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Call Me Dutch. (Part 1/2)

Alan "Dutch" Schaefer (Predator) x reader

Warnings: NSFW (ish), swearing, mention of violence, mention of gun usage

Context: The reader and Dutch are holed up in a cave somewhere, and the major is a little bit handsy in his sleep.

A/n: this has been on my ao3 account for ages, so I thought I'd upload it here whilst I have no time to write anything new 😅

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As I finally wake up after a dreamless, tense sleep, I notice one thing about my new position: there's arms around me.

My eyes crack open tentatively, my body going taut as I register the large hands flattened against my abdomen, the hugely muscular arms holding me loosely against a similarly built chest. Hot, heavy breaths fan out across my neck, goosebumps forming on my chilled skin from the somehow intimate heat of them, the lips that are mere inches from touching the same area brushing against me every now and then as my own shoulders rise and fall. A quick glance at the thick wrist at my stomach tells me exactly who is holding me like this - my current companion and superior, Dutch Schaefer.

I frown at this, my previous experiences with him having been far from affectionate, despite our decent friendship, his nature tending to lean more to the callous, rough side, rather than the sweet, caring side. The dynamics of our relationship are sparse, based mostly on the playful insults and sometimes rough messing about, the taller man having taken it upon himself to teach me how to behave more like my male compatriots and therefore fit in better with the others in the group, despite my constant reminding him that I don't need the help. The most physical contact we have is generally if he claps me on the back after a particularly successful mission, though he has always been incredibly protective of me, as if he needs to keep me safe, even though our profession means I'm almost never completely out of danger.

This new behaviour, however, is not entirely unwelcome, as a slightly unfortunate side effect of our friendship has led to me developing a crush on him, which now borders on having feelings for him. Many times, I've dreamt of having him wrap himself around me like this, but I never thought it would actually happen; I've always been certain that he would never have eyes for me.

Still uncertain, I try to relax again, enjoying the feeling of his muscular arms around me, the sensation of being held within that circle of personal space reassuring and comforting. His natural warmth radiates off of him, the musty smell that clouds him strong in my nostrils as I go to close my eyes again, choosing to try and get more sleep before we have to brave another long day of trudging through thick jungle, trying not to think too much about the full scale of this mission. Unconsciously, his grip around me tightens, and I'm pulled further into his embrace, my back now pressed firmly against his chest, his legs resting just below mine. A blush rises to my cheeks as I realise exactly what position my ass is now in, and just exactly how this has affected the hardened veteran.

Low noises start to escape his throat as his hips suddenly jerk into mine, his bulge now very evident against my ass as he grinds himself into me, his breathing becoming heavier. Unexpected heat rushes to my core, but I ignore it, attempting to wriggle out of his hold so that he doesn't do anything he might regret, only for his hands to move and hold me tighter. They run up and down my body, each one going in different directions as his right hand comes to rest on my breast, and the other just over my crotch, his fingers brushing against the cloth over my core. Squeaking quietly, I feel my cheeks heat up, my hips fighting not to move into his hand, the sensation of his erection grinding against my ass starting to drive me over the edge.

Dutch's lips make contact with the back of my neck, the sleeping man mumbling something into my skin, a gasp escaping my lips as they move over the sensitive area, his hands closing down on my body. This time, I can't help the noise of pleasure that falls from my lips, my body jerking inadvertently into his grip as his fingers start to massage my core gently, the other hand squeezing my breast firmly. Behind me, the veteran tries to move closer to me, only for him to push me onto my front so that he is now laying half on-top of me, his weight on my back nearly crushing my smaller frame. In this new position, he has more leverage, and so moves his body much faster, his hips rocking much more erratically from the new stimulation. Desire pools at my core, my arms struggling to keep my body up as I fight to get out of this pleasurable embrace, knowing that he will hate himself if he finds out what he's doing now.

"...(Y/n)...so...good...ah...yes…" Grunts of pleasure leave Dutch, the words finally intelligible as a shot of disbelief goes through me; he's dreaming about me?

Swallowing tightly, I try to ignore the sudden surge of need that explodes in my stomach, biting back a moan as he kisses my neck properly, the hand at my crotch moving faster as his fingers probe closer to me, trying to find my sensitive spots. His deep voice resonates in my ears, his accent much stronger now as I whimper from the sound of it, always having wondered what it would be like when he got intimate.

"Ah…(Y/n)...more…" He groans into my neck, punctuating each word with a squeeze of my breast, his grip tight but still careful.

"Major, you...ah...need to wake up!" I force out from behind gritted teeth, squeezing my eyes shut as the heel of his hand presses into the spot right above my clit, a bolt of pleasure shooting through me, "Come on, please! You have to wake up!"

When nothing happens, I go to grab at his arms, pulling on them in the hopes of at least drawing them away from my body.

"Major! You have to stop!" I plead with him, writhing in his grip in an attempt to get away, the movements futile thanks to his ridiculously strong hold on me, "Come on, Dutch, please!"

"What...what's going...on?" He finally murmurs, voice husky, words slightly slurred from lack of orientation.

As usual, however, he is quick to wake properly, his body going tense as he realises what position we're in, his breath hitching sharply at the realisation. Swiftly, he moves his hands and climbs off of me, retreating to his own part of the cave we camped out in, expression guilt-stricken and worried.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, (Y/n), I had no idea! I apologise if I made you uncomfortable, i didn't mean to...It's just been a long while since…I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." The veteran rambles, before standing up and going outside, most likely to check whether any of our traps have been sprung or not, though it is also highly likely that he's trying to avoid an awkward conversation. As he walks, he adjusts himself, trying to avoid eye contact with me.

Sighing, I shake my head and go to get up, stretching out my sore muscles as I ignore the aching need still coursing through my body.

Part of me had hoped he'd finish the job.

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More TLB Fanfic Recs

Here is a list of male focused fanfic recommendations for The Lost Boys. A majority of these are David/Michael. None of these have OCs or are x reader. All of these mentioned below are stories I have enjoyed and thought others might as well, BUT be warned that most are NSFW/explicit. Read all the tags the authors have made once you click on the story. I will update this once I find more. Hopefully with some other pairings like Parko.

You can find the 1st recommendation list here (Where you can read OFC x CC lists of TLB fanfics)

1) Walk Unafraid by skybound2 (( Complete | Rated: Explicit | 13 chapters | 62,866 word count )) The head of Santa Carla’s gang of vampires has been killed by a fence post to the heart. It should be over. It should. Except that it isn’t. Not really. Not for Michael. ( David/Michael )

2) Never Tear us Apart by Kagemirai & Ranranbolly (( Complete | Rated: Explicit | 6 chapters | 30,091 word count )) Before the hotel sunk into the earth, when the lost boys were human, they had one more member of their gang. They never thought they'd be reunited with their fifth brother that died so long ago. Then the Emersons came to Santa Carla, and everything changed. ( David/Michael )

3) You can watch me corrode like a beast in repose by partiallyobscure (( Complete | Rated: Explicit | 16 chapters | 91,213 word count )) Michael feared he'd proved David right by being the killer he'd told him he was. Luckily, David was wrong. But how the hell are you supposed to hide a wounded vampire sleeping in your bed from your family and, worse, vampire hunters? ( Michael/David )

4) In Your Veins by Kagemirai & Ranranbolly (( Part ONE | Rated: Explicit | 8 chapters | 18,079 word count )) David wakes up after his battle with Michael and decides to try again. This time it won't be Max's blood he forces on his reluctant companion, but David's own. ( David/Michael )

5) Letting Go by Kagemirai & Ranranbolly (( Part TWO | Rated: Explicit | 28 chapters | 50,887 word count )) Set a year after 'In Your Veins', Michael has partially adjusted to his new life with Marko and David. But he still can't let go of Star, even when he needs to. As for Marko and David, they finally figure out a way to bring Dwayne and Paul back. ( David/Michael )

6) Possession by Kagemirai & Ranranbolly (( Part THREE | Rated: Explicit | 31 chapters | 63,877 word count )) Immediately following the events of 'Letting Go'. Just when Sam thinks maybe things are going back to normal, he's got Star's ghost haunting him. Meanwhile, Edgar and Alan have their own issues to deal with now that they think Edgar may be changing into a bloodsucker. And the Lost Boys? Yeah. They're still absolutely insane. ( David/Michael )

7) Riders in the Sky by Kagemirai & Ranranbolly (( Complete | Rated: Explicit | 10 chapters | 47,654 word count )) Twenty years before the Emersons came to Santa Carla, the Lost Boys staked their master, Max. The city has changed a lot since the bad old days, and with less vampires around there's plenty more entertainment on the boardwalk. Michael is more than just a meal, and Sam's got some weird friends convinced Santa Carla is run by aliens. Nothing is ever going to be normal here. ( David/Michael )

8) Falling by GermsBurn (( Complete | Rated: Explicit | 3 chapters | 17,448 word count )) David is, finally, at peace; Michael realizes what he, briefly, had. He had wanted to know: what would it feel like to just let go? There had been a thrill in unclenching his fists, letting the metal slip from his fingers. It had been so easy, almost like not making a decision at all." ( David/Michael & Paul/Marko )

9) you're just a cannibal, and i'm afraid i won't get out alive by nicotinedaydream (( Complete | Rated: Explicit | 16 chapters | 34,709 word count )) Max, David, and his boys are dead. The nightmare is over for the Emersons. Or is it? ( David/Michael )

10) In Another Life by Jakkiisukaru (( In progress | Rated: Mature )) David was once human. You cannot be immortal without once being mortal, right? Yet with mortality comes fragile little things. Of loved ones and cherished memories, but time is unforgiving. It will swallow such simpler moments into fragmented images, burying it deep down inside to be forgotten. Or can it? Can David truly put his past behind when a familiar face greets him once again? AU where Max is not the head honcho and Star and Laddie are not present. Causing the plot of the movie to unravel in a completely different direction because of it. Sill, is Michael really meant to be a killer? (Mainly David/Michael with a side serving of Paul/Marko & hints to past tense David/Dwayne)

More Sam and Frog Brothers centric stories

10) Half and Half by Kagemirai & Ranranbolly (( part ONE | Rated: Mature | 8 chapters | 31,772 word count )) Years after the Lost Boys were supposedly no more, Sam finds himself stuck with a little problem thanks to a little fiasco with Alan Frog. Namely, he's going to have to go on a liquid diet pretty soon if he doesn't get some help. He flips a coin, and decides to go to his brother, first. After all, that's what family's for. Michael's got problems of his own, though. Don't they always? (Still has some David/Michael )

11) End of the Night by Kagemirai & Ranranbolly (( part TWO | Rated: Mature | 7 chapters | 23,743 word count )) Following the events of 'Half and Half', Sam isn't so lucky this time after his second run-in with the head vampire. So what else can David and the boys do? Santa Carla won't stay the Murder Capital much longer if they don't find Sam soon. (Still has some David/Michael )

#the lost boys #the lost boys fanfiction #the lost boys fanfic recommendation #David/Michael #male focused TLB fanfic

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[18+] What a Woman! | Ronald Knox/reader

Contains: smut, milf undertones, office s*x, blowjobs, eating out, “female friendly”, tougue f-ing

"And then I said, 'sorry sweet, you're just gonna have to wait a bit longer!" The women sweeper with orange and black hair bragged with all the other male reapers as they awed in fascination.

"Knox," A droning and stern voice was heard as a slight chill was felt across the room. His looks contained of simple things such as jet black hair, neatly combed to the right. "Yes, sir!" The same oranged haired young man stood up from the table swiftly with a slight grin. "Have you finished that paperwork about the upcoming soul collection this week?" The supervisor asked as he straighten his rectangled spectacles. "Uh, not yet." He replied, chuckled nervously. "Well, get it done today or I'll place you in a room with another reaper where you will have no break privileges." His supervisor ordered and left, giving the laid back reaper, Ronald Knox nothing to say other then 'yes, sir...'

"Are you sure I'm not a bother to you, Miss (Name)?" A worrisome tone brought up by a brown haired reaper, twiching his glasses a bit. "Of course not, Alan. What kind of grim reaper would I be if I never help out a colleague in need." She replied, giving a smile of determination.

"Right, right." The reaper named Alan muttered.

"See! Finished in no time." She chimed. "And that paperwork would've taken you hours and hours of overtime." She added. "It truly is nice of you to help me out in such short notice, (Name)." Alan smiled faintly. "Maybe I could treat you for lunch?" He inquired politely. "Oh no, I think I'm fine for now." She declined. "Well if you need anything, reach me." Alan said by the doorway, holding a stack of finished papers. "Will do!" She shouted as he left.

The women closed her hands together, feeling a little proud that she helped someone. Then again, she can't help it. Mainly due to the fact that everyone keeps to themselves and so reserved that maybe some rookies are afraid of asking for a little help once in awhile.

But this was no mystery to her. She took the test, she saw how the higher-ranked said to the new recruits everytime. Saying how it wasn't going to be easy and you can't be too sure about these demons running around, hidden in the shadows. Pretty scary.

Being one of the most influential people in the Grim Reaper Association, She was known to be a well-respected veteran around the English branch. Some praised her for how much she was so passionate about her job and for how she always gave new recruits advice.

As she got older, people viewed her as a mother figure because of how supportive she was when it came to everyone.

A few hours rolled in and almost done with her paperwork! This was just a good day for you, huh?

"Finally, take that Mr. Spears! I can get my paperwork done with five minutes left to spare!" She said in her empty office. Great, you're talking to yourself..Hopefully no one heard me...

You peaked out of your window with the blinds, seeing most of your colleagues leaving one by one. You smiled, and started to pack up your things with no hesitation, gleefully and swiftly. Putting your bag over your shoulder, your heels turned around until you stopped by the doorway.

"Miss (L/n), I'd like a word with you." Great, you heard that droning, yet sophisticated voice anywhere. "Yes, Mr. Spears?" You rasied your eyebrows curiously. "I'm afraid your going to have to stay here for overtime."

"What?" You blankly asked. Before you could asked even more, a young reaper with an orange cowlick and dyed black hair walked behind him a little tirelessly, as if he didn't want to be there.

"This here, is Ronald Knox, Knox this (Y/n) (L/n), she's one of our best females in the British Branch. I'm sure you know of her." He introduced us.

"Not at all, old man Spears. But I'm sure I'll do my best." His tiresome look went away in a flash. Shaking your hand as he playfully winked at his comment.

Meanwhile as this Ronald shaked your hand, you could've sworn he smirked a little. Did William even notice or does he not care anymore? Especially since it's the last day of the week.

Your eyes rasied a little in confusion by this. "Is there something I'm missing here?" You asked your supervisor. "My apologies but Ronald has incomplete work and needs some type of supervision. Especially one that has a good track record. Which is why I ask of you (Y/n), to let Ronald stay in your office until he has finished his work."

"Do I have a choice?" You said. "No, unless you want a more paperwork flooding your way soon." He droned.

"Don't fail me now, miss (Y/n)." He left, leaving only you and Ronald.

Only a couple of minutes have passed since you've seen Ronald do anything. Of course, you just used your computer in the office to pass the time.

"Hey, (Y/n) isn't it? Uh, how is it that someone as beautiful as you isn't with anyone yet?" He charmed across the room. "Aren't you supposed to be working?" You commented.

"I'll get to that. Just that talking wouldn't hurt a little." He replied. The room became filled with silence. You sighed, I supposed having a bit of chat wouldn't hurt even a little..

"Fine, but only if its work-related." You articulated harshly at him. Ronald smirked a little. "Alright, when was the last time you took a break from work and settled down." He asked curiously. You blinked. "I said 'work-related'." You stated. "Taking a break IS work-related." He responded back.

You pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance. "Is this why William put my hands on you?" You mumbled.

"Hey now, I'm just as confused as you are, love." Ronald said in defense. "Like, how could my mind just brush the fact that I haven't heard of such a beautiful lady like yourself!" He exclaimed proudly. You just rolled your eyes. Although the compliments were shamelessly getting to you, just a little...ok maybe alot.

"Say, how 'bout a little help? You are my supervisor for tonight after all." He effused. You breathed from your nose, stood from your chair and walked to the orange haired charmer.

You bent down a little. "What do you need help with?" You shamelessly asked.

Ronald didn't think that would actually work. He expected you to scold him and tell him to leave you alone.

But now he was mere inches from your body, and dare his dirty mind peak at your chest pushing up a little whenever you exhaled.

And the perfume you were wearing was no help either, it was basically a walking cloud following you.

"Ronald?" His face lit up a little, unaware of what time had past. "Oh sorry, love. Your scent distracted me a little, what smell is that anyway?" He chuckled lighty. "Erm, vanilla." You cleared your throat a little with all this closeness. "Man, that is one scent I wouldn't mind waking up to everyday!" He exclaimed. "Wouldn't hurt being around often."

"What exactly are you hinting at?" You questioned. "I'm just saying that since we've met and all, it wouldn't hurt hanging around you more then supervising."

"Please, I know what you're intentions are, Ronald. I'm aware of your past "nights" with the ladies around here." You huffed.

"Come on, you're not jealous are you?" He playfully winked. "What? Why would I be jealous, I'm just saying that your tricks don't work on me." You replied harshy.

"Then prove it."

"What?"

"Kiss me." He said. "How will that prove anything?" You protested. "Prove that my tricks won't swoon you from one kiss." He explained simply.

"I can't believe I'm hearing this." You said in disbelief, turning your head away from the young reaper. "If you kiss me, I'll go back to finishing my paperwork in time." He added. You shot your head up a little, you looked at your watch, it appeared that almost 40 minutes have been wasted from you and Ronald talking.

"Go on." You demanded, obviously curious as to what else he had to say.

"And if my tricks work on you, you'll have no choice but to join me for lunch and after work for a month." He smirked.

"And if it doesn't?" You responded. "Then, I'll go back to working and I won't bother you again." He gulped.

This was one unbreakable deal. Although in the back of your mind, you feel as though you might swoon over to what he holds in his sleeves.

You sighed effortlessly. "Alright, but you better get right on your paperwork." You stated. "In a heartbeat." He replied quickly, he almost look like a boy excited for his mother's homemade cooking. You couldn't help but smirk at the thought of how Ronald was happy in this moment.

"Say, what's with the smile there, Miss (Y/n)." He asked curiously. You laughed a little. "Oh nothing, just looking at the way you're so excited right now."

"Can't help it, I've never been with experienced woman before." He admitted happily. "Experienced, huh?" You smirked. "Yes ma'am!"

You went back to Ronald's desk, leaned over and pushed your lips on his soft ones. As both of your lips touched, both each pushed together, fighting which one was going to dominate. Your cheeks were getting a bit warm from all this steam going on between your lips. You both broke apart. Breathing heavily for more air. Ronald couldn't take it! The sight of you right now was just too much to handle in his little mind.

He didn't know what to think right now. His body was taking over, next thing he knew, his arm reached out and glided his hand up and down your leg to thigh, almost reaching underneath your pencil skirt.

You were so hot and bothered that even you couldn't think straight! Just feeling his touch on you made your body give a little tingling sensation.

You slapped his hand away, Ronald opened his eyes a little in surprised at your sudden action. You pushed his shoulders back, and made your way to sit on his lap. Straddling his hips, arms giving you support, you pushed your lips on his again, his mouth opened a little and so you followed what he wanted.

Your tougue making traveling to his, now colliding together. Both his hands wondered, gliding your legs again, fully enjoying it.

You cupped his face, pushing more into the kiss. Ronald's hands wandered to your legs, and gave your bottom a good squeeze. You gasped a little, making Ronald smirk into the kiss.

You took a break from his lips and traveled towards his neck. Giving small pecks here and there, Ronald sat back and held your head as you gave small little marks. You couldn't help but obliged.

You pulled back, breathing heavily from all this work. Ronald just admired your features and body. He ran his hand up to your chest groping them a little. You just responded with your fingers gliding through his orange locks, faintly smiling at his curiosity.

Ronald took this as a chance to unbutton your silky dress shirt. Before he could get a chance to unbuttoned the forth button, you stopped his hand from going further, teasing him a little. "You're driving me mad, woman!" He cursed as you smirked seeing him flustered. "We'll get to that in a little while, but I want to do something a little more bold." You then kissed his chest from top to bottom, he knew what was coming for him, and he knew he was gonna enjoy every last part of it.

You got down on your knees and moved your hands up and down his thighs for a bit, he groned at your touch. You unzipped his pants, seeing his member twich a little. You bit your lip a little in anticipation.

You licked tip and his shaft a little. He grabbed your hair, pushing your head down in response. Bobbing your head up and down on his member, Ronald groned just feeling your mouth around him and wetness. He gasped, those lips were just wonders to him.

You left your mouth away from his member and licked your lips, staring into his eyes again. He was out of breath with words until, "That was amazing! Now I'm really glad you're supervising little ol' me." He grinned. You stood up and ran your fingers through his scalp.

"You can make it up to me by making me feel good."

You then felt your back press against the wooden desk, legs bended and spread apart. Ronald was just looking at the position you were in. He pushed your skirt out of the way, taking off those panties of yours now seeing your wet core.

He licked his fingers and rubbed his thumb at your core a little to see you squirm a little at his touch. Your mouth opened a little, while quiet moans escaped your lips. And let me tell you, those moans made him weak to his knees but of course he wasn't gonna show that.

"Fuck ~!"

You cursed. Ronald looked up at you, he wished that if only you saw yourself right now. Sexy, sweating, and touching yourself from time to time, truly a sight Ronald approved of. His face got closer to your heat, you felt his breath in your heat a little as you bit your lip, wondering what his tougue would feel inside you.

He lick the outside of your core, your breath hiched at the wetness of his tongue, lathering on the outside. "Ronald, stop teasing ~~!" You moaned.

All he did was smirk at you before going back down on you. More aroused at hearing you moan out his name.

Without warning, you grabbed a fistful of his orange locks, running your fingers through, tangled up. You pushed his mouth further into you. As he was smothered, his hands wandered around your body, giving your hips a squeeze.

A few curse words and quiet moans came out of your lips, as Ronald fucked you with his tougue. You getting even more wet by the second. "Fuck, Ronald! I-I think I'm gonna cum!" It was hard to even get a sentence out without moaning like crazy. Ronald just continued to plunge his tongue into your clit.

Your moaning was like ecstasy each second. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

You felt hot, your core felt like a wet cavern that exploded. Ronald broke away, now on your level. You sat up from the desk, and got Ronald by his loose tie. The kissing was just passionate and tender. Your slender fingers were getting tangled by his hair again. His hands wandered at your chest, he broke the kiss and decided to give attention to your chest area. His mouth explored around your breasts. You favored him by bringing him more closer in, arms around his neck, your hands patting behind his head.

"Keep going, Ronald ~" You said as in encouragement. His licks going around your nipples. You sighed in pleasure as you kept petting behind his hair.

Your eyes met with his. He went back to your level to give you another passionate kiss. "Was that worth getting your work done?" You smirked. "If I get all my work done, can we possibly do that again sometime?"

"Fine, let's continue back at my place." You said

"Yes ma'am!"

#black butler x reader #ronald knox x reader #smut #kuroshitsuji x reader #ronald knox #william t spears #black butler/reader #hubbywritings

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More Superhero Comics, Revealing My Reactionary and Facile Engagement with Art as Little More Than the Accrual of Social Capital, Benefiting Nobody But Myself, 4/7/19

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Vol. 4: The Tempest #5 (of 6), Alan Moore, Kevin O’Neill, Ben Dimagmaliw, Todd Klein: This is an often very funny issue, set up like a pasted-together UK edition of old US pre-Code horror and crime comics, which, in addition to being funny, plumps up the page count as the plot moves maybe two or three tics forward in advance of the very-last-issue-of-LoEG-ever. The conservative in me wonders why we’re being this digressive in the penultimate number of the entire saga, but then -- at least since “The Black Dossier” -- this project has been more about positioning various strands of fiction and their accrued cultural baggage against one another than telling a propulsive adventure story. Anyway: the realm of Faerie, having easily survived an attempted nuclear strike on the collective imagination by a military-corporate black ops fiction squad comprised entirely of various revamps of James Bond, has brought in every character from every game, comic, cartoon, TV show, movie and book reality with everything for a HUGE apocalypse!

Scenes of bedlam involve: the life story of Victorian painter and murderer Richard Dadd; cameos by Stardust the Super Wizard and David Britton’s Lord Horror; the oeuvre of musician Warren Zevon, brought to terrifying life; a Corbenesque image of a nude muscleman’s massive dick flapping into battle in 3-D; Mick Anglo’s Captain Universe, presented by Moore in unmistakable evocation of his own Marvelman/Miracleman stories of decades ago; a ghost wearing the word CRIME on his head a la Charles Biro’s Mr. Crime, the greatest American comic book horror host; at least one figure from the annals of racist caricature firing powerful sound waves from his mouth; a monster named Demogorgon, the leviathan of Populism, which the heroes allegorically cross as a footbridge en route to a safehouse named the Character Ark; a page-long parody of Batman (via the forgotten UK superhero playboy character the Flash Avenger), describing his origin as motivated entirely by hatred of the poor; a text feature telling of UK comics artist Denis McLoughlin, who worked consistently since the end of WWII, never made enough money to retire, and spent decades as an elderly man drawing for survival on titles he hated, eventually taking his own life in his 80s; and the secret of what happened to all the British superhero characters after the midcentury, which is that they were all eaten by Capitalism, pretty much. I laughed a bunch, but if you think LoEG is tedious shit, this probably won’t turn you around.

Savage Dragon #242, Erik Larsen, Ferran Delgado, Nikos Koutsis, Mike Toris: The latest installment of the longest-running Image comic written and drawn by one of the Image founders, now deeply dove into problematic network tv drama stuff. The Dragon’s relationship with his partner Maxine is still strained in the wake of her sexual assault, a video of which the Dragon viewed in the police archives; meanwhile, the mother of one of the Dragon’s young children has been telling them all the truth about their parentage, further disrupting the peace of the household. Also, a formerly aggressive sex robot has joined the gang, dressed as an anime maid. And, the Dragon reluctantly teams up with the mid-’00s-vintage sexy heroine character Ant (which Larsen purchased from creator Mario Gully a few years ago) to foil a scheme by elderly elites to project themselves into the bodies of mythic gods in order to provoke the Rapture. Most interesting to me, however, is a bonus segment in which Larsen presents newly-lettered pages of his preliminary solo work on “Spawn” #266 (Oct. 2016), which would later be filled out by contributions from Todd McFarlane, colorist FCO Plascenscia, and letterer Tom Orzechowski.

As usual, I prefer the ‘unfinished’ version (top) to the official release product (bottom).

Superman Giant #9, Erika Rothberg, ed.

Batman Giant #9, Robin Wildman, ed.

These are two of those 100-page DC superhero packages they sell for five bucks exclusively at Walmart (for now; later this year they’re gonna have them in comic book stores too), which marry one new 12-page story per issue with three full-length reprint comic books from elsewhere in the 21st century. I just wanted to know what was inside them. Here is what I found:

-The new Batman comic is written by Brian Michael Bendis as a very conspicuously all-ages prospect, where the story is about nothing more than what it’s about, and the title character is presented as a serious-minded but inquisitive and compassionate man of adventure. This issue -- just in time for the remix of “Old Town Road” featuring Billy Ray Cyrus -- Batman and Green Lantern travel back to the Old West, trade in their superhero outfits for cowboy clothes, and meet up with Jonah Hex. Nick Derington draws the heroes smooth and squinting with Swanian sincerity, and Dave Stewart colors it all bright and sunny. This is not my thing at all, but it’s confident to the point of acting like almost a rebuke to the rest of the book, where literally everything else is chapter whatever of a nighttime doom ballad drawn by either Jim Lee or something trying very hard to look like him.

-Like:

I can spot the differences, sure - if nothing else, reading superhero comics trains you to spot differences in otherwise similar things. But, there is absolutely an aesthetic at work. The top page is from an issue of “Nightwing” that tied into the 2012 “Night of the Owls” crossover in the Batman titles, produced by a seven-person drawing and coloring team fronted by pencillers Eddy Barrows & Andres Guinaldo. The writer, Kyle Higgins, has Dick Grayson fight his semi-immortal great-grandfather, who is an assassin for the Court of Owls: one of the more popular recent Batman organizations of villainy, presented here as a fascist group mediating society’s function through murder from the gray space between social classes. The Graysons, therefore, are the Gray Sons, but Nightwing resists the pull of destiny by winning a big fight, slinging the villain over his shoulder, and walking away toward a better future of just beating the shit out of bad people instead of killing them, I think. The Batgirl story -- from 2011, written by Gail Simone -- is comparatively orthodox, finding the character gripped with uncertainty about the superhero life and going about some downtime character-building activities, though most of it’s a big fight with a villain with a tragic past. The penciller, Ardian Syaf, kind of has trouble blocking the action so that characters’ movements are clear; I think Syaf is best known for having his contract with Marvel terminated in 2017 for slipping what were widely interpreted as anti-Christian and antisemitic references to Indonesian politics into an X-Men comic.

-There is a whole lot of Jeph Loeb among the reprints. He is not a writer who has been in critical fashion for much the past two decades, but he has undoubtedly sold a lot of comics for DC, and they probably feel he can do it again. The Batman book is serializing (deep breath) “Hush”, a 2002-03 storyline notable for its extraordinarily easy-to-solve central mystery, and generally being a taped-together excuse for Jim Lee to draw as many popular Batman characters as possible across 12 issues; it sold like hot cakes. The highlight of chapter 9 is probably a bit where a three person fight ends in one panel, and then one of the characters leaves, and then a second character wakes up from unconsciousness and also leaves, and then the first character comes back and nurses the third (also unconscious) character back to health, and then Batman arrives, all in the transition between the aforementioned panel and the next, which takes place in the same room; such is the befuddling desire to race ahead to more spectacle. Jim Lee (with Scott Williams and Alex Sinclair) is indeed Jim Lee (et al.) throughout, though at one point the team drops a howler of a swordfighting panel where Batman’s blade appears to grows to JRPG length due to what I think is the colorist filling two whoosh lines with the same hue as the swords.

Meanwhile, the Superman book is serializing a 2004 storyline from “Superman/Batman” -- the series where Loeb has Superman describe the action on the page with his own Superman-branded captions, and Batman does the same with Bat-captions, and Superman says tomayto and Batman says tomahto -- in which the late Michael Turner, one of the rock star 2nd generation Image artists, illustrates a new introduction for Supergirl. But this isn’t quite the same comic that was originally published... can YOU spot the difference?

Is this like how Walmart won’t sell CDs that have an explicit content sticker, but with teen superhero g-strings? It’s hard to explain to younger readers how the low-rise/thong panties combo forever sealed the horniness of a generation of het male superhero artists into the late 1990s, and maybe DC doesn’t want to face that. Or, they’re just leery of how Turner slipping some peekaboo glimpse of Supergirl’s underpants or bare thighs into virtually every panel in which she is depicted below the waist might affect the marketability of the comic in 2019 - although I guess it could have happened in an earlier reprint somewhere too.

-The new Superman comic is a series of 12 splash pages depicting a race between Superman and the Flash. There is very little sense of speed, because Andy Kubert (inked by Sandra Hope, colored by Brad Anderson) draws the characters as frozen in time in a way that prioritizes muscular tension in the manner of contemporary superhero cover art; at one point the two characters part the sea with the force of their bodies, and it looks to me like they’re gesticulating in front of a theatrical backdrop. And, anyway, the story pulls back almost every other page to depict Batman standing on a ledge, or Lex Luthor in a sinister chair -- or some birds flying next to a building, or the Earth as viewed from space with streaks on it -- as the race occurs deep in the background or off to one side. The point is not excitement, but reflection, as imposed upon us by the between 13 and 21 narrative captions and/or dialogue balloons pasted atop all but the first page.

The writer is Tom King, whose “Mister Miracle” (with artist Mitch Gerads) gets a double-page advertisement later in the book, festooned with breathless blurbs from major media outlets. His narrator here is a little girl who is literally chained in captivity, clutching a Superman doll, and delivering her soliloquy in a manner of a superhero-themed TED talk with handclap repetitions on the nature of contradiction. Being faster than a speeding bullet is a CONTRADICTION. Being as strong as a locomotive is a CONTRADICTION. Leaping tall buildings in a single bound is a CONTRADICTION. Superman is about to lose the race, but then he wins, because to beat the Fastest Man Alive is... a contradiction. No wonder the GQ entertainment desk was blown away. DC comics do this kind of thing a lot, where they just have the writer tell you how great the characters are, and since you’re still reading superhero comics in the 21st century, you’re expected to pump your fists in recognition, because you and the writer and everyone at DC are just big ol’ fans... but I am not, because I am Jesus Christ, the only son of God.

-Elsewhere in the Superman book is an issue of “Green Lantern” from 2006, drawn by Ethan Van Sciver (inked with Prentis Rollins, colored by Moose Baumann), who is known today mostly as a conservative ‘personality’ online. He also netted more than half a million dollars last July in a crowdfunding campaign to make a 48-page comic book which he has not yet finished; funny to see an American right-winger on the French schedule. Funnier still to see the kind of people (mostly guys of a certain age) who mill around such personalities croaking about how diversity is ruining comics, because ALMOST EVERY FUCKING STORY IN BOTH OF THESE 100-PAGE BOOKS IS DRAWN BY EITHER SOME DUDE FROM THE 1990s OR SOMEBODY WORKING EXPLICITLY IN THAT STYLE, but - I guess when you’ve been pampered for so long, every paper cut feels like a ripped limb. Speaking of dismemberment, the writer here is Geoff Johns, who is often pegged as a superhero traditionalist, though he also has a grasp of gory pomp which occasionally pushes the comics he writes into a Venn diagram set with loud youth manga... at least in terms of how the action plays out, all broad and pained. So, needless to say, he’s currently writing “Doomsday Clock”, which is DC’s present attempt to extend the publication life of the valuable “Watchmen” property, so that they needn’t return it to the original creators, per the original writer, Alan Moore.

-To hear Alan Moore say it, the America’s Best Comics line was done on a work-for-hire basis as a means of ensuring prompt payment of the various creators from Jim Lee’s WildStorm, the original publisher. WildStorm was then acquired by DC (Jim Lee is now their co-publisher and chief creative officer), and Moore -- who has been (fairly) criticized in the past for taking ethical stances that cause financial harm to his artistic collaborators, who are in a less economically flexible position than writers in the comic book field -- allowed the line to continue under DC’s ownership, as to cancel everything would disadvantage everyone working on the titles. One of those titles, “Tom Strong”, was written by Moore and pencilled by Chris Sprouse for a while, and then there was a long line of guest creators, and then Moore and Sprouse came back when the ABC line wrapped, so that the concept could reach its logical termination point in an apocalyptic manner... Moore does love an apocalypse. The final story in the Superman book is a very recent, late 2018 issue of “The Terrifics”, in which we find an attempt to revive the DC-owned Tom Strong characters as players in broader DC stories. Jeff Lemire & José Luís are the primary creators. Jack Cole’s Plastic Man is there, as well as the John Ostrander/Tom Mandrake version of Mister Terrific. It’s a lot of offbeat characters; we even see Moore’s own parody of Hoppy the Marvel Bunny, because, I mean, Alan Moore does a lot of riffs on preexisting characters too, right? It’s a big blob of cartoon whimsy, filled with available characters running around. If they’re available, you might as well roll ‘em out, off the new releases rack and into a supermarket reprint package stacked in a box next to squeeze toys and discount Pokémon merchandise, which I bought, because it was really cheap.

-Jog

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Sparkles On The Water [.5] | Do Kyungsoo

[5] Lunar Myths Saga Story Two

genre: wolf!kyungsoo x mermaid!female reader (oc - wang inhui) (ft male oc - wang junhui)

chapter summary: (PART ONE) The events over the past day effects the whole pack, should Euina be allowed to know the truth? hat would happen if she’s not? Kyungsoo has always been more observant than others but then again, he’s always away... visiting you in his dreams.

words: 2055

SO HERE IS THE NEXT INSTALMENT AND IT”S A PART ONE. I decided a long time ago that I would have several stories intertwine into one big one - like a tv show (the reason why it’s called Season One) AND IT’S KYUNGSOO!! I hope it wasn’t too hard to understand, but i’m in one with this y/n (inhui) simply because she’s a mermaid and I love mermaids.

edit: this is a part one, I felt bad for not updating sooner because it was taking me forever to finish so... here? :)

Songs for the chapter? Young by Baekhyun and Loco, Sheep Relift by Yixing and Alan Walker and the entire Daft Punk discography :D edit: and Redbone by Childish Gambino. Also shoutout to the three 45 minute nail art videos I watched at 5am when I got it by inspiration and needed something in the background to sooth my aural mind.

tags; @marshmallow-phd @bri-ne @high-on-food @asslikegilinsky @chanyeolol aand @xingminded is the newest addition to the tag fam :D - let me know if you’d like to be tagged!! although I'm sure Tumblr hates me and never actually sends the motifs to anyone!

[ml] - bc it’s getting a lil confusing I decided to just link the master list | part 2

Hello

KYUNGSOO

It was a strange thing, having an actual child in the house – since Euina was a child and not a hyperactive wolf like Baekhyun or Chanyeol. It had been a few centuries since they themselves were children and, it wasn’t like they didn’t like children, the pack just weren’t particularly used to them anymore. The sisters, Sehun’s mate Yuna and her thirteen-year-old sister Euina, had been at the pack house for a total of four hours. Both girls asleep on one another on one of the couches in the pain room.

Kyungsoo had always been an early riser, even as a young boy he would be awake by eight in the morning at most and had been awake when the members who had gone out, came back. He hadn’t slept yet, but he noticed straight away that Sehun wasn’t with them – also that Baekhyun wasn’t wearing the sweatpants he had left in anymore – and simply assumed something bad had happened.

He was right, as per usual. Although none of them expected it to be another hour before they even heard the sound of a car coming up the driveway. Danbi, especially, had been biting at her nails in worry for their youngest member. When they came through the door, Sehun’s mate entering first – holding two bags of her back and something furry in her hands – while Sehun wandered in not long after her, Kyungsoo’s first thought was: who is he carrying?

And then, is that a cat?

Apparently, the sleeping child Sehun carried on his back was the sister of his mate, whom wouldn’t leave her alone overnight. Kyungsoo admired Yuna’s sense of loyalty, he had to admit, even if the young girl shouldn’t know of the existence of Were’s. Sehun had laid her down of a couch, her small frame unmoving apart from the steady rise and fall of her rhythmic breathing.

“So, you must be Yuna.” Was the first thing Kyungsoo had said to the newest mate. Yuna simply nodded, holding the steel-grey cat to her chest in what Kyungsoo assumed to be a calming tick for her nervousness.

“I don’t know you rules? Or whatever, about telling people about werewolves but we, I, haven’t told her anything yet.” Yuna spoke, before Sehun could open his mouth. “I don’t even know what I’d tell her.”

“Usually it’s only mates, for humans that is.” Junmyeon began, as Yuna took a seat next to her sister.

“Although there are always exceptions.” Sehun chipped in before any other word can be said. Kyungsoo assumed it was to reassure his mate, his wolf having spoken the words for him as a reflex. He watched as Sehun sat next to Yuna; as Euina curled herself into her sister’s side; as Yuna seemed to relax a little when Sehun’s hand landed on her knee. It was what he did. He observed, listened, understood. He had not yet experienced the full pull of the mate bond – for he and his mate had not officially met – but, he understood Sehun’s need to cut their ‘leader’ off.

Junmyeon, unfazed, pulled Danbi closer to his chest and nodded. “Danbi’s mother was an exception, we know that sometimes it’s necessary.” He smiled. “However, she did have to get approved through the voting, and we’ll have to wait until everyone is awake.”

“And when Yixing is back.” Kyungsoo added.

And so, Yuna decided that she would get some sleep, telling Sehun to wake her up later, when more people were awake. Kyungsoo decided to try and sleep as well, departing to his bedroom with a quiet “goodnight.” He faintly heard Junmyeon tell Sehun to sleep as well. That he was injured, and they would wake him up later.

His room wasn’t the biggest, but it also wasn’t the smallest. It was a part of the newest section of the house – one wall had been replaced with a wall of windows. Kyungsoo liked it, he could view the surrounding forest and when the sky was clear he could see the ocean. He had always liked the ocean, the water had always given him a sense of comfort – which had always confused him, given his affinity for earth. When they had moved to the coast line (almost 100 years ago) Kyungsoo designed this room specifically because it faced the ocean. He didn’t give the others a reason. When they had moved, the building they bought (that Junmyeon, Yifan and Minah bought) wasn’t nearly as big as it stood now, with only five bedrooms, a kitchen, two dining rooms and two parlour rooms. So, when they expanded, Kyungsoo and Luhan decided they’d take care of it. Luhan’s gift of telepathy helped the design of each different members room to fit their personalities quicker than it would have been if they asked them – everyone knows that Tao, Sehun and Baekhyun could talk for decades.

Additionally, when they moved Kyungsoo met his mate. Given he thought he was going delirious for a solid year, dreaming of mermaids – or one mermaid in particular. He had never tried to talk to her, or maybe he had and was always woken up, but when she finally turned to look at him – he knew. This mermaid was his mate and he found out during a dream. Only Luhan knows (so consequently so does Minseok and Sehun but they can keep a secret) of his ‘visits’ with her.

He fell asleep quicker than he thought.

He learnt very quickly why he saw you in his dreams. It was the first time the two of you talked. You said “hello”and so did he, and the next sentences were to acknowledge the other as mates and then, you told him one of the secrets of the merfolk.

“Mermaids don’t call them ‘mates’. We call them our ‘fated one’.” You smiled at him, a dimple appearing on your left cheek. In thisdream state you were sat on what looked like a giant jellyfish. Kyungsoo remembered you telling him that while you had control of these dreams, they were normally based on what your actual surroundings were. You told him that you fell asleep on a smack of moon jellies, small translucent and bioluminescent bells that could never sting you (a perk of being a mermaid) but didn’t want to overwhelm him the sheer amount of jellyfish you were around. You told him that Moon Jellies were your favourite, that you loved sleeping on them and that they let you because you were a great conversationalist. That made him smile.

You always made him smile.

“-and mermaids can always visit their fated one during shared dreams.” You explained. “It happens when we’re asleep at the same time. We’ll fall out of it when either of us wakes up.” Kyungsoo believed he could listen to you talk for a millennium and never get jaded.

He was surprised when he saw you, considering it was almost seven in the morning and the two of you usually met in the dreams during the middle of the night. You must not have risen with the change of tides like you normally do. When your form became more visible and Kyungsoo could see your beautiful smile his own face formed a smile too. However, when he took note of your tired eyes and how your smile wasn’t real his expression dropped. The two of you were surrounded by darkness, not having the energy to conjure up a visual.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Why are you only just sleeping now?” You asked him back. He noted that you had deflected his question.

“Something happened with the pack when I was about to head to bed. Junmyeon called at around four to say Sehun had been in an altercation. He wanted someone to be awake when they got back, just in case. I was already awake, so I just stayed up.” He explained. You nodded. The two of you fell into a short silence. Looking at you he could tell you were stressing over something. Your tail, long and shimmery fading from a teal blue to a teal green (with pale pink accents in your fins), wasn’t shining as bright as usual and the smaller blue scales that lined your neck were darker than usual.

“Are you okay?” He repeated his earlier question. In this dream state he was able to hold you, to feel you and soon you were in his arms. It was a weird sensation as he never felt like he was submerged in water, but he could quite clearly feel the thinness of your tail fins when they brushed against his legs. He could feel the juxtaposition between the coolness of your tail and the heat you radiated. He hadn’t asked yet, but he often wondered what sensations you felt when wrapped up around him.

You sighed. “Things have…” You paused, laying your head on his shoulder. “Things have become complicated.” There have been many times over the past hundred years where you have explained your situation to Kyungsoo. Your ambition and drive to be a good daughter, your loyalty towards your mother and father always contradicting your own personal wants to get away. You wanted to explore. You wanted to have your legs for more than one day during the Lunar Moon. You wanted to find him, to be with him and love him with your whole being. You told him how it was unheard of to have a fated one be one of the ‘landfolk’(as your father ever-so-lovingly told you) and how you were scared of leaving your family behind and not being accepted back in.

You shared your status as a part of one of the royal lines of your kingdom. How your parents would take over after the current king passed. You told him that while you had no siblings of your own, you thought of JunHui, your mother’s sister’s son, as one. Junhui wasn’t much younger than you and often shared your desire to leave for land.

“My desire to come to you, to land, is higher than ever.” You finally whispered. “My father has betrayed my mother, with her sister.” Your words were slow. “Junhui is my brother. By blood.

“Mother is livid, she and father have been yelling for a day now. Junhui is distraught, it took a few hours to calm him down enough for him to sleep. Our home has been ringing for hours on end – mothers’ affinity for sonar is truly something. She banished my aunt from the castle, told her she wasn’t to set ‘one inch of a fin within the outer boarders of the kelp that lines our plot’ or she’ll curse her. I don’t know how she’d curse her own sister. I’ve never seen my mother so mad.” You finished your small rant. “I’m scared.”

Kyungsoo pulled you closer, your head tucked underneath his. “Then come.” He whispered. Maybe he was being selfish and maybe what you needed to do was stay but, you were scared more than ever before, and it had been one hundred years. He was probably one of, if not the, most patient wolfs of the pack but even his patience could wear thin.

“It’s been on my mind since the news came out. I don’t want to be here anymore.” You mumbled against his collar. “But I can’t leave Junhui, especially not now.”

“Then bring him as well.” Kyungsoo didn’t like how quickly his words spilled from his lips but, he couldn’t come to regret saying them. You pulled away from him slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. A bet of silence surrounded you. You nodded.

“Tell me where on Earth you are. I’ll find you in no time.”

A flare of hope raised in his chest as he told you. Even down to the geological co-ordinates he had memorised for this specific reason. He saw your eyes widen in surprise, mouth drop open to reply but, he was torn away from the dream as he was shaken awake. When he opened his eyes, the face of Jongin stood above him.

“Junmyeon-hyung sent me to wake you.” The younger boy smiled in apology, seeing the glare Kyungsoo had sent his awakener. He wouldn’t know that you were shocked as to how close the two of you really were.

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Faith | 2

Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4]

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Word Count: 3,569

Genre & Warnings: Fluff & Smut....and ANGST. I’M SORRY.

Notes: This chapter seems a bit fragmented because it takes place over the period of a year. I wanted to show how good and cute they were together.

“Where are your pants?”

You glance up from your movie to see Namjoon had let himself in again. This was slowly becoming the norm over the past month that you’d been seeing each other, and you found that it didn’t bother you in the slightest. In fact, you were pretty sure it gave you those warm, tingly, butterfly feelings everyone always went on about.

“I’m sorry, sir, but in this household, we follow a no pants rule. The only exception is pajamas or if we have to wear pants to leave the apartment.” You pat the empty seat next to you on the couch and watch as he kicks off his shoes and pants before dropping into it, obviously exhausted.

Another habit he’d developed over the past month was practically living in your apartment. He still went back to his place from time to time, mostly to get more clothes. However, he always came back here, and it was always the first place he’d go after work. You were already living like an old married couple, and you hadn’t even started calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend yet.

“Hard day?” You lean in and peck the back of his neck as you massage his shoulders. He moans loud and dramatically, leaning into your touch.

“Yeah. Construction is no joke.” He mumbles, looking down at his hands.

Following his gaze, you see several blisters and chipped nails. You jump up and run to the bathroom, coming back with a bottle of aloe vera gel. Grabbing his large hand, you begin to slowly massage the gel in, taking care around the blisters. Namjoon sighed and leaned into the back of the couch with a small smile.

“You’re too good to me, baby.” He whispers softly, and you smile up at him, shrugging.

“It’s the least I can do. Maybe someday, when you’re a rich and famous rapper, you’ll think of me whenever you get some fancy Swiss Masseuse.”

“Baby, when I’m a rich and famous rapper, we’ll be getting those fancy ass couple massages with the rocks.”

You can’t help but internally squeal every time he says “We.” He uses it so often, especially when he’s talking about the future, and you wonder if he even realizes how it sounds.

You were about to respond when you were interrupted by a tiny bark.

Namjoon shot up and looked around, before looking at you in confusion.

“What was that?”

You grin sheepishly, before going over to the box that was next to your television. Pulling out the gray pitbull puppy, you use his little paw to wave at Namjoon.

“Hello, large human. I am still unnamed male puppy. Pleased to meet you.”

“Why do we have a dog? We didn’t have a dog before I left.”

“Yeah, well, get with the times. Things change. Ugh, you’re just another old guy who doesn’t wanna accept that the world is changing.”

“1, You’re older than me. 2, You still haven’t told me why we now have a dog.”

“You know Mike, the homeless guy that I always give my cans to? When he came to pick them up today, he had this little guy with him. He thought I might be able to take him in. Apparently, he was in a trash can. Like, a really big one. Meaning someone tried to literally throw him away.”

“Holy shit, that’s fucked up! Gimme.” Namjoon reaches his arms out for the wriggling puppy, placing him on his chest as he leans back.

“What’s up little guy? I’m your Dad.”

“You’re his what?”

“What? Did you think I’d let you be a single parent?” He answers without even looking at you, petting the dog behind the ears.

You scoff at him. He really was adorable.

“We have to give him a badass name, babe. Like, Tupac, or Nas.”

“Does it have to be a rapper?” You whine, knowing that you’ll end up giving in anyway. Anything to see the dimples.

“It doesn’t have to, but there are some cool names there. What about Snoop? You like Snoopy, I like Snoop Dogg.”

You smile and kiss his forehead, dodging the puppy’s tongue coming after your face.

“It’s perfect.”

It was your two month anniversary. You were all set to surprise Namjoon with a nice romantic dinner tonight, maybe have some wild and crazy sex, and just have a wonderful day. Only, now you were walking home, dejected because you’d just lost your job.

You’d been working as a waitress at a little restaurant for almost three years. They’d been promising you more hours for months, only to finally tell you today that they just weren’t making enough to have as many employees as they did. So, you were let go, along with three other people.

You were so worried about what you were going to do. You didn’t have any savings because that was damn near impossible to do when you live paycheck to paycheck. Unless you found another job in the next two days, you weren’t going to have enough to pay rent, let alone feed yourself or Snoop.

As you walk up to your apartment door, you can hear Snoop on the other side of it, sniffing and scratching at the door in his excitement to see you. You hoped Namjoon would be willing to take him for a bit if you had to leave your apartment.

You open your door and Snoop starts jumping around you in excitement. The smells of Chinese food surround you, rap blaring from the kitchen as Namjoon is putting the contents of the containers onto plates. There was even a big bouquet of flowers sitting on the table. He looks up, smiling widely at you, and you melt a little. This was just so...domestic.

“Hey there, Baby Girl. I had THE BEST show today. We sold out every ticket to get in the club. To see ME! I’m going to perform again next weekend, so make sure you get some time off. I want you to come see me so you can be proud of your man.” He’s talking so fast and he’s so excited. You really don’t want to ruin his mood, but his talk of taking time off reminds you of your dilemma. You watch as Namjoon notices your tears and his smile dims, making you feel guilty. He rushes over and grabs your cheeks between his large hands.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Did you not want me to let myself in when you’re gone? I’m sorry. I just wanted to surprise you.” He looks so worried and embarrassed, you feel bad for freaking him out.

“No, it’s fine. I just had a hard day, and this was a nice sight to come home to.”

“What happened?” He asked softly, picking you up and settling you into his lap as he sits on the couch. You lean in with a sigh, tucking your head under his chin.

“They let me go. Now I’m going to have to...I don’t even know. I need to find another job as quickly as possible or I won’t be able to pay rent. I might end up having to have you keep Snoop with you for a while, while I figure something out. It’s times like these I wish I had decent parents. Although, Alan might let me crash with him for a little while.”

Namjoon starts twirling a finger into your hair, playing with a curl.

“OR, I could officially move in and pay the rent myself until you find something.”

You lift your head to look at him, confused.

“What? Joonie, I wasn’t asking for money. I don’t need you to do that.”

“You don’t want me to be here?” His hurt tone had you rolling your eyes.

“Namjoon, I was going to ask you to move in with me today, after a nice romantic dinner and all that jazz. But, now it would basically be you moving in to support me, and I’m not comfortable with making you do that.”

“You’re not “Making” me do anything. I offered...no...I told you, I’m moving in. You already said you were planning on asking me anyway. I’m here all the time, use your water, eat your food. It’s about time I pay you back. Besides, what kind of a Father would I be to take Snoop away from his Mother? Not to mention, I’d have the added benefit of having 24/7 access to your body.” He wraps his arms around your stomach, kissing the side of your neck.

“Woman, do you not understand that your happiness is my number one priority? Damn, I know it’s only been two months, but I love you.” The blush on his face contrasted so cutely with the forceful way he declared it.

You sigh, leaning back into him.

“I love you too, Namjoon.”

“Who the fuck puts peanut butter in the fridge?” You mumble to yourself, pulling out the container you were looking for and slamming it on the counter. Now you’d have to wait for the peanut butter to soften up before you could make a sandwich. And you were so fucking hungry. You’d come home from your new job at the grocery store, tired and starving since you’d not had your lunch. All you wanted to do was have a damn sandwich and go to sleep.

You and Namjoon had been living together now for five months. While most of the time it was great, since he was sweet and thoughtful, there were moments where you wanted to choke the life out of him. Like when he snored so loud he’d wake you from a deep sleep. Or how he NEVER changed the toilet roll. OR PUT PEANUT BUTTER IN THE FRIDGE.

Grabbing the offending item, you stomp into your bedroom, where a corner had been changed into a little work area for his music. Two pairs of eyes look over at you as you stop in front of them.

“Uh oh, sis is on a rampage.” Your brother Alan play whispered to Namjoon, the latter looking more worried. Ever since Alan had come over and discovered that you were dating the local rap legend, he’d been hard to kick out. Now he was constantly here, making music with Namjoon.

“You shut up twerp. And YOU. Properly raised individuals do not put peanut butter in the fridge. I happen to know you were a properly raised individual because I adore your Mother. Do it again and die.” You’re shaking the container in front of Namjoon’s face, while Alan is howling with laughter, falling to the floor.

“I can see who wears the pants in THIS relationship. Oh, wait, no pants rule.”

Namjoon gathers you up, peppering kisses all over your face.

“I’m sorry, baby. I made a sandwich and put it in there without thinking. Forgive me? I love you!”

He even makes apologizing adorable. How does he expect you to stay mad?

“It’s fine. I’m just hungry and now I have to wait for it to get soft.” You mumble, trying to act like you’re still pissed so you don’t look ridiculous for giving in too easy.

He nuzzles his nose in your hair, acting cute.

“You want me to get you something? How about Pho? You love Pho.”

“I do love Pho.” You murmur in a cutesy tone.

“OK, Imma go get my baby some Pho. You stay here and get comfy and look pretty.” He smooches your cheek, before throwing on his jeans and leaving the apartment.

“You guys are disgusting.” Alan huffs, and you throw the container of peanut butter at him.

You stare at the lines on the little stick in your hand. You guys had always been so careful, but apparently not careful enough. You had just taken five of these stupid stick tests, all of them coming up positive. You were pregnant.

You look up as you hear Snoop yapping and noises coming from outside the bathroom. Namjoon, now your boyfriend for one whole year, had just come home.

“BABY! I have some amazing news! Where are you?” Namjoon’s deep voice boomed as he made his way down the hallway.

You quickly put all the sticks in your tampon box, knowing he’ll never look in there. You splash your face with water, trying to calm down before throwing open the bathroom door. Namjoon is on the edge of the bed, changing his clothes and he gives you the biggest smile you’d ever seen on him yet. You swear you’d never seen his dimples look that deep before.

“Y/N, love of my life, my shining star. I have the best news in the whole world. You remember how packed it was at my show last week? Well, apparently there were talent scouts there. From a big ass label! Like, I can’t go into details yet, they said, but one of their rappers rhymes with Rake, ya feel me? And they want ME!! They want us to move to New York and they are going to sign me! Baby, we made it!” Namjoon is literally glowing, and you can’t bring yourself to mention the tests.

“Congratulations, my Joonie. I’ve always had faith in you. I told you that you’d be famous as hell one day.” You force a giggle, not wanting him to catch on that anything was wrong. And truly, you WERE happy for him. No one else in the world deserved this more.

“Let’s celebrate, Joonie. I’ll take you out for steaks!” You declare, shoving yourself into some jeans and dragging him out.

You watch him over dinner, excitedly talking about his plans for the future (with a full mouth), and you slowly start to realize...you could never tell him. This was his chance. With his level of talent, you were sure he would be at the top in no time. You were going to have to set him free so he could do achieve his dreams, without worrying about you or what was soon to come.

When you get home, you climb onto Namjoon’s lap as he lounged on the bed.

“Namjoon? I need you to make love to me.”

I’m going to need to savor this for God knows how long.

“Happy to oblige, miss.” He jokes, pulling you in for a soft, slow kiss.

You try to memorize every movement he makes with his plush lips. The angle of his head, how he teases the seam of your lips with his tongue to ask for entrance, the way sucks your bottom lip before he pulls away to smirk at you. He moves down to your neck, kissing and sucking on the spot that sports a hickey 90% of the time because he loved it. You silently wondered if it would be too cheesy and weird if you took a picture of it later. Your last love bite.

Namjoon pulls off your shirt and expertly unhooks your bra (Heh), throwing both off the side of the bed. He cups your breasts with his huge hands, gently rubbing your nipples with his thumbs.

“Babe, have your boobs gotten bigger? They feel heavier, and like, the nipples look darker.” He’s staring intently at your breasts and you scramble to think of an answer. You should have thought about the fact that Namjoon knew your body so well by now.

“Uh, maybe a little? I’ve been doing lots of chest exercises lately. That might be it. Or it could almost be time for my period.”

You wished.

He shrugged and leaned over to suck your nipple into his mouth, laving it slowly with his tongue. You sigh and lean your head down to kiss the top of his head, smelling the scent of his citrus shampoo. He works his way down, stroking at your core and finding it already dripping wet. He maneuvers you to lay down and climbs over you. Just as he’s about to enter you, you decided that you want to top, so you push him down and hover over his hard cock.

You look at his face while he’s watching you. Even after doing this countless times over the past year, he still looks at you like he’s amazed every time. His eyes are blown out and hazy with lust and adoration. He looks down as you hover above him, and his eyes follow when you drip all over his cock.

“Fuck, baby, that is so hot. Ride me, yeah?” He bucks up, trying to enter you, but you raise up even higher to avoid him.

“How much do you want me, Joonie? Ah, I am so wet I would just slide right on. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You tease, and you know you shouldn’t, considering how you were going to be breaking up with him in the morning. But you had to know. You had to have this memory of Namjoon wanting you so badly that he’d beg for it.

“Yes, I’d like that. God, I can feel how warm you are like that. Please, Y/N. Please, baby, just ride me. God, I want you so much. I’ll always want you.” He moaned, and you watched as more precum flowed from his tip. Knowing that he liked subbing too would have been useful information to know earlier, you mused.

Deciding that you’d teased him enough, you slide down his cock slowly, relishing the stretch even though he’d been in you so often. Balancing yourself with your hands on his chest, you ride him, staring into his eyes. You watch as his cheeks start to redden and his breathing hitches. He’s getting close, so you speed up your hips, sliding up and down at a brutal pace.

“Oh God, I’m going to cum Y/N. Fuck, yes Baby, like that.” He grabs your hips to help, making you go even faster. You can feel yourself getting closer. With a shout of your name, you feel Namjoon fill you up, bucking hard into you. You let yourself fall apart, cumming with him. You fall onto his chest, shaking and sobbing. You bury your face into his neck, and you were sure he felt the tears. He just pets your back in large circles, letting you calm down while his dick slowly softened enough to slide out.

“It felt that good, huh? Wow, we’re amazing.” He cooed, and you snorted into his neck, before giving it a small kiss, breathing in the scent of post sex, sweaty Namjoon. With a sigh, you slide off of him onto your side of the bed, and he cleans you off with one of the baby wipes that you keep in your nightstand. He tucks you into bed before sliding in himself, pulling you up against his sweaty chest. He falls asleep quickly, the snores that would usually make you want to suffocate him with a pillow suddenly sounding like a lullaby.

“You what?”

Namjoon is staring at you like you’ve lost your mind, and you almost think you have.

“I can’t go with you to New York. I think you should go by yourself. This is the most amazing opportunity for you, Joonie, and I wouldn’t want to mess it up for you. So you go, become the best, and I’ll be here waiting when the time is right.”

“So, wait, are you breaking up with me?” Namjoon’s face is so pale, and you’re so damn heartbroken that you want to vomit.

“Yes. I think it’s for the best.” You whisper, flinching when you hear Namjoon’s indrawn breath.

“You’re not even willing to TRY? I mean, we could even try long distance, if you’re really so set against moving there?” He pleads, hands out and you back away.

“No. I made up my mind. I love you so much, and I want you to have everything you’ve ever dreamed of. This is the best way. I have faith that when the time comes, we’ll come back to each other.” You try to contain the tears that you feel building in your eyes, and you avoid looking at him so he doesn’t see them.

“Y/N, you’re everything I dreamed of.” He whispers, and you sob, running towards the door. You pick up the bag you packed and Snoop’s leash.

“I’ll be staying at my brother’s until you leave. I...I love you Namjoon.”

You close the door behind you and let the tears fall as you hear the sounds of his roars and crashing behind it.

You’re laying on the hospital bed, sore but happy. You hold the bundle in your arms to your nose, smelling the oddly comforting baby smell. You click refresh on the laptop you were balancing on your thighs, happy to see the video that had finally loaded. It was the first music video of RM, the new rap talent the entire country was talking about. You click play, and watch with silent tears as the love of your life performs passionately about lost love, and you tilt the head of the baby to look at the screen.

“Look at that sweetie. That’s your Daddy. Isn’t he handsome?”

The nurse comes in with your paperwork, smiling at the two of you.

“Here you are, just gotta start getting these all filled out. Do we have a name for our little Princess yet?”

You smile down at the little face that already looked so much like her father.

“Her name is Faith.”

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Could we see a list of the requests you got? Would that be okay?

Yeah, of course! Better to do that to make sure people can resend if their asks get eaten. c:

I’m actually super excited because I’m loving all the diversity, there’s some characters here I haven’t actually formally written yet!!

Ciel and reader having a prank war – whoever wins has to do whatever the other wants and reader wants Ciel to be her butler

college AU – Agni is a foreign exchange student and reader is his tutor

super sweet drabble of William meeting his S/O in the hospital – fluffy, angsty, or suggestive (or all three knowing me lol)

reader and delinquent (but gone soft) Ronald

scenario – Agni confessing to his crush

scenario – Gregory’s S/O likes to talk a lot but Gregory doesn’t mind

scenario – Wolfram’s first kiss

spicy Grell (fem pronouns) x Reaper!Reader – long day at the office and Grell is in the mood to play

fem Reader taking care of Gregory after the Music Hall debacle and they end up confessing to each other – super fluffy

pre-P4 Gregory with an overbearing but goodhearted older sister who encourages him to make friends at a school he’s dreading to go to

scenario – Lau confessing to his crush

scenario – Reaper!Undertaker falls in love with a woman he has to reap

Charles Grey, Cheslock, and Edgar with a really shy S/O

drunk reader (fem pronouns) questions Grell’s (male pronouns) love for her because he’s always flirting with every handsome guy he sees

Ash finding out his S/O is an angel, asking why she didn’t tell him earlier – she reveals a broken wing; he helps her tend to it and pesters her about what happened, she tells him it was a demon whose face she didn’t see

Reader comforting Soma after Agni’s death

headcanons – Alois and Soma trying to prove that their weird S/O is an alien

headcanons – Cheslock having a crush and confessing to them

Vincent arranges a marriage between Diedrich and his sister (reader) – at first they don’t like each other but then they fall in love

Herman with a S/O who did something similar to what he did for similar reasons

Joker x Reader – him doing reader’s makeup before their first show; reader’s nervous about performing so he gives them a pep talk

interaction with Mey Rin in the first day of her service, she hasn’t shaken her dark side yet

scenario – Undertaker and his S/O on Halloween

Soma’s lover telling him they’re pregnant

scenario – Edgar falling in love with a girl of a lower social class (maybe a maid?)

headcanons – relationship of Snake and a very quiet fellow ex-circus performer/Phantomhive servant

reader cooking with Agni and him trying to teach her how to make Indian dishes

scenario – Gregory’s S/O is a demon and she’s confessing it to him

headcanons (and possibly pics) – selfies with Ciel, Gregory, Sebastian, and Snake

Ash meeting his human S/O who’s very pure and caring

scenario – Soma’s S/O tries to comfort him after Agni’s death

scenario – Soma and his S/O naming their first child after Agni

headcanons – fluffy relationship with Agni and Soma

scenario – Soma seeing his S/O wearing his clothes (fluffy)

reactions – Beast, Hannah, and Mey Rin telling their male S/O they’re pregnant

Agni not knowing what French kissing is and the reader having to “demonstrate”

audio – Sebastian finds out his S/O is ticklish and teases them about it

first kiss (fluffy or spicy) with Cheslock, Edward, and Snake

audio – Grell finding out their S/O got seriously injured

headcanons – Edgar with a S/O who likes poetry and romance

Agni just after arriving in England, going to the marketplace with S/O who shows him around

audio – Undertaker and his S/O having a romantic cuddly day and he shows his eyes for the first time

scenario – Cheslock finds out a rebellious girl disguised herself as a boy in his dorm

audio – Charles Grey being calm and affectionate

scenario – Undertaker taking a bath with his chubby!S/O

scenario – Sebastian comes back to the manor after a long investigation with Ciel, is greeted by a tight hug from his S/O who’s become thinner and paler because she couldn’t sleep or eat while he was gone due to being so worried about him

Undertaker caught cheating on his S/O

Undertaker being nervous on his wedding day

reader with Stockholm Syndrome towards Aleister after having been kidnapped

reactions – Bravat, Cheslock, and Gregory with a S/O who gets snarky when she’s nervous and uncomfortable

reader doing something reckless and Agni getting worried, scolding them for it, leads to quiet, heartfelt angst

scenario – Soma and his S/O taking a bath together

headcanons – Charles Grey, Edward, and Soma with a S/O from Norway

Arthur Conan Doyle and sister!reader who wants to be a writer like him and frequently asks him for advice

audio – Finny talking to his baby in the middle of the night

audio – Soma asking and trying to convince his S/O to travel back to India to live with him

Sieglinde meeting the reader – an actual witch – who becomes her big sister; hilarity ensues when reader’s magic and Sieglinde’s science clash

Ronald with a S/O who’s William’s daughter

Alan, Eric, Grell, Othello, William, and Undertaker with children

Cheslock, Clayton, Edgar, Edward, Gregory, Herman, Joanne, Lawrence, and Soma taking care of their babies

scenario – poly relationship with Diedrich and Vincent

audio – S/O waking Snake up in the middle of the night because there are snakes all over the bed

reaction – Alan, Eric, Grell, Othello, William, and Undertaker finding out they have a teenage daughter who’s a goofball and a menace

reaction – Snake with a hybrid S/O (possibly human-Wendigo hybrid)

reaction – Claude and Sebastian finding out they have a teenage daughter from a human woman

reader comforting Herman because he feels guilty about what happened with Derrick and the other prefects

Joker with a shapeshifter S/O who changes into other humans which is their circus act

scenario – William finds out his S/O has terminal cancer that she’s kept hidden for almost a year and by the time she tells him, she only has a few weeks to live

fluffy Finny audio

Bard, Finny, Mey Rin, Sebastian, and Snake telling their S/O that they love them

Undertaker having a bad day and reader comforting him

platonic reader and Sebastian fawning over cats

spicy Vincent

Undertaker – enemies to lovers

Agni and Soma with their children

reaction – Agni with a S/O who got separated from him when he was going to be executed, when they reunite years later S/O has had Agni’s child, they’ve both changed but still love each other and just have to deal with the changes, their child, and dangers in London

scenario – Undertaker’s S/O is walking home at night and gets attacked, Undertaker steps in to protect her

Sebastian and William accidentally making the reader cry

audio – William and a stressed/upset/anxious listener

audio – Ciel getting angry, yells at listener without meaning to and apologizes

Sieglinde and Lizzie becoming best friends

reaction – after becoming a Reaper, Sascha seeing their best friend attempting suicide

Bard x reader being reckless with fireworks on the 4th of July

scenario – Soma proposing to his female S/O and a bit of the wedding day

scenario – Mey Rin teaching her S/O how to shoot a gun

depressed reader witnesses Undertaker reaping someone, finds him beautiful and fascinating – meets him again and again, and he becomes a reason to live because they’ve fallen in love with him

headcanons – Bard as a single parent

Claude and a really stubborn S/O

modern AU – Agni isn’t a good fighter and gets cornered by xenophobic thugs, is saved by badass reader

modern AU – Agni was adopted by Soma’s family and goes on a journey to discover his heritage, ends up meeting the reader on the way who’s running away from her “pure blood” status

Agni survived the attack at the manor but has PTSD from it, one day has a bad panic attack and is comforted by reader

AU – Agni is a well-liked kindergarten teacher who’s married to the reader, a wealthy genius, and was ridiculed for not being “good enough” for her; he keeps it hidden until reader finds him crying one day and tries to get revenge on the culprits

modern college/university AU – Soma is Agni’s adopted brother/wingman and tries to push shy Agni to “just confess already!” to reader at a loud house party; reader ends up saving Agni from doing something embarrassing

Soma x reader – going sledding/sledging with Agni, Wolfram, and Sieglinde tagging along

funny (??) story with favorite OC (probably will be something with Nadya and Alois)

reaction – Sebastian’s S/O (not knowing he’s a demon) is REALLY excited for Halloween

comforting the reader after a death in the family – Sebastian and Undertaker

happy Knox family fluff w/ Ronnie still alive

any canon x OC story (this is like a blank check to me and y’all gonna regret it hAH)

Charles Grey noticing his crush at a ball and asking her to dance

headcanons – Edward, Finny, Snake, and Soma having a nightmare about losing their S/O

Agni and Soma with their new families visiting India again

Frances and child reader – reader looks up to her as a role model and wants to be like her in the future

Grell x depressed!reader – reader covers up their depression w/ sarcastic and self-deprecating comments

William x fem!Reaper!reader – reader had an abusive childhood before becoming a Reaper, she’s paranoid about other people and always defends herself w/ harsh remarks; William sometimes has to calm her down and reassure her that everyone’s not out to get her

Grell x reader – reader is a wallflower who hates big gatherings and social interaction

Alois, Ciel, Claude, Sebastian, and Undertaker’s favorite lingerie on their S/O

Agni w/ a badass S/O (and bonus tender moments)

headcanons – Sebastian discovers his S/O is an angel sent to protect Ciel’s soul

Grell x fem!Reaper!reader – reader hasn’t gotten sleep in ages b/c of overtime and paperwork

William and S/O having their first child

Sebastian having a love-hate relationship with his S/O

AU – Agni is selectively mute after a trauma and communicates w/ assisting devices and sign language; Soma drags him to a party where a famous singer falls for him, then helps him get access to better therapy so he can talk again; the singer is known to be cold and badass and them doing that is completely out of character

scenario – Soma’s S/O seeing him in his Funtom Five outfit for the first time

AU – Agni survives but the blood loss caused severe brain damage, leaving him aphasic and unable to perform a lot of basic daily functions, he has to be cared for by his S/O and needs assistance w/ simple things; one day has a frustrated breakdown after realizing he can’t hold a spoon steady and is comforted by S/O and Soma

modern AU – Agni is kidnapped and finds out that his lazy S/O is a feared ex Special Forces agent; they’re shorter than he is but can literally lift a car

AU with Agni being sensitive to spicy food while his S/O can eat it without a sweat; they try to convince him to do a spice challenge with them b/c they think his reactions are cute

Agni’s S/O recently passed away and he discovers she was a powerful sorceress b/c their daughter shows magical powers and the magical council comes to take her away to their world

scenario – Vincent and Diedrich encounter a sassy servant during a party and mistake her for a boy

Agni’s S/O became depressed after his death and saw his spirit who talked to her about missing her and Soma but promised to always protect them

Agni dealing w/ his one-year-old daughter who woke up her (tired, sleep-deprived, grumpy) mother – Agni has to keep both sides calm

vegetarian/vegan Agni trying to fool his hunter and carnivore S/O into eating fake meat and fails despite his cooking skill

Agni on a date w/ a S/O who’s the epitome of cold and calculating – at the end of the date, they sing to him in their beautiful voice a song about how he is like the sun

Agni has a kindergarten teacher

Agni being taken out by a S/O who’s wealthy and doesn’t know he grew up poor; he gets flustered and almost panics at being in such a high-end place, S/O eventually realizes, then apologizes and takes him to a more humble place

headcanons – poly ship w/ Beast and Joker

Agni w/ badass S/O

headcanons – relationship w/ Doll

Grell x Irene Diaz

Soma w/ badass S/O

Doll x reader – dancing

reader saves the circus members and nurses them back to health

Harathi and younger Agni

headcanons – Alois and Soma w/ their S/O who turns out to actually be an alien

modern AU – Harathi is alive and is one day visited by Agni’s S/O to ask for permission to marry Agni, bringing w/ them a sizable dowry; Agni is later proposed to w/ Harathi and Soma dancing happily in the background

Agni meets his betrothed, who he’s had a crush on since he saw her being badass and backflipping from a mango tree – he’s tall, awkward, flustered, while she’s small and chill

#answered #mod post #update #when/if I get more requests I'll add them here too to make sure stuff didn't get eaten!#Anonymous

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