#how dare someone decide to post it somewhere else

[kalims]

Hi, there! :D

I don't know if my request will be taken into account but you mentioned that it's okay to try.

I am not throwin' away my shot >:D (sorry my indoor theater kid comes out from time to time)

Type: Headcanons

Reader: Neutral

Scenary: The NCR boys see that a student from Noble Bell College or RSA who has been trying to flirt with the prefect, in a bold move steals the prefect's (first) kiss. How would they react and what would they feel?

I feel like it would be a rollercoaster of occurrences and complete chaos in NCR xD

If my request does not convince you, you can discard it without problems, but if not, take your time and without pressure, thank you 💐🌼✨👍✍️I love your TWST fics they always make me smile .

whisk away

premise. despite your many efforts of evading your seeming admirer, they remain persistent in their pursuit. you've considered just leaving them in the dust without an explanation whatsoever but you're too stunned to process the fact that they've just kissed you without a warning. next thing you know there's a murderous aura approaching.

characters. silver, jade, deuce, kalim, vil

note. you didn't really specify which characters jhshs so I took the liberty of scouring your blog and just put the ones you seem to like ^^ and I kid you not, used a wheel for the other 2 lol (so sorry, was gonna post this earlier but got busy since presentations came up so I only finished now.)

silver

has a mixture of shock and anger. which is mostly for your sake honestly, he wasn't gonna intervene cause he felt like you would wanna deal with it on your own so he feels the absolute mortification slipping into his bones. if he wasn't fully awake, then he definitely is now!

fully ready to talk some sense into that idiot who has no sense of space, hello?

last time he knew, you weren't really dating anyone. silver would know if you did, cause you both talk practically everyday and a lover would be something he should be aware of... unless you didn't talk? I mean, who else would just kiss you like that?

someone unpleasant. he decides. one look at your face and he knows immediately that it wasn't something you expected as well.

just pulls up with a rare look of anger directed to the student, brows furrowed, shoulders tense and all. everyone's used to the serene, calm look on his features so seeing him look so different probably put off said student so they scampered after a promise made by silver if they dared to stick around.

"leave, or find out what happens if you don't."

gone is the anger *poof* and is fretting over you now. are you okay? do you want him to knock some sense into that idiot? literally tell him anything, order him to do anything, and he'll do it (within reason) my guy is just here for your sake tbh.

kinda gloomy cause damn, that was your first? he wanted both of yours to be first and some grade a hole just decided to shatter all that. it makes him all the more irritated so if he can't have your first kiss, he'll just take your second, and every single other kiss you'll give.

jade

take the murderous aura and multiply it tenfold!!

jade doesn't really need to reach you and make his presence known by a few words cause it seems like everyone but you within 10 feet radius of him is sensing the murderous aura he's emitting. if it's not feeling that, then it's seeing the eery dark smile present on his face.

and he seems to be having a death march towards a specific direction so everybody knows where to avoid atleast. cause it seems like anyone on his path is gonna get trampled and no one likes a messy hall.

student in front of you pales, deluding themselves that maybe he's just heading somewhere behind them to vent out that rage or something but they glance behind and almost piss their pants when there is in fact, no one present near anywhere and he's getting closer.

so... they wanted to live so they just bolted out. an experience with one of the tweels won't be good news, and if jade is the one who has them in his sights... they'll take the head start thank you very much.

with the students face memorized and tucked into a corner of his mind he smiles almost innocently at you when you spot him and strike the most casual of conversation.

well, that's under the guise atleast. he's shooting you subtle questions about that person to which you reply innocently. oblivious to the grave you're digging for them yourself.

oddly enough jade started being strangely affectionate, a hand on the small of your back, maybe on your shoulder, arm, or a pat on your head as gratitude. but he seems to like kissing the back of your hand a lot...

*turns his head in their direction after kissing your hand*

deuce

I'll be perfectly honest. he doesn't really have much of an impact in terms of the intense aura that should have been felt. he looks a normal degree of angry, that's why the person hasn't gotten chased off even with the clear signs that deuce will be swinging a fist at probes.

unfortunate that's exactly what the person does. despite your clear reaction of disgust they still use you to rile up deuce. cooing at him while reaching for you, and chuckling about how they didn’t even know him, nor is it any of his business to interfere between two... lovers?

oh so they wanted to impact? they're gonna get one right now 👊 since it seems like they want to get to know him so bad they can get well acquainted with his fists, you know?

he made a promise to himself not to get involved with these type of mishaps! or at the very least resort to more peaceful methods than using violence as a sort of communication. the guilt eats him up a little but he thinks he'd never stand for someone who would disrespect you so blatantly!

almost comically, he looks like he spouts a pair of ears that of a dog's and turns to you. looking more apologetic compared to the fiery look he had a second ago, if he had a tail it would be tucked between his legs out of shame or something.

"I'm really sorry," he says. sulking. deuce apologizes to you, not for his choice of knocking out this random in the middle of the street but because of the fact that he did it in front of you. (also he's kinda jealous...)

if asked, he can, and WILL do it again.

don't blame him though! discreetly whisks you away to grab a bite. having literally no regards to the body looking like it's soul got knocked out laying, and looking out of place on the ground. maybe someone will check on them but definitely not him, they deserve it!

kalim

gasps loudly. "noooo!"

which is like a public proclamation that seeing that did everything but please him. which also means he's basically admitting he's jealous in an indirect way, might as well just say he likes you or something (he probably will if asked because he thinks it's nothing worthy of hiding.)

bounds up to you asking who that is quite loudly to the point where it would seem like he just stumbled upon you cheating on him. it doesn't help that he actually looks sad, teary and all. jamil is off, having paused in his trail since he was previously chasing the boy who ran off.

now he isn’t sure if he wants to get involved now. this is so embarrassing.

lowkey other student would just look back and forth to you, then to kalim. the latter in question unintentionally ignored his existence to be honest, since he was too busy shaking your shoulders and probing the answer of you.

"why would you kiss a stranger...?" he trails off, you did answer. kalim is genuinely wondering to himself if it was that easy cause damn, he scratches his head. that made no sense (says the guy who is making no sense.)

he makes it so obvious that he's pondering with the finger under his chin, eyes lost pointed at the air and the unnecessary loud humming... at this point the atmosphere became more awkward because you and the student is staring at him in bewilderment.

drag him off please, and explain it to him elsewhere. public is NOT a good place. so instead of him saving you out of a situation like this, you save him? talk about being built different...

vil

what in the sevens... he surely hopes his eyes are working correctly lest he needs contact lens, or glasses for that matter. either way he'll positively be as beautiful as he ever was.

although he's very pleased that someone notices the extent of your beauty, there are... other ways to express fondness admiration for you, and vil just can't respect someone who doesn't seem to have any shame for themselves for pressing on boundaries.

so this... fool clearly is a mere taint on your image!!! rid of them immediately! you needn't dirty your pretty mouth, rook does love cleansing the world of dirt like them so it's for the better good if they just never dare to appear to your face ever again.

what better way to hurt someone than aim for their pride? *trash talks so good about their attitude that they actually be pondering their life choices*

don't get him wrong. he doesn't like them, like at all. vil can full well do more damage by nit picking details about them they probably aren't even aware of but he'd never willingly give another person a reason to be insecure about themselves, even if they did terrible things.

plus, there's better ways to teach someone a lesson. they'll learn.

who wouldn’t be scared of an angry vil? they scampered away pretty quickly from a few words, even quicker when he mentioned rook but it's their problem to be paranoid whether the hunter is following them or not to be honest.

frets over you right after. living the dream.

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[strayed-quokka]

three in one || hwang hyunjin

» summary: hyunjin finds it depressing to hear that you’ve never had an orgasm. he’s determined to give you three in one night. at least. 

» pairing: hyunjin x reader

» rating: NC-17 minors please do not interact 

» genre: acquaintances to very well acquainted LMAO, porn with minimal (no) plot, implied he has a crush on you though

» warnings: WELL so… degradation, dom hyunjin, sub reader, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, overstimulation (if you squint), squirting, unprotected sex (it’s fiction ok do better), name calling, very brief crying, hyunjin is big, cowgirl, creampie, spanking, chocking, spitting, slapping (tame tho like once), hyunjin is smug af, sex at a party, hints of aftercare mentioned, i think i got it all now...

» words: 4,742

» a/n: i am revamping tomorrow hyunjin blog only everyone else irrelevant (i’m only joking do not come for me i very much love everyone) but fr i can't even defend myself anymore han i'm so sorry ily. also, i am hitting a milestone soon and have a celebration post up with some ideas in mind for how to celebrate so if you have any particular WIP's of mine you'd like to see first, you can find it here.

The silence in the room drove you further into your best friends arms, hiding out of sheer embarrassment at everyone's surprise. You hadn’t really thought about it, that spilling something you didn’t even deem a secret to be so… well, crazy.

“You’ve never?” Minho speaks up first, his face both disbelieving and feeling a little sorry for you. He’s incredibly outspoken, and you know both from him and others that unlike you, he has a rather successful sex life. 

“How do you know?” Felix interjects. 

“What do you mean how does she know?” Seungmin’s hit the back of his friends head, who in turn hits back as the two begin to argue amongst each other. 

“I mean… it’s not a big deal,” you try, but it’s met with even more outcry from your circle of acquaintances. That’s what makes it so awkward, maybe, that you’d dared share it to classmates that were more only known to you through Jisung, rather than being actual friends to you. 

“You’re in your sexual prime and you’ve never had an orgasm. How is that not a big deal?” Minho continues, and you don’t miss the compliment thrown in there somewhere that he considered you to be in your prime at university. 

“Maybe men just don’t do it for her,” Seungmin interjects, and you don’t miss the way he glances over at Hyunjin, who’d sat rather quietly the whole night. 

You’d ended up at a house party that was still going on all around you, mostly in the living room (where loud music could be heard even from the kitchen), but you were sat in a chair at the dining table, drink in front of you nearly finished, and your best friend and some of his friends around you. 

Hyunjin was the one you knew the least and also found the most difficult to speak to. Maybe it was the crush you’d been developing on him, or maybe it was the fact that he was just very, very hard to get a word out of when he wasn’t in a particularly talkative mood. 

“Wouldn’t blame her. We aren’t that great,” Minho looks entirely offended by Jisung’s offhanded comment next to you, as if he couldn’t believe the audacity of someone to even suggest it. Though it was all in good fun, and seconds later he’s breaking out into laughter. 

You’re thankful that the conversation bleeds into another hot topic and that the boys all seem to move on from your confession, even if part of you thinks they’ll be ready to bring it up again in no time. Deciding to slip away before that happens, you excuse yourself and offer to replace everyone's drinks while you grab water. 

“I’ll come with,” Hyunjin’s chair scrapes loudly, only muffled slightly by loud cheering out in the living room that makes all of you turn while he stands up, “could use the refill.”

You nod, realising very quickly that you’ve never actually been alone with Hyunjin. You shared art classes together, but he always sat on the other side of the room near one of the windows, and the few attempts you’d tried to make at conversation, always ended in you saying nothing before sitting back down defeated.

The annoyance on Hyunjin’s face is near commical when people push and stumble into you both, though it surprises you to feel him reach for your wrist and pull you further behind him to shield you. Maybe you’re overthinking it, but he seems more frustrated at people crashing into you than into him. 

“Fucking hell,” you both land by the bar that’s situated ontop of a rather unstable table, an assortment of half empty drinks and buckets of ice that hold wine.

“I just want water,” you interject when he’s about to refill your wine, and while his face seems a bit confused (something which you think is really, really annoyingly cute), he doesn’t argue with you or try to convince you to keep drinking.

“Water it is,” to no ones surpise, the water bottles are the most full, Hyunjin pouring it into your cup before handing it back to you. 

“Thank you,” he nods, making his own drink while you watch in silence. It feels a little awkward, but it may just be the fact that you’re staring at him whilst he’s ignoring you completely. 

“How many people have you slept with?”

You nearly spit out your drink, coughing while Hyunjin immediately reacts and hits your back lightly, waiting for you to steady yourself. He’s smiling, hiding his laughter, and you begin to feel so stupid for ever struggling to say a word to him. Whilst he’s rather introverted, from what you could tell, he seemed nothing but sweet. 

“Are you going to judge me?”

“No, I’m not asking so I can judge you for it,” he leans back against the table, something he maybe shouldn’t do given that it trembles slightly, his hands holding the edges.

“Six,” you clear your throat, crossing your arms in a defensive stance. He’s eyelevel with you, though his shoulder blonde hair is hiding his brown eyes, covering part of his face before he runs his hand through it. 

“Isn’t that a little sad?”

Immediately you recoil, feeling not only embarassment but shame as you look away. You can see him move out of the corner of your eye, but you refuse to look until he’s hooked his fingers under your chin and forced your head up, “you’ve been with six people and not even one could make you come?”

Again, you deflate in shame though this time a little differently, understanding that he hadn’t insulted you the way it had initially sounded to you.

“I mean… I… maybe I just can’t-”

“Bullshit, don’t even try to give me that excuse,” his fingers are still holding your chin up, and you watch him bite down on his lower lip before placing his drink down on the table. He’s thinking, what of you’re not sure, but you can practically see thoughts twist in his head before he leans down and kisses you. 

You don’t expect it, but it’s such a welcome surprise that you immediately melt against him. He’s electrifying you, pulling you in as he grips your waist and you fall further into him. It ends all too quickly, an embarassing sound close to a whine leaving your lips when he pulls away. 

“I’ll show you if you want…” he’s teasing you, nibbling gently on your left ear before leaving a wet kiss on your neck, “I’ll make it three.”

Hyunjin walks away before you have time to react, his drink in hand as he holds it up as if to say cheers, and you’re standing there wondering if you’re hallucinating or having a very imaginative dream. You’re wrong in thinking he’s going back to the kitchen though, for you see him turn the other way towards the staircase, looking back at you one last time with a knowing smirk. 

He’s inviting you. 

And you can’t seem to say no. 

You send Jisung a message that you’re with Hyunjin getting some air, choosing not to elaborate but saying just enough so that hopefully, he doesn’t worry too much about your lack of return and also doesn’t go looking for you (though with him, you could never be sure). 

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you head upstairs, being met with a rather spacious hallway and an assortment of photos on the walls and pots of flowers and plants along the doors. You have no clue where he is and don’t really want to check in every last corner, but turns out you don’t have to, for one door opens and arms snake around your waist and pull you inside before you can say a single word in protest. 

“Couldn’t resist, hmm?” the familiar voice makes you calm down, realising it’s Hyunjin that took you hostage and not a stranger, cornering you at the door that’s now kicked shut and locked. His eyes are darker, more driven with lust and you wonder if you look much the same. 

“Hyunjin-” he kisses you again, effectively shutting you up as you moan against him, feeling one of his hands slide to the back of your thigh, lifting your leg to push himself closer between you. It makes you arch into him, though he forcefully presses a hand to your chest to push you back into the door. 

“F-fuck me. You’ll ruin me,” he bites your neck, enough to sting but there’s a sense of pleasure that comes with it that makes the sensation rather addicting. You want him to do it again, “you think I never noticed you in class? Always looking at me but never saying anything? I was just waiting for you to speak to me.”

“Y-you noticed-”

“Hard not to notice you,” his eyes run along your body, hovering over the zipper that runs through the entirety of your dress at the front. Whilst it looks more like a decorative pieace, it also happens to be the way in and out of your tight dress that now, you realise, may also have been daringly short, “and then you show up in this.”

It’s the way he says it, so raw and rough as his hands run over the fabric, that makes you whimper again. You weren’t sexually inexperienced at all, but the way he was treating you made everything feel new again. 

You get barely a second to react to him lifting you up, your legs going around his waist while the skirt of your dress rises enough for him to see your panties that match the red of your outfit, as if you’d really thought this out, “Jesus.”

He’s captivated by you, using one hand to hold you up and using the other to push the fabric further up, until your underwear is so clear to him that he sees the way the barely there lace fabric clings to your folds. You tremble at his display of strength when he holds you up, reaching for his shoulders to pull him against you. 

His mouth is back on yours as he moves, eventually throwing you onto the bed with far more force than he needed to whilst he kicks his shoes off. You’re about to do the same with your heels, though his hands circle your ankles before he kisses the skin there, “leave them.”

It’s a demand you don’t say no to, watching him while he bruises and licks your inner thigh, leaving trails of kisses while your breathing becomes heavier and the room becomes hotter, “Hyunjin.”

He responds to his name easily, your dress up over your hips as his tongue glides over your clothed folds, and you’re already gripping the bedsheets roughly. He’s teasing you slowly, so painfully that you’re a whimpering mess underneath him and can barely comprehend when he’s pushed the fabric to one side, his tongue circling around your throbbing clit. 

“Fuck, H-Hyunjin,” he groans, making your entire body respond as his mouth does wonders on your cunt, twisting his tongue into patterns before dipping it inside your entrance. 

“You have no idea how good you taste,” and you’re inclined to believe it, if only for the way you see his eyes hungrily gaze into yours while he’s teasing the bundle of nerves gently between his teeth. Your legs push against him, forcing his head back down with your hand that grips his hair, but he doesn’t seem to mind as you practically suffocate him. 

It actually urges him on, if anything, to repeat what he’s doing and adjust his pace, and you clench around nothing as a familiar coil twists in your stomach that never quite goes over the edge of letting go. 

“Please,” you beg, and it sounds like music to his ears. His hands grip your hips, pushing you down hard enough to bruise, and the strength he displays, seeing the way his muscle strain under his shirt and him between your legs makes you lose it. 

Your entire body lets go, thighs likely crushing him between you as your body lifts off the bed, but he doesn’t let go or stop, moving with you as his hands go to you ass, kneading the skin as you grind against his lips, your orgasm tearing through you as you scream his name. 

“Hyunjin… god, Hyun- fuck,” you’re shaking, near tears because his tongue won’t stop lapping over your clit, and you’re half off the bed tempting him to absolutely ravish you. 

“P-please,” you’re trying to tell him it’s too much, but you’re just as desparate for him to never stop. Though he lets go with an obsence sound as you fall back down, seeing his face glisten from the little light from the moon outside. 

“I’m not done with you,” you nearly tell him you don’t want him to be, but the words get caught in your throat when he starts to undress. You’d known he was muscular, if you hadn’t already before you defintiely knew it when he’d been holding you against the wall or pushed you into the bed, but seeing it was different.

His muscles were perfectly defined, creating beautiful shadows and light with the source outside, and you don’t realise how much you’re staring until he’s laughing at you, “that surprised?”

“N-no,” but it sounds rather pathetic and you can’t even try to make yourself sound more stable, for he’s taking his jeans off next, left in only his briefs that seem to strain a lot aganst his hard cock. It looks so tempting, though when you go to take his last pieace of clothing off, he grabs your wrists and pins them over your head with one hand, laying beside you.

“Don’t,” it’s another demand and you listen, legs squeezing together when he kisses you again. He’s so calculated with everything, pulling away to lean his forehead against yours, watching the way your face twists and changes in pleasure and arousal as he begins to unzip your dress. 

Your tits practically spill out once the fabric allows them to, and Hyunjin can’t contain his surprise to find the metalic jewelry in both of them. It’s the first time since coming into this room that you feel like for a brief second, you have the upper hand, “like them?” you twist your body slightly, enough for them to push together whilst he’s still bound your hands together. 

“You’re gonna kill me,” the zipper is completely undone, your dress now open at the front as he takes one of your nipples into your mouth. It’s foreign to him, to feel a metalic object in his mouth, but he doesn’t mind when he hears the way you start panting again. 

He swears you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in his life, and he lets two of his fingers slip between your slick folds again with next to no warning, smirking when you cry his name out, “are you going to be good and come for me again?”

“Y-yes,” he grins, eyes falling onto yours to watch you, see the way your face changes as one of his fingers pushes inside you. The cold metal of his ring makes you clench, and he hisses at the feeling. 

“How the hell are you going to fit my cock if you’re this tight?” he pushes the imposing digit in and out of you, agonising in his movements before he adds another. Hyunjin feels the way you relax more and more, your chest moving up and down with heavy breaths as your eyes begin to close. 

He decides he doesn’t like that, sitting up in a way that allows his free hand to go around your throat, squeezing lightly. The shock makes you open your eyes, and immediately, he stops the small constriction in airflow, “good girl.”

You whimper, a crying sound that turns into a louder moan when a third finger slips inside you, “did you like that?” 

There’s a blush on your cheeks when you nod, and Hyunjin makes a mental note to remember it, “so you like it rougher?”

In a way, it doesn’t surprise him, but it makes him grin as his fingers push deeper, enough for you to arch up, though you’re flat on the matress again when his hand is back on your throat, “is this okay?”

He’s asking out of concern, even if you aren’t offering up much resistance, but he stops the grip he has on you when you don’t say anything first, “yes. Please d-don’t stop.”

“Hmm, you really act like a whore,” he’s grinning, feeling you clench around his fingers at the insult and more and more, his thought that you love to be degraded very much seems to ring true. 

He doesn’t warn you when his thumb finds your clit, nor do you expect it. You’d been so distracted by his fingers inside you and his insults and the hand occasionally on your throat that it was the very last thing you expected, realising how close to the edge you actually were when he teases you there. 

“Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop. Hyunjin p-please,” and how could he say no if you begged so nicely? He leans down, kissing the shell of your ear before he whispers. 

“On one condition,” you’re ready to give anything, feeling tears sting at the corners of your eyes from the frustration you feel, “you ride my cock like the slut you are.”

It pushes you over the edge, your eyes squeezing shut as your body pushes off the bed again, though he’s quick to push you down and hold you there with his free arm, fingers still deep inside you as your walls clench around him. His thumb is still teasing your clit, briefly stopping the motion to spit on the throbbing bundle of nerves before letting his saliva mix with your orgasm. 

Your come is along his forearm and even on his thighs with the way he’d been sat, but he’s relentless on not stopping, enough to send an afterwave of another shattering orgasm that has you squirting onto him again, and you’re crying and screaming his name over and over from pleasure that’s too much. 

He wonders if the whole house hears it, but honestly, he’s not that sure he cares, nor does he care how you’re spilling onto someone’s bedsheets. 

“H-Hyunjin,” your tired arms dig into his biceps, tearing the skin red, making him hiss, fingers slipping out of you before he slaps your pussy, your body arching off the bed when he does, “f-fuck.”

“Open,” you’re barely able to comprehend anything, but your jaw goes slack as you let two of his fingers push in, immediately sucking on his digits and tasting yourself on your tongue, “you made such a mess, princess.”

You groan, still shaking from your orgasm though seeing the way his thighs and arms are glistening in your juices. He looks nearly just as spent, breathing heavily, his hair clinging to his skin by his neck and forehead, but you don’t think you look any better. 

“Let’s take this off,” he helps you out of your dress fully, your underwear following quickly before he strips naked before you. Your jaw practically drops again, seeing his cock spring free and slap his stomach. You feel yourself get more aroused, and it doesn’t surprise you to feel some of your arousal stick to your thighs. 

“You look ruined,” he’s grinning, hand cupping your cheek as he admires the streaks of mascara and mess of light pink lipstick on your face. You still look beautiful.

You push your body up to sit on the edge of the bed where he stands, eye-level with his waist as your hands go to his hips. He seems to know what you’re doing, but he thinks he prefers you in a different position, “knees.”

It’s like you’re possessed, for you’re on your knees in an instant, your heels against your ass while the wooden floor digs into your skin, “open your mouth.”

You do as you’re told, looking up at him just as he spits into your mouth again. When you’re about to swallow it, he tsks, stopping you, “stick your tongue out.”

When you do, he’s grinning, seeing how eager you are to please him makes his cock twitch as he lays the tip onto your tongue. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone respond so eagerly, but you wrap your mouth around him immediately, eyes looking up at him wide and innocently. 

He doesn’t know how much longer he can go without fucking you. 

“Good girl,” you love the praise, even as your jaw aches slightly from his girth. His cock is long and thick, your mouth far too small, though you manage to push yourself about halfway before you’re chocking. 

Hyunjin’s hand goes to your hair, tugging it harshly to make you look up, and it’s that innocent look again, sucking on his cock like you’re starved, that makes him lose all reserve, yanking you back so his cock springs free again. You don’t get much of a warning when he leans down, hands going to your waist as he lifts you up rather roughly, making you yelp as your arms go around him. 

His cock is pressed against your folds, making you both moan as the tip grazes your entrance. You’re coating him in your slick, and he doesn’t waste a second to fall back on the bed first with you on top of him. Your small fingers find his cock whilst you lift yourself up, letting his tip push just past your aching hole as you let out a mewl. He’s barely a centimeter inside you and already, you feel painfully tight, “go slow… it’s okay.”

You nod, feeling him steady you by your hips to hold you up if needed, and even though it pains him considerably, he’s letting you choose the pace as he mostly stays unmoving. His cock feels like it’s splitting you open, clenching around him and making him hiss when you do, but you will yourself to relax and slowly inch yourself up and down on the bit of his cock that you’ve managed to fit inside you. 

“Hmm look at you… you’re being so good,” the praise makes you eager and willing, and he feels the way you respond to his words, slowly going an inch further. 

You don’t notice his cock fully inside you until you realise you’re fully straddling his lap, his head rolling back just seeing the way he’d disappeared in you. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, having you above him, naked and wanting. 

It’s absolutely agony for him to see you slowly bounce up and down, getting used to his length and moaning every time he bottoms out, your tits moving more and more the faster you go, and he reaches to pinch your nipples, teasing the pierced flesh as you whimper before slapping the skin.

“F-fuck,” he wants to move, be rougher, but he doesn’t unless you tell him he can, until you tell him you want more, “m-more.”

It’s like music to his ears, and he immediately begins to meet your thrusts, using the strength in his body to be rougher, his hands finding your ass and giving it a daring slap to see how you react. Your hands fall to his chest, steadying yourself while you bounce on his cock, and he slaps your ass one more time, harder, feeling the way your walls clench tightly around him when he does. 

“You like that?” you nod, a tired yes leaving your lips, and Hyunjin decides that maybe, he’ll let you rest a bit. Though his idea of rest is rather different from most, “sweetheart, let me.”

Feeling his cock leave you nearly makes you cry, but he’s turning you around so your back is to him, slipping himself back inside your pussy without thinking about it much, as if it's molded for him. You’re not sure what he’s planning as he sits up slightly, letting your back fall to his chest, pushing your legs up against your stomach so you’re folded against him, allowing him more control of how deep he goes inside you whilst his hands hold your ankles by your heels. 

You realise quickly that Hyunjin had changed the position because it would allow him to thrust into you faster, and he’s immediately relentless with his pace, making you cry out his name as every angled movement of his cock hits inside you beautifully. 

Your tits bounce deliciously, his mouth sucking hickeys onto your shoulder to hide his groans, one arm moving to hold you under your knees while the other finds your throat again, “you’re gonna come on my cock.”

It’s not a request but rather you being told, and you meekly nod as your fingers go over those around your neck, daring him to squeeze tighter. He does, fucking into you harder, hard enough that you wonder if his hips will bruise you, but your senses are overwhelmed and you can’t help it when your free hand goes to your clit, teasing the nerve just like Hyunjin had done earlier. 

It makes him lose it, seeing you pleasure yourself with his cock deep inside you and his hand around your neck, and he’s almost relieved when your body stops moving before it crashes into your third (or fourth?) orgasm of the night, screaming his name so loudly that he knows it was heard downstairs just as his cum spills inside you, coating your walls as you clench and twist in his arms, your sweat covered back sticking to his chest. 

Hyunjin slows, but he’s still thrusting into you, more languid as he pushes his cum inside you, and you let out a strained moan when you see him slip out of you, the mess of both your orgasms on his cock and spilling out of you whilst you try to regain your breathing. 

It’s peaceful first, as you lay next to Hyunjin trying to kick your heels off, though you eventually give up and he does it for you with a little laugh, though he's interrupted with a knock on the door. 

“Hyunjin, what the fuck did you do?” it’s not angry, but you recognise the teasing voice of your best friend and you immediately want to disappear. You’re convinced you can never leave this room again, or if you do, it’ll have to be through the window. 

“I was only trying to help,” you look next to you, about to hit Hyunjin for the way he’s teasing yet the way he lays there, so ethereal and practically glowing from the aftermath still panting, you can’t bring yourself to. 

“Ah, well I take it it was succesful?” there’s laughter, all good natured but it makes you hide in Hyunjin’s chest anyway, and the blonds heart practically melts seeing you push into him. 

“It would be very rude of me not to have been!” 

He kisses your forehead, the laughter fading away and whilst you know they’re only well intending, you know you’ll never live any of it down. If not from Jisung, then definitely from Minho, from what you could gather.

Or Seungmin.

“Are you okay?”

You look up at Hyunjin, seeing the very real concern in his eyes and it takes your breath away. Your silence, however, worries him, and his face immediately turns into a frown, “did I hurt you?”

“No! No, I’m just… tired.” 

He nods, understanding because he feels much the same, but he doesn’t really want to keep you in this mess. 

“Can you get up for me?”

You sit up slowly, his fingers running along your arm in patterns as he urges you on, smiling, “let’s clean you a bit. I’ll drive you to mine and you can shower? I’ll order us some food. How does that sound?”

Honestly, you could really use the meal. That, and food always tasted better when it was free. 

“I like pizza,” Hyunjin laughs, nodding as he does his best to clean up the mess on your body with the ruined sheet that he’ll have to throw on the floor for the laundry (or even burn). 

“Pizza it is.”

got nothing to say aside from feedback, comments, reblogs etc always appreciated and yeah... i got no defense hyunjin has me in a chokehold it's getting toxic fr

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[jasonsmirrorball]

the road not taken looks real good now [669]

gn!reader, exes to ?, hopeful ending, light angst, a tribute to the piece i wrote in 2022 inspired by tis the damn season and hometown loves

He doesn’t ask you to stay, no matter how badly you wish he would. And no matter how bad the words linger on the tip of your tongue, you don’t ask him to wait.

The thought of him like that, wrapped up and in love with someone that isn’t you, makes your stomach turn cruelly, but still you say nothing. Bit by bit, you pack up the life you’ve always known – how do you manage to fit years into a single suitcase, you wonder bitterly. It seems like a condemnation – a sign that you were always meant for something else, something not Gotham and her grey, or the tourmaline eyed man who watches over her.

Jason sees you off – puts you on the train like it’s one of those old war movies and stays on the platform until you can no longer see him, the carriage pulling suddenly into the dark tunnel that’s meant to carry you to your great destiny. It sits in your stomach, bitter and mournful. 

He doesn’t kiss you goodbye. You don’t ask. Neither of you say a thing, but the seconds count down, closer and closer to your departure. The station is busy, thrumming with a restless energy that isn’t entirely your own. You watch over his shoulder as a woman rushes, laden with bags and clutching a small child’s hand, into the open doors of the same train you need to get on. Another man shoulders past a group of teenagers, a phone clattering to the ground and a chorus of yells going up.

Somewhere in the chaos, his hand finds yours. It’s a pitiful replacement for all the words that go unsaid, and you can feel – not for the first time since you’d decided to leave – your heart cleave painfully, another fragment falling to the greying tiles at your feet and shattering. At this rate, you’re unsure how much of it will be left by the time you get to where you’re going. 

The seconds flip closer, closer. A squeeze, and then your hand is falling away. Come home. I love you. I miss you already. Don’t go. 

He says nothing, and you wish he would. 

Jason watches you go.

You stay away for a year. A year turns into two and somehow, despite it all, the years continue to pass. You’re twenty six the next time you set foot in Gotham, bundling into the back of your dad’s car when he picks you up outside the airport. 

It feels strange, driving down these roads. The cold bites, even through the rolled up windows and blanket that’s been in the backseat since you were five. You clutch it closer, eyes gazing out. You think if you stare hard enough, you’ll see the ghosts of your youth.

At street corners, under awnings and under lamp posts flickering to life – they’re everywhere. You don’t dare to breathe old names, but you’re suddenly eighteen once more, tired old heart beating once more for the one that haunts every memory. In dreams, in constellations and first kisses – there he remains.

And then, when you walk into that damn dive bar, address flashing on your phone and confirming that yes, this is where your friends had wanted to meet –

All roads inevitably lead back to him. This is a truth he must have known, you think, when you lock eyes with the ones that have haunted you for more than half a decade and they crease at the corners in pleasure.

Jason rounds the counter. 

“You’re back,” he says. You, dazed, dizzy, anguished and lovesick, can only nod. Blue-green threatens to swallow you whole – to keep you, forever. Fingers you’ve not touched in an age tangle with your own and warmth blooms through your fingertips.

“Will you stay,” he asks, adding, belatedly, “for a drink?”

You squeeze his hand. The ache in your chest mellows – real, it whispers. Real, and here, and – yours? 

“I’ll stay,” you murmur and his mouth curls into a shadowed smile, quietly pleased. 

it always leads to you in my hometown is one of those fics i think about a lot for no damn reason. i don't particularly consider it one of my best works but it's so dear to me and i think the reunification of love, the return home and the bitterness of parting is just so….it does my head in (in the best way)

i got to see the song that inspired this fic (and others that provided the soundtrack to SO MANY of my fics) live a few weeks ago and it was such an incredible experience. i don't know, folklore and evermore are just so precious and dear to my heart. i love the stories in those albums and it made me so inexplicably happy being able to see the songs that inspired these fics live and thinking about jason and the memories i've made writing these silly little fics.

anyway i hope you enjoyed this little piece, i hope you're doing well and eating well. i love you

#jay my heart #jasonsmirrorball #divider by saradika #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #x reader #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd fic

[virginiadre]

The Love of an AQUARIUS

Making this post to highlight how the Aquarian native explores their romantic and erotic nature as seen from the natal chart.

Moon In Aquarius: The individual born under this sign is cool-headed and cerebral and tends to distrust emotions as being messy and irrational. Strong feelings such as anger and jealousy make you uncomfortable and, though outwardly friendly, at heart you’re somewhat of a loner. Aquarians “feel” with their minds, and your inclination is to deny or repress emotions instead of dealing with them directly. Adept at analyzing everyone else's motivations, you're often totally clueless where your own are concerned.

We move on to how they are behind closed doors: In the the bedroom, you’re daring and unconventional. A genuine nonconformist, you’re sexually uninhibited and predisposed to experimentation; if something sounds fun, you’re willing to give it a go. You exude a sex appeal that positively crackles with electricity, and you believe that nothing is too far out as long as it pleases both partners. However, no matter how much you enjoy making love, you always keep your wits about you and never allow yourself to be totally swept away by passion. Lovemaking has little meaning for you unless it truly engages your mind along with your body, and you respond as readily to verbal suggestion as to physical stimulation.

Venus In Aquarius: Essentially an intellectual, you live more in your mind than in your body. Yet despite your open, friendly manner, you somehow come off as cool and detached. Your freewheeling attitude concerning standards of behavior is unusual to the point of eccentricity and you set your own rules. Since your head is usually somewhere in the clouds, you’re often oblivious to the fact that someone is attracted to you. You get noticed because you’re offbeat and original and people respect the way you champion the underdog, even when it puts you in the line of fire.

Friendship, rather than sex or romance, is at the foundation of your intimate relationships and there’s a good chance that you’ll become involved with a broad spectrum of people during your lifetime. In a relationship, you’re looking for intellectual rapport, and are attracted to individuals who are quirky in their own right. It’s easy for others to be with you because you don’t make emotional demands and your attitude lends your romantic alliances a feeling of freedom and respect.

Mars In Aquarius: With this mars, your emotional side may struggle because your energies are mainly focused on intellectual pursuits. Natives of this sign have an original view of the world, and it can be difficult to figure out what makes them tick. Since those with Mars in Aquarius enjoy confusing people, that’s fine with them. The freewheeling individualist with this placement will fight passionately for a cause or ideal, yet maintain a seemingly detached attitude when dealing with personal issues. The sexual side of love may not be all that important to you, but you’re open-minded where sex is concerned and intrigued by novelty. Although the thought of intense involvement scares you, when you do decided to commit, it’s usually for the long haul.

An interesting person who is a little eccentric intrigues and attracts you. Originality gets your attention, and unpredictability keeps you coming back for more. You’re more likely to be aroused by intellectual curiosity than by sexual signals alone. People with Mars in Aquarius are often willing to experiment with different sexual styles; or try a taboo merely out of curiosity.

~ Erotic Astrology: The Sex Secrets of Your Horoscope Revealed, by Phyllis Vega

#astrology observations #astro notes #moon in aquarius #venus in aquarius #mars in aquarius #astrology

[nuancedeaths]

Posted this in December on ao3 but thought I might share it here too...

REVERIE

Word count: 3.2k

Summary:

"You're beautiful, Simon. If anyone dares tell you otherwise, I'll put a bullet through their fucking skull." Simon scoffs, reaching for one of Johnny's hands and giving it an affectionate squeeze. "You really know your way to a man's heart, Johnny." "Aye, so you admit, there is a heart in there somewhere?" – John and Simon try their best to navigate their relationship through Simon's past trauma, the progress is slow, but they're getting there.

Johnny found out about Simon's nightmares one night on a mission. They were left overnight with no evacuation possible until morning to huddle together in an old abandoned farmhouse until sunrise.

Being in a compromised position, Johnny suggested they take turns being on watch in case they managed to get any unwanted company during the night.

Simon offered to be on watch the entire night to let him get enough rest, but there was no way Johnny would agree to that. Not only to let Simon rest up, but also for the simple fact that not getting enough sleep could compromise him in the event they are faced with an unfriendly face at the window.

Simon took the first watch and dutifully woke Johnny for his turn two hours later before he found himself a corner to rest in.

Johnny could tell he was nervous about actually trying to sleep, so he decided he would give the man his space and keep the questions to himself.

He broke that agreement the moment he heard the other man crying, muffled pleading into the quiet night.

"Ghost?" He'd called out, a bit nervous.

His hand reached for the knife at his side, in case someone had gotten to him. But when he rounded the corner, he found the man alone, huddling in the corner with his head tucked between his knees.

"Ghost?"

No response. Then softer.

"Simon?"

That seemed to break through to him and he looked up, startled.

Johnny could almost swear he saw tears in the man's eyes.

"You alright, LT?"

"I'm fine."

Johnny knew that was a lie, but he didn't want to push anything, so he let it go, figured if Ghost wanted him to know, he would've told him.

Maybe Johnny did mean more to Ghost than he initially realised, because not long after, on one of their tired nights awake after everyone else had long gone to bed, Ghost told him about Roba. The nightmares, why he never shows his face.

That's when Johnny first saw Simon, under the mask, under his persona. He saw the man that underwent years of trauma to become a ghost of what he once was.

Johnny had been fond of the lieutenant for a while now, but seeing the real Simon Riley under the hard exterior made him fall harder than he expected.

He began to see parts of Simon in Ghost. In the way he took his tea, the joy in his voice when he told one of those awful jokes.

Johnny loved him, he realised one day Ghost had a scare about a bullet that had nearly hit him, how he fussed over making sure Johnny was alright.

It took far quicker for them to finally kiss than Johnny thought it would. Just one late night, a bottle of Bourbon and a whispered admission later, Simon kissed him hard and rough.

Touch starved.

They didn't make it another day before they had a second kiss, or a third, or a fourth, for that matter.

The dam wall had broken and there was no way to contain months of feelings, mutual feelings, banter that was overstepping the line of flirting.

There was one rule that they'd established early on. A very clear line in the sand that would never be crossed.

No sex. No unwarranted touching. And they were taking everything at Ghost's pace…

Simon's pace.

Johnny had no problem with that, more than willing to let Simon be comfortable around him and find love without being pressured. Johnny's also relieved that their agreement spares him the awkward conversation about Johnny wanting to save himself for marriage.

So it works. They keep it wholesome and they enjoy each other's company and affection at their own pace.

Johnny's favourite time of day was the evening, those rare occasions he could slip into Ghost's room without suspicion and they could lie together, talking for hours, holding hands under the blankets.

One night, as Johnny watches Simon switch his uniform for a nondescript white t-shirt, he gets an idea that makes his face flush in an instant.

He's already sitting in the bed when the other man walks over to it, leaning over to give Johnny a kiss to his forehead.

"I want to ask you something, you can say no, but I just want to try."

"What is it?"

"I want to see you," Johnny says simply, hand hesitating over Ghost's shirt. "If it's alright with you?"

The other man looks like he's genuinely weighing out the options.

"Fine, but our trousers stay on, MacTavish," Ghost warns and Johnny gives him a confident nod and a smile.

"Aye, I'm in no rush. You forget, LT. I try not to stray too far from my virtue."

And that was true. There may have been examples of better, more virtuous men, but Johnny took pride in trying to keep to his faith, despite everything. It grounds him when they're under fire, gives him something to hold on to when he genuinely fears he might lose his life out there. It gives him something to hope for in the terrible scenario that he finds his lover dead, that they'll be reunited after death.

He spends most nights praying that they'll have enough time together. On his more optimistic, yearning days, he prays for a marriage. He wants more than just Ghost. He wants Simon in his arms, next to him every morning, kissing his temple on those nights he's shaking with nightmares from a past life.

He really is in no rush with Simon. There's much more to loving him than what's in his pants. He really wants Simon to understand that. He hopes after all he's been through, Johnny will be able to show him he deserves to be loved without the necessity of sex.

Ghost lets Johnny tug the shirt over his head and discard it on the floor next to the bed.

He sits back against the headboard and Johnny moves closer to sit between his knees, making sure to let Ghost know he's in control.

What Johnny finds beneath the fabric is no surprise, but he sucks in a sharp breath anyway.

"May I touch you?" He says before he's actually thought about it. Ghost gives him a bit of a dramatic eye roll but nods anyway.

From his position, leaning over Ghost with a soft, sympathetic smile on his lips, he ran a tender hand over the man's exposed collarbones, tracing his thumb gently over the skin in a way that dripped with the softest of affections.

It was a new thing, really. This level of intimacy between them, the times they're allowed to be gentle and meticulous with each other. Outside of the cover of night, Johnny and Simon's relationship was a fleeting thing that burned like fire. Untamed needing that manifested in desperate kisses, when the gunfire was muted and they pulled themselves into a corner to hold each other. Just to remind the other that they're still here, still breathing.

In those moments, its borderline painful when Simon tugs him closer by his heavy gear to kiss him like his life depended on it, only to release him moments later to find the others and act as though they did not know each other much more intimately than they let on.

This was none of that.

Johnny steadied his hand over the beating of Simon's heart, feeling the man still beneath his touch, like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop and something terrible to happen. But it doesn't.

Johnny would be lying if he said it didn't break his heart, though.

Simon's body knew no gentle touch. That much was evident with the amount of violence carved into him.

Jagged knife edges, bullet wounds, shrapnel.

Johnny grimly wondered if there was a pain left that he had not endured.

And here he is, with his body exposed to a man that could very nearly give him another to add to the ensemble on his chest.

Cautiously, as to not startle him, Johnny leaned forward and nosed against the soft dip of Ghost's neck, moving to trail soft kisses against the column of his throat.

He feels Simon's heart race under his palm, warm and steady in building hysteria. Soap smiles into his warm skin.

"Your skin is so soft."

He feels the heart rate rise again, heat flushing the man's neck against Johnny's mouth.

"I moisturise, fucking flawless isn't it?" Simon says simply, so deadpan that Johnny can't tell if he's trying to make light of the array of scars covering his body or genuinely happy with his skincare routine.

Either way, it makes Johnny smile.

"Aye. Not even a blemish."

Both men chuckle a little at that.

Johnny places his hands on Simon's shoulders, too afraid to put them elsewhere, and nuzzles his face into the side of his neck.

He takes in the sweet scent radiating from his skin and smiles a bit at the nostalgia it gives him.

He chuckles a little, shakes his head in half disbelief and just places an affectionate kiss to his neck.

"Simon Riley, stone cold killer, the Ghost himself, am I mistaken or do I detect a hint of baby oil?"

Johnny can barely keep the grin out of his voice as Simon's face goes a shade or two redder.

"I can't confirm anything, sergeant. M'fraid that's classified information."

Johnny hums into a kiss. Its slow and deliberate. He can almost feel the other man smiling against him.

This was so unusually soft for them, its new territory. But he likes it.

He takes his time now, in the silence, the absence of danger around them.

Johnny prefers this to an adrenaline high kiss after a gunfight any day, even if opportunities like this are rare.

He likes taking his time figuring out what Simon likes, being gentle with him.

This was progress, though. Simon's never been comfortable enough to take his shirt off.

Simon flinches slightly when Johnny drags a hand down his chest, stopping a considerable distance above the waistband of his trousers, but it still gets a reaction out of him.

Simon's hand shoots out to grab him by the wrist, eyes wide with something that looked a lot like fear.

Johnny retracted his hands in an instant, offering him a soft apology.

"It's just me, you're alright."

Simon's breathing eases and Johnny gives him a moment to compose himself. He's not Roba. He's not that son of a bitch who Simon was unfortunate enough to call a father, either.

Johnny knows what happened. There's no way the ominous line my father used to taunt me with snakes as a kid" didn't have a far more sinister meaning behind it. He knows Simon was a cheap commodity when he was with Roba, for anyone to use when they needed to blow off steam.

He's gathered as much from the muttered words in his sleep, the pamphlet on living with childhood sexual trauma Johnny'd accidently found, collecting dust in his desk drawer. He doesn't ask questions about why the man insists on showering twice a day and never feeling quite clean.

He wants to give back what those two stole from him.

Control.

"Too low?"

A grunt of acknowledgement. A yes.

"Okay, its your call, LT. We can stop or you can put my hands where you want them."

For a moment, Simon genuinely weighed out the options before slowly reaching for Johnny's hands and placing his open palms on his chest. Warm. Wanted.

Johnny's eyes never strayed from Simon's, the searing eye contact burning a warm glow in his stomach.

He needs to stop before he loses himself to the heat of the moment.

But oh–

Simon presses Johnny's hands onto his chest and Johnny squeezes his pectoral muscles lightly, cautious but gentle.

A small, stuttered sigh escaped Simon beneath him.

"Is this alright?"

A barely perceptible nod. Like a delicately balanced art, where he was on the edge of tipping over into uncertainty, but he trusted Johnny enough to let him do this.

He's almost afraid to touch him, to move his hands from that one position, but he traces the skin tentatively, mapping out every one of the man's acquired scars in safe reach.

Just to say, 'I see your imperfections, I love them, I love you'.

I love you…

It seems like the easiest thing in the world to say, but it gets caught in his throat.

He punctuates the unsaid affection with a kiss to the space between his eyebrows, feeling Simon furrow his brow in thought.

Johnny feels the scar tissue of a knife wound under his palm but it doesn't bother him in the slightest.

He's hyper aware of how stuttered Simon's breathing has become, as though Johnny's beginning to unwind the coil of tension keeping him rigid and silent.

It offers Johnny a boldness he doesn't expect.

Watching Simon's face intently, Johnny brushed a thumb carefully over the other man's nipple. His expression remained mostly the same, except for a swallowed whimper that gets caught in his throat.

It's a beautiful sight really, seeing him so vulnerable but trusting enough to let this happen. Johnny tries to memorize the image of him, bare skin under his hands, mouth tipped open ever so slightly, uneven breaths, racing heartbeat.

There's a stray lock of hair fallen out of place and covering his forehead that Johnny brushed back into position.

"Still alright?"

"Affirmative."

Johnny feels need creep closer at the sound, staining his senses red with a different kind of heat he doesn't want to indulge himself in.

Not now. Not with Simon still seeing his abusers burned into his eyelids. It wouldn't be right.

And he wants to marry the man first. He wants to do it right, treat him right. Love him the way he deserves.

Simon is a marvel, a beautifully dangerous man, scars and all.

He's startled when he feels warm hands fiddle with the hem of his shirt and he looks up to find urgent brown eyes.

"May I?"

Johnny nods, trying not to look too eager. He helps Simon in removing his shirt. Heat rushes to his cheeks as the man gives him a once over.

He'd lie if he said he wasn't more than a little intimidated by Simon's gaze. His eyes were just as intense without the mask as they were when he was wearing it.

It's Simon that makes the first move, pulling Johnny down to kiss him, pushing their chests together. Skin against skin, at long last.

"Hands where I can see them, Johnny," Ghost warns against his mouth and Johnny immediately moves his hands to steady himself against the headboard behind Simon instead.

Simon's calloused fingers brush up from his hip, counting his ribs with his thumbs, mapping him. Taking stock of each scar on his body, now seeming inconsequential in comparison to Simon's scars.

He'd be a liar if he said he didn't feel vulnerable like this.

He's watched those very hands, now digging into his skin with gentle, pliant heat, kill men without mercy. He's seen the violence that could come from him just as much as he knows the affection.

He wonders who the last person was that Simon touched with so much tenderness. Selfishly, he sort of hopes he's the first.

Simon pulls him in for another kiss, a more heated, desperate one than the first.

Johnny's just glad he's feeling comfortable enough to initiate things.

It's a long way from where they started, where even the subtlest of affection would set him on edge.

Johnny savours the warmth of his hands against his waist, keeping him in place. He dutifully keeps his hands on the headrest until Simon clumsily reaches for them and rests them tentatively in the dips of his hips.

He's hesitant and his hands shake far too much for him to be completely sure of himself.

But Johnny knows how hard this is. This wasn't Ghost, this was Simon. The man he tried to bury over years of indifference, coldness.

Ghost has never trusted anyone else with Simon and Johnny feels honoured to know him behind that mask.

He's not an unfeeling killing machine. He's just a man.

His train of thought is broken when Simon speaks.

"You need someone better than me, Johnny. You deserve someone pretty."

Simon's gaze is fixated on Johnny's exposed skin, comparing it to the state of his own with more than a little pain in his eyes.

Just thinking about the self loathing in that statement makes his blood boil. Simon didn't lose his innocence to a man who couldn't control himself or get used as a means of pleasure against his will to call himself undesirable or unworthy.

Johnny cups a hand to Simon's jaw, stroking his thumb along three day old stubble.

"You're beautiful, Simon. If anyone dares tell you otherwise, I'll put a bullet through their fucking skull."

Simon scoffs, reaching for one of Johnny's hands and giving it an affectionate squeeze. "You really know your way to a man's heart, Johnny."

"Aye, so you admit, there is a heart in there somewhere?"

"Fuck off."

But it's far too affectionate for him to mean it.

They decide to call it a night soon after that, before things get too serious.

Johnny meets urgent brown eyes and offers the man one last, chaste kiss before he turns to his side of the bed.

"Suppose we should be getting to bed, don't wanna push you too far in one night," Johnny says as he retrieves Simon's shirt from the floor. He slips back into his own.

Johnny says it in part for himself and the rapidly approaching arousal he wants to keep at an arm's distance. He needs to think of something else before he gets himself too worked up.

The last thing he wants to do is make Simon uncomfortable. Heaven forbid he has more need for that pamphlet in the desk drawer. He doesn't want to trigger anything from his past.

Johnny can't bear the thought of hurting Ghost. It makes him physically sick.

Wordlessly, they settle into bed and Johnny turns to face the other man.

They're tired. They both are.

When the silence has settled just enough to lay heavy, a thoughtful little smile finds Johnny's lips. He finds the strength to say the words.

"Love you, Si."

Simon says nothing but intertwines their fingers under the blanket and raises their clasped hands to his mouth for a kiss to Johnny's knuckle.

Johnny lies there a while, awake, in quiet reverie.

In rare moments like these, the banter dies away and unmasks what lies beneath it. The raw emotion, the history and the heartbreak. They say it, all the things they can't express during the day.

The honesty catches them sober and still overtakes them.

He savours the moment, because he knows all the walls they broke down tonight will be back in the morning and this will all feel like a fever dream.

While he still has this, has them, Johnny loops an arm around Simon's waist and pulls him against his chest, holding the man protectively against him.

"I promise as long as I'm here, LT, I'll never let anyone lay a hand on you again."

It's enough honesty for one night.

Tomorrow, everything will go back to normal.

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[unknownfacelessfanfictions]

Living Sanctuary

Hemmer x fem!reader (can be read as romantic, however is more platonic with developing feelings) Words: 2.3K Summary: She never really learned anything about his home. Until one day she did Inspired by this post from @nichestartrekkie0-0 (If fanfics not your thing, just ignore this :)) so please chek out their art it's AMAZING

A drop of sweat ran down her forehead, down her temple, down her cheek and was wiped aside by her sleeve before it could fall to the floor.

Her arms felt heavy, but she didn't dare move them for fear that the objects in them would fall to the ground and shatter. Something she could not afford, after all, Hemmer needed these things. At least she was certain there was no harm in them.

The cooling system was offline and no matter how hard the engineers tried, it wasn't getting any better. In the end, it had turned out to be a fault in the system, which could be rectified by a simple reboot.

The problem: this reboot took several hours.

Hours in which the Enterprise had become uncomfortably warm, at least by her standards. She knew from Spock that he enjoyed the temperature and Uhura also had few problems with the change.

However, apart from the fact that everyone felt temperatures differently, she knew that there was one person who would not like it at all: Hemmer.

Based on what she had heard from some of the junior engineers, Hemmer was in an even worse mood than usual, and the temperature was so bad that M'Benga had sent him to his quarters to rest for fear that the Aenar would suffer heat exhaustion. Something that would be even more fatal for Hemmer's species than for her own. M'Benga had eventually interrupted her, lying panting on the sofa, and asked her to check on the Aenar. After all, they both knew how incredibly stubborn their friend could be.

She had agreed without hesitation. Hemmer might have his rough edges, some of them deadly sharp, but he had a heart of gold and she cared for him deeply.

He was a good friend on whom she had always been able to rely, so she would not let him down now. Even if he was still unaware of his luck.

With her elbow, she managed to press the button next to his door, alerting him that someone wanted to come in. For a few moments she stood in the corridor, people walking past her and looking at her strangely, wondering if he was even there. Perhaps he had thrown caution to the wind and gone back to work?

She immediately shook her head and dismissed the idea. Hemmer might be stubborn from time to time and not listen to advice, and when he did he did so reluctantly, but he was not self-destructive.

If Doctor M'Benga told him that the work posed a risk to his health, he would follow the doctor's instructions, grumpily, but he would do it.

Hemmer didn't give her much time to think about it. The doors opened and she quickly entered to avoid standing around stupidly in the corridor any longer. Inside it was only slightly less stiflingly hot than outside, but it wasn't any hotter either, which she saw as a plus.

She looked around searchingly, but couldn't spot the engineer. "Hemmer?" Carefully setting the items down on the sofa, she decided to take off her uniform jacket.

The top underneath would have to do, otherwise she would suffer from heat exhaustion. "Are you all right? Where are you?"

There was silence for a while and she began to wonder whether the door had opened by chance and he was actually somewhere else, but at that moment Hemmer's muffled voice rang out. "I'm fine."

She wheeled round to the bathroom where his voice had come from and only now did she realise the faint sound of falling water. Of course, she silently scolded herself. When the air was too hot, water was an excellent way to cool off.

With long strides, she walked to the door and stopped so that the opening sensor could not detect her. "May I come in?"

A grunt sounded and she frowned worriedly when an approving grumble came from Hemmer.

"M'Benga asked me to come round," she explained as she stepped into the bathroom. "Besides, I was worried about you, I mean, I'm almost dying in these temperatures, I can hardly imagine that it's pleasant for-" As soon as her gaze fell on Hemmer, she faltered and stopped, stunned by the sight before her.

Hemmer seemed to have noticed, as she fell silence surprised and huffed.

"I know I know, I look like a drowned beaver, or whatever you humans call it. But it's the only way to survive this heat."

She broke out of her stupor long enough to lift the corners of her mouth in slight amusement. "It's 'you look like a drowned rat'. And, that's not what caught me by surprise."

Even if this was of course partly to blame for her sudden hesitation, after all she had never seen her friend in such a position before. He sat on the floor of the shower, clever idea the tiles were also cold, and let the cool water run down his body. Consequently, his hair clung to his face in lengthy strands, while his antennae swayed in a dance-like manner, evading the droplets in a game known only to them. But as already mentioned, it wasn't that which had left her speechless.

It was the sight of Hemmer clad in nothing more than shorts, snugly embracing his well-defined muscles, stretching just halfway up his thighs, which intensified her warmth.

This alone would have been enough to induce a blush, but something else caught her off guard. The tattoos.

Dark blue, almost black, tattoos meandered in wavy patterns across his physique, from his chest to his shoulders to his arms, down to his legs and, she surmised, down to his back. They reminded her somewhat of the traditional tattoos of the Maori or the Polynesians, indigenous peoples of Earth, but at the same time they looked completely different, like two worlds at opposite ends of the galaxy.

Hemmer cleared his throat, apparently waiting for an answer, and she squatted down in front of him to be at eye level with him. It may not have done him much good, but she felt more comfortable not having to stare down at him. "Don't take offence, but I didn't expect to find my best friend naked in his shower."

"I'm not naked," he grumbled and she grinned slightly as he tugged at his trousers like a grumpy child. "Besides, I didn't realise you had tattoos." His antennae went up for a moment before returning to their dance and Hemmer frowned. "No? I thought you knew." She laughed softly as she watched drops of water drip down his cheekbones. "How was I supposed to know? It's not like you're regularly parading around half-naked in front of me."

"Do I hear disappointment?" His voice and his grin were provocative, teasing and elicited a laugh from her. "Definitely not." Still, she couldn't ignore the tingling in her stomach, even if she tried her best.

They were silent for a few moments before Hemmer sighed and gestured for her to come closer. "I can feel the heat radiating off you. What's the point of you falling over on me here?" He did his best to sound disinterested, but she knew him well enough to know that he was genuinely worried about her.

She hesitated for a moment, but decided that modesty really wasn't appropriate at this point, and kicked off her trousers and socks so that she was squatting in front of him in her top and panties. No problem, she thought to herself and shifted her weight onto her knees.

She crawled over to him and let out a low cry of shock as the cold water hit her heated skin. It felt like tiny needles were piercing her skin and she pulled back, however Hemmer didn't seem to let that happen.

He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards him with such force that she bounced against him and only prevented him from headbutting her by resting her hands on his chest. Not that she would have done anything to him.

She would have been the one with the concussion.

The cold water beat down on her mercilessly. She squealed and wriggled on Hemmer's lap, only realising later that she had landed there, but he didn't allow her to escape.

"You're burning up," he murmured and pulled her a little closer to him so that her hot skin was pressed against his pleasantly cool skin. "So stop squirming or I'll tie you up."

"Kinky," she murmured as her body seemed to slowly acclimatise to the difference in temperature. "Keep it down," came the reply and she grinned softly, slowly relaxing. The water felt good.

Gradually, she felt the feeling of stifling warmth disappear and her glowing skin lowered to temperatures that seemed more bearable, judging by the fact that Hemmer was now relaxing beneath her as well, even leaning into her touch.

"Aren't I too warm for you?" He just shook his head before leaning it against the tiled wall behind him, a slight smile on his face. "It's acceptable. Besides, I know my skin is cool enough to give you relief." She snorted at his posturing, but made no move to free herself from her place on his lap.

"Actually, I came to help you with that." He chuckled softly. It was a sound that came from deep in his chest, where she was still resting her hands, deep and real, and she felt warmth spreading through her again, but this time a different kind of warmth.

"I'm used to getting used to this kind of heat. Have you ever been to California? It was just as bad." She nodded, giving in to exhaustion after a while and leaning her head against his shoulder. "You are indeed nice and cool."

Her hands wandered from his chest to his arms when something struck her and made her lift her head. "Wait, are your tattoos prominent?"

Her fingers danced over the patterns of his tattoos, eliciting a shudder from him that she didn't realise, and sure enough, she could tell that the tattoos weren't just ink poked under the skin, but actually stood out with slight bulges.

They were barely noticeable unless you were sitting half-naked on top of each other, though she guessed it was a lot easier for the heightened senses of the Aenar to detect.

"It would be strange any other way," Hemmer returned with amusement, placing a hand on hers and running it along his collarbone. "Considering we Aenar are blind." Heat rose to her face. She had actually forgotten for a moment that Hemmer himself was blind.

" They're beautiful," she murmured softly, fascinated as she continued to run her fingers tentatively over the patterns of his skin. "You are beautiful." Hemmer left it uncommented, but closed his eyes and his antennae followed her movements.

"Do they mean anything?" He nodded slightly and guided her hand to his upper right arm, where a ring wrapped around his bicep. "Every male Aenar gets a tattoo like this when he comes of age. It's a symbol that we're old enough to serve our people and contribute."

Next, he went to some lines that snaked down his neck to his shoulder blades. To reach them, she had to lean so close to him that his hot breath brushed her face. "These lines symbolise my connection to my family. Can you feel the corners where they end?" She breathed in agreement. "Each of those corners represents a member of my family." There were five in total.

Next, their hands travelled together to his thighs. "These tattoos symbolise the balance of our society, our harmony with nature. The Aenar must live in tune with their environment and learn to live with it to prevent the deadly cold from overtaking them. They humble us, in a good way, and remind us of our place in this world, this universe."

Finally, Hemmer brought her hand to his chest, where the lines formed an intricate pattern that she could not describe in words. "These represent my devotion to healing, to repairing. They are not mandatory among the Aenar, but this pattern represents our pacifist representations. They visualise my duty, my morals, my life."

He did not guide her hand further, but did not release it, so that her hands, covered by his, rested on his chest. Her gaze fell on his left forearm, which was the only part of his body, with the exception of his face, that was completely free.

"And what about here? Is there a reason why there are no tattoos here? Or is it some kind of cultural ban on having them there?" Hemmer shook his head, chuckling softly, and carefully clasped his hands with hers, causing her breath to hitch.

"It's not a cultural taboo to have tattoos there, quite the opposite. The tattoos there represent the family you have established. After the wedding, a band of blue colour is applied below the elbow, decorated with small ornaments. For each child born from this marriage, another band is added."

Fascinated, she looked at his arm and, releasing her left hand from his, ran it over his skin, where a marriage bond would probably be visible in the future. "And what if you get divorced? Are these tattoos reversible?"

 "No." Hemmer took her hand in his again and traced invisible patterns on the back of her hand. "However, divorces are very, very rare for us. We choose our partners with great care, nothing less than perfect comes into question."

She slowly raised her eyes and released her hands to continue tracing the patterns on his skin. "So, has anyone caught your eye yet?"

A hint of a smile appeared on his lips and he carefully lifted his hand to brush a wet strand of hair that was stuck to her face behind her ear, where it remained against her cheek.  "Maybe."

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@bigblissandlove1

@akamitrani

@moonlightshaiku

@indignantlemur

#star trek #star trek strange enw worlds #star trek snw #star trek x reader #hemmer x reader #hemmer x you #chief hemmer x reader #hemmer snw #hemmer #chief hemmer #lieutenant hemmer

[majaloveschris]

I just want to say: I understand people are upset with him and this situation, and I agree, he went along with this stuff so he's as equally to blame, but can people just stop the pettiness? It's so childish at this point. I get it, you're mad, you're exhausted. Not saying your feelings aren't valid. So save your energy, focus it on other things, and just go. People are being so aggressive, and spending time just posting and laughing at how he's losing followers and whatever else. The reality is, you don't have to be here. You can still watch how it ends from somewhere else. You can watch how it ends without posting or being so passive aggressive.

Also, it's funny how people know he probably had to go along with it because he signed it. How people know he was probably trying to get out of it, and couldn't. How people know there were things he probably had to do because he signed it and couldn't get out of it. Okay. You're team PR, so you know what probably needed to happen that was outside of his control because he signed a contract. But then people will go posting aggressively and act like he's doing these things for fun. We know he's not (those of us who are on the pr side). But people acting all high and mighty like they've never made a mistake in their entire...I don't have a word for it. Like Eva-knits said, some people here only know how to criticise. It's obvious he's trying to move forward. So just let him. It's what we've been waiting for, for things to start moving forward. It's like people complain about the negativity and don't realise they add to it.

What I don't get is why people who say they don't like him anymore care about how this ends? Most of these people even say that they don't care about this being PR or real since he is out there with her by his side and associating with someone who is everything he's ever been against. So for these people, this being PR doesn't make a difference. There are people who would be willing to "support" him again when this ends, and if he shows he doesn't like them. But why stay if you already decided that no matter what happens, you don't like him anymore and you don't want to support him anymore? I'm not saying that's okay; it is. I get why people don't want to do it, and they have valid reasons. I get why people walk away; what I don't get is why people stay if they don't like him and if they are only hating on him.

I don't think most people who post or care about his stats are laughing at him. One of my dearest friends, Anne, is usually the one doing that, and I can assure you she doesn't do it to be petty. It's kind of sad to see how this whole situation gets worse and worse, and those numbers aren't about him having lesser and lesser followers, but more about people turning away from him and how damaging this whole situation is actually for him.

To be honest, it's a tough situation for all of us. And there are a lot of people who switch back and forth between this being PR and not, and we can't blame them for that. I do believe this is PR; I do believe he wants to get out of this; and I also believe he doesn't do this out of fun. You can see on his face that he doesn't want to be there, and I think his body language also says it all. But I also understand those who can't decide. And I think the things you've mentioned are because of that.

As I said before, calling him out is important, but I don't agree with the way some people do it. Body-shaming and bullying him isn't the right way to do so. And it's also getting common that no matter what he does, people always find some problem with it. He should be talking about this and that, but when he does, people call him "performative" and say, "How dare he talk about something like that when he is married to Alba?" But when he says nothing, that's a problem too; that's "performative" too. Some people don't like him anymore, and whatever he does will be bad and not right for them, which is because of Alba. Because he "married" someone like her. And that means, he is like them right? For me not, because I think this is not real, but still..

That's how the fandom is now. Everybody is getting more and more exhausted, but I still think that distancing yourself from this would be the best action if he bothers you this much. It isn't worth it. He doesn't deserve the body-shaming comment, and your support deserves a better candidate.

#majaloveschris #chris and alba pr #chris and alba relationship #chris asp #majaloveschris chris #cevans-love

[onecantsimply]

Jealous Jack Cuddles x Yoriichi Reader

And here you go, @acuriousmoon

She is the one that gave me this idea, so if she posts anything similar, I hope no one thinks she’s copying off of me- 

Anyhow, I hope you enjoy- 

Warning: Mention of Rape, murder, and descriptions of blood

-

- You and Jack were passing through somewhere, with you getting him ready for his match against Heracles. But however, on the way, you two had overheard a few Gods talking shit about you. Some even considered raping you, which was the one thing that made Jack stop. You didn’t seem to mind since... you were much too kind of a person, but Jack sure did. 

- He allowed himself to get pulled away by you, but made exact sure to remember the faces of those minor Gods. No one else is gonna remember them anyways, so why should Jack not murder them? Especially when they were whispering about RAPING you. Yeah, no. 

- Jack will reassure you that he’s okay at first, and will continue on with his day. But... he’s pretty sure you know quite well that he’s still bothered by those Gods from before. 

- The thing is that Jack can’t knock you out either. You... are really fucking tough- Even if you just had your round of Ragnarok, you quite literally breezed through it, and came back with nothing but a few scratches. If Jack tries to knock you out, you’ll of course brush it off after catching his hand. But you’d have your eye on him after that, which is something he doesn’t need for you to do. 

- You sleeping won’t work either. You’re a shallow sleeper. You’re always on guard as well. A job as a Demon Slayer honed your senses and you just can’t let go of them, even while sleeping. So, that’s a no no. 

- Jack decided to go while you were taking a shower. And that was perfect. 

- It was extremely satisfying to finally get rid of them, especially with how kind you were. You never let him kill people, even if they had done bad things unless it were necessary. Jack saw it as completely justified. If he got a small hit to the head for it, he would see it as completely worth it. No one is going to talk about his s/o like that. 

- Jack made sure the session was painful for the entire group before returning t you, completely covered in blood. 

- Hlökk was fucking screaming the entire time, which only made Jack’s annoyance worse. But he came back home, still covered in blood. He didn’t even give you a chance to do anything, since you were already trapped on the bed, getting smothered with cuddles and blood. 

- You knew exactly what he had done, too. It was practically impossible not to when he was this deep into protecting and loving you. You really had no choice but to let it happen, even if you had tried to get him to take a shower. Both of you had to take one. Again. 

- Well, even if you were strong, you supposed that a few more cuddle sessions wouldn’t hurt. So, even if Jack was completely bloody, you just went along with it, being fine with whatever had smothered onto you. 

- At least Jack knows that he might be able to do this again. He’s not going to let you pull him away next time if this happens again. But he will get you in a cuddle session again if someone dares to be an asshole-

#jack the ripper #jack the ripper x reader #jack the ripper record of ragnarok #snv jack the ripper #ror jack the ripper #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader

[dracowars]

hello!! can you do something with reader and draco as aurors and he’s been pining for her but she’s never really thought about it/is in a relationship/just broke up w someone etc. and he protects her on a mission or something and she realizes how much he cares for her and kind of a slow burn situation? post hogwarts and kinda fluffy & angsty (from draco atleast)

work buddy | draco malfoy

pairing: auror!draco x auror!reader

word count: 1,9k

summary: where draco and y/n work together as aurors

a/n: i hope you enjoy! feedback is always appreciated <3

warnings: angst

universe: harry potter

„Why were we chosen for such a task?!”, Draco snarls, walking a few steps behind you, sulking. With every step he takes, the branches break beneath his weight and the leaves rustle. “What even is the point of having a gamekeeper or Keeper of the Grounds of Hogwarts?! This school hasn’t changed a single bit-”

“Can you do anything other than complaining all the time? Seriously”, you interrupt him annoyed and turn in his direction, stopping him in his steps. “Just think of the good old days and stop waking up the critters that live in this forest!”

The Forbidden Forest has always been a place you have happily avoided. Back then when you were still going to school, and now as well. Unfortunately, you have been sent to Hogwarts as Aurors to track down and eliminate a werewolf who has holed up somewhere around here. What this elimination looks like? You have to see when you get to it.

Draco and you already knew each other from your school days, but you never had much to do with each other. It is only in the last few years that you have noticed him more often and you have met every now and then, often at moments when you would have preferred to avoid him. At the time, your friends persuaded you that he was deliberately looking for you because he felt something for you. Which of course was not true, it is ridiculous, but because of the constant comments from your close friends, you eventually got into it and developed feelings for him yourself. Which should have never happened.

Those feelings actually did not last that long anyway, because shortly after that Draco became a Death Eater and was responsible for many terrible things that happened at Hogwarts and in the entire Wizarding World. That is why you never thought that after you graduated, after all evil was wiped out and banished, you would see him again in the Ministry of Magic’s entrance exam to become an Auror.

The one who followed the pure evil suddenly wanted to hunt it down, how ironic.

That is why you are here now, the two of you, alone, in the forest, because you obviously know the terrain better than any other Auror currently active. Why they did not send Hagrid, you did not dare to ask.

“You know, I think you are right. I should enjoy the time I get to spend with you alone”, Draco agrees, hands proudly on his hips as you turn away, head shaking, and continue through the thick moss, with Draco close behind.  “Besides, I really have a wonderful view here.”

“Oh wow. You are still just as bad as you used to be”, you chuckle humorlessly, but decide to not say anything else and you keep walking straight ahead, even though you can feel his burning gaze on you. Your former self would probably have sunk into the ground with embarrassment, but not only Draco has changed, but you did too. Somewhere deep inside, those old feelings you once had for him are still hidden, locked up, but so much has happened in the meantime that it will never grow into something more. And that is good.

“Why exactly are we looking for that creature in the middle of the night again?”, Draco asks seriously, interrupting himself every so often when he nearly trips over a root on the ground.

“Well, if you were paying attention back in Defense Against the Dark Arts, you would know how to deal with a werewolf. And that they love the full moon”, you explain, a little know-it-all. “Oh wait, no. Every child knows about the full moon, my bad.”

“And you are still as snippy as you used to be”, Draco chuckles softly behind you. “One of the reasons I love being around you. I love that side of you, partner.”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I don’t love your annoying side, partner”, you counter and the next moment you hear how he slaps his own hand firmly against his chest, right where his heart is.

“Ouch, that hurt”, he whimpers playfully, which brings a small smile to your lips that he cannot see. Draco can be really annoying and overbearing at times, but you can tell he has changed. He is not the cheeky arrogant boy from the first year anymore. He is no longer the quiet, withdrawn boy of seventh year when he was burdened with a difficult task. He has changed, for the better, and if you could choose, you would still choose him as your partner over anyone else.

“How is your boyfriend anyway? What was his name again.. Louis? Liam?”

“You mean Luke?”

“Yeah, that guy! Tell me, how are things going between you two?”, Draco demands, while you gasp as you dodge a branch with your head, holding your illuminated wand rigidly in front of you.

“We are not together anymore”, you reply as unemotionally as possible. It has been a while since you broke up, deciding that it just does not work anymore. It was a brief crush, nothing more. However, sometimes you find it difficult to accept that you will probably never find the right one for you.

“Oh- That- I am sorry, I didn’t know-”

“Don’t worry, everything is fine. We just didn’t fit, that’s all.”

“I see..”, Draco clears his throat uncomfortably, apparently not expecting such an answer. In silence, you walk on, directly through the dense forest, the bright full moon above your heads partially covered by clouds. After some time, you reach a dark cave that looks like a shelter and approach it carefully. A temporary tent has been erected in front of the cave and the campfire next to it has burnt out, not even embers are left in it.

“What a nice little space- Hey! Don’t get too close!”, Draco calls you back loudly, clawing at your arm just as you were about to examine the tent more closely. “First rule of Aurors: never act rashly.”

“That is not the first rule-”

“Do you still want to risk it?!”, he asks you, almost upset, and lets go of your arm, which he had firmly in his grip before he could realize it.

“Obviously the werewolf isn’t here, Draco. I know what I am doing”, you smile provocatively and continue to look around the small camp while Draco waits in the middle by the extinguished fireplace, looking around.

Quietly, you trudge around a few fallen trees blocking the path when you suddenly discover footprints on the ground. Traces of huge claws that have dug into the damp underground.

“Draco! Look, there are tracks here!”, you call out to him, pointing at the tracks on the ground with your glowing wand. You only notice the orange eyes that suddenly light up in the bushes next to you when you hear a loud growl and a black shadow jumps on you.

Just before the giant beast can grab you, Draco throws himself at you at the last second, pulling you out of the way. Hitting the ground together in pain, some rocks and sharp branches pierce through your skin, Draco’s body beneath yours. Scrambling to your feet, shock is etched in your bones as you help Draco to his feet. Immediately, he pulls you behind him as you face the snarling werewolf.

With its orange eyes it watches you, your every move, before one of them was probably the wrong one and it jumps towards you aggressively.

“Alarte Ascendare!”, Draco yells loudly and the werewolf flies up into the air, in the opposite direction, buying you time. “RUN!”

Without hesitation and without the realization really hitting, you sprint off hand in hand, always looking behind to see if the creature is following you. Which it, of course, does. Since it is much faster on its four paws than you are on your two wobbly legs, you try to think of a solution as quickly as possible.

“Bombar-”

“No, we mustn’t hurt it! It is still a human”, you interrupt Draco, knocking down his hand in which he holds his wand. Your job is to eliminate the werewolf, but that does not mean you have to kill it.

“Arresto Momentum!”, you yell loudly and shoot the spell directly at the wolf, who gets hit and slows down accordingly. Without using any words to communicate, Draco knows exactly what to do next.

“Incarcerous!”, he shouts and in the next moment, thick ropes, which are conjured from thin air, wrap themselves around the werewolf’s body, around its legs, thus making it unable to move. Additionally, it is weakened by the slowdown spell, which is why it does not try to defend itself against the tight bonds.

You exhale with relief and put your hands on your knees, exhausted from the chase but glad that everything turned out alright after all.

“Y/N! You are bleeding!”, you hear Draco say worriedly, causing you to shift your gaze from the creature on the ground to him. In irritation you watch as he comes up to you and strokes your cheeks, where a branch must have hit you, tearing your skin, with the sleeve of his coat. You watch intensely as he scans your face for more injuries, the tips of your noses almost touching, making your heart skip a beat.

As your eyes meet, it feels like the world stands still for a brief moment. The wind blows through the branches, rustling through the leaves, and through your hair. Silence spreads in the forest, the stars and moon shining bright above your heads. The next moment, however, the world continues to spin as usual as Draco backs away from you, leaving only a warm spot on your skin which you subconsciously touch with your fingers.

“Thank you”, you say softly while he looks at you with wide eyes, as if he cannot comprehend how close you were just mere seconds ago.

“Are you.. hurt anywhere else?”, he asks, still concerned, his eyes fixed on your clothes, destroyed by the branches while his own probably does not look any better. Running your hands over yourself to make sure you have not seriously injured yourself, you shake your head. Draco looks quite relived at this, which elicits a giggle from you at the most inopportune moment ever.

“What?”

“Sorry, I just can’t believe you care so much about me”, you smile to yourself. It was supposed to be a joke, but it did not sound like it. You do not know what made you say this after you were just chased by a werewolf who could have killed you with one bite or transform you. It just came to your mind, and you said it.

“I- Well, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable-”

“I think it’s a nice feeling. Knowing that there is someone who cares about you.”

“I always care about you”, Draco mumbles so softly that you can barely hear it, which is why you ask him to repeat his words.

“Doesn’t matter. Not that important”, Draco brushes you off quickly, looking straight at you while clenching his fists as he makes up his mind. “Honestly, no, it is important. You are permanently on my mind, Y/N. I can’t think of anything else, back then I couldn’t think of anyone else. You are such a stunning person, and I would do anything to make you happy.”

Completely taken by surprise by his sudden confession, you look at him with wide eyes. Unfortunately, this reaction gives him the wrong impression and just as he is about to turn away in embarrassment, you grab his arm and make him look at you.

“I wish you would have told me that much sooner.”

“W-Why?”

“Because I think I feel the same way about you, Draco.”

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi there! Can I request Arthur Dayne x reader!AFAB for kinktober with the age difference prompt please? Thank you!

I am still stunned by this. Thank you for giving me such a character to write about!

“The Black Swan”

Pairing: Arthur Dayne x Fem. Reader (second person) | Location: Street of Silk

Themes: Smut (Lemon/Graphic) | Secret romance

Warnings: Age difference | Kissing | Some explicit language | Foreplay | Oral (fem receiving) |Penetrative sex | Cream Pie

Word count: 1.8k words

Summary: Arthur makes the most of his time alone with his companion, and in one of the only places safe enough for him to do so.

Rating: 🔥🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

A/n: From what I could find, Arthur was born during or 260 AC. Given that this is an age difference post, I decided to go with him being born somewhere during or just after 240 AC. The reader in this scenario is 21+. This story takes places sometime during 280 AC.

Arthur was a sworn brother of the King’s Guard. He pledged a solemn vow to take no wife and father no children after he donned the white. He had honored those vows for most of his years of service, and that was nigh on eighteen years ago, when his father finally agreed to release him from his duties toward his family. 

All that changed as the years and time serving Aerys took their collective toll on him. When Arthur kneeled before the High Septon, he had been a man of two and twenty, full of dreams of honor and service and glory. Now Arthur was a man nearing forty, disillusioned with his lot in life and tired of a king that drank deep the poison that plagued many of his forebearers. 

He kept his head down and pulled up a thick hood while he walked down the Street of Silk, garbed in rough-spun robes. No one dared to look at him. Everyone else was too occupied with their own business to even care. Arthur threaded his way around peasants and merchants and sailors, taking care not to reveal too much of himself and make himself known. Someone tugged on the hem of his cloak. It was a beggar woman, dressed in rags. He obliged her with a few stars, refusing to linger more than was necessary. Arthur walked on, keeping to narrow pathways and filthy alleys, not stopping until a familiar, well-paved street scented with jasmines and awash in red and gold light came into sight.

His eyes lit up. The gilded lamps of the Black Swan appeared at the far end of the Street of Silk, its garden full of old trees. It was the only place one could find trees outside of the Red Keep, and its night-blooming blossoms were a welcome sight to the knight. 

It was also the only place he found pleasing and safe enough for his trysts. Arthur had heard the gossip about how others at court would bring their paramours here, how some of his sworn brothers came here. Arthur understood the appeal. The Black Swan was the only proper trysting house on the Street of Silk for those who were high-born. Its rooms were airy and warm, its wine delicate and fine, and its proprietress and the servants in her employ were considerate and discrete. And those, such as the knights of the King’s Guard, demanded discretion.

Arthur squirmed in discomfort. What he and his brothers-in-arms were doing was wrong. It went against their vows and against the teachings of the Seven who were One. They were damning themselves in many ways by coming here. Still, the chance to indulge in the sweetness that came to him in life was rare. Arthur did not want to let such precious occasions slip by.

“My lord,” Helya lifted her head when large doors swung open, and caught sight of a familiar pair of scuffed-up boots. The mistress of the house went no further than a cursory title. Anything more would be dangerous, not just for her patron but for her and her place of business. “Your lady arrived just before you did. I have set aside a room for your particular use.”

Arthur kept his gaze down and his hood up. He slipped a heavy bag of coin into soft, perfumed hands. “How is she?”

“Uneasy,” Helya admitted, leading him down a dimly lit corridor filled with the smoke of lavender incense. “I hope you understand why, what with all these tales around our king.”

“I do.” Arthur turned to his left and peered down another dark corridor. Was that Oswell’s deep, smug laugh he heard? He prayed that it was not so. One knight of the King’s Guard vanishing into the night, only to appear hours later, could be dismissed easily with a well-crafted tale. Two or more, on the other hand, could not. And then they would all have to answer to both King and the Council.  

“You are the only one present this night,” Helya reassured him. “The others are not here.”

Relief, no matter how small, was relief all the same. Arthur nodded and urged Helya to lead him on, his blood heating when muffled moans and gasps and cries spilled out of locked rooms. When they came upon a wide, wooden door, Helya gave him a brass key, made her excuses, and left. Arthur wasted no time, pushing the door open and locking it behind him without another thought. He turned around, sighing softly, when a cooling sea breeze blew in through an open window. The flames of nearby candles flickered and danced, throwing strange shadows onto sandy brick walls.

“Are you here, sweetling?” Arthur removed his hood and hung it on a wooden peg on the back of the door. He slipped out of his boots, already giddy with silent but eager anticipation.

“I am here, Ser,” you reply, and step out of the shadows, clad in the silken wisps Arthur had once gave as a gift. 

Impatient as he was, Arthur did not wish to hurry—not for a long while at least. He strode over and took your hand, leading you to a nearby seat made especially for two. As soft and comfortable as that seat was, it was not big enough for him, for Arthur was tall and large and imposing.  

Tonight, his often stern eyes were full of sadness. You reached out and caressed his cheek. “What troubles you, Ser?”

“The same as always, sweetling.” Arthur closed his eyes, his mood souring. “The king. The choices I made before coming to this city. I hope you do not take offense to my not speaking further about such matters. I do not wish to soil my time with you by regaling you with tales of woe.”

“I understand. Were you seen, Ser?”

“No. And how many times must I ask you not to call me Ser, at least while we are beneath this roof?”

You smiled broadly. “One more time, Ser. As always. “

Arthur’s smile, a rare sight on most occasions, mirrored yours. Then he leaned in. 

His kiss was sweet and languid and patient—a far cry from the wet, messy kisses you had become accustomed to. But then again, such was to be expected of him. Arthur curled a finger under your chin, tilting it to the side before dipping his head, the still brown stubble along his cheeks grazing your skin. The shiver that greeted Arthur made him tremble, filled him with an all-too-common craving that demanded to be satisfied. He drew back, slipped his arms around you, and lifted you up.

The featherbed was soft, and its sheets were made of the finest silk. That was another thing that made the Black Swan special: how Helya spared no expense when turning the abandoned manse of a now-dead merchant into a little haven for those who desired it.

And Arthur was grateful that Oswell spoke to him about its existence.

“Lay back, sweetling,” he surged, impatient to disrobe himself. You move higher up the bed, your cheeks blazing when rough-spun robes are disposed of, and a finely formed body littered with old scars is exposed to dim light. Arthur caught your eyes darting away and chuckled to himself.

“Do not hide yourself from me,” he implored. “We have come to mean too much to each other for that.”

The featherbed sank as you turned to face him, the haunting lilac eyes that were like hooks for the soul, and the skin that reminded you of the golden sands of Dorne. Arthur cupped your cheek again, his thumb tracing a lazy line. The world outside went silent. Or, perhaps, it was just him and you ignoring everything else. He pulled you close, his arms strong but exceedingly gentle. His skin smelled of leather and sweat. It was a knight’s scent. One deep breath was all it took, and you were already under his spell. Arthur pushed you onto your back, closing his eyes when your mouth opened beneath his. He pulled your wisps off you, his hands still warm to the touch.

Kissed by the summer sun, you mused. Just like the rest of him.

His hands glided all over now, leaving no inch untouched. A finger slid up inside you, sheathing itself in your warmth. Your arms slipped around his back and pulled him closer. Arthur found himself being urged to go deeper. He groaned delightfully in response.

“Temptress,” he whispered in your ear and dipped his head, moving even lower, eager to taste.

You moaned, long, deep, and husky. The heat of his mouth and the softness of the tongue pressing broad strokes over your folds, gave way to new pleasure and fed his own. You bowed up, arched your hips, half-whispering words that would have made you blush in the bright light of day. Arthur chuckled faintly. It was another rare thing, and more than that, it was one that was for your ears alone. He dipped his head again, now fucking you with the flat of his tongue, now slipping a thick finger into your cunt, now shifting to that sinful tongue of his again, on and on until his lips and tongue and chin were soaked. You murmured, so close were you to peaking. Arthur stopped and climbed up. The legs that wrapped around his hips were all the invitation he needed to plunge hard and plunge deep.

He never fumbled—not even once—nothing like wet behind the ears lordling who was your first. Then again, Lord Brynden was a selfish young man who had only ever thought of his pleasure, and never yours. Arthur was different. He wanted to give instead of just taking and taking with no care for anything else. Even now, it is the same. He kept his attention on you, his hands teasing and toying, his eyes flashing—now searing, now hungry, now dark. You reared up and kissed him, then pulled him down with you. Arthur clasped your hands in his and pinned them to the pillows. His grunts were low and ceaseless. They vibrated against your throat. His cock filled you in a way you could never conceive. It was extraordinary and startling at the same time. Your body hummed as if electrified. Something within tightened, then snapped. The orgasm that followed was quick and sharp, like a flash of golden light that blurred your eyes. Arthur drove into you again and again until he shattered, spilling himself after one last powerful thrust.

If I die on the morrow, he thought, it will be as a happy man.

Arthur opened his eyes, his chest still heaving from the exhilaration. Sounds trickled in through the windows and the crack beneath the door. Waves crashed against the cliffs. A storm was approaching. There was music too, though nowhere as loud. Someone was strumming a viol. Another was singing. Two of the servants, no doubt, entertaining those enjoying cups of wine. Arthur took a deep, steadying breath, and slowly rose to his shaky knees. He helped you into your robe, then bent down to kiss you, teasing you with promises of more to come.  

“Stay just as you are, sweetling,” he said, his smile warming his eyes. “I will send for a meal and some wine.”

#arthur dayne #arthur dayne imagine #arthur dayne x reader #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones x reader #x reader #reader insert #reader insert request #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #arthur dayne smut

[pretty-restless-insomniac]

"You Made Me This"

WORD COUNT: 1554

FANDOM: Harry Potter

Mattheo Riddle x reader

SYNOPSIS: You just hope you'll hurt less once you say what you wish.

WARNINGS: explicit language, mention of infidelity, mention of sex, angst, no happy ending

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"Oh shit. OH SHIT how are we going to get out of here?"

"Calm down, you screaming like a fucking banshee isn't going to help."

"oh that's fresh coming from you Riddle," you whirl around with an accusing finger.

"You probably planned this, you wretched gargoyle, damn it. Help please somebody! The door is locked!"

Slow irritating clapping came from behind you, "Wow y/n you're a fucking genius. The door IS locked, it's fucking night time! We're in a prohibited area. All the professors are patrolling the lower corridors."

You just glare at him and gesture for him to fuck off. You sigh and lean against the wall to assess your situation. One, you just wanted a pretty isolated place to listen to your music and cry a little. Two, you did not expect to see Mattheo Riddle in your place in the bell tower, clearly smoking whatever he pleases. Stunned you didn't get to wedge a book into the door so it wouldn't lock. That's how you find yourself at number three. You're trapped in the bell tower, after curfew, now very obviously smelling like pot and yay who's your partner in solitude?

Mattheo Fucking Riddle.

He seemed surprised to see you as well but why should he be? You were the one to show him this place, somewhere you two could just exist in each other's company. A place where not even war could bother you both. Before he fucked up of course.

All in good time.

"Maybe instead of being a nuisance you could instead find us a way out then, Riddle."

He drops from the beam he was smoking on and slowly corners you, looking almost confused.

"That's not my name princess," he leans in to grab your hand but you just shake him off. How fucking DARE he. He has to be the most ignorant wizard in the world.

"I am Not your princess, Riddle."

He just stands across from you, folded arms mirroring yours . That stupid smirk back in its place .

"Now when did we decide that? Last time I checked, whose name did you scream last time I had you. Who made you cum till you shook, and gladly licked it clean."

You just stare back humorless, trying to keep your composure.

"You decided that Riddle, you know, the night where you fucked that Gryffindor girl."

He just throws his head back and groans. Your throat starts to feel choked up, holding back the cries you'd pray he'd never see. But now he's getting a glimpse of it

"Princess- y/n I swear to Salazar Slytherin that I did not fuck her. We kissed yes, touched a little but then nothing more I swear."

"Oh thank you Mattheo," you exclaim sarcastically, " that just makes me feel so much better. Please tell me that I did not walk in on you grinding into her when she was naked. Explain to me how the fuck that is loyal in any way!"

You jump up and pace a little anxiously, knowing that this night will be filled with cold hard truths. You just hope you'll hurt less once you say what you wish. Mattheo reached out to you again but you just brushed out of his way and sat on the winding staircase.

"And the worst part is," you take a deep breath praying your voice stays stable ," that was OUR bed. It was where we studied and had movie nights as friends. The bed you asked me out on, and later took my first kiss on. It was," you breathe shakily and are blind by the tears filling your eyes, "it was where you made love to me, for the first and many times after that. It was beautiful."

You're glad you can't see the reaction Mattheo has from your words but he soon knelt down in front of you cautiously.

"it was so beautiful- you are so beautiful my love. You have my heart and I will never again want for someone else. You're my everything. That was my first time making love as well, because I'm so fucking crazy for you."

You can help but laugh with tears in your eyes, "yeah right Mattheo. Riddles don't make love, you fuck anyone you want and toss them aside when you're done with them. That's what our relationship came down to, right? Getting your prick wet."

He chuckles slyly.

"That sex was pretty good- don't look at me like that! Fuck I'm sorry I was joking. Of course it wasn't just about that. I just keep fucking up, I can own up to that. I'm trying to be better, I want to be better. Only for you, y/n. Please for fucks sake, look at me baby."

So you do. And he nearly trips as the storm clouds ravage across your eyes. You stand and push him against the door, somewhat pleased to hear a nervous gulp.

"What's the matter Matty? Don't you want to know why you keep fucking up?"

You take a deep breath before sticking your finger to his chest.

" It's because you NEVER own up to the shit you do. You never fucking learn because you act like you don't know what you've done!"

You're screaming by the end of it, but his dark eyes now match yours. Must've hit a nerve.

"Oh yeah cause it's ALWAYS me? YOU left me! You promised and you lied. YOU promised. Don't put all the fucking blame on me princess. This isn't about some random bed warmer. I did nothing but devote myself to you, so what did I do that's so fucking horrendous!?"

You throw your arms up in exasperation, God damn, he's fucking cruel. You can't hold back the dam anymore, deciding to let all the poisonous shit that's been building up in you these past months out.

"You BROKE me," you shriek as sobs begin to pour out endlessly. You fall to your knees and look up to meet Mattheo's horrified face. You shake harder and try to take some deep breaths.

"Why did you do this to me? To us. Everything was great, I adored you, how was that not enough. Why did you let me find you with her that night? I-" you hold back a gag as you relive the worst night of your life. The boxers you bought him on his hips, hickeys down his neck. His matching promise ring is discarded. And worst, the smiling girl waving at you stark naked from her position on the bed.

Why? Fuck. Why, why.

"When I was with you, you made my life brighter. You were my sun and I held you close to me every night, remember? After every meeting with your father, when he forced the dark mark on you and you came to ME crying. ME. I was good enough then, but not worth it in the end."

He tries to interrupt but you just keep barreling through.

"I couldn't even face you after that. Call me a coward but every time I look at you, I feel sick. You touched her the way you touched me. Your lips fit on hers as they did mine, fuck Mattheo you were even holding her hand."

You start tugging on your hair, probably painting the picture of a psychotic breakdown. That's what made you hate him even more though, the shame.

"I can't believe I let you make me so weak, so willing for you. I fucking adored you, and you HUMILIATED me. You broke my smile. My spirit, my heart. And I will NEVER be the girl I was before I caught you that night. I can't even imagine trying to put myself back together. You killed the me you were once in love with. That is why you're Riddle to me. Riddles destroy."

You bend and put your hands on your knees trying to slow your heart rate. Mattheo just sits across from you with his head in his hands. He doesn't know how to react, what to say, what to do except to grab the key from his pocket and hand it to you, climbing back to his beam.

"You're right. You always are. It was a beautiful thing and I had to have it, even though I knew I would break you. You're just all I ever wanted. But I am only a monster to you, use that key. I got the conversation I wanted. The princess escapes the monster, right?"

He chuckled sadly, not even looking at you as you rushed to open the door. Thank fuck. Before you step fully out, you pause. You turn to look at the boy you would've done anything for, the boy you were so sure would treat you the same.

"I never wanted to be the Princess in your fairytale. I'm not perfect. But I know my fucking worth," you throw the key at him before grabbing the door on your way out. As you lean in to close the door fully, you catch a last glimpse of his eyes.

"You were right about the monster part. It's just a shame you've made me one too."

The door clicks shut, and you don't feel anything walking away. Numb, even to the cries of your name echoing back to you. 

#reader insert #harry potter #wizard #mattheo riddle #mattheoxreader #mattheo x you #angst #sad #fanfic #fantasy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #voldemort #the golden trio #draco malfoy #draco x hermione

[flurrys-creativity]

Enypnion

Enypnion (n.) - a thing seen in sleep; dream

Pairing: Seo Changbin (Skz) x Fem!Reader x Choi Yeonjun (TxT); Genre: Fae AU, Romance, Smut, Angst; Rating: MDNI, nsfw, 18+; Warnings: Brownie!Changbin (type of fae), Fae!Reader, Human!Yeonjun, humans being seen as lesser beings and used as pets or slaves, Reader being quite moody, Angry Changbin and therefore turning into a boggart, penetrative and unprotected sex, creampie, hunting humans, a bite -> yeonjun accidentally claiming reader, reader invading yeonjun's dreams, more penetrative and unprotected sex, groping, slight breast and nipple play, another creampie, a blowjob, angry yeonjun, changbin getting stabbed, reader burning her hand, angry reader, threats towards yeonjun, open and menacing ending; Wordcount: 5.440

Collab: Thrill of the Hunt by @cultofdionysusnet (if you have time check out the others stories by all these fantastic writers)

Summary: In the spur of the moment you decided to buy a human male on the local market. Though you lost your interest in him again after he ran away. Changbin - your loyal companion - forced you to follow the tradition and start the hunt to capture the human again.

A/N: This is unedited as I finished this half an hour before my designated time to post this. :D Also this is heavily based on scottish, irish and celtic folklore about the fae folk! And thanks to @sanjoongie for keeping me motivated and hyping me up for the last five hours while speed writing basically the whole thing! Once I had the flow I truly enjoyed writing this (even though my wrists hurt like hell now) As always, everyone, please enjoy this!

“Binnie, I’m back home!” You sing-songed as you nearly slammed the front door to your hut open. You immediately got greeted with the scent of freshly baked cookies and a smile spread over your lips.

“You’ve been away longer than usual! What took you so long?”

Even though you couldn’t see Changbin you heard his voice from somewhere deeper into the hut. You folded your translucent wings on your back, making sure you wouldn’t knock them into anything, before you walked inside. “I visited the market!” You turned around and grinned at the human standing in the doorway. “I bought something, come and look!”

Changbin finally emerged and walked over to you, frowning the second he noticed someone else with you. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Look at him! Look at how cute he is! I just had to buy him!” You told him with glee, slightly jumping on your tippy toes from excitement. You definitely ignored Changbin’s side eye as you tugged at the human’s sleeve and pulled him further into your home.

He begrudgingly followed you inside. His eyes darted around warily and landed more often than not on the smaller man. 

While your cheerful and somewhat carefree attitude didn’t seem threatening, the other supernatural being with his buff features and hard expression definitely looked like he could snap a human in half.

You placed the human down at your table, where the freshly baked cookies by Changbin stood. Humming softly, you wandered around the open kitchen space to make some tea out of dried flowers. 

“How did you get into this realm?” Changbin turned to the human with crossed arms in front of his chest, refusing to sit down or let him out of his sight for even a minute.

The human flinched momentarily. His gaze immediately landed on the other male in the room. Only after you encouraged him to speak as well, did he open his mouth: “I stepped into a mushroom circle for a dare.”

You laughed softly, amused there were still humans stepping into faery rings. 

“He isn’t really the brightest, is he?” Changbin turned to you with a scoff. His gaze told you more than any words. He definitely questioned your choice to buy a human. “Last I checked, humans knew not to step into a natural circle.”

“We didn’t think the rumours were true!” The human protested with a prominent pout on his lips.

“You weren’t alone?” You asked with curiosity, sitting down in the chair next to him and watching him intently. “Are the others here too?” Your excitement died down again when he shrugged with his shoulders.

Changbin moved behind you, his stance still the same. “What’s your name, human?” He needed to school his expression to keep it cold when he saw how you piped up again.

“Yeon-”, he stopped and slapped his hand in front of his mouth. His eyes widened momentarily with fear.

“Maybe he isn’t as idiotic as I thought”, Changbin grumbled. 

You only giggled and playfully slapped his chest, trying to ease the tension of your fellow Fae. “We’ll have a wonderful time together.”

Changbin grunted something under his breath, knowing full well you were simply in your utopia mindset again.

And he would be right about it. While you quickly fell back into your usual routines - dancing with bare feet on the grass, playing tricks on him and the human, letting patches of four-leaved clover grow and summoning little sprites at dawn, Changbin stayed behind. He didn’t join you like he usually would, too occupied to keep the human in his sight. Changbin didn’t trust the human - and probably never would - but as long as that male stayed cautious and kept being skittish, Changbin wouldn’t relax.

“Yeon-Yeon!” You called from the grass in front of the hut, not even turning around to see whether he came over or not. You sat on the smooth ground, letting your long fingers glide through the green.

Soon enough the human appeared next to you, looking over the vast fields that stretched in front of him. 

“I can feel your yearning.”

“Wha-?” He pulled his gaze away and crouched down next to you, tilting his head in confusion. For a second his eyes wandered to the Brownie, who stepped out of the hut and walked over to the little garden. He sighed and returned his attention to you, staring at your side profile silently.

You giggled softly and pulled your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around the legs and resting your head on your knees as you returned his stare. “Your feelings are quite strong, which makes it easier for me to see them. You yearn for your home.” You whispered softly as you raised one hand to brush some strands of hair out of his face.

“Is there a way for me to escape?” He asked and closed his eyes, the lump in his throat choking him. He still leaned into your touch, searching for comfort.

“There are many ways to leave this realm. You just have to find them. But the question is aren’t you happy being with me?” You observed his reaction intently, noticing how he pulled his lower lip between his teeth and how his glassy eyes looked at you with raw emotion.

Before he even knew it, he fully sat on the ground and you straddled his lap - thighs on both sides of his hips. His hands automatically came up to your hips, holding you in place and even pressing you down. His heart raced inside his chest as his eyes roamed over your features and put a spell on his thoughts.

“I want to have a wonderful time with you”, you whispered against his lips - so close to him you felt the ghost of a touch.

“Me too.”

A wide grin spread over your face and you jumped up from his lap. You danced around him in a circle - half jumping, half flying with your translucent wings. Laughter bubbled from your throat, sounding like chimes and bells ringing in the wind.

When you noticed Changbin from the corner of your eye, you dashed towards him - nearly bringing him to fall from the force you slammed into him. “Yeon-Yeon finally agreed to have a wonderful time with us, Binnie!” You cheered and excitedly kissed the Brownie, who pulled you against his sturdy body and held you close.

“Heart, that’s nice to hear.” While he didn’t trust the peace, Changbin would do anything to see you happy. You owned his heart and without you he’d just cease to live.

You giggled softly and wriggled yourself out of his hold, dashing back to the human and slamming into his body with delighted laughter.

He held you carefully, letting you litter his skin with soft pecks. Yet, his attention stayed with the other male, who watched him with a stern expression. Before he could help himself, he spoke: “What kind of Fae is he? I always thought Fae were quite tall, yet he’s smaller than me.”

You stilled on top of Yeon-Yeon, eyes widening with panic. You didn’t have to turn around to see Changbin turning from a Brownie into a Boggart. 

The anger consumed him whole, making his body somewhat deformed and turning his skin colour into an ugly shade. “I AM PERFECTLY WELL HEIGHTENED! IN FACT I AM QUITE TALL FOR MY SPECIES!”

You jumped up, wings quickly carrying you to the raging Boggart. You tried sweet talking to him, hoping it would calm him down enough before offering him some honey and therefore transform Changbin back into the Brownie he actually was.

You barely noticed how the human stood up on shaking legs. How he slowly walked backwards with fearful eyes. Your head whipped around the second he turned on his heels and started running. You watched his form becoming smaller and smaller in the distance until you lost sight of him. Only then did you return your full attention back to Changbin.

“Love, Binnie, hey, look at me. You’re perfect the way you are. So good to me, so strong and handsome!” You pulled a flask of honey out of a bag strung to your belt and offered it to Changbin, while patting his hair and kissing his temple until he finally transformed back into his usual self.

“I am strong and handsome”, he grumbled, before taking another sip of the honey.

“Oh yes you are.”

Changbin looked at you, relishing in the attention you gave him. For a moment he didn’t want to follow the responsibilities, for a moment he wanted to indulge himself in this pleasure of having you all to himself again, for a moment he wanted to forget all about the human. He leaned forward and captured your lips, pressing them against your fiercely.

You moaned softly and opened your mouth, letting Changbin take control as you tasted the sweetness of the honey. 

Changbin’s hands wandered underneath your clothes, groping at your skin while he grew more and more desperate to feel you - to take you. “Hold on tight”, he rasped and grabbed your thighs, hoisting you up on his hips.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his sturdy shoulders and your legs around his hips. Another moan escaped your lips when Changbin snaked his arm around your lower back and pressed your core against his hard on. 

He basically ripped the fabric away to reveal your cunt. With quick motions Changbin freed his dick and slapped the thick shaft against your folds.

“Please Binnie”, you whined and threw your head back, trying to move your hips for some friction. “Please be good to me, please fuck me! Fuck me good!” Your wings quivered from the pleasure, fluttering even more when Changbin finally pushed his girthy length into your hole. 

Changbin grabbed onto your hips with both of his hands again. He breathed heavily from the tightness wrapping around his shaft. “I’ll be so fucking good to you”, he grunted and started a relentless pace - pulling out almost completely before slamming into you again. “My Heart, touch yourself for me, please. I want to see how you’re becoming a mess.”

Your insides tightened around his cock and you whimpered from simply imagining the scene. You carded your fingers through his hair, grabbing a handful of locks at the nape of his neck and pulling it softly, while your other hand wandered down along your body and to your clit.

Changbin groaned from the slight sting at the back of his head as well as from the sight of your fingers circling your sensitive nub and how it sent tremors through your whole body.

Soon enough you came with a guttural moan, squeezing Changbin’s dick until he spilled his load inside of you. Once you came down from your high, you slumped against Changbin, humming softly from his gentle ministrations while he held you close to himself.

“As much as I love staying like this, Heart”, he said after some time, “we need to follow that human.”

You whined and buried your face in his chest. “Why? I don’t wanna! I’d rather stay here with you and let you take me in every corner of the hut. I don’t want to follow Yeon-Yeon! He just ran away!”

Changbin kissed your temple and slowly let you down on your own two feet again. “We can fuck in every corner once we’ve found him. You know the rules, Heart. Any escaped human needs to be captured again. It is the rules of the Hunt.”

“Nobody needs to know he escaped.”

Changbin shook his head and chuckled softly, giving you a peck on your pouty lips. “We could teach Yeon-Yeon how to fuck you right though. Let him watch how I do it before he tries it himself.”

You perked up at those words, eyes shining with interest. “I like that idea.” With a grin you kissed the tip of Changbin’s nose, before rushing into the hut and getting properly dressed again. You’d definitely find Yeon-Yeon now.

That initial excitement quickly dimmed down the longer you looked for him. At one point you started to float next to Changbin - your feet hurt from walking so much. “I changed my mind.”

Changbin grabbed your wrist and pulled you further, scolding you for giving up so quickly. “I smell a human nearby. We’ll get him in no time!”

“We’ve been walking throughout the night! I had thought we’d find him before sundown and then I tried telling myself we’d find him before sunrise! Now it’s early morning and there’s still no sign of Yeon-Yeon.” You glared at Changbin and if he hadn’t been holding your wrist you would have crossed your arms in front of your chest to underline your statement.

Changbin stopped and inhaled the air deeply, ignoring all your complaining. “The human is close. The whole area is filled with its scent.” He turned to you, caressing your cheek. “Heart, could you fly up and check whether there might be a place for him to hide?”

You grumbled something under your breath but followed his request nonetheless. Your strong wings pushed you up into the air where the wind tousled your hair and caressed your body. You turned around your own axis until you noticed a fallen tree on top of a hill. The roots hung down like a curtain, giving a perfect hiding spot. Still you narrowed your eyes.

“There’s a fallen tree on top of that hill”, you shouted towards Changbin, pointing with one hand into the direction, “but I don’t think Yeon-Yeon would hide in a natural magic laden place!”

“We should still check it! I know I smell a human somewhere around here!” Changbin started to jog towards the hill and you begrudgingly followed him.

You landed in front of the opening and peeked inside. “Oh, Yeon-Yeon are you hiding here?” You stopped in your tracks when you caught sight of someone. “You’re not my human.” With a frown you pulled back out of the hole and turned to Changbin. “He’s not here, Binnie” You pouted at him and crossed your arms about to whine about the whole situation again, when you had a thought.

Without hesitation you grabbed into the hole and yanked the female human out of its hiding place. As she struggled against your hold, you let her go and watched her falling down on her behind right in front of Changbin. “I told you, Yeon-Yeon wouldn’t be smart enough to hide here.”

“But I swore I smelled him this way.”

You moved over to Changbin and wrapped your arms around one of his biceps. “Are you sure, we can’t just take this one? She’s adorable too!” You leaned forward, wanting to bop her nose when she suddenly slapped your hand away.

“No. We have to find OUR human, Heart. This is not our hunt and you know we must respect another’s hunt. Now respect ours and leave that human.” Changbin glared at the female on the ground before he turned to look at you with intense eyes.

“Fine”, you scoffed and already turned away, “I don’t like that one anymore anyway. She’s not that cute when she slaps.”

Changbin inhaled one last time, remembering her scent before he turned and followed you. After enough distance towards the hill, he tried locating Yeon-Yeon’s scent again. To his surprise you had been walking into the right direction already, wondering whether you sensed the human somehow as well.

Around noon, when you already started floating again, you noticed someone dragging themselves towards the edge of a small forest. You squinted your eyes and recognised your human’s clothes. “Finally”, you breathed out and without another warning you sped up.

Changbin watched how you shot through the air like an arrow, screaming the human’s name at the top of your lungs before you collided with his form and tumbled to the ground. Worried about your wellbeing, Changbin started running. He saw how the human struggled in your hold and how he pushed himself up, desperately clawing at your hands and trying to free himself. It was then that he leaned down and bit down in your hand.

You gasped in shock, eyes comically wide just like your mouth. You pulled your hand away from the human and stared at the bite mark for several seconds. 

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Changbin growled and rushed to your side, grabbing your hand and checking the bite mark as well. He looked panicked.

Your eyes wandered back up to Yeon-Yeon, your own shock reflecting in his expression. Before you or Changbin could say anything else, he took off again - running away from you just like he did before.

“What should we do? He bit you! You know what that means!” Changbin let go of your hand, running a few steps after the human but returning back to your side just as quick. He paced around. His worry slowly consumed him, turning his usually loving and caring personality into something dangerous yet again.

For a while you could only watch. The deja vu strong in your mind. You watched how the human grew smaller and smaller until he vanished from your sight. Watched how Changbin lost his temper. Watched how the bite mark on your skin already started to heal again. Not that it would heal completely. After all, the human had just claimed you.

The realisation slowly set in and somehow your heart started fluttering from it. With an almost excited grin you grabbed the bottle of honey you always carried with you and handed it to Changbin, waiting for him to calm down again.

“Why are you grinning? This is a serious situation!”

You placed a hand on Changbin’s upper arm, gently caressing his skin to keep him calm. “It is serious”, you agreed softly and nodded, “but that bond makes it a lot easier to follow him.”

Changbin grunted something unintelligible under his breath before he took another swig of the liquid golden honey. “I can’t believe he just claimed you.”

You laughed brightly, the sound of chimes and bells filling the air again. “I’m sure he didn’t know any better. Now, let us rest until night time. We’ll find him then.”

The moment the sun had gone down, you whispered a few words at the fine bite mark before forcing yourself to sleep. 

Changbin hoisted you on his back, having your arms wrapped around his neck and holding onto your thighs. He trusted your powers but he wanted to close the distance while the human would be sleeping. So he continued the pursuit with you on his back, sleeping soundly.

~

You found him deep asleep leaning against the trunk of a large tree, half hidden behind the protruding roots. “Oh, Yeon-Yeon”, you giggled, leaning over one of the roots and looking down at his form.

He jumped up and staggered a few steps away from you. “Stop following me!”

You pouted and tilted your head, playing mockingly sad. “You know I can’t do that. Humans aren’t allowed to roam free in this realm. They could hurt the nature.”

He looked pained and on the verge of breaking down before his expression changed into a panicked one. With wide eyes he turned around and checked his surroundings. “Where is he?”

“Who? Binnie?” You giggled softly. “He isn't here. This is a dream after all.”

Perplexed, the human turned back to look at you. “A dream?”

“That’s right, Yeon-Yeon. A dream. And anything is possible here.” You walked around the roots, swaying your hips seductively in the process.

“Then stop calling me Yeon-Yeon.” He grabbed his upper arm and rubbed over it, clearly affected by the way you moved.

“How do you want me to call you?”

“My name is Choi Yeonjun.”

You smiled and stopped right in front of Yeonjun. You linked your fingers behind your back and playfully leaned forward, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage. “So, Yeonjun. What else would you like me to do?”

He swallowed harshly, trying to tear his gaze away from the swell of your breasts. “I- uh, I- I don’t know.”

Another giggle escaped your lips. You rounded him and walked towards the roots again, gracefully sitting down and patting the ground next to you. “We could continue what we started before you ran away.”

Yeonjun nodded slowly and moved almost mechanically towards you. The second he sat down, you straddled his lap again. Your arms rested on his shoulders and you played with the strands of hair in his neck. 

“You know, you made me very sad when you ran away”, you told him with a pout, rolling your hips against him. “I wanted to have some fun with you. I still want to have fun with you. Do you want to have fun with me?”

“Ye-yes.” He cleared his throat and nodded quickly, staring at you with longing in his eyes. His hands came up to your hips, pressing you down against his growing erection.

Your lips curled upwards as you closed your eyes from the delicious friction. One of your hands slid down from his shoulders and over his chest between your bodies. You palmed his dick through his pants, feeling his outline.

“I want to fuck you”, he rasped, his eyes momentarily switching down to your lips. “Please.”

You closed the distance between your faces and kissed him, moaning against his plump lips and rolling your hips even more now. His soft moans turned you on and you hurriedly removed both your clothes. With your long fingers you pumped his shaft, softly praising him.

Yeonjun groaned and threw his head back. He moaned even louder when you guided his dick into you, sinking down on his length with your full weight.

Your wings fluttered from the pleasant stretch. You needed a second to control them again, helping you to bounce on Yeonjun’s dick. 

He opened your blouse and started groping your breasts as well as leaning forward to suck, lick and nibble on your nipples. Yeonjun loved how you reacted to his ministrations, loved the sounds you made for him and how you slowly came undone on top of him. “You’re so beautiful”, he whispered against your bare skin.

You closed your eyes and threw your head back with a loud moan. Your walls fluttered around his shaft and soon enough you couldn’t hold back, cumming with full force.

Yeonjun held your hips in place with his hands and fucked you through your high with fast and deep thrusts into your cunt. Once he came as well with a pleased groan, he wrapped his arms around your lower back and held you in that position.

You rested your head in the crook of his neck, smiling softly. “That was incredible”, you whispered and kissed the soft spot on his throat.

He hummed tiredly. He moved his head ever so slightly to place a kiss on top of yours, before he rested his cheek there and fell into yet another slumber.

~

You woke up with a pleased giggle, wriggling slightly in Changbin’s hold. “I know where he is”, you whispered and kissed his neck. You then pushed yourself away from him and fluttered around him in an euphoric dance.

“Must have been a good dream”, he commented with crossed arms, “you’ve been moaning and whimpering the whole time.”

You giggled again and landed in front of Changbin, noticing the raging hard on in his pants. “Oh, it was, Binnie. It was incredibly good.” You got down on your knees and opened his trousers, pumping his length several times. 

Changbin’s breath hitched. Having the erection for quite some time now, he was incredibly sensitive. Your breath fanning over his tip was nearly enough to make him cum all over your face but he tried to prolong his high at least until you sucked him off.

For just a moment you teased him with licks and kisses, but knowing Yeonjun could wake up any time, you opened your mouth and glided down Changbin’s thick shaft. You hollowed your cheeks and started bobbing your head, pumping the base of his cock as you couldn’t take all of him in. Throughout giving him head, you kept eye contact with Changbin. You loved how his expression twisted from the pleasure and you knew when he was close.

The second you added a slight twist to your wrists while pumping the base, Changbin couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He came down your throat with a moan, his heart beating fast and his breathing irregular. 

You swallowed every last drop of his cum and licked over your lips with a wicked grin as you stood back up again.

“I could get used to that whenever you wake up.”

“Me too”, you giggled and leaned forward pecking Changbin’s lips. “But now we have a human to hunt!”

With that you jumped up into the air, flying a loop and dashing into the direction Yeonjun was hiding. Even though Changbin couldn’t fly and therefore wasn’t as fast as you, you knew he’d catch up at some point. He’d simply follow your scent and the bond that pulled both of you towards each other.

You found Yeonjun in the same spot where you had seen him in his dream. Suppressing a giggle, you carefully placed yourself on his lap again - basically taking in the position the both of you had in his dream.

“Am I still dreaming?” He mumbled, eyes barely even open. Yeonjun pressed a kiss to your temple and yawned heartily.

“Does it feel like a dream?”

He made contemplating humming noises, still too tired to think straight and register all the information his body received. 

“Heart!”

Yeonjun stiffened, eyes suddenly widening. “This isn’t a dream”, he whispered and pushed you away from him. He stumbled to his feet and away from you. “You tricked me!”

You pouted and stood up yourself, dusting off your clothes. “I did no such thing.”

“Just let me go home!”

Changbin came to a halt next to you, his eyebrow rising in confusion. “Doesn’t he know he can’t go home?”

Yeonjun stared at the both of you. At first his expression was filled with disbelief, before it slowly turned into anger. He accusingly pointed a finger at you. “You told me there is a way for me to get home!”

You blinked a few times, before you laughed softly and tapped with a finger on your lower lip. “Ah, ah, ah. I did no such thing.” You gracefully walked towards him a few steps. “If you remember correctly, I only told you there are ways to leave this realm. That doesn’t mean you get home.”

“What?”

Another giggle ripped through your throat and you shook your head. “Silly, little Yeon-Yeon. Even if you’d find a portal you’d come back to earth hundreds of years after you left it. None of your family would be alive anymore. Time here is different.”

Yeonjun shook his head, tears brimming at the corner of his eyes. “No!” He forcefully rubbed over his face. “No! You’re lying!”

“You truly haven’t learned anything, have you?” You laughed again, teasing him. “A Fae can’t lie, Yeonjun.”

You watched how he stared at the ground, knew how his thoughts were racing in hopes of finding a solution. His whole body trembled in desperation and anger, before it momentarily stilled - the realisation you called him by his full name hitting him. Yeonjun looked up with red eyes, glaring holes into your form. “You’re a twisted sicko!”

Your lips curled upwards and you shrugged with your shoulders, turning to Changbin to see how he reacted to this whole situation. Though instead of amusement, you saw how his face morphed into sheer panic.

As if everything happened in slow motion, Changbin rushed towards you. 

You turned back around to Yeonjun.

He held something dark in his hand. Raised high above his head. Yeonjun moved towards you as well. 

And you knew he intended to stab you.

At the last second Changbin pushed you out of the way. He wasn’t able to stop Yeonjun’s movements though, getting the tool stabbed right underneath his collarbone. 

You heard the sizzling, followed by Changbin’s pained screams. He fell down to the ground, half in a foetus position and expression morphed from the unbearable pain.

Yeonjun stumbled back in shock, his eyes trained on the writhing body on the ground.

“Binnie!” You yelled and rushed over to him, falling to your knees and holding his shoulders to keep him still. Even though you knew deep down the material of the tool, you moved your hand to the protruding tip. You hissed in pain as the iron burnt your skin.

Changbin whimpered and cried in pain, the iron lodged into his body.

You turned towards Yeonjun. “Pull it out!” When he didn’t react you got louder. “Pull. It. Out! PULL IT OUT!” You screamed out after Yeonjun only shook his head, turning back to Changbin.

“It’s going to be okay. We just need to get it out and you’ll heal again, Binnie.” You pressed down on his chest once more, keeping him from writhing around. You bit on your lower lip and wrapped your fingers around the iron tool. 

Your skin immediately reacted to the metal. The pain hit you at the same time you hurt the loud sizzling of your skin. Yet, you didn’t let go of the tool. Instead you tightened your grip and pulled on it.

With an inhumane scream you pulled it out of Changbin and threw it far away into the surrounding woods.

You pressed your burnt hand on his wound and started whispering incantations that helped healing, needing to close the wound as fast as possible.

Changbin passed out from the pain, growing limp under your touch.

Yeonjun stared at your trembling body, too stunned to do or say anything. Though as he momentarily blinked, he suddenly found himself slammed to the ground.

You snarled at him with bared teeth, any sign of cuteness vanished behind your mask of rage and terror. You glared down at the human and wrapped your long fingers around his throat. 

“Please don’t”, Yeonjun whispered as tears filled his view. He was barely able to breathe now and fear settled deep inside of him. Maybe he shouldn’t have underestimated you but it was too late now.

Yeonjun felt the raw skin of your palm and for a second he thought it must hurt holding him down with your jarred hand. He blinked repetitively, so he could look up into your face.

Your eyes were red from unshed tears. You breathed heavily, exhaling with trembles. And for the first time Yeonjun noticed how your teeth were sharper than normal human teeth. 

“You hurt him”, you hissed, each word layered with venom as you spoke. “How did you get the iron?” When Yeonjun didn’t answer immediately your hold on his throat tightened and you raised his head slightly only to slam it full force back into the ground. “ANSWER ME!”

“I- I found it.”

“Did you know iron can be deadly for us?”

Yeonjun shook his head vigorously - as much as he possibly could with your hold on him.

You clicked with your tongue. “How can one stupid little human be that lucky”, you mumbled more to yourself than asking him. 

“I’m sorry.”

You hissed again, appearing even more menacing than before. “I’m sorry doesn’t cut it!”

Yeonjun whimpered in pain and closed his eyes. “Are you going to kill me?” His whole body shook in fear, yet he tried to suppress it, hoping he wouldn’t aggravate his situation even more.

You clicked with your tongue. “Oh, I want to. I want to so badly right now. If you hadn’t claimed me, I would have done so already.”

He opened one eye, confusion written over his pained features. “Claimed?”

“You bit me. It’s like-” you pondered over the words- “what do you humans call it? An engagement? Though it runs even deeper! If I kill you now, I would kill half of me.”

Yeonjun exhaled, a sense of relief washing over his body.

You growled again and narrowed your eyes. “Don’t think that’s a good thing! I’d gladly sacrifice half of myself for him! Though maybe I should keep you alive and make your stay a living nightmare - not just at night!” 

He whimpered softly, his lower lip quivering in fear.

With a stone-cold expression you leaned down to his ear and whispered: “Just know that you’ll never escape this realm.”

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[nie7027]

I always rolled my eyes whenever that post about too much fics always being setted up in American cities and not being afraid of use your own country because of how dumb it sounds.

Except...except until I watched Chainsaw man because...BECAUSE I CAN CLEARLY PICTURE DENJI WEARING ONE OF THOSE PUBLIC MEXICAN SCHOOL UNIFORMS

Just imagine it

Fleeing from Makima the Hayakawa family have to go somewhere far, somewhere Makima control won't reach them. Somewhere she will never thought to look after them.

México is perfect.

(In fact most latino countries are)

Because Aki uses most of his money to pay the costs of moving and buying fake IDs and also because they have to lay low they move to your common popular low income Mexican neighbourhood.

Denji enrolls in the local public high school

(Originally i was envisioning Denji in one of those public middle school uniforms, if you are Mexican you know which ones, but these work too)

Despite everything he does okay-ish in school.

He isn't the only teen who can barely read in high school and because he is a foreigner he gets a pass. Aki, armed with a dictionary, helps him with his homework as much as he can so yeah. He's doing ok.

Except when he's picking fights(the other boys are jealous of how much he is getting the girls attention) and/or being rude to teachers.

That's when they decide to call his parents for a much needed meeting.

What they weren't expecting was for a polite good looking young man missing an arm coming in and declaring himself Denjis older brother and guardian.

What they werent expecting much less was for said good looking young man to apologize profusely for Denjis behaviour and swear he will do his best to have a talk with Denji. That they will accept any punishment they deem necessary.

They love him immediately

They love him a little less(not by much really) once they learn what he does for a living.

Because they needed to make a lot of money quick (in case they had to run away again) and without being questioned about their papers, past or appearance Aki has no choice but to open the most prolifilic bussines you can open in Mexico starting from nothing:

He starts a puesto de micheladas.

(of course Aki has the skills to do something else but even if he manages to not doubt the quality of his forged papers he is still a clearly japanese immigrant with a dubious past and a missing arm who barely speaks the language. He has no chance at formal jobs and said missing arm disqualifies him for most manual labor. The easiest route is food and still he has problems by not being familiar with the cuisine and ingredients)

It becomes popular among young people because Power works there attending customers and everyone wants to bang Denjis super hot sister so they buy more and invite her over

Aki of course doesn't let Power drink but she doesn't know because he always prepares super special drinks for her(nothing more than a simple flavored soda) made to look the same ( yes for those who know un simple refresco preparado. He got the idea from watching customers come in with their kids and asking for that) and she keeps boasting about how mighty she is by not getting drunk like the other weak humans with their feeble minds even though she gets special drinks.

All the customers know what Aki does but nobody dares to speak up against the young man with a missing arm and the stare of someone who has seen too much and seems capable of anything... So they accept it as part of her charm.

That and how easily she burns her tongue with anything remotely spicy noy matter how much she denies it (Denji isn't much better but he manages. If he can eat rotten food he can handle a little spicy here and there)

Denji also works there attending customers and breaking fights. An amazing feat considering how tiny he looks even after throwing out 5 rowdy customers.

Between that, Power being unable to keep her caps/hats on while working (there's just so many times you can convince people that her horns were just a drunk mass hallucination) and the rumours of Denji just standing up and dusting his pants after getting shot in the chest after he resisted when someone tried to rob him on his way back home from school people quicky realize the new neighbors are demons/fiends.

But either because the mexican equivalent of Public Safety doesn't exist or they are just incompetent a hunter never comes no matter how many times they call.

At most the police comes when it gets too loud but all Aki has to do is offer free drinks to the officers and they go on their merry way.

So once people realize they aren't there to drag their souls down to hell and are mostly harmless (yeah they seem super strong and could kill them... but so could many other things. Fear of the death? Here? Pfffft) they leave them alone. They couldn't be worse than the santeros from the other street.

Mostly alone.

Aki still gets stinky eyes from the women whenever he goes to the market to buy groceries

That all changes once Angel goes out.

After seeing nothing happens and nobody came after them once their devil nature got too hard to hide they thought people were ok with them being devils.

So Angel, who was absolutely bored out of his mind from being cupped inside the house all the time as the most outstanding of them, argued that if Power could go out so could he. There was no way he could do worse than Power.

So after a lot of begging Aki finally relented.

It was a grave mistake.

Not because people were scared of Angel.

Oh no.

On the contrary.

All the grandma's in the neighbourhood fell in love with him.

They thought he was a straight up actual angel that descended from heaven to bless the earth.

The concept of an angel devil was unthinkable. Who would in their sane mind fear angels?

Angel hates it.

He wants to be back locked inside the house but it's too late. The grandma's come everyday knocking at the door asking for Angels power to relieve their aches or bless their family.

Even the priest at the local church had to intervene and ask them to stop. That this was against god.

It was to not avail.

The old ladies were dead set on their beliefs. Adoring angel and putting him on a pedestal like a golden idol. Venerating him.

Even when time passed and the novelty wore off. When it was obvious Angel couldn't do/wouldn't do half of the shit they believed. Even then they kept loving him.

He was a fine looking polite young man. Very cute.

Actually he was pretty rude.

They still wouldn't stop pinching his cheeks and sending him back home with dish upon dish of food they cooked for him.

Unluckily for Angel Aki gladly accepted th and even encouraged Angel to keep doing whatever he was doing

After all this time he was still struggling to cook with ingredients he wasn't familiar with (why didn't the rice stick the way it should? Why did noodles taste different? WHAT THE FUCK WAS A MARUCHAN WITH CHILE PIQUIN Y LIMON??) and he was starting to worry about running low on money and Denjis and powers health with how much street food they had to ate to compensate Aki's lack of cooking skills.

This way at least Power and Denji got to eat some home cooked meal instead of stuffing their mouths with tacos de a $1 (Aki knew Power and Denji could eat almost anything and those tacos were a lifesaver those first months but yeah... Better to not risk it)

Besides now everybody was starting to treat Aki better whenever he went out (and this time without him having to give free drinks).

Because...

Those who had control over the local grandmas had control over the whole neighbourhood.

And Angel hated it.

He hated it even more when the priest came over and declared Angel had to help out at church to compensate for leading poor defenseless old ladies through the path of damnation.

Angel was going to refuse until Aki heard the priest was willing to pay him a wage.

It was the only job that would allow Angel to work without having to stuff himself in an overcoat to hide his wings in the middle of the day at 20°C. He would just look like a super devoted disguised weirdo Aki argued.

Angel didn't care.

It would be pretty devilish of Angel to pretend being an actual angel working in a church Aki tried.

Angel still didn't care.

Well in that case if Angel didn't want to work there then he could busy himself by working shifts at the business with them and watching over Power during serving hours so Denji could dedicate more time to his homework.

Angel immediately accepted the priest offer

His job mas mainly cleaning and organizing papers around.

Truth be told Angel sucked at his job and spent most of it sleeping but the grannies were once again attending church every sunday and that was worth the pay to the priest.

(Still Angel also ended up taking shifts to watch over Power and prep with Aki so Denji and power herself could free some time)

(Even though it wasn't that necessary bc Denjis single teachers kept asking denji about his hot older brother after the first time Aki went and were very lenient with him when he didn't turned in homework once they knew Denji tended to help Aki out)

Now that the community was treating them better and Denji had more time he took up little jobs at the market helping butchers cut down big frozen pieces of meat with his powers or carrying around ladies bags and heavy crates.

He usually got payed with money. But sometimes with a bag of fruit/vegetables to Aki's delight. Or sometimes even with a bag of blood from the butchers which was really helpful in case of a sudden injury or simply to quell Powers complains.

Now with both Angel's meager pay and Denji's extra money Aki was able to ample the business by adding hot wings and hamburgers (the tears he cried when he discovered he could at least do that) and stop feeling guilty about selling alcohol to young people.

The business ran smoothly and the four of them could mostly calm down.

Or that was until Christmas season came and the old ladies and the priest himself wouldn't stop asking Angel if he was going to be part of the pastorela this year.

They of course thought he was perfect to play the part of the angel.

Angel of course doesn't want to

Aki tells Angel that as part of the church staff it's his obligation to take part of this even (it really isn't but they don't know that) and that he could learn something

Angel tells Aki that in that case he should be really happy because they also want Power to play as one of the devils

Once Power hears about the piñata and the sweets she'll get nobody can change her mind.

She of course also ends up dragging Denji into it. He plays as one of the peasants trying to get to Bethlehem while Power is one of the mischievous devils trying to derail them and Angel as the reluctant angel that guides them

They are a little too old to be part of the play. It's ridiculous.

But now that all his family is part of the play Aki can worm his way into the group of moms preparing the meal for that day and he finally gets to learn how to cook local dishes.

The day of the play unhappy with the planned ending Power tries to wrestle the other kids for protagonism to show the mightiness of demons. Denji tries to stop her. Angel just watches from the sidelines.

Its complete chaos. Kids are screaming. The scenario is getting destroyed.

It's like any other pastorela.

Aki doesn't stop taking pictures like a proud dad during the whole ordeal.

Once it's time for the piñata Power goes hog wild and summoning a blood bat breaks it before anybody gets a chance to hit it.

She is pretty dissapointed when all that comes from it it's 'more veggies'.

All in all they enjoy it.

Now that Aki can finally cook he can finally leave the alcohol business (and stop corrupting the kids as he sees it on his mind) and goes a step forward:

He opens a puesto de comida económica

Angel quits his job at the church to help him full time.

Denji and Power help him after school when it's more crowded.

Power now also enrolls into school but although she's s little old she starts at middle school.

Aki and the others don't think she could handle highschool yet. They are correct.

And this marks the first year of the Hawakawas coming to live in Mexico.

Life is good.

Bonuses I came up with while talking about this au with my best friend:

At some point during the first months Aki buys *insert your adultered/cheap alcohol of preference* because he wants to cut up expenses and he hear someone say it does the job/every puesto de bebidas uses it.

Half of Denji class misses school the next day

The Mexican public safety department receives that day a lot of calls about three powerful demons cursing all the teens into the hospital in a certain neighbourhood. It's one of the first complaints about them they get.

Not wanting to deal with that shit they literally ignore it.

In their defense they also think it's another case of parents blaming their kids getting drunk/high on demons.

The fact they are kind right doesnt make it better

(am I talking about the parents? The Mexican public safety? Yes)

The reason why Mexico is the perfect place for the Hayakawa to hide it's because once they escape Makima/Japan public safety starts calling every devil containment dependence around the world asking for them and the Mexican branch very aware there are lots of reports of sightings of devils fitting the description but wanting to ignore it being like "no.... We haven't seen anything like that"

The reason why the Mexican department doesn't tell on them can be summarized by the 3 points:

They literally don't want to deal with this shit

Some of the officers know Aki and like the free micheladas he gives them so they ain't snitching on him (yes Aki manages to befriend the police here faster than he ever did back in public safety. They even invite him to smoke with them when they are drinking at his bussines. Aki can't really refuse.)

eventually the reports get lost among a bunch of other papers they had so at some point they aren't even lying anymore and that way get to evade Makimas control

So in the ends it's something like: Blood fiend? Chainsaw devil? We only know al chino y sus hermanos

they then proceed to hang up on Makima

Aki cries everytime he goes to the market. He doesn't understand why the lady at the marked keeps giving him a rock whenever he asks for something to help him clean the bathroom.

He's pretty sure the words are right. He asked Denji and he says his pronunciation is alright...SO WHY? WHY THE FUCl DOES THE LADY KEEP GIVING HIM A ROCK?

He now has 60 of them.

The boy just nods and smiles and pays for the rocks instead of asking. He stores them under the cupboard.

He's very stressed.

Between school and his amazing adapting skills Denji is the best of them at spanish. Aki has to carry a dictionary and hesitates when enunciating. Power just sputters nonsense and gets way with it. Angel just doesn't talk much.

He actually could be very good at it but he's too lazy to study it. Besides he only has to show the minimum of interest in something before an old lady is giving it to him for free. So as Power he gets away with not really practicing the language.

Denji and Power are the kind of kids to always buy unhealthy snacks (papitas con chile, chicharrones, dorilocos) after school even though they can barely handle spicyness.

Aki is suffering for their health. He doesn't understand why they do that when there's so much new fruit they can eat. Aki is in heaven everytime he buys himself un vaso de fruta picada or un agua de sabor.

Angel on his part is content with all the new desserts he gets to eat: Fresas con crema, plátanos fritos, duraznos en almíbar to name a few

Not to mention how crazy Angel goes after he learns bout all the new ice cream flavors there. And raspados and paletas congeladas.

That's all for now folks.

If I ever think of something more for this au I'll let you know and if you come with something else let me know.

I had so much fun writing this.

#chainsaw man #csm #csm spoilers #spoilers #chainsaw man spoilers #aki hayawaka #denji #denji hayakawa #power #power hayakawa #angel devil #angel hayakawa #this is the most stupid thing i have ever written #now this au lives rent free on my mind #i know thiw will appeal only to a small portion of people #but GOD i dont care #you have no idea how perfect it is #akis micheladas is a phrase i never thought i would write but god its so good #dunno why but for some reason these 4 fit so well in the mexican lower class society #if you have doubts about what certain ohrases in spanish mean or what its referring you can hit me up ill be happy to explain #i cant believe this is my triumphant return to writing #nie's writing

[darchildre]

Gentlemen and Players

(Got distracted and so didn't get to part 1 before part 2 arrived, so I am posting about both parts at once.)

Hey everybody, get excited - it's cricket time! Everything I know about cricket, I learned from E W Hornung and Dorothy Sayers. Here is the sum total of my cricket knowledge: Raffles and Lord Peter are Good At It. That's it; that's all I've got.

Thing 1:

"Cricket," said Raffles, "like everything else, is good enough sport until you discover a better. As a source of excitement it isn't in it with other things you wot of, Bunny, and the involuntary comparison becomes a bore. What's the satisfaction of taking a man's wicket when you want his spoons?

The line about the spoons is so funny to me. I realize that fancy flatware is worth stealing and fencing or whatever but it's still so funny.

Being a gentleman thief who steals jewelry: daring, classy, dare I say, 'sexy'.

Being a gentleman thief who steals spoons: just the silliest thing.

Also very funny is Raffles pouting in his terrible straw hat about the cricket not going his way not five paragraphs after saying he doesn't care at all about it. Thank god someone properly illustrated this ridiculous moment.

Thing 2: "A young gentleman of the exquisite type," huh, Bunny? Bunny my Bunny, no matter how hard you try, you are not good at pretending to be straight.

Thing 3: Oh, poor Bunny, who is now more worried about being humiliated on the cricket field than he is about committing a crime. Let's be real - I too would much rather rob someone than be watched while miserably (and inevitably) failing at a sporting event. Bunny's a better man than I, because I would probably have faked a dire illness or an overseas trip or something to get out of playing sports in front of people, no matter how in love with Raffles I was.

Thing 4: Raffles' weird moral/ethical code is so fascinating. It would be the height of rudeness to rob one's host. But if you're invited somewhere solely because you're good at cricket, then you're practically being treated as an employee which a) is an insult and b) makes you not really a guest. And therefore it's not only acceptable (if still a bit tacky) but almost compulsory to rob said host, as revenge for the insult he's given you.

Thing 5: Aww, Bunny has decided this time not to get cranky that Raffles isn't telling him things, after Raffles rescued him last time! Very cute - let's see how long that resolution lasts.

Also extremely cute is Raffles' little training regimen of fishing and impromptu games of catch. One hopes they alleviate Bunny's anxiety about sports at least a little.

Thing 6:

...we found an enormous house-party assembled, including more persons of pomp, majesty, and dominion than I had ever encountered in one room before. I confess I felt overpowered. Our errand and my own presences combined to rob me of an address upon which I have sometimes plumed myself...

Because we only ever see Bunny with Raffles and therefore almost always at some point in the commission of a crime, we always see Bunny rattled and anxious, rather than in his element. It's interesting to imagine Bunny at his ease, who is apparently charming, personable and fun at parties. Probably, were he not worried about the police, he and Miss Melhuish might have ended up having a lot of fun gossiping about everyone else at the party. Miss Melhuish is clearly having a lot of fun imagining burglars with him and thinking about whose jewelry she would steal if she had the chance.

Also, the hilarious fear-inspired arrogance of thinking that he and Raffles are "two well-known London thieves" the presence of whom the police might have been alerted to! You have pulled at most three* whole jobs together, Bunny, and haven't run into the police on any of them. You are, as yet, the opposite of "well-known thieves". Literally no one knows about you.

Thing 7: Raffles taking his shoes off so that he can pace properly without bothering other people in the house and worrying (if only a little) if smoking inside is allowed is very cute. I love how excited he gets at the idea of both observing some 'professional' criminals and also beating both them and the police.

Also very cute is Bunny replying to his "My dear Bunny" with his own "My dear A.J.", the very first time we've seen Bunny call him that.

Thing 8:

I had still enough of the honest man in me to welcome the postponement of our actual felonies, to dread their performance, to deplore their necessity: which is merely another way of stating the too patent fact that I was an incomparably weaker man than Raffles, while every whit as wicked. I had, however, one rather strong point. I possessed the gift of dismissing unpleasant considerations, not intimately connected with the passing moment, entirely from my mind. Through the exercise of this faculty I had lately been living my frivolous life in town with as much ignoble enjoyment as I had derived from it the year before; and similarly, here at Milchester, in the long-dreaded cricket-week, I had after all a quite excellent time.

A) The idea that it would be a better and almost more noble thing to actually fully commit to being a criminal rather than the wishy-washy state that Bunny currently finds himself in is going to come up more prominently in later stories, but it's interesting that Bunny is already thinking about it, at least a little.

B) Except that we are talking about Bunny 'my greatest strength is not thinking about stuff I find unpleasant until I absolutely have to' Manders, so no conclusions will be reached at this time.

Thing 9: Awww, Bunny actually does all right at cricket! Good for him. I like that he and Miss Melhuish are continuing to be house-party friends as well and that she "said pretty things to [him]" about the cricket. (Sorry, miss, he's very cute but also very taken.)

Thing 10: Awww part 2, Bunny hearing Mackenzie grabbing someone in the hallway in the middle of the night, clearly thinking it's Raffles who's been caught, and flinging the door open to valiantly rush to the rescue! I mean, it isn't Raffles needing rescuing at all, but by god, he tried. Don't worry, Bunny - someday you will actually manage to heroically come to Raffles' rescue, I promise.

And also we get our first example of Bunny being surprisingly effective at unarmed melee combat but only when he's startled/panicking.

Thing 11: And then, our first properly happy ending, where everyone gets what they wanted: Bunny gets to feel a little heroic and like he's done something good, and Raffles gets to feel clever and to walk off with the best of the shiny things, and they both presumably get enough money to continue not having real jobs. Applause all round!

Thing 12: Raffles did not in any way need Bunny for this job. He does nothing to facilitate the robbery and any help he provides in distracting or hindering the professional criminals is purely coincidental and could have been expected of any of the other members of the house party. Bunny is not useful and it is, in fact, more work to get him to the house: Raffles has to lie to his host about Bunny's cricket skills and then scurry off to clandestinely play catch with him to get him even close to faking it.

Raffles just prefers having Bunny around, is the thing. If there's a chance of something fun/exciting happening, Bunny should be around for it. And if the party turns out to be boring and there's no opportunity for crime, at least Bunny will be there to hang out with.

It's easier to tell that Bunny is smitten, because he tells us all the time, but Raffles is totally head over heels for his rabbit as well. He's just slightly subtler about it because he's not the narrator.

Both Raffles movies from the 1930s are based loosely on this story (and its sequel, "The Return Match"). I cannot in fairness recommend either of them as good adaptations - they are both so straight that they feel they have to give Raffles a girlfriend - but the 1930 version is at least kinda fun, and Bunny gets to tackle a dude in his pajamas.** The 1939 version is a remake starring David Niven and Olivia de Havilland and I love both of them but it has been hit super hard by the Hays Code - barely has a Bunny at all, and Raffles has to turn himself in at the end, because the Code didn't allow people to be shown profiting from a crime. It's a bit depressing, really.

They're not terrible movies and are a bit worth seeing as curiosities if nothing else, but maybe just watch the 1970s tv show instead.

*Depending on where you think "Out of Paradise" fits in the chronology.

**How the dude got into Bunny's pajamas, I'll never know. /Groucho Marx impression

#letters from bunny #raffles #gentlemen and players

[itsnothingofinterest]

It seems like when one of the heroes saves someone the way they go about it seems to positively affect the hero too. I wondering if that's what the flash of izuku was here, since uraraka is telling toga it's okay for her to not hide who she is and feel what she does and that could tie back to when uraraka decided she shouldn't think about her feelings or love since deku is focusing so hard on becoming a hero so she should too? The way she helps toga could lead to her accepting her feelings for deku and allowing herself to feel and act on them. Just wanted to know your thoughts.

Hmm, yeah that makes sense. Even if she’s been pushing them aside, Uraraka’s feelings for Deku are still seem strong to me, what with them confiding their worries with eachother; and it makes sense she’d learn not to suppress herself encountering Toga this way. (Although that’s not exactly the lesson I most want her to learn from Toga, but it’s progress in a way.) And for what it’s worth for the conversation; for as sapphic as I and just about everyone else found this chapter, we know Toga is very supportive of the relationship between her two crushes. (For more information please refer to my OT3dback loop theory.) She might even outright encourage Ochako to act on her own wants or something.

So yeah; I could see this encounter with Toga leading somewhere with Uraraka’s feelings for Deku. Also in general, I can get behind the idea of these conflicts being just as much good for the heroes as their villains. (Perhaps even more than the villains. Dare I repeat my complaints about how Dabi ended his fight with his brother about where he started; suicidal and with no one able to talk or sympathize with him?)

I can especially get behind that 2nd idea since it could kind of support my ‘high note’ sub-theory to my ‘BNHA part 2’ theory; where the war ends with things going great for the heroes and civilians, but maybe less so for the villains, but that’s okay because their more difficult to tackle issues be addressed more in aforementioned Part 2. Still not shutting up about that yet by the way. (Might make a post about that regarding Toga in 393 in fact, once the official translations are out. Want to double check some of Uraraka’s dialogue first.)

#ask & reply #bnha #bnha 393 #uraraka ochako #midoriya izuku #class 1a #toga himiko #dabi #paranormal liberation front #PLF #my stupid long term predictions

[randommessibe]

This little one-shot fic is a late Christmas/Three Kings Day gift I made, a lot of writers block later, and here we are!

Soul bound: A UTMV one-shot fic

How soft and quiet night could be, the streetlamps slightly illuminating through the curtains of a child's room. Stirring shadows dance across the walls as the tiny figure wanders the room, trying to catch the soft light. She wandered, eyes bright and holding a patched up cat plushie as she just admired the lights.

As she did, she felt her body grow slightly tired; yawning and deciding that the carpeted floor was a decent resting spot. Her eyes grew heavy before drifting off to sleep, her small body slowly being engulfed by the light and shadows before she was no more... the child had disappeared.

Somewhere else, a giant skeleton resided within his tiny home; sitting at his table drinking some tea and reading a book. He was content with the slow day currently. No mail or files needed to be sorted; just him and his records. That was the case before feeling a sudden soul wavelength and then hearing a slight thumping sound from outside hitting his mailbox. Pondering what the sounds could be, the skeleton stood up from his table and set his book down. He tilts his head before heading outside, peeking around his small garden before seeing damage upon his mailbox.

That was strange, he thought, as he wandered over there to check what the problem was before seeing a small lump against the post. The skeleton, confused on what the thing leaning against his mail post until he saw it move. He steps back a bit before the lump flops down and stretches on their stomach, a clearer look that it was a child he had discovered.

Looking around the void he resided in, the skeleton was pondering where and how she got there before going over once more and picking her up like a mother cat would pick up their kitten by the scruff. He gazed at the small child he was holding, taking in the noticeable features; warm dark skin with a few spots lighter than the rest were also kissed with several beauty marks and freckles, dark Hazelnut-brown eyes that had a hint of something eccentric and joyous, and bright, soft and fluffy blond hair that resembled a cloud.

An odd warmth was emitting from the young child in her pink and purple pajamas, an erratic small smile emerging as she held her stuffed companion. Compared to the size of the skeleton, she looked like a mere doll that any other child could play with. He shook his head at feeling a mini warmth on the tip of his finger, seeing her gently touching him. She had no fear at all, even with him being a monster; daring not to move, this only fueled the desire in this girl to know more.

She gently felt one boney finger after another, steadily engraving the feel in her mind as she shifted a bit to hold her patch-work cat in the other arm. Shaking his head, the skeleton was wrestling with himself internally before making the final decision to support her with his other hand; gently placing her on his palm and let go of her, now holding her with both. They both leered at one another before he flinches back a bit, seeing the curious child raising her hand up; wanting to touch his face.

He stared before slowly leaning down, allowing her to pat his cheekbone gently. The small girl giggles and smiles more at him, her eyes looking as they're growing more bright. The skeleton felt his soul grow a bit warm from hearing the sweet giggle. How could she be not afraid of him? How does someone so young have so much bravery?

The skeleton hummed and leisurely walked back into his home, placing the child on the table and watching her curious eyes wander around his abode. "So...what am I...going to do...with you?" The skeleton finally spoke, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. His voice was a bit slow, low and raspy sounding; but so soft and gentle too as to not spook her suddenly. "Where did you...come from...little one?" he says as he slightly tilts his head along with her slightly surprised expression.

"Pretty!" Comapred to the skeleton, her voice was boisterous and confident; full of thrill and charm. The skeleton felt his soul warm up once more, she's an oddity for sure, calling him pretty; yet he also felt something slightly different of this young girl. He watched her as she carefully picked up his teacup, admiring it before also trying to drink the herbal liquid inside.

The girl's face somewhat scrunched up from the slightly bitter taste, shaking her head and placing the cup down. The giant couldn't help but darken his face and cover his mouth, trying to stiffle a laugh back. She stared at him with wonder, feeling the modest warmth his soul was giving off; she found it comforting and lovely, her body relaxing and feeling sleepy.

The young girl yawned and rubbed her eyes, cuddling her plush and trying not to fall asleep. The giant skeleton noticed her slight energy depletion, gently picking her up and trying to craddle her. As he did, he had also decided to check her soul; staring at the tiny green heart, the energy was different from the majority of human souls. "Hmm...a little...unstable...I wonder." He placed his hand gently on her chest, humming and trying to concentrate.

The young girl was already fast asleep, still holding her cat as she shifted a bit in his arms; relaxing and placing her tiny hand on top of his. The sight was very adorable to him as he felt the steady flow of his magic fusing with her soul, just the smallest amount before pulling away. He gently pet her hair, letting the small one rest in his arms before he decides to place her in his bed; her tiny hand also holding onto his finger as she slept. "You should be...alright now...my name...is Kratos, little one."

The End.

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Kratos belongs to: @kratos-sins

The little girl belong to: me!

Thank you so much for reading, I hope that you enjoyed it!

#cryptic oddities #utmv au #utmv fanfic #utmv Kratos #utmv oc #au undertale #undertale multiverse #one shot #undertale aus #i do not know how to write on here #grump and adopted sunshine #undertale ocs