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decayedgloria · 6 months

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obey me characters and their visions

Or what I think are their visions idk it’s 3 am and I just found out I failed my pathology exam so here’s a crossover of two games that provides me an escape from this putrid reality 😁

also just trying to get rid of drafts rn

Tags: sfw, pure crack speculation, I’m going insane, obey me demon brothers and undateables and luke, genshin impact visions, everything here is MY OPINION and should not be taken seriously, feel free to disagree with me

Lucifer

-He strikes me as the type to either have a hydro vision or a geo vision

-more leaning towards hydro

-hydro vision holders tend to be dedicated to their work and uphold their own view of justice, more often than not being protectors of some sort i.e Candace and Aaru village, Ayato with the Kamisato Clan

-I draw parallels between him and Ayato because they both have gone through hell and back for their families (often literally) and have had to salvage tarnished reputations in order to protect said family

-also very rich and elegant men who have a “dark side” that most aren’t aware of

-It’s also just every hydro character being really sophisticated and elegant tbh he fits the vibe I think (minus Childe but he has his moments)

-Geo because, well… look at him. He’s prime geo vision material. Like a rock solid wall holding up the HOL but like he’s also hanging by a thread lol.

Mammon

-Geo Vision, Hear me out on this.

-Not only does it suit his color palette, but if you think about it, Mammon places a lot of responsibility on himself to be a good older brother to his siblings (despite falling short most times), we see this especially during Nightbringer

-Geo’s thing is literally responsibility. Every geo user has some sort of responsibility that they themselves have chosen to undertake, whether or not they can handle it

-They’re all also quite stubborn. Once they’re dead set on something they will never let it go, and on top of that they also protect either someone or something

-Every geo user has a goal relating to something to do with material or status: Ningguang and the Tianqiu, Noelle wanting to be in the KOF, Zhongli wanting to retire (lmfao). Mammon wanting to be rich (and wanting him and his brothers to be at the top of the Devildom in Nightbringer) literally fits.

-Mammon, despite being a goofy character, fits into geo so perfectly it’s actually insane.

-Mammon and Itto are the same person. I’m not elaborating.

Levi

-Electro vision all the way.

-It’s no surprise. Canonically he’s seen as a weirdo, even by his brothers (not me tho I love my men a little pathetic) and he doesn’t spend much time mingling with others, so of course he’s gonna be singled out

-almost every single electro vision holder is outcasted by at least one society; Beidou being cast out of her village, Fischl being thought of as eccentric because of her personality, the literal electro archon becoming a shut-in

-He would absolutely get the vision probably in like the early part of Nightbringer when we got stuck in the TSL universe and he had to make a decision

-(if you’re wondering why I keep bringing up Nightbringer it’s bc it’s the one I’m currently playing ok)

-Levi also passes the “I have a scary animal that helps me fight” thing. Henry’s quite formidable when he’s back to normal size :)

Satan

-Hm, thinking about it and at first I’d say dendro is the obvious answer but there’s also quite a few other contenders actually.

-Pyro is one of them, and when drawing parallels Diluc comes to mind (obvs grumpy men stick together always.) As the avatar of wrath, he’s like mad 80% of the time and I can imagine him raining hellfire upon everything (and he has, best believe).

-But also he’d fit the “passionate” description, he’s so passionate about books and magic that he’d literally kill for a book that he wanted (and did I’m pretty sure). He’d also be considered passionate for hating Lucifer so much I think

-he also has quite the past to fit with a pyro user, especially during Nightbringer when he’s still coming into terms about being basically a baby demon and learning to confront his brothers and finally accept them

-Dendro is quite obvious for him. He craves knowledge from books, and I’m sure if he were in Teyvat he’d find his way in the Akademiya just to get into the House of Daena’s restricted section

-I think either or could be his vision, depends on which Satan you’re talking about (Nightbringer Satan and main timeline Satan are two vastly different individuals)

-if you really wanna get into it tho, cryo/electro's pretty... fitting. Especially for nightbringer Satan. Even if his brothers try not to make him feel like it, he will always be different from them; the fact that he basically was made to replace Lillith in a sense, and he distances himself away from them because he just doesn't fit in.

-all in all he's so versatile realistically he could have like 4/7 visions since his character is so dynamic between the two games

Asmodeus

-Now this was harder to come up with, but after giving it some thought I think he’d have an Anemo vision

-think of it this way. In Nightbringer take a shot everytime I bring that game up his whole arc in the beginning was learning to let go of the celestial realm and accepting the fact that he was a demon now, effectively granting himself the freedom to love himself once more

-Anemo is the element of freedom right? He fought himself and his inner demons for freedom like that, which happens to a lot of those who are granted this vision (Wanderer and Xiao moment)

-Thats really all I have for him. Tbh, the only other vision I could see him wielding his pyro, but I couldn’t think of anything else I can say that hasn’t already been said

-another short anemo king go figure (he and heizou would get along I think)

Beelzebub

-another one I had to really think of, but upon further deliberation with myself I'm thinking pyro again (the default vision lmfao)

-Yes. Passion for food, he'd get along with Xiangling quite well (too well, imagine her in the devildom holy shit)

-Also pretty passionate about working out and protecting his brothers, so there's that lol

-I am stumped on him bc he's like lowkey just there bro like

-how would he even get his vision idk man

-but imo pyro is the default vision so he gets it (feel free to disagree with me)

Belphegor

-If you think this guy does not have an anemo vision you are wrong

-like dead mf wrong he is anemo all the goddamn way

-he lost his sister and still blames himself for it, but he also wants to be free with his brothers in the devildom

-the other vision i would give him is electro because he does tend to like, shut himself off or whatever so there's that

-but he's 100% anemo I don't make the rules sorry

-first tall male anemo user?? (surprisingly he's 5'10 guys it's probably all that sleep he does lmfao)

Diavolo

-hmmmm, such a hard decision I wonder what vision I would give to the literal prince of hell- pyro.

-jk jk let me explain

-Pyro, because as I've stated before, it is both the default vision imo and also the vision for those who are passionate IMO (I cannot stress this enough)

-Diavolo is very passionate about RAD, and the whole "demons getting along with other species" concept is something he has been working very hard on (man is trying to end specieism in the obey me verse)

-on top of his outgoing and friendly personality, pyro really does fit him like a glove. I could make an argument for geo because he shoulders a fuck ton of responsibility for the devildom (esp in nightbringer) but like

-he is warm and friendly and strong, perfect pyro material

Barbatos

-I needed to think about this one for a bit, but after further deliberation with the screams that echo in my head, I am confident in saying that this man has an anemo vision

-if he were in the genshin universe he'd def be one of the shady people from celestia (bro is literally istaroth but i digress)

-as much as anemo fits him aesthetically, I also want to point out that he just... gives people freedom? Like the first half of nightbringer was him finally fulfilling someone's wish to go to heaven to see their lover

-he also just parallels a lot with venti, idk i just see him being very fitting with an anemo vision

-like, he's immortal yet does not look it (Scara, Xiao, Venti), downplays his power to appear "normal" in a sense that he won't be an immediate threat to those perceiving him (Venti), saw a pyro kid and decided to adopt them and begrudgingly take care of them no matter how annoying they are (Xiao and Hu Tao though I may be reaching)

Luke

-bro does not have a vision yet (jk its cryo)

-I feel like he'd be given a hydro vision solely for the fact that he is changing his, quite frankly specie-ist, ways lol (like eula hello?)

-he is quite shy when mc first met him, the only reason why he didn't immediately get mad at them is because they weren't a demon and that's saying something

-he tends to be very guarded around said demons, often becoming aggressive when interacting with them but he's warming up. It's like a wall of ice slowly melting through the mc and simeon's guidance

-he also reminds me of mika for some reason

Solomon

-he has an electro vision and yes, it's exactly the same situation as Lisa

-though he doesn't need one (none of them do tbh), I feel like he wanted one just for shits and giggles like I definitely see him being a descender on Teyvat

-he's literally the most powerful human in the obey me verse, of course he's going to be viewed differently from others even though he "tries" to not be too overt about it (very, very big emphasis on tries. I think he only does it for mc atp)

-I feel like he'd get along well with the electro ladies as well, particularly Miko and Lisa (Gorou and Luke need to hide like asap)

-in all seriousness though, he just fits into electro so well given all the character traits present in electro wielders

-another vision I could see him having is dendro, partly because he's always down to have more knowledge about magic that he doesn't know yet and is in constant pursuit of creating pacts with the demon brothers

Simeon

-another hydro wielder :)

-calm, collected, elegant, sticks to their principles- classic hydro archetype tbh I love him so much

-again, very similar to Lucifer's reasoning but he leans more towards hydro wielders like Nilou and Candace I think, who are quite relaxed but won't hesitate to protect what they love and fight for what they deem is right

-spoiler warning: he literally got cast out of heaven for the mc.

-as I've said before, there really isn't anything I can add that I haven't said before, other than the fact that Simeon would definitely enjoy Xinqiu's company and possibly get along with Furina when discussing acting and the arts

-other than hydro, I don't think any other vision suits him tbh (big maybe on anemo but like, it doesn't really fit tbh)

I am so fucking bad at character analysis but here you guys go

the labor of my sleepless night while i gather more motivation to write the second chapter of madame neuvillette

also i am so very tempted to start writing for other fandoms but this blog is enough for now tbh

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rayniscatstatue · 1 year

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Go to crymeariveronceagain’s blog and see both posts relating to me. At least one of them is tagged “That Anon”. When answering this ask, put that tag AND ping @crymeariveronceagain (unless this ping within this ask works on its own - idk how that works). If you have difficulties finding the other post on River’s blog, let me know by reblogging (or let her know to tag it “That Anon”).

That was complicated but necessary. Feel free to try to guess who I am, too. (I gave River 10 guesses, one of which she got right). If you guess, guess 5-10 names so I won’t give my identity entirely away.

I intend to haunt Keepblr for a while until either everyone has a common agreement on who I am, or I get bored and reveal myself.

-That Anon

Uhmmm

Idk many people so I will give it my best with who I know and ect

I feel like you could be theunmappedstar becuase Nattie has been inactive for like a while. Suspiciously while. The inactivity was very sudden too.

Stopstealingtomatos is also possibly. I don’t chat with Iris much but you seem similar. She seems like she would so something like this.

The use of “keepblr” makes me think of Doodlecat2000. Not many other reasons I have to suspect your Vee.

Could also be spaceagebacholormann. Marlee seems like she would do this from what I have seen on Alice’s blog.

Oraliefathdom4eternila would definitely do something like this. Shelly just seems to you know. If you what to hint at this one chat about the Dawn, Charri and Adalin saga with me.

Ughhh, I realised I will have to wait for asks and not a reblog for a reply! Don’t make me sob on the floor whoever you are.

Now that I think about it I am really leaning towards Shelly. But it could be fintan-pyren. Really doubt that Fin would do this tho. He seems like he would be a little sneak too.

Part of me just wants to say you-have-been-frizzled I feel like Fizz would so this. But I don’t at the same time.

I have drawn Alice out, she would not. Alice would definitely not. That’s one person I am sure you are not. Confidence is key.

Possibly vesperas-mirrors. I am now just aimlessly scrolling through ppl that follow me. Lol honestly a vibe.

You have to be someone that both and River and I know. Other wise none of us would have a good chance at guessing. Reasons why I am scrolling aimlessly through my followers and mutals.

*sobs questioning*

Also also also you could be the-great-gluon-incident just to throw us off. Me now trying to find people to put so I have more to keep your identity secret. Just in case I get it right. Kate might not tho. Don’t know much about her.

That’s really all my guesses. Little logic and just knowing that me and River would know you. I just hope I know you.

My top guess is that your Shelly or Iris. Both really likely candidates…

#ask #ask answered #anon #that anon #anon ask #thanks that anon #really thinking it’s Iris or Shelly

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glowingbadger · 3 years

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Let's talk "Fertility Saint Cichol" for a bit, shall we?

No one requested this, I just wanted to let my mind wander on its own for once lol.

Seteth (FE3H) x GN Reader

cw: cock worship, deep throating, me being a shameless size queen

NSFW 18+

* and spoilers I guess idk

You've only been in Seteth's quarters a handful of times before, and always with him present. Today, however, it seems work has kept him late, and so you meander around his room, trying to occupy yourself without being overly intrusive as you wait to meet him for tea. Truthfully, there isn't much to see. A tasteful four poster bed with curtains drawn, several bookshelves, a work desk- as if he needs more opportunities to work, you think with a bemused smirk.

So, to keep busy, you choose a light bit of reading at random from an uncharacteristically unruly pile on the floor beside Seteth's desk. It appears to be an anthology of some rather fantastical tales centering the saints. As you skim through, you can't help a grin. Evidently, Cethleann was 9 feet tall and her hair was a literal flowing waterfall, while Indech once gave birth to a pegasus (the pegasus later rejoined his physical form somehow- it's rather vague about this point- which is why we've never seen physical evidence of it, so this text claims).

And then you reach a collection of poems dedicated to Saint Cichol. Your eyes scan the page, narrowing as they proceed. With each line, your face warms to a darker shade of red. It's... shockingly salacious. A fertility God? Goddess blessed manhood of awe-inspiring proportion? Virility that fills barren riverbeds?!

You're so consumed by the collage of erotic imagery conjured into your mind that you barely hear the door open behind you.

"My apologies for the delay. I hope you haven't been waiting terribly long."

"Oh- not at all!" you say, turning to face Seteth as he enters. The stress of the work day is smoothed over by the warmth of his smile on seeing you. But he must notice something strange about your expression, as his brows furrow in curiosity. Then, he notices the book in your hands.

"Goddess help me- of all of the books you could have-" he quickly strides towards you and seizes it from you, tossing it back to its pile, "Please assure me that you didn't take any of that- that filth to heart." he says, his face twisted in exasperation as he runs a hand through thick green hair.

"Seteth, relax," you say with a gentle smile, "I figured it was all a bit..."

"Baseless conjecture is what it is- and heretical, at that," he says with disgust, crossing his arms and rubbing the bridge of his nose between his fingers, "Clearly I ought to have been more prompt in disposing of these particular texts."

You sympathize with his frustration, to be certain. Still. Your eyes can't help wandering up and down his frame before you and... you wonder.

"So... there's no truth to anything in there?" You step towards him and silently urge him to open his arms to you. He sighs and leans back against his desk with his hands gently at your waist.

"Nonsense, all of it- particularly that part about 'barren riverbeds' or some such." Despite his mood, his face flushes red at the reference to such claims on his own potent virility. You're not even fully conscious of the smirk spreading across your face, but you lean against him and run your hands slowly up his firm chest. Seteth has been rather demure about intimacy thus far. As of yet, you've hardly even seen beneath the starched collar of his robes. Perhaps this is the time to learn a little more about him.

"That book claims that you're the patron of fertility." you prod further. His chest rises as he inhales slowly, and you swear you can feel his heart pounding beneath your touch.

"Yes, well- it was a... fringe belief several centuries past. I am- Saint Cichol is the only noted figure in the church known to have produced a child," you hum with interest, and by now, your body rests against his, and your hands have traveled down his torso. Seteth rambles on, glancing to the side and attempting the same tone he would use with a student, "the elemental association with the earth was also a factor, so I- I was... often prayed to for blessings of..."

One gentle hand reaches below his belt, and you gaze up at him for any sign of resistance or hesitation. He doesn't stop you, and doesn't look like he wants to. Your touch travels beneath his outer robes, between his thighs, where you immediately feel the heat of his manhood beginning to resist the confines of his clothing. You palm the impressive bulge, noting that even half-soft, he carries more than most men do at their full size. Seteth's posture stiffens, his eyes half-lidded as he stares down at you. With an odd rasp in his throat, he whispers your name. Then, he pulls you close and kisses you with an intensity you'd always suspected he had in him somewhere.

As his lips press to yours, massaging yours slow and firm, your tongue grazes his, tentatively at first. He responds enthusiastically, tilting his head to kiss you more deeply and running his tongue sensually against yours. You moan into his mouth, the friction between your bodies absolutely intoxicating, and your hand begins to stroke his manhood more firmly from atop the barrier of his clothing. His length hardens to your touch, growing in your hand as though to plead for more. Parting from his lips just enough to speak, you murmur,

"How long has it been since someone properly worshipped you, 'Saint Cichol?'"

Seteth's voice catches in his throat as he repeats,

"Worshipped...?"

Before he can question you further, you carefully lower onto your knees before him. Your touch is slow and indulgent as you enjoy the feeling of his now-massive cock straining against his pants. Looking up to meet his eyes, you see him thoroughly transfixed by the sight of you prostrate beneath him, and your lips curl into a wolfish grin. Both of his hands come to grip the edge of the desk behind him as you part his robes and tug down the hem of his trousers.

The sight of that tower of flesh springing free to loom over you immediately sends urgent arousal flooding through your burning body, and you fail to hold in an excited whimper. Your pupils grow wide as you size him up with unabashed hunger in your gaze, and you can't even bring yourself to notice how tightly your fists are clenched around the front of his clothes.

"Goddess, Seteth-!" you gasp out, bringing a hand to wrap around his cock at the base, "You're so big...!"

He clears his throat, shyly turning his face away, as though he could possibly hide his conspicuous blush and flustered expression.

"I, er... thank you, I suppose..." he says softly.

"I can't even get my hand all the way around it..." you go on with evident awe in your voice. Slowly, savoring each impossibly thick inch, you slide your hand up the length of his shaft and down once more. Seteth inhales deeply. He must be rather sensitive; in fact, you wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't been with someone intimately in some time.

"Are you... are you certain that you want this?" he asks, finally allowing his eyes to meet yours directly. You almost laugh.

"Seteth," you say as though scolding him, "I'd want to pleasure you regardless, but now that I know you have such an incredible cock, I can't think of anything I want more." He bites his bottom lip, his knuckles white as his fists clamp hard on the desk. Your smirk becomes only wider and more devious. Despite himself, he's clearly enjoying your praise.

"I can certainly see how this gorgeous cock would inspire... devotion, of a kind," you say, your hand traveling his length once more, this time merely to appreciate its shape and size. He groans softly, still fighting desperately to hold his voice in. With a feather-light touch, you run a single finger along the underside of his shaft, tracing a prominent, bulging vein. "I've never seen another that's even come close to yours, Seteth," you say, jerking your hand slightly at its base, "it almost seems a shame to keep it all to myself. Surely there are plenty who would like the chance to worship and adore their beloved Fertility God."

If your blaspheming bothers him any, he can't bring himself to reprimand you for it. Instead, he murmurs,

"I've no desire for any but you."

In reply, you press a chaste but lingering kiss to the crown of his cock. Seteth utters a shaky sigh of pleasure, and his length twitches subtly in reply. You raise your eyes to look up at your Saint.

"Can I taste it?"

"You may." he says softly. His stern brow is deeply creased with intense focus as you begin to work your lips around the head of his cock. It strikes you immediately how even wrapping your mouth around him only highlights how thoroughly this massive pillar puts any other to shame.

Seteth breathes out your name in a low, heated voice you've never heard from him before as you suck at his tip. Your lips seal around the ridge of his crown and you circle and flick him with your tongue, lapping at him all over until you feel his member throb for you. Each twitch and flex of his length is more powerful and more potent than the last, driving you to keep servicing him, to seek out those wonderful affirmations of pleasure.

By the time you dare to try taking him further into your mouth, your body leans against his legs, your hands clinging to his muscular thighs for leverage. Though, perhaps you've become over-eager; as you push yourself onto him, his cock burrows deeper and deeper, hitting your throat and then continuing to fill it. You struggle to open up for him as much as possible, grimacing as you fight your gag reflex. You're just barely past half of his full length, and he's pressing out against your throat enough to create a visible bulge. Seteth's body arches and his head tilts back as he groans your name. Then, you're forced to release him and come up for air.

Panting softly, you mutter,

"Damnit, I can't even reach the base."

"You... should not force yourself..." Seteth manages between strained breaths. As he steadies himself against the desk, you switch your focus for the time being. You begin at the root of his cock and drag your tongue up along the underside, following that same lovely vein you discovered earlier. With open adoration in your eyes, you go on to service him thoroughly with your tongue, licking and kissing every powerful, masculine inch of his rod. Then, when he's well and completely covered in your saliva, you grip the base and lead the tip to your mouth once more.

Dedicating yourself once more to your worship, you suck on his cock eagerly while steadily stroking what amount of it you can't reach in your hand. Your saliva slickens his shaft so that your hand can pump him steadily as your lips and tongue adore his tip in tandem. Seteth gasps aloud, his head leaning back once more to moan out his pleasure into the quiet of his quarters. Just once, you feel his hips buck toward you just a little- but he grits his teeth and holds himself in place, evidently worried for your comfort even now.

You increase your pace, wrapping your mouth tight and warm and wet around his enormous member, ever encouraged by Seteth's beautiful moans. Your tongue presses along the bottom of his shaft, causing him to rub firmly along the top of your mouth with every pass, and by now, you've even surprised yourself with your near obsessive desire to please him. Perhaps there was something to this "Fertility God" angle after all.

"If you... if you don't stop, I-!" Seteth bucks against you once more, and once more he fights to keep himself still, "I won't... be able to hold back...!"

Needing a way to assuage his doubts without pulling away from your sacred duties, you redouble your efforts instead. You take his thick cock into your throat until it hurts, threatening to make you choke each time you force yourself onto him, but you hold fast. The full length swells and throbs from tip to base, and Seteth is crying out your name like a plea. The strength of his grip actually causes the desk supporting him to creak, but you can't be bothered to care- you need him to cum for you, you're desperate for it.

Then, finally, with a tortured groan and a few choice words you didn't realize Seteth had in his vocabulary, his body trembles and his orgasm takes hold of him. Thick, hot cum pours into your throat, and you immediately swallow the first couple of shots, but it's not long before you're completely overwhelmed. Perhaps you should have eased up, rather than continuing to stroke and milk him with your free hand, but the dizzying thrill of his climax seems to be affecting you as well. When you simply can't take any more of him in your mouth, you pull away and allow him to spill the rest across your chest.

You look up at him from your worshipful position beneath him. You imagine you make for a sinful sight, subservient to his cock and now a mess of saliva and cum. And there is a moment- a brief, fleeting moment- when you can see something fiery and animalistic in Seteth's gaze as he regains himself enough to check on you. Yet he quickly suppresses it, and says,

"I- I apologize, I allowed myself to get carried away, and-"

"Seteth, please," you say with a laugh as you shakily rise to your feet, "it's just a bit of cleanup. A small price to pay for the chance to finally pleasure you."

He smiles sheepishly in return, helping to steady you, then placing a light kiss to your lips.

"I hadn't realized that you were so eager for the opportunity," he says, stroking a lock of your hair back into place, "If you will allow, I'd be honored to clean you up a bit and then return the favor."

"That sounds positively divine." you reply, and you're swiftly lifted into Seteth's arms and carried towards his private bath. Your knees still ache from the hardwood floor, but you hardly consider it for a moment. You're already looking forward to the next opportunity to show your devotion to your Saint.

#seteth #seteth x reader #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #feh #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem imagines #not sfw writing #fire emblem smut #seteth smut

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genshin-latte · 3 years

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Um hi! Number 15 for Xiao with him saying the line! So the S/O!Traveler!reader tries to start a snowball fight with Xiao to try and cheer him up (They had to leave before b/c they're trying to save teyvat & find their sibling at the same time)! Thoughtful for the personality if that is alright? And may the reader be female? Happy holidays! And sorry for bothering u and wasting ur time lol

Hi I wrote this at 6 AM idk anymoare I am tryin to keep it frm getting too steamy 💔💔 no beta we die like my wallet when Xiao comes out.

Also Im sorry if I didn’t get a few points skdnrje I’m not sure abt reader’s personality, and I’m not sure if you meant she had to leave before, or if she was leaving to find her brother so I went with the latter, I hope you don’t mind 🥺

Prompt #15 : “Did you just throw a snowball at me?”

Pairing : Xiao x f!reader (Traveler)

Word count : 1015 words

“Hey.” You called out to the yaksha. He had his arms folded, his back leaning against the wooden railing, the cold weather felt piercing, even through your extra coat but it seemed to have no effect on him. He stayed silent, eyeing the piling snow on the inn’s balcony.

“Don’t be so upset” you sighed, crouching beside him. “What makes you say that?” His tone was calm and he had his usual stoic expression but you knew him better than that. Ever since you told him you were leaving Liyue soon, he’s been... quieter.

“It’s obvious, don’t you think? Even Paimon could tell as much.” Your companion added. The boy only responded with a scoff. You followed his eyesight, your gaze landing on the blanket of white, the afternoon sunlight illuminating it, adding sparkles to the already stunning sight. An idea suddenly hit you. you turned towards Paimon, in which she returns, “As much as Paimon would like to agree, she still wants to live.” It seems like she knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Oh come on, he won’t hurt us.” You snickered. Xiao seemed to have caught the little fuss between the two of you, he watched as you stood, walking towards the opening of the roof. His eyes widening in shock when you decide to throw yourself and a screeching Paimon into a frozen slush. He immediately went into defensive mode, it’s been what? 3 seconds and you’re showing no signs of getting up. What if you died?

“(Y/n-“ his words were cut off by the least thing he was expecting.

“Pftt...” you couldn’t help but snort out a laugh, you could tell he was annoyed, but his intimidating features didn’t look so scary when it was covered by a giant ball of snow. You heard Him growl, followed by a long sigh as he wiped off the cold substance from his face. You swore, his piercing glare was enough to melt the ice “Did you just throw a snowball at me?”

“It wasn’t Paimon’s idea!” Sensing his anger, she backed away.

“A little snow can’t hurt you.” You went ahead and threw another one at him which he caught. Letting the frost settle back to it’s pile, he let out another sigh, as much as he wants fo fight back, he’s more afraid of hurting you in the process. He knows the extent of his powers, and he’d rather let you pile him up into a snowman than regret later.

Just as he was thinking, you tossed another ball, this time hitting his shoulder, “Stop it.” His words were firm, perhaps even slightly threathening. He didn’t like having his patience tested.

“Make me.” You immediately regretted the moment the words slipped out of your mouth. The inn’s rooftop was fairly small, with his speed it wouldn’t even take a second to catch you.

You tried to slid away but as you had predicted, he caught you with ease. You heard him grunt with annoyance and the next second he had you cornered against the railings. His hands on either side of you, keeping you in place.

“That’s not fair...” lips turning into a small pout, you looked up at him.

He frowned, “I told you to stop it.”

“Hm..,” You felt him flinch when you placed your hands on his shoulders. “Yeah maybe we should get back inside. It’s getting cold.” White mist forming as you let out a long breath.

“Really?” He looked unamused, he didn’t seem like he trusted you one bit.

“You know me best.” You giggled, using all the energy left in you to push him back, the pile of snow cushioning your fall. He knew you’d pull something off. Your laugh hitched when you feel him roll on top of you, using both hands to pin your wrists on either side of you.

You rarely get to see him so up close, your noses were almost touching and you were enjoying the view way more than you should. His golden eyes looked much more stunning up close, disheveled hair framing his handsome face, brows furrowed and lips narrowing in irritation.

“Is this what you want?” a low voice that completes it all, if only you weren’t outside laying in ice cold snow.

You couldn’t resist the temptation. You raised your head, attempting to meet his lips with yours. “Not quite” You whispered, eyes fluttering close.

He closed the distance, meeting you in a rough, hungry kiss. It was different than his usual hestitant, gentle ones, but nowhere less addicting. It’s a treat you’d get only if you manage to rile him up. You could hardly process your thoughts with the way his tongue was moving against yours, the occasional bites and the way he leaves you breathless.

You chased his lips just as he was about to pull back, the first was nowhere near enough to sooth the desires in your chest. You feel him free his grip from your wrists, placing them beside your head instead. Your arms moved reflexively, wrapping themselves around his neck, attempting to deepen the kiss. You almost felt at complete lost when you had to part.

“I won’t be gone for long, you know?” You gave him face a gentle caress. “I was just trying to cheer you up.”

He huffed at your response, but you see his expression softening. “If you ever need help, just say my name.” His eyes burned with so much determination, perhaps as much as the love that you felt for him.

Your lips curled into a smile as you said your next words, “I promise, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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“Is everything alright?” Hua’in asked as Verr Goldet made her way down stairs, a fond smile present on her face. “Quite so, I was worried because it was rather noisy but they seem to be...” She eyes your floating companion, letting out a small laugh, “having fun.” Never would she expect to see the view she had back there.

“Ugh... Paimon doesn’t want to go back in there.”

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danniburgh · 3 years

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Rushingly Bittersweet (Javier Peña x f!reader) part 24

Pairing: Javier Peña x ofc//f!reader with name.

Summary: After the fall of Escobar everything starts happening way too fast for Javier; his raise, his new office, his new team, the Cali cartel’s operation, the sudden arrival of a new agent that was transferred to his team for no apparent reason, the way he was falling in love with her almost unintentionally.

And he couldn’t seem to stop any of that.

Word count: +4.3k

Chapter warnings: feels, a lot of fucking feels

A/N: This chapter is set after season three. // SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER BITCHES (of the main story at least lol) this one was quite difficult for me, idk, DIALOGUE HEAVY so beware, i wanna thank @mouthymandalorian because she read half of this and gripped my shoulders, slapped me and told me it had substance, and @purplepascal042 bc she just makes me feel so sure of myself and this shitshow lmao and she gave us Carlos, i love you guys so much

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Home.

He smelled like home.

“You stopped smoking?” you mumbled against his shoulder when you didn’t find traces of smoke on his shirt, Javier scoffed and gripped you tighter against him.

“Kinda.”

“Good, horrible habit.” you teased him and for the first time in five months, you heard him chuckle.

You let out a sigh and closed your eyes when his hands started roaming slowly through your back.

It was like you two never actually stopped hugging; you were marveled by the feeling of his hands in your body; they belonged there; it was as if his touch was meant only for you. He gripped and caressed you as if his hands had gone through a touch withdrawal. He fit there. You fit there.

“How long have we been hugging?” you teased and Javier scoffed again, a little harder, the warm air he let out clashing with the skin of your neck, it made you shiver and you smiled.

“Don’t know but don’t stop.” he replied softly, and you felt your smile growing, you opened your eyes and saw the way his body was curled against yours, almost wrapping it.

You turned your eyes to the dark sky and sighed again at the sight of the stars; they looked so close and so bright you were sure, in that moment, with him gripping you and anchoring you to the earth you had been walking alone for so long, you could reach them.

“I missed you.” you let out, your voice small, your tone warm, it made him smile.

“Yeah.” he moved his arms and stepped back from the embrace to look at you, his hands slid from your back to your waist and the hand that wasn’t holding the letter back to your face.

“Hi.” you whispered, the muscles of cheeks started to sting because of the smile you were holding.

“Hi.” Javier replied.

Your wandering hands moved from his shoulders to his arms, and then you cupped his face. He leaned into your touch as you studied his face and re-learned the features you had committed to memory, for later use or later torture, your brain struggling to grasp the fact that he was there, right in front of you; but he was, you were making sure of it as your fingers touched every single inch of his skin, Javier closed his eyes and sighed when the pads of your fingers slid through his forehead and slowly made their way to his mid brow, the perpetual frown you had met him wearing had disappeared.

“Open your eyes.” you whispered to him and he did without questioning, looking at you; there were the remnants of some unshed tears from earlier, but they were the same you had seen in between dreams, they were the same eyes you had craved for when you couldn’t hold yourself whole, when you couldn’t stand up straight, when you felt like your pieces weren’t being glued properly; and they were on you.

“What are you looking at?” he whispered his question as he moved his face closer to you. You smiled at him again as if you had stopped smiling at all, and you remembered that self-doubt that crept inside you all those months before when you wanted nothing more but to have him look at you like he loved you; your smile faded when you realized he was looking at you differently.

It wasn’t the same look he used to give you when he woke you up after spending the night together; it wasn’t the same way he looked at you across the office bullpen at the embassy in Bogotá; it wasn’t the same look you used to get when you said some horrible joke or a funny remark or a teasing comment or a snarky toned word.

But it wasn’t hard. His eyes were looking at you deeply, but you didn’t know what it meant.

“You.” you whispered your reply, and he smiled at you.

“Good.” he said and brought your face to his.

Javier’s lips took yours and he let out a sigh when he felt you kissing him back.

It was as if he never stopped kissing you.

He knew your movements; he knew you loved when his tongue brushed your lower lip, and how you sighed every time he opened his mouth slightly and took your lip again between his.

Every single thing fit; you there, standing in front of him; you there, in his arms; your lips between his lips, your hands touching his skin.

It felt right. It was right.

It was giving him everything he kept longing for when he listened to that tape with your voice; it was giving him the life he thought he wouldn't have anymore, the one he knew he didn’t even deserve.

Javier gripped you tighter against his chest and deepened the kiss. You let out a soft moan and he wanted to smirk; he still had the same effect over you as you had over him.

How could he have gone through life without your kisses? without your touch? without your essence lingering close to him?

With you there, it felt like there was no time in Javier’s life where you weren’t present in some way.

You just crept inside his body and his heart and his mind and you stayed there.

“Let’s get inside.” he muttered against your mouth, you breathed in deeply as he stepped away from you and grabbed your hand.

“Are you sure?” you said, looking at him. Javier frowned.

“Yeah, I just asked you to stay.” he tugged at your hand and pulled you softly towards the house.

You bit your lip and followed him to the house. There was a feeling nagging at your chest you recognized as that self-doubt that you thought you had left inside the glove box of your car and you tried to breathe it away.

The door was still open, and you took then a moment to look around; having been busy crying the first time you walked inside; immediately to the left there was a big archway that led to a dining room that looked simple and comically unused, stiff and almost out of character; straight to the front there was that archway you had seen Chucho disappear into the kitchen and the living room was fairly big; mostly occupied by a dark couch that looked more loved that any other piece of furniture there with a wood, cluttered console table almost protecting the back and two red armchairs on the sides, a sharp-edged coffee table between them that held a few wood figurines on the surface and a big fireplace that filled the opposite on wall; and the free spaces on the walls were filled with pictures and framed newspaper clips with both Chucho and Javier, some of them were in spanish; there were books resting on almost every surface: the fireplace mantelpiece, a cornered bookshelf behind a lamp, an end table next to one of the armchairs.

On the wall above the fireplace there was a mounted alligator gar fish you actually stopped to look at.

“What?” Javier turned to look at you, following your gaze and standing up straighter.

“Did your dad–‌”

“Yeah,” he cut you off. You looked at him and saw him with his proud smirk adorning his face “Carlos has been here since I was a kid,” he explained and you snorted “what?”

“His name is Carlos?” you asked between a tight laugh that helped ease you in, he nodded a few times, enjoying the sound of your laugh so close to him instead of in his mind “you named him, right?” Javier smiled and shook his head.

“My mom did.” he replied. Your laughter stopped, and you scrunched up your nose.

“Sorry.” you muttered almost cautiously. Which he noticed.

“Don’t do that.” he stepped close to you.

“Do what?” you asked him, widening your eyes as if he had caught you stealing Carlos.

“Loosen up,” his hand slid from your hand up your arm and rested on your shoulder, he squeezed it softly and kneaded the flesh a few times “you’re not with a stranger.”

“But you are.” you replied in a whisper before you could stop yourself, Javier licked his lower lip and cupped your face with both hands, leaning to leave a soft kiss on your mouth.

“Am I?” he turned around and kept guiding you through the house.

You frowned at his response. Did he forget? It was as if the hug you had shared a few minutes before had made him forget the entirety of the time you didn’t even talk and you started feeling anxious about it. You didn’t like not knowing, and even when he turned left into a hallway which was filled with more framed pictures of him and his dad and some older pictures of him with more people; you felt the urge to ask him if there was something else hidden behind that smile you loved, but you weren’t expecting to receive.

You crossed the threshold of a room you immediately recognized as his; it smelled like him; the bed was poorly made and there was a thick brown book resting on top of the left pillow.

“You sleep here,” he said. You looked at the bed and turned to him “I’ll take the couch.”

“Are you crazy?” you shook your head “this is your room, I can sleep on the couch I don’t care.”

Javier stood there for a moment, not looking at you, he sighed heavily and walked to sit on the edge of the bed, dropping the letter on the nightstand.

“What the fuck are we doing?” he mumbled, leaning to rest his arms on his knees and his face on one hand.

“What do you mean?” you stood where he left you and fidgeted with your unoccupied hands.

“We’re dancing ‘round each other,” he scoffed, shaking his head, “why?” he asked as he turned his head to gaze at you.

You didn’t move but took his eyes in and the way he was looking at you that was hauntingly different from the ones you were used to get from him.

“I don’t know,” you sighed out, dropping your eyes to the carpeted floor as you tried to analyze your own feelings “I feel like…” you started and saw him out of the corner of your eye shift on the bed towards you “I don’t deserve this, y’know?” your eyes were stuck to the fibers of the carpet and you felt his brown gaze on your body as you tried to put the mess of feelings that was churning inside your gut into words “I don’t know why you’re taking me in, why do you want me to stay?”

Javier saw you lift your face to him and he sighed when he saw your eyes filled with tears again, he stood from the bed and all but strode to you, his hands immediately found their home on your waist and he shivered at the way you sighed when you felt him close to you.

“You forgot what I did to you?” you asked, your eyes on him and Javier felt your eyes staring deeply inside him.

“No,” he replied “but you’re here, you’re here when I thought I’d never see you again,” he shrugged slightly and you shook your head “and we can work all this out.” he let out on a breath.

“Work this out?” you questioned in a whisper, Javier nodded “we haven’t seen each other in five months, wha–‌what does work this out mean?”

Javier gulped and realized he didn't know exactly what it meant.

And you were there, having doubts about the whole ordeal already.

“You don’t know, do you?” you asked him as your hands slid up to his chest and he shook his head no twice.

“Look,” he whispered out, trying to get you closer to him “I’ve been trying to process everything, and…” he pursed his lips trying to find the words inside his head, “and I realized none of it matters to me anymore.” he muttered.

You looked at him hesitantly, Javier recognized the insecure look in your eyes from earlier and from the last days you two had shared in Bogotá.

He hated that you weren’t saying anything; he despised not knowing what you were thinking because your face wasn’t giving him any hints; it was blank, and there were just jots and iotas of what looked like random emotions to him. He wanted to ask, but he knew you had to think about everything as well.

The silence was warm and heavy with anticipation and doubt, and he wanted nothing else but to light up a cigarette and cover it with nicotine smoke.

He was holding your body; his hands resting on your waist as his thumbs smeared the fabric of your shirt around your skin. You were there, but you weren’t.

“Where did you go?” he asked, his deep timber low and intrigued.

You doubted a bit, biting your lip as you formed your abstracts into shapes inside your head, he looked so sure of everything; he looked at you like you were the one that hung the bright stars on the dark sky you were wishing to grasp minutes earlier, and you felt it wrong.

“It doesn’t make sense,” you mumbled out, to nothing and to the heavy silence and to yourself, Javier narrowed his eyes “I hurt you,” you said, nodding once, as if emphasizing it “I lied to you,” you nodded again and Javier mimicked the action “I hid things from you bu–‌but I’m here, for some reason?” you shrug your shoulders in confusion and Javier huffed, frustrated.

Javier wasn’t sure of what the future looked like for either of you, but he understood that doubt you were letting out, he had felt it for a long time and he wanted to get rid of it; he remembered your earlier words of seeking closure, and he imagined how confusing it must be.

He wanted to show you how much you were wanted, but knowing you, he had to say it out loud.

“Let’s talk,” he muttered “we’re not talking, and we need to,” you blinked a few times while his words sank into you, you nodded and let him guide you to the bed, he gestured for you to sit and he sat next to you on the mattress “but first I need you to stop walking on eggshells.”

“I’m not walking on eggshells.” you furrowed your brow.

“Yes you are,” he whispered, leaning his face to you “you're hesitating, where is that woman that called out my shit as she saw it?”

You dropped your eyes to the floor and felt them fill with tears, Javier pinched your chin lightly and moved your head for you to see him.

“I have no idea where she is, Javi,” you muttered as two tears escaped from your eyes, he brushed them off with his other hand, “I think she left, or maybe she never existed,” you sniffed “I have no idea who I am.”

Javier looked into your watery eyes and, as more tears slid through your cheeks, he understood another nuance of you, the weight of what the two of you had lived, together and on your own, not only harmed him. It harmed you too in more than one way; and he had been blinded by his own pain that he just didn’t think about yours.

“Let me tell you who you are,” he said “you are a smart woman, that fears nothing and if she does she doesn’t let anyone know it,” his hands cupped your face as more tears fell “you are funny,” the corner of his mouth lifted and you scoffed “and you’re beautiful in a way I don’t understand,” his thumb started drawing small circles on the skin of your cheek “you put up with me and I don’t know how, I’m the most difficult bastard I know,” he let out a soft chuckle and you smiled at him “you are restless and brave…”

“I’m not.” you shook your head, Javier brushed your lips closed with a thumb.

“Strong and driven, so damn stubborn you just refuse to look at what I’m doing.” he let out.

“What?” you frowned again in confusion and Javier smiled softly at you.

“I hugged you,” he muttered and mimicked the nodding of his head you directed to him before “I kissed you, I escorted you personally to my room and you still think I don’t want you here.”

“I don’t deserve it.” you whispered against his thumb.

Javier looked at you and tried to dig up with his gaze the feeling that was keeping you from being that woman he had fallen in love with; your tear-filled eyes that looked at everything and at nothing at the same time, your trembling lower lip, your hushed voice tone that was so different and so far away from that tone you commanded and demanded respect with when he met you.

He found it ironic how much the tables had turned in so little time.

“You’re right,” he let out, dragging his thumb from your lips to your cheeks “we don’t deserve it,” he shook his head a few times “this?” he aimed his head around and sighed “it’s too good for both of us,” you nodded and rolled your eyes slightly, he was right, “but I think we’ve earned the right to be selfish, don’t you?”

His words sank inside you like a pebble on a calm lake and eased little by little that uncontrollable cyclone that were your emotions; how was he so right?

“Who are you and what did you do to Javier Peña?” you asked him, making him chuckle again.

“I’m me, baby,” he muttered, and you felt your breath hitch at the endearment “renewed and a bit patched up.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” you mumbled out, Javier took your head and made you look at him.

“I know, stop saying that, I know.” he sighed and leaned towards you, leaving another soft kiss on your lips.

“I think I’m gonna spend the rest of my time making it up to you.” you whispered against his lips and he smiled.

“The rest of it?” he teased. You bit your lip and nodded.

“Every minute.”

“You don’t have to,” he sat back and dropped his hands from your face, taking one of yours and gripping it tightly. His eyes fell to your intertwined fingers “just be here.”

“Javier,” you called out, and he looked at you “how do I know you won’t resent me for this?”

“You don’t,” he let out, you let out the air that was trapped in your lungs “I don’t either,” you saw him shrug and smirk at you “let’s just hope it doesn’t happen.”

“Fuck,” you chuckled out, he smiled at you and you sighed in relief “I love you.”

Javier’s face fell for the total amount to two seconds that felt like two hours when you saw his smile fade into a wide-eyed, surprised grin.

Your heart was beating at the rhythm of a racehorse’s gallop, but you didn’t take it back, you couldn’t, after showing him and after doing what you did, you couldn’t just erase it because it was true.

And saying it, to him, out loud, made your body feel as light as a falling leaf.

“Good to know,” he let out, his lips curving in a half open smile you had seen exactly once in all the time you knew him “because I love you too.”

As soon as he said it Javier took your hands and pulled you flush to his chest. A soft yelp escaped your mouth because of the force, and your arms instantly wrapped themselves around his shoulders. He hid his face inside the crook of your neck and you felt a shiver roam up and down your back when he inhaled you in.

“This’s nice.” his voice was muffled by your skin and the fabric of your shirt, you huffed.

“It is.” you whispered, laying your head on his shoulder and sighing again contentedly.

“Are you tired?” he asked without moving and you nodded “you wanna sleep?” he asked again and you nodded a second time.

“Will you sleep here?” you mumbled, closing your eyes as his essence and the warmth of his body mingled with yours and settled inside you.

“You want me to?”

“I’d love you to.”

Your phrase seemed to wake him up from the temporal slumber your embrace had put him into and he helped you stand up from the bed; he said nothing as he walked to his closet on the corner of the room, grabbed a white t-shirt and handed it to you.

“The bathroom is just getting out of the hallway, if you wanna change there,” he said with a slight shrug, and you let out a giggle, as if he didn’t know already every inch of your body “I’m serious.”

“I know you are.” you said, walking towards the black desk on the opposite corner of his room and leaving the t-shirt on the surface, taking off your shoes.

Javier rolled his eyes as he turned around and pulled down the bedsheets, he grabbed the book from the pillow to rest on his nightstand. He took the letter he had dropped there first and turned to find you taking off your jeans, already wearing his shirt.

You looked at him and gave him a soft smile as he walked towards the desk, opened one of the small drawers and tossed the letter inside.

“You should burn that.” you teased.

“Never.” he teased back, stealing another chuckle out of you. He walked around you towards his closet and started pulling off his clothes.

“I like that shirt.” you went to the bed and sat back on the edge. He looked down at the red fabric and then shook his head.

“‘S yours if you want it.”

“Mhm,” you hummed in feigned consideration “looks better on you,” he smiled as he slid the shirt off his shoulders, “you still sleep on the right side?” you asked, turning back to the bed, smiling as your eyes landed on his nightstand and recognized the book he was reading: Cien años de soledad… your copy.

“Yeah.”

“You stole my book.” you turned to him as he was finishing putting on pajama pants.

“What?”

“I lent you that book,” you pointed back at the nightstand with your thumb “you sneaky asshole,” you teased and he started laughing in silence, walking towards you “I’m gonna steal it back.”

Javier grabbed your hand from your lap and pulled you to stand up, his hands wrapped your waist as he stopped laughing and your hands landed on his naked chest.

“You were right, though,” he muttered, leaving a kiss on your cheek “I needed to read some fiction.”

“I still can’t believe you never read it.” you teased him, tracing his collarbone with your fingers.

Silence fell upon you again as he rested his lips on the skin of your cheekbone. But, as most things that day, it turned back into a comfortable, lighter silence that was miles and miles away from the ones you had shared in Colombia.

Everything there was so different than it was before but you knew, deep inside, that it wasn’t a bad turn; and it made you think that maybe, the time you two spent apart, as horrid, painful and rough as it was; was needed.

He couldn’t seem to bring himself to stop touching you, his hands had missed the texture of your skin and the warmth of your body, Javier moved his hands only to let you lay down on the bed next to him, he turned off the lights and almost immediately, brought you back to him, your chest resting on his side, your head resting on his chest, the skin on skin contact was doing wonders to him and he knew he wouldn’t need anything else as long as you gave him permission to touch you.

“They offered me México.” he mumbled out, breaking the tranquil, dark silence you were snuggling under as his hand rested on your rib side.

“What?” you asked, turning your head on his chest to face him.

“After Cali, when I resigned, they offered me México.” he said, you frowned.

“That’s ironic.”

“Yeah.”

“You would’ve hated it.” you said, your fingers tracing shapeless figures on his skin.

“Why?”

“They made it a hellhole.” you shrugged slightly and his chest rose with the deep breath he took.

“Would’ya ever tell me ‘bout your time there?” he asked softly, bringing you closer to him.

“Yeah, at some point,” he hummed in response, “your dad called me Florecita.”

“Uhm, yeah.” he let out.

“Why? you didn’t tell him my name?” you asked him softly.

“I did… but the nickname kinda stuck.” he huffed. You squinted to study his features in the dark and saw him smirk.

“You called me that, right? when you talked to him?” you questioned teasingly “is that the nickname you gave me?” he nodded, and you rolled your eyes.

“You don’t like it?” he teased back.

“I mean…” you hesitated, knowing he’d tease you “I kinda do,” he laughed, and you slapped his pectoral softly “shut up.” you hid your face in his chest.

“Ay, mi florecita.” (my little flower)

“Don’t call me that.” you said in fake chastisement and he kissed the crown of your head.

He chuckled and the soft movement of his chest and the sound of his silent breathing lulled you to sleep.

For the first time in months, you fell asleep with ease.

That night Javier slept better than he had in ten years.

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nextdoor-neighbors · 3 years

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What Friends Are For

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Request: Hi! Idk if you’re taking requests but I got this idea and it won’t leave my head lol: reader is best friends with the twins and/or closest to George (like platonic soulmates) and wants to lose their virginity so George is basically like “yeah sure I can help you out, what are friends for?”

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Smut, language

A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone for a bit guys, but here’s this, I hope you all enjoy! It’s been a while since I’ve written a George one!

You were the last virgin in your friend group.

You hadn’t told anyone, mostly because you were slightly embarrassed. So, your friends were just under the impression that you’d hooked up with someone one night and lost your virginity, but wouldn’t tell them who.

It’s not that you didn’t want to have sex. You did. It was just the matter of finding someone to have sex with that was difficult.

But one night, the pieces finally come together, as you sit with your best friend, George Weasley, in his dorm. The rest of his roommates and your friends are out, but Merlin knows where. You guess that Angelina and Fred are probably off hooking up somewhere, because when Fred wasn’t with you and George, he was always with her. Not that it bothered you; you’ve always enjoyed alone time with George. The two of you had always been closer than you and Fred, because George always seemed to understand you better. You’re convinced that he knows you better than you know yourself.

Now, you lay on his bed with him as he reads to you (an activity that you always kept from Fred, knowing he’d tease you endlessly about it), but your mind is elsewhere. You’re more focused on how close you are to him in this tiny bed, how your arms are pressed together, and how you can feel his body heat.

An idea pops into your head, and the second it’s there, you know it’s not going to leave.

“George,” you say, abruptly.

He stops reading and glances over at you.

“Yeah?”

“I wanna lose my virginity.”

You prop yourself up on your elbow so you can turn to look at George better. A look of confusion crosses his face, his eyebrows furrowing.

“You said you already-”

“I lied,” you admit, “because I was embarrassed that I was the only one in our friend group that hasn’t had sex yet. And since you guys talk it up so much, I just... I don’t know.”

George sets the book on his nightstand and turns his body to face yours. There was no denying how attractive he is, and plus, he’s probably the person you trust most in the world. What better person to get some experience from?

“You didn't have to lie, Y/N,” George says softly, “we wouldn’t have judged you because of it, or anything, if that’s what you were worried about.”

He reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, which, any other time, you wouldn’t think twice about. But now - with these thoughts of losing your virginity to George on your mind - the simple gesture takes your full attention.

“I want to, though. Lose my virginity. And-” you continue, knowing George, “not just to fit in, or whatever you’re thinking. Because I want to experience it.”

George pulls his lower lip in with his teeth, and you know him well enough to know that he does that when he's thinking about something.

“I mean...”

You wait for him to continue, not wanting to jump the gun, but you somehow just know that the two of you are thinking the same thing. You usually are, after all.

“I could...I could help you out?”

You can’t help but smile nervously. “Are you sure?”

George returns your smile, looking much more at ease than you feel. “Yeah, what are friends for?”

You laugh, but it’s quickly cut off by George pressing his lips against yours. You make a soft noise of pleasure against his mouth as you scoot closer to him, wrapping the arm that’s not propping you up around his neck and sliding your fingers into his hair. His hand finds your waist and grips it tightly, his fingers digging into your skin.

He half rolls so that he’s on top of you, pressing his body down against yours so that you can feel practically every inch of him.

His mouth leaves yours, kissing and sucking alone your jawline and neck. You tilt your head back to give him better access, pleasure flooding your body. You feel yourself growing more wet by the second as his tongue traces your collarbone and his hands slide under and up your shirt.

George pulls away, sitting up, and you worry that something’s wrong until he says,

“Take your shirt off.”

You immediately listen to his command, removing your shirt as he does the same. You take a moment to look at his toned chest, the freckles spattered over his pale skin. He gazes at you in return, eyes searching your body before he makes eye contact with you again.

“If at any point you want to stop, Y/N-”

You shake your head. “I want this, George.”

A small smirk forms on his lips as he moves his attention to your lower half, pulling at your skirt. He tosses it aside, leaving you in your bra and underwear. He drags his fingers down your stomach and along the hem of your panties teasingly.

“George,” you whimper, bucking your hips up towards his hand.

“What?” he says, innocently, that smirk still on his face as his hand finally slips under your panties, his fingers teasing your entrance.

You let out a moan as he pushes a finger inside of you.

“You’re so wet already,” he murmurs, his other hand coming to rest on your thigh, gripping it tightly as he begins pumping his finger in and out of you.

“Fuck,” you say, tilting your head back at the pleasure, but George’s hand leaves your thigh and wraps around your neck.

“Look at me,” George demands, adding another finger, so you do exactly that, meeting his eyes. Between the eye contact, his hand around your neck, and his long fingers curling inside of you, the pleasure is almost too much to handle, building inside of you and spreading down your legs.

Much to your disappointment, George takes his fingers out of you and lets go of your neck. He begins to get off the bed, undoing his belt. Your eyes are glued to his bulge straining against his pants, because you can already tell that he's big, which is confirmed once he pulls down his pants and boxers in one move, his erection springing free.

“You’re so big,” you say, and you can’t help but wonder how you’re going to take him.

He grins, joining you back on the bed and straddling your legs, pulling your panties down and tossing those to side, just as he did with your skirt.

“I’ll be gentle. If it hurts, let me know, and I’ll stop, okay?” George says, guiding your legs, pushing them up so that your knees are up and your feet are planted firmly on the bed. He pushes your thighs apart, looking you over a few times.

“You’re gorgeous, Y/N. Absolutely stunning. I say that in the most friendly way possibly, by the way.” He winks at you as he positions himself at your entrance.

You can’t help but giggle. “Right. Of course.”

He leans down to kiss you, hard and passionate, before beginning to push himself inside of you. You gasp at the sensation, at how big he is, and how he fills up every inch of you. It definitely hurts, due to his size, but you don’t want him to stop.

“Fuuuck, Y/N,” he groans, “you’re so tight.”

He pauses, once he’s mostly inside of you, letting you adjust to him.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice quiet and strained.

“Yeah, George, keep going.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He starts slow, trying to be as gentle as possible as you get used to him, but quickly begins increasing speed. He lets out groans and grunts as he thrusts into you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You clutch at him, digging your nails in his back.

“Fuck, George-”

“You feel so good, Y/N-”

You feel yourself edging closer and closer to orgasm, and judging by George’s less controlled thrusts, you guess that he is, too.

“I’m close, George,” you whimper.

“So am I,” he breathes, “Cum for me, princess.”

After a few more thrusts, you release, the pleasure shooting through your body. You let out a loud moan, and George finishes shortly after, inside of you, groaning into your skin.

He pulls out of you, slowly, and grins at you as he looks you over, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“What do you think?”

You smile back, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him. He looks gorgeous like this: flushed, hair messy.

“Are you asking for a post-sex rating, Weasley?”

He laughs, pushing himself off the bed to grab his shirt off the floor, which he tosses at you. You don’t hesitate to put it on, laying back down after you do so.

“Yes, Y/L/N, I am. If you have any critiques, I’ll gladly hear those, too. Anything to improve my game.” He winks at you before grabbing his pants and pulling them back up.

You laugh. If you were being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t mind doing that again, with George. After all, it’s just a friend helping out another friend.

Right?

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gyll-yee-haw · 4 years

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The Assistant

Quentin Beck smut

Prompt (requested): Quentin finds out that his cute new assistant (the one who loves to tease and be a little brat to him) is a virgin... and he's got plans for her.

Warnings: lots of teasing and dirty talk, idk if it has more degradation or praising, I like to mix it lol.... mentions of losing your virginity, unprotected sex and a surprisingly soft daddy Quentin

Like 3k words

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From the minute you stepped into that lab, you had Quentin's attention.

He thought you were the prettiest little thing he had ever seen, but he couldn't allow distractions, so he never really gave you too much attention, just left you there doing your job.

The thing is that you were brilliant at it. There was no way he could ignore your presence.

As time passed, you kept impressing him… And he became kinda obsessed with you.

He thought about you more than he should.

He got jealous whenever he saw another employee talking to you (maybe they mysteriously got fired after).

So he asked one of your coworkers to get really close to you., and find out as many information as possible from you. Like what you liked to do on your free time, what were your ambitions… or if you were single. If he found out you weren't, there's nothing he wouldn't do for you to be.

But he didn't have to waste any time on planning something against your partner's life cause you didn't have one, and he was relieved to hear that.

But those aren't even the best news he got that day

He also heard from your coworker after a small party you attended to that weekend (with a little drinking and a few games) that you were still a virgin. He lost his mind at the thought of you being his and ONLY his. No other man had ever had the privilege to touch you.

Now he had to make you his.

So you were promoted to his personal assistant.

You were thrilled. Not only because you got a better job, but you had this HUGE admiration for Quentin, and being able to get closer to him was amazing.

On the first days, he just showered you in questions. And the better he knew you, the more fascinated he grew.

But you were a little confused. Didn't seem right for your boss to be asking so many personal questions. Sometimes, his questions seemed to have a double meaning. And you knew Quentin was way too smart to not notice that. So the only way you had to find out what he really wanted was playing his game.

One day, you were at his office, and both of you were minding your own business, but you decided that the teasing would start that day.

So your eyes focused on him until he noticed it, and when he looked back at you, they would quickly go back to your computer.

One time was enough to make him suspicious, but after the third one, he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Do you need anything?" He asked, making your heart race.

Pissing him off was exciting, but you knew it was also very dangerous.

"No, sir, I'm sorry." You lied, without taking your eyes off your computer screen.

You started slowly. That was only the first day. On the next ones, you started going a little further. Like smiling at him when he caught you staring. Or asking your own suggestive questions.

Like this one time, when you walked into his office and walked towards his desk, standing beside it until he finally acknowledged your presence.

"Can I help you?" He sighed, looking at you. He was getting tired of your games. He was so confused. You looked pretty innocent by the way you answered to his questions, but there was something in your eyes that made him doubt that.

"Yes, Mr. Beck." You bit your lip, trying to control your smirk as you carefully planned your next words. "I was wondering if I look okay to you."

He raised his eyebrows and waited for you to explain yourself, so you continued:

"I mean… now that I'm your assistant, people will see me next to you all the time. I know you never mentioned anything, sir, but do you think the way I dress is okay?"

That was the first time in a while someone left him speechless like that.

"I appreciate how much you care about your job, Y/N." He finally replied. "If you're worried about that, I could get you some money to buy new clothes."

You didn't expect that at all, you were just teasing him.

"Thank you, sir… but does that mean you don't think I'm pretty now?" You used a sweet, sad tone.

"No, I think you're so fucking pretty." He looked at your body in a way that made you a little shy. "And I don't really care what you're wearing. If you want my sincere opinion, honey, you should wear a lot less than that."

You pressed your thighs together at those words. This was all about driving HIM crazy, but he always found a way to be on control. And he noticed how he made you feel, of course he did.

"You look so eager to be a great assistant." He chuckled darkly. "You would do anything I asked you to, wouldn't you?"

You nodded with no hesitation.

"Good girl." He smiled and caressed you cheek with his finger. "Go back to work, then."

You were in shock. You were frozen beside him trying to process everything. You wanted him so bad, you wouldn't be able to focus on work now. But you walked back to your desk, cause what other choice did you have?

Well, you weren't giving up now.

On the very next day, every single pair of eyes landed on you when you walked into that building.

You were wearing the shortest skirt you could find. And one of those shirts that were a little transparent, with a cute little lace bra under it. Red lipstick. It was impossible not to look.

Quentin was furious. He was possessive, and now everyone was talking about "his girl".

5 minutes after you arrived you were already yelled at. He wanted you in his office. Immediately.

When you walked in, you shivered at his state. He was so angry, and he always looked so hot like that. Sitting on his chair, a hand closed on a fist on his table, his eyes looking at a distant spot… you could almost see that inside his head there was nothing but madness.

"What do you think you're doing?" He sighed, trying to control his anger. "Why are you dressed like that?"

"Well, sir… yesterday you said that you wanted me to wear less clothes. I just wanted to please you."

"Please me?" He thought for a second. "Come closer."

Seemed like a pretty dangerous thing to do, but there was no turning back now.

When you got close enough, he pulled you by the arm, forcing you to sit on his lap, which made you gasp.

"I know you're not stupid, Y/N. I wouldn't be interested in you if you were." He said, running his hand through your thigh. "So why are you doing this? Do you want attention?"

"Yes, sir." You bit your lip as his hand travelled now between your thighs.

"You wanted my attention?" He chuckled. "Well, but I don't want other people looking at my things. Wanting my things…"

He was treating you like just another prize he won and you couldn't understand why you were okay with that. Or why you would be anything he wanted you to be.

"Maybe I should fire you." He said, placing a kiss on the back of your neck.

"No, sir, please… I can be useful to you." You begged.

"I know you can. And you will." He said as his hand got closer and closer to where you needed it, but never actually there.

You were on fire, you just wanted to rub yourself on his thigh, but you were afraid to move unless he asked you to.

"Now come on." He said, forcing you to stand up. "Let's go to your place. We'll get you changed."

"I don't want to go." You muttered.

"Excuse me?" He raised his eyebrows.

"We have work to do." You explained. "And there is nothing wrong with the way I am dressed."

He immediately grabbed you by the neck and said: "We are going to your place right now."

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You were thrilled. One more time. Life beside Quentin was never boring.

The drive back to your place was silent. Your eyes were glued to the way he was holding the wheel a lot tighter than he had to. His forearms were so tense. Absolutely beautiful.

The moment you walked into your place, you went directly to your bedroom and he followed you.

"Do I have to change in front of you?" You asked sarcastically. "To make sure you'll approve it?"

"Enough." He sighed. "Why are you acting like a fucking brat? You used to be such a good girl for me…"

You didn't have an answer to give him. Cause you wanted attention? Not really, you had that already. You were doing that simply because it was fun.

"You know what? You don't have to go back with me. You're fired."

"No, sir, don't do that, please!" Your eyes widened. "I'm so sorry, just give me a chance, I will be good again, I promise…"

"I don't usually give people a second chance, you know that." He shrugged. "But it would be a shame to lose you, I have to admit that."

His eyes traveled your body as he walked in circles, trying to make up his mind. You were paralyzed. Not that you were obsessed with your job, but you kinda were with your boss. You knew he wouldn't want to see you ever again.

"I will give you one last chance…" He decided. "If you prove that you're loyal to me. Not to the company, to me. You know you're over qualified to be only an assistant… and I have bigger plans for you."

"I would do anything for you, sir." You nodded eagerly.

"Now that's my good girl." He chuckled and stood in front of you. He leaned closer and placed his hand on your cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb. "My pretty girl."

That man had some kind of power over you that didn't allow you to think straight. Even when you thought you could play him, he found a way to be on control. All you knew was that you wanted him as bad as he wanted you. And before you could think twice, you enjoyed the proximity to kiss him.

You thought he would push you away and leave you there alone and needy, but the fact was that he was holding himself back since the minute you walked into his office that day. So he kissed you back. It was a hungry, messy kiss. His hands quickly went to your waist and pulled you against his body.

He guided you towards your bed without breaking the kiss.

"Not exactly what I had in mind." He chuckled. "But you never fooled me. I always knew you weren't innocent."

You lay on your bed and he climbed on top of you.

"Mr. Beck…" You got a little nervous when you realized how far things had gone. "I have never done this before."

"I know, baby." He said on his sweetest tone. "But I'm gonna take care of you, okay? I'll be good for you. There's no need to be scared. Also, there's no need to call me Mr. Beck here. Call me whatever you want, okay?"

You hesitated for a second, then you whispered the most innocent "daddy" he had ever heard in his entire life.

"Fuck, what did you just say?" He grabbed your chin and forced you to repeat it right to his face, to make sure it was real.

"Can I call you daddy?" You asked nervously.

"God fucking damnit, Y/N." He visibly lost his mind. "Now you can't call me anything else ever again."

"Daddy." You smiled at the effect that little word had on him.

"Yes, babygirl." He slid his hand under your skirt, but this time he didn't tease as much as before, stroking you over your underwear. "Now daddy's gonna make you feel so good."

You bit your lip and nodded. That could be considered a permission for him to do whatever he wanted to you.

So he helped you remove all of your clothes. He removed his shirt too, but he had to stop and take a moment to admire you. No man in the world had ever looked at you like that. With that much lust. That look on his eyes alone would be enough to make you want him, but the sigh of his shirtless chest was something else too.

His hands travelled your body and ended up on your chest, and he decided to dedicate a few minutes to your boobs.

You were starting to think that he planned on fucking you back in his office, but he changed his mind cause he wanted to take his time with you. So ending up in your bedroom had absolutely nothing to do with the clothes you were wearing. Actually, Quentin would love to show you off. He was only mad cause you turned him on that much at the wrong place and time.

But part of you wished he would have finished this at his office, because you couldn't stand this anymore. He played with your nipples until you were desperate for him to fuck you.

"Daddy, please." You begged, pressing your thighs together.

"Please, what?" He smirked at your state.

"Need you inside me so bad." You admitted.

"Do you, honey?" His hands left your boobs and went to your thighs, forcing them open. His fingers started to stroke your folds and you gasped. "Fuck, babygirl. You really do. Look at how fucking wet you are. All for me."

He shoved two fingers inside you at once, making you moan loudly.

"So thigh, princess. Can't wait to stretch you open with my cock. Is that what you want?" He asked, and you nodded eagerly. "Beg for it just a little more. You wouldn't have to if you weren't such a little brat earlier... now you have to earn it."

"I'm sorry, daddy." Your hips bucked as he rubbed your clit so hard. "I won't be a brat anymore, I will be good now."

"Hm." He muttered uninterested and kept rubbing you.

"Daddy… I'm gonna-" You started to feel your orgasm building in your belly because of how good he was touching you and the things he was saying.

"No, you're not." He stopped everything. The look of betrayal on your face was hilarious to him. "Not until you beg."

"Please, daddy, please." You obeyed. "I need your cock, I promise I'll be loyal to you forever, but please…"

He didn't want to give up so soon. Maybe it was because of the tears in your eyes, or that fact that he was painfully hard that made him break.

But you were relieved when you saw him taking off the rest of his clothes. And you couldn't even describe how you felt when you saw his cock.

He placed it on your entrance and started to kiss you again, before he finally entered you. You cried out from pain and pleasure. He started to move slowly.

"Daddy is always gonna give you what you need, as long as you deserve it, honey." He told you as he kissed your neck. "Tell me how you're feeling."

"So big, daddy, so good." You smiled at him. "So good."

"You sound so dumb right now, you little slut." He chuckled.

That was definitely the last thing you expected sex with Quentin to be like. So smiley. Sweet on it's own way. Maybe because it was your first time. Maybe he had a heart after all.

After he was sure you were ready, he started going faster and harder. It was heaven. Didn't take too long for your to feel your orgasm building from where it was brutally interrupted before.

"Daddy, please… can I cum now?" You begged, which pleased him very much. He didn't even have to ask this time.

"Yes, babygirl, cum on daddy's cock before I fill you up, come on." He told you.

The thought of him coming inside you was enough to bring you to the edge. You came so hard, because you needed that for so long. Quentin couldn't decide what was hotter: your face, your moans or the way you held him tightly while your walls clenched around him.

And he kept his promise, spilling himself inside of you a few seconds later.

He kept his cock inside you and brought his hand to your face, caressing it slowly.

"I'm your first and the only man you'll ever have." He whispered. "You're mine now. You were mine since the day you walked into that office for the first time."

"I'm yours." You agreed. "And you're my daddy."

"Right, I'm your daddy." He chuckled. "I have huge plans for you, babygirl…"

#quentin beck #quentin beck x reader #quentin beck smut #quentin beck x you #quentin beck imagine #quentin beck fanfiction #Mysterio #mysterio x reader #mysterio smut #mysterio x you #mysterio x y/n #mysterio imagine #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal x reader

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sixeyesgojo · 3 years

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Team Gojo as flowers

Summary: Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara and Sukuna as types of flowers

Characters: stated above

Content warning: mild manga spoilers

Word count: -

A/N: I’d appreciate feedback here (and in general) because I’m not sure whether to do this kind of hc for other JJK characters or not. I am thinking of Toge in particular because I love my salmon boy. Also fyi, this was some time after 135 but before 140 for sure.

Gojo Satoru - Nemophila

I just saw these and immediately thought about how good they would suit him???

another name for them would be baby blue eyes (no, I had no idea beforehand)

they symbolize prosperity, victory, success or triumph over an enemy

flashback to Gojo beating Jogo tf up... but add a nemophila field in the background <3

That being said, his profile literally states that he is perfect in every way (except for his personality but we still love that, right?), so if this isn't success in every way then idk

This flower's essence is also said to be helpful for those who put up a mask over their painful sensitivity

Gojo also displays characteristics of cynism and mistrust towards the higher-ups

Furthermore, I think he is a little anti-social - doesn't have a lot of friends. As someone from the secret Jujutsu World, he's bound to be hidden in a way. This is enforced by the fact that he is the strongest, so a lot of people and curses are out to get his head. I'd think he doesn't keep anyone too close to him so that they do not become a target for anyone. Must be traumatizing to be him.

This flower helps soothen the soul's conflict, healing it slowly, which is exactly what Gojo needs imo

it really is the perfect flower for him

but it's native to North America

Yeah, watch him teleport there to bring back a bouquet of them for his s/o

Itadori Yuji - Protea (orange)

This kind of flower comes in many different shapes, which is why it's a symbol of transformation, which is exactly what Yuji embodies by going from a regular human being to being a Jujutsu sorcerer

Diversity: Yuji is open to anything, Gojo even described him as "having a few screws loose up there". I don't even think he questions how he is being taught by Gojo or anything for that matter?

Yuji also embodies courage and is known to be daring and i don't think i need to explain this one further

I mean, the boy literally jumped right into a curse to rescue Sasaki and Iguchi and help Megumi while not even knowing what a curse is

Orange proteas represent cheerfulness, joy and happiness - if that isn't our sunshine boy, then idk. After what happened to Junpei, he seemed a little down at first but recent episodes have shown that he will not slow down because of that and will keep on being the energetic fluffball of joy that he is.

moreover, they also symbolize unlimited possibilities as his cursed technique so far probably isn't even his final technique yet - compared to Nobara's hammer and Megumi's shikigami. All we know is that Sukuna's techniques are going to be his over time but we don't even know the full extent of the said curse's power yet

If anyone ever mentioned all this to him and showed him the flower, he would think it looks weird at first but will grow to find it interesting (especially the shape). It's not like the flower is native to Japan, so he most likely wouldn't have seen it anywhere.

Gets really excited if you were to give this baby one of these flowers

Fushiguro Megumi - Anemone (purple)

hear me out

The most common symbol for the purple Anemone is 'protection against evil'. While it's Megumi's primary focus in his line of work as a professional, you ought to know he became a sorcerer in the first place because of his sister, Tsukimi.

Fragility: While Megumi shows a lot of potential for growth, it's also said that he will most likely stagnate due to the mental aspect. He's pretty insecure about his own abilities and doesn't think much of himself but that doesn't mean he won't use his powers in order to protect someone.

Anticipation: As previously stated, Megumi shows a lot of potential as a sorcerer, even to the point that Sukuna (mind you, the creature that only cares about himself) has praised him and will not hesitate to make Megumi a pawn to whatever his big, mysterious plans may be. With that being said, if Sukuna himself is interested in our blue-haired boy, we can anticipate great things from Megumi in the foreseeable future.

This specific flower seems to be a double-edged sword in terms of symbolism. In some cultural circles, it is believed to be a symbol of bad luck, whereas in other areas it's seen as a lucky charm (in which we hope this is the one for our boy). I see the same principle applying to Megumi's descent and his mysterious technique - not gonna elaborate further though (feel free to ask though)

a rather dark symbol for this particular flower: "death of a loved one". In this case, I am referring to Tsukimi, his step-sister. She may not be dead but it is indicated that she is in a comatose state due to being cursed. It seems that Megumi does not know when - or rather whether - she will wake up or not. Knowing this boy, he probably has tried anything and everything in his power to wake her up (hell, he probably even consulted Gojo) but nothing worked so far. This poor boy is anxious about it all the time.

he's surprised anyone would even associate him with flowers but wouldn't mind it

Kugisaki Nobara - Orchid (mainly orange)

I had some trouble finding something for her but orchids seem to suit her best

couldn't really pick a particular color though but I am leaning towards orange

orange orchids represent: pride, enthusiasm and boldness

Nobara is very proud of who she is. She strikes me as a person who is not afraid to tell her story, even though she despices the countryside where she is from. She also takes pride in staying true to herself all the time, to the point of admitting that she only enrolled in Jujutsu High so that she could move to Tokyo to Yuji, who was basically a stranger at that time

She is also very enthusiastic about her own future. She knows she won't ever like having to exorcise curses but somehow, being a Jujutsu sorcerer excites her.

plus points for her being enthusiastic about winning in the Kyoto Goodwill Event Arc and just beating up the Kyoto students

I don't need to mention her being enthusiastic about shopping and sightseeing in big cities, do I?

Bold? Oh, she is bold. She has no filter when it comes to speaking her mind and would never hesitate to put anyone in their place. I see her going places in Gojo's revolution... and cussing at the superiors.

Yellow symbolizes new beginnings and friendships. Nobara does not have any problems making new friends, she adapts fairly well in new environments. There's also the way she mourned for Yuji, despite "only knowing him for two weeks" and I don't even doubt for a second that it was her making him hold the black funeral picture frame when he came back lol

Pink: grace, femininity, joy + purple: royalty and admiration

There is no doubt that Nobara tries to enjoy her life to the fullest *cough* moving to Tokyo

Moreover, there is something about her that just screams "queen behavior" to me and I don't even mean that in the slang sense. Have you all seen how graceful this girl moves? (I would like to thank MAPPA at this point)

Nobara shows respect where it's due - I'm just gonna mention Maki here - but is a very admirable girl herself

probably has an orchid plant in her room, ngl

Ryomen Sukuna - Snapdragon

please, the name already sounds a little dangerous

This flower shares a certain character trait with him: being unique

Snapdragons are usually associated with strength due to the way they even grow in rocky areas and if that's not screaming Sukuna's name, who is all about strength, then correct me

Deviousness is practically Sukuna's second name, so this symbol isn't exactly off the track either. Let me remind you about the way Sukuna and Mahito laughed at Yuji??

Graciousness: just like Nobara, he possesses some sort of grace that makes me percept him as a majestic being

but maybe that's just his throne of bones and title as King of Curses contributing

and him owning a shrine???

or maybe that is just the way he majestetically killed that special grade lol

"Only large insects like bumblebees can pollinate snapdragons because the petals are too heavy for smaller insects to push apart." I read this and if you reverse it a little, it somehow reminded me of the fact that Sukuna's fingers need to have a powerful vessel aka small fry won't do because they will simply die away.

Deception: despite being given the minimum amount of information about Sukuna in general, I just don't see him being anything but egoistic and evil. I just cannot picture it. So yeah, put everything evil in a pot, stir a little and don't be surprised if your result is not the Powerpuff girls but a four-eyed multi-talented and deceptive curse that is out to kill you for fun

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catgrump · 3 years

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“never speak of this again” with naegami pls? You're amazing!

Hahahahaha yesssss I am shipping Naegami unironically more and more each day I am converting!!!!

This is a Non-Despair AU where they’re adults settled into careers when they first meet! Idk what to call this AU but this is my second time writing it lol

Things get steamy but not enough for an NSFT warning

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There’s a difference between the first time you kiss somebody and the first time you KISS somebody.

The first time you share a kiss with someone, you’re searching for sparks. You’re both discovering whether there’s a physical chemistry that would make you want to kiss in the future.

The first time you get to KISS somebody, though, is when you’ve made that discovery and now you want to know what will make your partner react. What do they like? Will they find out what you like? It’s a guide for any further physical intimacy you get to experience together.

And as Byakuya sat on the edge of his bed, holding his (relatively new) partner’s waist to support him as he straddled Byakuya’s lap, he could tell by the look in Makoto’s eyes that tonight was that night.

They don’t get to see each other very often due to Byakuya’s work obligations. He has to travel frequently and is bogged down with projects more often than not.

But it’s been a month since they last saw each other in person, and that was far too long.

Since Makoto walked in the door, they’ve been talking.

They do what they can to stay in touch digitally or over the phone. Catching up like that isn’t the same, but when the two of them are comfortable enough with someone, they can talk for hours.

They quickly kissed to say hello and started their talking spree as Byakuya led Makoto to his loft’s bedroom.

Makoto continued to spiel about visiting his sister and her girlfriend as Byakuya sat on the bed, contently smiling as he absorbed the details.

Byakuya just let Makoto talk and as he did, Makoto ended up in Byakuya’s lap with his arms draped over Byakuya’s shoulders.

Byakuya allowed himself to talk about the company’s struggles to establish international relations, and Makoto reciprocated listening.

But the more Byakuya talked about what’s been on his mind— the endless bullet points on his to-do list that were driving him mad— his speech became lethargic. And looking at Makoto’s jade eyes slowly blinking at him made it so easy to forget it all.

“I’m done talking now,” Byakuya declared with a smirk, “I pray you are, too.”

“I’ve missed you,” Makoto sighed before leaning forward to kiss him

As good as it is to see your partner and just talk to them; as satisfying as it is to feel their touch again, there’s something truly remarkable about kissing them for the first time in a long time.

And there’s something about having a pining for one specific person be built up for months and finally getting to indulge that makes people lose a bit of control.

Byakuya was learning that Makoto is a vocal kisser. Prior to today, he could count on one hand how many times he and Makoto had kissed, and it was never this aggressive.

Makoto’s body was flush with Byakuya’s— their chests pressed together as the kisses only deepened with every hum and sigh from Makoto.

Byakuya chuckled against Makoto’s lips, his breath against Makoto’s skin, “You really did miss me, huh?”

Byakuya didn’t need to look up or move back to know Makoto was blushing. He could feel the heat rising to Makoto’s face. “You missed me too; admit it,” Makoto barely said, smiling all the while

“What do you think the answer is?” Byakuya flirted into Makoto’s ear

“That you missed me like hell,” Makoto grinned before going back in, making them lean back toward the mattress

And Byakuya let them fall, letting out a hum of his own as Makoto was suddenly confident and suddenly taking charge.

Thank god, Byakuya relished in the thought as Makoto bent overtop of him, kissing his lips with greater force, This is what I need, darling, thank you so much.

Byakuya let his arms fall beside his head, savoring being taken care of as Makoto’s kisses drifted away from the lips and onto Byakuya’s neck. Makoto was even unbuttoning Byakuya’s shirt for him.

With a satisfied smile, Byakuya was getting more vocal as Makoto applied pressure to all the right places on Byakuya’s neck, alternating between kissing and sucking at the skin.

When Byakuya felt that first love bite, he gasped, his smile now indecent.

And Makoto stopped, picking his body up to look down at a sight so few get to see.

Makoto’s eyes widened and his smile tightened. He was worried he did something wrong— that’s why he got up— but looking at a man with such power and influence with his eyes shut tight, biting a quivering lip, Makoto was surprised to see he was doing something right.

He couldn’t help but let out a small, prideful laugh, “Byakuya? Are you okay?”

“Did I say you could stop?” His tone was stern, but his face was a blushing pink.

“Sorry,” Makoto tried to calm his ego down, “I just wasn’t expecting—“

“What? What weren’t you expecting?” He folded his arms across his chest

“That you’d... I don’t know,” Makoto felt almost embarrassed; he’s not typically in this role, “That you’d... submit? So easily?”

Byakuya’s face grew redder and he averted his eyes, taking a deep breath before explaining, “Listen. With everything that I have to deal with, and everything that occupies my mind on any given day and all the things that make me want to pull my hair out, sometimes I just want to lay back and enjoy. I don’t think that’s asking too much. So there. We’ll never speak of this again; that’s just how things are—“

“Byakuya?”

“What.”

“If you wanted to be... spoiled,” Makoto was blushing again, “All you had to do was ask.”

“Thank you,” Byakuya was still pouting through this, “I think I more than deserve it.”

“You sound kind of like you’re trying to convince yourself,” Makoto replied with a quirked eyebrow

Silence? From Byakuya? Makoto decided to fill the unexpected quiet, “You don’t have to work hard tonight, okay?”

Byakuya was finally able to look at Makoto again. And he was finally able to smile again.

“Then keep kissing me.”

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hazelhalfpint · 3 years

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Hi Hazel! I’d love to see something for “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” for the fluff prompts🥰❤️

Ahh! Yes, I’m excited to do these!

Here is my take on an Inu/Kag version for this one 💜

Sorry it took a minute to reply! I was at work!

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” Inu/Kag, fluff prompt. Also sorry if it’s a bit long lol I’m new to this stuff!

It was the hottest day of the summer yet, and the boardwalk was bustling with people and vendors alike. Little kids running through adults as they chased each other from vendor to vendor. Inuyasha pulled against the collar of his shirt nervously, his golden eyes searching for raven hair and blue eyes in the sea of people. He mentally chided himself for listening to Miroku’s advice on what to wear today. His normal tank top and shorts would of been much more comfortable than the stuffy polo he was currently wearing. She didn’t care what he looked like anyway. That’s one of the many things he loved about her.

15 years had passed since he’d met Kagome, and not a day had gone by that she didn’t find a new way to amaze him. She was the one person always in his corner, and today he wanted to show her just how much she meant to him. He wiped the sweat from his hands, and started down the boardwalk.

His golden eyes kept scanning the crowd of people for his girlfriend, recalling the first time they’d met, in this same place when his family first moved to California.

“Dog-boy! Dog-boy!” Three older boys and one older girl shouted at him as they circled the 7 year old hanyou, one of them bending over to poke at him with a stick.

“Ew!” the little girl shouted when his ears pinned back against his silver hair, “they move!” Inuyasha was growling now, though he was smaller, getting ready to pounce on one of the boys when a smaller voice from up above on the board walk caught his attention.

“Hey! Leave him alone!” A small rock hurled toward the group of bullies, thunking one of them on the forehead.

“Ouch! What the heck Kagome!”

“Toru, go home! I’m gonna tell your daddy that you’re picking on people again!” The girl was fuming, blue eyes shining with anger.

The nine year old boy, who Inuyasha now knew was named Toru, glared but gathered his friends anyway. As they stalked away, Kagome pushed past them rushing down the stairs to Inuyasha.

“Have fun playing with the dog-boy,” Toru called back to her. She growled this time, “Next time I’m gonna throw an even bigger rock at your big dumb head Toru.”

When she arrived in front of Inuyasha he was dusting himself free of sand,”You didn’t hafta do that.”

She cocked her head at him cutely, “Of course I did,” she disagreed smiling at him,”besides anyone who thinks you’re ears are gross is crazy. They’re cute!”

Inuyasha blushed at that, and she reached forward grabbing his hand, “come on, I’ve got two dollars for some ice-cream and you definitely need one!” She stopped when he didn’t immediately follow her, feeling the resistance against her hand on his.

“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Kagome. You probably don’t wanna get ice-cream with a stranger, so there now were not strangers!” She smiled again and he did so as well, this time letting her pull him along.

“My name is Inuyasha.”

———

Finally he caught sight of her, steps bouncing lightly as she jogged toward him, arm high in the air waving him down. He grinned, swallowing back any nerves he may have. She was beautiful, radiating the energy of sunshine with waist length raven hair. How he got so lucky he wouldn’t even dare question. She was his.

“Hey!” She grinned at him, and he returned her smile, wrapping her in a hug.

“You looked so deep in thought I was beginning to think you wouldn’t notice me,” she teased, poking his cheek with a manicured nail.

“How could I not notice you? You’re so annoyingly cheerful, I’d hafta be dead to not notice you.” He teased back, and she pouted at him, bottom lip quivering in feigned sadness.

“ I thought you liked my cheerfulness.” Inuyasha laughed, lacing his hand with her own and tugging her along with him as they walked.

“Idk, sometimes you’re too cheerful” he wagered, jokingly and she whined.

“Inuyasha, you’re so mean.”

“Oh whatever,” he stopped in front of the ice cream vendor,bending forward to place a chaste kiss on her lips, “ you know I love your cheerfulness”

He purchased them two vanilla cones and they continued their route, leading them down the steps of the boardwalk into the sand.

She licked at her ice-cream, noticing they were moving further from the boardwalk, “Where are we going?”

Inuyasha swallowed nervously but shrugged,“ I just thought it’d be nice to take a walk.”

“Uh-huh,” Kagome eyed her boyfriend suspiciously, before they came to an abrupt stop her body barely bumping into his own. They were near the outer edge of the board walk in the sand.

“Do you recognize where we are?” He glanced down at her, as her eyes glanced around, widening in slight realization. When he realized she caught on, his smile and nervousness grew.

“This is where we met for the first time.”

“That’s right! That’s the day I threw that rock at Toru’s head. I still hate that guy.” Her eyes narrowed in annoyance and Inuyasha laughed loudly.

“You’ve always been so aggressive.”

“I am not aggressive; I just hate bullies!” She countered, huffing indignantly.

“It’s okay. I love you anyways.” Her glare softened as he pulled her into an embrace.

“ I love you too, Inuyasha.” She smiled, bumping her nose against his. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent deeply, palming the small box in the pocket of his shorts.

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” He spoke softly before opening his eyes to find her wide blue ones staring back,”Did you know that?” His heart was pounding wildly now, nearly vibrating in his ears as he spoke.

“Inuyasha,” his name came out a whisper, she was blushing at his affectionate statement, but he interrupted her next sentence with his own.

“Kagome, you’re the only person who has ever stood by my side fully from day one. You’re my person; my best friend. My heart hurts even thinking about you being away from me.” Her eyes widened and he pulled the box from his pocket, and knelt in front of her.

The sea air gently blowing their hair, his golden eyes were locked with her own, as he fumbled to pop open the suede black box. The ring was gorgeous, a rose gold band with a rose quartz gem adorning the center.

“Kagome Higurashi, I love you. I don’t ever want to know what a day in this life is like without you. Will you marry me?”

She cried, sinking to her knees as well and pulling his to her face to hers, holding it between both palms.

“ I wouldn’t ever want to marry anyone else. “ He grinned in relief and pulled her flush against him, placing a tender kiss to her lips.

“So that’s a definite yes?” He was grinning stupidly now the anxious feeling leaving him. She rolled her eyes in response.

“Yes you Baka! I’ll marry you. “ He pulled her to stand sliding the ring onto the appropriate finger and kissed her again.

“Thank you, Kagome. “

“ for what?” She asked, leaning her head against his chest. The gentle pace of his heart echoing in her ears.

“Just for being who you are.”

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chaoticneutralwriter · 3 years

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The Storm

And it all comes crashing down.

guardian demon!jimin x reader

genre: supernatural, angst, romance, fluff, slow-burn

word count: 4.2k

related works: see Masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au

Continuation of The Calm

Warning: uhh...very mild violence and blood?? LOL

A/N: okay woww....it’s uhhh IT’S BEEN A WHILE. And honestly, it has been a mixture of....quarantine burnout (is that a thing?? idk this quarantine kinda hit different), wrestling with scene placement, writer’s block, re-writing chunks of stuff, being indecisive about where to end the chapter (ngl i had some pretty killer cliffys LOLL) i am SO sorry it took so long!! 😫 (the value in having an ✨outline✨) i know i might sound like a broken record, but i cannot stress enough of how thankful i am to your patience and love for this story!! 💜💜💜💜 i hope you enjoy this chapter in spite of how short it is 😭😭😭😭

(Also yes, that scene is 100% inspired by that gif even though i had already planned for it to happen; the gif helped me paint a better picture 🥰)

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The chase more or less ends with Jimin hauling you up over his shoulder, only to dump you into the shower shortly after. You get him back for man handling you when, as soon as he flicks the shower on, you drag him in with you, clothes and all.

He had sighed, defeated, muttering how much of handful you are but as much as he gripes, he still helped you wash your hair with the barest hints of a smile on his lips. You were more than happy to return the favour, though you don't think your scalp massage was as good as his. Eventually, he drags the both of you out before your fingers turn pruney.

“You sure you don't want me to walk you back to your place?”

You nod your head as you're slipping on your shoes by the front entrance.

“I'll be fine Jimin. It's still day time so nothing will happen.” You assure, finally glancing up to his figure leaning against the wall, arms crossed and dressed in a new pair of black slacks and a silk loose blouse, its sheen like the colour of the ocean under a blue moon. You straighten, walking the few steps to stand closer to him until you pick up the faint smell of his body wash – warm cinnamon spice, the one that lingers on your skin as well. “Besides, I have your...emergency contact so there's nothing for you to worry about.”

“You say that, but you promise you'll actually use it right?”

The question makes you inadvertently inhale, the reluctance barely concealable in that breath of air but you give in, meeting his eyes as you say, “I will. I promise.”

Jimin doesn't say anything for a moment, watching you with those dark irises until you see the little tension on his face relax with the slight sagging of his shoulders. He smiles, “Good.”

Your mouth twitches at a corner and you can't help yourself. You reach up on the tips of your toes, taking his face into your hands to land a quick peck on the centre of those pillowy pink lips.

“Then you have to promise me you'll focus on getting better – don't strain yourself over small things like this.”

He blinks, eyes large at your burst of forwardness, hands that had moved instinctively to hover finally nestle themselves on your waist. You hear him huff through his nose after a while, expression smoothing over before your vision is blurred by his figure leaning down to press a proper kiss to you in return as he sneakily asks, “What if I asked simply because I wanted to spend more time with you?”

Now it's your turn to gape, breath caught in your throat and eyes wide while blinking dumbly. The more you blinked, the more amused Jimin became and the higher the blush creeps up your cheeks until the heat became unbearable. You sputter, stubbornly trying to ignore it.

“T-That's – ! You – ! No, I will not let you coerce me like this.”

He bursts out laughing heartily at the way you pout, head thrown back and all you could do is narrow your eyes up at him indignantly. When he's finally calmed but still sees you all puffed up like an angry hamster, he wraps his arms around to squeeze you to him, an easy-going smile lingering on his face.

“Ah, I least I tried.”

You sigh, “I'm serious Jimin. No horsing around if you can help it okay?”

Jimin thinks the look you're giving him is equivalent to that of a puppy's; all big and glossy and paired with the barest crinkle of worry in your brow, it leaves him no choice but to agree.

“Okay cherub. I promise I won't.” He says gently and only then do you seem satisfied.

“Good.”

Now that that's settled, you find yourself just standing in each other's arms, nothing more to say yet perfectly comfortable where you are. You find yourself fiddling with the small, dainty buttons on his shirt, a distraction to how shy you've slowly become under his attentive gaze.

“I should probably go now...” You mumble though you make little to no effort in actually doing so.

You hear Jimin hum, seemingly agreeing but he also doesn't make to show any signs of letting you go, even comfortably adjusts his hold on you. He also takes the time to place a kiss on your forehead. “Text me when you get home?”

“Mm.” You nod.

You remain like that for another good minute before it takes everything in you to drag yourself away from his arms, picking up your bag to sling onto your shoulder. You already feel the chill of the AC creeping into your arms as Jimin holds the door open for you.

“I'll see you then?” You ask, then chastise yourself for letting slip the little bit of disappointment you feel at having to leave so soon, however there's no taking back your text to Jaehee saying that you'll be on your way (she's definitely not someone you want to delay meeting).

Jimin eyes gleam with a knowing look though, like he's tossing around the idea of teasing you but instead, says playfully, “Of course, can't get rid of me that easily.”

You huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes with a shake of your head which only seems to satisfy him.

The trip home gave you the time to reflect on yourself and on the events that had happened. There's a lightness to your steps – no doubt finally meeting Jimin after a period of confusion and hurt and letting the floodgates to the emotions you've kept buried free has cleared the clog in your heart. On top of that, to have your guardian demon return the feelings you've long convinced yourself were futile; thought nothing more than a self-sabotaging trap designed by no one but you and your only escape from it was to take the plunge.

Yet here you are, relatively unscathed. To be honest, even now you're still in disbelief.

But you won't dismiss this warm giddiness that's taken over easily, just as how you're leisurely soaking in the rays of the late afternoon sun now. It bathes everything in a glow that has every colour in your eyes appear much more crisp and vibrant, making the city lively. It further brightens your mood.

Once you've crossed the threshold of your home, you immediately hear Jaehee's call of greeting from the kitchen.

“Did you eat yet?” She asked right off the bat as you enter after toeing off your shoes.

“Yeah, I ate before I left.”

She nods, continuing her chopping for what you can only assume is dinner for tonight.

“So...everything worked out okay?”

It's asked tentatively but the question doesn't surprise you as much as it should; whether it's because of Jaehee's prior awareness to your troubles, your deep-rooted friendship, or simply sensing the obvious complete shift in your mood, she very well knows where you've been without having to probe much.

Still, you can't help smiling.

The forecast calls for mild, clear weather like today for the days to follow. It's no doubt something a lot of people will be capitalizing on, a relief from the unpredictable temperatures between the changing of seasons. Perhaps it's with that same mindset, you find yourself being able to swallow back the niggling uncertainty that seems to always follow you.

You'll save your worrying for another day, but for now, you want to hold onto these promised sunny days for as long as you can.

“Yeah,” You breathe, “Everything's good.”

You see Jaehee's lips quirk up, a light smile that lets you know she's just as happy as you are to hear that. But then as she turns towards you, it morphs into a sly Cheshire grin.

“Spill it, girl. I need those details.”

The startled gasp that rings out in the dead of night seemed unnaturally loud in the dark spacious room that for a moment, Jimin thought it had belonged to a tormented ghost that had wandered its way in. After a few shuddering breaths did it occur to him that the sound had actually came from him.

His eyes slip shut once again, rubbing them tiredly as he inhales a deep breath before letting it out. Dragging his hand down his face, Jimin sits up, body feeling as if it's made of lead and rolled his neck and shoulders, trying to relieve the joints that are aching dully before reluctantly hauling himself out of bed, the dryness in his throat uncomfortable as is the clamminess of his skin after being drenched by cold sweat – it doesn't take much to know that he won't be able to slip into a blissfully empty state of slumber for the rest of the night.

His feet takes him into the kitchen and his hand grabs for a glass of water which he downs absentmindedly. The drink soothes the burning in his throat but the same cannot be said for the storm slowly brewing inside of him. Eyes as dark as the sky outside the large windows stare out listlessly, his mind slipping into deep thought.

How many times is that now? Four? Five?

For a number of nights, he's been plagued by these dreams – nightmares.

At first they were vague, mostly indiscernible as if shrouded by thick black smoke that whenever Jimin woke from them, the most he would feel is a sense of unease but soon afterwards, the feeling and the memory of it would fade as quick as it came.

But as the days passed, these dreams slowly mutated into something more vicious, taking a hold of his unconsciousness before he had the time to react.

And it was always the same dream.

Not knowing when or how he got there, Jimin would find himself in a formless space, surrounded from all sides by an endless ocean of white veils. They rolled and danced ceaselessly, much like turbulent waves out at open sea and he was the small boat being battered against the powerful force, threatening to capsize. The shifting and turning disoriented him, made his stomach churn and head spin but no matter how stubbornly he tried to run, he could never escape.

So all he could do was stand in place, and as the dancing veils begin to close in on him, the air around would become thinner and thinner until he was gasping for breath, lungs burning with no hope of holding in an ounce of air. Soon after his knees would collapse under him. As he's reduced to this weakened state, it's only then that he'll see it.

Amidst this deceivingly tranquil prison, a figure emerged in the distance, its shape distinctly outlined by the large pale fabric that continue to billow around by an invisible breeze, appearing very much like a ghostly apparition. At the sight, a chill would instantly run down Jimin's spine as if his blood had turned into ice and in the vast silence, only the deafening beating of his heart would fill his ears. For an unknown amount of time, this figure would simply stand ominously without moving. Then suddenly, it would advance, moving at a startling speed and so soundlessly with each blink of his eyes that before he could think, it was already towering over him like a great marble statue.

Like death encroaching.

Jimin could only wait frozen in place by the oppressive force bearing down on him, staring up with shaking pupils and it's then that he knew what it is that looks down upon him.

Divine judgment.

There's a stale and tar-like taste that blooms in his mouth first, then slowly, as the last remains of his strength leaves his body, he finally notices the cold dampness spreading outwards from his chest.

The blade that pierces through him was as dark as the blood it's coated in.

It's here that he wakes from the shock of the phantom pain so intense they momentarily blur the line between reality.

He's not one for superstitions or 'prophetic dreams', being a demon and all but he's by no means unfamiliar with them, especially now when they hit him in the face like this – so viciously and frequently too. A heavy sigh leaves his lips.

The last few days had been quiet; the first in... he's not sure how long. Perhaps that's why he slipped up like this, got caught up in believing that this sweet lie could be true. That maybe, by some miracle, there was a chance for the both of you.

Jimin scoffs a quiet laugh and his mouth twists into a cold smile.

How foolish; to think that they can be more than just wishful thinking.

Heaven is righteous, boasting to have eyes and ears in places without one knowing and yet so frivolous in what they choose to acknowledge.

And it's just his luck that the one time he was counting on that fact, it completely backfired on him.

There's no avoiding this; it's clear that any day now some divine being is going to descend upon him in the name of carrying out justice for the crimes he's committed. If not for the breached guardian contract, then for failing to complete the trials to prove his piety.

Jimin's eyes slips shut, tipping his head down, the ache along his neck and shoulders creeping over him once again – ever lingering, never fading – and all he could do is accept.

Alone in this large and empty penthouse, Jimin felt no anger, no remorse or fear, only a quiet sense of mourning he allowed for himself. However fleeting it may have been, those few days spent with you will be something he'll remember fondly. He thought, if this had been where his luck had went, then he at least can be reassured that it wasn't a complete waste.

Just as his eyes peer back open, the first rays of dawn had begun to bleed through the horizon, dispersing the darkened sky with the coming of a new day. As he watches the sun begin to rise, Jimin's expression hardened along with his resolve.

One thing’s for certain; no matter what happens, he'll keep you safe.

Until the very bitter end.

There's something amiss.

He can't quite place his finger on it, but Jungkook didn't go about his day without feeling an inexplainable sense of dread hanging over him like a heavy cloak that won't leave him. It felt as if every nerve in his body is coiled, restless and bracing for something to happen. As such, he's developed an annoying ache across the back of his neck and shoulder which he had to constantly roll in order to dispel some of the built up tension.

It didn't help, so it only made Jungkook endlessly irritated.

Wanting to blow off some of this steam, he had taken to wandering the streets in search of an outlet. Unfortunately, there's only so much he could do given his status in the mortal world. Playing the shoulder devil whispering temptations, tipping the scale between life or death, fortune or misfortune on a person was only fun while it lasted, and Jungkook was a demon who grew bored very easily of those same old basic tricks. Although there's the option of materializing briefly to cause more mischief, it took way too much power to maintain a physical form so at most, he would only be able to have fun messing with one or two souls but not nearly having enough time to really string them along to his heart's content. After all, the thrill of being a demon comes from withering down their prey, dragging them so deep into depravity before they realize it's too late and there's no saving them.

He sighs inwardly, thinking about all the lost potential, especially now that he's in possession of such a fine specimen. How delightful it would be to see the lengths men and women would go to hold onto even a sliver of his attention, to have them so tightly wound around his fingers just to leave them high and dry. Truly, this was the pain of having a great weapon but being unable to use it.

It makes Jungkook consider how more convenient it would be if he had formed contract with someone, similar to what Jimin had done.

Speaking of, he wonders what had become of you and his fellow demon brother, as the last he's heard of either one of you, one was on a war path while the other's aura signature was reduced so greatly that he didn't need to make much of an effort to be scarce. As much as he's tempted to go find out what's become of you both, Jungkook had to hold himself back. He's told himself that after directing you to your lost guardian demon (as you had practically begged him to do), he's vowed to severe his involvement if he knew what was good for him.

Things were obviously only going to get messier, and no doubt he would be catching any of the fallout if he decides to stick around, even if it's just to satisfy his own burning curiousities.

Jungkook continues to wander aimlessly like this, thoughts bouncing from the matters surrounding you pair to toying with the idea of actually finding some hidden cult who's ballsy enough to try a demon summoning (nine times out of ten it's a shoddy job but fuck is it funny to see their faces thinking it had worked, plus he's guaranteed a couple of souls to his count too).

Above, the sun dips in and out continuously, the constant shift in light distracting Jungkook. He watches and notes idly the fast pace in which the clouds travel, how the white wisps grow and the sky begins to look tumultuous until gradually, they become so dense they completely block the sun out altogether. With the warm rays no longer casting down, the world plunges into a gloomy grey overcast.

A frown tugs onto his lips unconsciously, but the premonition of rain was not what troubled him.

He had the mind to quicken his steps when suddenly they falter. It felt like something had told him to stop, so for a moment he stood confused, turning his head in search for a source until Jungkook's gaze stray over to a small, narrow side street. The street looked like a much older part of the city in the style of the buildings; he can't honestly say he's ever noticed this part before so for it to catch his attention....

Jungkook is already taking tentative steps down the rough cobble stone path without realizing, slowly making his way past the few small family owned shops. He's going off solely on this gut-feeling, almost as if in a trance which after blinking, does he notice he's staring at a particular store front of a shop. His brows furrow even more from confusion, not understanding why he was drawn here.

The shop looked like it hadn't been rented out for many years, the paint so worn down and faded that it didn't resemble the rich forest green colour it once was, even peeling in some places to show the wood underneath. The lacquered sign above has also lost its shine, and whatever script that has been written on it has long become indecipherable. Jungkook had to squint just to make out the faint imprint of the letters 'S' and what he thinks might be 'P' and a 'TH'.

Despite the windows being dirtied, he could still tell that inside the shop was nothing but barren space, the wall shelves filled with dust and cobwebs, the tables empty with only traces of the trinkets it once held. Time had let this place be forgotten, erased its name from existing in any memory, yet it's here Jungkook finds himself lingering, wondering why?

What secrets does this place hold?

Naturally, he can't let this anomaly go lest he drives himself mad. Jungkook takes a step towards the shop, a hand outstretched with the intentions of investigating further when from out of his peripheral he sees something. Whipping his head to it, his eyes lock onto a figure standing at the head of the street from where he had came.

The inexplainable driving force he had immediately vanishes, replaced with the sensation of his body going numb all over, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on ends. Not like the presence of this ominous figure on its own incited such a reaction, but it's also in the way it looked.

Tall in such a way that it's imposing, and draped in a pure white cloak, giving away nothing of what lies beneath. The only feature he's able to make out was the golden halo crown encircling it from behind; a stark contrast. There's no questioning whether or not it can be seen by anyone other than himself – this appearance alone clearly did not belong in this world.

It is not of this world.

Jungkook needed to remain calm. He can't afford to let slip that he's unnerved – that's a sure fire way to getting killed first because fear ultimately blinds. Still, he can't stop the tenseness in his shoulders and the ache comes back with a vengeance. Swallowing, Jungkook inhales and jaw clenched, he turns to leave as if having never seen this phantom at all.

His strides are long, determined to put distance between it and himself, all the while his senses are going into overdrive. He's hyper-aware as he swiftly makes his way through narrow streets and alleys, twisting and turning with no rhyme or reason but he already knows he won't be losing this unwanted tail any time soon. So he changes tactics, figuring that he might as well get the jump on it first before giving it the opportunity.

Jungkook apparates out of the alley, appearing in a busy crowded street and just as fast, he changes to a rooftop. Within these few short seconds, he spins on his heels, gathering a fistful of demonic energy in his hand ready to hurl it the moment he sees any hint of white cloth, body instinctively adapting a fighting stance. However, as his piercing topaz eyes dart around, he finds nothing.

The air around him is still, like the overpowering presence had all but disappeared. Down below, he faintly hears the bustling of people, the sound of cars driving by, even now he becomes aware of how hard he's breathing, the adrenaline pumping through his veins has his heart racing.

Still, Jungkook doesn't dare drop his guard, backing away cautiously as if he's on pins and needles. He's focusing all of his senses, trying to pick up anything that might seem strange over the white noise of the city. He listens, until it all goes eerily quiet.

Jungkook sees before he can react, its speed far more faster than he could have ever anticipated, and all he manages is a sharp, startled gasp. The rest of the air gets blocked by an iron grip around his throat but even then, he's given no time to fully register this as he feels his back crashing into a hard surface with impeccable force and an explosive pain erupts. He chokes on a mouthful of blood.

“Filthy vermin should not waste time struggling so uselessly.”

Jungkook winces, nauseated by the throbbing of his head alone – now he has this voice that seems to be ringing from inside his head.

“The fate of thy life depends on the answer thee giveth me.” The hold tightens and Jungkook swears his neck would give out before he's able to make a sound (how very counter-productive, he thinks in spite of himself).

“Where is he?”

Struggling through the black dots in his vision, Jungkook finally pinpoints the identity of his aggressor. The dry laugh he wanted to let out comes out as a cough but it carries the disbelief and scorn all the same.

White cloak, oppressing aura, immense strength and speed, and a voice that sounded neither man nor woman. There's no mistaken it now.

Fuck, since when was his luck so shit that an archangel finds him first?

The clouds had rolled in much faster than Jimin had thought, the sight reminiscent to being under murky waters. He wonders if at this rate, it would darken even further though he supposes he shouldn't bother. After all, this was no mere storm out of the blue.

He raises the cup and takes a sip of his black coffee, closing his eyes as if to savour the bitterness. Jimin doesn't bother to finish the rest of it, even if it's a waste not to. But there's no helping it, not when he was expecting a visitor. He gingerly places the drink aside on the counter first, then redirects his gaze to the large expanse of his windows at a leisurely pace.

There's not a hint of shock as his eyes meet the figure cloaked in white, hovering on the other side of the glass panels. The layers of chiffon flutter softly against the rising winds, the golden glint of each spike on the crown adorning its head menacing, as if it's a weapon in and of itself.

Behind, the sky darkens forbiddingly, and soon after comes the distant rumbling of thunder.

#jimin x you #jimin x reader insert #demon!jimin au #bts supernatural au #jimin scenario #jimin fic #jimin fics #jimin fanfic #jimin fanfics #jimin fluff #jimin scenarios #park jimin imagines #park jimin fanfic #park jimin fics #park jimin fanfics #park jimin fic #jimin angst #guardian demon!jimin

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drippingviolets3 · 2 years

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hi there! congrats on 100! if your event is open, would it be possible for me to request a matchup for twisted wonderland and genshin impact?

my mbti is ISFJ/ISTP 9w8, the way i present my personality kind of varies depending on who i am talking to, but overall i’m a relatively chill and easygoing person who goes with the flow and isn’t easily angered. i’m very reserved about my emotions and who i am as a person too. i’m very blunt and straightforward but i tend to come off as insensitive sometimes without realizing. although it may seem like i come off as apathetic and do not take anything seriously i truly do care, and mask how insecure about other’s opinions of me and uncertain of the future i really am. i have a pretty dark sense of humor and can say offhanded things at times, though i don’t mean any offense. my hobbies are probably uhh mostly sleeping for long periods of time since i’m very lazy LOL. occasionally art and writing too and even coding. i’m also very interested in astronomy, marine biology, and psychology. i’m not very picky in terms of what i look for, i just want someone who i can be myself around and talk about my interests freely to and be comfortable around, i’m also pretty awkward at first with displays of affection as much as i enjoy it. i do kind of lean towards liking people a bit on the reserved side since i enjoy the thrill of chasing someone unreadable, a quality i’m often intrigued by upon first impression. that and i feel very at ease by calm energy.

thank you so much! have a lovely day <33

Hello! I’ll be starting with genshin impact if you don’t mind since I have a basic idea for who to choose for you.

I don’t know your sexual orientation, so you’re in luck (maybe) because I have two options for you in genshin.

First on the list: Mona

•You’re both into astronomy (well, it’s more like Mona’s job in her case), so there’s something to spark the bond!

•Mona can read the future and people in the stars, so she’s going to understand your sense of “going with the flow” and can easily follow along, plus she knows if you’re feeling sad or not, or how others situations affect you.

•She’s broke, so lazy days with her are common. You both have plenty of time to sleep together (literally. You sleep in the same bed. No one take this out of context or istg)

•Mona is also someone who hides her problems and being blunt will help her immensely. If your blunt about money, she’ll understand and y’all can figure something else out for dinner.

Now let’s move on to a guy for you: I don’t know your age either (which makes this a lot harder no offense), but I’m thinking along the lines of Kaeya.

•He can be quite the romantic as we all know, and quite the tease too. This could balance your reserved nature, as he would bring you out of your shell just enough so that he can properly talk with you.

•Going with the flow is a fun thing to do with this man depending on the mood he’s in. He could either take you to the bar, or take you out for a romantic midnight stroll.

•He’s observant, so he could tell what your feeling and can guess (key word guess) why. He isn’t Mona with her future-star-reading abilities, so he can only infer.

•He’d use the “paint me like one of your French models” thing to tease you whenever you’re drawing or painting (or anything art related). It’s up to you if you’ll actually draw him or not.

•He’s totally shove your relationship in Rosaria’s face in his own Kaeya way.

Now moving on to twst, this was a really hard one tbh, but I think I can settle on Rook

•I’ve been assigning you so many romantic types jfc-

•N e w a y s, Rook is perfect because he’s like Kaeya. Observant enough to know when you’re upset and know how you’re feeling, free flowing enough to go with you down the flow, and a spy-(*cOuGh*)

•My man would speak to you in French even if you don’t know it. He could be baby talking you for all you know but idk if you know French or not so you may or may not understand him.

•He’d talk with Vil for date ideas, and Vil takes it upon himself to become your wingman.

•You didn’t even ask him for help he just showed up.

•Texting? Nonono, Rook doesn’t do that. He’d rather send you letters instead.

•And send them with arrows.

•Have fun cause you’re stuck with him-

#violetta’s rambles #100 followers matchup!#100 followers event!#twst matchup #genshin impact matchup #genshin impact #twst #twisted wonderland #genshin impact mona #genshin impact kaeya #twst rook

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hxwks-gf · 4 years

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*✧･ﾟ:* back to sleep

hawks x reader

genre: pure fluff, comfort

requested by: anon

》Idk if you're taking requests, but may I request one where the reader is feeling sad and Hawks just cuddles her, spoiling her with kisses and all to try and cheer her up and get her to sleep? 🥺Sorry for my english lol

Keigo sighed in his sleep and rolled over onto his side, instinctively stretching out a hand towards you to pull you closer to him. He slowly blinked his eyes open when his fingers grasped at nothing but empty sheets.

“Lovebird?” he quietly called out, voice raspy with sleep. He read the glowing numbers of the digital clock on his nightstand: 3:27 AM. Keigo pushed himself into a sitting position and ran his hands through his unruly hair, until he noticed the soft buttery light coming into the hallway from the kitchen. He slipped out of your shared bed and padded barefoot across the apartment, peeking around the corner.

You sat alone on the end of the couch in the living room, wrapped in the softest blanket he owned. The moonlight was drowning you in silvery shadows as you rested the side of your head on a pillow, gazing out of the large glass windows. Keigo could watch you for hours, and he leaned against the doorway to do exactly that.

But the soft sound of your sniffling pulled him back to reality. He frowned and took a few cautious steps forward, until he was certain you were crying.

“Lovebird?” he said, voice as soft as your cries. It broke his heart to see you like this.

“Oh,” you replied, hastily wiping at your eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Keigo said nothing as he climbed onto the couch with you and pulled the blankets around him. You immediately drew into his side, pushing your damp face into the crook of his neck. He held you tightly against him, his brilliant wings stretching up and outward to shield you from the rest of the world. He pushed his nose into your hair and inhaled your scent, one of his free hands lazily rubbing circles over your back.

“What’s wrong, dove?”

“Nothing,” you said into his neck, words muffled. You sniffed. “Just a little stressed out, is all.”

“Stressed?” he asked, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. “C’mere, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

He began to place tender kisses along the top of your forehead, down your cheek, over your nose, across your eyes, until the tears that had stained your cheeks were dry and forgotten. He pulled back and looked down at you cradled in his arms, satisfied when he saw your sleepy, happy smile.

“Let’s get you back into bed,” he murmured, kissing your forehead one more time.

“Will you hold me until I fall asleep?” you asked, rubbing your eyes.

Keigo chuckled. “I’ll hold you even after you fall asleep, lovebird.”

He helped you up from the couch, keeping the soft blanket wrapped around your shoulders, and led you down the hall and back into the bedroom. After making sure your pillow was fluffed and the other blankets were piled on top of both of you, he pulled you back into his arms and resumed rubbing your back.

“Thank you,” you mumbled. He could tell by the sound of your voice you were already slipping into sleep.

“Anything for you,” he said back, stroking your hair. “Get some sleep.”

Your gentle snores followed not long after his command, and he smiled to himself. He closed his eyes and kept his arms wrapped tightly around you, intent on keeping his promise. He would forever keep that promise to you, no matter what. The moon kept her watchful gaze from the starry sky as the apartment fell back asleep, listening to the sound of your peaceful snores and Keigo’s quiet breathing as the two of you slipped back into the dreaming world, completely wrapped up in the other.

#i need this rn #i am manifesting #hawks #hawks bnha #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x you #hawks imagine #hawks fanfiction #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x y/n #keigo takami x you #keigo takami fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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megumis-lashes · 3 years

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Hi!!! Ur ac is so cute, can I request a Megumi fic where he’s comforting reader after she deals with a curse? From the prompt“Just keep moving. That’s all you can do” maybe a lil angsty too idk 😳

It’ll be alright... It has to be...

Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

An: Hii! Thanks for requesting! Sorry that I’m just getting to this now but hopefully you enjoy it nonetheless!! For future reference I would appreciate it if requestors included the POV/writing style they want! It helps me a lot ^^ Please feel free to give me feedback as well! Also apologies in advance I got a little carried away with angst 🥲 Also happy birthday to Megumi!! 🥳

✨Contains✨ : angst (sorry I got carried away lol), fluffy moments at the end to compensate for the amount of angst 🥲, female reader, roommate Megumi, hurt/comfort scenario, mentions of death, slight mentions of injury/attack, traumatic events happed to mc, crying, and lots of crying

Word count: 1.2k ^^

1:47 AM

Megumi shuffled in bed. Despite his best efforts at sleeping, he simply couldn’t. He was awoken by the sound of tears from what seemed to be just outside of his door. The tears would’ve remained utterly silent if it weren’t for the choked sobs that accompanied them.

The boy reached over to turn on his bedside light, his eyes wincing at the bright and sudden contrast to the darkness that had previously enveloped his room. He furrowed his brows in confusion. Was someone home? We’re they crying? Or was he just imagining this situation due to being delirious from lack of sleep? Then he realized, (Y/N) must’ve arrived home really late. But why was she crying?

(Y/N) was Megumi’s roommate and close friend as they had known each other for many years. They both attended the same school, used similar curse techniques and handled emotions and such quite similarly. This is why Megumi found it easy to open up to her. She had a warm personality but simultaneously remained distanced and grounded. Despite this bold facade she put on, emotional buildups could only go so long without cracking.

(Y/N) was assigned a mission earlier that night. Despite Megumi’s insistence to help her in her battle, she refused, almost as if she had something to prove to herself by finishing the mission alone. Anything assigned by Gojo was never a ‘walk in the park’. They both knew ahead of time how dangerous the mission would be. She would be required to clear out or even destroy if necessary, a large building in a local business district. Said district was typically teeming with strong curses but due to the uproar in negative emotions, the curses had grown much stronger. Hearing her sob from a distance made guilt swell in Megumi’s chest. He should have accompanied her.

(Y/N)’s POV

I sat on the corner of my bed, my head in my hands as a cried. I tried my best to keep quiet but I couldn’t. I wanted to scream. The images I had seen today would never leave me. My dreams would definitely be turned to nightmares for the next few months.

I underestimated the curses and withheld too much pride in my own abilities. A foolish mistake. I should’ve been more careful but I can’t bring back the dead now can I? I shook my head, burying my face deeper into the comfort of my hands, now dripping with tears. I rarely let myself cry like this, and as much of a relief as it was to finally crack, I seemed to forget the searing pain that came along with it.

I was a failure.

My head shot up from its lowered position and I searched my doorway for whatever had caused a low creaking sound to circle my room. Standing in the doorway was a dark figure, easily recognizable as Megumi. It was clear that he had just got up as he was dressed in baggy sweats and his hair was messily ruffled. On any other day I probably would’ve gushed over his appearance. I was in no mood to do so now. I must’ve been too loud with my tears and had awoken him. I’m such a fool.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned simply, blinking heavily as to push away his exhaustion. I began to violently rub the tears from my eyes. I knew it was useless to try to hide it now but I didn’t want to bother him anymore. “Oh ahh it’s nothing! No worries I just.. uh.. kicked my bed in my sleep and it really hurt. Sorry to wake you...” I rambled. I knew he would’nt believe me but it was worth a try. I didn’t want to become even more of a burden.

Megumi stood in my doorway in silence, gazing at what I suspected to be my rather unsightly appearance. I glanced to the side out of embarrassment but quickly righted my head as I heard him approach. Wordlessly, the ravenette walked to my bed and sat down beside me, gently pulling my head into his warm chest.

“Now (Y/N), tell me what’s really wrong... if you’re willing..” he mumbled as he rubbed the back of my head in comfort. I sniffled, finally giving in and letting the tears cascade down my cheeks.

“I... I shouldn’t have taken that mission alone... m-maybe then I would’nt have so much blood on my hands...” I cried, burying my head further into his sweater, soaking it with my tears. “The curses.. there were too many! And they were so-so strong! I didn’t know what to do...” Megumi continued to hold me, gently patting my back and pushing my hair from my face. I continued. “The best plan I could come up with was to set traps in the building and then destroy its base. That way the curses would either be trapped or destroyed in the collapse, giving me enough time to get help. I was w-wrong... I was so so wrong.” I choked on my words, tears burning as they slipped down my cheeks and towards my mouth, the salty tang of sadness stung my throat.

“It’s alright.... you don’t have to tell me anymore if you don’t want to...” Megumi mumbled into my hair, still embracing me. I coughed and then tried to breath a bit. The next part of the memory was by far the worst. I had to get it out of me

“The building fell... everything was seeming to go as I planned. I was prideful, far too comfortable with my own abilities... What I failed to realize is that there were a handful of people still near the building. I thought I had gotten everyone to vacate the area.... apparently some people had snuck back in.” I paused, letting out a small sob. “Two people were crushed and killed upon impact, four were caught underneath the carnage and one young boy was injured. I tried my best to save them... I really did but... nothing I did was enough. Two of the citizens died shortly after being caught in the fall, the remaining two were killed by a curse, a low level one I had managed to miss all together. It was terrible. The only thing I could manage to do was to kill the curse and run, the young boy clutched between my arms, the arms stained with the blood of innocents...” I exhaled deeply, letting out a shaky sigh that morphed into a sob. Megumi was still holding me tightly, gazing at me through his deep blue eyes.

“(Y/N)... it’s not your fault.. There were things you couldn’t control and despite the lives that were lost you did manage to save two lives.” He explained. “W-what do you mean? I only saved one I couldn’t do anythin-” “Shhhh... You saved that boy and you saved yourself. You give yourself so little credit. People value you (Y/N), honestly I’m not sure what I would do without you. I’m thankful you’re alive is all. I understand that this is painful for you but it won’t be the first time you have losses. This path we chose is a dangerous one. Just keep moving. That’s all you can do.” He softly smiled, reaching forward to brush the tears from my face. My eyes widened. It wasn’t often that I got to witness a semi-vulnerable Megumi. It was a moment to cherish.

He brushed my cheeks with his hands, my puffy eyes were surely a sight to withhold. “It’ll be alright...” He mumbled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips. My eyes widened once again and I quickly brought my hands up to cover my face. “W-what are you doing?! You-you can’t just do that with no warnings?” I stuttered. “Oh so you did like it huh? I guess that means you return my feelings then.” He muttered, teasingly rolling his eyes. Two can play at that game. I reached up, pressing my lips against his once again. This time I surprised him although he eventually gave into it. Once we pulled apart, he glanced away, a slight blush on his face. “Aww is someone shy?” I snickered. He teased me all the time so it was only appropriate that I returned the gesture. Despite my taunts, he turned back to me and smiled once again. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he gently pulled me down with him, pulling the covers over us both.

“I’m glad to see you smiling again.”

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wormstacheangel · 3 years

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Stay Unhappy. Stay with Me.

15x18 Coda Fic aka I just can’t accept what happened so I keep changing it lol (hurt comfort idk but happy ending)

“You changed me, Dean.”

Dean watched, listened, while the pounding at the door grew desperate. His ears ringing as the echoing of his heart slamming into his chest was making itself known because of Cas…

“Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

Tear filled eyes, shining so bright and free, stared back at him. A pulling smile on his lips, heartbreaking, as he tried hard to hold back whatever was left. “Because it is.”

Cas opened his mouth to say something else but Dean took a step forward and pressed his palm against Cas’s mouth. Stopping whatever it was he was going to say because he knew, he knew, exactly what he was about to blurt out and this was not the way they were going to do this. Not here. Not now.

“Dean!” He heard Cas mumble under his hand but Dean only pressed it harder against his mouth as he glared down at him, the tears really made it hard for him to look angry or even annoyed but he was.

“Shut it.”

They both turned towards the bubbling noise behind them just as Billie broke through the door. Dean wrapped his free arm around Cas’s waist to press him close to his chest, shielding him from both threats because this is not how their story is going to end. This is not how these pushed back emotions were finally going to be acknowledged.

Cas looked at him with wide eyes that still glistered under the one light as Dean shushed him again, keeping his hand over Cas’s mouth to keep him from saying anything else. To keep him from being...happy.

Cas only nodded once as he stood still in the embrace, keeping his eyes on Dean the whole time as the goo reached to take Billie. Covering her from head to toe so quickly she didn’t even have time to scream, Dean was sure she wouldn’t out of pride. Then just as quick as they came the threats were gone. The only noise that echoed the room was the clank of the scythe hitting the floor.

Dean finally turned to look back at Cas, to meet his ocean eyes that were burning holes into the side of his face.

“You dumb son of a bitch,” Dean tries to sound annoyed but his voice is too shaky. “You don’t get to do that shit anymore.”

“Dean.” Cas mumbles from under his palm and Dean rolled his eyes before he pulled his hand back only to rest it on the side of Cas’s face instead. Cradling him as he tightens his grip, afraid that the wrong words can make him happy. Make him disappear. “I’m sorry. I saw no other way to save you.”

“Save me?” Dean almost laughed at the idea. Cas being gone only ever made Dean feel lost and broken. Empty and dead. “You leaving wasn’t going to save me, dumbass.”

He didn’t want to add how it would have probably been the thing that really sent him over the edge. Closer to pulling the trigger and just ending himself his way. Billie being gone now meant he may not be thrown to the Empty like she promised and now he was afraid he would be resurrected if he did. Cas is here though, he is in his arms and alive, so there was no need to think of a backup plan just yet.

“I need you here, Cas, with me.” Dean leans in to drop his forehead down on Cas’s shoulder. Feeling his neck ache at the movement as he realized how tensed his whole body was. Locked up and cold as if he’s been unmoving for hours instead of the slow-moving ten minutes that actually passed. “So stop fucking leaving me. Please.”

Dean could hear his voice, broken and desperate, as he pleaded with him. Wanting to scream out what he means and wants but he’s unsure of how to do so. Afraid the wrong words can bring the Empty back to get him, them. So he says words that were spoken before. Words Cas knew, that were familiar to them both. Safe.

“I want you to be happy, Cas. That’s all I fucking want but...not like this” Dean pulled back to meet his wide eyes, still unblinking as tears continued to flow. “Just, stay unhappy for a little bit longer.” Dean could see Cas crack a smile at his words, blinking finally to look back at Dean with warm eyes. The love Dean always tried to ignore was now front and center. “Can you do that for me?”

“Of course, Dean.”

With shaky hands, Cas reached to take Dean’s face in between his hands. His thumb ghosting over his cheeks to wipe away heavy tears while he looked back at him, smiling as he let out a shaky sigh. His eyes roaming over his face as if trying to carve it into memory.

“I miss you.” Cas says as he watches his thumb brush over the freckles on his skin. “I miss you so much even though I have you so close.”

“Me too.” Dean swallowed the same words Cas needed to push down as they stayed like that for a few more minutes. Looking at each other as if it was the first time, or their last, before Dean finally caved and let his forehead drop to Cas’s own. His eyes shut close to feel Cas’s hands grip at the front of his jacket. Keeping him close as fresh new tears fell because now that the waterworks were open they were having trouble closing them.

So close to having something they both knew they could finally have but it was still so far away. Only a thin thread holding them back now and Dean will figure out a way to finally break that thread so he can have him. Have Cas the way he has been wanting him for so long.

“We’ll figure it out.”

“I know.”

“We’ll be happy.”

“I know, Dean.”

Sam and Jack came home to find Dean swinging Death’s Scythe around the map table, Cas was sitting on one of the chairs far away enough to not accidentally be killed. They were all thinking out loud as to what to do next, being the only things left in the whole universe, or at least the earth as social media has finally stopped updating.

“Okay, let’s get to work!” Sam clapped his hands as he stood up, nearly missing being beheaded by Dean. So he took the scythe away and handed it over to Cas, who took it giving him the same annoyed expression Sam was giving him.

The big battle started off as dumb and reckless as any other Winchester fight. Chuck was snapping his fingers and slowly things disappeared around them. Nature disappeared right before their eyes, every snap of the finger plummeted them into darkness. Into nothing.

Dean watched as Sam was snapped out of the dark abyss while Dean struggled to breathe, Chuck decided oxygen needed to go next. Cas was on the floor burned out by Chuck’s feet while Jack was on his knees bleeding as he stared up at him.

“Amara?” Dean heard Jack say as he lazily looked up at Chuck, everything in him was still trying to fight but they still lost. Dean tried crawling towards Jack, protecting the last person in his family that was left but he couldn’t even feel his body anymore. “It’s okay. It was nice knowing you for the short while I did.”

Dean tried calling out to him but darkness was blurring his vision.

“Thank you for wanting to get to know me. I would have loved to get to know you too. I think...I think we would’ve been a good family.”

Dean heard before the darkness finally took him with one last gasping breath.

Then Dean woke up with a bright light in his face. He laid still on the beach, his legs soaking wet but he couldn’t find it in himself to move or even open his eyes. Afraid of what he’ll see or not see when he opened them. His fingers gripped at the sand, feeling the grains slip through his fingers, as he tried to remember what just happened. Wanting to focus his mind before anything else but he never did get a chance to get past the panic, the pain of watching his family die before him.

“Dean? Dean, wake up.” He heard the familiar voice of someone he thought was lost a while ago. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times until Amara’s face was clear. “Hey, there.”

“Amara?” Dean reached for her, to poke her cheek to see if it was really her, but she slapped his hand away with a little laugh. “Ow!”

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay at least.” She stood up and pulled on Dean’s arm to help stand him up.

“But Chuck...ate you? How are you - wait how the hell am I here?” Dean patted himself over just to make sure he was actually him and he was actually alive. Taking a deep breath of air that seconds ago he was trying to suck in. “My family?”

Amara smiled and pointed further down the beach where he saw Jack crouched down, alive, with Cas’s head in his lap.

Dean opened his mouth but before he could get the words out Amara spoke, “Sam woke up first and I sent him to where his girlfriend is. He said he’ll see you at home.”

“But where’s Chuck?”

“In here.” She points at herself. “I got him. Balance finally restored. I just wanted to say goodbye to you before I left.”

Amara was sacrificing herself for Jack, for him to keep his family. Trading Cas’s spot for her and Chuck with the Empty so Jack could have his Dad. For Dean to have him.

“Go. He’s gonna wake up soon.” She nudges him a sad smile playing on her lips.

Dean didn’t have to be told twice as he ran across the beach to kneel on the other side of his angel. Jack smiled up at him before he got up and walked over to Amara, taking her hand as they spent a few minutes together before she had to leave.

Dean watched them walk across the water for a few seconds before giving Cas his full attention once again. Calling out for him to wake up.

“Cas, sweetheart, wake up. We did it. We won.” Dean lifted Cas head to rest on his lap now, leaning down to press his forehead on top of Cas’s own. “We’re alive, Cas.”

“We are?” He heard Cas say a playful tone to his voice before Dean felt his hand reach up scrunch up his jacket. “Mmmm, if we’re not then this must be heaven.”

“Don’t be so cliché or I’ll kiss you.”

Cas raised his eyebrow at that. “Is that...are you threatening me with a kiss?”

Dean watched as Cas' face turned just slightly pink before he cleared his throat and pushed himself away from Dean. Sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Dean, this is hard enough already without your teasing. I barely survived this far so I’ll rather not have the Empty come get me before we figure out a way to break-”

Dean pulled Cas back as he tried to get up. Taking his arm and moving close enough that their faces were inches apart, Cas’s breathing hitched before it stopped. Staring down at Dean’s lips just as he stared back at the angel’s perfect lips. Wanting them for so long and having them closer than he ever had them before but there was something he was supposed to do beforehand.

“I love you, Cas.”

Cas gasped as tears welled back in his eyes, blinking them away as his eyes met his once again. Cas quickly moved just enough to cling to him but kept his eyes on his face, fear dancing around his expression.

“No. No, Dean, don’t say that. I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to go. Please, don’t-”

Dean reached to cradle his face between his hands, kissing the tip of Cas’s nose. “Cas, sweetheart, nobody in this whole damn universe will ever take you from me. You’re mine and you’re here to stay.”

“I am?” Cas leaned into his palm, making Dean think of a cat. “Are you sure?”

“I love you, Cas.” Dean repeats, watching Cas eyes widen again as he blinks up at him. Still a little scared. “I love you so much.”

“I-I love you.” Cas hesitantly says before pressing a kiss on Dean’s palm. A sigh of relief escaping him as he let his eyes drift closed. A warm smile spread across his face making him brighten up. “I love you, Dean.”

They rested foreheads, kneeling on the sand as they held each other. Letting the warmth of their words linger around them and envelope them with newfound hope.

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