#for entering land that's literally mine

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - after getting his heart broken, something leads clark to the strawberry shack, allowing him to release all his anger.

warning - smut, gloryhole, swearing, slight angst, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Lois had left him, she had packed her bags and walked out the door. Though she wasn’t expecting him home, which explained the shocked look on her face when he walked through the front door, seeing her bags packed and her keys in her hand. Clark watched her leave before flying off anywhere that could keep his mind off her. He stumbled upon a certain building that caught his eye, the flashing sign that read ‘The Strawberry Shack’ caused him to become curious, so he landed and walked in. 

Listening to the woman at the front as she explained things, his face turning red, jaw clenching and his brows furrow as he realised the type of establishment he walked into. “So, sugar. What’s it gonna be? Door one or door two?” 

“Uh… What the hell. Door two.” He pulls out some cash and hands it over before walking toward the door, he can feel his mind go crazy as he enters, never seeing this many naked women before. Clark could feel a pull towards a certain woman, not being able to control his feet as he walks in your direction. He’d have to remember to be careful, not wanting to literally split you open from his strength. “Hello.”

Clark was mad and you could practically feel that radiating off him. So, you spread your legs, inviting him in for him to use you however he pleases. “I can feel your anger, handsome. Why don’t you use me, take it out on me.” 

Clark glares down at your sopping cunt, licking his lips as he feels himself harden in his pants. His hands move subconsciously, taking his cock out and stroking it as he stares down at you. A groan slips from his lips before he begins to slowly push inside of you. Clark’s eyes slip closed as he revels in the feel of a new woman, slowly thrusting in and out of you, hands gently gripping your hips as he feels you squeeze around his thick girth. 

“Oh, you feel so good. Fuck me, please.” You let out a breathless moan, your back arches off the bench as he begins to slam into you, hitting that spot deep inside of you. Clark begins to lose control, thrusting faster and harder, his cock throbs as he really fucks you. He grunts and groans, tightening his grip slightly, his eyes glow red as lasers shoot from his eyes and he quickly blinks.

“Fuck…” His balls tighten, hips jerk as he growls, releasing thick ropes of cum inside of you, coating your tight walls. He continues to roughly fuck into you until his balls are empty, enjoying how you squirt around him. “F–fuck…” He pulls out slowly, cleaning you up before tucking himself back into his pants. “I–I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry.” Clark quickly worries, hurriedly running out the door and flying off, feeling ashamed for using you for his pleasure. 

You lie there, staring above as you can barely feel your legs, tingling between your thighs as stars cover your vision and a dopey smile rests on your face.

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[fizzyorange-v2]

just talking to my friend in dms about how at first when q!charlie started calming down from his rampage i was kinda upset cause i WANTED a full villain arc i wanted blood and rage and a massacre but then I kept watching and realised how much of a fucking idiot I was to underestimate charlie slimecicle’s rp skills like that. because charlie isn’t just playing a character hell bent on righteous revenge for his daughter, he’s playing a character actually grieving that daughter.

it’s obvious now that i think about it that the initial revenge plot to kill all the eggs and his repeated self affirmations that juanaflippa isn’t gone and that it can all just be reset are clearly just him entering the denial and anger stages. and that later scenes after the rest of the server finally backed him into a corner and calmed him down and he had that heart wrenching scene looking at juanaflippa’s photo, asking for a literal trial for her life and soul back and then that whooooole bar scene, that he has then entered the bargaining and depression stages.

Because the truth is, q!charlie doesn’t actually want to kill anyone (except Mariana lolll), he especially doesn’t want to kill any of the eggs! All he wanted was to be a good dad. And I think that that’s part of the reason he as a character failed so hard to actually tangibly hurt anyone during this stream. He was a mess, crying screaming yelling clawing trying to do something, anything to save his daughter. Anything to fix it all. That scene of him failing to break into Phil’s house haunts me.

But I think there’s something especially tragic that before Juanaflippa, q!charlie probably was the kind of character to hurt others without caring, he seemed to have no idea about empathy or healthy relationships before her thats for sure. He’s literally already killed TWO eggs before this, so causally and with such ease. But his love for his daughter improved him, and it changed him, and it made him just enough of a better person that when that daughter was taken from him, suddenly even to save her he can’t fucking do it anymore.

I also really appreciate how everyone else on the server reacted to him too. They didn’t at all treat him like some big bad scary villain like I originally would I’ve expected. Sure they were understandably wary and protective, but every single one of them weren’t so much angry at him as… WORRIED for him. And it really helped put it in perspective that this isn’t some guy going on a hashtag villain arc, but immersed me in oh fuck. This is a guy that just lost his daughter. And all his friends and fellow parents know. And they aren’t scared of him, they’re concerned for him. They aren’t full of fear… but pity. Because they know. They know what he’s just lost. And they understand. And they’re trying to be there for him.

And Charlie despite all the grand speeches and diabolical plots and not so carefully placed land mines… doesn’t really care how he gets Juanaflippa back, as long as she’s with him again.

Just man,,,, the way Charlie performed this character’s grief is so fucking stellar and SO fucking excruciating. The part that genuinely broke me was in that photo scene when he said: “i'm sorry flippa... i thought i could change something- i thought i could undo it, thought i could make it right... now i see that there's no way this can be made right...” which already fucking ow ow OW and clearly him finally exiting denial/anger straight into depression but then he whispers THIS FUCKING BIT: “it wasnt even on purpose… i know that... it doesnt make it better… what do i do juanaflippa?” LIKE FUCK!!!! FUCK!!!! OKAY!!!!!

Anyway massive props to everyone for the rp today but ESPECIALLY charlie for this agonisingly accurate and visceral depiction of grief that I somehow was NOT expecting. I thought we were going to get villain arc egg massacre angst and instead we got father mourning his daughter trying futilely to do anything to bring her back angst. I’m never fucking recovering from this one.

#qsmp #q!charlie #q!slimecicle #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp analysis #fizz character thoughts #juanaflippa #el mariana #qsmp spoilers

[skamenglishsubs]

Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 3, Episode 1

Season 3 picks up a short while after the jubilee speech by Wilhelm. Both Wilhelm and Sara have been absent from school for a noticeable amount of time, so maybe a week or two later? The show isn't very diligent in ensuring a perfect timeline, but this would put us in early March perhaps? Anyway, we're off to the castle for a meeting to deal with the fallout of Wilhelm's speech and Sara reporting the video to the police.

Subtext: The Queen is so pissed she's not even looking at her son, a reversal from the opening to season 2, when Wilhelm was pretty pissed at his mom.

Subtext: This is probably the first time that Wilhelm gets a hint that the Queen is seriously ill.

Cinematography: Same procedure as last season! Every season opens with a fourth wall break where Wilhelm stares in to the camera during the opening titles, defiant as ever.

Culture: For practical reasons the end of season 2 was filmed in April 2022, while the beginning of season 3 was filmed in February 2023. That said, the spring in Sweden can be pretty fickle, and it's not uncommon to have surprise snowfall as late as April. If you want a cinematographic interpretation of this scene, it's supposed to show how cold and unwelcome Simon feels arriving at the royal palace.

Cinematography: In reality, the monarch would be the last one entering a meeting after everyone else has arrived, but having Simon arrive like this makes it look more like he's entering a court of justice or some kind of disciplinary meeting. It's of course not a coincidence that the royal family represented by Jan-Olof is all on one side of the table, while everyone who has been causing them problems is on the other side.

Subtext: Jan-Olof is trying to minimize the video, by using "so-called", and by calling it an intimate video and not a porn video. However, for something to fall under the definition of "revenge porn", it's enough to depict people in an intimate situation, it doesn't have to meet the much higher threshold for when it's considered actual pornography, so he's at least admitting that it was an illegal video.

Culture: Nordiska Motståndsrörelsen is unfortunately a real organization of actual neo-nazi white supremacists in Sweden, with offshoots in neighbouring countries.

Lost in translation: The subtitles are struggling here, it's "piss person" in one, and "shitty person" in the other. The former is literally what they're saying in Swedish, but the latter is probably the better expression in English.

Also, we've been told that August's stepdad, Rickard, is one of Sweden's best lawyers. What that means is that he is probably a well-known criminal defence lawyer, and has probably been handling the defence in high-profile cases, and if you're defending obviously guilty criminals, you tend to get a lot of shit from the media and people in general, even though what you're doing is necessary for a fair justice system. This sounds like his way of dealing with that.

Culture: It's a pet peeve of mine that no-one seems to know that the name of the Swedish currency in English is kronor, not crowns. Simon is getting 1.2 million kronor, which amounts to about 105,000€ or $115,000.

Subtext: Linda isn't wrong, they're being strong-armed here. They have some sort of legal counsel, and they wouldn't have to pay any trial costs even if they don't win, but they can't afford to match the resources that August's stepdad can bring, and might get nothing in the end.

Culture: We don't know what Årnäs looks like or how large the estate is, but a quick check shows that you can buy a typical manor house and some farmland in Sweden for tens of millions of kronor. However, the amount of land that some of the other guys were boasting about at the Society party in season 1 would be worth several hundreds of millions of kronor, so it's unlikely that Årnäs is as large as that, because August would have a lot more options if his total net worth was in that ballpark.

Culture: Realistically, Simon isn't wrong. Even if August was convicted on all points, he wouldn't be sentenced harshly because of his age, because he's a first-time offender, and because it's a non-violent crime. He would most likely just be fined a large amount of money and ordered to pay damages, so settling isn't that bad.

Cinematography: The low winter sun creates some lovely golden light, so we know we're in for some sweet love between the boys. Another detail is the difference in how they're dressed and how they're carrying themselves. Wilhelm is tall and proud, he's at home, he's in a suit, he's sure of himself, while Simon is the guest, the intruder, and is almost shrinking away in his oversized purple shirt and jeans. Yes, yes, colour theory, I know.

Subtext: A nice little flashback to season 1 when Wilhelm said the same thing when he visited Simon's place.

Lost in translation: Simon is actually saying "Var det såhär i din dröm?" - "Was it like this in your dream?", which is a reference to the rather steamy dream Wilhelm had at the start of season 2, when he was lying in this exact bed.

Subtext: Absolutely no-one is fooled, everyone knows our two idiot boys were sucking each other's face a minute ago.

Subtext: Both Linda and the Queen are hearing about their sons' awful behaviour for the first time at this meeting. Linda had no idea Simon had been dealing drugs, and Kristina had no idea Wilhelm threatened August with a gun.

Culture: I have no idea here. There's no real-world example for this in Sweden, you can't put someone into the line of succession by giving them a title. The show is just hand-waving this. Alright. Ok. Fine.

Culture: All adults in the line of succession can be called upon to be acting Head of State, if the monarch is indisposed or on vacation or something. This means that once Wilhelm is 18, he would occasionally have to step in and do the job, even though he's not king yet. If there are no royals available for this, the duty falls to the speaker of the house, Riksdagens Talman.

Cinematography: We're returning to Hillerska after the episode intro at the royal palace, so we're treated to a little montage of what those gosh darn rich kids have been up to in the meanwhile, so here's a horse to remind us that some of them are still riding! This is the only horse we'll be seeing this season, because the show really isn't about Rousseau after all.

Subtext: Madison is doing Tarot, and she's got Three of Wands reversed and Four of Wands reversed. The first one represents obstacles and lack of progress, and the second one represents home conflict, instability, and lack of support. A bit on the nose, don't you think?

Subtext: It's true, but the show is also calling out itself for the somewhat inconsistent weather we've been seeing due to actual shooting schedules.

Culture: Graduating gymnasiet in Sweden has a bunch of elements that are the same pretty much across the country, and then there are regional differences and individual school differences. I recognize only a few of the things Fredrika rattles off, but it makes sense that a place like Hillerska has a ton of traditions.

Subtext: All the girls have noticed that Felice isn't doing too great, but Madison appears to be the only one that actually cares. Fredrika still hasn't stopped talking about all the crap the third-years are gonna do, because that's apparently more exciting. However, the trucks she's talking about are pretty common, this is what we in Sweden call a Studentflak.

@hanna-kin wrote a long post on Swedish graduation traditions, and I reblogged and added some stuff here: https://www.tumblr.com/skamenglishsubs/684659770007961600/its-that-time-of-the-year-again-and-if-season-2

Culture: It seems Minou isn't the head of PR for the royal court anymore, this is Farima, and we've actually seen her all the way back in season 1 when she was instructing Wilhelm to smile more in the photographs. Either way, it seems like she's got a promotion, and she's probably not wrong in her assessment. A bunch of old farts would balk at the idea of the monarch being in a same-sex relationship, but a lot of others would see it is proof that the monarchy can change with the times. There were quite a lot of fans in Team Monarchy after all. 👑🌈

Lost in translation: Linda actually says "Du har utegångsförbud", which means curfew. Grounding kids isn't really a thing in Sweden, to us it's some kind of weird thing that only happens in American teen shows, along with detention. What the fuck even is that?

Subtext: Unlike in season 1, Simon now consistently speaks Swedish at home to his mom, further showing us how distant he is from her, and from himself to some extent.

Lost in translation: Linda actually calls Sara a "hemmasittare", which is a Swedish term used for kids who simply refuse to attend school, typically for mental health reasons. What to do about the problem is a hotly debated political issue, and let's leave it at that.

Subtext: This is how the culture of secrecy and solidarity against outsiders work at schools like this. Everyone is abused, everyone participates in abusing younger students, and everyone is told to shut up about it. Every house guards their "secret" initiations to outsiders, to foster loyalty to each other, to your house, and to the school. It's cult behaviour 101.

Cinematography: The show does it's usual trick with the sound design where all outside noise disappears as Simon and Wilhelm retreat into their little bubble, but there are still people in the frame this time, even though we can't hear them, because this time they're snogging in public. Oh, and everyone needs to update their colour theory, new colours dropped, pink and orange, what does it all mean??!?

Blink and you miss it: The list of activities for the point hunt includes:

Tattoo "Hillerska 4-life" on your arm.

Take a selfie at the back of a police car.

Give someone a buzz cut.

Dance the balloon dance in public.

Sext a teacher.

Get a piercing somewhere.

Blink and you miss it: I love Vincent so much, he's just the worst. Oh, and it looks like he's wearing a $2000 Valentino sweater, but I'm not 100% certain.

Subtext: Neither Ayub nor Rosh agrees with Simon when he says he's gonna reply to idiots online, but unfortunately they're not telling him off, because that would lead to less drama in the season.

Blink and you miss it: Ayub and Rosh are talking about going on a hike to Talludden with their school, Marieberg, which is why we're gonna encounter them out in the woods in the next episode. Spoiler alert!

Subtext: Wilhelm puts up the first stanza of a poem by Karin Boye called The Shield Maiden. In English, the poem goes: I dreamed about swords last night. I dreamed about battle last night. I dreamed I fought by your side armoured and strong, last night.

Blink and you miss it: Wilhelm's desk has a ton of stuff, but he's also kept the broken frog prince snowglobe, and he's still got Erik's lighter and cigarette case from season 2.

Lost in translation: The comment in Swedish uses the word "bögar", which isn't quite as offensive as "fags". However, it's more offensive than "gays", so I understand why the subtitles went with this choice. It's one of those words that is offensive or not depending on context, and it's certainly offensive in this one.

Subtext: The soundtrack is on point as usual, highlighting the animosity between Wilhelm and August.

Blink and you miss it: Someone ordered a Horse Girl Desk™ from the props department, and they sure delivered all the horsey things! The book is the Swedish edition of Not on a White Horse by Nancy Springer:

From the day twelve-year-old Rhiannon spots a lost white Arabian gelding in the woods near her small Pennsylvania mining town, her life finds a focus as she learns to deal with family problems and decides the direction her life will take.

As you do.

Subtext: As a throwback to season 1, this time it's Sara's turn to make a surprise visit at their dad's. He is surprised and starts cleaning up his place, but he seems to be in better shape than when Simon originally turned up. His place is just messy, there are no signs of drinking and smoking unlike last time we saw him.

Culture: Who goes to New York to suntan? No-one sane, but sun-starved Scandinavians get a bit of cabin fever after a long dark winter.

Culture: Fake IDs aren't really a thing in Sweden, you're allowed to legally drink at 18, and underage kids are much more likely to have an older friend or sibling or alcoholic parent buy them some booze for a private party instead. Sure, they exist, but equipping your friend group with a bunch of fake IDs to go clubbing is not how it's done.

Subtext: Simon drew a heart on Wilhelm's hand and suggested he get that as a tattoo. Wilhelm objected because he's "not allowed to" as a royal, but here he is, redrawing it on himself, almost as if he's toying with the thought, defying the rules.

Subtext: Simon doesn't know anything about the initiations since he's a lowly external student, and even though they're boyfriends, Wilhelm automatically tries to play it down. He knows it's true though, he doesn't question that, he just doesn't want Simon to know about it because it's humiliating to talk about it.

Cinematography: A++ Main Villain Entry Walk.

Culture: The Swedish Schools Inspectorate is a very real government agency that has the very real power to shut down schools that are mismanaged in any way, either academically, or socially.

Culture: Just a quick reminder that every single third-year student is 18 or 19 years old at this point in time, and therefore they are legal adults, which means the school has less authority over them. However, since it's a boarding school, they can enact and enforce regulations for boarders, and kick them out from their houses if they disobey the rules, which effectively kicks them out of the school while technically not doing that.

Cinematography: I love the camera angle here where we just about see Vincent giving Wilhelm the evil eye for indirectly causing this.

As a closing note, this season felt a lot less subtexty to me, compared to previous seasons. On the other hand, a recurring theme now is the airing of secrets, of exposing the systems that create toxic environments like this, so in line with the theme, a lot of characters are voicing things that were left unsaid in previous seasons.

#young royals #young royals subtext #young royals analysis #young royals season 3

[sophie-frm-mars]

I'm not sure how much people are talking about Aaron Bushnell having engaged with online leftist media, but the records show that they were a viewer of a bunch of different twitch streams, including mine, and subscribed to a bunch of patreons, including mine. I'm not going to inflate my importance here, the livestream link was sent directly to Talia Jane and Anark, so those are probably the voices Bushnell felt the most connected to and followed the most directly, like idk if they also subscribed to someone's patreon after watching a video abt Cars 2 or whatever, I'm not trying to examine whether social media drove the self immolation because I think that's disrespectful to the memory of someone who literally died screaming Free Palestine. I don't personally know of any leftist creators who directly advocate political suicide, and I know that we all share in the political understanding that underscored Bushnell's decision.

I've already made a point of telling my patreon server that my politics are about growing into each other and supporting one another and that if anyone asked me if I thought they should do what Bushnell did I would say no absolutely not.

I'm ruminating a bit on the nature and meaning of the protest, because a lot of people are engaging with the image of a man in fatigues on fire, standing proud and declaring "FREE PALESTINE", while I've seen others talking about the fact Bushnell's username on several platforms was LillyAnarKitty, mourning the loss of a potential trans sister, talking in depressive terms about the act of suicide, to which I think the people who are engaging in the more macho interpretation of the protest are saying "no it was cool and masculine, it wasn't suicide in the conventional sense it was about principle!" I think there's room for plenty of both. For the record LillyAnarKitty used he and she pronouns in discord servers.

Andreas Malm's approach to self-sacrifice and self-endangerment is that we as subjects of the imperial core are in a sense, precious. Valuable. We are supposedly what it is all for. The imperialist project must be doing it for the citizens of the imperialist nations because if it isn't, then it has to nakedly admit that it is doing it all for the intense power and wealth consolidation of a tiny tiny number of soulless ghouls. Therefore when we put ourselves in harm's way in a way that says you would have to destroy me to get to the thing I care about, we leverage the implicit value of ourselves for our principles. A planned protest by Palestine Action against the London Stock Exchange was allegedly going to involve locking the actionists' necks onto the mechanism of the door into the LSE making it impossible to enter or leave without probably killing them, for example. I think that Bushnell's self immolation sits on a sort of dissonance, my life is precious and my life is worthless. My life is precious and so you should care about the obvious tragedy that I am enacting and my life is worthless if thousands upon thousands of Palestinians are killed as part of the project that enables the life that I lead.

There is also the way that people have debated the meaning of "complicit in genocide" - Bushnell worked in USAF Intelligence and the US has active troops in Palestine, it's possible that they were already culpable in an unknowable number of deaths without having set foot there.

In one sense it's a little pointless to debate the fine details of the meaning of Bushnell's protest in the same way that it's pointless to pick over any feelings of responsibility that I and I know other people that we know they watched are feeling. When I first saw the video I was struck by the language, by their concise and astute analysis and I knew, without knowing just how closely that they were plugged into the same intellectual and political milieu as us. In that same sense I think that they already described what they did the best that any of us are going to be able to:

“My name is Aaron Bushnell. I am an active-duty member of the United States Air Force, and I will no longer be complicit in genocide.”

“I’m about to engage in an extreme act of protest. But compared to what people have been experiencing in Palestine at the hands of their colonizers, it’s not extreme at all. This is what our ruling class has decided will be normal.”

"Free Palestine."

[yallemagne]

Dracula like, this kid's been in a coach of terror all day and I kept driving him into circles and he kept drifting off and he was scared out if his mind and he waited an hour outside the door in the cold. I'll have chicken with sides prepared next to the hearth and he'll be putty in my hands.

And the worst part is that he's right.

Jonathan graciously accepts the Count's hospitality. It is reassuring to him, and he feels his worries melt away as he slowly winds down from the hectic journey he just weathered.

The light and warmth and the Count's courteous welcome seemed to have dissipated all my doubts and fears.

But... if there is any reassurance to derive from this... putty is only so easily moldable when you play with warm hands.

...he moved impulsively forward, and holding out his hand grasped mine with a strength which made me wince, an effect which was not lessened by the fact that it seemed as cold as ice—more like the hand of a dead than a living man.

Jonathan is willing to power through his weariness, but he's not blind to the fact there is something very wrong with the Count. He's just unwilling to broach the subject, he hopes he shall not have to, that he'll get his work done and go home to Mina, making his stressful business trip seem like nothing more than a bizarre dream. In the meantime, he will take comfort in the Count's odd geniality.

But JESUS I SHOULD REALLY TALK ABOUT THE COUNT! SORRY!

Dracula relishes in this. The shame of being a boyar with no staff or subjects and having to do all the work himself is outweighed by the thrill of pulling the wool over an innocent lamb's eyes and leading him to slaughter. Even as Jonathan notices all the little things wrong (we were simply going over and over the same ground again–– for a moment I doubted if it were not the same person to whom I was speaking––his breath was rank––), he cannot voice any of his concerns, and Dracula takes full advantage of this. From the very start, he is gloating:

"Ah, sir, you dwellers in the city cannot enter into the feelings of the hunter." 

This is the Count's hunt.

I decided to wait till today to answer because May 7 provides more of Dracula's perspective. He's been planning this trip to England for a while, as evidenced by his numerous books and just how perfectly he speaks English. But he's unsatisfied with his speech. He knows it makes him unfamiliar, a stranger. When he travels to London, he wants to blend in as one of the sheep, such is his excuse for requiring his solicitor to come to him. He intends to use Jonathan as a study for what to expect of the faraway land he longs to conquer. And, in the meantime, he shall also teach Jonathan the ways of his land.

When I go there I shall be all alone, and my friend Harker Jonathan—nay, pardon me, I fall into my country's habit of putting your patronymic first—my friend Jonathan Harker will not be by my side to correct and aid me.

This "mistake" appears very intentional. By addressing Jonathan according to his country's rules, he, however passively, asserts his superiority over him. Think when someone gets your name wrong on purpose, it's a tactic used to deny you ownership of yourself. I'm not prescribing this intent to anyone who makes a mistake like this, but Dracula speaks in such a measured way that I doubt he truly slipped up. It's so small of an inconvenience in this case that Jonathan voices no thoughts on the matter. But Dracula is priming him for his stay in Castle Dracula. As Jonathan teaches him the way of the Englishman, Dracula shall teach him the way of the Transylvanian peasant. Quite literally when he speaks of the blue flames.

"Why, even the peasant that you tell me of who marked the place of the flame would not know where to look in daylight even for his own work. Even you would not, I dare be sworn, be able to find these places again?" "There you are right," I said. "I know no more than the dead where even to look for them."

Such an obvious HINT! It's another "for the dead travel fast". Jonathan acknowledges "only the dead would know where to look", and Dracula just goes "...anyway--"

Dracula does not hesitate to drop hints about his nature. Oh, he cannot live in a new house? He would die in a new house? He travels to England in search of newer, broader horizons, but he does not wish to stand out. He intends to insert himself into the history of London, becoming one of England's many ghosts, once more a master but of a different people who don't know the danger he poses. Right now, Jonathan can find nothing wrong with this–

I felt that it was getting very late indeed, but I did not say anything, for I felt under obligation to meet my host's wishes in every way.

–and again, he is bound by the Count's good graces. Dread creeps in his mind and he thinks of death as morning sneaks up on him.

They say that people who are near death die generally at the change to the dawn or at the turn of the tide; any one who has when tired, and tied as it were to his post, experienced this change in the atmosphere can well believe it.

Dracula keeps him awake through sunset and sunrise, forcing him to experience the change in atmosphere and foreshadowing his plans for him. He's playing with his food in a way Jonathan doesn't consciously but subconsciously recognizes.

#update #people ask me things #dracula #dracula daily #jonathan harker #count dracula #may 7 #re: dracula

[heartfullofleeches]

Clown Reader and the monster yan scientist introduced to their show to teach it about the world -

You enter the dimly lit patted cell with your hands against the wall as the metal door slams shut behind you. The stale air is pungent - acidic. Your nails chip at wearing paint as they scrape along the crevices in the walls as you stumble through the dark, tripping over your own signed merch and what you will yourself to believe are plastic dolls. The sole source of light in the room emits from a television in its far right corner. Matted hair and skeletal fingers obscure the familiar vibrant set on display - your own, chipper voice reverberating throughout the hollow prison.

"Now, I want you to close your eyes, wrap your arms around your chest, and give a biiiig squeeze. That's me, hugging you! - until next time. See you soon!"

The hands peel away from the tv with a wet sliick! as the arms attached fall around its shadowed frame. A tiny doll rests nestled in the crook of its elbow as the shadow rasps and coos in delight - lengthy, slime drenched ashen tongue patting the toy's rosy cheek. The teeth embedded into the muscle flattened againat the doll's face as it drags across - retracting into the grey flesh and leaving the plush exterior unscathed. You step back; beady, sunken eyes darting in your direction as your foot lands on the voicebox stitched into the stomach of one of your dolls.

"Cuddle me!"

The shadow drops to all four, cradling the arm with your doll to its chest. You soon realize it's number of limbs was double by three as five hands find perch on parts of your body. A growl rumbles in its throat and through your teeth, but as its jaws draw towards your neck it stops to sniff your skin. The creature looks between you and the doll in its hand, chittering softly as its eyes switch between the mini you and the real thing. You crack a smile, blinking tears from your eyes.

"H-hey, big guy! My friends out there tell me you're a fan, and from the looks of you, you might be the biggest! What's your name?"

The creatures hisses return with vengeance at the mention of others, but break into gentle purrs at the acknowledgment of being your greatest fan. It lets you go, searching around and plucking something off the breast pocket of one of those dolls you saw earlier. It licks the rectangle clean of the viscous fluid staining its frontside. It shoves the nametag in your face, tapping its claws against the plastic.

"Kevin? Your name is Kevin?"

The creature coos again, nodding its head before dipping in to sweep its tongue cross your cheek. Your smile becomes a little more genuine as you wipe your face on your sleeve. You extend your arms as it drops the doll and holds out theirs. "It's nice to meet you, Kevin."

Crackposts because yes:

Clown Reader, pointing at the scientists hiding behind thick glass: Kevin, can you tell me who this is?

Kevin, growling: Sinclair....

Clown Reader: Right! [Points at themselves] Who am I?

Kevin: Spouse.

Clown Reader: It's Y/n, actually

Kevin: Mine.

Clown Reader: Y/n

Kevin: Love.

-

Clown Reader: Ok, gang! Hope you're all ready to meet the new member to our crew.

Clown Reader, walks back stage and pulls a paper mask over Kevin's head: Alright, Kev! This is your first show. If you be good, we can do all tons of stuff together. Remember our number one rule?

Kevin: No biting. No scratching. No eating. Smile and wave

Clown Reader: Wonderful! Well, we can't keep them waiting any longer

[Clown Reader leads Kevin outside who immediately side eyes a literal puppet, pointing at its sockets before pointing down at it. The puppet silently sinks below the table.]

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Comfort - Cassian Pt.2

Part 1

Warnings: none. cuteness overload :D

*35 years later*

"Cassian can you please take your feet off the table? We eat there." I smacked his leg and took a seat beside him to eat lunch.

He groaned and obeyed, putting his feet on the ground. "Gimme a bite." He pointed to the sandwich I had just made. I haven't even taken a bite of it yet.

"You just ate like, 3 minutes ago." I took a bite of my sandwich, glaring at him. I swear he is always hungry.

"Yours looks better than mine," he whined like a child.

I looked over at Azriel who was sitting across from us. He'd already finished his lunch and was reading a book at the table.

"Azriel did you not give the dog a treat after lunch?" Azriel lifted his eyes from his book, humor in them.

"That was rude," Cassian replied.

"Let the girl eat her lunch in peace," Azriel defended me, going back to his book.

I stuck my tongue out at Cassian and then took another bite of my sandwich. He was glaring at me but I could see the mischief behind his glare. I'm in trouble.

"Ask the house to-" I stopped my sentence. The air grew cold and eerie. Still, everything went so very still.

Azriel and Cassian felt it too, sitting up straight in their chairs. Something was different. We could all feel it.

There was a thud from the balcony. As if something jumped onto it, or someone landed on it.

Azriel and Cassian stood up simultaneously, grabbing their weapons. Their siphons glowing as they listened around.

Who the hell just landed at the House of Wind? No one can get up here unless they have wings. The Illyrians wouldn't dare to step foot up here. It can't be Mor, she's suppose to be in the Hewn City all day.

Azriel's shadows swirled around him, informing him of whatever just entered our house. My heart plummeted as I saw the color drain from Azriel's face.

"What's wrong? Who's here?" I shot to my feet. I was almost tempted to grab one of the daggers at Cassian's hip. If Azriel was scared then-

"I was expecting some open arms, not swords and daggers."

I don't think I ever turned around so quickly in my life.

Rhysand. Rhys. My brother. He's home. He's here, he's alive.

My knees buckled and I would have fallen to the ground if Cassian had not caught me.

My hand covered my mouth, silencing the sob that escaped me, tears poured out my eyes.

I beat Cassian and Azriel to him first, wrapping my arms around his neck so tightly. I held on for life, afraid this was a dream and the second I let go he would be gone. But I could feel him, smell him. He's here, home.

His arms stay wrapped around me as I placed my hands on his face, looking him over.

"Are you hurt?" I didn't dare ask if he was okay. How could he ever be okay from what ever torture she put him through?

"I'm alright," he replied. No signs of injury or bruises. But he was so very pale. Years away from sunlight would do that to you.

"I can't believe you are here." I wiped the tears from his cheeks, he did the same to me.

I wrapped my arms around him once more, kissing the top of his head a few times.

I didn't want to let him go but I know Azriel and Cassian would want their time with him.

The second I stepped from his embrace Cassian replaced me, literally picking Rhys off the floor and spinning him around.

"If you do not put me down I cannot promise that I will not puke on you," Rhys's laugh sent warmth through my body. I never thought I'd hear that again.

It didn't feel real. The days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and the fact that Rhys was here still felt like a dream.

Amarantha was dead. Feyre saved us all, Rhys's mate. Rhys's mate... He has a mate. Who's marrying someone else. He showed us her. Showed us all she did. His face lit up telling us the story about her killing the wyrm.

It's been 3 months and I am savoring every last bit of it.

***

"You're different, sister." Rhys stared at me from across the room. He sat at his desk as I lounged in the chair in his bedroom. We did this often. This was where we always had our deep talks or hashed things out if we were upset. He would do work at his desk and I would occupy my time in the chair by reading or writing. 

"I'm happy. You're finally home." I looked up from the hat I was knitting, another thing I picked up in the 50 years he was gone. 

The smile faded off his face as he looked down at his hands. "Mor told me..."

"Whatever she told you, is in the past. Everything is good, now you're home. I'm good, I promise." Though I looked away from him I could feel the guilt in him from across the room. "Enough with the sadness, please."

"Fine, you don't want to talk about it. I'll respect that. Is there anything you do want to talk about?" His voice was hinting. There's no way he knows. We haven't.... well not since he got back. That was my decision. 

"Like what?" I didn't dare look up at him.

"Hey, you guys down for Rita's tonight?" Gods his timing was the worse. Of course Cassian had to come in and interrupt now.

Rhys and I made eye contact. He had a stupid smirk on his face. He knew... How did he know?

"Cass, please join us. We were actually just about to have a chat." Rhys pointed to his bed for Cassian to take a seat. 

Cassian went to take a seat, completely oblivious to the situation. "No, leave." He froze in his spot, looking at Rhys and me confused.

"Cassian, take a seat. As your High Lord, I order you." I could smack that stupid smug smile off his face.

"You can't do that." I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. Pulling this High Lord card... I should smack him up side the head.

"Can and just did, sit."

Cassian took and seat and glanced between at Rhysand and I, who were having a stare off. 

"Cassian..." Rhys began, now looking at him. Cassian was trying to play it cool but I noticed the sweat beginning to form on his forehead. My heart was racing a hundred miles an hour, no doubt my brother could hear it too. "Are you sleeping with my sister?"

"Oh my gods, really Rhys?" I shot up from my seat. I felt the lie on my tongue, "Cassian and I are not-"

"We're together, yes. We have been for a while now. We take care of each other, watch out for one another. You can be mad at me, beat the shit out of me but I don't give a fuck." Cassian stood back up, no longer looking at Rhys but now me. "400 years I have loved her. 35 years I have been utterly, hopelessly in love with her."

Silence all around. I was shocked he admitted that right away. I mean we were caught, it was gonna be hard to lie to him. Cassian was standing up for us and here I was gawking like a complete idiot.

"Cassian and I are mates," I admitted to my brother nervously, but proudly. "I am madly in love with him. We wish to be mated and married but only with your permission."

That smirk had faded from my brothers face the minute Cassian spoke. His face was blank of emotion and he was silent for a while.

"This is not what I was expecting." He spoke. He crossed his arms over his chest. He looked mad but he was silent again for a while. "Fine. You have my blessing. But I'm still kicking your ass for hitting on my sister." He stood up a punched Cassian in the shoulder and then came and wrapped his arms around me which automatically relaxed me.

He placed his hands on either sides of my face, forcing me to stare into his eyes. The eyes we shared from our father. 

Are you sure? He spoke to me in my mind. My shields were down for him the second he wrapped his arms around me.

I nodded and replied to only him, I've never experienced this type of happiness before.

His face softened as a single tear rolled down my face, and he wiped it away. He was always the one to wipe away my tears. He placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled away.

"Just don't show it around me," he shivered and I rolled my eyes.

"Rhys I'd like to request some time off work," Cassian said with a smirk, looking me up and down.

"I hate this already. Get out of my face." He waved us off.

Cassian held his hand out to me which I gladly took as we ran out of Rhys's room. The second we were out of earshot, to spare Rhys, Cassian's hands and lips were all over me.

"I'm never waiting that long ever again. It was pure torture not to kiss you, to hold you, to touch you," Cassian growled in my ear. 

"I know, I'm sorry." I brought his lips back to mine. "Never again."

"Are we doing this?" He whispered, out of breath.

"Meet me at the cabin in an hour." I stepped out of reach from him, a big smile on my face.

"An hour?" He groaned. 

"One hour and then... you'll have me for eternity." I stepped forward and kissed his lips once more, in a slow and achingly long kiss. "I love you. One hour." Then I winnowed away. 

A/N cute little ending :) hope you guys liked it!

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THE WOLF KING - A BANG CHAN SERIES

PREVIOUS NEXT

CHAPTER FIVE: HONEY AND ROSES

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab! Reader

Theme: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Fantasy AU, Werewolf!Chan, MDNI

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: Long before you were born the war between the ever knew the true cause of it, but humans were forbidden to ever enter the woods that bordered their lands. But you were never one to follow laws, you had always felt drawn to the beauty of the woods and never have you once felt in danger there. One day you come across a large black wolf watching you in the distance. It never approached you, but it watched you as you would lay against a tree in the sunlight and read your favorite books. From that moment on you would always see it, watching you. You felt as if it was protecting you. You would smile at it and never dare go near it. Little did you know, that the wolf who watched you carefully, was not just any wolf, but also a man, the man they called the wolf king.

A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work! Let me know if you wish to be on the tagged list.

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt someone kiss your forehead. You blushed as you looked up to see Chan looking at you softly. He ran his fingers through your hair and smiled. “Morning my love.” He whispered softly as he caressed your cheek. You leaned into his touch and smiled brightly.

“Morning handsome.” You whispered before pulling him close. You pressed your lips to his in a soft kiss as he held you tightly as he melted into you. He kissed back passionately and nipped at your lips, earning a soft whimper from you.

“Don’t love.” He whispered softly into your lips. “You’re going to make it extra hard for me to leave you today.” You looked up at him sadly and nuzzled your face in his neck.

“I don’t want you to go.” You whispered as you kissed his neck. “Please don’t leave.” He sighed as he held you tightly.

“I want to make sure your father gets here safe and unharmed, I also want to gain his trust. Show him that even though I am not human, I am a man who wants to love and treasure his daughter forever.” You sighed softly and kissed his lips gently.

“I’m going to miss you so much.” You whispered softly.

“I will too, but remember you have the boys to take care of you.” He whispered softly. “Maybe you should spend time with Changbin while I’m gone.” He said softly and caressed his cheek. You blushed and bit your lip, you were aware thanks to Chan that most of the boys not only wanted you when they were in their ruts, but just in general and that Changbin was too nervous and shy to say anything about it.

“Are you sure?” You asked softly. “You wouldn’t be upset?”

“No my love, I have no problem with you loving all of them because I know you will always come back to me.” He said softly. “That I will always be yours and you will always be mine.”

“Always.” You whispered. “Promise you’ll come back to me as soon as you can.” You pleaded. He nodded and kissed you softly.

“I’ll be back soon, I promise you and we will prove to your father that what we have is more than just an arranged marriage.”

When you watched him leave with his men, along with Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin, you struggled to not cry. You ended up I the garden, trying to distract yourself by looking at the beautiful flowers in the garden. As you admired the beautiful rose bushes a pair of onyx eyes watched you softly from a distance.

“Just to talk to her you fool. Chan literally said that you could be with her while he was gone.” Jisung whispered as he pushed at him towards your direction but Changbin wouldn’t budge. “Stop staring at her like a love sick fool and go be with her!” Changbin gulped and looked to Jisung before letting out a shaky breath.

“What if I fall for her?” He asked quietly.

“Chan is perfectly okay with that. Have you seen Hyunnie? He won’t even look at anyone else anymore. Chan knows that we all seem to have a special connection to her and he’s okay with that. She seems more than okay with that as well. Just please go, I can’t handle you watching her like a lost pup anymore.”

With those words Changbin only nodded and slowly walked into the garden as Jisung watched with a grin before leaving you both to give some form of privacy. Changbin stared at you for a moment, admiring you as you looked at the flowers. His heart was fluttering wildly just from the sight of you. From the moment he saw you he had been enchanted by you. But once he smelled your scent it was all over for him. For pretty much him and anyone else in the group.

When he had heard the way you sounded while Hyunjin had his way with you it took all his will power to not barge in and steal you from him. Every moment you were near all he wanted to do was take you in his arms and make you cry out his name. So when Chan told him he wanted you to be with him while he was gone. He was more than ecstatic.

“Y/n.” He called softly. When your eyes locked with his and he saw a blush creep up to your cheeks he almost lost all control. The fact that you blushed for him drove him mad with need. Drove his wolf mad. He walked up to you and looked over at the roses.

“The garden is truly beautiful isn’t it?” You asked quietly as you tried to stop your heart from pounding, something you were quite sure he could hear.

“Very beautiful.” He whispered. But he wasn’t talking about nor looking at the flowers. He reached up and caressed your cheek gently. Your eyes fluttered closed at his touch and you blushed deeply. “I’m sorry I’ve been distant for most of the day. I was just nervous.” He said quietly.

“I was nervous too.” You said quietly and looked up at him softly. “But now that you’re here I don’t feel that way. Is that strange?” He shook his head and pulled you closer.

“No, not at all.” He breathed out. “Now that you’re here. It’s hard to keep my wolf in check, keep myself in check.” He pressed his forehead to yours. You felt your whole body heat up at his words.

“You don’t have to.” You whispered softly and you could swear you saw his onyx eyes flash gold for a moment. “Changbin, if you want me. Take me.” You caressed his cheek and looked deep into his eyes. Within seconds you were laid down on the grass and gasped softly as he hovered over you. His eyes were soft, but there was a hunger and need in them. You felt his hand slowly push up the hem of your dress until your lower half was completely exposed to him. He groaned when he saw you were wearing no undergarments.

Chan had told him that you stopped wearing them because of how desperate he was to have you all the time. He thought he was just teasing him and trying to get him worked up. But he was right. His lips pressed to yours in a deep and passionate kiss. You kissed back eagerly and tangled your fingers in his hair. Not long ago you would be embarrassed and shy to do something like this out in the open. But you have learned that with Chan and Hyunjin that there was no place that they couldn’t have you.

Being here with Changbin only excited you as you both kissed each other desperately. You felt his hand brush against your wet core and you gasped softly into his lips.

“Look at you. Already dripping wet for me. I could just slip inside you right at this moment if I wanted. Would you like that?” He growled softly as he continued to kiss you hungrily. You whimpered and shook in response. He kissed down your neck and nipped at it. He knew Chan would be mad if he marked you. But God did he want to Mark every part of your body.

“Let me see you.” You begged softly. “I want to see all of you.” He moved away and began to strip himself of his tunic your eyes took in the sight of his upper body. His big broad shoulders, his strong arms and big chest. You couldn’t stop your hand from running up his chest and touching him gently. His eyes closed and his head tilted back at your touch.

You slipped a hand into his trousers and gripped at his length. Your body shook in excitement when you realized how large he was. How thick he was. His brows furrowed and whimpered loudly as you began to stroke him. The sight of him losing control at your touch was so beautiful. You could feel yourself getting wetter wondering what kind of expressions he’d make when he was inside of you.

He pushed down his trousers exposing his member and thick upper thighs to you. He rocked into your hand desperately as you continued to stroke him. The power you had over him with just the simplest touch made you excited and you wanted to see him come undone. Your thumb brushed along his slit and his body jerked at the feeling.

“Y/n.” He breathed out softly. You wrapped your small hand around him and began to pump him as you looked up at him lustily. His moans and expressions of pleasure only fueling you to continue as he struggled to keep himself above you with his arms.

“That’s it Changbin, let go for me. Let go for your Luna.” You cooed softly. Changbin mewled as he felt himself begin to throb in your hand. Soon he came undone. You felt his hot seed spill on your stomach and thighs as he cried out your name softly. You shook at the feeling and leaned up to kiss him slowly and softly. He kissed back and nipped at your lips.

“My turn.” He whispered softly. He knelt down between your legs and began to lick you clean of all the cum he spilled on you. The feeling of his tongue on your skin made you pant and whine. His band reached up and ripped open the top of your dress, exposing your breasts to him. The sight of you laying there with your legs spread wide, as you painted with need was more than enough to get him hard again.

He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked at it desperately as his fingers rubbed at your sensitive nub between your legs. You moaned softly and tangled your fingers in his hair and he growled at the smell of your arousal.

“You smell so divine when you are aroused, do you know that?” He breathed out as he kissed up your chest. “You smell like honey and roses. It’s so addicting. I have no doubt everyone can smell you right now and is aching to be where I am.” You blushed deeply and mewled softly as you felt him slip a finger inside of you. “But it’s me you want. Not them, me.” Changbin growled possessively as he curled it inside you.

“Only you.” You whimpered loudly. He smirked as he added a second finger and began to pump them at a slow pace. You moaned out his name and kissed him again. Pulling him flush against you. Your breasts rubbed against his toned chest, the feeling made you shudder. “Take me. Please.” You choked out as tears flew down your cheeks. You were aching to have him inside you.

“Not until you cum for me.” He growled out. He settled back down between your legs and dove in, sucking at your clit desperately as his fingers thrusted into you wildly. You cried out loudly and arched off the ground as your hands flew to tangle in his hair. Your legs trembled and your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself become overwhelmed with pleasure. “That's it, my beautiful rose. Let go for me.” Your body shook violently as you felt yourself tighten around him and whined his name out as you hit your peak.

He groaned as he licked you clean as you spilled out into his mouth and fingers. He pulled his fingers out and you took them to your mouth. Your eyes stared into his as you sucked them clean and he lost it. Without any warning he thrusted violently into you and you cried out as he stretched you. Your legs trembled as you felt him hit deep. He raised your hips and thrust deeper causing you both to cry out at the feeling.

“That’s it, take all of me.” He groaned. “You’re so tight my rose.” Your heart soared at the name he gave you. You pulled him close and kissed him feverishly. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight as he began to thrust into you. You moaned and cried into his lips with each thrust as you held onto him tightly. You both stared into each other's eyes as he continued to push deep inside of you. Compared to your time with Hyunjin this felt so much more intimate.

Maybe it was because of the fact that Changbin wasn’t in his rut, like Hyunjin had been. But all you could see in his eyes was love. Chan has told you compared to the others, Changbin had been smitten since the day he brought you and now that you were here in his arms watching how he gazed at you you felt your heart swell. You didn’t feel ashamed of what you felt right now. You knew Chan trusted you and trusted Changbin. You caressed his cheek as you both trembled and moaned at the pleasure you were both feeling.

“You feel so good.” You whimpered softly. “Don’t stop.” He pressed his forehead to yours as his thrusts picked up speed. Your moans intensified as you felt him hitting deep within you. “Y-Yes.” You cried softly. He nuzzled his face in your neck as he moaned loudly. You loved how vocal he was. The desperate moans that left his lips only made your core ache and want more. “Need you to fill me with your seed. Please.” You whimpered. He growled at your words and when he pulled back you could see his eyes flash gold again.

“If that’s what my rose wants. She will get it.” He pulled out of you and turned you onto your stomach. His large hands gripped your hips as pushed up your lower half. “Don’t hold in your cries. I want everyone to hear you.” He slammed deep into you and you cried loudly in delight as you felt him hit so deep in you.

Your legs shook as you dug your fingers into the grass. He pounded into you violently making you sob out at the overwhelming feeling of him hitting spots into you that made your toes curl. You sobbed out his name in delight as tears poured down your cheeks. In the corner you spotted a pair of eyes watching you, wide and dazed with lust as he hid behind a column.

“Jisung’s watching.” You whispered as your eyes locked with the younger wolf's big brown eyes.

“Let him.” He groaned softly as he held you tightly to him. “He’s been dying to be inside you just as much as I have.” You whimpered at his words as your eyes stayed locked with Jisung’s. The way he stared at you made you clench. Changbin groaned loudly and began to rub your clit. “That’s it. Cum for me.” Your eyes rolled back as you cried out and you heard the younger wolf whimper at the sight. You tightened around him as you both hit your climax. You felt Changbin’s seed fill you and whined loudly. You both collapsed on the ground and Changbin immediately pulled your shaking body close.

“You’re amazing.” He whispered as he pressed his lips to your forehead. He looked up and stared at the younger boy. “Come here.” He whispered. Jisung hesitantly came over, his eyes never leaving your body as he took in your beautiful fucked out state. “You want her don’t you?” He asked and Jisung looked at him with wide eyes.

“Yes.” He breathed out as his eyes locked with yours. “I do.” Changbin got up and picked you up bridal style.

“Not here.” He breathed out. “Let’s go.” Jisung followed you both to Changbin’s chambers. He laid you gently on the bed and stripped you of the gown he destroyed. “Strip Jisung.” He commanded softly. Your eyes fluttered over to him and watched as he stripped his clothing. You couldn’t help but be excited about having them both with you and when you took in his body and his curved member your legs spread in response as you whimpered.

“Go to her.” Changbin chuckled as he watched him. Finding it funny how the roles had reversed. Jisung hovered over you and looked into your eyes nervously. You looked up at him softly and caressed his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch.

“Kiss me.” You whispered softly. You didn’t have to say it again. His lips were on yours in seconds. The kiss was so soft and gentle. He laid flush against you as you kissed back. You felt him rock against you and whimpered softly.

“She makes the most beautiful sounds.” Jisung whispered as he pulled away and kissed along her jawline.

“She absolutely does.” Changbin agreed as he joined you both on the bed. “Why don’t you taste her?” He smirked. “She tastes divine.” Jisung whimpered at the suggestion and looked at you pleadingly. You nodded softly to let him know it was okay and he slid between your legs. Knowing you were definitely sensitive he licked at you gently and groaned at the taste of you.

You whimpered and whined as he sucked at your clit. You panted softly and arched off the bed. Changbin watched you. He could feel himself getting hard again. But he wanted Jisung to have his time with you. Jisung slipped a finger inside you as he continued to suck at your clit, making your legs shake as you gripped the sheets beneath you. His watched you in awe as he continued to please you and growled softly when Changbin began to kneed at your breast.

Jisung added another finger as he swirled his tongue around your folds and clit and you cried out as you felt him pump them quickly inside you. If he had it his way. He’d stay here forever making you cum on his tongue all night. He felt you begin to clench around him and he grinned into your core. He licked at you desperately as he continued to pump into you and watched as you arched off the bed, your legs shook violently as your orgasm hit you. But Jisung didn’t stop. He kept devouring and thrusting his fingers into you.

“Jisung please.” You whimpered. “Need you.” Jisung kissed up your stomach and nuzzled his face in your neck. You felt him push into you and you both moaned loudly. You wrapped your legs around his small waist as you clung to him.

“How is she still so tight?” He whimpered. He rocked into you slowly and gently wanting to relish in the feeling of your warmth. He kissed and nipped at your neck as he rocked deep into you making your toes curl at the feeling. “So perfect.” He whined softly.

“Harder Jisung. She can take it.” Changbin ordered softly “our Luna takes you so well.” You bushed deeply and before you could say anything you felt Jisung slam into you making you both let out a loud cry of pleasure.

“God you feel so good Y/n.” Jisung whimpered. “I want to fill you with my seed over and over.” His words made you shiver.

“Do it.” You whimpered. “I want you to please.” You begged softly. “Fill me. Both of you. Over and over. Please. I want it so badly.” Both males groaned at your words. Jisung’s hips snapped into you roughly and you felt your orgasm building. “So close. Please.” You cried softly. Jisung kissed you hungrily as he ravaged you and whined as he felt you clench around him. You both reached your orgasm and cried out loudly for each other. Jisung pulled out gently and you gasped as Changbin pulled you to him. He smirked as he taped your core with his cock teasingly.

“Is this not what you just begged us for my rose?” You whimpered and nodded. “Then don’t expect to get any sleep tonight.” He whispered.

You spent the whole night and day after with the two. By the time they were done with you, you couldn’t walk for at least a day. It was safe to say they distracted you and kept you from feeling lonely while Chan was gone.

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[a-bag-of-issues-blog]

Language in a Space Age

I've been going down the "humans are Space Orcs" rabbithole again, and a lot of it felt unsatisfying to me, so I tried my hand at whipping up a story I liked.

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It was four sols prior when the security contract with the mercenaries ended.

Three sols prior when the ship’s Captain had said Xe might know someone.

Two sols prior when we had landed on the sandy, hot planet.

And one sol prior when I had first seen a Human fight.

It was an underground fighting arena – almost literally, with only the very top of the domed structure rising out of the sand dune, its colored glass absorbing the worst of the radiation. The seating was arranged in the large, concentric rings common of many gathering places (and yet we still do not have a word in Common for it, is that not strange?), and they were packed with people and dust alike. Despite the obviously ill maintenance of the ventilation and heating, they were bearable, and I only had to remove a small amount of dust from my body coat as we ventured deeper inside.

“So, boss, who’s your mysterious benefactor?” Asked Asdelon as its left eye moved towards the Captain, the right one continuing to scan the crowd.

Our pilot was something of an outsider – from both its home culture and, perhaps, every culture it has ever entered. As a Khetansh, it was born an almost perfect clone of its progenitor, who was itself part of a set of almost perfect clones of their progenitor, like the rest of its species one way or another. And yet Asdelon has always described itself as different, in a way that the Common tongue can not express. There was a word for it, in its language – but it had never found the need to translate it, and I had never dared ask. It was one of the species that felt the need to stare at others’ eyes as it spoke, and while I would now trust it with my life, back then those large eyes and sharp teeth reminded me too much of the old cautionary stories my parents used to tell me.

Those eyes turned fully onto the Captain after some time of no response. While the scales on its face could move very little, its voice was higher and definitely sarcastic when it continued:

“Thanks for the info, boss, makes tracking this Iethid a lot easier.”

The Captain’s eyes swayed in time with his antennae, a sign of what I had begun to recognize as amusement.

“Oh, don’t scuff your scales now. I was just looking around.”

Captain Exlasl was a Xelthor, and a large one for Xirs age. Xirs outer skeleton was a slight blue and white, and Xe liked to brag that the brown stripped markings on Xirs abdomen were signs of great strength and wisdom in Xirs culture. As I did not – and do not – have much knowledge on Drugarian Xelthor culture, I never challenged Xir about that.

“And we could be helping you, if you were a little less mysterious about it.”

“Don’t worry, I think you’ll have your answer soon enough…” The translator trailed off as Xe reached up to adjust it with Xirs smaller hand, but Xirs eyes began turning towards the arena floor where the latest combatant (a Horenga, with a body coat almost identical to mine) had entered. Asdelon looked down at the combatant, and I could tell it was not impressed.

“Really? That one? I’ll give you that they’re probably a little faster than our Horenga here, but I can tell you right now they’re still more…how do you say…more words than action.”

“The Horenga has a name.” I reminded it. “And their name is Linome.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Its tongue flicked out to drag down its right eye (a method of self-cleaning that was also an expression of boredom, almost like how I and other Horengas clean our ears) and it shifted the weight on its legs. “Listen, if you’re out of ideas, then you could’ve just told us. No need to –”

The announcer’s voice called out, in a dialect of Common so blended with the local language that I could not understand a single word. A combatant walked out, and I have never felt such awe and dread so strong in a single moment before.

Humans are not rare. They are not the strongest species, or the largest species, or the toughest. But they are resilient, they are tenacious, and many are warriors.

This Human was small for her species – which meant her eyes were level with the middle of the ears of her opponent. Her skin had multiple marks on them, wounds healed from past battles in the raised and bumpy way Human skin heals, and her limbs were large and clearly muscled. Her clothes were loose and flowing, and her hands were wrapped – from the base of her digits up to the second joint of her arm. Her face, though, drew my attention.

Supposedly, Human faces change drastically as they emote – the movement of skin and muscles in the face being their primary form of expression. Since moving onto the sand, though, the Human’s face had changed as little as Asdelon’s had – even when they bowed to their opponent, even as they moved to opposite ends of the arena.

“Is that your secret weapon?” I still could not pick up on the inflections of Asdelon’s voice, but the way it moved closer to the arena showed it was interested in some way. Exlasl’s pincers clicked together quickly, amusedly – excitedly, even.

“You bet your behind it is. You’re about to meet the person that once tore off my big arm.”

That caught my attention – but the bell had already rung, and the combatants were running at each other face first already.

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The event lasted almost an entire rotation, and afterwards we still could not immediately contact the Human, because she was still being treated for her injuries. She had promised to contact us on the next rotation, though, which was good because I needed the time to prepare myself.

The brutality and relentlessness of Humans were not exaggerated. When that poor Horenga struck the Human a over and over, she simply took the blows she could not avoid, and a single direct strike to their chest was enough to end the fight. When an Asdelon walked into the ring with her, she did not flinch as she stared down those large eyes, her face did not change as her skin became torn from claw and teeth. And when a Xelthor entered…

They say human hands were not born for fighting – they are dexterous, but with no more reinforcements than the rest of their body. Yet they taught themselves ways to fight with them anyways, and trained until their bones would break stone.

And on and on and on like that she went, battle after battle, until the rotation was done when her final opponent simply dropped from the exhaustion of so many previous battles. And we were to talk to that, because she was old friend of the Captain’s and “more than willing to be violent when necessary”.

I was scared. Terrified. Multiple levels of fear beyond that which the Common tongue could not fully describe. I was pacing the doorway in front of our rented resting place because I had rested and eaten multiple times during the rotation already and felt like I might be sick if I had done any more of either. I wanted to run, and – what? Feed the stereotype that Horenga were mostly weak cowards? Abandon the Captain and Asdelon, after all they’d done for me? But – but we were about to have a Human onboard! A fleshy, hairless, skin and bones death machine –

“Hello?”

The word was in Horengian (the global version of it, anyways) and while it was clear and understandable, it sounded…wrong. Like a machine had spoken it, except the voice was very clearly…

“Human?”

That was a rude way to address her, looking back on it. She did not mind though, instead only tilting her head slightly in a…shockingly familiar expression of confusion.

“Do you…prefer…the Common language?” Despite the pauses and hesitation and the accent (or, well, the complete absence of any accent), she was easily understandable. I was, of course, afraid for my very fragile life so I did not have an answer ready for her.

Luckily for me, it was at that moment that the Captain opened the door to investigate the noise. Xirs antennae rose fully up at the sight of the human, and her mouth curled upwards as she saw Xir (a human gesture of joy, the one that didn’t involve baring teeth).

Xir didn’t even turn on his translator, simply started clicking in his native Drugarian. And she answered back in kind, pulling her lips back and finally showing clear white teeth as she clicked back at him…somehow (Humans and their terrifyingly good mimicry.) The entire conversation afterwards happened entirely in Drugarian, and I wound up serving drinks for them almost out of an absence of other things to do.

The Human did not ever take off her coat – light brown, large, almost seeming to drag her down – and every time I turned my back to her, I could feel myself being watched. When the captain went to go fetch Asdelon, she turned and looked at me directly.

“You never answered my question, earlier.”

Cornered, instantly. Like a true predator.

“Well…I don’t mind whatever language you use, really. It’s not like I particularly like our global language.”

She moved her head up and down – nodding, a gesture of understanding in some cultures. “What’s your…original language, then?”

“Oh, no need to ask, it’s not like you need to learn it to really talk anyways if we’re going to be travelling together.” Deflect, quickly. “Why do you ask, anyways? The Common language was made for this situation, wasn’t it?”

The human tilted her head, again – the lack of moving ears removes much of the subtler indications in body language, so I wasn’t sure if she was just considering me or confused. She was staring at a point above my head, which – well, I appreciated, but still.

Eventually, when she spoke again, it was slow.

“The Common language…it is what we all have in common. The one through line to unite us disparate people. But it is not…comprehensive.”

She took off her coat, then – and I almost jumped when she let it drop onto the floor, its impact as heavy as if it was filled with sand.

“There are sandbags, in my coat.” Well, that explained it. “The gravity here…it is less than that of my home. Dirt, as we call it.”

Her lips curled up, briefly, at the name.

“The rotation cycle here is different as well. The people are of course different. Yet…when I see them…many are not from this world. Many do not need bags. They need other things. Things to maintain temperature, gravity…level of water.”

Her digits were moving, again, four of them thrumming a rhythm (humans sang, of course they did, anything with a voice like that could sing) as she tried to piece together her next words.

“The Common language is the thing we have in common. That we are people is another of those. But reducing so many people to only the things they have in common…it is like reducing a galaxy to a painting. Too much is lost in translation.”

There was a moment of silence. She was staring to a point to my right. I was looking just over her head.

“…we have a saying for that. In my language. Ylimuan Horenga, I mean. It…” I could not help but chitter a little at the irony. “It doesn’t translate very well.”

She tilted her head, a small amount to the other side. When her face changed this time, a little bit of teeth was showing, but she closed her lips almost immediately to hide it.

“Could you…teach it, to me?”

Excerpts from What Is Lost Between The Words by Linome Aiklion Prinou, translated into Earth English.

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[weirdmorefics]

Angels May Escape The Flames But Witches Never Do- Crowley X reader

A/N- Aziraphale X Crowley X Reader if you squint. This is kind of the same reader/witch as one of my other Crowley one-shot but they both can be read by themselves. If you want to read more with the witch reader click here or my masterlist

Pronouns- She/Her

Hurt/Comfort

TW- Fire, Emetophobia, Concussion

Word Count- 1,232

Summary- The reader gets stuck in the bookshop when Sergeant Shadwell sets fire to it.

I was in the back of the bookshop organizing the shelves because the shop was a mess, which is understandable since we are literally entering armageddon.

I heard Aziraphale shout uncharacteristically loud "You stupid Man!"

I peeked around the shelf to see what the problem was when I saw a blue light followed by Aziraphale screaming the F-bomb if the situation wasn't so dire I think I would have found myself dying of laughter.

I see Aziraphale vanish into the light and the man looks as shocked as I do. He shouts, "Hello" then turns for the door. I ran after him "What have you done!"

"I just saved you from a nasty witch," he smiles proudly.

I scowl deeply at him, "Aziraphale was no witch! I think you also may need to check your prejudice. We are no longer living in the era of witch trials, burnings, and hangings."

He gasps, "I should have known witches always travel in covens. You are one of them!"

I should have known to not mess with a so-called witch-hunter considering many of my ancestor's pasts but I was filled with rage over what happened to Aziraphale. So I venomously spit out " What if I am a witch? What are you going to do about it!" I expected some witty comeback or some exorcism but he shocked me when he ran full force into me knocking me to the ground.

I hit my head so hard off the wood flooring my ears were ringing and I felt the air knocked out of my lungs. There was a crash behind me and he seemed to smile at the result. "Now you will go out in true witch fashion." He shouted while slamming the door behind him.

The loud slam of the door left my head ringing even louder. I tried to sit up but the ringing in my head became so loud I lurched to the side and vomited. I reluctantly had to lay back down because it seemed moving was not an option. It started to feel very hot and I wasn't sure if it was the fact that I just vomited my guts out or the concussion I so obviously had received. I moved my eyes to the side to see the unfortunate cause of the heat. It was a fire growing rapidly I would do anything to save the books, to save Aziraphale's legacy but I was becoming increasingly tired and my eyes fluttered closed.

I keep going in and out of consciousness as the fire gets hotter and hotter. My last concussion definitely did not take this long to wake up from but that one was not during a rapidly growing fire. There was no way I was getting out of this it was getting progressively harder to breathe and I could not use any spells in this state not that any of my ingredients were going to survive this mess. Maybe all witches were meant to die like this burning in the great flames of their ancestors.

I hear the doors fly open with a bang which scares me for a moment because that is how the witch hunter left. Then I hear Crowley's voice Crowleys beautiful voice, "Do I look like I run a bookshop?"

He shouts Aziraphale's name and mine repeatedly. I want to shout that I am here but I can't manage to get a word out. He starts rambling about where the Heaven/Hell are you two for God's sake or whoever's sake.

I try so hard to get anything out but all I can manage are weak coughs and wheezes. Maybe it really is too late for me...

Water shoots through the glass window shattering it and landing Crowley on the floor and for once the fates have smiled upon me. He lies face to face with me.

He smiles brightly at me and cups my face his glasses are knocked off and I am glad that I can see his beautiful yellow eyes one more time.

"My sorceress I... I thought you were gone," He whispers and holds my face like I might slip away if he loses his grasp.

My voice is very hoarse and hardly understandable, "Your eyes," I struggle to breathe, "I wish I got to see them more." I wheeze once more.

Crowley had always told you how much he disdains his eyes but at that moment he kissed your head, "You will sweetheart! you will!"

He goes to pick me up and I swat at him and he looks truly hurt, "Forget me," I gasp. "you don't have time!" tears spill from my eyes "Take the book it is all that matters. Save the earth," I think I have used all my air at this point I cough and I can't stop. Wet ashes coat my hand as they are expelled from my lungs.

Crowley looks utterly enraged at this statement. "If you think earth means anything without you and Angel you are sorely mistaken," he seethes.

I have no energy left to fight I close my eyes as I feel myself lugged over his shoulder. His shouts make the ringing ever so louder as he shouts for a medic. I want to tease him as I always do when he has that worried face but this time he has a right to be worried.

I am laid down so gently on a stretcher that I know it is Crowley because he has always been afraid I'll break since I am not an immortal being like them. I hear Medics shout things like grade two concussion, rib contusions, and severe smoke inhalation. Even though my head is still extremely foggy and my throat burns like hell I lift my oxygen mask off to speak.

Crowley forcibly places it back on, "Shh, darling don't speak. Save your energy."

I roll my eyes and ignore him and breathe deeply sounding like a sixty-year-old smoker, "Crowley, Azi is still alive. He was put in this blue-white ray. Save the earth for Aziraphale and me so we have a place to come back to... to be together again."

Crowley smiles brightly, "He's alive!"

"The book everything is in the book, please tell me you have the book." I wheeze.

"Sir, please tell her she needs to keep the oxygen mask on!" The medic yells annoyingly loud.

Crowley forces the mask back on me, "You really think I was going to forget the book you would risk your life over sweetheart." He does a wink and a smirk that instantly makes my heart monitor embarrassingly spike.

The medic looks at me concerned and asks if I am having palpitations which makes me blush harder. Crowley smiles at this and I am sure he is cataloging this memory in his brain to bring up constantly.

Crowley kisses the top of your head, "I am off to save our angle and our home."

Crowley takes his shades off and looks at the medic who scrambles backward knocking over medical supplies. "If you do not make sure she comes out of this in top-notch health there will be hell to pay!" He sticks out his forked tongue and I am scared the medic may die of fear before he can even fix me up.

He gives me one last kiss on the forehead "Until we meet again darling."

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[igotanidea]

Secrets: batfamily x ScarlettWitch!reader

The graphic is not mine, found it on pinterest.

Story requested by @p4inis - I know it's been ages, sorry! : Jason x scarlet witch fem reader? She’s best friend w dick and she secretly works with Batman then the boys found out when she entered the bat cave and tried to pick a fight with Batman ?

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„BRUCE!” the very angry voice echoed through the stone walls of the batcave and very angry girl came to the view “What the hell?!”

“Y/N?” Jason stood up from his chair, shock on his face “What are you doing here?”

“And more importantly, how did you get here?” Dick was equally as surprised as his brother.

“Can someone explain to me, who is this girl?” Damian frowned.

Let me stop the story right here and give you a bit of context.

Y/N Y/L/N, born and raised in Gotham were best friend with Dick Grayson from the day he arrived at the city. Poor boy, who just lost his parents were just wondering around the street, all by himself, moody and clearly looking for trouble. Y/N was getting back from school when she encountered him, brooding in one of the alleys,  absentmindedly kicking a trash can while muttering something to himself. In any other circumstances, she would just walk past him, but something inside her told her to stop and she listened to that little voice, taking her time in observing the boy with her eyes slightly narrowed and head tilted.

“Too much on your mind?” she finally asked after a while of hesitation

“Yes.” He muttered not even looking up at her

“Need a pair of ears to listen to your sad story?”

“Why do you care?” Dick’s eyes landed on her face “you don’t know me.”

“I don’t. But I can tell you are in need of a friend. I’m Y/N.” she took a few steps forward and extended her hand

“Dick.” The boy shook it hesitantly

“Really?” she smiled lightly at the name he gave her

“Yes.” His tone became harsher.

“Ok, all right, no hard feelings there, Dick.” Y/N raised her hands in defense “wait, you’re the Wayne’s kid.”

“How do you know?”

“I….. I don’t know….. I just sort of sensed that.”

“Sensed? Is there anyone normal in this city?” Dick rolled his eyes

“Hey! Careful there, boy! I might take offence.”

“Sorry. I’m not really used to people dressed like clowns and bats running around the streets and citizens to have superpowers.”

“ What can I say? Welcome to Gotham, Dick.”

And that was how their friendship started and lasted for years. However, there was one thing Y/N never told Dick. She did have powers. Maybe not at the time when they met, but when she was somewhere around 18 they started to show. Out of nowhere, she could hear people’s thoughts, the objects around her started to move and when she was nervous or scared the air around her was literally turning red. Oh, and sometimes, people around her saw the things she wanted them to – some sort of illusions. That was when her mother told her that she was holding the power of a Scarlett Witch and poor girl did not like it at all. In the city of freaks and criminals she always prided herself on being normal, ordinary, usual. She never wanted any skills. To be honest, she got scared and due to her conflicted emotions her powers started causing troubles. The only option was to leave Gotham for a while and learn how to get it under control. Her mother, a witch herself, contacted some old friends and Y/N was sent to train with the old order of sorceresses.

She got back after a whole year, finding Gotham in worse condition than ever. From what she learned in a quick time, there was a new vigilante, calling himself the Red Hood running around and causing havoc.  One time, when she focused, she got into his mind, feeling all the rage and pain and fear and regret. She saw his story of how he was killed by Joker and brought back to life. All the conflict he had with Batman, because apparently they were a family once, and at some point in life he was his sidekick, Robin. She broke this mind connection before finding out the real identities of anyone. That was private and she never wanted to know. Second thing was Dick. Their contact during the last year was a bit limited, since while her training she was not exactly allowed to use phone and internet so they rarely talked and when she returned, the girl found out that Dick left Gotham and resided in Bludhaven. Third thing was Batman’s newest sidekick, apparently calling himself Red Robin, who was on her tail, treating her like some sort of threat. After a month of playing cat and mouse with him, she got inside his head and practically commanded him to meet her so they could talk without acting like kids.

“What do you want with me?” they were standing in front of each other on the rooftop surrounded by Gotham’s darkness.

“The question is, why is someone like you just sitting around doing nothing?” he retorted

“I’m sorry. Someone like me?” she scoffed “who do you think I am?”

“Please. You’re not so hard to crack.” Y/N raised an eyebrow at him waiting for some more explanation “you are Scarlett Witch. You have so many crazy level skills, so why are you passive if you could do so much good for this city?”

“You remind me of someone from my past, you know. Someone who practically called me a freak the first day we met.”

“I never said you were a freak.”

“No. No you did not. And I am not. At least, not anymore that I learned how to control my abilities I never asked for. ….“ she hesitated “Now. I am not going to go inside your head, but I strongly suggest you to tell me the truth why you were on my tail, lately.”

Red Robin sighed deeply considering what words to choose to reveal to her the real reason behind his action. Clearly this girl couldn’t be deceived with half-truth.

 “It’s Batman.”

“Batman? What does your boss have to do with it?”

“He’s not my boss. But he wants to be yours.”

“I’m not planning on becoming a sidekick of his.” She scoffed “If anything I work alone.”

“ Just listen to me, all right? Let me convince you.”

“You entertain me, Red Robin. You know, I was fairly familiar with your predecessors. The original Robin tried to save my ass from the assaulters once, the second bumped into me while chasing the robbers. They both seemed …. too enthusiastic and energetic. It can cause trouble at times. You seem more …. rational. Wiser. And I appreciate that, so I’ll listen to you.  Tell me then, what can Batman possibly offer me to join him in his work?”        

He convinced her, talking about the people and doing good work and being trained by the Batman himself. He offered her wide range of freedom, so she wouldn’t have to be a sidekick. He talked and talked about how the joint efforts can bring good effect. He might have also slipped something about admiring her and the things she can do and how he himself would like the opportunity to work with her. And she agreed, keeping her alliance with Red Robin and Batman a secret.

After making such important choice, she realized it would be nice to get back in touch with Dick so she simply called him and they rebuilt their friendship. They even went far enough to reveal their other identities to each other.

“Wait, you were the original Robin?!”  her eyes went wide upon hearing the news “you were the one who tried to save me during that assault?! Damn it, Dick.”

“You never really needed my help.” He shrugged “now I know why. Scarlett Witch, huh? Makes sense. What exactly can you do apart from getting inside people’s heads?”

However, she never told him she was secretly working with his foster father.

Not when during one of the mission she found out that Red Hood real identity was Jason Todd and he was in fact Bruce’s son and Dick’s brother.

Not when she fell in love with such brother.

Not when she started working with the latest Robin aka Damian.

Not when one time Dick asked her to join him on the mission.

Not when he suggested she could be a part of bat team, even if the team already consisted of too many people who tended to fight with one another (mostly Dick and Jason).

She kept in the dark and it was getting harder to control who knew what about her. Dick and Jason were aware of her real name and her alias, but not that she was occasional Batman’s partner. Damian knew only the Scarlett Witch and working with Batman part and Tim knew everything, of course while Cass, Steph and Babs knew her only as Y/N, their civilian friend. It was crazy.

Until the day when Bruce broke his promise of giving her mission freedom and she got really angry. Despite their agreement, Batman interfered in Scarlett Witch’s contacts on the drug trafficking causing the informants to fled from the city and her operation went south.

“Get out of my way!” she yelled when both Dick and Jason blocked her way demanding some explanation.

“Y/N. why don’t you just calm down a little, all right?” Dick started, trying his best not to worsen the situation. After all she was the freaking Scarlett Witch. She could have them on the ground wincing in pain within seconds. It was better not to mess with her

“Yeah, I will calm down right after the freaking Batman keep his promises!” she yelled

“Wait, what? What promises? I don’t get it…..” Damian frowned again “Father, who is this girl?”

“Leave us.” Bruce spoke calmly

“What is going on here?” Tim emerged from the door and as his eyes landed on Y/N he understood everything  “Oh, shit…..”

“Can someone tell me…..?”

“Shut up Damian!” Jason, Dick and Y/N yelled in unison

“I said: leave us.” Bruce repeated in his most stern tone, yet no one paid attention to him anymore

“I don’t understand half of what’s happening but I’m not leaving” Jason laughed  “If my girl goes full Scarlett Witch on Bruce I’d love to see it.” He moved towards Y/N and kissed her cheek making her blush a bit. “Don’t hold back, babe. I like that wild side of yours.” He smirked

“Stop it, Jace!” she tried to rid herself of him

“Wait. SHES THE SCARLETT WITCH!?” Damian exclaimed “but she looks so….. ordinary.”

“WATCH YOUR TONGUE, DEMON!”

“Before someone get hurt….” Dick started blocking Jason and Damian from killing each other

“LET ME GO DICKHEAD! HE JUST OFFENDED MY GIRLFRIEND!”

“ I JUST STATED THE OBVIOUS! SHE LOOKS NORMAL!”

“THAT IS A STEP UP FROM HOW YOU LOOK!”

“Do you work with Bruce Y/n? I mean, Batman? Why didn’t you tell me?” Dick’s finally caught up on the situation and glanced at his best friend with hurt expression.

“You have always been a bad detective, Dick. Of course she works with Batman. I was the one who offered her this position.” Tim smirked

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“It was my idea…..”

“YOU GOT HER INVOLVED IN THIS SHIT!?”

Now, everyone was fighting everyone and it was hard to tell when all of this started. Y/N and Bruce were just standing in the middle of the havoc, eyes switching between all of the boys with despair and embarrassment (Bruce) and disbelief and amusement (Y/N).

“You know, Bruce, I came here to confront you about interfering with my operation, but I don’t think I am angry anymore.”

“I can see. However, I wanted to tell you, that I got you the information you needed to finish it.”

“Really, you did? How?” she turned slightly from the scene in front of her and looked straight at Bruce

“A bit of intimidation and mention of powerful woman coming after anyone who refused to cooperate.”

“A powerful woman, huh?”

“Catwoman, of course.”

“Of course” she nodded “Thank you, Bruce. Business with you is …. tolerable, I guess.”

 “But we’re not partners.” He muttered

“Obviously” she smirked “never were, never will be.” They were both liars.

“Do you think we should stop the boys from killing each other?” Bruce wondered

“Do you think we can?”

“Well, you are the Witch here. As much as I hate magic, can’t you do something?”

“Did you see them?” Y/N pointed towards the four unhinged figures yelling at each other “that’s beyond my level of expertise.”

“So…. we just leave?”

“Yes. Yes, we just…. leave. They will sort it out by themselves, right?”

“And it’s not because we are terrified of what they can do…..” Bruce muttered retreating backwards

“Absolutely not….. We just should discuss the case.”

“Yes. We should discuss the case.”

“Cause it’s really important.”

“Vital.”

“And it definitely can’t wait.”

“Shall we then?” Bruce pointed toward the exit and without any further ado they both disappeared from the cave leaving boys to deal with their banter themselves.

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[desswright29]

Brick District (Prolouge)

Synopsis: To say life was rough for young Shuri would be an understatement. An only child to a Mother suffering from leukemia she had to figure out a way to survive very young. A job at the vibranium mines led her to you. Her Amanzi (water), from that moment on the two of you were attached at the hip. You did everything, and were even excepted into the most prestigious college in Wakanda together. That is until Shuri lands herself into some serious trouble, causing a series of unfortunate events. Will you be down for the ride?

A/n: Random idea. I hope you guys enjoy and let me know if you guys want more of Shuri and her Amanzi! ☺️

Hand on my heart I swear I made peace with the rain Peace with the rain Now I dance with the pain

Stepping inside the cold concrete room, the clanking of metal followed by a thundering slam followed behind you. Your heart beat rapidly against your sternum, fear weighing heavily on your shoulders. 

“Box 3!” The officer directed you sternly. Your eyes instantly scan the room for the number painted thick upon the concrete walls, until you spotted it approximately twelve steps ahead of you. 

One, two, three. Breathe, just breathe y/n. Six, seven, eight. You’re safe, the officers are here for your protection. Eleven, tweleeeve…thirteen. Damnit just one off. 

Anxiously, you sat in the chair infront of you, staring at the empty seat on the other side of the glass. Putting up a front of calm, your rhythmically bouncing leg, the traitor to your true feelings. Anxiety. A loud buzzing and a click snapped you out of your thoughts, your body literally jolting slightly out of your seat. 

Damnit girl get a grip. 

Two officers walk into the room, one holding the door as the other led out a line of inmates. Instinctively, your eyes trained on your hands, fiddling with your fingers, as the dragging of feet, and rattle of chains continued to pass you by. Until, it came to a stop. Beautifully veined hands with bruised knuckles, placed together by silver bracelets on each delicate wrist, entered your line of sight. Your gaze continue to trail up her body until they settled on her face. 

A soft gasp left your mouth. Contusions littered her beautiful face. But, the long cut right underneath the apple of her left cheek garnered the majority of your attention, her fuzzy braids were second on the list. She was always very well put together. Your heart ached seeing her this way. The officer removed the cuffs from her wrist, as she tried to stifle the look of agony on her face m, while she slowly attempted to sit. A lump formed in your throat as you blinked back tears. Reaching forward, she grabbed the phone and you followed her lead. Leaning forward onto the table in front of her, she placed her cut bottom lip into her mouth. Wetting it before looking up at you through hooded lids. 

“I thought I told you not to come here?” Words escaped you as you continued to stare, trying to find a way to speak without breaking. You had to be strong for her.

“Don’t look at me like that, bhabha.” You nervously avert your gaze, clearing your throat before speaking.

“You knew I was coming to see you regardless. I’ve always been a bit hard headed…..W-wha-“

“It’s prison y/n. Shit happens.” Irritation coated her words as she cleared her throat, slouching back into her chair.  “You shouldn’t be here. You have shit to do.”

“I had to lay eyes on you… make sure you’re alright. My bags are packed, I’m ready!” The corners of your mouth peeked upwards yet your eyes remained sad, as you attempt to bring some sort of light to the conversation. “Can’t find a box big enough to fit all my shoes though.” Chuckling nervously you search Shuri’s eyes. Looking for some of the light that she’d had outside of these walls, you were met simply with a darkness that ran to her core. Your friend was hurting, and there was nothing you could do.

“Hmph.” Her attempt at a laugh fell flat as her gaze lingered on the floor in front of her. “Have to have those shoes.” It looked as though it pained her to speak. Her hand rubbed absentmindedly at her side. Had she unzipped her jumpsuit and lifted her wife beater, you would’ve been met with a large black and purple bruise. “I’ll still take care of that while you’re in university. Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

“Hey, you already know!’ And I’ll be fine. You just worry about being safe in here…please.” The elephant in the room began to stomp on your chest as you prepared to ask your next question, “how long?” 

“That’s how it’s been since we met mama. It won’t change because I’m in this shithole.” Shuri finally makes direct eye contact with you, and your stomach flips. Your gazes linger on eachother before Shuri speaks up again. “I took a plea. Minimum of four years since I don’t have any priors. I could probably cut some time with good behavior. 

“F-four years!” Your thoughts began a vicious attack on your nervous system, gnawing its way through your quivering lips. Four years without Shuri? What did that look like for you? 

“But you’ve never been in any trouble! You’re only eighteen for bast sake. Four!”

“Calm yourself. It’s light for everything they found on me when they got me.” For a moment, the two of you sat in silence. Twiddling your thumbs, not knowing what else to say.

“Bast, I-I’m going to miss you.” You finally broke the thick wall of tention building. “I’ll make sure to visit all the time, and-and I’ll write letters! Lots of them! And when you call…I’ll tell you everythi-“

"Hhayi. Do not come back here y/n. Im serious. You're on your way to the most prestigious University in our country. We worked hard for this. Write me. I'll call. But don't come back." She stared into your eyes intent with getting her point across.

“Fine, Aja.” You accompany your attitude with a swift eye roll. “…We were just… supposed to do this together, you know? I can’t imagine doing this with out you. Shit. I don’t even know if I’m capable.” You instantly regretted admitting what’s been bothering you about going to school. You two talked about this for years only for it to be snatched away just like that. You can’t even remember what life was like without Shuri, and you didn’t want to. 

Shuri’s tongue rolls over her bruised bottom lip, her brows furrowed reading you like a book as always. “Yo, what’s up? What did you really come here to say.” All the beating around the bush finally caught up to you. 

“I mean… I can always just start basics at the community college down the way.” The fiddling with your fingers begins yet again in an attempt to avoid Shuri’s dagger-like glare. “A-at least until you’re out of here, then we can figure out away to do this together.” 

“Fuck no! I’m not trying to hear that. You think Bishops Diocesan is going to ever allow me to step foot onto their campus after this!? We worked too hard for you to give it up? Why!?  So you can sit her and babysit me!?”

“Shuri! WE!! WE worked so hard, I-“ *holds in a sob* “…I can’t go, not without you. I’m not supposed to do this by myself.” 

“Hey!” Shuri spoke up, sitting up straight in her seat. Demanding your undivided attention. “Yiyeke (stop it), I taught you better than that mtwana. I fucked up. I got caught up and ruined my own future. MINE Y/N! Im not allowing you to ruin yours just so you can visit me in prison every other weekend. Life moves on and you need to flow with it. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. I’m not giving you a choice. You’ve got to do this. Live out our dream. For me.”

You could no longer control your tears. “This isn’t fair Shuri. Life’s never fair to you! We almost made it. We were almost out of the Mines, out of Brick district, and this bullshit happens! You deserve this more than me. You’re a fucking genius! We were so fucking close.” 

“Stop that! No more tears. Yooou made it baby. That’s enough for me. Don’t wait up for me. Live your life.” 

“Wrap it up! 5 minutes!” The guards yelled signaling that your time with the girl that you loved much more than either of you had ever had the chance to say, was coming to a close for the next four years. Now was the time.

“Shuri- I um…” You started timidly. She shook her head.

“Yea..I know. Not now though. I can’t handle that now. Tell me when we’re face to face again..” You nod tearfully. 

“Times up people!” For the first time during your visit Shuri gave you a half smile.

“Go to school. Send pictures.” She placed the phone back on the hook not giving you time enough to reply. She gave you a wink, and mouthed “My rider,” with a fist to her chest. Before she stood to her feet, once again holding back a grimace as an officer stepped up to place her back into her cuffs.

You sat with the phone still pressed against your ear as they took her away. Back behind the indestructible vibranium doors. 

“Ndiyakuthanda Shuri wam. Forever I’ll ride.”

As Shuri was walked backed to her cell the mixture of compliments and insults sailed her way. “Baby bird” was her least favorite. It spoke to not only her stature, but to her inability to protect herself here. She was in more trouble than she’d let on to you. 

She was caught with copious amounts of a strain of Wakandan Cocain laced with vibranium from the mine she’d worked for. It was of her own making. She’d sold the idea to her boss N’jadaka, but everyone called him Killmonger. The product was swiped when they took her in and the money had been spent for her mothers treatments. She was not only taking heat from the police. But, from Killmongers goons. She had a debt to pay. 

Her cuffs were removed, and she was roughly placed in her cell. She looked around the six by six room, no longer able to hold on to the tears. She laid onto her steal bunk rolling over onto her side. She placed her pillow to her mouth as she got into fetal position and bawled into her pillow. There was not one inch of her body that wasn’t in pain. They’d taken all of her commissary. And someone had even swiped her bedding. 

A pained groan left her lips. As she sighed. Sitting up she stared at the door to her cell. Her new life, her full ride scholarship, and future career as a scientist were flushed down the toilet at the snap of a finger. This was her life now. In order to survive she would have to put you and who she could’ve been in the past. No more weakness. It was time to woman up and make peace with the RAIN!

@udakuwilliams

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[felice-jaganshi]

My Fallen Apple

Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 3

It's been a week, and you've been texting Lucifer every day since you left. You sometimes send him selfies with your friends or new places around heaven, and he does the same, sort of introducing you to the seven sins and the other rings through the pictures. It's a great time, really!

But now comes the hard part. You told your friends you had a “secret date” with someone and refused to say who. You also told them not to worry if you didn't answer anything till the next morning, as that just meant the date went really good.  

You made your way to where Adam had shoved you off before. You thankfully had managed to avoid him for the week. He was apparently “very busy” with higher angel stuff, not that you cared.

 

You took a deep breath, making sure your phone and backpack were secure before taking the leap!

You were free falling for a majority of the fall, pulling out your wings only when the castle was in sight. But before you could get too close something like a white missile came zooming up to meet you!

 

“You came! You really came back!” It was Lucifer, he'd come up to meet you halfway. He looked stunning, his wings out and on display. You can't help staring.

 

“wow… I've never seen someone with six wings before! Everyone I know has two or four.” He chuckled and danced around you in the air, showing off.

“Well, I am the strongest angel ever created by the OG big man himself.” You giggle at his antics, he was such a charmer. Suddenly you find yourself scooped into his arms, “come on, I got something really cool to show you!” 

You tuck in your wings and let him carry you around. He opened a portal and flew through. “Now, normally human souls can't go to the other rings, but since I'm literally the king , I can get you special exceptions to go anywhere at all, as long as you're with me.” 

He smiled, it had a smugness to it. Pride. But it was different from when Adam was being prideful and showing off, this time it was endearing and charming. Rather than obnoxious and irritating.

 

Next thing you knew, he was landing in front of a fancy restaurant. “A good friend of mine runs the place. I booked us a reservation.” As you entered there was sensual music playing and demons everywhere. But really, they didn't look that much different from angels. Other than a darker color palette on average.

As you were seated, almost immediately a giant demon made mostly of blue fire rushed over to your table! 

 

“Luci, baby! Oh it's been so long since you dined at my place!” He scooped the king up in his arms and squished him to his chest, rocking back and forth and looking so happy!

 

“Oh come on Ozzy! Has it really been that long?!” He laughed, and hugged back. Ozzy frowned and set him back down.

 

“Yes. Ever since you and She had a fight here, you haven't been back. That was 30 years ago, luci.” You hide behind the menu while this back and forth occurs. Another demon suddenly comes up behind you and grabs your chair, leaning over you and looking upside down! You drop the menu and try not to scream from surprise.

 

“And who's this little cutie? Is she the one who finally got you to leave pride and visit all of us?” His voice was raspy and he looked like a clown. 

 

“Hi… I'm-” before you can say your name, he turns your chair, making you spin round in circles for a bit. 

 

Lucifer smiled, “yeah she is, my new best friend.”

 

Ozzy gasped, “new best friend? Am I being replaced?!”

 

“Hey hey, no! Buddy! You're my brother, all, well, 5 of you are my family! I love you guys! She's just the newest addition to that family. That's all.” He then smiled at you. You were so dizzy you could hardly hold his gaze. “Yo Fizz, I think you overdid it.”

 

Fizzarolli looked you over, “oops. Sorry babe, you alright? No hurling on me now.” He made his way back to Ozzy's shoulders.

 

“I'll… be fine. Just gimme a second.” You take a few seconds to reorient yourself and take a sip of water before smiling at him. “All good.” He smiled back at you.

 

“Good, I hope this isn't too much for you. This is only your second time hanging out with me.”

 

“Hm, only second time and you brought her to my place? Luci, you certainly do move fast! And I thought I was the master of lust~.” He teased Lucifer, then went to your side. “Thanks for getting him out of the house sweetheart, we owe you a big one.” His voice was really sweet and he placed a warm hand in the middle of your shoulders. 

 

“It's been a pleasure to know him. Did you say you're the master of lust? Would that make you…”

 

“Asmodeus, the sin of lust, at your service baby girl.” He winked. “Would you like any recommendations for dinner? I can tell you all of Luci's favorites.”

 

“Oh, sure.” You were a little nervous now. “I'm not used to being anywhere this fancy. I feel like I'm underdressed for this kind of place…” 

 

“Oh honey, don't worry about that. You're literally here with a king. You can get away with anything when you're with him .” 

_______

 

After dinner, Lucifer took you back to his castle and you looked at more duckies together.

When he turned his back, an impulse came to mind. Hide in the pile of ducks. And well, why the hell not?

 

“Oh and this one- Becca? Hello?” He looked around and didn't see you. He then heard a squeak from your pile as you accidentally squish a duck. He grins, his voice going low, “oh my, looks like i got a rogue angel to hunt down.” He then chuckled and you felt butterflies in your gut. Oh no, why was that hot?!

The next thing you know, he's diving into the pile of ducks! He quickly finds you and you're now pinned beneath him, “So, what was the plan from here? Wait for me to leave so you can run around my palace unsupervised?” He smiled like the cat that caught the canary and tilted his head to the side.

 

“Um… there wasn't really a plan. Just sounded like a fun thing to do.” You were blushing and nervous, you placed your hands on his shoulders, not sure if he'd try to make a move or not. Would you even be upset if he did? He seems to suddenly become aware of your positions as you touch him. He pulls back quickly!

 

“Oh, whoops! Sorry Becca, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” He adjusted his tie nervously, standing up. You get up as well.

 

“I'm not uncomfortable Luci. But, if you wanted today to be a date, you should have said so. I would have dressed nicer.” He looks shocked by your words, a blush forming on his cheeks.

 

“No no no no!” He waves his hands dramatically before pointing to his ring. “I- I just wanted you to meet my friends! I'm totally married!” He was panicking now.

 

“But your wife has been missing for seven years?” You have to ask, “Did she take your daughter with her?” He sighed and shook his head.

 

“No, Charlie is an adult doing her own thing, that's all. And lilith… She and I… I don't know anymore. She promised me forever, and I want to believe this is just a rough patch and we'll get through it but… she hasn't even spoken to Charlie all this time either…” He looked more upset by that than her leaving him.” 

You give him another hug, “mind if I stayed the night? I brought a change of clothes and a toothbrush. I wanna spend more time with you.” He hugs back.

 

“Yeah, I have a guest room you can stay in.”

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[reverieki]

BURNING HEARTS — I.

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

chapter 001.  ━━  ( 엔하이픈 니키 )    ᡴꪫ    wc  3199    warnings  vulgar language joking threats etc

━━ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 . ᵎᵎ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 nakamura y/n is in a presumably one-sided love for her enemy, nishimura riki. this love leads her down a painstakingly long yet beautiful path of privation, healing, and adoration.

"y/n," a voice gently whispered, a pencil softly nudging me into consciousness. my breath slowed as i lifted my head, my eyes opening ever so slightly. i groaned, the bright lights of the classroom reflecting in my eyes as i looked groggily at the figure sitting next to me.

i could feel the sharp, paining coldness in his eyes that desperately haunted me. he seemed to always look at me like that. why did he always look at me like that? what did i do to make that usually warm and fuzzy look turn into that stone-cold glare? i can't seem to recall the last time he looked at me with a hint of enthusiasm.

"you fell asleep again," he said in a low whisper, his dark brown eyes refusing to make direct eye contact with mine. those eyes that were brighter than the stars in the sky, yet, they rimmed with an icy sting that pricked my heart. "you need to stop falling asleep. you'll get yourself into trouble."

i rolled my eyes at him. "like you'd even care. i'd bet you'd be happy to see that."

"like you'd know what i want," he scoffed, continuing to draw sketches on his notepad. i glanced at the little cartoon characters, seeing a cute duck drawn on the lined paper reading, "not me."

i think he could sense i was looking as he quickly shifted his body to the left, covering my view.

"haruka," he whispered softly with a cute smile as he showed my best friend his sketch. his soft, calm eyes showcased excitement and warmth. i felt my heart clench every time he looked at someone so kindly. that smile, brighter than a thousand stars. i could never understand. why wouldn't he look at me like that?

i turned to the window, looking at the bright, blue birds sitting on the wires outside. there were three, two of them sitting close, occasionally flying around one another. i watched as the third sat further away, minding its own. suddenly, another bird joined and i caught myself rolling my eyes at the sight.

"even the stupid birds have better love lives than me." i spoke inaudibly. it was enough to earn a glance from riki though.

━━

"y/n, you look down. what's up?" haruka asked, wrapping her arm around me. i sighed and shook my head.

"i'm just tired," i said, faking a yawn as we walked through the crowded corridors. we entered the classroom with our food, and my eyes landed on my desk. next to it, i saw the taller, svelte figure. great, he's sitting there.

"haruka! come sit over here!" his deep voice resonated through my eardrums as he patted the seat next to him. my seat. haruka looked at me, but i just shrugged. i didn't care. i dreaded sitting next to him anyway.

"you don't mind? i don't have to. i just want to make sure you aren't alone for lunch period," she said, but i shook my head. she cared less that she'd be with riki than the fact that this meant she'd be ditching me for lunch period.

she's my best friend, but she was his too. and perhaps he thought more of her. i knew she didn't feel that way toward him though. she liked another guy. i pitied riki for that. i get to since i feel the same way about him.

before haruka could make up some excuse to ditch riki, i politely pushed her to go sit with him. like i said, i didn't care. although, i do miss her presence when she's not with me.

even worse was that haerin, eunchae, and misaki got each other sick, and kimiko was on a family trip. so, i was quite literally alone this time.

i sat in what was considered the "depression spot." the seat in the far left corner of the class that no one really ever sat in. i guess it suited the situation i was in.

i peacefully ate my food while scrolling through my phone. i texted misaki while i screenshared the show we were watching on my laptop. we both fangirled over the main lead and how attractive he was. maybe i wasn't alone after all.

as lunch period came to an end, i started back to my desk. i wanted to shrivel up and crawl into a black hole when riki's threatening gaze met with mine. it was pitiful, the situation i'd put myself in.

i glared at him, attempting not to look like my soul had just been ripped apart and torn to pieces. i didn't want this weakness to expound itself upon my face. that redness masking my cheeks, unveiling the truth behind my endeavoring eyes.

it was just a crush. just a stupid crush. a stupid crush that lasted the past 4 years.

i sat down, pulling my jacket off and scrunching it into a ball. i laid my head down on it, daring to fall back asleep during the lesson. however, i was met with a flick to my forehead by none other than yours truly.

"nishimura riki, i will punch you in the fucking-" i was was whispering, but clearly not quiet enough as the teacher abruptly interjected.

"ms. nakamura?! that's a one way ticket to the principals office!" the teacher exclaimed.

"he keeps annoying me!" i defended, glaring at his stupid face. a soft redness bloomed onto his cheeks as his falsely innocent eyes looked into mine. my eyes burned with annoyance and an undetectable hint of... love..?

"your idiotic disputes and meaningless arguments have caused far too many disturbances in my class. pricipal's office. both of you, now!" she scolded. i scoffed quietly, standing up quickly and stomping my way out of the room. i could hear riki's footsteps audibly following shortly thereafter.

i walked, huffing heavily as i crossed my arms across my chest. i made sure to walk a good pace ahead of him, not wanting to interact with him at this point. it suddenly started to stick in my head that, for the first time, i've been sent to the principals office.

my footsteps suddenly came to a halt, my heart dropped through my ass just thinking about how my parents would react. my thoughts are interjected when someone's tall figure bumped into me.

"what the fuck, riki?" i look at him, his face displaying obvious disgust. "watch where you're going."

"well why'd you stop walking?" he said, his frown still prominent on his face. i roll my eyes, continuing my way to the principal's office.

"y/n," he said, his voice sent shivers down my spine as i abruptly halted, frozen. "i didn't mean to get you into trouble.

was... was he being serious? i couldn't seem to comprehend the words that managed to escaped his lips. was i hallucinating or was this a lead up to an apology?

he walked past me, a light breeze from the quick approach and departure snapping my breath in half. no apology, but i forgave him anyway.

i follow behind him, entering the office and being greeted by an unenthusiastic secretary treating a guy's bloody lip. it was an unusual sight for no one ever really fought in this school. just a couple of vocal arguments and a few threats.

a few seconds later, the door to the principal's office opened, revealing mr. akagi, the principal himself.

"mr. nishimura. ms. nakamura. you two have been causing quite a ruckus lately. not the first complaint i've had about you, i'm sure you know." he said.

"you two know that the teachers here have been generous considering your behavior. normally, we don't let kids get off after three warnings. but since you two are academically excelling, we figured giving you another chance." he continued. "however, i see that was a mistake on our part for having so much pride in the two of you."

"what's our punishment going to to be?" riki asked, interrupting his spiel. mr. akagi let out a sigh before speaking.

"two hour detention. i'm willing to shorten it if you can show that you're willing to get along. don't make me regret it. again." he said before shooing us away.

"us? get along? you don't seriously think we are capable of that, right?" i asked riki. he shrugged as we continued walking back to class.

"we don't have to get along, we can just ignore each other." he suggested, shoving his hands into his pockets. i roll my eyes. as if i could ever ignore you.

"we could at least try," he said with a sigh. "i'm not trying to spend anymore time with you than i have to."

ouch. that actually kinda hurt.

"i could say the same about you," i said with a grimace. no, i couldn't. if only you knew, riki.

━━

i sat in the bare classroom, the clock ticking away in the left corner while i silently went insane in the back right. it was too quiet, too bright, too much of nothingness. boredom slowly began to consume my entirety of being. my existence felt as if it had paused. they confiscated our phones so the time i spent here was absolutely meaningless and a waste. i could've been out doing my extracurricular activities, hanging out with haruka, or something more entertaining. hell, i could've been playing chess.

i couldn't help but glance over at riki ever now and again. or maybe i was staring. it's just the way he was so focused, sketching some stupidly cute cartoons. the way his eyes burned with a cute excitement. the way he ran his hand through his hair when it got in his face. the way he effortlessly glided the pen across the notepad. i think i stopped breathing each time i looked at him.

but, his presence brought a cold atmosphere to the room. something about him just made the air feel so frigid. maybe it was me. maybe it was all in my mind because of the way he treats me. the way he looks at me. everyone i've seen him with has gotten the friendly side of his otherwise grim demeanor. why does he treat me that way? i just try to keep to my own, but he always drives me to my limit. he's just so frustrating sometimes. but... maybe he just doesn't like me. or maybe he knows i like him.

the thought always sends shivers down my spine and a pale expression writes itself upon my face. does he really know? is that why he treats me that way? because he doesn't want to send mixed signals by being nice to me? or maybe i'm thinking through this too much. maybe he doesn't know at all. maybe, he's oblivious to it.

"ms. nakamura, stop staring at mr. nishimura and do something productive," the advisory teacher said. great way to be fucking discreet. i quickly look away from him but i can already feel his eyes burning into my skin. fuck.

i pretend to be writing something on a piece of paper. what the hell was that? did she just have to call me out like that? fucking teachers man. i rolled my eyes at my thoughts but catch myself looking back in riki's direction. he just looked so captivating. how the afternoon sun shone through the clouds, casting a heavenly glaze on him. it was breathtaking and i just couldn't stop staring.

suddenly his eyes met mine. he furrowed his eyebrows before wording out a 'what?' i froze, my heart began to race inside my chest as i stopped breathing. i furrowed my eyebrows at him, showing very obvious disgust.

suddenly, the door opened, making everyone look in the direction of a tall figure. his hair was dark and his skin was a sun kissed tan. it was that guy from the office. his lip was still tumid from the evidently painful blow that some kid managed on him.

"glad you decided to finally join us," the teacher greeted, unenthusiastic by the lateness of his arrival. "you're normally never late to class, how upsetting it is that you even got yourself into detention."

the guy smiled softly before speaking, "you're right, but i must say that the harassment against women in this school has dropped dramatically ever since i put that kid in the hospital."

the teacher laughed awkwardly, before pointing at the sea of seats. "why don't you go ahead and sit down."

i looked at the guy pushing his black hair out of his face as he walked. now, i won't lie, he was very attractive. but regardless of this, i still couldn't keep my eyes off of riki.

but alas, of all the empty seats he could've sat in, he sat next to me. he looked at my desk, the not-so-accurate drawing of the mundane classroom, its boring white walls, the ticking clock, and the few students who managed to land themselves in here.

"that sketch needs to be updated," he said in a deep whisper, a smile forming on his lips. i chuckled softly, grabbing my pen and etching a figure in the seat next to mine.

"better?" i asked and he smiled, nodding.

"oh, just let me add one thing," he said. i hand him the pen and the paper before he starts scribbling something down on it. he hands it back and i look at the neat handwriting reading, "love interest."

bold. i laughed at it catching the advisory teacher's attention.

"what's funny, ms. nakamura?" she asked, walking toward me as a few eyes landed on me. even riki glanced over.

"nothing, i'm just listening to the voices," i said jokingly. she didn't seem to like my joke though. she grabbed my paper, looking at the sketch drawn on it.

"stop messing around and do something productive," she said before walking away, my paper still in her hands. as she neared her desk, she threw the paper in the bin.

"that's just mean," the guy whispered, clicking his tongue. i rolled my eyes, not really caring about it. "it's whatever."

"mr. nishimura, ms. nakamura," a voice called over the intercom. "please report to the principal's office."

i grabbed my bag, listening to the sound of riki scrambling to get his things. i walked toward the door, opening it and continuing without him.

i walked through the corridor, opening the office doors and peeking inside. the secretary looked at me with a disdainful gaze and motioned me to go see the principal. i walked in, knocking on the principal's office door before walking in, riki walking in shortly after.

"good to see you both made it in one piece," he said. "i've evaluated your performance with each other, and i've decided to cut your punishment short. however, the two of you will still be staying later after school tomorrow to clean the classroom."

"so we can go now?" riki blurted and i glared at him. mr. akagi sighed, nodding before we made our way out of the office.

━━

i closed the door, switching out my shoes before walking to my room. i turn on my speaker, connecting my phone to it and playing music softly. i laid on my bed, looking at the ceiling as my eyes began to close. right before i could fall asleep, my phone rang with a notification. i grabbed it, annoyed, and scrolled through the hundreds of notifications i'd gotten throughout the day.

"haruka," i said, looking at the most recent notif. i press her contact and call her. the buzzing rings throughout my head as i wait for her to pick up.

"y/n! are you okay? your parents didn't kill you yet?" she asked frantically and half jokingly. i chuckled at her reaction before responding.

"my parents haven't even talked to me about it yet," i said, now sounding serious.

"i swear, you and riki are like a married couple, always fighting over the stupidest things," i could feel her roll her eyes behind her phone's screen.

"i swear, if you ever say anything like that again, i'll kill you," i threatened, though the thought had me internally kicking my feet.

"whatever," she sighed as i stood up, pulling my chair out from my desk. "what are you doing right now?" she asked.

"quite frankly nothing," i said, sitting down and fiddling with my pen.

"i'm about to go get a snack from the corner store. you wanna come with?" she asked and i immediately agreed. i hung up the call and grabbed my jacket, making sure to bring a bit of money with me.

as i reach her house, i'm met with the familiar cold eyes that seemed to be all i could think about today.

"what are you doing here?" he asked soullessly, however, making sure to put an emphasis on 'you.'

"i'm here to see my best friend, dickhead," i rudely spat, glaring at him.

"god, you're insufferable," he said, disgust written within his face. "you're such a stalker."

i scoffed. how the hell does someone even respond to an accusation like that?

"fuck you," i said, not really able to come up with a better response. "i'm going home, i hope you fall in a shit filled toilet, dickwad."

he laughed. he fucking laughed.

"that's your best comeback?" he said, still laughing.

"i fucking hate you, nishimura," i said coldly, monotone. i wasn't even sure i could utter those words, especially without a hint of remorse or any emotion for that matter. i could see that icy glint in his eyes break. his mocking laughter no longer filling the cold winter air that surrounded us. i could see it in his eyes, it hurt. a silence coated our presence, an icy cold silence. it was like a knife just slashed into my heart seeing the way his eyes softened with... sadness..?

i turned around, heading back toward the direction of my house.

"y/n," he said, breaking this deafening silence. "i hate you, too."

i stopped. breath stopped. heart stopped. i turned around, facing that blazing stare that managed to meet me once again.

"i'm going to punch you, riki," i said with a glare as he smiled at me. he... smiled. he smiled at me. i guess i'm being delusional because it wasn't a fond smile. it was a smile with a small scoff hidden within it.

"i'd like to see you try," he said mockingly. yeah, i was definitely being delusional. i tilted my head a bit, considering the offer before haruka stepped out of the house.

i looked at her and she smiled sheepishly at me and riki, noticing our feud that she'd caused.

"well, since you're both here, there's no reason to go back home," she said, linking her arms with mine and riki's as she dragged us both along the snow clothed path. i could feel his stare, but i didn't want to care. this was just supposed to be me and my best friend going out to get snacks. that's it.

"that's enough reason for me to go back home."

#赤い糸 : 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 #燃える心 : burning hearts #西村力 : burning hearts #あなたは私の指に巻かれた赤い糸 #ni ki #nishimura riki #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enha #enha x reader #yang jungwon #jungwon #lee heeseung #heeseung #jay park #jay #jake sim #jake #park sunghoon #sunghoon #kim sunoo #sunoo #enha fluff #enha imagines #enha scenarios #enha smau #jay enhypen #sunoo enhypen #ᝰ.ᐟ hye — series. #ᝰ.ᐟ hye — burning hearts.

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Forest Guardian WIP

You know when you write a whole fic in service to get to a single scene? Well I started this months ago and I forgot what that scene was. So I'm posting this wholly unfinished bc i literally can't remember where i was going with it but i'm open to suggestions

fantasy au; a/b/o; omegaverse; alpha!eddie x omega!steve

The forest guardian's face was the stuff of legends. Apparently so handsome that he could've started a war. At least, that was what Eddie's employer had pronounced when he'd hired him for the job. Fetch the man and escort him back to the king. A beauty so radiant deserved to be royalty. And of course, continue the royal line.

"Imagine, an omega so immaculate, climbing trees and trudging in the dirt", the king had said.

Eddie had heard the rumors of the creature who protected the wild lands. He didn't buy the whole "shining diamond of an omega" thing though. He'd been out in the forests and he saw what lurked in the brush. Nature was full of wonders and delights, sure. But Eddie was rather certain he'd be bringing back a rock giant.

The king (and many others) chose to conveniently forget the forest guardian's tales of strength and power. Even so, he was given a job, and he would complete it. But not before receiving the king's, shall we say, blessing?

As a bounty hunter, Eddie was trusted to be capable of venturing into the woods alone and bringing back a spirit of nature. As an alpha, he was not trusted to travel alone with an omega of any status.

The king snapped a cuff on his wrist, enchanted by the court's mage. "Should you lay a single ignoble finger on what is mine, this pretty bracelet shall slice your hand off."

"My king thinks so highly of me", Eddie grinned.

He was sent off for his quarry and to his credit, Eddie did attempt to remove the cuff, but of course there was nothing to do about it.

"And what constitutes an 'ignoble finger'?", Eddie mused out loud as he entered the forest. "Am I not allowed to shake his hand? Pat his shoulder?"

The first day, Eddie just tracked. He ignored the animal tracks for the most part, focusing on things that seemed natural, yet out of place. He didn't find anything the second or third day either, but continued deeper into the woods.

On the fourth day, he was entertaining himself by acting out a conversation between the king and his third scorned mistress to keep the boredom away.

"You talk to yourself a lot", a voice said from the trees.

Eddie looked up but saw nothing. It wasn't until his eyes adjusted to the sunlight dappling through that he made out a human figure.

"Well, well, well. Been lookin' for you for a while now", Eddie said.

#now that i think about it #i might been tryin to write sub!eddie #bc while he cant touch steve steve can touch him #but idk #apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #a/b/o #omegaverse #wip

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Twisted wonderland au the only change being that, instead of meeting Ace on the first day Yuu meets Sebek.

HE GOT LOST 💀💀💀

He was trying to find Malleus through Lilia's directions ("He's probably admiring some marble and stone during these hours." "???? I DONT UNDERSTAND.") and mistook Lilia's cryptic comment referring to gargoyles to be about the statues of the Great Seven.

Of course, he was surprised when he happened upon a human with their monster-cat??? familiar???? When he was expecting his young master

He immediately provokes them on sight, shouting why they're here. Yuu says that they were just passing through!!! Before Grim asks him about the statues. Sebek's jaw drops because??? These guys dont know who the Great Seven are??? PREPOSTEROUS (Proceeds to info dump to them)

Things actually go smooth from there!!! Sebek is pleasantly surprised that Grim is genuinely interested in the Great Seven and Yuu butts in with their own insightful questions. It all crashes to the ground when Sebek makes an offhand comment of how he can't believe that the school allowed a human walk around, especially with a CLEARLY not trained pet.

Cue Grim scorching the statue of the Thorn Fairy instead!!! Sebek is AGHAST. He is wailing on the ground begging for forgiveness, even before Crowley happens upon them. Crowley sighs and orders them to wash the windows, things go the same once more!

You might think: Oh, Sebek would NEVER ditch Yuu and Grim like Ace did, ESPECIALLY since its a punishment given from the headmaster himself. Consider the fact that Sebek has not seen nor heard from Malleus ever since he entered school premises, was trying to find him and is STOPPED from doing so because a human and their cat who probably has rabies scorched the THORN FAIRY'S statue.

He's going to try and find Malleus, ditching Yuu and Grim.

Now this is getting too long. So.

They actually catch Sebek without any help since Grim was unable to ditch Yuu 🫶

This Yuu is a bit more...wild (They fling Grim at the chandelier so that the chandelier could LAND ON SEBEK)

Crowley threatens expulsion and Sebek WAILS

The crying was so pathetic that Crowley told them to bring a magestone within the day, not before the sun sets/lh

They get to the mines, and Yuu and Sebek are BICKERING the whole time. "I CANT BELIEVE A PATHETIC HUMAN LIKE YOU HAS DRAGGED ME INTO YOUR MESS!!!" "WHO DITCHED THE PUNISHMENT THAT THE HEADMASTER HIMSELF GAVE US, HUH??? I CAN STILL SEE THOSE TEAR TRACKS" "SHUT UP!!!!"

Grim tried to butt into the conversation but Sebek and Yuu literally couldnt hear him over their shouting 💀

They encounter the ghosts 🔥🔥🔥 Sebek SCREAMS. Yuu makes fun of him as they run away and theres a slight hint of Sebek being scared of ghosts because of someone who "liked to dress up for halloween" (Lilia)

MAGESTONE SPOTTED 🔥🔥🔥

BLOT MONSTER ALSO SPOTTED 💀💀💀

They run away again, but not without Sebek saying bullshit about telling Yuu to run away WHILE IN THE WAY OF THE BLOT MONSTER. "STOP YOURE GOING TO DIE" "GET OUT OF HERE HUMAN, BEFORE BOTH OF US DO!" "ID LIKE FOR BOTH OF US TO STAY ALIVE ACTUALLY"

Yuu is able to convince Sebek to retreat and confronts him about his self-sacrifice bullshit. Sebek says that he's more durable than a human anyway. Yuu's concern is replaced with frustration, not knowing that Sebek is...technically right (THEY DONT KNOW HE'S HALF-FAE LMFAOOOO)

THEYRE STILL ABLE TO GET THE MAGESTONE!!! They distract the blot monster by making GRIM bait ("WHY CANT THE HENCHMAN DO IT" "YOURE SMALL AND YOU CAN BREATH OUT FIRE, YOU WANT TO SEND A HUMAN OUT THERE!?!!?!?" "Should i be offended") and Sebek uses his magic to defeat it. Yuu grabs the magestone and theyre OUTTA THERE

Grim eats the blot stone, except Sebek Heimlich maneuvers the fucking stone out of him. YEAH. THATS RIGHT. WE'RE GOING CANON DIVERGENT BABY (The stone reminded him of Lilia's cooking he not letting a bro go through that by a fucking STONE)

They get back to Crowley's office only to find him sleeping. Better be glad Sebek didnt find him with the expulsion papers he wouldve bawled

Yadda yadda, Yuu and Grim become one student, yadda yadda, Sebek and Yuu agree to NEVER speak about this experience ever again. They both expect to never bump into each other ever again

...Sebek finds out its past curfew and he's been locked out of Diasomnia (He would sleep in the courtyard but its so fucking cold no way in hell) (He knocks on Ramshackle's door looking like a kicked puppy) (Yuu lets him in out of pity)

Then ACE busts down the door, expecting NO ONE inside Ramshackle

Book 1 baby

yeah this shit long lawl uhhh id say ill continue but ill most likely forget send me an ask for each book about this if yo have low faith in me remembering 🙏🙏🙏

#twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #twst #twst sebek #sebek twisted wonderland #twst sebek zigvolt #my asks! #the crocodile cat and yuu #haha #i love puns #twst yuu #twst grim