises his eyebrows at you when you finish telling him your dream. “You’re scared because you had a wet dream? Damn, I’d be living in a nightmare if I was scared after every wet dream I’ve had.”

You kick him under the table. “Mark! It was really scary. He told me he was going to take my soul!”

Upon seeing that you’re actually freaked out, his face softens. “Look, y/n, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You probably just thought that he was hot, and your brain remembered his face and put it in a dream. I wouldn’t worry about it; what’s the worst he’s gonna do, haunt you?”

You give a shaky nod, agreeing. It’s not like something from your dreams could actually harm you. Mark reaches across the desk, taking your hand in his and giving a tight squeeze, warm brown eyes gazing at you openly. “And if something does happen, just remember that I’m your best friend. I’ll be here for you.”

“Thanks, Mark. Means a lot to me.”

He leans back in his seat. “Anytime, anyplace, anything. Triple A.”

You smile, raising an eyebrow. “Anything?”

His eyes go wide, taking in the glint in your eyes. “Within reason.”

“How about a sip of coffee?” You nod down at his cup, pasting a huge smile on your face.

“I did say within reason, so no.”

You huff. “I expected that.”

Although you don’t scare easily, it’s safe to say that you’re a bit unsettled tonight, especially after your nightmare last night. You find yourself jumping at every little noise, hand slamming the light switch on with your pulse racing every five minutes. This has been going on for an hour, and after a final sweep of your room reveals nothing, you decide that maybe a face mask will help you relax.

Your bathroom has two mirrors facing each other, which is normally a blessing when you do your hair, but tonight it does nothing but make you want to hide under your blankets.

Get a grip on yourself, you chastise, grabbing your phone and opening spotify. Maybe some music will help? You click on your Christmas playlist because what better way to cheer up than to think about your favorite holiday?

A mistake, really, because it seems that you’ve forgotten how creepy Santa is.

“He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake,” Yikes. You stop that song in a hurry, feeling anything but comforted. No music then, noted.

You reach for your face wash, turning the sink on and waiting for the water to warm. You can’t help but glance in the mirror behind you every so often, paranoia getting the best of you. Man, you feel pathetic, worrying about monsters in your closet like you’re six and not twenty-six.

You wash your face quickly, hoping that your fears will wash away as well. No such luck.

You swear you see something move behind you after you dry your face off, but there’s nothing there. Shaking it off, you reach for your face mask, taking your time painting your face with the green clay.

It’s after your face is coated that you spot someone in the glass behind you. You scream, whipping around to come face to face with a man. Not just any man- Jaehyun.

Your heart thunders in your chest, eyes widening in fear. He seems to be in the mirror, copying your petrified expression mockingly.

“Hello, little bird.” He purrs, smirking lightly.

“Are you- are you in my mirror?” You’re in disbelief, mind struggling to comprehend this. First you spot him while in a weird trance, then in a dream, and now in your mirror? Maybe you’re having a quarter life crisis.

“No, I am not. Mirrors are just gateways to alternate dimensions. I’m merely using the mirror to visit you.” He says this like it’s common knowledge. It feels like your throat is made of sandpaper with how hard it is to choke out your words. “O-okay. I’m just gonna- yeah.”

You grab your phone from the counter and bolt, fumbling for your keys before jumping into your car and speeding off in the direction of Mark’s house. You call him, fingers fumbling on the screen. He goes to voicemail the first time, and your heart drops. “No, no, no,” you whisper frantically, calling again. He does pick up this time.

“Y/n? It’s the middle of the night.” His voice sounds gruff, and you feel guilty for waking him up. One glance in your rear view mirror reveals that Jaehyun is joining you on this ride, and you scream, car swerving violently to one side before you straighten it out.

“Where are we going, little bird?”

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Mark’s voice has lost its sleepy edge, taking on a concerned tone. He says your name again, more frantic.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Your tires squeal as you make a turn, now only two blocks away. “Can I- can I come over? I really need to be with someone right now.”

“Of course, you know you’re always welcome. The door’s unlocked.”

You hang up, willing the tears in your eyes to not spill over. Finally arriving, you slam on the breaks and haphazardly pull next to a curb, yanking the key out of the ignition and sprinting to Mark’s house.

You lock the door behind you when you step inside, testing the handle as if a door could stop a mirror traveling demon or whatever the fuck Jaehyun was from coming inside. “Mirrors,” you mumble, reaching the stairs.

“Y/n? What’s-” Mark stands at the top of the stairs, one hand rubbing at his eyes. You cut him off, flying up the stairs.

“Mirrors, fuck. Mark, we need to cover the mirrors!” You breeze by his shocked figure, not noticing the way he turns to stare at you incredulously.

“What, why? Y/n, are you crazy?”

Ignoring him, you throw a towel over the mirror in his bathroom, ripping open a pack of bandaids to use as adhesive.

You throw another towel over the mirror in his bedroom, collapsing on his bed when you’re done and finally allowing yourself to sob.

“Y/n, hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” Mark, as gentle and caring as ever, comes over to sit next to you, one hand combing through your hair.

“I- don’t laugh at me.” You stare him straight in the eye, pleading with him. You know you’re going to sound crazy, but you’re praying that your best friend listens to you. He nods, urging you to go on.

“That- that man I saw in my dream and during whatever fucked up game Hyuck had us play? He was in my fucking mirror, Mark. I- the whole night, I had this feeling that I was being watched, and then I went into my bathroom and he was just there, and-” You’re hyperventilating at this point, fighting for every breath, tears clouding your vision. “He was in my car, in the rear view mirror-” Mark pulls you closer, enveloping you in his arms and allowing you to sob loudly into his chest. You cry for a few minutes, until you’re finally able to pull yourself together.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’ve had a rough week, I know. It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

He wipes a tear away from your check, patting you lightly. “Why don’t you go wash this off, okay? We can watch a movie after.” He offers, and until that point, you’d forgotten you were wearing a face mask. You grimace at the green imprint on his black shirt, but he just chuckles. “I’ll go grab you some water in the meantime.”

Nodding, you garner up the energy to walk to his bathroom. It’s fine, the mirror’s covered, he can’t hurt you. You close the door just in case, wanting an extra level of protection

You rinse your face with cold water, hoping that it will clear your mind. You give your face a couple more splashes before drying off with a towel.

“You missed a spot on your forehead.” You freeze before looking around wildly. There’s no one around, which can only mean that Jaehyun can still see you. Swallowing, you start the water again, rubbing at your forehead.

“And your left cheek.” You rub at the skin, being way too harsh but you excuse it considering your situation. “No, your other left. My left.”

“Jesus,” You growl in annoyance, reaching up to rip the towel down. Sure enough, there’s a splotch of green on your cheek. Jaehyun’s nowhere to be found. Maybe I am losing my mind.

You finish rinsing the mask off, finding some face lotion buried in Mark’s drawer, screaming bloody murder when Jaehyun appears in the mirror again. “Looking for me?”

“No! Leave me alone!” You cry, head spinning. Jaehyun fakes a pout, holding a hand over his heart in mock hurt. Do demons even have hearts?

“Ouch, little bird. You don’t want to finish what we started the other night? When I had you moaning so pretty, so wet for me. I’m sure your pussy would take me so well, hmm?” Your heart rate kicks up again, but for a different reason this time. You almost moan, thinking about the dream.

Because he was right, you had been so wet. The want comes back full forces, slamming into you like a truck. You remember how needy you were, wanting to suck his cock so bad, wanting him to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. All fear that you previously had is slowly disappearing, fading into lust.

The demon smiles knowingly. “Ah, little bird, so you do remember. Remember how you promised me that you’re mine?”

You nod, eyes glazing over. You’re wet, panties starting to stick to your throbbing core uncomfortably.

“Mmmh, I bet you’re already dripping for me. Just waiting for me to come out and fill you up.”

Hearing your name leave his lips sends a wave of arousal crashing through you so strong that your knees buckle, grabbing onto the counter for support. He chuckles, but whatever he’s about to say is cut off by Mark.

“What were you say-” Your best friend trails off, eyes wide as he observes the scene. You snap out of your haze at the interruption. His mouth parts in shock. “You really weren’t kidding, shit.” He laughs humorlessly.

Then, quick as lightning, he rears back and punches the mirror. You scream in surprise at the crack, shards falling to the floor.

You and Mark both stare at the broken shards of glass on the ground, gleaming under the lights. “Mark,” You start, trailing off once you realize you have nothing to say. He seems to understand, walking forward until he’s close enough to pull you into a hug. You feel tears start to slide down your cheeks, dampening the cotton of your best friends shirt. You hug him closer, burying your face into his broad chest. He wraps himself around you, and you let yourself be lulled into the sense of security that his larger frame brings you. A sense of security that vanishes once you hear a low chuckle that definitely does not belong to Mark.

You both scream, leaping backwards and away from the noise. Jaehyun stands there, just in front of the door, with a shit eating grin on his face. You cower behind Mark, who is wrapping a protective arm around you while simultaneously trying to hide behind you.

“I really must thank you for finally setting me free. Normally I have to wait for some asshole with a ouija board, but then there’s just so many other demons that I have to compete with. So I just stick to the dream world-” He pauses to wink at you for emphasis “-but this is so much more fun.” His eyes are black, and you can’t tell where he’s looking. Swallowing, you clutch onto Mark’s arm for dear life.

The demon seems to regard the two of you for a moment, before his amusement seems to grow. He begins to move forward.

“Ah, Mark Lee. Lovely name for a stupid boy. Didn’t you know breaking a mirror is bad luck?” By this point, you and Mark are flattened against the wall, while Jaehyun stands less than a foot away from the two of you. There’s nowhere to run. This is it, you think, this is how I die.

Jaehyun chuckles, turning to you. You lower your gaze to the ground; it hurts to make eye contact with him. “No, little bird. This isn’t how you die, don’t worry.”

Then he’s backing away from the two of you, motioning to follow him. The logical part of your brain is screaming not to, but you find yourself drawn to him, legs carrying you after him without your consent, Mark clutching your arm tightly as he walks next to you.

Jaehyun seems to know the layout of the house, leading you straight into Mark’s bedroom. The demon grabs a chair from the desk and spins it around, straddling it so that he’s facing the bed.

He motions lazily. “Go on now, have a seat. Get comfortable.”

You find yourself sitting down on the edge of the bed, following his words like marching orders. Mark sits about half a foot away from you. Jaehyun shakes his head. “No, no, no. That won’t do. I said to get comfortable, did I not?” He raises an eyebrow as if daring you to argue with him. “Go lay down at the head board.”

You crawl to the head of the bed, settling so that you’re on your side, facing the demon. Mark follows suit, pulling you close to him so that you’re spooning. Jaehyun lets out a pleased hum. “Much better. Aren’t you much more comfortable now?” Nodding, you realize that you actually are more comfortable. It’s not just the change of position, but the energy in the room as well. The demon is no longer giving off a threatening aura. It’s more relaxed, maybe even happy? He certainly looks more relaxed, probably as happy as a demon can get, if not a little smug.

Your body is pulsing with energy, and it takes you a moment to place what you’re feeling. The earlier need to run that you had felt has been replaced with another need, albeit further down. Your thighs clench as another surge of heat pulses through your core, and your face warms at the realization. Why now, of all times, are you horny?

Jaehyun’s grin broadens as he seems to sense your dilemma. “Oh, little bird, if only you knew. Tell me, what type of demon do you think I am?” He watches you curiously, black eyes staring into your soul.

You try to tilt your head towards Mark, but the position’s too awkward and you only catch a glimpse of the side of his face. He looks a bit flushed from what you can see, teeth digging into his plush bottom lip, teeth that you could easily replace with your own- you blink, dazedly. What the fuck? Sexual thoughts about your best friend? That’s a new one. Even if you’ve noticed that he’s hot, you’d never thought about him sexually. Now, though, you can feel the hardness of his dick against your ass, and you can’t help but think about how good he could fuck you.

“Incubus,” You finally manage, blinking rapidly to clear the haze of your vision. Jaehyun grins, looking genuinely surprised that you’d gotten it right.

“Good girl. Make a little sense now?” You nod, fighting a moan as Mark starts to rock against you, slowly, as if he’s unconsciously doing it. Jaehyun notices.

“How about you, Mark? You doing alright over there?”

Your friend, your best friend, buries his face in your neck and groans, deep and delicious. It sends another surge of heat through your body, the growing need between your legs pulsing pathetically. “What are you doing to us?” The words are growled behind you, vibrating against the skin where his lips are pressed.

“Oh no, Mark, I’m not doing anything to you. The only thing I can do to you is make you realize your desires. Your deepest, darkest fantasies? I make that happen. Finally being able to fuck the girl you’ve been in love with for years? I make that happen.” The words take a minute to register with you, but you stiffen when the meaning hits you. Mark Lee, in love with you? An unlikely story, bordering impossible.

The demon chuckles at your inner turmoil, rolling his eyes at how dumb humans can be. “You too, y/n. You love Mark, even if you won’t admit it. You let the idea that he was too good for you scare you away from him. Do you not remember how often you thought of him, late at night after first meeting him?”

You groan in protest, not because it’s not true, but because you do remember. It had been so long ago. When you hadn’t known Mark, had only known of him. You pull away from Mark, awkwardly pushing him to lay flat against the pillows while you clamber on top of him.

“Mark, is it true? Do you love me?” You hold his face between your hands, staring into his eyes. He meets your gaze, pupils blown and eyes half lidded. He nods as best he can.

“So, so much.” Mark’s voice comes out raspy, matching his flushed skin. You lean down to kiss him, uncaring of the other presence in the room. Mark moans when your lips make contact, hands pulling you to straddle him. Your eyelids flutter at the feeling of his clothed cock against your center, rocking your hips to try to ease the throb of your core. His hands fly to your ass, pulling and kneading at the flesh as he urges you into a harsher pace.

The kiss is rougher, needier now, open mouthed and panting. Mark’s got his tongue tangled with yours, sucking in such a way that sends waves of heat through you. You want him in you, any part of him really.

Jaehyun seems to agree, speaking up from right next to you. You jump, having forgotten he was there although he’s the reason you’re like this in the first place.

“Let’s get the show on the road. As much as I’m enjoying this, I think we’d all enjoy something else a little more.” The demon reaches for the hem of your shirt and you nod, raising your arms above your head to let him pull the garment off. Mark groans at the newly revealed skin, hands going to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra. “Fuck,” He whines, staring in awe at your chest. He doesn’t waste time before leaning up to kiss along your cleavage, pulling the bra down to expose your breasts. Another set of hands unclasp the bra before traveling down your torso to rub circles into your hip bones, sliding your sleeping shorts and panties off at the same time. Jaehyun throws the shorts somewhere off the bed. He keeps the panties, a pleased sigh leaving him as he appreciates the ruined fabric.

“Fuck, little bird. You’re really enjoying this,” He comments, as if he isn’t a fucking lust demon that can sense these kinds of things. You don’t voice your thoughts, because Mark chooses this moment to suck a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin so that all you can do is moan. “You’ve even ruined your panties. They’re soaked.”

He hands the strip of lace to Mark, who lets out a throaty groan at the sight. “You’re not getting these back.” He informs you, slipping the garment into his bedside drawer. You ignore him, instead tugging insistently at his shirt. He takes pity on you, grabbing the collar and yanking the baggy tee over his head.

You let your hands slide down his chest in admiration, feeling the hard lines of his muscles. You lick your lips at how broad his shoulders are, how strong he looks. Jaehyun doesn’t give you much time to enjoy the view, gliding two fingers along your slit before circling around your little nub. A cry of pleasure leaves you to mindlessly press your face into Mark’s collarbone, nipping and sucking the flesh until you’re sure you’ve left a bruise.

Jaehyun slips the two fingers into your aching core, curling and dragging them so well along your walls. Sparks of electricity flow through your veins, heat pooling in your center.

Mark groans from below you. Looking down, you see that you’ve unconsciously dug your nails into his hard chest in an effort to ground yourself. You remove your hands, only to spot little red half crescents littered over his skin. You rub your palms over the marks as if to soothe them, but it seems that the man wasn’t groaning from pain.

“Y/n” He sounds so fucked out, voice hoarse and raw even though hardly anything has happened yet. “You look so good like this, so perfect for me.” He brings one large hand up to cup your cheek, thumb delicately stroking over your cheekbone before moving down to trace your lower lip. You part your lips, letting him slide in before sucking around the digit, tongue curling around it as if it were his cock. His eyes darken a fraction, tongue coming out to wet his lips, swollen and kiss bitten.

You moan around the digit as Jaehyun adds a third finger, stretching your walls so pleasantly that you can’t help but buck your hips back for more. A whine forces its way out of your throat as the demon pulls his fingers out of you, leaving an empty ache between your thighs.

“Don’t you think it would be more fun if she was sucking on something a bit bigger than your finger, Mark?” The voice startles you, breath tickling your ear as he speaks. The man under you nods, swallowing thickly. Your eyes are drawn to the way his Adam’s apple bobs with the movement, and a gush of wetness pulses down below. Your thighs are probably covered in your arousal at this point.

You scoot down his body, trailing kisses and bites down his toned stomach. You take your time unzipping his pants, sucking a mark into the soft skin below his navel. He’s hard as a rock, and you moan in appreciation at the sheer size of him once you shimmy his jeans down his thighs.

“No underwear?” You ask, mouth curling up in a teasing smirk. He huffs out a laugh, propping himself up on his elbows so that he can watch. “No, ‘s too restricting.”

You lazily pump his dick, thumb flicking over the tip once or twice. You plan to tease him more, but then Jaehyun’s pushing your head down and you have no choice but to open your mouth wide, innocent eyes peeking up at Mark as you take his cock in your mouth. He’s so big that you can’t take him in all the way, keeping one hand curled around his cock to stroke what your mouth can’t reach. You let it get sloppy, using your spit to ease the glide until you’ve got a pleasant rhythm going. Mark replaces Jaehyun’s hands with his own, gathering strands of your hair in his palms and using that grip to control your pace. “F-fuck,” He lets out a shaky exhale, letting his head fall back against the pillows once he’s satisfied with the pace.

Jaehyun slaps your ass, a loud smack sounding throughout the room. You moan, pitching forward onto Mark’s cock and gagging as he hits the back of your throat. A strangled cry leaves the man above you, his hips thrusting even further into the tight, wet heat of your mouth.

The demon kneads your stinging flesh before using his grip on you to pull your hips up. “Good girl,” You keen under his praises, sticking your ass up even higher. The warm, wet pressure against your center has you faltering, moaning almost violently around Mark’s cock. He doesn’t seem to be having any complaints, the vibrations forcing a moan of his own out.

Your eyes roll up into your head as Jaehyun wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. You’re sure you’d be screaming by now if Mark’s cock wasn’t halfway down your throat. You’ve given up sucking him off by this point, content to let the man fuck your mouth while Jaehyun sucks your fucking soul out from between your legs. It feels so good, not used to being the center of even one man’s focus, let alone two.

Mark eases you off of his cock after you accidentally bite him, using your spit to ease the slide as he lazily fucks up into his loose fist. You rest your head on his thigh, alternating between moaning wantonly and mouthing messily against the skin as you feel your orgasm approach.

Jaehyun pulls away at the last second, and you whine loudly as your orgasm is cut off. The feeling of frustration leaves you close to tears, and you jiggle your ass in hopes that it will regain his attention. It does momentarily, as Jaehyun lands a harsh smack on the flesh, but he pulls away again.

“Mark,” The man in question looks up, hand freezing on his dick as if waiting for Jaehyun’s orders. And fuck, what a sight that would be: your normally brash and confident friend being so pliant and submissive to a near stranger… You blink out of it, feeling mildly ashamed even in your current state. Luckily, Jaehyun interrupts your thoughts. “I’m feeling generous today, so I’ll let you go first. You’ve been waiting long enough for this, anyway.”

Mark nods eagerly, pulling you into a desperate kiss. You paw at every inch of skin you can reach, searching for a release from the ache inside of you. Your wish is granted when he hooks two fingers in your soaking cunt, groaning at how wet you are. He scissors you open quickly, hissing at how tight you feel.

“Ready, angel? Want my cock?” The pet name has you moaning, though it draws a low chuckle from Jaehyun, who’s watching from his position next to Mark.

“Hurry up, already. Need you in me, ‘ve waited so long.”

Mark lights up at this, smile stretching his features. He looks so breathtaking in this moment, skin glowing and flushed, hair mussed up, eyes blown wide and half lidded.

“I’m yours,” He breathes, leaning up for one last kiss. His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you forward so that you’re hovering above his thick cock. “Ride me baby.”

“I’d love to.” Reaching one hand down to position him at your entrance, you start to lower yourself down. Of course, Jaehyun chooses this exact moment to stop you. He truly is the spawn of Satan.

“Little bird, hold on just a second. I found something of interest in the back of Markie’s brain.” You cringe as he mocks your earlier nickname for the man. “What’s this I’m seeing, Mark? You like it up the ass?” His tone is teasing, but Mark groans in embarrassment. His face has gone an alarming shade of red by this point. “N-no,” He tries to deny, sputtering excuses but Jaehyun cuts him off with a press of a finger to his lips. “Oh, Mark, don’t get shy on me now. It’s a perfectly fine thing to like. Little bird, you’ll get your turn in a minute. You,” He snaps his fingers at Mark. “Come here. Kneel up, just like that. Perfect.” He appraises Mark’s ass for a moment, hands moulding the flesh before slipping a finger in. Mark’s eyebrows furrow, and you shoot up in alarm. “Doesn’t he need lube?”

Jaehyun looks at you, surprised that you care, before chuckling. “I can produce lube. Perks of being a lust demon.” Winking at you, he returns his focus to Mark. You can’t see what he’s doing, but the pure pleasure present on your best friends face has you clenching your thighs together, waves of need crashing through you. If you thought he looked good before, he looks absolutely gone now. Breathless groans are leaving him now, eyelids fighting to stay open as he sinks down on the others fingers. You watch him, mesmerized, before shuffling over to him.

“How close are you?”

He forces his gaze down to you. “Kind of- nngh- close, w-why?” 

Wrapping a hand around his base lightly, you start stroking. “Will you come if I blow you?”

He moans, a punched out sound that takes you by surprise. “Fuck, yes, I’ll definitely come if you blow me.” You pout in disappointment. Upon seeing your crestfallen expression, he continues. “Maybe we c-can- oh, yes- figure something out. Jaehyun,” He turns his head back behind him, struggling to get the words out between moans. “Can I eat y/n out?”

There’s just something so hot about Mark asking for permission from someone else that you can’t help the whimper that escapes you. Jaehyun must nod, because then you’re being laid back, Mark settling between your thighs. He’s sucking sweet kisses into your core almost immediately, pulling your legs over his shoulders to give him better access. You’re letting out sharp cries of pleasure the whole time, eyes fighting the urge to roll back in your head in favor of watching Mark between your legs. A particularly well placed flick of his tongue has your hips rolling against his face, grasping the sheets in your hand as your mind blanks. The pleasure climbing through your system is insane, threatening to burn you from the inside out.

It only gets better once Mark starts moaning, his sinful mouth sending sweet vibrations traveling up your core. You manage to catch sight of Jaehyun behind him, kissing wetly along his shoulders and neck, features curving into a smirk once he notices you watching him.

“Little bird likes this, hmm? Like watching another man pleasure your boyfriend while he pleases you?” You hum, unable to tear yourself away from his gaze, unable to even think, letting his boyfriend comment slide. Whereas before it hurt to look directly into his eyes, you now find yourself getting lost in his dark orbs. It’s like a drug, your pleasure being amplified by the man, demon, whatever in front of you.

You finally break eye contact, head falling back against the mattress as Mark draws you closer and closer to your peak. Burying one hand in his hair, you use the leverage to grind your core against his face, chasing your sweet release. “C-close, Mark, please-” You don’t know what you’re begging for at this point. It’s too much but not enough at the same time. Jaehyun saves you from having to decide by cruelly ripping your orgasm away from you, again, dragging Mark’s face away from your pussy.

A few tears slip down your face at this point, frustration reaching its peak. Jaehyun wipes the tears away, laughing lowly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you desire soon.”

He must pull out of Mark, because your friend whimpers before seeming to realize what he just did and clears his throat uncomfortably.

“Mark, would you like to fuck our little bird now?” Mark nods, tongue flicking out to wet dry lips.

Jaehyun smirks. “Good. On your back. Y/n, ride him.” You don’t have to be told twice. You scramble onto your knees, wasting no time in straddling Mark before dropping yourself down on him. You both moan in satisfaction, you at finally being filled and Mark at your tightness. You have to brace both hands on his chest, almost collapsing at the overwhelming relief you feel. Beyond the burn of the stretch, his cock filling you up so nicely, there’s a sweet pleasure, a satisfaction.

You don’t wait very long to adjust, grinding your hips in smooth circles before lifting yourself off of him and dropping yourself back down. You quickly start a rhythm of you bouncing on his cock, eyes rolling at how fucking big he feels in you.

Mark’s hands are locked in a vice grip on your ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh and using his grip to urge you into a faster pace.

Jaehyun decides to join, coming up behind you to kiss at your neck, one hand reaching up to your mouth. “Suck,” He commands, slipping two fingers past your willing lips. You do, hollowing your cheeks and slurping around the digits, wishing that it was his dick. He hums behind you, bringing the wet digits down to your entrance, finding your clit with ease and rubbing fast circles into the little nub. You moan even louder now, feeling yourself speed towards your climax. You’ve been on edge for too long, you can’t hold on anymore.

“You close, little bird? Going to come on Mark’s cock? Gonna make him fill you up, pound into that dirty cunt?” His words get to you, your head falling back against his shoulder once more.

“Yes, yes! Oh, please, please-” He cuts off your mindless rambling by pulling you in for a kiss, one that you melt into. This is the first time he’s kissed you, and you’re quite upset that you hadn’t kissed him earlier. It’s a hot kiss, lots of tongue and teeth. It heightens your pleasure immensely, and you can’t stop kissing him. You suck on his tongue filthily, and oh, he must like that if the resulting groan is anything to go by. Even when he goes to pull away, you won’t let him, one hand fisting in his hair to keep him close. He seems to be speeding up your release, if that were even possible. Your mind feels hazier now, every sensation heightened, core screaming for release. You feel your orgasm twisting painfully at your insides, pulsing before finally exploding. The intensity of it rips a scream out of your throat, nails scratching across Mark’s chest as Jaehyun licks even deeper into your mouth, drinking up the noises you make.

When you come down, Mark is still thrusting desperately up into you, though he stops at the demons command. “From behind,” You hear Jaehyun say, but everything’s hazy at this point. Your mind is still fuzzy from your orgasm, and it’s like watching through a screen. Like you’re high, though you hadn’t had anything the whole day.

Mark manhandles you into position, hands and knees with your ass raised high in the air. He leaves one gentle kiss on your shoulder blade before relentlessly pounding into you, cock hitting even deeper in this position. Jaehyun kneels in front of you, pulling your face in towards his cock. You moan around him as he slips inside, mouth not quite burning at the stretch like Mark, though the demon still has you gagging. His cock has the same effect on you as his kisses did, and you feel addicted. You’re slurping and sucking and moaning around him, not wanting the intense pleasure to stop. You barely hear the kissing above you, taking far too long to register that Jaehyun has pulled Mark into a messy kiss above you. The image has you moaning even more wantonly, ass pushing back against Mark.

The kiss seems to have a similar effect on the man, because then he’s slamming into you at an even more relentless rate, moans higher and more frequent before he’s coming with a shout, finally filling you up. Your core pulses again at the feeling, and you suck at Jaehyun’s dick with renewed vigor. His hands fist in your hair, keeping you still so that he can fuck your mouth as hard as he wants. You relish in the feeling of your throat being fucked raw, spit dripping out of your mouth and down his cock. He lets out a deep groan, hips slamming deep one last time as he finishes. His cum seems to ignite a fire within you, because you’re coming almost simultaneously with him, despite not even being touched.

You collapse afterwards, dragging yourself to Mark and letting him drape himself over you. You let yourself drift off to sleep, sated and still riding the high.

The demon kisses each of you one last time, drinking in the last remaining parts of your soul, watching as the two humans take their last breaths. “Thanks for the meal, lovelies.” He chuckles, petting your head almost affectionately before walking out into the night sky, not sparing a single glance back.

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