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adore-laur · 5 months

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SKIN

— a blurb from the dadrry universe 🤍

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Harry's skin must be woven with threads of magic. There has to be an otherworldly magnetism entwined in his veins, bestowing captivating warmth toward anyone who touches him. Or perhaps there's an underlying spell coursing through his bloodstream, effortlessly soothing deep-rooted aches and vociferating cries.

It's been said before, but it bears repeating: Harry is a natural when it comes to being a lover. He has been by your side through every trial and tribulation life has cruelly thrown at you. He has willingly taken your pain during grief-stricken times and selflessly shared the burden. You've navigated the rollercoaster years of dating, marriage, and parenthood with him, all the while watching him adapt to each role with unwavering patience and grace.

Witnessing him be a dad makes you firmly believe it's what he was made to do. It was written in the stars.

When you wake from a deep slumber—a long and uninterrupted one at that—the house smells like blueberries and homemade bread. Well, if four hours of sleep counts as uninterrupted. You'll be the first to admit that you haven't missed the lack of sleep in caring for a newborn.

You slowly make your way to the kitchen, surprised by how quiet it is except for the sizzling sounds of breakfast being cooked. Your tired eyes regard Harry swaying by the stovetop, a spatula in his grasp and his one-week-old baby girl cradled in his opposite arm. She's wide awake, her swaddled body cuddled perfectly in the crook of his elbow as she mesmerizingly stares at her dad skillfully taking a loaf of bread out of the oven. He has on his favorite fleece robe with the sleeves rolled up, and his hair— that's getting quite long—is flatly pushed back due to him restlessly tossing and turning all night.

It's baffling how whenever Harry holds his daughter, she's completely content as long as her skin touches his. You don't quite understand it. You're well aware skin-to-skin contact is essential, but it's wondrous how much she loves it with him already.

You stand still and watch him for a few more moments, thinking about how, nine months ago, you observed him from the same spot as he made pancakes with his eldest daughter. Back when the baby he's holding now was just a tiny bump he would fawn over, growing rounder each month and getting plenty of kisses each day.

Eventually, you refocus on the present and shuffle over to where your sleep-deprived husband is yawning and shutting the oven door with his hip. The both of you got a dreadfully short amount of sleep last night, but you think it isn't so bad when mornings look like they do with him.

"Hello," you say, making your presence known before appearing next to him.

Harry loosens a golden-brown blueberry crêpe with the spatula and sets it on one of three plates. "Morning, sweetheart."

"When did she wake up?"

"'Bout an hour ago," he replies, his voice hoarse. "Just little whimpers, so I took her to the backyard for fresh air. She told me she wanted to make breakfast with me."

You amusedly tilt your head to the side. "Oh, she told you that? I didn't know you could translate her baby sounds."

"I can, actually. She also told me she wants milk." He looks over at you and raises his eyebrows. "Pronto, preferably."

"Here, give me her. She's definitely hungry." You take her from him and kiss her soft, munchable cheeks. "Thank you for making food, by the way."

"That's my job," he sing-songs as you walk over to the couch. You sit and slide the strap of your silk pajama top down, then remove the white swaddle from the baby's body. She instantly latches onto your nipple, causing you to wince as a dull ache initiates.

As you feed her and zone out, you hear Harry plate the food and open the fridge several times before you sense him coming up behind you. He leans his torso over the back of the couch and rests his chin on your head. Breastfeeding has never been uncomfortable around him since you know he's appreciative of what a woman's body can supply and how draining it is to be the supplier. Often, like right now, he will silently observe his daughter fall into a state of tranquility as she suckles. It's beautiful to nurture another human using your body, and even though it's terribly time-consuming, the special bond formed during it is always worth it.

"I'm gonna get dressed," Harry says after a while, squeezing your arm.

You turn your head and pucker your lips for the first kiss of the day. He grants you several soft pecks that taste like blueberries, each with a satisfied hum, before leaving a long, dramatic kiss on his daughter's head.

A few minutes later, he comes back just as you finish breastfeeding. He's wearing a patterned jacquard-knit sweater and loose denim jeans with ripped holes by his knees. He stands before you and takes his baby girl from your arms, kissing and blowing raspberries on her full belly until she's screeching happily.

"Who's ready for tummy time, hmm? Is it you?" She coos with a toothless smile, and Harry pretends to eat her cheeks. "I think it's you."

He gently sets her on the blanket on the living room floor, then lies on his stomach next to her. You grab your phone from the coffee table and snap a quick picture of the sweet memory.

After five minutes of encouragement and tracing every feature of her face, Harry picks her up and burps her. Meanwhile, you wander into the kitchen, grab the plates, and then slide the patio door open with your shoulder. You head out to the backyard with Harry following closely behind. You're not too worried about your other daughter since she'll definitely be cranky if you wake her up this early.

As you set the plates down and sit in the wicker lounge chair, Harry passes the baby over and settles beside you, chewing and swallowing a bite of bread. He says, "I was thinking of going to the beach later and swimming with the girls. The water is pretty calm today."

You nod and pick at your crêpe. "Yeah, go ahead. I'll probably take a nap or something."

"You don't want to come with us?" he asks, scrunching his eyebrows. It's gorgeous out."

"I don't really feel like swimming. I'm not feeling my best."

He leans closer to you and places his palm on your forehead. "What do you mean, love? You feelin' okay?"

"I'm just tired," you lie partially. "Don't worry about me."

"Hey, look at me." He takes your hand in his. "I'm going to worry about you. You just gave birth a week ago. Gotta tell me how you're feeling mentally and physically. Otherwise, I don't know how to help you."

"I know, but I swear I'm—" A fussy cry cuts you off, and you sigh as you start rocking the baby. Harry soothingly massages the back of your neck, leaving a comforting kiss behind your ear.

"We'll talk about it later, okay?" he murmurs.

You just weakly smile and hope he'll forget about it.

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The sun has just begun to set, and the evening sky is a bright, beautiful orange that makes the ocean glimmer. All of you are on the beach to spend time together before an early bedtime. Harry had made dinner and is now shaking out a blanket so the both of you can sit on the sand. Your eldest daughter is distracted with her beach toys, talking to herself as she toddles along the shoreline in her swimsuit and floaties.

There's no time for peaceful watching, however, because once you plop down on the blanket with the baby snuggled to your chest, Harry sits right by you and clasps his hands over his bent knee like he's about to give a lecture. He jerks his chin and says, "You know what I'm gonna say."

It's impossible not to roll your eyes. "Do I have to?" you mutter with a sheepish grin.

"Yes. You're legally required to talk to your husband and baby daddy."

You just groan and prepare yourself to vent about all the postpartum feelings that have been swirling in your pessimistic brain over the past seven days.

"I'm scared of losing myself," you say, exhaling heavily. "I remember the first time I became a mom and how I didn't even recognize myself some days. It took so much energy out of me, you know? With breastfeeding, being up all night, and trying to get my body back to normal. I guess I just don't want to fall into that dark mindset again."

Harry nods understandingly. "Do you recognize yourself right now?"

"A lot more than last time," you reply quietly. "I mean, we're both more experienced with how to handle a newborn. That definitely helps."

He swallows, and his serious expression reveals that he sees right through you. "Can I know the real reason why you didn't want to go swimming earlier?" he asks with a gentleness that could break you if you dwell on it for long enough.

You sometimes wonder if your skin is made of glass or if he knows you well enough to notice all the cracks.

"If I talk about it, I'll start crying."

He tuts and nudges your foot with his. "And what's wrong with crying?"

Shrugging, you defeatedly mumble, "Makes me feel like a little kid."

"You're my wife, not some stranger to me," he stresses with a soft laugh. "I hate that you think crying in front of me will put me off. Please be vulnerable with me. I don't want you to keep your feelings bottled up."

Your lips wobble, and a teardrop escapes as you look downward. "I don't feel good when I look at my body. I don't think I could put on a swimsuit and have you see me." Harry scoots closer and wipes your tears away, a sympathetic frown on his lips. "And I spent so long trying to accept it last time I gave birth," you add, "and now having to bounce back again seems exhausting."

"I don't expect you to bounce back," Harry says gently. "I don't expect anything of you that involves changing your body. It's your body. Do whatever you need to make you feel good, and do it at your own pace, all right?"

Your heart lovingly falters at his statement. "Once we can finally have sex in five weeks, it's going to be terrible. I'll probably cry."

He laughs, and you let one out too. "Is that really what you're worried about?"

"No." He gives you an unamused look with a hint of a smirk. "Okay, maybe. I just don't want you to look at me. I could blindfold you or something."

"Can you look at me right now for a second?" Harry asks earnestly. You adjust the baby in your arms and meet his eyes, which sparkle in the sunlight. I look at you and see a goddess," he says, holding your free hand. A mother to two beautiful girls who make me smile every single day. You're my safety blanket. The body you think I don't want to see is the one that grew life. That is so precious to me."

He begins tracing his fingertips across the light striations on your thigh as he continues, "The stretch marks on your skin are there because you grew two humans, which to me, is the most powerful goddamn thing I could ever watch you do. And you've done it so effortlessly that I can't help but fall in love with you more and more each day."

In that moment, you wonder why you were ever doubtful in the first place and how the man sitting next to you can always easily drag you out of any momentary insecurity.

Harry suddenly stands and carefully pulls you up with him. He then kneels on the blanket and spreads his arms out. "Look at you," he says over the crashing waves. "You're literally glowing in front of me, holding our baby girl that you brought into this world all by yourself, and making my heart pound just as hard as the first day I met you."

"Stop, Harry," you tell him, heat expanding across your face.

"No, because look at you!" He exhales sharply and lowers his arms. "I worship you. Everything you do or say, every smile and laugh, every time you look at me... I'm hooked for eternity."

You kneel in front of him with tears threatening to spill over. He cradles your cheeks and kisses you with an intensity similar to the evening waves pelting the shore. Is there a way to thank the ocean for bringing him to you?

As the sun says its routine farewell, you bask in Harry's glow that cascades from the solicitous words he speaks and the tender touches he gives. Skin that's unquestionably loved by him and skin that you will love at your own pace.

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sitp-recs · 26 days

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12 fics I’ve enjoyed recently…

Last year I did a short-lived “weekly rereads” series to spread love for old favourites that kept me afloat when reading new things became a struggle. I was looking for ways to stay active and contribute to the fandom with minimal effort, and I found solace in revisiting fics that I hold dear in my heart. This year, spring brought the @dronarryfest to pull me back into reading mood. Fandom is starting to speak to me again after a very long time, and the euphoria hit me with inspiration to write this short rec post for my recent reads. I am joining the party a bit late but on the off chance these escaped your radar, here are some fics I’ve really enjoyed during my catch up moment in February/March, and a few I’m planning to dive into next. It’s so nice to be able to write comments and rec blurbs again! What have y’all been reading lately?

HP fics:

Wet Leather by @lqtraintracks (E, 492 words) - Harry/Sirius

I live for LQT’s rare pair drabbles especially when it’s for my beloved Sirry because nobody writes this ship like them. The A+ characterization always takes my breath away: so much tension laced with yearning, it feeds my horniest deepest Sirry cravings tripping between guilt and absolution. This short is full of heat, want and sweet indulgence, with the usual tenderness underneath driving me up the wall and making me soft and hot for these two. Also, “my drenched little pup” excuse sir I’m??? 🥵

Nightswimming by @sweet-s0rr0w (M, 5k) - established Drarry, Dron, implied Dronarry

One of my instant faves this year, what a masterclass in tension building! As always, I’m so impressed by sweets’ short form. The brilliant banter and relentless sexual tension put me at the edge of my seat praying for MOAR. The atmosphere is so captivating I could feel the temptation on my fingertips, and have I even mentioned Ron’s spot on voice?? Superb bromance dynamics, late night drive aesthetics, an impressive amount of characterization within 5k and a teasing ending full of promise, come and feast!

Borrowed Time by @the-starryknight (E, 7k) - Dron + Harry

Another delicious Dronarry treat, now showcasing established Dron, body swap, the sexiest UST you’ll see today and an incredibly satisfying payoff. Once again Starry delivers peak romance with their “hot & sweet” trademark mixing compelling dialogue, witty flirting and uncomplicated smut full of want but also trust, understanding and intimacy. Forget the maddening anticipation, the domestic slice-of-life tone made me swoon - the characters are so clearly fond and familiar with each other it’s only natural for them to come together like this.

Heart to Hearth by @jtimu (E, 7k) - Drarry

This fic is a breath of fresh air and I still remember how excited I felt reading it for the first time. I’ll never get tired of seeing Harry get utterly horny confused at an attractive and carefully guarded Draco being competent at his odd yet surprisingly fitting job. Repairman Draco is indeed mouthwateringly efficient with his long hair and coveralls, and their tentative and awkward dynamics are just excellent. Love the subtle humour, the bits of repair magic theory and the earnest slow burn, with a smooth progression towards deliciously indulgent smutty times. Amazing concept, perfectly executed.

Long Haul by @wolfpants (E, 8k) - Drarry

Wolf is killing it lately, loved their Dronarry but this fic stole my heart with the long haul love premise. The image of their encounter - Harry holding his passport between his teeth, Draco with Muggle headphones around his neck - stayed with me the whole night. Harry loves flying and connects with NYC for the same reasons I do, so this fic spoke to me in a very personal way. I love everything from the title and bold flirting to the scorching hot and intimate smut with smooth daddy Draco! Not too long ago I prompted Florence’s “End of Love” for Wireless - unknowingly, Wolf wrote the NYC fic I’ve dreamed about when I thought of it 💜

Permanent by @citrusses (M, 14k) - Drarry, Dron

I’ve always been drawn to time travel and Citrus set up a thrilling, mysterious mood that’s impossible to resist. I was deeply intrigued not only by the plot but also by the complexity of these characters - a belligerent Harry with daddy issues and a saviour complex (yes pls!), edgy and focused Hermione, perceptive and kind Ron charming his way inside our hearts, and a lonely Draco trying to make sense of the plot, handle his feelings and find his foot in the post-war world. I loved being inside his mind - such brilliant characterization - and seeing the golden trio through his eyes. This fic has a wistful, melancholy tone mirroring Draco’s longing for Harry that hit me right in the solar plexus. It is also a great Ron study, and I’ll admit that made me fall even harder for Dron. Finally, it is tender and devastating as all good things are. A brilliant read and an instant favorite.

Dick Chicken by @oknowkiss (E, 15k) - Harry/Draco/Ron

Believe me when I say this is the Seinfeld AU you didn’t know you needed because you don’t wanna miss out on this. Hands down one of the most entertaining fics I’ve read in a while, this is hysterical funny, witty and steamy. The perfect mix of crack-y and casually horny vibes with a quirky Draco, a lovable and relatable Harry, and a hot Ron who’s 100% there for the ride, this chaotic trio will pull you into an unhinged journey and you’re gonna thank them for that 🤣 superb Harry pov, a warm and playful atmosphere that feels intoxicating, and a glorious shower scene followed by a fake orgasm competition. You’re heard it right. Run don’t walk!

Knot Your Average Coworkers by @thecouchsofa (E, 22k) - Drarry

Office romance is my kryptonite and I couldn’t stop giggling as I made my way through this wolf!Draco treat. I was instantly smitten with the charming characters, the delightful silly knotting jokes 🌝 and the good old oblivious friends/coworkers to lovers dynamics that always gets me. Pining Harry wooing Draco through cooking is SO my jam, the perfect mix of sweet comfort & unbearable UST that fills me with joy and anticipation while also wanting to smash their heads together “kiss kiss fall in love” style. Yum!

Cargo Case by @sleepstxtic (E, 23k) - Drarry

This was such an exciting ride, I love the inherent yearning & intimacy of break up/make up stories and this case fic kept me engaged and rooting for Drarry (and Pansy/Parvati!) the whole time. It was wonderful to see them not being antagonistic after a break up for a change - there’s delicious ust, fabulous Draco & Pansy brOTP, not to mention their super cool job. I was as invested in the plot as I was in the romance, and I’ve had a really fun time following them around. Undercover boyfriends for the win!!!!

Truth to Materials by @toomuchplor, lately (E, 54k) - Drarry

Another fabulous plor fic as per, this artist!Draco story immediately won my heart with the hilarious opening scene and the perfect combo of Draco’s “brazen gay” voice and Harry’s “bi panic” mind. What a delight! Love the clever dialogue, the mood so chaotic horny but the humorous tone making me giggle my way through the delicious loo sex scene. Unique premise, great pacing, fantastic cast and charming characterization - this fic is so easy to devour it doesn’t feel like a 50k journey at all. The story is great fun, very engaging but also delivering multiple tender and heartkick-y moments. It checks all my boxes including our king Ron Weasley putting a banana into Draco’s sculptural arsehole 🤣 what else could I ask for?

Skybound by @xanthippe74 (T, 61k) - Drarry

As a longtime fan of Ghibli’s movies, I was over the moon to see one my own faves adapted to fit the HP universe. This is the Howl’s Moving Castle AU we deserve, a light, enchanting and fun read with a lovely smooth Draco and a lovely earnest Harry making such a great pair. I love how Xan played with the original material making adjustments here and there, and giving life to Timpsy, the apprentice elf with a whole subplot involving mistreatment of magical beings. Very sweet and creative read!

Other fandoms:

a man—with human flesh by spqr (E, 14k) - Paul/Duncan, Dune

I love that this author writes for all of my favorite ships, I feel so spoiled! This is (yet another) banger following the 2nd Dune movie and a fascinating dive into Paul’s fractured mind struggling between his long-standing affection for Duncan and the intrusive thoughts under BG’s influence. So intense, vivid and thought-provoking. I was hooked from beginning to end and deeply immersed in this universe. Love me a fic about emotional implications and complications while delivering excellent character studies, this is the shit I live for right here 🤌🏼

Next up on my to-read list:

Home series by @hoko-onchi-writes (E, 22k)

In which Draco grows up hiding and finds out he doesn't want to do that anymore. And he doesn't want his son to hide, either. (…). In which Harry grows up in darkness, falls in love, fucks up, learns some things, and falls in love again.

Passing Stranger by @lettersbyelise (E, 53k)

Five years after the war, Harry, listless and depressed, stumbles upon Draco Malfoy playing the violin in an underground bar in Muggle London. The catch? Draco lost his memories five years ago. Ignoring his friends’ advice, Harry befriends an unwitting Draco, overlooking the fact that their mutual attraction might not survive if Draco’s memories return.

The Star Splitter by @oflights (E, 219k)

On a routine time travel assignment to the past, Draco stumbles upon 7-year-old Harry Potter and witnesses his neglect and mistreatment by the Dursleys. In the moment, there is only one solution, even if it goes against all his training as a Time Agent: he has to bring Harry back to the future with him. In which Draco burns his life down for the sake of his former school rival.

#monthly roundup #Sitp recs #it’s been so long since I wrote a rec post 🥺#feeling energized!

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radiance1 · 8 months

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Back on my bullshit with the Eastern Dragon Danny and Phoenix Vlad au:

So basically, Vlad decided to go to sleep for a while, inside a modified coffin built to withstand him and all that. So, he tells Danny a specific time to wake him so that he could resume his duties as Duke.

Why did Vlad decide to take a really long nap? Because he was extremely tired of ghost zone politics and decided to just go fuck it, I need a nap.

The deadline he needed Danny to wake him up at is relatively short in ghost terms really, just about a period of 40 years, he's currently 20, so at the end of this he should just be an even 60. Which would give him plenty of time to finish forty years of work before his rebirth cycle kicked in again.

He gave Danny the key to said coffin, with its specific magical signature and everything. So he expected and trusted that Danny would awaken him within a span of forty years, perhaps a bit earlier if push came to shove.

Then he just went to sleep.

Danny doesn't like his decision to just, up and go sleep for forty years, only because he would have to be the one doing the paperwork but its like, whatever he guessed. Do Danny was now actually handling the paperwork and navigating ghostly politics once more!

Joy...

He was buried in work for a fair amount of time, sometimes literally, and had to kick it back for a bit before going back to work. He felt like he was forgetting something, though...

A key appeared under a stack of papers that he just worked through, a veeeeeeery familiar key that he was sure had some kind of importance based on that itchy feeling in the back of his skull.

Eh, it's probably not important.

Welp, back to work!

Danny worked in silence for a bit, before getting up and slamming his hands on his desk.

OH FUCK, VLAD!

It's been waaaay more than 40 years last he checked, enough time that Vlad must've rebirthed inside his coffin already by like, a lot of times by now.

Considering that 5 millenniums have passed.

Well, shit.

So he hid the key in his hair, shifted, and flew off to Vlad's domain to wake him up. But when he got there, weeeeell, let's just say that Vlad's coffin was. Well.

It was gone.

Now, you see Observants. He had a totally reasonable explanation for this, you know. It was uh, well, you know, he just, ya'know?

He just, kinda, forgot...

He'll get him back! He swears! He just, need to, ya'know, find the guy!

Couldn't be that hard!

Another five millenniums later, he felt like punching his past self for fucking jinxing future him! The Observants were literally breathing down his neck to find the guy, and he didn't want to go back to doing paperwork either!

His salvation came in the form of a summoning, one he answered and finally, finally found the location of Vlad's coffin. He honestly got extremely, he didn't want to face paperwork again, so he asked these group of heroes to help him find this specific coffin in exchange for whatever they wanted him to do.

And he's Ancient damn thankful he did cause oh boy, cause like 2 days later he was presented the coffin that was just sitting collecting dust in some magician guy's house that was apparently passed down throughout generations that the Justice League managed to get their hands on.

So he opened it, and literally had to catch Vlad, who fell out of his coffin and looked like a literal 10-year-old. Did Vlad's temporary retirement plan include his deadline of 40 years being stretched by 9,960 years? No, no it did not, and unlike the previous ghost king, he was not unaffected by the length of his sleep.

So forgive him if he had to relearn how to do basic body functions, his memory foggy, and his powers were a bit outta wack.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp

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writinghotchner · 7 months

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the infinite amount of times you saved yourself, and the one time you didn't have to

Pairing: aaron hotchner/reader Rating: M (sfw) Warning: talks of self harm & depression (nothing too descriptive)

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i really don't know why this came into my brain, but i couldn't shake it so...here we go. please mind the warnings and take care of yourselves <3

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you have a small moment of wanting to relapse after being clean for so long and aaron finds you in the bathroom

you've dealt with self harm since you could remember. it started with hitting yourself as a child and then progressed into scratching, and then eventually when you got a little older, you got your hands on a pack of brand new razor blades. and then it became a problem. it stemmed from lack of control, a therapist once told you, so any time you felt like you were in a situation you couldn't control - or felt the need to control - you'd immediately take it out on yourself. the only thing you could control was the pain. and, as sad as it is, it always made you feel better. it stopped the spiraling and the crying and the heaving of breathe that you could never fully suck into your lungs.

you're not entirely sure how you got here in this moment. in your underwear and bra on the bathroom floor of the apartment you share with your boyfriend. he works for the fbi, travels a lot, never really seems to be home...but it still works. you've never been in such a healthy, loving relationship before, despite the distance. so maybe that's why you feel the tinge of guilt sitting on top of the unbearable sadness that rumbles in your chest like a brewing hurricane.

you're happy. for maybe the first time in your life. you have a great, albeit, stressful job, a handful of good friends and you're potentially with the love of your life...so...how did you get here? on the floor of the bathroom in the apartment that you share with your boyfriend. who is, unfortunately, or fortunately, still at work. he wasn't out of town, thankfully, but his attention was still needed in quantico. he could potentially show up at any moment. and that sends a bizarre lightening strike of adrenaline down your spine. if you're going to do it, now's the time. before he comes home and sees the mess you've made, yet again, and leaves. like almost everyone else has done before.

you know this is a pattern. you'd been stuck in a depression vortex for most of your life, so when good things start happening your brain immediately throws you ten steps backwards, and you wind up like that scared, lonely teenager, clutching something sharp and willing yourself to either do it...or don't.

you'd never really been good with talking yourself out of it. and now is no different. you can do it, and hide it for as long as you can. put on the facade that everything is and has always been great. and then he'll see the fresh marks, and you'll immediately fall back into being that scared, lonely child begging people to not leave you.

you'd done this so many times that it's almost comical that you keep hoping that this is the one time you can talk yourself out of it. but then, what else can you brag about, if not that your are your own hero. always the one to save yourself. not that anyone's ever really stuck around long enough to even try to be the hero.

but still, you picture aaron charging through the bathroom door, his short hair suddenly long and flowing in some magical wind and lifting you into his big, strong arms and hauling you off to some beautiful place where you can breathe.

you close your eyes and sigh. your legs are starting to go numb from how your sitting on the tile floor. now or never the pathetic little voice floats around your brain.

you take a deep breath, straighten out your left arm and grip the razor blade tighter....

just as your about to zip the blade through your flesh, you hear the front door open and then close. you hear aaron shuffling around calling out for you.

"honey?" he says loudly, walking into the bedroom, where the bathroom your in is attached to.

for some reason, that's what breaks you. you let the blade fall out of your hand and choke on a sob that has been threatening to come out since you got home.

you can hear him on the other side of the door, jiggling the handle. "honey, are you in here?" the door is locked and you don't know if you have it in you to get up and let him in. funnily enough, you're not sure you want him to come him - despite the little hero fantasy you had moments ago.

you suck in a deep breath and you try to calm your voice. "hey, yeah, i'll be out in a second. just getting out of the shower."

you wince at your lie and you can immediately tell that he doesn't believe you. he's a professionally trained human reader, of course he was going to see right through that. maybe you kinda wanted him to.

"sweetheart," he says softly. "i can hear it in your voice. please open the door."

your lip quivers as this unknown fear settles deep inside of you. you've never been so scared of someone seeing this side of you.

another sob escapes you before you even realize it was there, and you know it was loud enough for him to hear. he doesn't wait for you to open the door, instead he throws the side of his hip into it and it cracks open, a piece of small metal clanking around on the ground from the handle.

you can't even look up at him. you've crumbled in on yourself, legs crossed and elbows on your thighs, head in your hands as you finally just let it all out.

"hey," he says softly, and you can suddenly feel his big warm hand on your bare back. "are you hurt? what's going on?"

he moves his hand off your back and puts it softly around your wrist, pulling it away from your face. he uses his other hand to turn your face to him, his eyes immediately scanning for any blood or wounds.

"y/n, i need you to say something, i'm thinking the worst here," he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours. the hand that he used to move your face is now cupping your cheek, his thumb wiping away the falling tears.

you still don't say anything, if anything the embarrassment of it all has your tongue. so instead you sit up and fall into his chest where he immediately circles his arms around your shoulders, hugging you to him securely. your heart thuds in your chest as you realize at this position, he can see the fallen razor blade that was to the side of you, hidden by your legs before. you know he's going to see it, he sees everything.

sure enough, you can tell when he spots it. because he pushes your body way from him his, just far enough to where he can look down at your entire body, looking for any signs of blood or bandaging.

"i didn't-" you rasp out. he runs his hands up your arms and uses both hands to cup your cheeks. you can't place the expression on his face, but you know it isn't good. it's never good to make someone you love so much worry so much about you. you feel stupid and even more embarrassed now. a vicious cycle.

"were you going to?" he asks. the concern in his voice loud enough to knock you over.

more tears fall, you want to curl in on yourself and hide away under the rug, but he doesn't let you move your head.

"i think so."

"honey.." his voice is so sad and so concerned. it breaks you even more. you fall back into his chest and he lets you, his arms once again coming around to hug you to him.

"is this something you've done before?"

you take in a deep breath. being in his arms like this always makes you feel better, and the fact that he can't see your face right now makes this conversation a tiny bit easier.

"since i was a kid," you blow out a steady stream of air, willing the hurricane in your chest to go with it. "i stopped for a long time. it felt kinda childish to keep doing it well into adulthood, so i replaced it with other things...." you trail off and he squeezes you tighter and kisses your shoulder.

"and then, y'know, you get older, you get a job, you learn how to distract your brain from the self destructive cycle. but i think i locked the beast away for too long, because tonight i just...couldn't..."

you feel him take in a deep breath. he pulls away from you and runs his hands down your arms and holds your hands.

"i'm glad you didn't. is there anything i can do to help? can we maybe make a plan for the future so it doesn't come down to this again?"

you nod. "i've...never had anyone offer that before. most people just...leave."

he pulls you into a small, soft kiss. his hands are back on your cheeks, and he pushes your hair out of your face. "it'll take a lot more than this to make me leave, honey. we can get through this together. whatever you need."

and for the first time in your entire life, you didn't care about having bragging rights to being your own savior. for once, you can't wait to tell someone how you met the love of your life and how he stood by your side and helped you through the unimaginable. and never gave up on you.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x reader #*mine #*reader #*hotch x reader #the infinite amount of times you saved yourself and the one time you didn't have to

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engeorged · 1 year

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Aster's Maze

Follow up to Obi's Place and Santa’s Otto

Art by @badoobers

Words by @engeorged

I know it’s been over a year since I posted, but it’s been quite a journey for me. One I’m not even sure if I’m ready to talk about. The encounter with Obi changed me somehow and I’m not the same person I was. I can’t quite seem to settle anywhere for very long any more. I feel restless, and to be blunt, like I’m not quite fully present wherever I am. My mind is always in a different place?

Let me go right back. By now, you’ve probably read about my encounter at Obi’s place. I’m not gonna lie, I was a wreck for a few days. It was like a hangover meets a sausage casing? The amount of food he’d packed in me took days to digest. I was swollen for 72 hours, not really able to do anything but sleep and go to the toilet. (I’ll spare you the details although I’m aware a few of you out there will want them you dirty bastards!!) I didn’t check my messages the whole time but after my last post, a lot of you had reached out to me. Turns out there’s quite a few of these guys around and they don’t fuck about! The pictures you all sent me were quite eye opening! (That's maybe for another post!)

The whole thing felt like a dream, but on reflection I realised it was a pretty good dream. I hate to admit it, but being able to eat that much food was quite a turn on. I tried for months to find him again and ask what he did to me. I’ve not been able to repeat it by myself, and trust me, I’ve tried. I can’t really even eat half of what he put into me. Every few weeks I would sit down in a restaurant or a buffet place and just block the afternoon out and eat as much as I could to see what would happen. Now I’m a big guy (and getting bigger!) and I could probably out eat most people if it came down to it but there’s just no way I can get as full as I did that morning. My belly is definitely increasing in size and capacity but still, without whatever magic he was using I can’t do it again.

To cut a long story short, I ended up travelling. The few stories you sent me (that weren’t totally nuts) were fascinating, but from all over the world. I’ve been searching for trolls in Norway, piscies in the UK, dragons in china, tikoloshes in Africa. Nothing! Not a single bite. I was starting to believe that maybe it was a hallucination from being so over tired. Maybe the stripes on the road had hypnotised me as I drove or something.

I’m currently living in Greece for a bit. I’ve pretty much run out and so I found a casual labour job on a building site in Greece. It’s a bit of a shit show to be honest, but all I have to do is turn up and lay bricks for a few hours in the afternoon and I get paid! The extra bit of timber I’d put on means I break a sweat the second I get up, as even though it’s early autumn, here it’s still 24 degrees by midday!

It was coming up to lunch time on the site when I started feeling a bit faint. I realised I’d not had anything to drink for a few hours and I was super dehydrated. I grabbed my water bottle and when lifted to my lips, only a few drips came out, so I had a scan of the area and saw a guy with a cart selling gyros and beers. Usually the street food was pretty good around here so I headed over, still wearing my tight high viz vest. As I got close to the stand I started to realise how hot the guy was selling them, now I’m newly ‘out’ and so I don’t still fully know what my type is but I can tell you reader, this guy was everyone’s type. He was stacked, his arms were like ripe watermelons and as I got close I realised how huge he was. I’ve told you I’m 6’5, but this guy towered over me. He must have been 7 feet easily. His hair was everywhere and he had this crazy medallion around his neck with a symbol on it I recognised from somewhere.

Now, I know my story has ended up on some niche websites and blogs, so I know what you pervs are all waiting for. So here it is. His gut was potentially the hottest thing I have ever seen. It was huge. He was so tall it was practically oval. Firm and round and pushing against the buttons in his shirt. It was like he wasn’t even tempted to hide it. In fact, as I approached, he lifted his arms above his head to stretch which meant that there was a good three or four inches of furry dome poking out from underneath. He looked as stuffed as I was at Obi’s. As I got nearer I started to regret my decision to go over. I must have looked like an absolute state. I was wearing my battered work jeans and fluorescent jacket, covered in brick dust and sweat and I absolutely stank. A 280 lbs slab of man like me working in 30 degree heat is a recipe for funk, and I was dripping with it. He looked up and saw me so there was no going back, I committed and walked up trying to look cool. Something about him made me want to melt into a puddle. I said ‘Yasass’ in my best Greek accent and he replied with a bass filled ‘Hello, how can I help you’ in perfect English. His accent was vaguely British with a hint of Greek overlayed. The rumble of his voice made something shift inside me. I think I was in love.

I ordered two beers and paid him. Lifting it to my lips, thirst took over and downed one on the spot. I didn’t really want to leave, I wanted to try and get his number or something. I downed the second beer and I could see it must have impressed him as he leant forward in his cart and offered me another. I ordered two and offered him one which he took. We stood chatting about the weather and what I was up to and as we chatted he started putting together a huge gyro full of amazing smelling meat. There was a hint of salad at the bottom but the thing was packed as tight as his shirt. He wrapped it up with his strong hands and offered it to me. I took it immediately and took a big bite, within minutes the thing had gone. It was the best tasting thing I’d ever had. When I finished I realised he’d just been watching me eat it, not saying anything. His dark eyes focussed on me making me feel very seen. He had very keen eyes that looked deep into my soul. (I know how pretentious that sounds, don't worry, but you’ll see I’m right in a minute!)

I jokingly said I could eat another one and before I’d finished my sentence he had one there in his large paw! I won’t bore you with the details because there will be a lot more later but suffice to say I ate 3 of his huge gyros. I was substantially full, my own belly was beginning to push out against my work clothes and I’m pretty sure I lost a button I offered to pay but he wouldn’t take it. He just said he’d see me again. I went back to work on the site very full and very horny!

I stopped by for lunch every day for the next week and a half. In the evenings I discovered he owned a small but very cool restaurant bar selling the same food but with the addition of a whole selection of spirits and cocktails. It was a full two weeks before I plucked up the courage to ask him out. There was just something about him that drew me in. Reflecting back I don’t know if we actually spoke about much. Even now I know very little about him. All I remember is his huge belly, round and tight, every day staring at me. Perfection in a fursuit. I remember that he had a few piercings. The medallion round his neck had chains coming off it connecting to nipple piercings. He also had a heavy gold nose ring, which, if I wasn’t thinking with my dick, might have been a bit of a clue. I was looking out for whatever Obi was, not whatever he was. And is, I guess?

On reflection, and with what I know now, he was strategically increasing my already substantial belly capacity for the game. (More on that later) Every meal, he would give me a little bit more food. A bag of stuffed vine leaves here, some baklava there, extra meat in the wrap, a special sauce, larger wraps. Before I knew it I was eating 6 of his gyros twice a day with whatever accompaniments he palmed off on me that day. Every evening I would spend bloated and swollen, nursing my aching stomach whilst thinking of Aster. (Oh I forgot, one thing I did get out of him was his name) I guess I should add that I didn’t twig what was happening in case that’s not obvious. I was bewitched by everything about him to the point where I didn’t realise he was testing me out for something much bigger.

A few weeks in I had a penny drop moment, I’d just finished my 6th evening gyro and he was making me one more to finish me off. My belly was huge, packed with the supply of food he’d been encouraging me to eat. I was wearing a now painted-on shirt and I was standing in the street at 5pm obediently stuffing myself silly with his street food. I’d gone past full a few gyros ago and it was now simply pushing and stretching my stomach more and more. The feeling of the stretch (as some of you probably know) is exquisite. I’d experienced it fully with Obi and I’d been chasing that feeling all over the world to get to that place of total engorged capacity and it dawned on me suddenly I was there again. Something about that day made me realise I'd met another one of these creatures. Aster wasn’t human.

I swallowed down my last bite and took the next one from his massive hairy hand. I looked at him properly for maybe the first time. Looking past my own lust and attraction and I saw that he wasn’t quite ‘right’. His hair was shaped in such a way that hair didn’t really grow. His side burns were much more than a side beard and that ring in his nose was huge because his nose was so large and flat. And his belly! No human belly would ever be that size and rounded shape when it was that big. It would be sagging down over his belt, not sitting proudly on top of it defying gravity. I started eating the food he’d made me and asked him outright. ‘Who are you?’ He looked me in the eye and said with a slightly crooked grin ‘Obi said you could eat.’

I stood back aghast. He was one of them. I had so many questions. But before I could ask any of them he started packing up his cart. I found myself rooted to the spot while he packed away. I literally couldn’t move. As he grabbed the handles he turned to me and put his large hand on top of my distended stomach and winked. And that’s when I saw it. The little purple twinkle in his eye. With that, he was gone and I was finally able to move. The fullness I was not noticing yet hit me and I nearly sat down on the pavement where I stood but I managed to pull myself together and make it back to the site where I did very little work. He’d fed me as much as Obi had done but without me noticing. And I let him!

I could hardly wait for opening time at the restaurant that evening. Still full from lunch, I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to ask him out or just demand some answers. When I saw him behind the bar, cleaning a glass with a tea towel I knew what I wanted. I marched right up to the counter but before I had a chance to speak he pulled out a single purple rose which he handed me. As I looked at him in the low light, I realised all his confidence had fallen away and he was genuinely a little nervous. Turns out he’d fallen for me too. He ended up asking me on a date. Who knew a 7 foot tall Minotaur would be such a hopeless romantic. (Yeah I just dropped that in. I didn’t know how else to say it really! It is what it is?) He told me that he finished around midnight but that he had somewhere he wanted to take me and would that be alright. I agreed, obviously! And parked myself on a table by the window to wait for him.

Even though the restaurant was pretty busy, he found time to be quite attentive. Every hour he brought me another rose and a plate of something to eat. By the time it was midnight I had a vase full of flowers and a belly full of Greek food! Bear in mind I was stuffed from lunch and I arrived at the restaurant at 6. So do the math to work out how full I currently am. That’s important for the rest of the story! As the final customers left I watched as he whipped round the place lifting the chairs and sweeping up as fast as he could. It was kind of cute to see how keen he was. When it was all done he explained to me that he wanted to take me somewhere that was special to him, somewhere he thought I would enjoy. He looked a little sheepish but I agreed. We walked through town (slowly I might add, I was basically round at this point) as he held my hand. Not many people can make me feel small but walking around holding this giant's hand was quite humbling. At this point I think my belly was bigger than his but he was still over half a foot taller than me. Being near him calmed my stomach too. It was like I was just pleasantly full when I was near him, not dangerously packed to bursting. We chatted a little bit but we mainly walked in silence, happy in each other's company.

We arrived at a sort of park on the edge of town. There were a few ruins we walked past but we ended up at the edge of what looked like a small cave. In any other setting I would have run a mile but he has been so tender with me I just felt super safe. In the moonlight, at the edge of the cave we stood looking into each other's eyes. He slowly leant in to kiss me and I let him. As he leant back I felt myself rooted to the spot again unable to move. He started walking backwards into the cave and as the dark consumed him he winked again and beckoned me to follow him. After a minute the effects of whatever it was wore off and I was able to slowly walk into the cave. After a few steps I discovered that it was lit all along by torches and it started to become more of a corridor. There was no sign of Aster but I carried on into the maze. As I walked I felt a little rumble in my stomach. I brushed it off as just digestion starting and kept going. After a few turns it saw a few petals in the ground. The massive softie had left me a trail to follow.

Eventually, I came across a small recess in the wall with a little table set into it and a candle. I sat down on one of the chairs and Aster emerged from out of the darkness with two heavy cloched plates. He sat down and put the plates in front of us. He pulled the cloches off to reveal a sizeable plate of oysters. I smiled and he smiled back. I found myself inexplicably hungry and went to take my first one, but he leant over and stopped me. He picked up a large oyster and lifted it to my lips. I smiled and opened my mouth and titled my head back. If I’m totally honest I’ve never eaten oysters before but I’d seen it in films. I knew I was supposed to swallow them whole so fortunately I didn’t make a tit of myself. I don’t know if you’ve had them before but I’m not gonna lie, they taste good but they are like swallowing snot! Being fed them was hot though! Knowing I had the full attention of this slab of man was really doing it for me! He fed me a few and then sat back and I did the same for him! Watching his heavy Adam's Apple bob up and down as he swallowed was a surprising new kink I discovered in that cave!

Suffice to say, it was like time worked differently in that cave. We’d only been there a few minutes and there were a fair few oysters on each of our plates. Maybe 3 dozen each? They didn’t really take long to eat but it felt like we were there for hours. I wasn’t counting the oysters but by the time we’d cleared the plates, my belly had advanced quite a way. Like way more than a few dozen oysters would have done. It was still tight and round but it was a lot bigger and heavier. It appeared that my tank top had ripped at the edges and so I just took it off. Even though we were underground it wasn’t cold so I was happy in just my jeans.

I looked at Aster and he had the biggest grin on his face. His own belly was beginning to blow out from our oyster binge. I could see even more of his substantial furry belly pushing out from his shirt. I wasn’t sure if he looked taller at that point? Everything about him was larger in some way and he was meatier and hairier too. (Yes every part of him was bigger. I won’t say more than that!) He was absentmindedly rubbing the underneath of his belly curve as he watched me readjust to my new bloated mass. His eyes were both kind and predatory at the same time. We stood there for a little while admiring one another until he winked and shimmered like Obi used to. With that he was gone and the chase was back on. I lumbered on further into the maze of tunnels, my swollen midsection slowing me down considerably. The path twisted and turned as I was led deeper in.

I couldn’t tell you how long it was until I found him. At first, I began to hear running water and so, for want of any other clues, I followed the noise. The walls of the maze were beginning to look less constructed by human hands and more cave-like, I guess? Stone bricks giving way to actual stone. I even thought I saw a few flashes of gemstones here and there but I was more interested in my next meal. Even though I must have eaten a week's worth of food so far, I was still inexplicably hungry. I don’t know if I can describe how it felt. My insides felt packed full. Like totally solid. There was very little give to my belly. And yet I knew I wanted more. Actually I needed more. The stretched feeling I have when I’m around these guys is something I’ve never experienced before.

Eventually, the water got louder and louder until I walked through a stone archway and found myself in a cavernous expanse. The sound of water turned out to be an underground waterfall, the water cascading down into a piercing blue lagoon. The ceiling was lit with some sort of glowing insects which were making a melodic rhythmic chirping sound. I searched around the expanse until I found him. He was sitting with his legs in the water next to a fire where he seemed to be grilling fish. It was the first time I’d seen his legs and they were indeed as you would imagine them to be. Covered in thick black hair. I couldn’t see his feet as they were in the water but I am guessing he didn’t have five toes at this point. It seemed that he was becoming more of his true self the closer we got to the centre. I made my way round and joined him sitting by the water. It was one of the most beautiful places I’d ever been. We sat there for a few moments in silence. Enjoying the beauty. I realised after a while that he was holding my hand. He turned his attention to the fire and pulled out a perfectly grilled fish which he placed next to himself and he began to break off pieces of the succulent meat and began feeding it to me. The fish melted in my mouth. It was so succulent and tender. I ate the whole thing quickly and he brought a second fish over and put his hands back on the floor as a signal for me to feed him. I obliged, tenderly placing it into his mouth. We did this for a while until all the fish he was cooking had gone. He leant forward and I thought he was going to kiss me again but instead he plunged his hand into the water and pulled out more fish. I’m no expert but I know one of them was a Salmon, and a pretty big one at that. And I think there was a rainbow trout and something else sort of blue? We carried on eating and cooking and eating and cooking for hours. The time weirdness means I have no idea how long we were there or how many I ate at this point, but looking at the both of us we were both much bigger. I don’t know if it’s part of the atmosphere or I genuinely ate that much but there it was. My own belly was enormous. Way bigger than I had been in the diner. His gut was spectacular. Round and hairy and now totally free from his shirt. Bear in mind he was nearly 8 feet at this point.

He reached over and tenderly began to massage my own swollen stomach. His hands, surprisingly gentle, but firm. I closed my eyes and relaxed and basically let him do what he wanted to me. All of my senses seemed to be heightened, every little touch was like a wave of ecstasy flowing across my skin. His smell was heady, strong and potent and filling my nostrils. Eventually, I realised he’d gone but I stayed there for a little while longer. Partly because it was so beautiful but also partly because I could hardly move.

I pulled myself to my feet, hauling my cantilevered belly up. It was still self supporting and jutting straight out from me into the air. I wished there was a mirror somewhere so I could have seen it properly. I saw an opening in the wall near the waterfall so I followed it through into a darker and more narrow part of the maze. The walls were closer than before and there were a few parts where I was worried I might not get through with my newly ballooned gut. After a while I started to smell the aromatic smell of cooking pork which made me instantly hungry again. I followed the smell and found three doors with a riddle written above it. I can’t remember the riddle but it was something about liars and guessing the way. You can probably guess that I’m not the smartest guy, I’m not dumb, but when it comes to stuff like riddles I’m out. My belly was rumbling loud at this point too so I was distracted. I decided to just listen at each of the doors. Door one I could hear a whistling noise which I reckoned was some sort of drop. Door two was a distinct growling snore. Although Aster was super stuffed I was pretty sure it wasn’t him asleep, and having met some of these guys I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a cute teddy bear behind there! I approached door three and had a listen. I could just about hear a sizzling sound and with the smell of pork I couldn’t handle it so I threw the door open. I wasn’t disappointed!

The room was a small stone cell with a fire pit sunk in the bottom. On top of it was a decently sized pig on a spit. I couldn’t see Aster so I stepped in gingerly. The door closed behind me and as I turned it dissolved into the wall. There was no way out. I stepped into the room and looked into the shadows at the edges. And there he was, taller than ever. As he stepped out into the light of the fire I could see he’d changed more. The first thing I noticed were the horns that had now sprouted from the top of his head. They weren’t massive but they were slightly curved and protruding from his thicker hair. The hair wasn’t just thicker on his head either. He’d now taken off his shirt and I could see the extent of it. He was pretty much covered in thick black hair all over his arms and sides. Virtually the only skin visible was across his bloated sphere of a belly. And that had a decent covering all along the bottom of the curve stretching up to a thick happy trail that snaked up to his hairy pierced pecs. The thick gold chain connects to his medallion.

He spoke with a deep gravelly voice that I could literally feel in my feet. He told me under no circumstances was there to be any pork left before we left this place. Under any other situation I would have laughed. The pig had to be 200 lbs of meat. That would literally have taken any normal person a few weeks to eat. But here, with him, I knew right there that we would do it. I was apprehensive to think about how much my stomach would distend after that but I knew that whatever this place was it would be ok. I walked up to him and put my hands firmly on the sides of his thick belly and looked up. He looked down at me and bent his head to kiss me on the lips again. I smiled and sighed with contentment. Something special was about to happen.

He pulled back and handed me a sharp knife, and took out one of his own and cut a slab of meat. The juices were rubbing down his arm. He pulled off the crackling and greedily began to eat it, crunching and swallowing it down. He offered me the meat and I eagerly opened my mouth to receive it. It tasted even better than it smelt and within minutes the whole slab had disappeared into me. We continued to feed one another the pork for a while, taking it in turns to slice off large chunks of flesh and sharing the delicious meat. We were soon covered in the stuff, our bellies continuing their rapid expansions. As we progressed, instead of slowing down we began to speed up. We even abandoned the knives and took to simply ripping off our next portions and guzzling down our haul. He fed me and I fed him and we ate ourselves. The boundaries of reality slipped away as we gorged on the meal together. (Yes I know that sounded a bit twatty but that’s how it felt. How many pigs have you shared with a fucking Minotaur?)

We didn’t take any breaks in our gluttony, the pig simply ended up inside both of us. I’d guess Aster ate more, simply because he is a good few feet taller than me but I didn’t notice him actually eating more. By the time the pig was reduced to bones we were both insanely swollen. My own gut was packed so big I couldn’t see anything else when I looked down. The skin tightly stretched over the vast quality of food it held inside itself. If I thought for a second about how much food I contained I’m not sure my brain could handle it. I looked like someone had slipped an air compressor up my arse and turned it on for a good half an hour. Physics had to be different in there because there was no way I’d have been able to stand up without some supernatural help. Looking at Aster, he was the same. Comically swollen, his huge abdomen surrounded by a sea of hair. The only difference between us is that you could still see some of his muscle definition. The power and strength he contained was tangible when you looked at his animal-like frame.

Covered in grease and bits of food we sat back admiring each other's new size. I wanna keep the story a touch modest, but he was clearly aroused by our efforts. I won’t go into details because I never kiss and tell, but fuck me he was a big boy! I’m glad there was magic in the site because after what we did next I could have ended up in hospital!

After we had, erm, cuddled, we lay back with our heads next to one another. Our engorged stomachs stuck high into the air, solid and packed with food, unyielding in their size and volume. We stayed for a period of time and chatted about our lives. Aster clearly wasn’t wanting this to be a one off encounter. He was surprisingly affectionate and romantic for a half man half bull. He wanted to know all about me and my life and what my plans for the future were. It was such a tender moment I could have stayed there forever but Aster had one more plan up his sleeve. He pulled himself up easily and offered me a hand to help me up. I just about managed to get to my feet, helped by his superhuman strength I assume! Kissing me again he led me by the hand into the shadows where we found a new door. Fortunately, it was a double door as neither of us would have fit through anything smaller at this stage. We walked into a vast cavernous space. I didn’t think it was possible but it was even more beautiful than the underwater lagoon where we ate the fish. The glowing insects were back and this time other glowing creatures joined them. Small colourful lizards darted from rock to rock making patterns in the water that filled half the floor. Several smaller waterfalls fed this one, each framed by cascades of glowing plants with brightly shining flowers falling down. Alongside the water was a long banqueting table covered with food. There were golden bowls and plates full of oversized fruits and bread. Huge slabs of roasted meats and wheels of cheese. At the end there appeared a large ornately decorated cornucopia which seemed to be the source of the food. Aster led me to the table and sat us both down in large oversized thrones. We’d made it to the centre of the labyrinth!

As we sat down, our swollen bellies resting on our legs I realised he had plans to carry on eating. Whatever magic was present meant I definitely felt hungry but there was no way I could physically move to get the food. I was practically pinned down underneath the sheer ridiculous size of my own belly. I was about to say this to Aster when I heard something move in the water. I looked across to see six men emerge from the water. I say men, we both know they weren’t that. If I had to guess I would say they were some sort of water nymphs? They had a pale bluey green tinge to their skin which had a faint shimmer to it as well. They were lithe and incredibly beautiful, their muscles and sinews visible underneath their skin. Their tight shorts left very little to the imagination and their eyes looked as hungry as I felt. They were here to feed us.

I don’t know whether we were there for a few days or weeks or months. The food from the cornucopia kept coming and we kept eating. Non stop gorging, all enabled by the blue dudes. Their dexterous long fingers feeding us food and massaging our swelling bellies. We both ended up the size of trucks, our inhumanly swollen bellies stretching way past what was physically or morally possible.

At some point we were done and we were pushed or rolled to the edge of the water. I slipped in and sank heavily to the bottom. Whether I was magically able to breathe underwater or whether I somehow didn’t need to breathe, I’m not sure, but Aster and I were able to move freely under the water. We swam for a while through caverns and caves, snaking away from the maze. When we surfaced we found ourselves on a small island just off the coast of the town. Away from the magical influence of the labyrinth, Aster was back to his more human form and his belly was vastly reduced but still clearly swollen. I was the same, my belly was huge, but it at least was obeying the laws of physics. Again, I don’t want to make the story any more r-rated than it needs to be so let’s say we spent some time with each other there. We needed some time to digest and recover as well.

Friends, I don’t know whether what happened was a dream or some sort of vision, but I do know I’ve gained 50lbs in a few days. I have a very definite and prominent ball belly now, which I’m not unhappy about. I also have a new boyfriend. Unlike Obi, Aster was happy to stick around, so I do know that something happened. I don’t really want to ask too many questions from Aster because I don’t really mind if it was real or not. I know he’s here and I know we ate a shit ton of food and I know he’s not going anywhere

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mxtantrights · 18 days

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Bounded by blood and shadow (23)

azriel x magic!fem!reader

You take him in from the distance. You just finished helping Semaj’s mom with the dishes. Of course Azriel and Semaj escaped dish duty because they had better things to do. Flying. Azriel takes Semaj for a flight around the village most days. Today is no different. Well, today is no different for them. It’s different for you because of the very important need to try something.

It’s been days of lingering touches and longing stares. But the two of you have not kissed. You’ve talked about your feelings at length with each other. About how uncertain almost everything in the world is , but you two are each other’s constants.

But you haven’t kissed. Yet.

“You poor thing.”

You turn around from your place in the backyard. There in the archway of their family home is Semaj’s mother. She used to work in the palace, when you were little. She left as you grew into an adult and Cyril had to promise you that she wouldn’t be far from you. And he did his best, the house is one of the few at the very beginning of the village. But you grew fond of her in the short amount of time.

“What are you talking about?” You ask.

“You look like you’re just about ready to throw yourself off a cliff if he isn’t near you for longer than ten minutes.” She answers.

You chuckle, “Well, I don’t know—I didn’t expect this. I didn’t expect him.” “Love is hardly something you can expect.”

“You told him about Madrugada.” You say.

She smiles, “And by the way you two act I’m guess you felt it.”

You nod your head.

“Take your time. Being in love is a great experience between those who share it.” She says carefully.

“If Cyril were alive he would ask if I was thinking of baby names already.” You joke.

She laughs at that, “Cyril was a love sick fool at best. He would have wanted to see you like this.”

“I’m happy.” “I can see it. We all can.”

Azriel shrugs off his leathers and throws them onto the corner chair of the room. You watch as he toes off his shoes and walks to the bathroom. Trying very hard to be respectful you just continue to read over the scroll in your hands. You’re trying to find out which—yeah you stopped thinking about it as soon as he walked into the room. Can’t even remember what it is you’re supposed to be doing right now.

He comes out of the bathroom, his hair bit wet and a towel around his neck. There is no way he just took a shower so quickly.

“I need your help with something.” He says.

You perk up a bit, “As the empress or your wife?”

He looks at you with a dashing smile. He saunters over to where you are on the bed. He takes the scroll out of your hand and takes your hand into his. With that he’s pulling you off the bed and walking you over to the bathroom. Your mind starts to race with all the possibilities. And nerves. You haven’t even kissed yet.

“I’m a bit dirty and could use your help.” He speaks.

You pass him an incredulous look.

“You want me to…wash you?”

He chuckles, “Turn around.”

You do as your told. Which is weird now that you think about it. If Cyril could see you now. If Cyril knew all he had to do was get Azriel to ask you to do something, you would have met the shadow singer years ago. Huh. The two of them would probably get along too.

At the sound of him clearing his throat you turn back around. He’s in the tub. His back and his wings are facing you. He’s in the tub. He’s not wearing clothes, because his undershirt and pants are in a puddle on the floor. He’s not wearing clothes. He’s sitting in the tub, he wants you to wash him.

“There are certain places I can’t reach.” He explains.

His wings twitch at the answer.

“Oh, I can help with that. Just tell me what to do.” You answer. Then you’re moving. You sit on the floor, your dress gathering into a mess. And you reach for the sponge. Before you can reach, Azriel takes it and dunks it into the water. He then lathers it in soap and passes it back to you. You take it without another word.

Just as you’re about to start, you stop. How do you wash wings? It’s not like you’ve done it before. And you haven’t see him do it himself. You gather it’s probably hard to do it alone.

“You’ll have to be gentle. My wings are sensitive. Start towards the middle.” He says.

You nods your head, “This isn’t going to hurt you, right?”

Azriel shakes his head.

You slowly place the sponge on the middle part of his left wing. Softly you rub on the soap.

“Okay you can go a little higher.” He says, his voice a few notches softer than before.

You follow his instruction and start to suds up the upper part of his wings. You notice that he told you higher and not the top. You think to yourself maybe he doesn’t need to wash those parts. You reach over and repeat the same step on the right wing.

“Do I—the top part. Can I do that?” You ask.

Azriel looks over his shoulder at you, “Yes, but those parts are the most sensitive.”

“Like I should use my hands?” You ask him.

Azriel gets this look on his face. You’ve seen it before. Nervous. He’s nervous. Why would he be nervous when he’s the one that asked you to wash his wings? Maybe there’s something else you don’t know here.

“You’re the first.” He says.

It catches you off guard. His words aren’t an answer to your previous question. So at first you don’t quite understand them. Until you sit with it for another moment. You’re the first. You’re the first person to wash his wings. You can’t believe how nonchalant he was in asking you to do this before.

“I just wanted you to know. I didn’t want it to be weird. It’s something intimate.” He explains bit more.

“As intimate as drinking someone’s blood?” You question him rhetorically.

He faces forward again. “I trust you.”

You take in a deep breath. You decide in the moment that you’ll use your hands to wash the top of his wings. Silently you lather your hands in the suds. And you place the sponge on the rim of the tub. As soon as your finger makes contact with him, you see him physically shiver. You want to stop. You want to ask him if you’ve hurt him. You should ask him if he’s okay.

“Did I do something wrong?” You blurt out.

“No, it’s just sensitive. Like an itch. Kind of.” He not so clearly sums it up.

“Show me.” You say.

“What?” He asks.

Azriel turns around in the tub. And you make sure to keep your eyes up. Not that you would see anything. The tub is murky with soap. But for his sake you keep your eyes on his face.

“Show me how it feels.” You say again.

Azriel looks at you for a moment. Then he holds out his wet hand. You place your hand in his. But he pulls your arm out fully. Then he takes his other hand and runs his finger from the middle of your arm down to your palm. It elicits a bit of a shiver from you. But you don’t find it harmful or uncomfortable. In fact you wish he would do it again.

“Like that.” He whispers.

You lean forward, personal space cut into shreds. “That does feel very intimate.”

He hums in approval. He leans in closer to you now. His forehead just a few spaces shy of brushing yours.

“Should I, should we, be doing this when we haven’t even kissed yet?” You ask him in a hushed tone.

“Do you want to kiss me, blood bender?”

“I’ve been trying not to show it.”

“You did a very good job.”

“Really?”

He nods, “If only I didn’t have heighten sense of smell.”

Your eyes go wide at that. You watch as a smile grows wide on his lips. He’s loving this. He’s eating this up. How far the two of you have come from where you started. Granted it’s not like you hated the male. But you feel so guilty for that. And the way that he still has a hold on your arm too.

You shut your eyes, “That’s a lot to take in.”

“I like it. Would you like to kiss me now?”

You shake your head, “You’re being a menace.”

“Let make it up to you.” He says.

You feel him let go of your arm first. Then you feel his damp hand come up to cup the side of your face. You don’t flinch or shy away from his touch. Instead you lean into it a bit. All of a sudden you feel something else.

His breath. It’s fanning across your face. He’s that close. You can’t help the small smile that breaks out on your face.

“I’m trying to kiss you woman, stop smiling.” He jokes.

“I can’t.”

“I’ll have to kiss you senseless then.”

You let out a squeal. The noise echoes in the bathroom. But you don’t move away.

His lips brush against yours for the slightest of moments. And then again. And again. Until you can’t take his teasing and you’re crashing onto him. He accepts it like he was waiting for you to do it. His mouth opens just a bit and so does yours. His hand that is on the side of your face moves to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer.

It’s like nothing you could ever expect and everything you’ve come to want. It’s warm and gentle. It’s passionate and still appropriate. Or as appropriate as it can get with him being naked and you being on the floor. It’s the feeling of Madrugada. It’s everything.

#acotar x reader #acotar imagine #acotar fic #actoar #azriel x reader #azriel imagine #azriel fic #blood and shadow

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digital-star-boy · 11 months

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Aaravos nsfw alphabet ☆

Minors, don't interact ☆

nsfw below ☆

(please tell me of any grammar mistakes)

A=Aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

Let's just imagine he's out of the mirror for a sec. After sex he holds you tight whispering sweet praise in your ear. If you want he'll offer you to join him in the bath. I feel like he doesn't like feeling dirty so he always takes a bath right after or in the morning if he's to tired.

B=Body (what's their favorite body part on them and you?)

His favorite on himself is probably his hands or chest. His hands are unique to you(if your human) and they're good and pleasuring you(plus magic) his chest on the hand he just shows it off all the time. Have you seen his titty window?

C=Cum (what is it like and where?)

His cum is white but a little see through. Has glitter in it. It's pretty thick but still a little watery. Cums and average amount. He likes to cum inside or right on your area 👍 he doesn't like a mess makes him feel dirty and not in a good way. If you don't want him cumming there then he'll cum on your thighs or on your tongue (he wouldn't mind cumming on your face though 👀)

D=Dirty Secrete (something they won't tell you)

He has watched you through the mirror when you couldn't see him and touched himself. Putting his face against the glass as his breath fogs it. Slowly rubbing himself as you walk around doing your thing.

E=Experience (how much experience do they have?)

Oh boy this man got LAID all the time before his imprisonment. He knows what he is doing and he will make sure you know.

F=Favorite Position (self explanatory)

Since he hasn't touched anyone in a few hundred years he likes close and intimate positions. Likes missionary, mating press, or you in his lap bouncing on his cock as his hands are on your hips and your hands around his shoulders.

G=Goofy (how serious are they?)

Man is silly out of bed but more serious in bed. He likes being close to you and showing how much he loves you but if you want him to keep his silly personality in bed he will tease to no end.

H=Hair (hair down there)

Isn't to long but it's not short. It's white and curly down there. He keeps it well groomed, he didn't spend all that time in the mirror lazing around he was giving himself some nice self care

I=Intimacy (how intimate are they?)

Absolutely 10/10 he will make you feel wanted and loved. Only degrades you if you want him to but he lives for praise.

J=Jack off (do they masturbate?)

After imprisonment he did it quite often without no one else to help but after a hundred years he kinda stopped and only does it when he's really hard. Reason he stopped is because it was getting so hard to give himself an organism because of how often he did it so he stopped but when you came in and he did it again he came so fast he was honestly quite embarrassed.

K=kinks (what kinks do they have?)

Mutual masturbation is a big one. With him in the mirror and all he can't touch you so when you sit in front of the mirror and touch yourself all for him he can't help but touch himself as well

Sensory play. He loves using magic to make his hands either really fucking hot or ice fucking cold. Also likes wax play

Overstimulating. He loves it both ways, you under him begging for him to stop or him under you begging for more. He loves the feeling of someone's touch. He's extremely touch.

L=Location (where do they like having sex?)

Either in a private room with the mirror so you guys can touch yourselves, in your's or his bedroom, or in his study(either on his chair or bent over his desk(also might be a little turned on if Viren walks in as he fucks you))

M=Motivation (what turns them on?)

Just you in general. Hasn't had sex in a few centuries so he wants some action fast as possible. He likes when you guide his hands to you and take the first step. Makes him feel like it isn't a dream and he's really touching you.

N=Nope (what will they not do?)

Doesn't like hurting you. Maybe a few light spanks but that's it. Also food play he finds it to messy, why would he eat off of you when he can just eat you out?

O=Oral (giving or receiving?)

Likes them both but prefers receiving. Like I said he LOVES it when you touch him. But he is still really good with his tongue, makes you cum within minutes.

P=Pace (how fast or slow)

Always starts slow he likes to drag it out but after a minute or two he can't help but pound your hole into oblivion. Loves fucking you silly!(grab his horns it will make him faster.)

Q=Quicky (thoughts on them?)

He's not really against it but he prefers really long sex and likes to take his time. But he's not gonna say no, loves it when you suck his dick.

R=Risk (do they try new things?)

Most definitely. He hasn't had sex in a few hundred years so things have changed and new things have been discovered. Wants to try them all with you as long as it isn't too messy.

S=Stamina (how long can they go?)

Has a lot of stamina but wants to save it so he can clean you and him up so only goes 2-3 rounds. If he wanted he could go 5-7 times but he would be exhausted afterwards.

T=toys (do they use them?)

He doesn't have any but if you do he would want to try them out. Prefers your touch on him but using a vibrator or dildo on you sets something off in him. See's it more as competition rather than teammates

U=Unfair (how bad is their teasing?)

Likes long foreplay and sometimes he can't help but edge and tease you. Foreplay can last 5-20 minutes or even longer depending on his mood.

V=Volume (how loud are they?)

Man has pornstar moans but he usually grunts and growls. More of a breather than a moaner. He'll get louder the closer he gets.

W=Wildcard (random headcanons)

He has written and drawn porn of you. If you ever look through his desk and find his sketchbook it's all drawings off you with short paragraphs of smut. (There's more than one book)

X=X-ray (how big that dick?)

Around 6.8 inches when he's soft and 7.5 when hard. Uncut and a dark pink tip with a blue-purple shaft with stars. Pretty straight and thicker at the base.

Y=Yearning (sex drive)

Pretty high but can control himself. If you ask to have sex he's automatically in the mood. Y'all have sex 2-3 times a week.

Z=Zzz (how fast do they go to sleep?)

Usually takes a bath weither you join him or not is up to you. If he's to tired he tries to go to sleep asap so he can bathe in the morning.

#aaravos #the dragon prince #aaravos x reader #alphabet #x reader #aaravos headcanons

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anxious-art-block · 7 months

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LU Headcanons Part 5: THE TWIDDIES ARE BACK

Warriors’s Hylian is based on Icelandic

Four’s Hylian is based on Russian

Rich City Boy Wars ✨

“Boys have attitude, men have class.” “Many have an idea of me, but few seldom get the picture.” “Elegance is a beauty that never fades~!" “Oh? Why for?” “Hmph, cheeky!” “If you’re going to talk nonsense, I have better things to do.” “So he slipped the hook?” “What a ghastly prospect!” “Such good luck!”

Wheelchair user Four!

I know it’s like magic and all, but I refuse to believe that given the amount of stretching and compressing he did in Minish Cap, there’s no permanent effect on his muscular or nervous system

Like c’mon! He was literally squishing and stretching out his spinal cord basically on the regular

That’s gotta have SOME side effects

So I like to imagine that it led to nerve damage in his spinal cord! He can stand and walk a little bit (ex: standing to grab something off a shelf), but can often only do so for short periods of time and it can leave him really out of breath or overheated with his lower back and neck hurting afterward. On good days, however, when he feels he doesn’t need the wheelchair, he has a pair of wooden forearm crutches or a wooden cane he can use

All of these are painted and designed with rainbows in mind for the colors

And all of which he designed himself!

He will in fact spin around and gut-punch someone who moves his chair or pushes him without permission

Good for him

Given and Family names in their Hylians!! PLEASE CORRECT ME IF ANY MEANINGS OR SPELLINGS BEHIND THE NAMES ARE INCORRECT!! GOOGLE IS ONLY SO HELPFUL

Sky: Do Joo-Won (Meaning ‘Path’ and ‘First’ or ‘Origin’) Four: Nikolai Mikhailovich Belyayev (Meaning ‘People of Victory’ and ‘White’ or ‘Blond’) Time: Link Ó Cearbhaill (Meaning ‘Valorous in Battle’) Twilight: Xǔ lián jié (Meaning ‘Brilliant, Rising Sun’ and ‘To Link or Bind) Legend: Link O'Tuathaigh (Meaning ‘Descendant of the Chief) Hyrule: Boriboon “Link” [No family name given] (Meaning ‘Complete’ or ‘Whole’) Wind: Olioli (Meaning ‘Joyful’) Warriors: Link Björnsson (Meaning ‘Son of Bear’) Wild: Moriyama Yua (Meaning 'Forest Mountain' or 'Protecting Mountain' and ‘To Connect or Tie’)

I tried to find names that directly translate to 'Link' in English, but Twi was really the only one I could find, so I went with names in relation to their character or the games! (ex: Hyrule's means whole for the fact that he has the whole triforce)

Skinship and physical affection are very common amongst the Chain, it may not be common with the Links in their own Hyrule’s, but there’s a very special type of bond amongst these nine, and it feels almost natural for them to express that in physical touch. There will be a lot of arm-around-shoulder, sometimes hand-holding, leaning on someone, general cuddling, and when needed can go as far as forehead, temple, or cheek kisses and hugs are a big thing <3

When they get to Skyloft for the first time, it's revealed that Sky has been planning on proposing to Sun for months now, but never got to finish planning as that's when the journey with the chain started. When the gang finds out they endlessly tease him about it and how he has no idea how he's going to until at one point he runs towards them, hair a mess and breathing like he ran a mile, with nothing but a desperate look on his face and a "Help me!"

Warriors, ever the romantic, jumps at the chance to help and thinks up millions of ways to propose

He, Sky, Legend, and Time spent probably about 2 days planning different ways to propose to Sun ranging from a picnic, to doing it in writing, to in front of the goddess statue, etc. and they eventually came up with the plan that Sky was going to take her on a long ride on his loft wing, then bring her to the Isle of Song and propose

Well

It would’ve gone as planned if Sky had actually gone through with it

On the ride around Skyloft, just as sunset was hitting, he turned around to look at her and was in awe at how she looked

Her golden hair nearly glowing when the orange and pink hues of the sky hit the crown of her head, a bright toothy smile on her face while the wind blew towards her, her hands tightening around his waist just a bit. He stars for a moment, then blurts out

“Marry Me.”

He turns her around and stalls his loftwing, and just holds her hands and tells her how much he loves her and eventually pulls out the ring he asked Four to make, and then they smooch <3

They get back to Skyloft and they both go running to the Chain and the other Knights while squealing (With some knights handing money to each other)

That’s all I got lol so moving on!

Legend considers himself a bit of a linguist, he speaks a total of 5 languages (Labrynnan, Holoese, Subrosian, Lolian, and a professional level of Ancient Hylian) after he got the Book of Mudora he took an interest in studying linguistics for not only the places he’s been but then also just other countries and areas he’s never been too or have heard stories of

Most of the Chain speak a bit of other languages (Twilight speaking some Twili, Four with Minish, etc.) he simply holds a record for the amount of languages spoken and the knowledge he holds on foreign languages altogether

He uses the Hytopian spelling for a lot of Hylian words (ala British English to American English)

He speaks a lot of Lolian with Ravio since that’s his mother tongue and while he’s fluent in Hylian, Legend knows he prefers speaking in Lolian and they use that at home more than anything

Oh yeah

Lolian is based on French

Until we meet again *goblin noises*

#linked universe #lu #linked universe headcanons #lu wild #lu warriors #lu time #lu twilight #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu sky #lu wind #lu four #lu incorrect quotes

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omgsuperstarg · 11 months

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Its Hair Day

Couple: Toto Wolff X Black!Reader

Summary: It's that particular time when the reader gives some TLC to herself and her hair. Toto working from home observes one of his love's many rituals in terms of self-care and he even assists.

As a young Caribbean woman, haircare is paramount, and I'm glad I get to share this in my writing. Hope you enjoy it!!!

Hair day is a long process. The amount of time and energy it takes to keep your hair flawless is a task in itself, but it's always worth it because Toto loves to see the unique art you transform your hair into. So here you are in your shared room at 9am in front of the mirror scissors in hand ready to be out with the old! So the process began by cutting your braids 75% length and then losing the rest. Usually, when you do this ritual, Toto would usually find your hair already prepped and wrapped under a nightcap to keep its softness. He always liked to see you with it on because he lived for the bright colours and styles it came with. He knew that your hair was quite important to you and in the short time you've both been together he came to embrace your unique beauty and how you showed it off.

So here you are in the bathroom with light lo-fi music blasting softly from your speakers so as not to disturb your hardworking love, he then appears in your vision thanks to the mirror reflecting him.

"Hey, did you have a good meeting?", you inquire and noting his slightly messy hair and face being spectacle free. "Yes, it went well and I can see you're quite busy yourself", he responds while walking towards your person.

"Did you choose your newest style?", he ponders as he comes to sit next to you. You proceed to show him a picture that you discovered on Pinterest which so happened to bestow you all the best inspiration.

"This would look wonderous on you, and it'll be perfect for the next race weekend", he professes while looking into your chocolate brown eyes.

"Oh, lova, can you drop me off at the salon before heading to Brackley?", you ask him

"Sure but for now, let me assist you in washing your hair", he says while wiggling his fingers playfully going in to tickle.

"Ahhhh Toto, stap!!!!!! This is soo unfair", your laughter ringing through the bathroom,

"I love you, mein Singvogel", the lovable giant professes before bestowing a light kiss on your forehead. Ever since he has heard you singing around the house, he has deemed you his songbird and that nickname always makes you weak in the knees.

So escorting you to the bathroom and sitting you on the tub's edge, he takes the hose and proceeds to drench your hair, his fingers very comforting just as he does on your ebony skin. Gentle yet protective, after that, you add your shampoo and you both scrub together. Taking some of the green apple-smelling suds and swiping some on his face, his hearty laugh filled the room and your soul. By lunchtime, your hair is fully washed and steamed and what was left was to plait them in.

"This is the first time you're actually home to see the entire process when it comes to doing my hair. Most times you would be working and when you arrive home, my haircare would be completed", you speak as you sit opposite him on the kitchen island.

"I always thought what you do with your hair is magical and the versatility of it. Your hair is powerful just as is the rest of you. Resilant, creative, an amazing cook, intelligent and diligent in your work.", Toto professes and by the time the silence comes, you're just in awe.

Getting into a relationship with Toto always had its critics from not matching his level in terms of career to the colour of your skin. The vitriol that was hurled at you always tore at you like razor cuts. You've always felt that you weren't good enough for a man of stature such as him, Toto was larger than life and you were just ordinary but in the time you've been with him, he saw you as equal. Valued your sense of independence. Your input mattered to him, willing to learn and appreciate his strengths and flaws and observe him in his element as well as encourage you in your endeavours and for that, you'll always be grateful.

The next day.....

After Toto dropped you off, it was time to transform your hair. So after about three hours and two seasons of 'The Umbrella Academy' on Netflix later, your hair was finally done and you felt even more beautiful. A new style was so needed and you knew that Toto would love it. In his rush, he forgot his lunch and you decided to drop it off for him and have him see your new hair.

After your arrival at Brackley HQ and with permission from reception, you were allowed to see him but before doing so you texted him to let him know you were coming and notify yourself if he was in a meeting so you would be disrespectful by barging in unannounced. In a swift reply, it was all clear and by knocking on his door and hearing his baritone voice you poked your head through.

"Hello darling, I bought lunch that you forgot when you rushed out of the house", you say slowly walking into his office.

"Thank you Liebling and you look gorgeous.", he says while gently turning your whole body in his arms to view your full visage.

"Im glad you love it, I adore it as well", you said as you gave your love a huge hug and a loving kiss.

#f1 #toto wolff #mercedes f1 #mercedes amg petronas #Toto wolff x black!reader #toto wolff fic #toto wolff x poc!reader #F1 x POC!reader

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mutatiio · 3 months

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— BASICS.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE? tall | 6'3

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ? honestly, he would love to be even taller.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE? blond, short. typically slicked back. he likes it out of his way.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING? a decent amount of time. nothing crazy as it's not the most difficult look. but he does like looking at himself so he might slow down just to do that.

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ? yes. he needs to look well put together as the leader face of crimson dawn. but he wants it to look effortless. like he's just naturally perfect.

— PREFERENCES.

▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS? indoors. man quite literally lives on his ship in the middle of space.

▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE? he recalls enjoying sunshine. hates rain.

▸ FOREST OR BEACH? beach. much more suited for the type of lazy cat lounging he'd like to partake in.

▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS? both. give them to him.

▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES? perfumes. nothing too overpowering.

▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE? appearance. if you don't look good and well put together then he simply has no interest. the only reason he'll entertain someone who looks a mess is purely for his own entertainment.

▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD? crowds.

▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY? order so long as he controls it.

▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES? painful truths. so long as they're not painful for him.

▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC? science.

▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT? conflict is far more entertaining. but he prefers peace if it's to do with his very small circle.

▸ NIGHT OR DAY? night.

▸ DUSK OR DAWN? dusk.

▸ WARMTH OR COLD ? cold.

▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS? many acquaintances.

▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME? playing a game.

— QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS? wearing stupidly stylish clothes when he's supposed to be training and getting upset when they're ruined. gossiping. lying. excessive drinking. being shocked that he gets betrayed despite constantly giving people reasons to betray him.

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM? eh- no. he lost his family, but he was not close to them and he did kill them. he was happy about it. they weren't the kindest bunch of people. and it affected him wonderfully because he got to take over the family business.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS? planning to kill his family. killing his family.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL? absolutely. he loves it.

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN? anger. a lot of anger. but it conceals how upset he is.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE? it takes a lot, but he can do it. he trusts aemon, his bodyguard. and he trusted qi'ra in a very,,, skeptical way.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE? distant. likes being in control of things so if he senses he's losing control of his emotions then he'll take a step back. he doesn't trust easily, but he is a romantic at heart. so he's distant at times but he's also stupidly loving.

tagged by: @of-naboo ( thank you, friend <3 ) tagging: @alootus / @jeditrash / @inarretable / @misfittcd ( qui-gon?? ) / @debelltio / @mayxthexforce ( talon or han?? ) / @spcre-sith / @rottingkiss ( luci <3 )

#⸢ dash game ⤑ dryden ⸥ i never ask twice.#my girlfriend would hate me.#so sad.

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sadcloudclub · 4 months

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LOC’d in

Braids, Relaxers, Texturizers, Twists, Silk Press

I’ve had them alllllllll. Black hair is truly an art. But it’s also a struggle, a very vulnerable struggle.

Growing up I would rotate between braids with beads and the rendezvous with the hot comb. And that hot comb was the worst when it tapped your ear. I hated my hair growing up, one time I took scissors and cut off the entire left side of my hair. Chop chop. My hair was doing a lot and none of it was what I wanted. I wanted long straight hair. I had short coils suffocated by endless bouts of frizz. In elementary school, I started wearing relaxers and though, it got me closer to my lusciously straight locks, it tore the hell out of my hair’s health.

I remember in fourth grade after getting my hair done, I would reach up and feel what felt like a thin crunchy cracker over 70% of my head. And me being a kid, I would pick at it. And pick, and pick, and pick. I didn’t know until middle school that these were scabs because my scalp was nonexistent at this point. Relaxers would burn and my hair dresser would out a little shampoo to calm it down. That magic shampoo was the solution to anything the relaxer touched. My hair schedule went: relaxer every 5 weeks, in between I get a wash and straighten. Wrap my hair at night and spraying this fantasy smelling mist oil to refresh my hair in the morning. When i brushed my hair, it sounded like I was brushing one of my doll’s heads.

It was frustrating because I wanted my long straight hair, but there’s no way I would achieve that with the amount of damage on my hair. I would take a few months off and get braids, which I enjoyed after the tension loosened on my head. Sleeping was awful if the braids were too tight. Painkillers and soft pillows were sweeter than lifesavers.

High school, I decided I needed a drastic change. So I chopped my hair off (though not much of it) into a pixie cut. Won’t lie, it was pretty dope. I liked it and even without relaxing it, I finally saw a style I liked that was easy, too. And for once in my life- my hair started growing. Sprouting like a weed. I was completely natural and had a thick head of hair. More hair means more work and I did not like work, ha ha. Braids were a constant for me, again, despite the pain. I bleached my hair blonde and I loved it so much but my hair dried up like the desert. It was breaking off again and I didn’t know how to care for it. Natural hair seemed like so much effort- LOC method, twist it, pineapple at night, Bantu knots, etc. I couldn’t find anything that kept my hair moisturized. I couldn’t find a style that would ease my freaking mind.

Until… I met this guy at my retail job and his hair was loc’d down his back. I thought it was the coolest thing ever. And if you’ve yet to know me- Hi, my name is T and I am known for being extremely impulsive. Within a few weeks, I started my locs and they were cute. Cute little twists bunching on my head and swinging by my chin. Didn’t last long though.

I kept with the style and sure enough, after a year my hair was thriving. So much that I decided to dye my head blue. Loved that, especially since it left remnants of blonde which now cover my ends. Feeling so cool with that! And my hair didn’t dry out either, it just said Oh okay, we’re blue now. Best part is, I don’t do much with my hair. My list of products went from a full cabinet and drawers to a single shelf. And most products are normal things I use to cook/clean with like ACV and coconut oil.

My hair has never been longer, going from chin length at the start to now mid back. I’ve been in this game for over 5 years now. It was not an easy game, if I’m being honest. Locking my hair was not something I had seen possible, until I did. I was the only one out of my friends, and my self esteem was already tattered. I’ve encountered the jokes about me being a pothead or if I actually wash my hair of course. But the beauty I found within will always outweigh that. My perception of self eliminated all the ignorance.

I’m a grown adult now, fuck. And I fucking love my hair, I think it’s the coolest shit I’ve ever seen. All I want to do is take good care of it and honor my crown. It took a lot to get here- went through hell and back, a few times (I’m a cycler).

Every tear, every scab, every ounce of pain was worth it.

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venusimi · 1 year

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Love from a thousand years ago : PT. 2

SUMMARY: Leviathan falls in love with a mermaid, and yet when he finally finds peace... It's been taken from him.

PAIRINGS: Leviathan x GN!MC

FEATURING: The brothers, side characters

TAGS: Reincarnation, major(?) character death, past character death, major character injuries, and slight ooc

CHAPTERS <<<<

"Mc, are you sure he's not a demon? His name is oddly similar to someone I know." Your master spoke to you softly as he mixes potions with three textbooks all over. Your master had always been so overprotective of you ever since he found you nearly half dead on the shore, luckily no one was there at that time so you were fine.

"Well... I never said he wasn't! Solomon, he seems like a good guy! You should at least try to get to know him. He seemed so good and kind." You were shrunken to fit in a rather large fish tank with a mini castle to sleep in. You spoke to Solomon from the bottom of the tank, arms crossed together.

Solomon was silent for a while, "Solomon!! Talk to me!" You whined to him. Honestly, he's so annoying sometimes but he's pretty cool on rare occasions.

Solomon finally puts his wand down and looks to you, "Sorry. I was just thinking, with the way you describe him... Does he by chance have orange eyes with a hint of purple?" He looks at you intently.

You try to remember his eyes. Yet your train of thought was more often than not distracted by his hair and how fluffy it looked, "Uh... I think?" Solomon sighs and he smiles at you.

"I think you just met one of the princes of hell. I know him, though we rarely speak. I am closer with the oldest and fifth younger brother." He continues whatever he was doing without batting an eye towards you.

"Prince of hell? Do you seriously believe in that?"

"Sigh... Mc... I'm an immortal sorcerer, I use magic all the time. You're a mermaid. How is it impossible that demons don't exist?" Solomon furrows his brows with slight offense, how could a mermaid with an immortal sorcerer as their master not believe in demons?

"I mean like, from what humans have discussed, there is only one ruler of hell. Not multiple." You expressed by waving your hands around.

Solomon looks at you, "You have a lot to learn, MC." he laughs softly at your innocence. Though not that innocent.

<<<>>>

You were out swimming while Solomon was out doing god knows what. Your master never really told you what he did, but sometimes, he'd come back with more tattoos than before. From what you heard, he has multiple pacts with demons. Honestly, you do not care. He took care of you and now you owe him.

You swam around the beach in hopes to see that cute man again. You have a lot to ask him, but... will he recognize you? You're a mermaid, constantly changing appearances even if it's slight.

While swimming, you see a glimpse of a blue haired man jump into the water.

Your eyes widen with excitement. Quickly, you swam to him. Grabbing a few things from you makeshift purse you made out of green silk that your master had bought you in which you decorated it with pearls and sea plants.

Inside were things you stole and collected from humans, pirate ships, boats, treasure... Anything! Solomon never approved of stealing so instead you tell him your mermaid friends give it to you.

"Levi!" You spoke. He looks at you with wide eyes.

Despite his ability to hold his breath underwater for an insane amount of time, he could not speak. He is not a mermaid, so he only speaks through asl which you speak. Fortunately. (Your master forced you to learn asl after finding out teaching a centuries old mermaid basic English was difficult.)

"Mc!" He signs your name, you giggle at his expression. You noticed no change from him, his clothes are still the same... Maybe he is a demon?

"Levi, you haven't changed!" The humans you see often change a lot just within a few weeks. Isn't that cool? One day they'll have long hair, next thing you know they have short hair! Or, maybe they'll be wearing a lot of red fabric then the next day they'll be wearing a different one! Humans are truly fascinating, mermaids don't really wear "clothes" the same way humans do, but they can if they want to.

Levi smiled, "Of course not. It hasn't been so long at all!" If he could laugh he definitely would have. You laughed, though you don't understand how he has not changed. Maybe he's still learning? Kind of like you, but maybe he's a slow learner... Or a visual kind? Hm...

Regardless of this, you felt happy to see him. You couldn't contain your excitement. "I almost forgot! I have to show you something cool."

You swim away from him to create distance so he doesn't get caught in what you were about to do. The gem on your diadem began to glow which a signal to begin what you were going to do, without a glance towards Leviathan, you began to swim in a circular motion to create a mini tornado. Once the tornado can stand on it's own, you stop swimming then quickly used your gem to freeze it.

You finally look to Leviathan and his eyes were wide with a dazzled expression. You smile, "We're not done!" With the frozen tornado, you smash it with your tail like a soccer ball which causes the ice to smash and become icicles.

"I can freeze tornados of almost all kind! Once it freezes, I can smash it creating a rain of pointy icicles that I can control within my will! Actually, my master taught me this since I couldn't really control water the way humans imagine. I can only control the pressure and temperature of any water I touch but master said that couldn't be all so we spent forever learning how to freeze water! Isn't it amazing?? I don't know how useful that was but... I hope it is."

You hadn't realized your were rambling. Leviathan still stares at you with awe, "Levi?" You giggle nervously then suddenly, he swims away up into the shore. He didn't look panicked, in fact it looked like he wanted you to follow him and so you did.

On the surface, Leviathan was still in awe. Stars in his eyes and his cheeks flushed red.

"You can control water!?" He begins.

"Ah! Oh, yes! I can, but not really. I'm doing my best though!" You laugh. Humans are pretty sensitive to temperature and often get sick because of it so you didn't really need any fancy stuff, not like you left the deep sea ever until recently when your master took you in.

Leviathan looked excited, like he finally found someone who can help him. "I can summon a sea monster! But... I can't really control water, so we're like a great duo!! We'd be unstoppable together!"

You laugh at his expression, so excited. Like a child. It was beautiful. Now you had no choice but to get better at what you do, you had to because it made your new friend smile. You had to go meet your master as soon as possible, where could he even be?

For the next few hours, you two spent in the water swimming and training and experimenting. You finally figured out how to make a smaller version of the tornado with your hands, and you didn't need your gem! It's still unstable and it only lasted for a max of 2 seconds before it broke.

He searched for shells and plants that you graciously kept. Everything he did, you loved and everything you did, he loved too. You didn't understand what the feeling was but... You didn't mind because as long as it's just the two of you, everything was perfect.

Does he feel the same? Maybe he doesn't but it's okay, as long as he doesn't leave you alone. As long as he's just there for you.

The night came and the sun sets, your silence stretches but it wasn't uncomfortable. "Levi. If I'm in trouble, you'll come when I call, right?" You asked him, curious of his response.

"Hm? Oh... well... I can't hear you unless we make a pact but... Pacts are a big deal. It means that a demon must be willing to submit themselves to you, and I've only become a demon recently... I have yet to get used to it." He explained to you.

Ah. A demon. Maybe your master was right about him being a demon, but nonetheless, you didn't see the issue.

"A pact..."

"Yes, it's the ultimate bond a creature and another creature can have other than tying their souls for all eternity no matter the universe. That one is different. A pact requires trust, a strong bond... But not everyone respects that."

You sat in silence, slowly, you move to sit in front of him. His face turns red and you slowly move on him. "But, will you still come if I call you?"

You look at him with eyes so bright but at the same time, it looked as though you were staring at something that has never existed. A mystery you were.

His eyes widened, "Oh... oh." He says as he realizes what you have been saying. Your words began to piece itself in his head and your eyes... He finally understood. You were a great mystery, without a doubt, he doesn't know anymore than what he knows now, but...

"Yes. Yes I will. I will come to your aid if you called, no matter the distance."

A smile.

Gentle and sweet.

Easy and loving.

"Thank you."

[ REQUESTS OPEN ] - refer to RULES

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lushaletta · 2 years

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Hello! I really enjoyed the short George Weasley fic you did and was wondering if you could do a short oneshot or dabble of George taking the reader out on a small quiet date? Fem reader if you don't mind, thank you! Also I can't wait to see your new blog grow!!

library date / george weasley

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

warnings: none

summary: a library date with george weasley was going great, but perhaps take falling asleep off the cards next time.

a/n: ahhh thank you so much for this request! i was so excited to see it in my inbox. this was a little difficult for me to write, so my apologies if this wasn’t what you were looking for, but i hope you like it!!

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You were power-walking through the hallways, trying to get to Transfiguration class on time when you heard someone call your name. You turned around and spotted George Weasley, desperately trying to catch up with you. You stopped in your tracks. “Hey,” he said, panting. “Would you… by any chance… want to study in the library with me later?” He was still struggling to catch his breath, but a smile played on his lips.

“What?”

“Study in the library with me.”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Weasley?” You replied, hands resting on your hips. He mimicked your position, putting on the same expression as well. “I suppose I am, yeah. Is that a yes?” You raised your eyebrow, “Sure.” You said, continuing to walk to class.

The following lessons seemed dull as ever, you were itching to go to the library. As soon as Professor Snape dismissed the students, you scurried to your dorm to get ready.

Your roommate was even more excited than you. “I can’t believe he asked you out!” She squealed, watching you apply lipstick in the mirror. “Took him long enough.”

The trip to the library was excruciating. It gave you enough time to overthink your outfit and hair. Nevertheless, with a deep breath, you walked through the door, scanning the tables for George’s fiery red hair. You saw him sitting in a corner seat, gesturing for you to go there.

“You look nice.” He stated, looking you up and down. A smirk spread across your face, “Hm, you don’t look so bad yourself. I’d even go as far as saying that you look… good.” He tapped the chair next to him, signalling for you to sit, though not before a playful eye roll.

“What homework do you have?” “Just a History of Magic essay and star charts for Astronomy.” You responded. George widened his eyes at the fact that you only had two assignments to accomplish. “That’s it?!” You giggled at his surprised answer. “Yeah! Why? What about you?” “I have… a lot.” He said, sheepishly, looking at the amount of papers spread out on the table.

“We’ll be here for awhile then.” A sigh fell from your lips. “Is that so bad?” You looked at him, “I guess not.”

You’d finished your tasks in a flash, so you spent the hours watching him and sharing conversation. A particularly long chain of silence was filled by you gazing at his concentrated face. He put his head up to look at you staring at him. “Like what you see?” You immediately turned away, flustered, only for him to push your head towards him with his fingers. “I’m just teasing, lovely.” “Right.” You said, nodding slowly.

Another couple minutes passed by, and you stood up to browse the bookshelves. One of them had piqued your interest, but even standing on your tip-toes wouldn’t suffice to reach it. Before you knew it, you felt George standing behind you, picking up the book you wanted. He smiled at you, though it was more of a cheeky smirk. He went back to the table and sat down, as if he hadn’t just done what he did.

You, on the other hand, took a seat on the floor and buried your face in the pages of your book. Clearly, it wasn’t that engaging as you let a yawn slip from your mouth.

“And so, that’s how it all happened. What do you think, lovely?” He turned around as he noticed you didn’t reply, and he saw you, on the floor, head leaning on your shoulder with your eyes shut. He chuckled at the sight, walking over to you.

Moving your hair behind your ear, he began to say something in a light whisper. “I wish you knew how much I loved you.” He said, admiring your beauty. “But maybe… don’t fall asleep next time, yeah?” At those words, your eyes fluttered open.

“So you want a next time?”

#🎞 by.ivy #🕰 xoxo.ivy #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #hp imagine #harry potter oneshot

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lyramundana · 10 months

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Drabble based on my forgotten wip:

The boys are having another photoshoot, this time for a brand of clothes that has accepted to sponsor them. The pictures have to give off serious, seductive vibes, but there are certain two who can’t get into it. They’re either eating each other with their eyes or posing like they would in a normal group picture. Seeing this is making the process difficult for all and they need to get it done, Chan decides to call Violeta and asks her to “do her magic again”.

- I’m sorry, you want me to what? - she replies confused from the phone.

-You know what I mean. Just come here and do what you did last time.

-You want me to make them laugh? But isn’t the photoshoot concept supposed to be “sexy”? How does that help?

-Not laugh. Just come here and...provoke them.

That’s even more ridiculous. Violeta gets annoyed and more confused.

-Provoke them? Are you hearing yourself?! What do you have in mind with that, ‘Topher? Me going and give them a strip show or something? If this is a joke, it’s not fucking funny - she huffs, laying back on her seat. She just wanted to enjoy her coffee in peace while listening to Chase Atlantic to start the day, but now she has to hear her potential brother-in-law encouraging her to go and seduce a couple, who are pretty much engaged at this point and, on top of all, one of them is fucking HOMOSEXUAL. Like, does he even hears himself when he talks? -Plus, even if I agreed, how exactly is that gonna work on Lee fucking Minho? Have you forgotten the guy is a walking rainbow?

-That’s not what I meant! Look..- he sighs, trying to find a way to convince her to come and explain it without outright revealing what’s going on in his head. It’s way too obvious and everyone else knows, but those three are still dead-set in denial, specially her.- I’m not asking anything weird from you. Just though they may cheer up a bit if you come here.

Then, Olivia comes out of nowhere and takes his phone, speaking in a firm tone - Look, idiot, there are hot models here from the agency and they’re in need of cold drinks. Bring some here and then you can flirt shamelessly with them until they plan to sue you. Deal?

Violeta munches her snacks slowly.

- Why do you really need me there, ‘Topher?

-Listen here little shit, call me that one more fuck..

-Leta, the next album Ateez pulls out is on me.

Silence.

- Hell, why didn’t you start with that, guys? Of course I’m going! Anything to help my family. Give me a few minutes-sounds of chairs loudly moving and clothes quick steps.

-By the way, don’t take the public transport. This hour is hellish and you wouldn’t ever find a spot - the older girl says.

-Sure, whatever. See you there. I’ll bring the drinks!

She hangs off, and Olivia returns the phone with a satisfied grin to a perplexed Christopher.

-Why did you say that?

-So she comes here walking. Sweat looks good on some people.

-And how do you think she’ll react when she sees there are no hot models here?

-What do you mean? There are plenty. Those two specially would definetly catch her eye. - she points her head at the two reasons they both orchestrated this whole crap, who are currently taking a break after another failed attempt in the camera and instead flirting with each other. - Plus, the promise of a signed Ateez album would make her happy enough for the remaining day.

Violeta arrives 20 minutes after the call, a bag of cold drinks in her hand. She’s wearing a crop top with a small hood that leaves her belly exposed, a pair of wavy shorts only the right amount of long to cover her ass cheeks and her long red hair pulled in a braid.

Chris and Olivia exchange a knowing glance. “It’s like she knows exactly what she’s supposed to do”

The younger girl walks up to them with a rather grumpy expresion, shoving the drinks towards them and complaining how crowded the damn Starbucks was.

- Thank you, Leta.

-Where are the hotties? -straight to her point. Olivia chuckles inwardly and fakes a sad face.

-They left no long ago. They had a lot of work to do and couldn’t stay any longer. Sorry.

Violeta throws her a glare that says she doesn’t believe a single word, but Olivia doesn’t let her think too much.

- Well, since you’re already here, could please be so kind to give the boys the drinks? They’re really tired and would love to have some. Thank you! - before Violeta can even protest, the older pushes her by the shoulders where the rest of members are, sitting around and talking.

She goes anyway, huffing and wondering in her mind how couldn’t she have been born a single child. She’s so focused on her annoyed thoughts that she doesn’t notice she passes by the main photography station, where two certain boys are attempting to get into character again, until they see her..

Uknowing to the turmoil she just created, she greets the members politely and passes them the drinks. She takes note both Han and Minho are missing and a small part of her feels sad about it, but she brushes that feeling off quickly. She has no reasons to feel sad. Instead, she focus on whatever Felix is telling her about, since he’s the only one in the group with whom she can have a full converstation now.

- By the way, this outfit looks great on you. How come I never see you with it? - the boy asks, twirling with a string of the hood and brushing his fingers on her neck ocassionally. She chuckled at the compliment.

-I mostly use it to work out, but you know, everything looks great on me.

-Oh, I know that. - he wiggles his eyebrows in apreciation and she laughs, shoving him off softly. He laughs too and goes back to his skinship. Violeta notices he’s being more affectionate than usual and, while she’s used to it and doesn’t mind, she feels something iffy about it right now.

Before she can think more, he suddenly cages her in his arms and hugs her tightly, burying his face in her neck and moving her from side to side. She’s caught off guard by the sudden display, even more when she feels his arms sneaking to her exposed waist. She looks around to check if anyone is seeing this, and what she ends up seeing cuts her breath short.

There they are, right in front of her, posing for plenty of flashing cameras and looking absolutely gorgeous with those clothes. People are giving them instructions, praising them and making them change positions, but their eyes remain fixed on her. It’s the first time she sees this kind of stare from them, thrown at her. The world around her stops and silences, and there’s only those dark eyes piercing her soul in ways she can’t describe. There’s a mysterious glint in them, something intense and, if Violeta didn’t know better, she would describe it as territorial. They’re completely serious and focused, and she feels her legs becoming jelly.

What’s going on? Why are they looking at her like that?? And why does she even feel like this???

By the time Felix stops hugging her, the eye contact is lost and she feels a bit out of place. Like her sould just went out of her body and returned. The boy’s sweet voice distracts her enough, but she can’t get it out of her mind. What the fuck was that? What just happened? She can’t even finds words to make it make sense in her head. Maybe she imagined it? Maybe it was just a short hallucination her mind created to mess up with her. Yeah. Sounds legit.

While they both return with the others, she notices Han and Minho walking towards them, the same serious faces still on.

They’re friends. They see each other often. She trusts them. It’s all good.

(Why is she feeling this strong urge to run away as they aproach?)

Something I had in mind since @2chopsticks2eyes‘s comment about that short scenario (she knows what I mean). @channieandhisgoonsquad you guys are free to add stuff or just give me opinions. Thank you.

@moonlightndaydreams (for context, Olivia is my OC for Bang Chan)

#poly minsung #minsung x oc #lee know/han jisung x reader #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz drabbles #lee know x oc #han jisung x oc

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