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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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I always wonder how skz would react to an s/o with a LARGE SEX DRIVE SHSBDBS idk like guys r usually super horny but imagine if u were hornier than them HAHA

BRRRAH QUICK REACTION POST!

warnings: mostly dom!skz x gn!reader. impact play, nicknames, hickies, masturbation, exhibitionism, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, sex toys, daddy kink, riding, degradation, dumbification.

Bangchan:

The thing is not that he wouldn’t like it,,, more like he would be tired?

Sure,,, he has good stamina but he would more prefer longer sex sessions that are more intimate and romantic rather than a bunch of quickies.

but thats like... 95% of the time, the remaining 5% is dicking you down so hard you won’t be able to walk because “you asked for it, you dumb fuck”

BUT THATS RARE

you would really have to get him worked up in order for that to work

and even then he would only go for maybe 2 rounds

“c-chan... one more time~” you said after cumming for the third time that night. “y/n, arent you sleepy?” he says, chuckling. you shake your head, “just one more time!” you say all giddy to which bangchan sighed.

Minho:

ok now hear me out, im not gonna mix astrology in here,,, but i am going to mix astrology in here lmao

this boy a scorpio

a scorpio

meaning his intimate parts rule over his body (JUST SAYING TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT)

so he loves this. A LOT

any opportunity to be inside of you he’ll take

he’s hella horny and would like a s/o that matches that aura so HEY! fits perfectly (thats what she said)

show any sign of a sexual act and he wont hesitate to slam you against a table

legit as small as licking a lollipop

“stop that unless you want my dick in your throat” he says, not even looking up from his phone as the sounds of you sucking a lollipop fills the room. you don’t stop, no, you go even harder. he looks up from his phone. “is that a yes?”

Changbin:

ahh... binnie binnie is head over heals for this

he finds it extremely hot that you initiate the sex most of the time

it shows that you really want him

and he likes attention and feeling appreciated so this works

also has kind of a firey attitude

meaning that he gets worked up real quick

just like minho it doesnt take much for him to notice your sexual signs

“binnie~ i need you” you whisper in his ear as he’s working on something on his computer. you drag your lips across his neck and nibble on his ear before he turns around and glares at you with dark eyes. “princess/prince wanna play that game huh?”

Hyunjin:

shy to initiate so this makes it easier for him

his stamina is relativly high

but i feel like there would be kiiind of a gap between the two of you since he’d be completely exhausted after a couple of rounds but you beg for more.

leaving him with no other choice but to give it to you

since he loves you too much to say no ><

i feel like he’d make fun of you for it

LMAO I DONT KNOW WHY BUT JUST HE’D FIND IT FUNNY THAT YOU’RE ALWAYS SO DESPERATE

“hyunjin,, please!” you says in the nicest tone you could muster but only being mocked by hyunjin copying you in an annoying voice

“HyUnJiiinNn~” you burst into laughter, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. “thats what you sound like y/n!!”

but nah most of the time he will take it but always with some playfulness first.

Jisung:

HORNY TEENAGER JISUNG AGENDA

all the time

no matter where or when

some of yall are about to be real mad at me but it must be said HASHAHAH STOP CHER STOP

he just gives me this hormonal teenager vibe

and so there’s a lot of fucking in a lot of unconventional places

simply because his angel wants it

it even borders to him being even hornier than you but you find joy in that

you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve caught him watching porn or masturbating BECAUSE IT HAPPENED OFTEN

and everytime it would lead to heated sex that could last for hours

“h-help me y/n! dont just stand there s-staring” he says, blushing a bit as he openly strokes his dick infront of you. you shrug your shoulders, closing the bedroom door and inching closer to the warm boy.

Felix:

tough one to read... hmmm....

honestly he wouldn’t mind

sure he’d be tired

and therefore he’d rather prefer seeing you ride a dildo or something

because then you’re satisfied and he doesnt have to do much

NOT THAT HE’S LAZY

just that he likes to cuddle and chill more than being inside of you all the time

he’s sensitive which has its pros and cons

pro: easy to get horny

con: easily overstimulated

WHICH SURE you’d find it fun to torture him by keeping him cumming over and over again

but poor boy would be crying in the end

which only added to your horniness OOP

“y/n,, s-stop please im begging you,, ahhgh..” he moans from underneath you, you putting him through his fourth orgasm which is causing him to shake and cry as you didn’t stop riding him. “mhm... but I wanna cum once more, not fair... you can cum so many times but I can’t! be a good boy and shut up, maybe i’ll let you go after this round”

Seungmin:

giving me that same energy that chan has

but this time instead of 95:5 its more like 65:35

meaning 65% romantic puppy that wants to take his time with you, roaming his hands all over your body and really connecting with you

and the other 35% well... more like relentless pounding, all covered in love bites and hand prints (im drooling)

he becomes all hard dom when he’s stressed and soo...

you get him stressed which ok you feel bad about but... he gets to release all his stress (and cum) on you and you get what you want

DING DING DING! win-win situation!!

so yeah he would like it most of the time especially when you’re stressed and especially when you’re a brat

turning him on by rubbing on his lap but running away the next second

he likes to make you obey rather than you already obeying.

he was watching tv peacefully when you suddenly plopped down on his lap, starting to squirm about when watching a tv show. he held you down by the waist. “shh stop” he says once with a bitter tone but you didn’t listen, only continuing to move and feeling his member getting harder. “Is d-daddy getting hard?” you coo at him with a mischievous voice to which seungmin sighed, his hands snaking around your upper body and wrapping around your neck, pushing your back against his chest. “little fucker wanna play with daddy”

oml why did this become so aggressive i have a lot of pent up sexual frustration ASHASHS

Jeongin:

he’d find it really hot in the beginning

but what he didn’t realise was how tiring sex is

yk teenagers! learning as they go (i like how im talking about this as if im older than him LMAO)

catch his search history being: “is it normal to have sex everyday”

he’d be sore :((

and when he told you that he probably needed to just cuddle he felt bad because he always wanted to please you

but the two of you would find your ways around it

vibrators EHHEHE

especially those remote control ones

he’d just go ham with those I KNOW IT

because just like felix, you’d be satisfied and he could chill for the time being

beg pretty enough and he’ll give you the real thing

“b-but i need you now jeongin! stop with that fucking controller!!” you try to snatch it out of his hand but fail. “say please” he says, looking at you with sweet brown eyes. “pl-pleaseeee~!” he melts into a puddle of blushes as he speaks “alright but only because you’re a good one”

HEY THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN WRITING!! send in sum more, i’ll make them into short reactions like these because my requests for the “official” reactions is closed (will probably open shortly) but YEEEAH

thank u anon for your very very smart brain and for requesting HEH ><

also this is not proof read so ignore any mistakes OOP

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slytherinnbitch · 3 years

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Accident Part 2

Part 1 of Accident

Exactly 2 days and 17 hours after Malfoy had dissolved their marriage and left, Harry's memory came back. The impact of it was so bad that he was screaming his lungs out by the time a nurse came to check and she immediately called for Healer Malfoy-Potter.

Harry is on the verge on unconsciousness when Malfoy had finally came in, he gives him a vile looking potion and his vision blacks out.

When he woke up again, he was staring at the same white ceiling as always. His head is pounding, he scrunches his face slightly and looks to his left expecting his exasperated husband as always. He finds Hermione instead, with Ron on his other side.

"Where's Draco?" That's the first thing that comes out of his mouth. Hermione looks pained, so he turns to Ron and he has an almost identical expression. And then all of it crashes down on him.

The waking up, and seeing Draco and then oh god- and then taunting him and playing with all his weaknesses and everything that he had vowed to never do again. He had done exactly all that and so much more. Fucking piece of unworthy shit, that's what he is because Merlin he has fucked up so badly that it was surpassing all scales.

And he had asked for a divorce and...and Draco had readily accepted it, as he said....was his faith. And shit shit shit, Reg. What had he told Reg? He needs to grovel at Draco's feet, hopefully he would forgive Harry. And- he can't even think about it anymore.

He closes his eyes, hoping the mortifying feeling would go away. It doesn't. Not even one bit.

"Judging by your reaction, mate. I guess you remember all of it?" Ron asks tentatively, breaking his internal war.

"Yeah fuck."

"I still don't understand why he just did that, why did he listen to you and divorce you?" Hermione inquires because of course she doesn't understand.

"Because that's what he said he would do. He said it at the beginning of the relationship, he'll free me if I ever wanted him to, with no explanations whatsoever. I had told him, he shouldn't hold his breath over that." He smiles ruefully at the memory, Draco had shaked his head at that and kissed him. It had been an excellent day.

"Could either of you just call him? He is my Healer so he must be here, right?" He asks hopefully, something in their eyes tells him that he is very very wrong. They are excused from answering him when Zia enters. She is an assistant to Draco and under his wing, one of his best students.

"Hey Zia!" Harry greets her brightly, just because he is going through internal war doesn't mean he'll just give up his manners.

"Oh, hey Harry. So I conclude your memories are back?" Zia asks somewhat subdued, it's a weird thing on her. She is usually this bright and happy ray of sunshine, so he frowns.

"Yeah. Where's Draco?" he asks directly, she will probably give him a viable answer, but she looks distinctly uncomfortable so he feels the need to clarify, "You know, your boss, my husband and my healer?"

"Yea, yes. He um went home. Asked me to do the last check-up and then you're good to go."

"Did he say something else?" Harry asks because something tells him he is being withheld from information.

"He asked me to appoint you a new Healer because um he isn't going to handle your cases any longer. He was on this one because he was handling it before you asked for someone." Zia says and she looks heartbroken herself, what has he done!

"I'm so sorry, Harry. I tried to talk to him, he just went all cold and didn't listen to a word of mine. Just threatened to fire me and left." Zia continues and boy, his level of fucked knows no levels because Zia is crying now!

"No Zia, please don't cry. I'll... I'll talk to him, alright? Don't do anything just yet? I fucked up real bad this time, just let me leave and I'll try my best." Harry pleads and Zia hiccups softly. She checks his quickly with red eyes and deems him free to leave.

He is out of the doors within an hour with his best friends at his side.

"Mate, just know that we are here and you're more than welcome at ours if Draco kicks you out or anything yeah?" Ron assures him after he tells them that he is going home. Hermione just hugs him one last time before he apparates away, fervently hoping that Draco hasn't locked him out of the wards. The result of apparating inside while being locked out, especially of their customised wards aren't great.

Thankfully he hasn't, because Harry lands just fine on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place. The door opens on its own, recognising his magical signature.

Just as he closes the door, he hears the tiny footsteps of his baby boy and yeah there he is, sprinting towards him.

"Papaaaa," Reg cries out as he launches himself into his arms and it grounds him. It gives him peace and then enters Draco. He looks proper as always, no one would be able to tell that he is messed up. But no one is Harry Malfoy-Potter.

He notices the tiny, slightly out of place hair strands out of place. The clenched jaw as he tries to keep himself together and how he unconsciously keeps brushing his left arm.

"I missed you. Dada said he didn't know when you be back." Reg mumbles into his neck, it's mostly gibberish but Harry understands one and half year old pretty well, as he hugs him still, then he looks into his eyes with slight tears and says seriously, "Dada was so sad," and then he hugs him again.

He was gone for almost five days, it aches his heart how much he was missed by his little love and how much he is loved. He locks eyes with Draco then, who has the mask set in place properly again. He arches his eyebrow at Harry, a silent question that he can very well understand. He pleads back silently as well to keep it until they are alone. Draco gets it.

"I missed you too, my reggie-teggie. But guess what I won't be going anywhere now and we would have so much fun, won't we? We'll ride on the broom again all around the house while Dada goes to work, innit?" Harry asks and Reg beams at him, "And I'll try to make sure Dada isn't sad anymore, yeah?" And he nods enthusiastically.

"Alright, bed time now." Draco calls after an eternity passes with Harry listening to Reg bringing him up-to-date with everything that going on in his life. It seems very important.

He still isn't actually talking to Harry, not that he expected anything else.

"Can Papa read me a story?" Reg asks and Draco nods his head so he looks at Harry who does the same and then they go to Reg's room.

After he finishes the second story, he looks down beside him to find Reg fast asleep, he slowly and carefully gets out of his bed and tucks him in properly then starts towards the door.

After peering at his sleeping face, Harry closes the door and places a one-way muffiliato charm, so Reg can't hear them but they can still hear him. It would cancel out the minute Reg wakes up and Harry would get an alert. He and Draco had modified it themselves.

He roams around the house in order to find Draco, finally making way into their bedroom where he is sitting with his hands on his lap, waiting for Harry.

He stops breathing as he slowly enters the room. Draco doesn't object so he is fine. When he stops a feet away from Draco. He looks so frail like this, like he hasn't slept or eaten properly in days, he probably hasn't.

"Well, what is it Potter? I would like to sleep." Draco states, his voice ice cold and a slight shiver runs down Harry's spine as he remembers the last time he had been like this. It had been after Harry had gone on a date so many years back, before he came to his senses that is.

"Draco, please. Don't do this." Harry pleads and Draco's eyes flash dangerously.

"You mean I did this? Me, Potter? Me who has been unable to answer my kid why his other father has not come home except for that he is still sick and needs rest? Me who has been-" he stops abruptly and takes a deep, calming breath, "Anyways, my point is I didn't do a thing."

"Draco, you know I don't mean that. And- and I didn't mean any of the shit I said after waking up," Harry tries again, he knows it's futile somewhat but he can't just give up. "I should not have accused you like that. My last self was a number one arsehole."

"Yeah, he was." Draco agrees but he doesn't say anything else.

"I'm sorry that I didn't believe you or my friends or even my own self, I should have." Harry sighs and rubs his eyes under glasses.

Draco remains silent.

"Talk to me, dammit! Shout at me, scream, tell, punch, hex whatever you want to. Just- just don't keep so quiet, it's so much more hurting than the others, please Draco." he snaps after almost two minutes of complete silence.

"And what would you like me to tell you? That I forgive you and you're welcome back in my life? Is that what you think would happen when you came here?" Draco taunts and shit if he doesn't deserve it.

"Because that's not going to happen," Draco continues, he meets Draco's eyes with all his guilt and regret and he feels Draco's barriers snapping, "What to know why, Harry? I don't care because I'm going to tell you anyway." Draco says casually and Harry prepares himself for it.

"Because you fucking dissolved our marriage vows, you utter bastard! You just went and dissolved everything we had the moment you got to know that we were married! And how bloody dare you ask for my rings?" Draco shouts at him, he has tears in his eyes but he keeps on, "Do you know that mother noticed that the tapestry suddenly didn't have your name tied to mine? Just to Reg? She did and so did father. She told me so when I went to pick up Reg. Do you even want to what hell father told me? How he always knew I was wrong and how you would leave me one day and- and now I had a fucking child to my name all alone and he knew I would be a fuck up all along? Do you have any idea what that did to me? How difficult it was for me to keep a facade infront of Reg. Do you, Harry?" He looks at Harry, waiting for an answer.

"I don't..."

"Of course you don't. You have no bloody clue, and you know what you don't need to. You can fuck off whenever you want and I won't stop you. Who the fuck would I be, wasn't that what you said?" Draco rages on, then he says it again, it comes out utterly broken, "Who the fuck, indeed?" And then he sobs, openly, all masks gone.

Harry can't help but move forward and hug him tightly. He is crying himself as Draco tries to wretch himself free.

"Let me go, you prick. Utter prick, with no fucking-" Draco says against himself and Harry shushes him gently.

"Shh, darling. I'm here, I'm sorry but I'm here now, love." Draco struggles some more before he gives up and hugs Harry back tightly. He can't breathe but who needs that when they have Draco Malfoy-Potter in their arms.

When they finally pull apart, Draco's eyes are red and he is still hiccuping.

"I love you," Harry says softly as he caresses his cheek. Draco leans on his hand and mouths the words back.

"You are still not forgiven, just so you know." Draco says and Harry doesn't know what he shall do. He'll do anything, murder if he has to.

"How can I earn it?"

"Do something about our marriage and I'll think about it." Draco replies after a moment of thinking.

"Marry me, again? It's our anniversary in 12 days. We can do it then." Harry suggests, and a small smile seems to tug at Draco's lips.

"And whoever said that I'll marry you. That too for the second time. One time was enough, don't you think?" Draco teases, and he knows he did the right thing this once.

"A million times again, and it still won't be enough."

"Let's keep it to two, yeah?" Draco suggests as he draws Harry close.

"Promise." Harry says and seals it with a kiss. They are going to be okay, again, he thinks as he drowns himself in Draco's love.

Have at your happy ending, sad ending would have been nice but I value my life a little. Tagging @moramystery @cupofsquirrelfan @justthingsfromsarah because y'all specifically asked for a sequel. Altho this isn't all that angsty.

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shotorozu · 3 years

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“you didn’t think getting a classmate thrown at you would cause you to choke in silence— and by some miracle, todoroki is the first one to catch on.”

legend : [Y/N = your name] f!reader with they/them pronouns, all might’s daughter reader, reader has a telekinesis quirk

warnings : swearing because of bakugou, choking, if you ever hit your windpipe and you start choking, get help right away!

notes : i’m trying a new format for fics! (and drabbles) idk why i’m going on a todoroki dump lately, it’s his birthday after all. ALSO I WAS ALMOST DONE BUT GRRR TUMBLR RELOADED. i was so mad lol. so i don’t really like this but DONT WORRY!! i’m making another fic.

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It’s been almost 4 months since your first year at UA had started, and you’d think by now— you would’ve gotten used to all the hectic things that had to come.

Nope, not in the slightest bit.

Though you do love the class, and you enjoy being around them since they all seem like nice people, (minus one person) the class itself goes haywire with their frenzied energies.

Sometimes you wonder if you’re able to keep up with them, since they all have such excentric and unique personalities. They somehow manage to keep the room’s atmosphere lifted up with their voices, that are accompanied by lighthearted jokes.

But today, it seemed to be out of your favor.

You’re in your seat, recalling what your father— All Might, had said about your progression, and how he planned on helping you work with your quirk more.

Needless to say, you’re quite delighted to hear that your father wants to pay more attention to you, since he was mostly just focusing on Midoriya.

But your train of thought is cut short when you see Mineta fly towards your way, practically knocking into your entire front, and jamming into your windpipe— as it bounces from you and towards the wall.

“Damn grape fruit, learn some fucking decency for once,” You can hear Bakugou call out to him, and you can assume it was him that decided to throw your classmate at you

“Sorry, Y/N!” Kirishima calls out to you, noticing how his hot headed friend chucked the short, and purple haired classmate towards your direction.

You try to play it off cool, since you can’t even be mad. Even though Bakugou’s quite a spiteful person, he probably didn’t mean to throw Mineta at you.

Your seatmate, Todoroki looks at you as if like he was analysizing you. His mismatched gaze locked onto you with concern, I mean.. how could he not? Mineta has been thrown on you.

The air escapes you for a moment, and you try to breathe in to counter it. But it doesn’t work, as it became futile.

You blink, and you try again— trying your best to just breathe damnit, you’re questioning what’s all of this for? And it feels like you’re suffocating.

It’s all very sudden too, and without any warning. You can practically the way your heart hammers against your chest violently, and you try your best to not make too many movements. Okay, just breathe Y/N, am I having an attack right now? It really can’t be, can it?

You grasp your chair as you need something to grip on— facing yourself away to prevent any attention to be drawn towards you, since that’s the last thing you want. Every second that passes, it gets even more difficult to take in the air, and it feels like your life actually slipping away from your grasps.

Was it even possible to choke from getting your windpipe hit by Mineta? You never thought it would happen to you, since your quirk allows you to protect yourself— curses. What would your dad think of this? It’s not like you expected this to happen in a classroom.

A calm voice breaks you out of your thoughts, and suddenly you feel a cool hand press against your nape— “Did you hurt your windpipe, L/N?”

Todoroki’s eyes scan over your facial features calmly, noting about every single red flag that’s shown on your face, that’s practically screaming for something

You feel shame course out your entire body due to the situation, but you nod— still unable to accumulate proper words due to the current situation

The dual quirk user says nothing. However, his actions are quick, moving infront of you to shield you from any attention. His other hand resting against your back— proping you up right, so your position on the chair isn’t hunched uncomfortably.

His hand caresses your back up and down, giving out instructions for your labored breathing— “Breathe in,” he commands calmly, activating his quirk in hopes of aiding you “Breathe out,”

You finally manage to get in some air, inhaling through your mouth, and sharply exhaling the air back out. It feels so good to be able to breathe again, and you’re confident that after this— you won’t take it for granted again.

Unfortunately, the situation hadn’t been discreet enough— as it managed to grasp the attention of Midoriya and Yaoyorozu, they crowd at your desk. Asking Todoroki if there’s an issue, concern lacing their tones.

But you’re overwhelmed, eyes threatening to close. Your body slumping against your desk, and you fall unconscious.

—

It was interesting describing the situation to Recovery Girl, and also to your father.

All Might being concerned was an understatement. He was concerned about how it happened, and how he could’ve prevented the situation if he was there. (But he’s not to blame, at all.)

Briefly after you fell unconscious, attention was gravitated towards you— as everyone was clearly concerned. Then, you were dragged to Recovery Girl by two of your classmates; Kirishima and Midoriya, since Midoriya couldn’t stop rambling about his concern towards you.

“Your windpipe got hit, and the impact blocked it.” Recovery Girl explains, briefly after using her quirk on you “And it appeared to be that you’ve gotten the wind knocked out of you. Good grief, who throws people in classrooms? I could give them a scolding right now.” Recovery Girl rants.

You wince at the problem, “Ah.. there’s no need for that. I’d suppose it’s partially my fault for having my guard down.” You grin, but she doesn’t look amused.

Recovery Girl can only sigh, placing a hand on your shoulder. It’s her way of comfort, you’d guess. “Either way, it was still careless of them. I’d go on and on, but for now, you just need to rest right here— you were overwhelmed back there so it’s important to get some rest.”

Recovery Girl’s partially right. So after resting for a little bit longer, you finally leave the infirmary. But you flinch in surprise; a little startled when you meet Todoroki— who’s leaning right behind the door.

“Ah, Todoroki,” You wave at him, and.. you honestly don’t know where to start. Especially after the classroom situation. “I want to apologize about what happened back there. You didn’t need to do that.”

He shakes his head, “It’s alright, L/N. It’s.. what I had to do anyway.” His brows furrow, remembering what happened back in the classroom.

“Besides that.. are you okay? You didn’t damage your throat, did you?”

You laugh, and it may or may not have been in attempt to make the situation light hearted. “My windpipe got blocked, and apparently, I got the wind knocked right out of me! I didn’t know there was an actual name for that! I should really be cautious next time.”

His lips turn up, and he releases a short chuckle— “I suppose it’s a learning lesson for both parties.”

The walk back is.. rather shameful. How were you supposed to go back there, almost as if you didn’t nearly die? choked? The lack of conversation is painful on your ears, and partially on your ego since the silence is almost awkward.

You don’t know what he’s thinking.

“So!” You decide to break the silence, heterochromatic eyes laid on you as he awaited your response. “What do you mean by.. both parties?”

“Well.. you did say you wanted to be cautious more. Which I get, even though you shouldn’t be that cautious in the first place— since it’s not your fault,” Todoroki stares at his feet momentarily, finding his words.

“And both parties because.. I should’ve asked you if you were okay when I saw Mineta get thrown at you,” His expression crumples up, grimacing when he suddenly remembers that exact moment, he should’ve helped them. “I noticed you were choking a little too late.” He mutters.

Like.. how can he stare at you all the time, and just suddenly not notice you choke?

Your feet stop in it’s place, and you shake your head— “You’re so hard on yourself,” you comment, looking up at the ceilings. “Again, it’s not your fault. I was trying to be discrete— y’know!”

“I don’t want you to feel like you should hide anything from me.” He tilts his head to the side, eyes boring into your own.

Blinking, you think over his words— “I’ll keep that in mind.” You’re taken a back by the bluntness in his tone,

“Anyways, thank you, Todoroki. I.. wish I could pay you back somehow.” You pat him on the back, his heart hammering against his chest when you lean in to do so. It’s doing that again.

You turn your back against him, as you start walking even closer to the classroom— and before you can have your hand on the door, he calls out.

“Shouto.”

“..What?” You ask, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“You can start by calling me that,” He offers you one of his one of a kind smiles, something that feels so genuine— full of authentic gratification.

An uncontrollable smile breaks through your face, and you immediately turn away to hide away the flustered expression that is your current state “If you say so.”

Choking in class because someone was thrown at you is definitely not your proudest moment as Y/N Yagi, but.. you’ve definitely gotten something out of it.

Shouto speaks once again. “Oh and.. why wouldn’t I help you? That’s just watching someone die.”

You wince, realizing that Shouto’s correct. Why wouldn’t he help you?

bonus : mineta got flamed by everyone afterwards— including a serious talk from recovery girl, and all might. even though it wasn’t inheritantly his fault that you almost died in class lol

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tldr : Y/N gets folded by mineta bc bakugou threw him at you by accident,

likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing.

do not plagiarize my work :))

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a-life-lesson-in-submission · 3 years

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Inside a Submissives Soul

Dear Diary -

I honestly think I am wearing rose tinted glasses. Everytime I see Sir I feel so content, I feel such an inner peace, I feel happiness, everything else doesn't seem to matter anymore.

Straight into his arms, our lips meet, I am instantly taken, I am only his, he is all that matters. I am very self conscious in body and mind. Sir says I don't give myself enough credit, checking over my body, he is approving, I feel attractive, I feel like a woman. He lifts me so I am straddled over his lap, I can feel all of him pressed against me. My lust for him, my attraction to him is pulled in, his gravity is strong. He is cheekily spanking me here and there, the impact turning my grinning into more of a smile, apparently I am a bad girl. Yes, yes I am and cannot wait for my confidence to grow to be able to show him how bad I really am.

We stand up, he has me sit infront of him, he leans in, grips my neck, we are kiss tastingly close, I lose myself in his eyes for a moment, I just want every part of him and I want it now. He lifts the girls out to play, a tweak here and there, it's always just enough to make me tingle whilst barely wincing.

I am relieved from my clothing with all but my thong and ankle socks on... yes... socks... he did this for his own amusement knowing it bothers me... nevertheless, I kept them on, I made sure I obeyed him.

I am to stand again but before I do, he prompts me for my right hand, more specifically, my wrist and wraps a strong velcro strap around with a connecting carabiner clip hook attached, then does the same with the other wrist. As I stand, he guides my wrists up to the hooks within the wall and clips each wrist to them. There isn't much room to maneuver. Facing away from him, his lips, his breath trace my skin, before long his fingers get to work on my sensitives. He pulls my thong down to around my knees, his right hand then starts to play from the back, his left around my front. I am in ecstasy and very noticeably wet. I push back, pull forward, up on my tiptoes, pulling at the restraints, breathing all over the place, moans and groans expressing my pleasure. I get so close a few times. He says 'cum', 'like a good girl, I immediately want to, I need to, I wish I could there and then. He spends so much time working me with his fingers, quickly and deeply to slow and sensual, it gets me everytime. I look down seeing him rubbing me, I am thinking 'that's it, yes please'. He said he could do this for hours, I could take this for hours. Here and there he would spank me, spank my peaches, my sensitives and the girls. Between my head elsewhere and my body on the edge of succumbing to him, I am aware his hand that he is using to finger her changes slightly and now I can feel a thumb perched on my peach rim pushing ever so slightly, I push back encouraging access. I am so very close becoming frustrated at myself wanting that release, my grunts make this quite noticeable.

I am unable to control my jolts and twitches, I don't know how he does it feel second nature with him, completely natural. He chuckles, he seems to really like my responses, he feels my insides pulsate around his fingers.

I am enjoying every second but then I move my right hand and realise its gone to sleep, I let him know through an almost breathless giggled murmur. He asks if he should stop, I respond that he is ok to continue to which he does but only for a little longer. Removing the restraints my right hand is numb, I begin wiggling and shaking it around to bring feeling back, he gives it a little massage as I get pins and needles. I am allowed to lose the thong he informs me but the socks stay put.

I am then asked to kneel on the seat infront of him. He gropes at my peach and tells me to never change it, I tell him I won't let myself drop much more weight and he rolls his eyes as he receives a giggle and kiss pressed against his lips. He then lifts me again, man I love that he can carry me around the way his does even if I am mindful of him dropping me or hurting himself in some way. Again he eases my worries as I am sat up on the raised bed and advises me to lay on my back once again exposing my holes to him. I flinch as the cool lube hits my skin, Sir again chuckles, 'it never gets old'... a stray thought with my inner voice responding that I really hope it never does. I try to express my sarcastic gratitude through cheeky back chat but words escape me as per, an instruction from Sir to hold myself open for him soon has me back on track.

My knees up and wide, he is teasing, probing, he goes through how many fingers, 1, 2, 3 and 4. He notices 2 and 3 has a profound response. I feel something new, something firm yet feathery and very moist, Sir treats me to his tongue, bathing her, finding my sweet spots. He finds my bit after seeking under the flesh folds, flicking, teething, he's everywhere, it's amazing. I can't hold my legs open, I'm writhing, tensing, relaxing, I'm here then I'm gone again, it's closer than ever. My arms fall to each side of me, his come up to reach over them, at first it is a mutual grip that soon turns into a form of restraint. Its building, my legs move, coming in close over his shoulders, my hips rock back and forth, this is it, it's finally here. My body begins to quake, he continues to feed me, my mind goes into overdrive as I feel a wave of deep pleasure fill my senses. Intense sensitivity ripples through me, automatically I attempt to pull away but I can't, his strength is far greater than mine, he holds me in place as he continues to eat me. If this is heaven, I am there. In my come down he is soothing me with his tongue coming to a stop, all I can muster is 'wow', I am beaming and laugh to myself, I can't remember what he said but I know I gave him the double thumbs up to which he says playfully he will go for a triple thumbs up giving her a little lick kiss.

I bring myself to sit up, I need water and before I know it, he's naked. Instant thought 'phwoar', but I actually say 'bumchickawowow', I amuse myself. Sir asks me to move over so he can come up onto the bed, I move to the side but he moves me back as he comes up between my legs. He is over me, hands at each side of my head, my hands quickly meet his body as I feel his member between my thighs, against her, he is ready and so am I. A little tease, I reach down to aim him towards her, Sir says 'ah ah ahaaa', as a let nature take its course and with that, he enters, sitting at the brim before he begins to push as she gives him a warm welcome. I squirm, he feels so big, he feels so tantalisingly awesome. Later I am told he finds my reactions incredibly cute, the way my eyes roll back into me head, almost cross eyed. Only he has this power over me.

My eyes meet his, I am easily lost in them, my hands feel his neck, shoulder, chest and body as his motions from one moment are taunting, another moment they are hard. I want him as deep as he can go, he raises my legs over his shoulders and buried himself within me further. My gawd he is just amazing. His breathing changes, my legs move back to the sides of him, he is thrusting deep asking me if I will cum over him, I nod with a barely there 'yes'. He prewarns me he is close and before I know it I feel his release begin to flow, as he pumps I feel myself release with him. Our bodies merge, foreheads lock together, once or twice nearly headbutting eachother in the process, my fingertips grip him, I want this to last forever for the both of us. It's powerful, it's perfect as he hammers our releases into and out of me. Smiling ear to ear, I can't help but sigh blissfully to myself, our bodies begin to relax and come to a slow stop, naturally our bodies begin to let go of one another, breaking away gently and lots of twitching eeks on my part.

He moves to lay by my side, stating that wasn't his plan, I ask what was his plan, he answers it was to go on longer. I am not disappointed, I make this known and I am more than satisfied with the results and he can be too. Embracing eachother closely, it's quiet, he says I shouldn't fall asleep as he jokes he is not like other men that just roll over and go to sleep, this is something I have said to him before, as much as men do this, I feel I could do too but I am not tired, I am content. Deeply content. I love every moment we have together, from daily message exchanges, the hello when we meet and become instantly close to getting ourselves ready to head back to reality but these moments, when we lay together, these mean everything to me. I am safe, I am happy, I am his.

We talk about anything and everything, his mind is fascinating, the way he is wired, he really is something else and it's wonderful, it's refreshing, his whole being is everything I could ever hope and dream for in a man. We spend some time like this, our fingers tracing one another's skin sharing comfort in eachother, before the alarm sounds. I break away to deal with the demanding noise, hydrate and he prompts me back up to lay with him alittle longer.

We continue to talk, bare pressed against eachother, he educates me on his experiences in places he has visited, clubs etc. It is ever so interesting, I will look forward to being able to see this for myself one day. Although I am not likely to partake, I would very much like to observe but you never know as Sir encourages me to grow on this journey, my confidence may allow me to feel that I am able to interact alittle more physically with others too, who knows. I read, I explore online in attempts to research and understand the many varieties of kink as some is rather niche but each to their own, I do not judge, I just wish to understand how it all works, what triggers an individual to need such experiences in their life, what about it fulfills them. I say I am unsure if I will have a label in the type of submissive I am and likely to become as I feel I have traits from each label but Sir says this is what is unique about this world, you don't have to have a label, we are all who we are, it is not something you can compare with another, everyone is different in their own right. I am comforted knowing I do not have to present myself as being this or that type of submissive. I am just submissive and what I like is what I like, no labels, just me.

He then moves onto feedback after we have played, how important it is and how open we always need to be. It's a massive learning curve for me as I am used to routine vanilla and keeping things to myself. I am more than happy with everything he is doing but I let him know when he goes slow, that really bites me, I also feel he knows more about my likings than I do in the way my body responds. I will be sure to keep check on myself without adding additional pressure, if Sir is to know me inside outside, I need to be able to express myself clearly to him. Everything he does is spot on, I'm just not used to so much physical and emotional interaction, we're both still very new to eachother but do I feel our exploration is mutually driven. Whatever the destination may be, I can only hope at the very least that we have many, many years together on this journey.

Sir notices he has become hard again and suggests he may have to use my mouth, I tell him I don't do hints as my hand moves to reach him and has alittle play. I am instructed to use my mouth, to which I do without hesitation. My satisfaction in giving warms me, he feels so good against my tongue, taking him into me as far as I can based on my angle. I still feel alittle nervous in pleasuring him, I'm not completely certain as yet of what he really likes and dislikes so my confidence has yet to grow in that respect. I tease his tip between my lips against my tongue causing his legs to tremble, I love this, he does it to me all the time so to know I am having him do the same in return is something I feel amused yet greatly satisfied of. He responds with body language that almost says 'tut tut', a light spank or grip against me informs of this so change my tactic slightly but I know I will always be sure to continue to make him twitch too.

The alarm, once again, sounds, urgh, just rude! I break away again to attend to the noise, however, I don't make it off the bed, my motivation to it seems like effort I don't have. Sir brings himself up behind me catching my attention, he eases himself back into me. The music sounding is drowned out with his movements, I am taken again, reality is lost again. He moves at speed, harder, faster to then a slow tease, I can feel it again, I want more. I continue to receive his actions over and over, soon I feel I want to release, I move a hand to feel him inside me and rub at my sensitives. It's definitely there but she won't budge and that's OK. Neither of us have to release to feel we are fulfilled, it is still very, very much enjoyable but I'm sure he knows how eager he makes me feel.

Time is catching up with us, we stop, I push myself up against him, my back to his chest, it's time to get ourselves together. I move off the bed, gathering myself to get sorted, he is far more in tune than I am, I barely function at times as it is, when I am in his presence it seems even more so that I cannot seem to find my senses, I just feel a constant magnetism that prohibits me from wanting to anywhere else in any other form. Whilst moving around to get dressed, I can feel him inside of me, he is warm, the sensation of him dribbling down my thighs cooling slightly as soon as the air touches me, I have a part of him I can take with me, he will stay there a while.

We are dressed and yes, I kept the ankle socks on for the entire duration! He pulls me in, my back against his chest, he feels and gropes at me, I tell him he is mean to wind me up before leaving me. I am sure he does this to reinforce my want, need and desire for him, safe to say it certainly works. I hope it is there for him too. Snap back to reality whilst sharing playful cheek between us, he really does make me laugh. As much as I back chat, sometimes I am completely dumbfounded, I don't always have the ability to present a come back but as always, not that it's a competition, he wins hands down. After all he is the dominant, he is the boss. Most of all he is my Sir...

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lunarianillusion · 3 years

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a change in fate

a maribat fanfic

Chapter 03

Timothy really wanted to know who thought it was a good idea to put Guy Gardner on monitor duty, because this was clearly not a prank.

Let’s backtrack a bit, the young alpha had gone out after having put all his stuff at his new loft, to go and gather information. He had done some research beforehand on the internet but the blog that had started out decently had turned into nothing but a gossip site. He had not been as thorough as he normally was since he was still a bit skeptical of the situation. He also needed to get a coffee machine.

He had just walked through a few blocks when a loud explosion penetrated the air and made his ears ring like a train conductor was whistling directly into his ears. It took a minute to stop but that did not stop him from scouting the surroundings for the source of the explosion.

He found it in the form of a horrendously colour coordinated person with a large neon orange helmet on top of a circle form glider a few streets away. An akuma. It was real.

He pulled up his hood before slipping into the shadows, like he was trained to and pulled out his hidden utility belt. The Bat pack ways will not be leaving him anytime soon. He then quickly took to the rooftops, applying a scent blocker and ear plugs along the way, towards the danger zone.

Upon arriving on the danger zone another explosion rung loudly through the air making Tim very grateful for the special function earplugs he put in. He took to perch on one of the higher rooftops to observe the situation. By the looks of it the two Parisian heroes had already arrived, but he was not impressed by what he saw. Rather disappointed if not disgusted.

First the akuma; The male threw golden balls, that he got from a metal backpack, that exploded upon impact. Though the explosions them self were small and would only leave any physical damage if they exploded a foot away from you. They had already destroyed some parts of the surrounding buildings though. The explosions were however very loud, as he found out himself and it would be a miracle if the bystanders weren’t deaf by the end of it.

Then came the heroes, if you could even call them that.

Chat Noir was acting like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum over not getting his favourite toy. He kept on trying to trip the new ladybug up while screaming and whining at her to tell were the real ladybug was. Or he was taunting the akuma, who in turn threw more bombs that the mangy cat dodged but then those bombs got dangerously close to the civilians that were still in the area. Did he not realize that his actions could get people killed like that? Was this a game to him and did not like the rules of?

Then there was the new ladybug at first, she had his sympathies for chat trying to trip her up on every possible occasion. That changed when he saw how she subtly led the akuma to the bystanders, bringing them into danger, only to ‘save’ them at the last moment. Oh, how that made Timothy’s blood boil.

He made these observations within a few seconds and he quickly sprang from his perch and into the action. He was not going to let the innocent bystanders become unnecessarily injured by their ‘heroes’ reckless actions, if he could help it.

The moment he safely hit the ground he bolted to a small group of civilians, that were desperately clutching their ears. He placed his hand on the back of the smallest of the group and gaining the attention of the surrounding people. They looked at him with utterly confused and scared looks. Likely they were tourists given by their attire. He motioned for them to follow him, since they would not be able to hear him over the explosions and ringing, and swiftly guided them away from the danger.

Once he got them far enough from the danger zone, picking some more bystanders along the way, he motioned for them to book it out of dodge. Then went to get any left behind stragglers out. There was only one left and the child had gone to hide behind some of the rubble. Looking around frantically and calling out for help as tears run down their cheeks.

He began to run towards the young pup, only to watch in horror as one of the bombs exploded at the base of the rubble. The bomb having been intended for Chat noir who had dodged to the side without a care and allowed the rubble to crush the scared pup underneath. The terrified look would be haunting Tim’s nightmares to come, as blood pooled from underneath the rock. A small hand was sticking out as if desperately reaching out for safety.

Chat noir should be eternally grateful that hawkmoth is only capable of akumatizing one person at a time without aid. Otherwise they would have a super-powered ex-robin on his tail.

It was time to stop this madness. His secrecy might become compromised but so be it. Taking out his grappling gun he took to get a better vantage and knock the immediate danger of his glider. Then he had to destroy the backpack to keep the Akuma from getting or making any more bombs. Grabbing several explosive birdarangs he took aim.

“IN COMING!!!”

A blue blur of a person slammed feet first into the akuma’s back. Knocking the akuma off their glider and crashing onto the ground, creating a spiderweb patterning on the ground. A loud crack rang through the air as the metal backpack shattered.

The person clad in blue rolled upon impact over the akuma and then flipped backward creating some distance between the two of them, then taking on a battle stance and giving Tim the chance to examine them.

The female was clad in a dark blue tunic and matching leggings with thigh high boots. Around her waist she wore a silver cloth belt and light blue faded skirt that was open in the front and had a peacock motif, given by the fuchsia eyes at the tips of the skirt. Her blue tipped hair was pulled into a messy braided ponytail with two feathers sticking out. Her weapon, a fan, was poised and ready to attack.

The akuma stands back up and lets out a fierce snarl but the unknown female was unfazed by it. She only narrowed her rose coloured eyes into an ice-cold glare, that sent shivers down the spines of all who were watching. The akuma sent their glider to attack the blue clad female, but she easily jumped over it and used their fan too slice through the glider itself. Then she sprinted to her target with great speed. He tried to defend themselves but with their atrocious combat abilities, blue easily throws them over her shoulder before slamming the bud of her fan onto the helmet splitting it in two. Final someone competent has shown up.

A sickly looking black butterfly flew out of the helmet and the peacock themed person turned to the new L.B. “Ladybug! Purify it!” she commanded shocking said ‘hero’ into action. The spotted girl stumbled a bit and had to throw her yoyo out for a second time before being able to catch the butterfly and then letting it go, now as a healthy-looking white butterfly. She only then then summoned her lucky charm, a bow, and threw it into the air calling out to her power. The bow transformed into a large swarm of ladybugs that went around restoring the wreckage back to its original state and brought back those that lost their life. Like in the videos from the tabloid blog.

Seeing the young child, that had just been crushed, alive and look around absolutely confused brought the Gothamite a certain feeling of wonder and overwhelming dread. Because if these heroes could reverse death how many had already died.

A strange black and purple goop surrounded the akuma bringing the hidden alpha’s attention back to him and the blue clad female. Once the goop receded in the place of the akuma now sat a teenage boy with mousy hair and a pair of round glasses on their face and was looking around completely confused. The peacock theme hero sat infront of the boy and began to talk to him. She seemed to be comforting the boy, but Timothy was too far away to hear what she was saying.

As he saw Chat and LB advance on the two however, he decided it to be best to listen in and gain some first-hand information. He also had a prominent theory running through his head upon having observed unknown hero’s combative skills and actions and needed to see if he was correct.

As the akuma victim was taking away to a therapist, hopefully, the blue clad hero turned to the so-called heroes of Paris. Before she could get a word out however Chat Noir lunged at her with a yell to call out his own power. Luckily though the peafowl easily grabbed the cat boy��s wrist and redirected him into destroying a nearby café chair. Before hurling him to the ground and knocking the wind out of him, but not letting go of his wrist.

“Are you going to attack every person that is not ‘your’ ladybug and is trying to help,” she spoke in a voice that sounded so done with the world. Chat let out a hiss. “I am not going to fall for your lies Mayura,” the blond snapped.

“Do not ever align me with the likes of Mayura,” the bluenette hissed in return, voice filled with a cold malice that made the boy feel a shiver. “I do not expect you to trust me right now, but at least give me a chance to prove myself,” She spoke more calmly now as she helped Chat noir back on his feet, before taking a few steps back.

“How did you even acquire the peacock miraculous?” Ladybug asked skeptically, her eyes glaring into the other girl. Who did not seem to care.

“It was intrusted to me and I was told to use it for the good of Paris. Which I intend to do, no matter what. Paris is my home and Hawkmoth has been tormenting it for too long,” She spoke with conviction her own rose-coloured eyes alight with fire. “Now I belief I should introduce myself. You may call me Blue Royal” She said while placing here fan over her heart and bow her head ever so slightly.

The other heroes wanted to interrogate her more, but a beeping sound stopped them. A timer. “A month trial period, for both of you, at the end we will meet on Saturday at midnight on the top of the Eifel tower. We will decide how to proceed afterwards,” Chat Noir stated. Gaining an affronted gasp from ladybug.

“Why am I being put on a trial period!” She exclaimed.

“Because you refuse to tell us any information about what happened and where the real Ladybug is! If she were here, we would have no need for you or this hero wannabe,” Chat Noir yelled back in frustration. Tim’s eye twitched in annoyance. ‘You did not do much to help the situation either.’ Timothy thought bitterly and the sentiment seemed to resonate with Royal, given by the way she glared at the two when they weren’t looking.

The two children wanted to argue some more but the beeping sound interrupted them once more. Good they might have turned into an akuma themselves if they continued. Just as the news crew, along with miss tabloid, entered the area the ladybug and cat ‘heroes’ left the scene. They immediately tried to swarm to Blue Royal, but to everyone slight surprise her skirt unfurled from her waist into two large wings. The wings beet down as she jumped into the air leaving gobsmacked reporters and curious Gothamite in her wake.

Though Timothy could have gone in pursue, he decided it best to lay contact at a later time. He got some information to process and work on.

He also really needed coffee.

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humanitysstrongestmidget · 3 years

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Come back to me!

Summary - If only he had been honest with you, if only he had protected you better, if only he had held you tighter then he would have you in his arms still, oh why didn't he do any of that? Will you be gone forever or will you come back into his arms?

Paring - Levi Ackerman x F! Reader

Warnings - one time mentioned sex, angst, very little bit of nausea mentioned, mentions of drinking

REQUEST IS OPEN :-)

PARTS: 1 / 2

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Your body was so sore, the sun being so strong was not helping with your condition either, you felt so nauseous and weak. Your knees gave out, making your body fall hard onto the ground you just let your body lay there on the ground, too weak to move. “Y/N! Are you okay!?” Sasha yelled as she and the other members ran towards you, Mikasa and Armin sitting down beside you, slowly and carefully helping you to your feet. They both had one of your arms around their shoulder, supporting your weight since you couldn’t do it yourself. Someone cleared their throat, forcing your friends to stop checking on you and look at their captain, the man who has not as much looked or talked to you all training. It was always like this, you and Levi getting drunk sometimes after a mission and end up in his bed having sex, but then he was ice cold towards you the next few days. The only difference this time was that you didn’t stay the morning after, you left him before he woke up. You were so tired of it and hurt cause you had fallen in love with the stoic man so yesterday you were supposed to end it but as usual, it didn’t go as planned. You looked at him, his face having no emotion so you looked away again, what you didn’t notice was the worry in the man’s eyes, “Ackerman, Arlert, take Y/L/N to Hange, and you two will return to training,” Levi looked at you continuing his sentence, “Y/L/N, you will rest at Hange’s office for the rest of the training and when she is done with her tasks, you can leave her office and clean the stables”. As Armin and Mikasa helped you to Hange’s office, you could hear them both cursing out their captain for making you still do work even though you were not well. All you could focus on was not crying in front of them, the captain’s coldness towards you hurting a lot more than ever before. Especially since you knew the reason on why you were so nauseous

~TIME SKIP~

A book slamming shut woke you up from your little slumber on Hange’s couch, you slowly sat up on the couch and looked at the said woman. She was packing up her stuff and closes her bag, then looked at you sighing softly, “I’m done, so it’s cleaning stables time for you, unfortunately,” she took your hand, helping you up on your feet and stabilize you before escorting you both out of the office and out to the hallway. Hange closed the door behind you and locked it, she then turned to you putting a hand on your shoulder, “I’m sorry that you have to clean the stables when you’re not feeling well. I’ve tried to convince shorty to let you off this one time, but for some reason, the man was cold and stubborn. Which is weird because he’s usually soft towards you, I don’t know what happened?” She looked thoughtful, trying to figure out what happened between you and her friend. Of course, you don’t know, Levi doesn’t want anyone to know about us, you thought to yourself but just shook your head and smiled at Hange, “It’s okay Hange, I’ll just do it quickly and go to bed, don’t worry I will be fine”. She smiled sadly at you and gave your shoulder a pat before heading towards her bedroom, you turned around and started heading towards the stables, this day just couldn’t get any worser than now, could it? Unfortunately for you it could. Just as you rouned the corner a hand came over your mouth and the hand’s owner pulled you into a room. Your body got thrown onto the ground with a hard thud, your legs starting to hurt from the impact of the cold wood floor. Slowly raising your body up from the ground, you looked around the room, trying to figure out the situation. 5 men were standing around you, 2 of them blocking the door, they were just staring at you watching your every move. Their clothes filthy, their faces and arms covered in dirt, they didn’t smell good either. Suddenly one of them, likely the leader, pulled a chair over infront of you and sat down on it, looking at you with a dirty smirk, “Do you perhaps know who we are?” he gestured towards the other boys, you shook your head making a mentally note not to speak without permission for your safety, the man chuckled, “Of course you don’t, Levi doens’t like to talk about his past that much, am I right?”. Your head shoot up, looking shocked at the man before you, they knew Levi? So they were from the underground? He knew your captain, and if so what is the story between them? The man laughed darkly at your expression, “ Judging by your reaction, I’m assuming I am right. You see we have some unfinished business with Levi and you may already know this, but the only way to hurt that man is to hurt the people he care about,” he smiled at you. You glared at him, “ I don’t know what this has to do with me, if you’re trying to hurt him by hurting someone he cares about why me?” The man shook his head and stood up from the chair, “I thought you were smarter than that, oh well my mistake. You see for the past few months we have been keeping an eye on Levi to see if he had a soft spot for someone, and just as we were giving up, one night you appeared. We then noticed how many times you and Levi have spent the nights together, so that’s why we are taking you hostage. It would be very wise of you to follow us without any commotion or we will hurt your dear captain and friends very very badly, also,” the man crouched down in front of you, “ I know the reason why you have been throwing up so much lately, so come with us and we won’t hurt anyone or your body, understood?”. You nodded, looking down, he was right, you couldn’t let your friends get hurt. That night you made a promise to yourself and to Levi, that you would do everything in your power to protect what is yours.

~ 3 YEARS SKIP~

Hange sighed, the members of the survey corps standing before her looked down, “Has anyone seen the captain today?” She asked, everyone shook their heads, “No one has seen Captain for a few days now,” Armin answered her. Hange nodded, just like last year. For a few days ago it was the anniversary of the day you went missing. No one have been able to find you for the past 3 years and it has taken a big toll on everyone but mostly on the captain. He had gotten colder and more closed off, now not even Hange could get through him. Losing you was the last straw to make the poor man’s mentality fall apart. Every year the days up to your anniversary and a few days after Levi would be nowhere to be seen. After finding out you gone, the team had tried to find clues on to where, who and why you had been taken, but after a year the case got cold, and the people needed them to protect them from titans. So they sended some special team out to search for you, Levi’s heart breaking when he found out he was not allowed to go with them. Why, oh why had he been so cold to you that day and made you do the stable job, if only he hadn’t done that you would’ve still be here with them, where you belong. His door bursted open and in came a panting Hange, “Hange, listen whatever you have to say spare it, I don’t wanna hear it,” she shook her head, “ Levi, you gotta hear this”. Just as he was about to protest Hange yelled at him, “THEY FOUND HER, OKAY THEY FOUND Y/N!” She handed him a letter, Levi quickly ripped the letter open and read it through. It was from the special team and Hange was right, they had found you, alive, and would be back with tomorrow. Levi fell onto his knees, his body shaking as he sobbed, Hange sat beside him putting an arm around him, just as relieved as him.

~NEXT DAY~

Everyone was excited and could barely hide their impatience, they all wanted to see you. Finally after 3 years the team was smilling again. After some hours of waiting, a carriage stopped at the entrance of the yard, the special team members hopping out of it. Levi and the rest of the team were holdning their breaths, no one knew what condition you would be in since it wasn’t written in the letter. Finally you hopped out of the carriage, your hair flowing in the wind and you looked towards your members, smilling brightly at them. They all relased the breath they were holding in and smilled back to you, Levi’s eyes were teary though he would never admit it to the team. Then they all got confused, “Why is she reaching inside the carriage?” Jean asked, to which everyone shrugged, but right after they all gasped. Out of the carriage you helped a toddler down to the ground, and started walking towards the members, holding the little boy’s hand. Everyone looked at Levi with wide eyes and open mouths. Levi himself couldn’t believe what he was seeing, tears now falling freely down his cheeks. There you were walking towards him safe and alive after 3 years of missing, holding hands with a little boy who looked just like him.

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a-blue-secret · 3 years

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CHAPTER I

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Prologue | Chapter I | Chapter II

GENRES: royal au; fantasy au; magic au; friends-to-enemies-to-lovers; king!beomgyu, vizier!taehyun

PAIRING: taegyu

WARNINGS: mild swearing

WORD COUNT: 2.6k+

AN: Say hello to Yeonjun! :)

SUMMARY: Best friends turned enemies, Kang Taehyun has managed to trick Choi Beomgyu into his service, and to rule for three years and four months and nineteen days, until his youngest brother would be old enough to take the throne. Choi Beomgyu has no intention of being obedient however, and tries to thwart Taehyun’s orders at every turn. With a growing amount of distrust and lies within the court, will Taehyun manage to keep the kingdom of Gojongja from falling apart?

Beomgyu laughed loudly and boisterously, spilling some of the silver wine over his royal blue suit. The two courtiers looked proud of themselves at having made the King laugh so much. Taehyun refrained from rolling his eyes, choosing to not tell them that Beomgyu had been giving over-the-top reactions for everyone who had come up to him.

“You’re absolutely hilarious!” Beomgyu laughed, throwing both of his legs over the throne’s armrest. “Begone, before you kill me with my own laughter!”

The courtiers stepped down from the King’s Corner, looking rather smug. As soon as they were out of sight, the exaggerated grin dropped from Beomgyu’s face and he tilted back his head with a groan.

“Aren’t you trying to play this part a little too vigorously? I mean, it’s been more than two months and yet you still hold these parties. Our palace can’t run like this forever, you know.”

Beomgyu dropped his head further on the armrest so that he was looking at Taehyun upside down. He narrowed his eyes at his vizier, who was standing ramrod straight next to the throne. “You know,” he said, “I like you better when there are other people around. You’re far too annoying when you talk.”

Taehyun rolled his eyes. “Well I don’t like you at all. You’re annoying whatever you do.”

Beomgyu sat up properly, pouting and looking at Taehyun with wide eyes. “You don’t mean that, do you?” he asked, pout turned up to the max.

Taehyun scoffed. “Don’t do that, you look stupid.” Beomgyu glared at him.

Footsteps approached the King's Corner, and Taehyun stood up straight again, face morphing into a stoic expression. A footsman let out a polite cough, standing just in front of the thin curtain. “There is someone else here to see you, King Beomgyu.”

The lace veil which separated the King’s Corner from the rest of the courtroom twitched, and a foreign lord peered inside. Pushing his half-empty goblet of wine towards Taehyun, Beomgyu beckoned them in. Taehyun could do nothing but frown ever so slightly, before tossing the goblet off the balcony onto the ballroom below. He heard a few shocked shrieks and the sound of shattering crystal, and smirked slightly.

“What matter have you brought to me?” Beomgyu asked the lord. “State your name, and the Kingdom you come from.”

The man bowed. “My name is Lord Choi Yeonjun, Your Greatness. I come from the Aruyeo Kingdom.”

Beomgyu raised his eyebrow. “Aruyeo Kingdom? I assume you and the rest of your court were here for the Coronation revels?”

Choi Yeonjun bowed again. “Yes, sir.”

“Then, state your business with the King.” Beomgyu waved a hand in a careless way, though he was studying the elder male’s face closely.

Yeonju bowed yet again. Honestly, this man seemed to do a lot of bowing. “For many years, our Kingdom has been Gojongja’s most loyal supporter. Not once, in over five hundred years, has Aruyeo made any attempt to go against Gojongja. We have remained firm by your Kingdom’s side, never rebelling, never fighting, staying almost as if we had an alliance with you. The previous King refused this, but, with a new clan on the throne, I have come to ask you.”

“Then by all means, ask away.”

Yeonjun glanced at Taehyun. “I see you have made the former King’s son your vizier.”

“Yes, indeed I have.”

“Is it necessary for him to listen to a conversation he has most likely heard already?”

“Whatever you say to the King will be fit to tell his advisor, regardless of my clan and how many times I may have heard your offer,” Taehyun said smoothly. “You will say it infront of us both, or neither of us at all.”

Yeonjun straightened, adjusting his belt. It was then that Taehyun caught sight of the leather whip curled at his side.

“Very well. As I have stated, my Kingdom has been a fervent ally of yours for generations. Therefore, I hoped to finally have our two kingdoms unite fully, so that we can become true allies. Share war tactics, resources, even people.”

Taehyun frowned. Now he knew why Yeonjun did not want him there. He remembered other Aruyeonan ambassadors had come and claimed similar things. King Seohu had always turned them away, however, claiming that Gojongja was stronger by itself than with an ally. Yeonjun was worried that Taehyun would influence Beomgyu's decision, thereby denying Aruyeo an alliance for yet another year.

“Why has your monarch not come to discuss this herself?” Taehyun asked, hand unconsciously coming to rest on the hilt of his sword. “Why send a representative?”

Yeonjun turned to Taehyun fully, and Taehyun realised why this man sent a chill down his spine. His eyes were amber-brown, and distinctively fox-like. He radiated a suspicious aura, and was someone Taehyun immediately distrusted. Taehyun was sure he hadn’t ever met Choi Yeonjun before (he would have remembered such fox-like eyes), and distrusted him immediately.

Yeonjun let out a slight chuckle, turning to Beomgyu. “Will you always permit your vizier to speak for you?” he asked.

Beomgyu eyed Taehyun distastefully, but calmly answered the Aruyeonan. “It gives him pleasure to believe he has control over me. But, he is correct. Why has Queen Erajin not come to me herself? It would have been best to talk it out, monarch to monarch.”

“Her Royal Supremeness has always preferred to act through ambassadors,” Yeonjun replied. “Her ways are mysterious, and it is not our job to question them, but to follow them without complaint.”

Beomgyu frowned thoughtfully at that. Taehyun desperately wished that he could somehow pull Beomgyu aside and command him to not accept the offer, but he couldn’t do so without it seeming suspicious. Taehyun wasn’t sure why he wanted Beomgyu to reject an alliance with the Aruyeo, but after seeing King Seohu turn them away many times, he was sure that it would be a bad thing to do.

Beomgyu tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I see no harm in an alliance with the Aruyeo,” he said. “But there is no use discussing such politics when I am drunk. Perhaps my vizier could schedule a meeting, and we can discuss formally then?”

Taehyun gritted his teeth. This was Beomgyu forcing him to make the decisions. He knew full well that the King would coincidentally forget about the meeting, meaning Taehyun would have to make the decisions by himself. However, perhaps this time it would be useful, since Taehyun would be able to reject the alliance…

“-and I assure you our discussion will be about all the things Aruyeo will have to offer in our alliance.”

… or not.

Yeonjun bowed, and straightened again. Though his face showed no emotion, Taehyun could sense the triumph radiating from him. “Thank you, Your Greatness.”

Once he had left, Taehyun turned to Beomgyu. “Why did you accept?” he hissed. Beomgyu looked confused, and a little hurt.

“Hey, why are you mad at me? I thought you’d be glad that I’d managed to make an important move by myself.”

“Why would I be glad?” Taehyun scoffed. “You’re drunk, and you’re going around agreeing to alliances you don’t even know the consequences of!”

“Why are you so worked up about it, hm?” Beomgyu said, growing annoyed. “Listen, an alliance with the Aruyeo Kingdom would come in handy. Have you seen the size of their military? Combined with ours, we easily overpower the other two kingdoms 50 men to one.”

“How do you know that-”

“And their resources? Aruyeo is famous for its blacksmiths. They create epic weapons out of metals that other Kingdoms don’t even have. Everyone wants to trade with the merchants of Aruyeo because of their exotic goods and the sheer wealth that they bring.”

Taehyun scowled. “Yes, but-”

“Also, their history of war-winning? It’s better to have them by our side than oppose us. As the prince, you studied past wars, didn't you? That Lord was right. Aruyeo hasn’t fought us for over half a millennium. And you can see, also, if you dig into Aruyeo’s battles, that they have barely ever lost a war. And the impact they had on the defeated is incredible. They know so many war tactics, Taehyun. War tactics, medicinal knowledge, philosophy, the sciences… they know so much.” Beomgyu counted on his fingers. “Their Royal war forces, their economy, their intelligence… Aruyeo, out of any of the other Kingdoms, is probably the best Kingdom to form an alliance with. Why are you so against it?”

Taehyun opened his mouth, and then closed it again. All the points Beomgyu had made were scarily good. He didn’t even know why he opposed the alliance so fiercely. Taehyun sighed. “King Seohu would always have me with him whenever he had meetings with foreign officials. Every couple of years or so, an Aruyeonan ambassador would come to him, stating something along the lines of what that Yeonjun guy just said. And every time, he’d turn them down. Said an alliance would only make us weak.”

Beomgyu frowned, then his face cleared. “The Jinju Kang clan were fiercely independent. They valued individual power and glory. They hated alliances, or friends, or having to rely on others. That’s why.” Beomgyu kicked his legs back onto the armrest, draping himself carelessly on the silver frame. “My clan are known for their loyalty and need for allies. They work better as team leaders, instead of just solitary wolves. For me, for my kingdom, this is what I’m going to do.”

“I’m the one supposed to be running this kingdom, aren’t I?” Taehyun reminded him. Beomgyu rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. But there has to be some sort of Gyeongju Choi element to this rule, otherwise people will doubt I’m truly King.”

Taehyun had to grudgingly admit that Beomgyu made some good points. They stayed there in silence for a few moments, Beomgyu trailing his fingers along the intricate gold designs on the floor. Taehyun stared straight ahead at the lace curtain. His mind was plagued by the same thoughts they’d always had been for the past three weeks, ever since Beomgyu became King. He needed to keep Beomgyu on the throne for as long as possible. But not for too long, otherwise the Jinju Kang clan could never come back to the throne. It would be difficult for Taehyun to negotiate with Beomgyu to convince him to extend their contract, but even more difficult if Beomgyu acquired a taste for ruling and refused to give up the throne. It was all one huge dilemma which Taehyun wasn’t sure he knew how to get out of.

“How did you know so much?” Taehyun suddenly asked. "About Aruyeo, I mean."

Beomgyu didn’t look at Taehyun, but stopped tracing the carpet.

“When you pushed me away… I went to stay in Aruyeo.”

“You what?”

“Yeah. Aruyeo have always been welcoming of Gojongja nobles. It wasn’t that hard to get in. So I stayed there, for a year or so. Learned about Aruyeonan history. They’re an epic Kingdom, by the way.”

Taehyun made a noise to confirm he’d been listening. “Also, why did you suddenly become so smart?”

Beomgyu glared, offended. “Contrary to what you believe, I actually did pay attention in my lessons. Heck, I could write down everything written in ‘the Magical Everchanging Book of Clans and their Population’, with all clans that ever existed, in alphabetical order, with citations as to how many people were in the clans when I was just seventeen.”

“Has it been that long since you opened the book?”

“No, it’s been that long since my tutors decided I had no need to open the book since I’d memorised every word, including the numbers of people which changed every single day,” Beomgyu replied curtly.

Taehyun didn’t say anything, just stared down at the patterned floor.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

“What clan are you actually from then?”

“Hm?” Taehyun turned to Beomgyu, who was looking at him through dark, slitted eyes. “Oh… I come from the Jeo clan.”

“The what?” Beomgyu sat up, and laughed. “What, do you not have any surname branches?”

Taehyun glared at Beomgyu. “I don’t know, okay? When King Seohu told me three years ago, he never said anything about surname branches. He just told me I was adopted and what my ability was," Taehyun spat.

"What's your ability?"

"Why do you want to know?" Taehyun snapped back. Beomgyu glared.

"You're my subject. I have the right to know what your ability is. God, why are you so defensive over it?" Beomgyu fiddled with a button on his suit, thinking. "Is it something to do with your crazy ability to make magical contracts? Or was that just enchanted parchment?"

"That was just enchanted parchment," Taehyun said. "Apparently, their ability is foreign exchange, whatever that could mean. I haven’t figured out how to tap into this ability yet.” Taehyun leaned against one of the pillars. “Also, I for some reason possess the Jinju Kang clan’s ability of nature manipulation, though I’m not related to their line." He frowned. "Why am I telling you this?"

"I don't know," Beomgyu shrugged. " Did you seriously not know you were illegitimate for years?"

"My whole life. I just assumed I was a Kang."

"Jeo Taehyun…" Beomgyu mused. "Eh. Kang Taehyun sounds better."

Taehyun rolled his eyes. "That's because that's what you're used to." He walked away from beside the throne to look down the balcony at the ballroom floor. "Also, I think we should stop the coronation revels. This is stupid. You're just wasting money and food and our suites by attending to these dumb courtiers who only really care about how close they can get to the throne."

Beomgyu hummed. He'd taken off the silver circlet and was twirling it carelessly around his fingers.

"You shouldn't do that you know," Taehyun berated. "This crown is a precious part of Gojongja history and we don't want you breaking it by playing with it."

Beomgyu grumbled, placing the circlet sulkily back onto his head. "It's enchanted. I'm pretty sure it won't break that easily."

"Well you still shouldn't do it," Taehyun said. "It's disrespectful."

Beomgyu sighed insolently, staring up at the ceiling.

"Also, are you ever going to attend the board meetings? You haven't turned up to a single one since you became King. Do you know how awkward it is to have to explain to the rest of the generals that the King couldn't be bothered to come?"

"Oh, you bore me," Beomgyu said in annoyance. He suddenly stood up, navy velvet cloak swinging behind him. "I'm going to bed." With an air of insolence, Beomgyu swept out through the veil, before abruptly turning around. “If the revels annoy you that much, call them off yourself. And no, I don’t think I’ll be attending any of those board meetings any time soon. They bore me almost as much as you do.” He winked. “See you around, my dear vizier.” Blowing Taehyun a mocking kiss, he disappeared through the veil, mischievous laughter echoing in his wake.

Taehyun blinked, and then growled. He shook his head, gripping the hilt of his sword. "Choi fucking Beomgyu."

Beomgyu's head appeared through the lace suddenly, smirking at Taehyun. "It's 'His Royal Greatness Choi fucking Beomgyu' to you. Oh, and make sure that you air out the Discussion and Tactics Room, will you? When you talk to that Choi Yeonjun, we don't want it looking shabby, do we?"

Taehyun threw a handkerchief at Beomgyu's annoying face. The King only laughed and ducked away, leaving the cloth to flutter to the ground. Taehyun sighed and walked over to pick up the handkerchief. God, Beomgyu was so infuriating…

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deathshallbethelastenemy · 4 years

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part one

claude x reader

+The Room+

You didn't know when Claude von Riegan had taken an interest in you. You didn't know when it all changed. You didn't know when his flirting started until, Judith Daphnel, pointed it out. You didn't know that when you were around, Duke Riegan would inch closer to you than was considered proper for Employer and Employee, until his retainer Nardel made a joke about it. And above all, you could not fathom on how you got his attention.

You were maid! You cooked and cleaned, and spoke only when spoken to.

Maybe, it was how you left everything you touched spotless? Or maybe, it was your delicious cooking? Or maybe, it was how you organize the library everyday without fail? Perhaps, it's all of those, or perhaps, it's none of them at all...

It didn't matter because when you had become fully aware of his affections, it was in the Monastery. Not while you and him were in Derdriu.

You were dusting off his office when he asked you to go to the Monastery with him. At first, you refused, now of days, there were thieves roaming in the Monastery grounds. You couldn't defend yourself properly, you would only be a burden. But Claude von Riegan, insisted on you accompyning him. He said: "There's no one I trust more to fix the Monastery, than you."

A reasonable reason to have you join him in the Monastery, so you went with little resistance. He brought other maids and butlers with him, but they were only a few; together you were really only handful (six, to be exact). It is now, however, while you are currently trying to keep your composure against his antics, that you realize that he only brought them along to sell the ruse of truly needing you here at the Monastery.

Claude had trapped you in quarters, he had jammed the door and claimed it was merely an accident, but after avoiding his presence for a week, you knew better. He had planned this to get you alone with him.

How did he lure you in? It was quite easy, actually... He had told you his room was a mess and in need of cleaning and as cleaning is your job, you couldn't refuse.

Spoiler alert, his room was not a mess.

You, in an attempt to flee, shook the handle roughly and pulled and just like your prior attempts, the door wouldn't budge. So here you are, with your body pressed against the door, caged in by his strong arms, and you had nothing to defend yourself with but a duster.

"I thought you said your room was a mess, Duke Riegan..." You swallowed.

"Did I?" He feigned confusion, "I must of forgotten that I cleaned it myself."

He rested his forearm on the wall, while the other took a strand of your hair between his fingers and pressed it against his lips.

Your cheeks bloomed at the act of intimacy, but nonetheless, you grabbed your hair and gently pulled it away from his grasp.

He smirked at the sight of your cheeks blushing in a hue of rosy pink and reveled in the fast drumming of your heartbeat. If he moved slightly, he would be able to feel it beating against his chest.

"Well, if it's no trouble, Duke Riegan, could you unjam the door, please?" You asked politely, he was your boss after all.

Claude pulled at door handle with force. Though the door did not open, the jolt of the door pushing against your back sent you into his chest.

The duster fell out of your hand and clattered on the ground. You instinctively held on into his arms for support, but quickly pulled yourself back while muttering apologies. You didn't know why you were apologizing, he was doing this, not you. However, as he slithered his arm around your waist, he pushed flushed against him while pushing his own body to keep your back firmly against the door.

"Duke Riegan, this is hardly appropriate." You managed to say without stuttering.

"How many times have I told you to call me, Claude?"

"As many times as I have said that it is unprofessional and inappropriate of me to do so," You retorted.

Claude hated those words, 'inappropriate' and 'unprofessional'. The sole reasons of you constantly rejecting his advances. Because, truth be told, you liked him. You wholeheartedly, return his affections... It's just that he's your employer and being romantically involved with him is wrong.

Claude clicked his tongue, "Yes as you keep saying, but seems to me that those are your only reasons."

You did not falter, you couldn't afford to, "Among others."

"Oh?" He hummed in your ear, "Do tell."

You prepared for this, you had thought of a thousand reasons why this should not happen, but your mind went blank.

You begin stammer, "Well, well-" you averted his piercing emerald gaze, "this is hardly the time for romance, yes, hardly time... We are in the middle of a war." You had spoken the last sentence firmly, "There are more pressing matters to worry about than this."

Claude's forearm came down to claim the other side of your hip, "Your point of view is solid, but I argue, that is why this would be perfect timing. In times of war, people need hope and affection the most."

You breath hitched when he pulled you so impossibly closer, "I'm sure, there are no shortage of other women who would give you affection if you want, Duke Riegan."

"I don't want other women."

"A-are you sure?" You asked meekly, "Perhaps, someone more suitable?"

Claude ghosted his lips against you jawline, "And who, pray tell, would be 'more suitable' ?" He spoke of it like venom.

You squeaked when he nipped your earlobe, "U-um, L-lady Goneril... Or perhaps, L-lady Edmund?"

It had less impact the second he did it but you're let out whine, nonetheless.

"They are fine choices, but," Claude continues, "I believe the woman infront of me is far more suitable for me."

You were once again throwing yourself in a loop: When did your strict professional relationship change? When had he began to see you as something more than a maid?

You sucked in breath as he sucked at you collarbone, another question raised: When had he unbutton your top buttons? You weren't that distracted, were you?

Claude leaned back up to tower over you, "Enlighten me on your other reasons?"

Reasons? What reasons?

Goddess, his lips are perfect.

You shook your head when he caught you staring his lips. Another smirk tugged on his lips.

"Stay on point, princess." He teased.

You gulped as you tried to unclasp his hands from your waist.

Claude calling you 'princess' was new.

You needed air, you had to get out of here.

"I believe," this time you looked him in the eyes, his beautiful green eyes, "you need to be educated on the boundaries between employee and employer, Duke Riegan." You snapped with a colder tone than you should have.

Claude's grip didn't lessen and neither did his smile when you, once again, roughly tugged at his arms.

You were starting to think that he enjoys watching you squirm.

His lips grazed yours, just barely.

"I was never one fond of boundaries." Claude said.

It took all of you your willpower not to lean your head in to meet his lips, but goddess, you wanted to kiss him or him kiss you; you, honestly didn't care.

You bit the inside of your cheek and a less observant person wouldn't have noticed, but Claude was nothing if not observant. Just as he knew that you only did that when you needed to focus.

"I suggest you become fond of them, Duke Riegan." You said.

This will not happen, you will not allow it happen. No matter how much you wanted to just give in. He is very tempting and the fact that your bodies were pressed against each other didn't help your will.

Claude leaned his forehead against yours, his scent of spice and wind envolpling you.

So very tempting.

Just pull him in, it would be so easy to kiss him.

No, no, no, no!

"As you wish, but before I leave you cold, princess," he said, "answer me this: if I wasn't your 'employer' would you be my lover?"

You were taken aback as your eyes widen, "U-um well, I-I don't know..." you shook your head, "It doesn't matter. There's no reason to be going over hypotheticals."

He let you slip out of his grasp, but he was reluctant to do so... You felt so nice and you had this sweet smell that he will admit he had tried to commit to memory.

You side steeped quickly and rushed to do your buttons. You fixed your hair andd saw the duster that you had dropped earlier, you leaned down to grab it.

Claude, unbeknownst to you, looked at you hungrily when you leaned down. He had the sudden urge to... No, better not to say. He unjamed the door with an arrow with ease. Ever the gentleman, he held the door for you but stopped you before you could a step out of his room.

"Just to be clear," Claude raised your hand to his lips, "This does not mean I'm giving up. You won't get rid of me that easily, princess."

xxx

I have this headcanon that whoever Claude is seriously into he calls them princess as inside joke to himself

#claude x reader #claude von riegan #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #maid #claudes a little shit #he maybe a little out of character #i tried my best #just Claude tho

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witchygalaxys · 4 years

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Another Isekai story idea

Alright! I love coming up with ideas and sharing them.... So here is another one!

So! Its another isekai story idea where some one is reborn as the villianous. But in this story nothing is as it seems. This is an updated version of one of the other story ideas I've had. Im going to delete that one and keep this one here.

It starts off with a girl who died in our world. A girl who has been beaten and betrayed more times then she can count. She is chased onto the roof of a building by her long time stalker. For context her stalker is a very high profile person. Some one that people believed could do no wrong. When ever she went some where for help no one believed she was in danger and would refuse to help her.

When they are on the roof the girl.... let's name her.... Fiona! Fiona is backed up against the ledge. Her stalker has her at gun point and goes on a rant about how they belong together and blah blah blah. Fiona begins to agree with him and he walks up to her to hug her. When they embrace Fiona grabs onto him tightly and throws them both off the side of the building. Both killed on impact.

When Fiona wakes up she is hovering in darkness watching the world talk about her death. The news calling her the crazed stalker. Her grave being desecrated by his fans and people who knew him.

Rage filled her heart and tears filled her eyes. Saying... "even though I'm the one who killed him.... he still wins...."

A voice came out from the darkness. Whispering in her ear "every story has its hidden secrets." A monster appeared infront of her so terrifying and hideous the only thing that would come to ones mind when seeing it is that its the devil.

The devil circles her saying how its a shame how she died and that even in death that she gets no peace. He offers to give her a 2nd chance in return for a price.

Fiona listens to him and asks for details.

The devil asks her if she has read the book "A diamond in the rough." Fiona says yes and that it was her favorite book. Because the villianous gets what she had coming and the main character gets to be happy and becomes queen, that she felt a connection to the main character. And that Fiona had always hoped that's how her story would end

The devil sighs saying how that book is full of lies. That Fiona has more in common with the villianous then she had thought.

In a flash they are suddenly hovering above a torture room. Below them is the villianous Ophelia Solaris. She is bruised all over and her legs are clearly broken. Her small silk night dress ripped and covered in dirt. Her eye swollen shut. Her wrists are chained to the wall. Fiona and the devil watch as the heroine Dia Cresent walked in with a cloak around her.

You could clearly see the rage in Ophelias one good eye. Dia who was sweet and shy in the story grabbed Ophelia by the hair and lifted her head up. Smiling with such pleasure. The entire time she mumbled. "Mine, mine mine mine. You are finally mine! No one else can have you now! Even if you escaped no one would take you! You can never leave me now!" It became clear that Dia was a hard core sadist and even though she had a harem of men and even married the prince. She only had one love. Ophelia the villianous.

Fiona asks the devil why he is showing her this. And how he is showing her this. These are characters from a book so it can't be real. But it was indeed real. The devil explained that the story in the book is not just a story. Its an entirely different world. A world that he watches over and that he had created centuries ago. God has his world and the devil has his own. (This isn't your basic Christian story or anything.) The devil explains that there are special people that are able to see into other worlds. That the author of the story was one of those people. But the author only saw the surface level. That Dia was able to fools those she didn't even know were watching.

A while later Dia left Ophelias jail cell. Ophelia began to cry and scream. Praying for vengeance and freedom.

The devil looks at Fiona and says "this will be your price." He explains how he listens to the prayers of the people. And he heard Ophelias cries and saw how she was wronged and vowed to help her by taking her soul and letting it be reborn into some one new. But he needs a new soul to give her vengeance and she can not be reborn until she is avenged. He tells Fiona that he will put her into Ophelias body back when she was 12 years old. (She is 26 now.) And that it is up to her to get vengance for Ophelia as Ophelia.

Fiona asks what she would get in return for doing this. The devil says "You will also get the vengance you have been craving for." The devil says that God has been interfering in his world and had helped Dia get to where she is today. And while the devil has pulled Fiona out for a chance to live in his world. God has taken her stalker and had him be reborn in this world as well. To be one of his faithful servants. God has created churches to be against the devil even though it is his world. The church has killed many innocent creatures in the name of the lord and wishes for this to end.

The devil tells Fiona. "You are not simply another deal I plan on making. I am having you become my champion." The devil then shows the secrets about Ophilia that have been hidden. That Ophilia had a natural gift for magic and was very powerful. But due to Dia's influence she was never able to practice her skill and hone it. Dia was not a simple human eaither. She was a mage. (I love this idea of Mages being a different species than humans. If you read any of my other story ideas you might see it a lot in them. Mages are beings of pure magic. Humans can only use a certain amount of magic before they need to recharge. While mages are magic so they never need to recharge. The magic in them also stops them from aging when they reach the age of 23. While humans need to take extra steps in doing magic. Mages just need to wave their hand and its done. Although the strength of there magic is like a Muscle. It needs to be trained to get stronger.)

Ophelia is a mage on her dead mothers side. When her mother died her father a duke took her in. But due to Ophelia being the product of an affair she is shunned by her new family. Her step mother abuses her when ever she gets the chance. Her older half brother despises her. Her father does not seem to care for her. But her younger half brother by 3 years loves and adores her.

The family shunned Ophelia and sent her to live on a very large but broken estate surrounded by monster filled woods. This estate was given to her at the age of 7 for her to manage. Saying how it will show her how to overcome adversity. The mansion was falling apart and her servants were almost all spies and abused her as well. Eventually Ophelia learned to get angry and would beat those who bullied her. Only to have word of it get out. Ophelia was then set to marry the prince of the kingdom. Ophelia was madly in love with the prince but the prince didn't care for her and only cared for Dia.

Ophelia tried to avoid Dia out of fear of doing something foolish. But no matter where she seemed to go Dia was there. Simple accidents made it look like Ophelia was bullying Dia and she would be punished. Dia had a harem of men around her. Including Ophelias older brother and the prince. They constantly were making sure the world knew what kind of person Ophelia was. Even if they were all lies. The only reason the prince wants to marry Ophelia is to have the support and resources that Ophelias family possess. Even thou Ophelia gets disowned the father agrees to give her back her title if she is to marry royalty.

The devil shows Fiona all of the secrets of Ophelias life. That when Ophelia was finally set to be killed only 2 people tried to save her. Her younger brother Leo. And Dias younger twin sister Opal. Those are the only two people who would stand up for poor Ophelia. Even when Ophelia was cruel to them.

Fiona watched Ophelias true life and felt for her. She then looked to the devil and agreed to his price. The devil smiled and said that is not all. He says that Ophelia being a mage will make it so she will not age. But she can be killed. And if Fiona is killed before she can get vengeance on not just her Stalker but on Dia, Fiona will be pulled into hell to suffer for eternity. And even if she doesn't die she will never age and live for as long as she isn't killed which in itself can be a burden. That and if she commits suicide she will be going to hell. But Fiona does gets 3 wishes for her new life as Ophelia. It can be anything from having a legendary wepoun to having a special ability. Fiona thinks it over for a moment and then agrees to the devils terms.

The devil asks her "what are your wishes."

Fiona says the ability to be the best fighter in the world. To be an unbeatable fighter and be a master in every fighting style.

Her 2nd wish is to be a brilliant strategist. To have the knowledge and class to take down an enemy with out even needing to hold a wepoun.

Her 3rd wish....... she asked to hold off on. That she would make her wish when the time is right.

After that Fiona wakes up in a very sick 12 year old Ophelia. Laying in bed with a high fever. All alone.

So thats my idea that I had in the middle of the night! I really like this idea. Even though Ophelia is now OP. She won't be able to walk up to Dia and simply kill her. Dia would die and be known as the innoccent angel that was killed by the evil Ophelia. Dia's sick nature needs to be shown to the world. So when she does die the world will say "good riddance." And even though Ophelia can fight like a master, her body is still just the body of a 12 year old girl who has no stamina. So she needs to work on not just her body but her magic as well. Ophelia already has so many enemies and she is only 12. The church, the prince, her own family, Dia, and her stalker from her past life. She has no idea who her Stalker was reborn as. For all she knows he is a newborn baby now or an old man.

#isekai #isekai story idea #Ophelia Solaris #story idea #revenge

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exasperatedmoron · 5 years

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what do u guys think about a fic that focuses on mental health? barry w ptsd & depression... len w ptsd.. caitlin w ocd... cisco w anxiety... hartley w depression...

cause I've been thinking how much they've actually really been through. And how almost none of then have gone for therapy or something (for those that did... uh well it's more of a couples therapy thing and i-).

len was abused and neglected as a child and as an adult he had to repress his emotions to keep up his criminal persona.

barry's childhood was also rough in a different way. he lost both his parents and everyone thought he was crazy. that, on top of the bullying and probable isolation for being 'that kid' mist have impacted him q a bit. a n d, his life changed in an instant, suddenly he has all this responsibility of being a hero and saving lives. yea, he doesnt mind it because he loves it... but all the people he couldnt save? all the chaos and terror? the mistakes he's made? the betrayal of his mentor? losing his other parent again? having to witness something traumatic time and time again? knowing when you're going to go missing and not being able to do something about it? all the deaths (hr, bette, watching iris die)? plus, non-canon: maybe losing len and thinking he was 100% dead after the oculus? i love Barry as a cinnamon roll full of happiness and all that but woah he's been through a lot (send love pls)

and caitlin... her life's been out of control since she was a kid to the point where she has repressed memories ( the car accident thing w frost ). also, her dad e x p e r i m e n t e d on her... yea. her parents seemed to have a messy 'divorce' and she was lied to and told her father was dead. things were definently not easy as a child and adolescent if she ended up distancing herself from her mother so much that she didnt even work in the same place as her even though it's the same profession and stuff. and post-Barry getting his powers... well she played a part in the particle accelerator explosion, she lost her fiance, she was betrayed by her mentor, people have died infront of her, she's under constant pressure to keep Barry physically healthy, she 'developes' powers, she loses her identity, being kidnapped .... it's like she has no control over so many things that affected her so much. i feel like we can even see how she tries to control as much of what she can (Barry's health w all the tests and stuff, working late alone in a lab doing research etc). i can see how it could develope into ocd/an eating disorder/something that strongly relates to control

and Cisco... neglected as a child and being "outshined" by his brother. Whether the latter actually happened or not, it clearly affected him and that's enough to impact someone's self esteem. He was clearly a geek since he was a child (and yes we love that a out him) but I doubt his childhood went swell w all the things happening at home. he either isolated himself in school or was picked on :( he even mentioned his childhood bullies and his distaste for high school in the show. i can see him as someone who doubts himself and thinks lowly of himself to the point where he questions everything and is anxious when hes overwhelmed.

And Hartley well. We all know about his family situation. Gay, disowned and shunned. Yeah, I can see how this could affect a person. Being happy and having everything u want (not just in monetary terms, it was mentioned somewhere that he came out because he felt happy in life and wanted to finally tell his parents) to suddenly having nothing and no one? The struggles of being homeless on top of the effects of being shunned by his parents is just... unimaginable. Plus, with his sexual orientation being the problem, he probably had the "am I wrong? am i a freak? do i not deserved to be loved? im wrong. why am i like this." type of thoughts going through his head. it even led to him having issues with forming bonds in the future (see: Cisco, caitlin and ronnie. The most was eowells but we know how eo was a manipulator. He even mentioned how he spent months in pain alone while making his hearing aids. He didnt even seek help. He didnt have someone to help him through his suffering).

I mean yea idk just a thought. I've been going through shit recently so mayb I'm just projecting but yea I thought about doing a fic where they're struggling, falling deeper and deeper, seeking help, getting help and support and the aftermath. Idk? It might be very angsty cause I dont think I know anyone who's had a smooth and easy recovery (nonetheless, anyone in the dctv universe).

If I do, i might have a chapter on Julian or Ralph or someone who looks like they're going to spiral or crash but their friends, who've been through shit before and got help, saw the signs and managed to get them help. Cause that's true irl... not everyone has to spiral, crash and burn before they get the help they need. And sometimes, they dont even notice they're about to spiral, but someone on the outside sees the signs

And yea that idk mhm okay bye love yall

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cinaminho · 5 years

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Stray Mafia: They Punish their S/O [More Violent Version]

╰ Group: Straykids

╰ Genre: Angst / action

╰ Warnings: Slight Violence,, swearing,, short ,, only the Hyung line

Requested: Yes

Sidenote - Guys I want you to know that I try to go easy on violence in these things because I don't want to upset any of you, so if this is uncomfortable in any way for any of you to read, I apologize and I'll take it down

Plot - you've been very disobedient in your Underworld leader turned lover's eyes, for the sake of this scenario it'll take place before they and their S/O grew closer they've put up with a lot from you but this is the last straw , you now are put in the position to see what they're really like when tested, but how sad is it that it took an act of violence to show it.

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Bang Chan: He really didn't understand what was so hard about listening to his wishes , he simply wanted you to keep your mouth shut about his dealings with 'the underworld', but you couldn't even give him that, of course no one believed you when you'd tell people about him and his underground business either that or Chan had scared them into pretending they didn't, either way it'd get back to him everytime and he was sick of it.

You had come back from your daily blabbering to the town unaware that he'd always known you did so, so you didn't expect any consequences, especially not these kind. He appeared quietly behind you as you layed your Coat on the couch, "Enjoy your day in town, babygirl?" His voice seemed more monotone and empty than usual it made an involuntary Chill run through your body as you suddenly felt the need to face him, you were basically chest to chest when you turned around, your eyes met his seeing pitch black orbs instead of his usual soft dark brown ones. His eyes board into yours making you break the contact and look past him, your heart stuttered and your fingers twitched at your sides nervously , you were scared to speak really and confused by the tension "I think I'm gonna go wash up."

You stated, your voice was shakey and barely heard when you slipped passed him, your escape was quick but not successful "I Think I asked you a question." Chan said as he extended his arm and grabbed you forcefully by the back of your neck, your breathing pace quickened as you yelped feeling the burning sensation from his finger nails digging into the back of your neck as he jerked you backwards, the impact was so strong that you tripped backwards, your back crashed against the wooden Table that sat infront of the couch, you felt like a crash test dumb as you toppled off of the tables top and head first onto the wooden floor, surely you were unconscious afterwards but that didn't stop Chan from speaking, he was motionless the whole ordeal, he just watched as your body rolled off of the wooden surface, he calmed down a little once he saw no movement from you.

He sighed annoyed before walking over and squatting down so that his body was next to yours, "My My Dear, you really are a clutz be more careful, but I will say you really should learn to keep your mouth shut, dangerous people out in this world will do anything to make sure you don't jeopardize anything too significant. Now how should we get you back conscious?" He spoke as he ran the back of his finger down your jawline, but of course you couldn't hear him, you were unconscious.

Kim Woojin: You clearly should've just minded your business as you had no say in Woojin's business affairs between him, his father, and a few of the gangs most respected members, but you opened your mouth anyways voicing concern about A stupid decision to move Stray's base into the middle of the city, His father understood your concern but Woojin didn't so he decided to close the meeting up and reschedule so he could have a talk with you, he told you to meet him in the billards room. You already knew Woojin was going to be a nag, throw a few threats, maybe yell, but you didn't know the severity of how angry he was, the thing with Woojin was the fact that he seemed calm even when pissed off. You opened the door before loudly shutting it signaling that you had arrived, Woojin didn't flinch in the slightest even when the door slammed though you did but played it off crossing your arms and tapping your foot impatiently, Woojin concentrated on shooting the ball across the table and into the hole of the pool table before standing straight up and facing you with his hands rested on top of the stick.

"Please allow me the pleasure of knowing just how significant you think you are in this 'marriage'?" Although that comment slightly offended you, you had learned to show little to no emotion to Woojin, you rubbed the center of your forehead easing the throbbing that crept into it, "Woojin it was a stupid call, so I voiced my op-" Woojin practically seeped venom from his lips as he spoke urgently as he came and stood in front of you , "You don't get to have an opinion about it!" How quickly he became angry had you taken aback but you weren't about to stand their and be disrespected so you turned on your heels to leave but the swishing sound of something going through the air plus the harsh and quick stinging to the back of your thigh made your knees buckle colliding with the ground.

A shrill cry left your lips as you rubbed the back of your surely scarred thigh. You slumped over your voice was caught in your throat you felt the tears running down your face furiously but you couldn't utter a sound. Woojin got down on one knee placing what was supposed to be a comforting hand on your shoulder as your body Shook.

"Keep up with this behavior and it won't be unlikely that I completely lose my shit." He stood up pressing the bottom of the stick into the back of your shoulder, you tried to speak but your voice was too brittle, "I hope we won't have to have this conversation again." His voice was penetrating digging the stick farther into your shoulder before adding pressure before releasing you, your entire body met the floor, you rolled back and forth gripping your shoulder and thigh. He just went back to playing pool

Lee Minho: Minho had always known that'd you'd be more than a handful, he liked that, it'd be a challenge which was nothing to him he enjoyed your many bickering stand offs but it was when he actually told you specifically not to do something and you went ahead and did it anyway that'd get him a bit more riled up than usual , up until now he was able to warn you without having to go further but he guessed that his actions had to speak louder than his words this time . You were in the kitchen stirring a sauce to a Korean Dish that'd you'd been practicing learning how to make it unaware of Minho appearing around the corner leaning against the base of the kitchen wall, you could hear shoes squeak on the tiles, you didn't bother to look knowing exactly who it was. You expected to bicker with him as usual, he came and stood behind you

Bringing his arms around so both were on either side of you trapping you between him and the stove but at a comfortable distance. Even though he wasn't majorly close you still knew he was peering over your shoulder which made you nervous and uneasy so you finally stopped stirring slamming the giant spoon down, "Minho, I believe we have a nice sitting area in the dining room, there is also the living room and any other damn room you could be in instead of watching me cook." You said through clenched teeth. He simply hummed bringing his hand to rest on top of yours which rested around the spoon , you quickly snatched it away bringing it up to your chest out of his reach, He rolled his eyes at your sudden snapping attitude , he retrieved your hand once again though you still fought it, he placed it back on the stove platform near the burning, "Tell me Y/n, do you get a kick out of screwing with me? Because if you did I feel that's a bit unlike you." He said resting his other hand on the back of your neck playing with the chain of your necklace, you Craned your neck, his hand clasped around tightly around your hand that was now a fist, you just looked ahead. "I don't know what you're talking about but what-", "Wrong tone approach, my sweet." He said grasping your hand tighter your knees went weak as the pain enhanced , Minho quickly put a hand on your lower back bringing you back up.

"Minho let my hand go what the hell are you trying to do break it?!" You yelled mildly. "What did I tell you about meddling in my business , hm?" His voice was flat as you fought to get your hand free no matter how much you jerked around he barely moved. "You bastard let the fuck go!" You exclaimed. Minho chuckled darkly, "See you obviously don't get it. Declining important calls because you want 'quality time' is a no. , "I didn't know they were important!" Your voice came out wobbly. "IT WASN'T FOR YOU TO KNOW!" Minho suddenly snapped making your head Jerk away to prevent ear damage, Minho basically was like a bull with steam coming from his nostrils "here's the thing Y/n, if shit gets messed up on my part because of you, I'm going to be the one to get the heat for it, so with that being said" Your breathing was beyond rapid and Minho could see your panic as you looked into his eyes seeing no sign of the regularly Mischievous and flirtatious Boy, you searched for what he was going to say next but instead you felt it.

Minho Slapped away the pot of sauce and replaced it with your hand placing it on the burner , you let out a shrill and rough cry launching yourself backwards as All you could do was Let out blood churning cries, Minho took his hand away from supporting your back watching you fly backwards and smashing unto the floor. You were panting in pain Tears blurring your eyes completely as you felt your skin boiling on the palm of your hand. You balled up cradling your hand crying out as loud as you could, Minho stepped towards your fragile frame as your eyes squeezed shut tightly , "if I get burned then so do you." Minho said finishing his statement from earlier before stepping over you and out of the kitchen.

Seo Changbin: You felt beyond guilty for what you were doing, you knew that not only Changbin but the entire Stray Mafia would have your head if they knew what you were doing, you had told Changbin that you were just going to spend a few days with your family before the wedding which he finally allowed after much begging, but what he didn't know was that you'd be out all day scavenger haunting for information on matter regarding your fiance and his gang, you'd be out all day finding info and trading it, to anyone else it was the ultimate betrayal which you knew so although you didn't want to lose your life it'd be worth it if someone's much greater hung in the balance as well, your own family member.

You were being used as a puppet, a decoy, You'd be dead for sure once Changbin found out, you actually went to sleep in your pool house near your shared home since you were 'with family' and you'd just take pretend to come back each morning, but as winter was finally hitting you didn't see the pool house as a good environment it was beyond drafty.

You snuck back into your shared home around midnight and would just make up an excuse tomorrow. "The pool house isn't comfortable anymore I taketh?" Your feet automatically ceased movements once you heard the voice that you could mistake for none other Than Changbin. You cursed under your breath trying to keep your voice steady "Uhh yeah, I crashed there for a bit. We haven't used it in a while so I thought I'd relax there for a bit." Your voice felt it was shrinking more with every word. Changbin sighed inwardly trying to keep himself in control but he really didn't like being lied to. "I know you've been staying there. What were you really doing it for, For days may I add?" He said approaching you from his seat on the stair, you stiffened feeling the need to disappear but were stuck in fear.

"I just wanted space and I knew you wouldn't settle for my real place of relaxation." Your supposed explanation came out as more of a question you mentally screamed as Changbin now stood in front of you but you did your best to show guilt as you gazed at him . "I'd like to think that'd you be smart enough to know not to lie to me." , he was right but that didn't stop you. "Changbin that's the truth now I just want to go to bed." Once again your voice was not trustworthy as you could hear your rugged breathing as You hastily passed him jogging to the staircase you knew he was hot on your trail and for some reason the stairs seemed farther than normal .

You quickly began running making yourself look further more guilty you were now racing up the many stairs hearing Changbin not far behind, your lungs not really allowing much air to transfer through them. You soon felt a grasp on your right leg causing your legs to give out from under you next thing you felt your head collide with the stairs as he dragged you down , much after that was blurry no matter how many times you blinked your sight wouldn't focus as your face layed against the steps, All you knew was that you couldn't lift your head noticing something red in your vision that was surely blood, you couldn't possibly have not bled from that.

Every sense was fading in and out as you felt yourself slipping into an unconscious state, the last thing you heard was Changbin's voice, his features were all but clear his voice seemed to be drowned out almost but you were sure you heard some of what he said. "Now look at the mess you've made." He sighed as he rolled you over on your back seeing the massive gash leaking on your forehead, he rolled his eyes, "Great now we have to take you to the hospital and tell them what a clutz you are. I really hope for your sake you tell me the truth because a few stitches won't help the damage I'll cause if you don't."

Yeah I just couldn't see my widdle Han , Hyunjin and Felix in this predicament I struggled with even the Hyung line, they just are so

delicate and probably would feel bad about harming a fly 🤧 cute. I just hope you guys liked it, I still held back on violence so it wouldn't be too uncomfortable for you , these were supposed to be short but I got carried away . ❤

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dank-hp--memes · 5 years

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Plot Potatoes: Chernobyl - Hit and Run

Tags: @shit-in-silk-stocking

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Moscow, afternoon

It was a grey and wet afternoon. The rain had temporarily ceased, but the ground was still soaked. Cars sped down the streets as workers returned to their jobs from lunch. Boris and Ulana had met to discuss the upcoming trial. Though their views were conflicting, they had decided to discuss the trial and their influence on Valery. They had exited the small coffee shop where they had met. Making rather awkward small talk as they began to cross the street. The air between them was tense. They were not even half way across the street before the there was the sound of a loud impact. A car had driven right through them, hitting Ulana first, then Boris. A few other pedestrians who had been near them were also injured. Ulana had been sent tumbling over the windshield. Her body flying through the air before making hard contact with the pavement. Boris was hit and pushed infront of the car. He had been slightly behind Ulana. When the car hit his broad body, he rolled onto the hood before sliding off and landing with a thud on the pavement. It took a moment before Boris came to his senses. He turned his head to look at Ulana who was laying about 15 feet away. Though his vision was blurry, he could see blood pooling around her limp and mangled figure. Upon looking down at himself, Boris could see blood swirling withing the rain water, staining his dark grey suit. Somehow, he managed to sit up, looking back at her as his vision cleared, his heart sank. Though he was not very fond of Ulana, he did not wish this upon her.

A crowd of people began to gather around her as someone rushed from a nearby shop to help. Though he hardly noticed it, a small crowd had begun to gather around him as well. A young woman was dabbing at his cuts and attempting help him.

When an ambulance finally arrived, Boris was able to climb on on his own, despite his many injuries, he was stubborn and bull headed. He watched as the paramedics pushed Ulanas left tibia back into her leg and set a few of her broken bones after stabilizing her neck and spine. They then loaded her limp body onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. Boris could not keep his eyes off of the horrific sight that was Ulana. In his head the minutes that it took to get to a hospital seemed to turn into hours. Boris was beginning to succumb to his injuries, riddled with pain and struggling to stay conscious. Though he was determined to stay conscious, he could not keep himself from passing out. He awoke in a bland hospital room, a screen blocking his view of the other bed. Upon looking around, Boris noticed his morphine drip and IV, as well as the splint on his leg. He could see a few of his deeper cuts had been stitched. They had put him in a hospital gown, making him feel rather exposed. Though it pained him greatly, Boris managed to get out of the hospital bed. He limped over to the screen that shielded the other bed and pulled it back. Ulana was laying in the bed, hooked up to many machines. Many of her cuts were stitched and a few select places, where chunks of her flesh had been pulled away from tumbling over the pavement, were wrapped in gauze. Boris left the screen open as he got back into his bed, passing out once more. It was late that evening that Valery was notified about the state of his comrades. Of course, he rushed to the hospital, his socks two different colors and his hair a mess. Upon entering the room, he saw Boris. It was the worst sight he had seen. He approached the bed, his mouth dry and tears in his eyes. Though boris did not have too many cuts, he was covered in swollen and purple bruises. It was not until he went to take Boris' hand that he saw Ulana. Valery stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of her. If he thought Boris' injuries were horrible, Ulanas were horrifyingly worse. Valery sat down in a chair between the two beds upon coming to his senses. It felt as if someone had turned his world upside down. Without them, he could see nothing but darkness, and it never seemed to end.

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renzgonzales-blog1 · 4 years

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CHAPTER 3: AN ANTHROPOLOGICAL CONCEPTUALIZATION OF THE SELF: THE SELF AS EMBEDDED IN CULTURE “Since Then” Filipinos follow different traditions and cultures despite our similarities and differences. Our ancestors created this cultures and we adapt these cultures because it is introduced to us. The identity toolbox refers to the features of a person’s identity that he or she chooses to emphasize in constructing a social self. We came from different families, tribes, and ethnicities but it is still in our minds that we should unite as one. Family membership could be the most significant feature to identify a person’s social identity. Everything we do will reflect to our family just like you did something wrong infront of other people and they will tell you like “Is that what your family teach you?” It is what others perceive about us not knowing the real reason behind it. Personal naming is a universal practice that establishes a child’s birthright and social identity. We are born in this world with names and that names came from our parents who really loves us. When we’re in our mothers womb they always think about what name they could to this child and they really work hard for it. We all have different practices on our cultures and we believe that this practices is really good for us. Here in the Philippines we adapt the sociocentric view. Even were 18+ our parents still accept us as a family and we could still live in a same house not like in other countries when you reach 18 you should live independently. Im 18 yrs old but my parents are still working for us to survive. These cultures became a true trademark of us Filipinos and it will remain in our hearts until the end of time.CHAPTER 1: PHILOSOPHICAL PERSPECTIVE OF THE SELF

“Decisions I make”

“Philosophy employs the inquisitive mind to discover the ultimate causes, reasons, and principles of everything”. This chapters deals with different philosophers and their philosophical view of the self. Each one of them contribute on how they perceive and understand the true meaning of the self. We exist in this world for some various reasons and we think that we have a purpose in it. According to Plato: The Self is an Immortal Soul, his philosophical view of the self has a great impact on every individual lives. He introduces the three part soul the reason, physical appetite, and spirit or passion. He believes that when a conflict occurs, it is the reason’s responsibility. Reason helps us to think deeply, make wise choices, and achieve the true understanding of eternal truths. Physical appetite includes our basic biological needs such as hunger, thirst, and sexual desire. The spirit or passion includes ones basic emotions such as love, anger, ambition and aggressiveness. As we grow older things get sucks than the way it used to be. When I was a child I didn’t value decisions that I make and I do it inappropriately. At this stage things get worser and I am not able to solve the problem easily because I didn’t let the “Reason” rule over the situation. Those experiences taught me on how should we manage our decisions in life because even a single decision can change our entire life. We eat in order to survive, we sort things out to satisfy our desires, we easily get tempted by the inferior perspective we didn’t wanted, we love unconditionally, we set goals for success and create ambitions in life. At some point these things helps us to make ourselves more human but instead of thinking the positive outcome, we should also think the adverse effects of this wants and should limit our actions properly. These things should be in control because if we don’t, our life might get miserable. Physical appetite and spirit or passion are prone to judgement. When these things are brought to contact, conflict might occur and we should let Reason rule over the situation. We should be responsible in the things we do, think more before we take actions and learn to be contended on what we have now. Even these simple things will make things better and better and I believe that “Genuine happiness can only achieve by people who consistently make sure that their Reason is in control of their Spirit and Appetites”.

CHAPTER 2: SOCIOLOGICAL PERSPECTIVE: THE SELF AS A PRODUCT OF SOCIETY

“Mirror”

Everytime we go outside it seems like were always concious about our dress code, smell, looks and many more. This world is full of judgement and insecurities but how do we get rid of it? The looking-glass self by Charles Horton Cooley introduces to highlight that the people whom a person interacts with become a mirror in which he or she views himself or herself. Technically speaking, people who surrounds us become a mirror because they are the one who sees us and its up to them how they perceive and think about what were showing to them. Self-identity or self-image is achieved through a threefold event which begins by conceiving an idea of how a person presents himself or herself to others. We have different ways on how we present ourselves to others but attitude is the major concern. Its up to us on how we treat other people. If we treat them in a bad way of course you should expect that bad things will reflect to you. You should treat others the way you wanted to be treated and always remember the golden rule. Second is conceiving an idea of how he or she analyzes how others perceive him or her. We may encounter different perceptions and opinions from other people but we shouldn’t let their opinion ruin us because maybe these things bothers us the most and we might have wrong interpretations that will lead us to negative self-image. The third one is conceiving an idea of how he or she creates an image for himself or herself. Since we are in the modern world we tend to improve our appearance by improvising ideas to make ourselves good-looking. Some of us are very concious of what they wear, what they look-like and what they smell. Creating a good self-image prevent judgement from other people because it is pleasing in them if they see or feel a good ambiance within us but at the end of the day there perceptions about us don’t really matter as long as we know what is right and what is good for us. We shouldn’t change ourselves just to make them please, instead just be you and don’t let the world define who we are.

CHAPTER 3: AN ANTHROPOLOGICAL CONCEPTUALIZATION OF THE SELF: THE SELF AS EMBEDDED IN CULTURE

“Since Then”

Filipinos follow different traditions and cultures despite our similarities and differences. Our ancestors created this cultures and we adapt these cultures because it is introduced to us. The identity toolbox refers to the features of a person’s identity that he or she chooses to emphasize in constructing a social self. We came from different families, tribes, and ethnicities but it is still in our minds that we should unite as one. Family membership could be the most significant feature to identify a person’s social identity. Everything we do will reflect to our family just like you did something wrong infront of other people and they will tell you like “Is that what your family teach you?” It is what others perceive about us not knowing the real reason behind it. Personal naming is a universal practice that establishes a child’s birthright and social identity. We are born in this world with names and that names came from our parents who really loves us. When we’re in our mothers womb they always think about what name they could to this child and they really work hard for it. We all have different practices on our cultures and we believe that this practices is really good for us. Here in the Philippines we adapt the sociocentric view. Even were 18+ our parents still accept us as a family and we could still live in a same house not like in other countries when you reach 18 you should live independently. Im 18 yrs old but my parents are still working for us to survive. These cultures became a true trademark of us Filipinos and it will remain in our hearts until the end of time.

CHAPTER 4: PSYCHOLOGICAL PERSPECTIVE OF THE SELF

“True Me”

We have our own perceptions about how can we understand the true meaning of the self. This chapter deals with psychological perspective of the self. According to Carl Rogers he suggests that there are two components of the self-concept the real self and the ideal self. When we say “real self” this thing refers of what one is and what one can do, basically it is what we have right now like the way we act, the way interact other people, the way we live and etc. The ideal self refers to a person’s conception of what one should be and what one aspires to be, so the ideal self is what a person wanted to be. We set goals and create ambitions in life for us to be a successful person someday. These things makes sense at all, it will help a person to shape and mold its true character and it will lead us to a better future someday. Each one of us has desires and dreams just like me I wanted to be a Radiologic Technologist someday because I want to help my family to get rid of difficulties in life. We can make our ideal self as a motivation towards from our success but we can achieve those specific goals if we work hard and strive hard for it. If we get tired we should rest and learn not to quit and always remember why you’ve started. The closer the ideal self to the real self, the more fulfilled and happy the individual becomes. According to Winnicott that the self is composed of true self and false self. I encounter a lot of people doing this kind of stuffs especially first day of classes. False self might occur if we meet people especially first time. Most of my classmates tend to show their false self because maybe they’re afraid of judgement and a thing we call first impressions. I show my false self to the people im not close with and people I didn’t know. I regret those days that everytime I open up, it hurts because they don’t deserve to know me. I only show my true self to the people always behind my back who always supports me and accept me of what I really am and they are my family and my closests friends. Its up to us how we portray ourselves to other people as long as were kind enough to make them happy because I believe that the things we do are the things matters the most.

CHAPTER 5: THE WESTERN AND EASTERN CONCEPTS OF SELF

Western concept of self has different aspects that will introduce different personalities. I can see myself in Western Self as Monotheistic. I believe in one God the Creator and the God who sustain our needs. The term ‘self’ refers to an individual human being, along with their body, mind, and in some cases, the concept of a ‘soul’. The western view of the ‘enduring self’ refers to the notion that “you are the same person you were earlier in your life. In other words, it assumes that we humans are selves that endure through time” So, despite the many mental and physical changes that may occur during our life, we are essentially the same ‘self’ throughout our many developments. While western traditional has, for the most part, accepted and championed the idea of an ‘enduring self’, the exact definition and characteristics of this ‘enduring self’ are diverse. However, the Enlightenment philosopher David Hume and the founder of Buddhism, Siddhartha Gautama, both rejected the idea of an ‘enduring self’, even going so far as to claim any concept of a ‘self’ is an illusion. Individualistic cultures are those that stress the needs of the individual over the needs of the group as a whole. In this type of culture, people are seen as independent and autonomous. Social behavior tends to be dictated by the attitudes and preferences of individuals. Cultures in North America and Western Europe tend to be individualistic.Western Concept of self as Individualistic it talks about our personal freedom

In individualistic cultures, people are considered "good" if they are strong, self-reliant, assertive, and independent. This contrasts with collectivist cultures where characteristics like being self-sacrificing, dependable, generous, and helpful to others are of greater importance. Western Concept of self as Individualistic it talks about our personal freedom

CHAPTER 6: THE PHYSICAL SELF

“Apperance”

The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things but their inward significance. There are many ways you can describe a person. The way I would describe myself is that my physical features are unique, for me of course but for them, I didn’t think so. Over time, a person transforms his self image into his identity. As a result, hairstyle, types of clothes, and particular possessions are bounded with a person so tightly that, if ever taken away, would cause drastic depersonalization. In the past few days there’s a lot of people asking why I changed my hairstyle without knowing the reasons behind it. Im not that type of person who usually improvise ideas to make myself better looking. As you can see we have our own charisma and beliefs on how can we change ourselves to have a better outcome appearance. Everyone of us has its own way to express ourselves physically. Since I was a child I didn’t value the importance in beauty not just on the inside but in the outside. We filipinos it is in our culture to have more or less the same concept of what is beautiful. A while ago when I was scrolling down in my facebook account I red a statement of a guy he said that “Auto reject because Im ugly”. So I found out that people who are physically attractive are the ones who are favored in a relationship than unattractive people, unlike others people tend to set standards for himself/herself. In the physical sense, they are things like personal hygiene, personal dress code, and accessories that highlight one's personality. It is not surprising how often people define themselves using their physical appearance in this highly populated society where first impression is crucial. When I started in college I thought it would be hard for me to gain friends because I thought that some of my classmates choose friends if you are good-looking. In our generation if you are physically attractive you have a lot of advantages in life. Most people who are perceived to be attractive are favored over those who are not in many social situations. However, it is important for us to see the person’s inner being before judging them. Physical appearance alone is not enough to see the person’s true character. Face is just an expression of well being and emotion but becomes a root of all forms of discrimination. It is just a masterpiece of God’s creativity but becomes a basis of a judgmental society. We should be kind to everybody because everyone’s fighting a hard battle.

CHAPTER 7: THE SEXUAL SELF

“Sex”

“Sex is nature in people” When God said... Go to the world and multiply, many religious belief follow God’s order but when we do it, it should be proper. This cruel and relentless world has full of temptations and judgment that every single person committed sins in a way that they might destroy their lives. Im just 17 years old and Im really curious about the word “sex” not just me but also the world. Some of my friends shared about their “sexperience” and it is quite silly because you heard it from them verbally. It is full of nasty words and goosebumps is all I feel. I didn’t know the feeling of having sex with a partner. There are different forms of sex but to be honest I tried only self-stimulation or masturbation. We should admit it that we all do this kind of stuffs and sometimes we are fantasizing erotic images like naked men or women especially our crushes, just kiddin’. As the time goes by our population are getting higher because of the teenage pregnancy and PMS or premarital sex. Sex is sacred and it is gift from God over those people who are married but why some of us do sex in an ordinary way? as what I’ve said earlier maybe they are curious and maybe tempted. In biblical views, it is said that our body is the temple of the holy spirit and we should respect our body not just in terms of sex but taking care of it properly. We all have different sexual orientation, just like me I can tell that I am attracted in both sexes but it occurs more naturally in male. There is no problem of being a gay or bisexual the only problem is the judgmental people who surrounds us and keep telling things in an inappropriate way. Why you can’t keep your eyes open and see the beauty in it?. I know that most cases of HIV/Aids belongs to the LGBTQIA+ but instead of making things worser, you should able to do nice things that make other people please. Reproductive Health Law or RH Law is responsible to this kind of situations. It always keep telling us on how can we prevent pregnancy and STD’s or sexual transmitted diseases. Catholic Church is not in favor of it because they believe that it tolerates people to do sex. We are in the modern world where people thinks practically in order to make our country a better place. We can’t control people especially those who are sexually active. This law will might help them and it always keep telling them to use contraceptives to avoid different circumstances. As a concern citizen we should be responsible in the things we do and always remember not having sex can be the safest sex method to avoid this kind of phenomena.

CHAPTER 8: THE MATERIAL SELF

“Things I want”

“Self is everything that an individual considers to be his or hers, not only his or her body and material possessions but also his or her reputations and beliefs (James,1980). There are few material components of the self the body, clothes that people wear, and one’s house, cars and pets. Base on what I have read on the book women are more submissive than men in terms of perceptions about physical appearance. As I observed on my environment men especially women do really conscious the way they act and talk or how they express their characteristic through materials they have. People can be possible describe the person correctly by knowing the wants and needs.Sometimes, I noticed this kind of attitude but I am not fully aware the outcomes after getting my needs or wants. At this age I am still practicing how to give a limit to myself, because it is really hard to stop i regret those days I made my self spoil on something.There is nothing wrong when we say material self. Human as we are we tend to know our wants and needs and it is natural for us to be satisfied on something. But people should be more aware on getting something. In a reason, the desire for material possessions also have negative effects on one’s sense of self and identity. They are giving more importance to material instead of values.

CHAPTER 9: THE SPIRITUAL SELF

“Faith”

We all have our different beliefs when it comes to religion. There’s a lot of ways on how can we serve God, by worshipping him, praying, and reading the bible. Religion is the most contradicting part of spirituality, if religion is good why it divides its society? The question that makes people think and perceive of what religion will might bring to us. Im born in catholic but I have a christian faith. It is not right to judge other peoples beliefs we should respect them and let them. I that theres no religion that could save you, it is the relationship between you and God. I regret the days that im in the point of my life that I don’t believe in God anymore and everything has changed. I don’t have someone to ask for help, to pray for and share my thoughts when I’m alone. Maybe those experiences made me realize that my faith is not strong enough to believe in God because I let my self drowned by my own doubts and letting my self conceived by the enemy. There’s really nothing wrong in believing God have faith and trust in him and things will work out. Victor Frankl introduces the way of finding meaning in life. According to him one can discover the meaning of life in three different ways by doing a deed, experiencing a value, and by suffering. In doing a deed the way of finding meaning of life is through achievements and accomplishments. If we have a lot of achievements in life maybe we find our purpose in it and lead us to understanding the true meaning of life. Second way is experiencing a value. Loving is an example to this one. The feeling that someone loves us is one of the most wonderful feeling we can feel. We will know our value why we exist and why we live in this world. No one can become fully aware of the essence of another human being unless he or she loves him or her. The third way of finding meaning in life is by suffering. Through sufferings man can encounter the significance of existence. If there is a purpose in life at all maybe there must be a purpose in suffering and in dying but according to him no one can tell another what this purpose is. We can find the true meaning of life by staying longer in this world. Day by day we experience a lot of struggles and trials maybe these things will help us to understand the abstract meaning of life. The practice of animism here in the Philippines is still existing nowadays. Some of them believe that stones, statues and etc. exist to protect them and guide them toward a fruitful life. It is not right to worship a God you made by your own hands, instead serve the God that will sustain all your needs in life and give you true salvation.

CHAPTER 10: THE POLITICAL SELF

“What politics provides us”

Politics. It is possibly the most hated word in the English language. Most people hate politics and government without really knowing what they are. Many different definitions of politics exist. One definition defines politics as the conflict between groups over something they both want. Another similar definition calls politics the "who gets what, when, and how." Government is defined as the institution that has the enforceable right to control people’s behavior. But why do people hate politics and politicians? Is it because politicians cannot be trusted, or maybe because they spend too much money? Whatever the reasons are for hating politics and government, both are needed as a mechanism for people to protect themselves. In some cases, politics is really a must for us to understand how it works and what politics could give in the Filipino citizens. As a student Im still learning about politics and how can I manage my political self in the near future. It is necessary for us to vote politicians like PRRD because they are the one who will help us in times of needs. When calamities may occur it is the responsible of the government to help and serve people but when we vote it should be wisely and think who deserves the spot. Through politics we are able to know what is the relationship between the country and the fellow citizens who are involve with this and learning the value of what is main purpose of politics in our lives.

CHAPTER 11: DIGITAL SELF

“Modern World”

“Think before you click” a simple phrase tat has a thousands of meanings. Everytime we woke up the first we find is our mobile phones. Checking notifications and if someone message us. Using of modern technologies is very rampant in our society nowadays. Technology made our life easier than before just like us in the past few years we use the charcoal iron, for it to be heated you should burn the charcoal inside to create heat and now you can use it to flatten clothes but now we use the electric flat iron and it is very convenient and less effort. Using of social media is excessive especially in our generation. Theres a lot of advantages that social media can give but we must be responsible if we’re engage in this kind of practices. These things should be in control because if not our life might be in tragic. I have a friend who usually posts on facebook everyday like what shes eating, what shes doing, where she is and many more. I told her it is not necessary to post those kind of stuffs because she might get stalked by someone and it is a major concern. Avoid posting our personal information because it will be use against us like blackmailing. As time goes by social media is part on our daily lives it use to communicate our love ones especially those who are in other countries. There’s nothing wrong in posting those kind of stuffs in social media as long as we limit ourselves from it to prevent different kind of circumstances

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