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st4rhwa · 5 months

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𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗬𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗨𝗦𝗧 k. hj

김홍중 | playboy!kim hongjoong x afab!reader smut, light angst, fluff

synopsis: much like recycled stardust, no matter how far you drift from hongjoong, you'll always find your way back into his arms.

cw: university!au, deliberate lower case, smut, angst, fluffy ending, reader has feminine attributes, ex boyfie joong, push-and-pull kind of relationship, it's not toxicity i promise, hongjoong's a little bit ooc, brief mentions of alcohol/drugs, making out, pet names (baby, princess, joong(ie)), empty threats

wc: 5.7k

𝗮/𝗻: first tumblr fic ! this might be kind of messy ?? i'm still in the learning process of everything lol inspired by: i'm yours (isabel larosa)

sw: unprotected sex, switch!joong, switch! reader, desperate make up sex/kind of hate sex?, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, i really did try to start this blog off with a soft fic but i couldn't help myself

"-you'll come, right?"

just a normal interaction, is what you kept telling yourself. it's nothing special, nowhere near the sort. just a conversation. nothing out of the ordinary.

that's what it would have been if kim hongjoong, your ex boyfriend, hadn't been the one to stop you in the middle of the road to convince you it'd be a good idea to attend his party next saturday. because i mean come on. sex? alcohol? ket? shrooms? please. that's child's play.

but how he's so relaxed around you cognisant of the long history the two of you share, you'll never know.

"i would but.." your witless muttering isn't doing anything for you other than digging your grave. his keen gaze makes your palms sweat; is it the comical height difference or the general attention he seems to be adamant to give you?

"come on," he whines. "i could convince anyone else in the world other than you to go. why do you always make it so difficult?" "not my thing," you should know that, is what you would have liked to add. "sorry." making tracks however, obviously wasn't justifiable in his books. immediately reaching for your wrist, you don't make it much further than two steps before he locks you back in his gaze.

"come on, y/n," "i don't-" "please? i'd really like you to be there." your eyes snap up to his, and the way he looks at you so enticingly makes you want to crawl up into a ball and die.

you hate the fact that he has you in the palm of his hand. especially because he knows it too.

"my ass." you mumble, shoving past another group of people. you're sweating, trying to weave yourself through the crowds of intoxicated young adults mingling, drinking and swaying to the music. you hate it. you hate it so much it's unbearable.

your friends squeeze you into a mini dress and cake you in makeup, just to leave you five minutes into the party to fuck some junkie they'll never talk to ever again. and kim hongjoong? he's nowhere to be found.

your entire being reverberates in time with the heavy bass line of whatever fusion afro beats were playing in the living room. in times like these, the kitchen becomes your safe haven; surrounded by countless bottles of alcohol for you to mix and match as you wish, only seeing the occasional person enter who'd greet you and refill their cup.

you wince when you begin to find the music has become much more bass accelerated, and you decide you need a breather. you would have guessed hongjoong would have retreated upstairs with a girl by now. you guess wrong, however, when your eyes briefly meet his in the midst of the sea of bodies.

his eyes are wide, puppy like, vivid colours reflecting in his pupils. he looks at you expectantly, ignoring the people trying to catch his recognition left and right. he opens his mouth, as if about to say something, before a girl tugs on his arm, sidetracking his attention again.

you keep your head low, shaking it as you run a hand through your hair. you make it through the living room, the foyer through to the dining room, and make a quick move to lock yourself in the bathroom noticing it's vacancy.

the door acts as a soundproof wall, concealing you from all the commotion, the chaos. what was the point of showing up anyway? you had false hope - nothing was going to happen between the two of you even if you got down on your hands and knees and begged.

in truth, kim hongjoong is a coward. it doesn't matter how hard he tries to deny it, it's simply his thing. he makes a move, poised and mighty. but once the conviction begins to fade he shrivels into nothing more than a drop in the ocean, and hides his uneasiness by picking up another side chick. one moment he loves you, the next, he doesn't.

you shake your head, hands resting on either side of the sink. your heart is racing rapidly, and you feel pathetic. you feel pathetic because you know that your cheeks are red because of him. your palpitating heart is because of him. your thighs pressing together is all because of him.

you hate him, is what you keep telling yourself. you hate him and his reckless actions, his arrogance, his popularity, his likeability, his devilish smile, his handsome face, his perfect body- fuck. that's not it. you don't hate him. you hate how much you love him, how deeply you fell for his charms.

your index finger drags along your aegyo sal, wiping away smudged mascara and eyeliner. your eyes settle in the mirror dragging over your worn expression, and you sigh. it'd probably be best if you left before it got too late.

you jump slightly when there are a few desperate bangs at the door. "c'mon! gotta fuckin' piss-" you snatch your phone from the shelf, frantically unlocking the door and pushing it open, running off before you could face any confrontation.

maybe you were just a coward too.

you immediately approach the adjacent door which leads to the garden. reaching for the handle, you swing it open and slam it closed behind you before anyone else could follow. your back rests against the cool glass, and you exhale softly, finally being able to find some peace and quiet in the midst of the clamour.

you catch your breath, pulling out your phone from your back pocket and opening it to call an uber.

"i was almost convinced you weren't gonna show."

your eyes clamp shut. make it a nightmare. make it some sort of weird twisted dream. maybe someone spiked your drink - perhaps you were just hallucinating.

you blink once, twice, before hongjoong's index finger catches your chin. "hey. look at me." you can barely pick out his features, the dim lights emitting from the inside of his dining room just barely illuminating his cheekbones. "stop-.. running, from me.." he sighs out at the sight of your uncomfortable facial expression, thumb brushing against your bottom lip. he continues, before you can stop to think, "i try to talk to you, we give it a go, you regret ever giving it a go and run off, and this whole cycle repeats itself." his hands drift to your shoulders, down your sides before finding welfare on your hips. "and i don't think that's fair.."

his soft and rich tone makes your shoulders relax, and your head leans back, gently bumping against the door. "talk to me." you pull yourself together and shake your head, pushing him off you. "you talk like it's just me doing all the running. that's pretty ballsy coming from you," the way he looks at you tells you he knows that. better than anyone else. "and why does it matter anyway. go back inside, it's your party. bet your side chick's already waiting for you."

to your dismay, his hands reach for you again. he ignores your snarky comments, hands coming up to cup your cheeks, forehead bumping against yours. his eyes are large; doe-like. they're nothing short of innocent, but you're not blind to the small flames kindling within his pupils.

"i want to know why you're ignoring me. why you've stopped loving me so abruptly." his eyes fall shut and his eyelashes tickle your forehead. "otherwise i might have to make you tell me.." he tilts his head ever so slightly, soft, pillowy lips brushing against yours. "hongjoong.." your voice only comes out in the form of a whisper, and it makes hongjoong nod softly. "shh baby.. i've got you, it's okay."

"i don't-" "what happened, y/n? just abruptly telling me you're breaking up with me and then avoiding me for weeks on end isn't you. you're better than this!" "you're not right for me, hongjoong!" shit. that came out wrong. like that, the flames in his pupils douse. hongjoong's shoulders droop and his hands fall, but his eyes stay glued to yours. "no," you shake your head, rephrasing. "i'm not right for you."

"what makes- what makes you say that?" "listen to me closely, hongjoong." he wished you'd use his name in a brighter light. "i'm not right for you." "you're repeating the same shit but you're not telling me what it fucking means!" he rips away from you, a hand tugging through his hair. "what the fuck happened?! i thought we were doing well i-, i made sure you knew i loved you and i tried to make time for you-" "that's my problem! you're too busy- you've got no time for me! you've got dance, singing, producing, all these fucking parties! where does that leave me? does it make me love you any less? no! but i can't afford to be neglected by you!"

hongjoong's mouth opens and closes like a fish, trying to wrack his brain for something- anything! but deep down he knows you're right. he's busy, he can barely catch a break. and then off he goes throwing parties when he should be spending time with you. but somehow, 90% of what you say goes through one ear and out the other-

"you still, love.. me?" you scoff. "of course i do. but i just.. think it's better if you move on an-" "why do i have to move on when i haven't lost anything?" a smile grows on his face, and he grips your wrists excitedly. "i- i thought you hated me! and-" "are you not grasping anything i'm saying right now!" you yell over his excited yapping. "i'm saying!-" he quiets down to a soft pause. "-..you need to find someone who suits your needs better."

you barely register his sudden movements as he bursts forward, taking your cheeks in his hands as he slams his lips against yours. his eyes roll back as he sighs into your mouth. god how he's missed the feeling. he presses his body flush against yours, revelling in the feeling of, well, you. your addictive lips, your sleek hair, your compelling curves, he basks in you.

you try to break away, but your body seems to have other plans, arching into him. "hongjoong-" it's not longer than a second before he once again encapsulates your lips with his. you try to make out a sentence between desperate kisses. "we- .. we- shouldn't-" his front teeth graze your bottom lip, and he pulls you nice and tight against him, just the way you like it.

you would have made more of an effort to flee if it didn't feel so fucking good. his hands never cease to wander your body like it's an uncharted island in the pacific ocean. if they're not massaging your waist, they're sliding up and down your exposed back. if they're not sliding up and down your exposed back, they're groping your ass. he just can't get enough of you- of how intoxicating you are.

"hongjoong for fucks sak-" "shh." he smirks softly against your lips. he knows that bit by bit, little by little, you're giving in to him. or more, the idea of him. you melt into his hold, whining a little at an attempt to show your frustration. but he just coos mockingly, taking your hands in his and pinning them above your head. your right leg naturally hikes up against his hip, and he holds it in place with his vacant hand. "so good for me," his lips part and he kisses your nose. "such a good girl."

you can't believe this is happening. you're internally sour, trying to search for any reason left in this bottomless pit of lust you're drowning in. you can feel it rising inside of you, and it'll swallow you up eventually.

you don't think you've ever wanted him so bad. in fact, you don't think you've ever wanted anyone as badly as you do right now. you have to have him. otherwise it might just eat you alive.

"do you want-.." he's breathless, making sure your eyes never leave his. he's stuttering over his words, suddenly finding himself shrink under your gaze; it almost makes you smile. "uh- no pressure, by the way i-" your finger gently drags along the surface of his lip, deep red nail getting caught in the dip between them. you whisper softly, pulling him in for a soft kiss. "let's go."

sneaking away could have definitely been easier if hongjoong didn't always blatantly stick out like a neon highlighter in a tub of black markers. man of the hour or not, he can't help being stopped and pinched into conversations left and right and your patience is thinning. "hongjoong.." you mumble, and he nods profusely towards you in apology, excusing himself to his mates and bidding them a good night.

"aye! hongjoong, over here!" "hey guys!-" you pinch his elbow, pressing your lips to his ear. "go over to one more person and you'll get it." he feels himself twitch in his pants, but he just rolls his eyes and smiles at you with a satirising tone. "c'mon babe!~ it's 3RACHA! i can't just ignore 3RACHA!" he tries to shake away the thoughts nagging him to turn back in his head, releasing his arm from your wrist and jogging towards them. so much for not neglecting me. your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek, and you swing back around, making a beeline for the stairwell.

you're aware of hongjoong's strict rule of the second floor being prohibited during parties, but regardless of it you sneak past the numerous couples humping one another in the hallway, climbing the stairs up to his bedroom.

you exhale softly with your forehead pressed to the door, hand resting on the golden handle. you shouldn't be this nervous. it's only been a few months, you used to spend more time here than you did in your own apartment. but once you step into the room and shut the door, the overwhelming scent of him leaves you dumbfounded. your shaky hand drifts to the handle in a moment of diffidence, but you shake your head, and do nothing more than wipe your sweaty hands on the fabric of your dress.

you kick off your heels, feet dragging along the the off-grey carpet flooring as you trail over to his king sized bed. the satin sheets are cold against your lower thighs, and your hands gently grip the lush material. your eyes drift over his walls as you slip your arms out of the sleeves of your dress: his desk, his wardrobe, nothing had changed. however, what does catch your eye is a bottle of your signature perfume on his shelf, nearing its last millilitres.

you have your suspicions, bringing his pillow up to your nose. you sigh softly at the faint smell of your perfume lingering all over it. you haven't used that brand since you were last here all those months ago. you shimmy off the rest of your dress leaving you in your red lace lingerie, and you stride over to the shelf and pick up the small glass bottle. you flick the cap off with your thumb, and spritz the scented spray all over your body and the sheets.

laying back into the duvet, you feel your core throb with wanting and need as the aged memories invade your mind. your hands wander, just like his. they trace your curves the way he would, almost like it's muscle memory. "mh, joong.." you whisper to yourself as your back arches off of the mattress, unhooking your bra and tossing it to the side.

your hands fondle your breasts, and you let out the softest moan as your thumbs brush over your perky nipples. "hongjoong.." you whine the tiniest bit louder, hands hooking into your underwear and sliding them down your spread legs. sighing, your index and middle finger slip themselves between your folds, pushing them apart and lathering your wetness all over the digits. they slowly trace around your clit as you snatch your phone from the bedside table.

you would have never thought you'd be doing this again, but you open his archived chat left inactive for 5 months and click the camera in the bottom left corner. this was risky, and you'd be most likely to regret it. but nonetheless you begin recording, and whine softly into the phone. you feign innocence, pinching your clit softly between your fingers before you insert them both inside you. you gasp as you release an over exaggerated moan before hitting the send button.

you wait with a satisfied look on your face, watching one tick turn into two, from grey to blue. at that, your phone is forgotten, and your eyes flutter closed as you give your undivided attention to yourself.

hongjoong is becoming desperate. having to act like he didn't almost cream his pants at the sight of your wet pussy through his phone screen was tougher than he had originally imagined. he tucks his phone into his back pocket, trying to subtly adjust the baggy jeans hanging on his hips. while jisung and changbin eagerly talk to him, his eyes daintily drift to the side, catching seonghwa's gaze from the pool table.

seonghwa tilts his head, and hongjoong pats the side of his leg before tucking his index, middle and ring finger into his palm to form a phone sign. he holds it for two seconds before focusing back on the conversation he's having.

he thanks seonghwa indebtedly when it doesn't take much more than a blink of an eye before his phone vibrates in his back pocket. "sorry, i have to take this," he's apologetic, gesturing towards his phone. "have a good night guys!" he gives seonghwa a pat on the shoulder as he passes by, and seonghwa returns the gesture with a wink.

he can't resist himself as he walks through the hallway, opening the video again and feeling his cock throb violently in the confines of his jeans. he practically sprints up the stairs when you send another text: "you better hurry up or i'm leaving." it was a lie, obviously. hongjoong knew it too. but that didn't stop him from becoming overly eager.

he bursts through the door, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets at the sight of three fingers plunging in and out of your pussy, presented proudly out in the open for only his eyes to see, the erotic squelching sounds become apparent when he closes the door: "what took you so long," you sigh out accompanied by a breathy moan. "i'm sorry baby." he mumbles, already reaching for his belt as he kneels at the bed, unbuckling it and tossing it to the side.

"you should be," you pull your fingers out, using your clean hand to pull him into a sloppy, open mouthed, all teeth and saliva, kiss. "i'm expecting compensations." he pulls back with a grin, tugging his black tank top over his head. "of course, princess."

his knees straddle your hips, leaning down to press open mouthed kisses to your neck. with his jeans already hanging so low on his hips, your feet make a move to slide them off to his ankles, he finishes the job off, discarding them on the floor. the beautiful, overbearing scent of your perfume makes him shiver, and he grips the sheets on either side of you, striving ever so hard as not to completely lose control of himself. he wants to take this slowly with you, enjoy the moment of finally having you back in his arms again.

or at least that's what he would have liked, but it seems you had other plans. "so, you gonna fuck me or what?" you exhale, arching up into him when his lips find your pebbled nipple, suckling gently as his hand gropes your unattended tit. he supposes he could wait to take it slow another time.

"patience," he grins, drifting down to your pelvis, deciding this is where he wanted to leave his mark. "let me take care of you, sweetheart." he nips, sucks, kisses, littering red, lip sized marks all over your pubic bone, making sure they would last at least a few days. your hand reaches down to grip his gelled back hair, and he groans softly as you tug on the strands. your legs spread as he makes himself comfortable between them, and he swears he almost cums in his boxers when your ankle moves to the back of his head, violently shoving him into your wet pussy.

he moans out, arms wrapping around your thighs as his lips make contact with your clit. you taste better than he ever remembers. sweet yet salty, flavourful, delicious. "mmh, that's good.." you whisper softly, and the praise makes hongjoong ever the more motivated to pleasure you. "am i good for you baby?" you grin and nod softly. "so good." he smirks and coats his index and middle finger in your slick before pushing them into your already stretched out hole.

and you know the second that his fingers, longer than yours, push and curl into you combined with his tongue lapping away at your clit, that you won't last long. more of your slick drips out and onto hongjoong's hand; you can't remember the last time you were so desperate. "missed you so much baby." he whines out, unable to resist rolling his hips once, twice, into the mattress, trying to alleviate the aching in his boxers. "so- so good hongjoong- shit," you stutter out in between gasps and whines, feeling that familiar pit in your pelvis when his fingers drill themselves against your g-spot.

the long suck to your nub that follows straight after is what throws you over the edge. you're just tinkering on the edge of an orgasm, and you know it when your legs begin to shake. "hongjoong! hongjoong- please! oh god- oh fuck i'm cumming," you thrash around, legs wrapping themselves around his head and suffocating him in your pussy.

hongjoong feels his hard cock positively twitch and leak like a broken faucet as translucent, salty liquid leaks out of you and onto his stuck out tongue. he hums appreciatively, chest puffing up with pride when he realises he made you cum with just his fingers and tongue. faster than ever before, too. he makes the lewdest slurping sounds with his tongue, drinking you up as if he were a feral, famished man. at this point, he might as well be one.

"good?" he asks with a toothy smile, his sharp canines peaking out through his swollen lips. "so good. so good for me, joongie.." you whisper to him, running a hand through his hair before tightening it, curling and tugging him towards you. his lips meet yours in a kiss much gentler than any of the ones exchanged earlier, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. your hands reach down to feel around the wet patch of his pre-cum on the front of his boxers, and you make a fast move to tug them down his legs, tossing them to the side before pulling him into your arms. "think you deserve a reward, baby?"

he nods so eagerly, you swear you see a tail wagging behind him as he hums keenly. "yeah?" you croon, enjoying watching him become desperate to please you and himself too. he doesn't even make an effort to hide how eager he is to slip into you and fall into a deep abyss of euphoria, brain filled with nothing other than praise and pleasure - and maybe a little white noise too. "what does my baby want?"

"to cum.." he mumbles, leaning down to nibble at your neck while his cold fingers drift down to where he had left his bruises on you, tracing them lovingly. it was almost primal, to him. to see you marked up. it reminded him that you truly did belong to him. "wan' make you cum too- wanna cum inside.." he twitches when your hand comes to wrap around the base of his cock. "i'm so fuckin' hard.. i wanna fuck you so fuckin' bad, baby." he begs breathlessly, thrusting up into your hand for more friction.

"you're so lucky i love you," you mutter under your breath, and his breath hitches as his dick simultaneously twitches in response. his stomach erupts into butterflies, but he tries to suppress the mushy feelings for the post-orgasm conversation he knows he'll end up having with you whether you like it or not.

"you really are just leaking aren't you? so messy." you tease, thumb swiping over his slit and he curls into you with a hiss, eyes falling shut. "sensitive today, are we?" you mumble, twisting your fist around his cock head again to draw another reaction from him. "been hard all day," he admits, head falling into the crook of your neck. "wanted to wait so i could fuck you." you shake your head with a chuckle. "so bold to automatically assume i'd let you fuck me."

hongjoong honestly believes he sees the gates of the afterlife appear in front of him when he finally feels your wet heat press against his cock. you drag your folds up and down the base of him, using a mixture of your cum, slick and his leftover saliva to lubricate him. "w-well i'm here now, aren't- aren't i?" you sigh, guiding his tip to your sopping hole. "eh, i guess so." your palms rest against his back when you slam his hips down onto you in one harsh movement. hongjoong's breath is knocked out of him at the unexpected movement, and his fingers grip your hips as he whines loud. "oh fuck-!"

you've missed him so badly. skin to skin, lips to lips, heart to heart, you have him fully. you hum, head dropping back into the satin pillows. "that's it.. i've missed you, joong. missed this big cock so much." you don't think your cunt could ever get used to the delicious stretch his cock provides you with, with or without fingers beforehand. he just reaches that particular spot inside you that nobody else ever could, and it drives you absolutely mad with adoration.

but what snaps you out of your bliss is that you realise hongjoong has no plans of moving. his head just stays dipped into the crook of your neck, hands gripping your waist so hard the skin will positively bruise, panting hard. "hello?" you mumble, poking the side of his head. he grumbles out something unintelligible, and it makes you sigh, propping yourself up onto your elbows. "this pussy's not gonna fuck itself, is it?" your question is more rhetorical, but it makes hongjoong wince. "c-can't." his voice is strained, and you have an idea of why, yet you still choose to prod further. "what do you mean, 'you can't'?"

"feels too good.." he whispers, and you grin. admittedly, hongjoong is indeed, a very busy man. jobs, producing, lectures, dance classes, clubs, parties, he's everywhere doing everything all at once. but the most critical aspect of it all, was that he was loyal to you. he hadn't kissed, touched, or fucked a single other person since he last had you, holding onto that small slither of hope that he could win you back when the time was right.

that, however, now leaves him in a sticky - no pun intended - situation where he knows that if he doesn't pull himself together, he'll drain his balls within minutes of fucking you. "oh? poor baby.." you feign innocence, just for a few seconds before your legs wrap around his hips, beginning to grind up onto him in search of your own friction. "that's too bad."

hongjoong yelps, trying to ground himself by fisting his duvet into a death grip, little whimpers making it past his sealed lips. your hands take a hold of his hips, aiding you in your movements. "you gonna help me now, or what?" you grit out, and all he can do is shake his head frantically, bottom lip jutted out into a pout. "i- i'll cum baby- i can't!-" "so what? cum or not, we're not stopping until i do." he exhales shakily.

"so are you gonna be a good? or will i have to go find someone else who can fuck me right?" hongjoong grits his teeth, shaking his head and putting all of his body weight on you until you come to a stop, he experiments, thrusting up once, twice, before mumbling a soft: "okay.". you rub his back gently, whispering in return: "come on.."

the sudden snap of his hips catches you off guard. you squeak, hands frantically reaching for his biceps to ground yourself. "shit! th- that's it hongjoong! ngh-" he nods frantically, yanking your knees up to your chest to thrust even deeper. he groans, eyes squeezing shut as he tries not to focus on how gorgeous you look beneath him, or how slick the sounds between you are, or how good your pussy feels, or how badly he wants to fucking cum.

he sets a brutal pace, balls slapping against your ass with every deep, meaningful thrust into you. "atta boy.. ohh baby i-" you gasp out, feeling the pad of hongjoong's thumb press down on your clit, rubbing up and down in synchronisation with his thrusts.

he pants hard and desperately it's almost concerning, lips parted and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as he buries his head deep into the crook of your neck. you arch up into him, breasts pressing flush against his bare chest. your rhythmic clenching, the borderline salacious amount of wetness inside of you, the raking of your nails on his back, it's almost too much for him.

the longer he pursues you, the more he realises that he in fact, cannot wait, and will cum. he had tried not to too early, truly! but he had been close the second he walked into the damn room, and the amount of different versatile sensations he has no choice but to feel drive him over the edge. "baby- i can't- i can't i-" your legs wrap themselves around his hips, locking him in. "it's okay baby. go on. cum for me. fill me up."

with that, he's gone. you don't think you've ever seen him behave this way in the years you've known him. "oh godd yes- yes yes yes-" he's lewd, and he puts professional pornography to shame. the way he presents himself is obscene, head thrown back, eyes rolled into them. a staggered groan escapes him as he comes undone, his seed flowing inside of you as he gently rocks his hips, knuckles whiter than white with the pressure he's putting on the pillows either side of your head. you guide him through his orgasm, petting his hair softly.

his back glistens with beads of sweat among the moles and freckles dotted along his shoulder blades, and they flex as his arms slowly yet surely move to wrap around your torso. he exhales, nuzzling into you as he catches his forfeited breaths back.

you supposed that if he were unable to continue, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. it was even between the two of you now, and you were both correspondingly satisfied. you reach down and grip the base of him that isn't enveloped inside of you, and can't even begin to attempt to suppress the grin on your face when you realise he's still hard. "not satisfied yet, are you?"

he's about to defend himself, promise you he's not as filthy as he presents himself to be. but there's no need for it, seeing as you give him no time to rest before you climb on top of him, and start rocking your hips. and honest to god, hongjoong has absolutely no idea what to do with himself.

he's being used like a toy, and he loves it. but at the same time he isn't sure if you want him to help you or if he should take it, so many thoughts rushing through his mind but in reality he's just trying to stall so he doesn't cum again. he's a ragdoll in your arms, the pleasure he had been feeling a few seconds ago returning in an instant with a new found sensitivity, your pussy even wetter with his cum. he ever so desperately wanted to take back the dominance between the two of you, he knew he could do it. but the most he could do to even voice a reaction was curse loudly, cry out and throw his head back.

he takes it back. completely. there was no way he could do anything other than accept it without any objections. it was everything he had ever wanted and more, there was nothing going on in his mind other than perpetual euphoria.

"fuck i'm close," you whisper, cursing in approval when hongjoong's index and middle finger work at your clit in time with your bounces. "c-cum for me? cum for me baby?" hongjoong's eyes brim with tears, a mix of sentimentality and overstimulation. you nod frantically, finally letting the knot in your gut come loose, letting out a wail as your orgasm washes over you.

he whines softly at the feeling of you gushing around him, and he cums a second time. he fills you up again with a groan through gritted teeth, in smaller spurts with less amount than the first. you pant, falling limp on top of him with a grunt. "that was good," you hum, hand moving to trace his collarbone.

hongjoong's arms come to encircle around your waist, pressing you close to his chest as he begins to soften inside of you, making no move to pull out. he kisses your temple, one of his hands moving to the back of your head, caressing your dishevelled head of hair. hongjoong has never felt such relief as he does holding you, your body feeling just right with his, and he can't help but think to himself..

"i love you." he blurts out. the confession is rushed, panicked and hesitant. you feel his body tense up the moment he registers he's said it, but you just smile against his chest, poking him in the rib. "you're okay i guess." not getting the answer he wants, he groans. "princess.." his tone is whiny, and you giggle, sitting up to plant a passionate kiss to his lips.

"i'm joking, joong. i love you too."

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holdmytesseract · 6 months

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moodboard by @chennqingg <3

Through The Years

Jotun!King!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: This story takes you and Loki on a journey through the twins life. From their first steps all the way to their first time falling in love.

Warnings for this Chapter: fluff, insecurities, a bit of angst... Let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 1k

a/n: I know this one is a very short chapter, sorry! 🥺 The next one's gonna be longer, I promise! Nevertheless, I absolutely love it. 🥰

This sequel is based on @eleniblue 's ideas. 😊

Tags: @lady-rose-moon @huntress-artemiss @muddyorbsblr @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @chennqingg @smolvenger @alexakeyloveloki @theaudacitytowrite @jennyggggrrr @asgards-princess-of-mischief @eleniblue @vanilla-daydreaming @loz-3 @valencia-rou @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @fictive-sl0th @bunny24sstuff @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @lovingchoices14 @linaax @mochie85 @goblingirlsarah @glitchquake @lokidbadguy @icytrickster17 @gruftiela @lulubelle814 @mandywholock1980 @november-rayne @chantsdemarins @simping-for-marvel @lou12346789 @aagn360 @lokiforever @anukulee @multifandom-worlds (Continuing in the comments)

❄️ Chapter One ❄️ Chapter Three ❄️

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Chapter Two - Sharing the Same Blood

You were seated on the little sofa; barely started to read your book in order to take a breather from the stressful day. It was always stressful, when Loki was away on royal duty and you had to rule Jotunheim alone.

Suddenly, impatient knocks drummed against the door to the royal chambers. You closed your book shut again, and put it away. There were only two persons in the world who knocked like this. "Come in!" You called out, smiling at what was to come.

"Mommy!" The twins both yelled in union storming through the door. They ran over to you and jumped on the sofa to join you, each boy cuddling against your side. Váli on the left, Áki on the right. "Hey boys!" You welcomed them with open arms, of course, having seen them lastly early this morning. They had been with their tutor the whole day, learning about Jotunheim, the nine realms, how to behave as princes and so on.

You wrapped an arm around your sons and placed a kiss on each forehead. "How were your lessons today? I heard Arvid took you to the city?" You felt them nod. "Mhm," said Áki, while Váli revealed more. "He wanted to show us the market." "Oh, great. I love the market. Did you like it?" At your question, both boys went quiet, nobody answering your question. Their excitement gone. You frowned, noticing immediately that you obviously asked the wrong question. Something was clearly off. "You didn't like it, huh?" Both shrugged their shoulders. "Now what kind of answer is that? What happened? Was Arvid too strict?" "No, mommy, the market was great, but..." Váli started, not finishing his sentence, causing his twin brother to jump in. "But when we were allowed to go play, there was a boy, who, uh, who asked us if we truly are twins..." You frowned even more. Now that was strange. "Why?" "He said because me and Váli look different and not like brothers."

After those words you heard a small, soft sob coming from your left, which wrenched your heart. "He said I-I l-look strange." You immediately shook your head. Turning softly to face Váli, you brushed your hand through the thick, blonde curls on top of his head. "No, sweetheart. You don't look strange. You look like me - and I couldn't be prouder." Matching eyes looked up into yours, still clouded by tears. "But why do Áki and I look different? We are brothers - or not?"

That was the first time in eight years you - or Loki were faced with this question. Sure, they looked different from the day they were born, but the boys never questioned it, because it was normal. Everyone in the palace treated them equally, so they seemingly didn't have the need to ask. Until now. Until somebody would 'judge' them. And you knew that day would come. It was just a matter of time - and well... Today was the day.

"Of course, you are brothers," you started, placing a kiss on both princes foreheads. Luckily Váli's tears had subsided by now. "You two look different because of your heritage." "Our h-h... henri-age?" Asked Áki, clearly confused. You giggled at the pronunciation of the word. Clearly a word they weren't familiar with - yet. It was time for them to learn about it, though. "Yes, love. Heritage. It's a word to describe where you're coming from. Where your home is, and what the traditions, culture and so on are." They were looking at you expectantly and confused, but also very excited and intrigued. "Okay, let me explain. You know this is home, right? Jotunheim." Both, Váli and Áki nodded. "But you also know there are other realms. Midgard, for example." And once again, a nod. "Right. So... Jotunheim - realm of the Frost Giants. Like you know, they are tall, have cerulean skin, beautiful ruby eyes and unique ridges on their skin. It's your daddy's home. He is a Jotun; born and raised here." "I look like daddy!" Áki giggled excitedly. You smiled, "You do." booping his nose. "But I don't look like your dad, right? Jotunheim isn't my heritage. I was born and raised in Asgard, like your uncle Thor. I'm an Æsir. Fair skin, mostly blonde hair and very beautiful." Váli frowned; the gears in his head turning. "Is that why I look like you, mommy?" You nodded at him; running once again your hand through his hair. "Yes, that's right. You two are the perfect, wonderful product of the love your father and I share. Nature just decided to make you look different and unique."

The twins looked up at you, stunned. "Wow..." Váli and Áki gasped in union, causing you to smile at their sugar-sweet reaction. They were so pure and innocent - and you enjoyed it while it lasted. "But... Uh, mommy?" "Yes, Áki?" "How did you meet daddy? Arvid said that the realms are far apart and not that easy to reach..." You smiled, immediately recalling the memories of yours and Loki's first encounter, back when you were younger. "Let's sit in front of the fire place; make ourselves comfortable. I'm going to tell you a story..." That was exactly what you did; telling them how you met the love of your life.

"And that's how I met your father." You finished telling the love story of you and Loki your eight-year-old twins. The boys were sitting on the fur, criss-crossed in front of you and the fireplace with wide eyes, hanging on your every word. Of course, you told the story more 'romantically' and left out the juicy, dirty and 'dangerous' details. They weren't meant for children's ears. "Wow..." Váli gasped. "So you are actually a warrior, mommy?" Asked Áki. You chuckled, running your hands through both boy's curls. "If you wish to call it that, yes." "Is that why daddy fell in love with you?" You had to suppress a giggle at your son's sweet, innocent question. "Perhaps, sweetheart, but I'm afraid you have to ask your father."

#the ice flower au #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki #loki x you #loki fanfiction #tom hiddleston x reader #loki fluff #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson x reader #jotun loki #jotun loki x reader #jotun loki x you

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obsessive-ego · 10 months

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Slumber party panic

Reader x musical Beetlejuice

Nsft

Reader has a vagina

Fic where a bunch of teens summon beetlejuice moments before the two of you are intimate

This has been in my drafts forever

...

It's been a long hard week, coworkers have been calling in sick back to back to back, leaving you to cover, so that ment longer shifts, and rougher days but such was retail, you tried not to let it get to you, and kept telling yourself the you'll treat yourself on payday.

Mentally you were fine, but it DID take a toll on you physically, you'd stumble home after a nine hour shift, being the only competent employee on that day, drop your bag, sit on the couch and just stare into space exhausted, leaving your coat on, for about an hour before you'd force yourself up and put something together to eat, at least that was how you'd spend time after work on the days you were alone.

On days beetlejuice 'graced you with his presence', the moment you stumble exhausted into your home the ghoul was already on you, with a summoned clone or two to help take away your coat and bag, and eagerly bringing you to the kitchen where a hot and ready meal was waiting for you, it was so sweet, and honestly the first time he did this for you, you cried, for a demon he was such a sweet boyfriend.

Which brings us to today, another week in the books, you had the next day off and were really looking forward to resting

"Ya know babes, it's been awhile since we made the sheets sing" beetlejuice pulled into his side as the two of you sat together on the couch ignoring the gameshow that had been providing background noise

"I know" you yawn

"So how bout I remind ya why you're with me to begin with?" He snorts out a laugh, pink hues beginning to pop in his hair

You chuckle "I'm not just dating you for your dick beej-"

"I know toots, you're hear for my rear too♡" he pushes nuzzling into you neck, a hand moving to your upper thigh, you give a soft laugh feeling the bubble of excitement begin to start up, but then you yawn again

"Am I boring you?" Beetlejuice chuckles, knowing damn well the week you've just survived

"Sorry Bee-" you start

"Forgetta bout it, why don't you let ol' mister beebleboose do all the work tonight? You deserve a treat for being such a big strong working breather, and come on babes, I gotta fulfill my end of the bargain, since I'm your trophy husband♡"

You give the ghoul a playful push, moving him off you "we're not married beej-"

Beetlejuice crawls up onto your lap, trapping you between him and the couch "not yet♡"

The idea of getting married to beetlejuice always gave you butterflies, you knew the drill with him, the dead marrying the living gave them another, or in Beetlejuice's case, his first shot at life.

"Well?" The demon snaps you out of your thoughts

"Well what?"

"Do you wanna be my pillow princess tonight?♡" he snickered knowing how you weren't too keen on the nickname

"I don't know beej, being called 'princess' isn't really a turn on-"

"Alright my pillow prince♡" he coos, pinching your cheek

You swat his hand away "I do miss being intimate with you-"

"Then its settled!" Beetlejuice scoops you up, his hair now magneta, buzzing with excitement "call me old fashioned toots, but as much as I love railing ya on the couch, I'd rather tonight we take it to the boudoir♡" The ghoul quickly carried you over his shoulder to your room, making sure to give your bum a pinch before dropping you on the bed.

"God slash satan I've been waiting all week for this" beetlejuice purrs, crawling up on the bed and leaning over you, his magenta hair buzzing and giving the room a romantic glow

"Me too" you sigh leaning up giving the demon a soft kiss, it's been a rough week, and to be honest you've been feeling guilty saying no to him every night, you wanted to as well, you just wanted sleep more.

Beetlejuice pushes you back down on the bed, breaking the kiss, not like him, normally you'd have to remind him you need air to live, but whatever

"You're wearing too much clothes, here, allow me♡" he chuckles before snapping his fingers, your clothes vanishing in thin air, aside from a simple pair of black panties.

The ghoul leans back taking a good look at your mostly naked form, even though he's seen you like this so many times, his lecherous stare always made you a tad shy.

"It's been too long" he groans loosing his tie

"It's only been a week" you try to sit up only to have the ghoul push you back down

"Time works different when you're dead, now close your eyes and give daddy some sugar" beetlejuice purrs leaning forward, his long striped tongue leading the way

You do as instructed, having no desire to be what some would call a brat, you close your eyes and lightly part your lips ready to start a much desired night of passion.

You waited for a second or two, yet nothing, you knew beetlejuice as an inpatient guy, especially when it came to being intimate, so you peak.

He was gone

"Beetlejuice?"

Nothing

"Beetlejuice?"

Still nothing

"Beetle-?" You stop half way, knowing he'd normally stop you before you got all three B words out, but he didn't come

Oh, he was messing with you

"Okay" you start breaking the B word chain, then it hits you, maybe he's gonna try that thing the two of you were talking about, awhile ago you mentioned to beetlejuice you thought the idea of being 'railed' or 'taken advantage of' by an invisible entity is incredibly hot and if he was up to it, you'd very much like to try it with him, and by God, the demon was foaming at the mouth, and practically vibrating with excitement when you asked him that.

As that thought crossed your mind you eagerly lay back down against the pillows, sliding your panties downs leaving them hanging on your ankle, and spreading your legs. You lay there beaming with excitement waiting for the shoe to drop, but as 5 minutes pass your feelings fade to disappointment

Maybe this is beej's way if telling you he didn't really want to have sex with you tonight, maybe when he asked you earlier he was hoping you'd turn him down again, your heart squeezed at the thought and the humiliation you put yourself through, laying there like an idiot, was he getting back at you for turning him down ever night this week?

"If you didn't want to have sex you should have said something you ass" you cry getting off the bed and beginning to find something more comfortable and cozy to go to sleep in.

"You can forget sharing the bed tonight too" You couldnt help but tear up, he made you look like a fool, waiting for him laying there naked for almost an hour, he's probably in this room laughing at you, enjoying his shitty revenge game.

You plug your phone in and crawl under the covers of your bed, already warm from you laying there like a dumbass, you wanted to cry until you couldnt breath, this had to be the meanest thing ANYONE, let alone your partner, have ever done to you, just as you turn over ready to cry yourself to sleep, your phone rings.

You grab your phone off the night stand, wipe your eyes and awnser a shaky "hello?" Assuming it was a coworker calling last minute to ruin your day off tomorrow.

"Hey, babes? Call me back asap!"

"Beetlejuice?" What did he mean call him back? Wasn't he here?

"Two more doll, hurry up!"

He sounded alittle upset

"Where are you?"

He groans "just call me back and I'll explain" you could hear young girls crying in the background "I'll just be a minute" he shouts away from the phone, but still is herd by you

"Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice" you get it over with tired of this back and forth, you hear the clunk of the phone he was holding hit the floor then the disconnect tone.

In a puff of green smoke he was back, the magneta in his hair now gone, replaced with an awful mix of purple and red, the pink that graced his suit moments before his disappearance? Now the same awful mix as his hair, though the colours quickly fade back to pink when he sees you

"BABES!" He lunges at you, the bed creaks when he makes contact with the mattress, the demon was quick to wrap his arms around you and nuzzle in, to which you push away

"What happened?" Your voice was stern and demanding, you wanted answers and wanted them now.

"Aw babes" beetlejuice starts rubbing the back of his neck "it was rough, apparently some kids at Lydia's school herd her summon me, so they did it too, ya know, a bloody Mary party game situation"

He was pulled away, he was pulled away against his will, he didn't snub you, god this made your gut turn, you were upset for nothing.

"Thank whoever I was still fully clothed when it happened huh babes?" The ghoul gives you a nudge "let me set the scene for ya toots" Beetlejuice crawls up against the headboard with you, slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you in

...

"Give daddy some sugar♡" was the last thing he said to you before being pulled from your bed.

Lips still puckered leaning forward, an unfamiliar scream breaks the mood

Opening his eyes, before him sat 3 teenage girls

The room was dimly light by a hand full of led candles

It took the ghoul merely a moment to adjust to the situation, adjusting his tie, and smoothing his hair back, no longer magneta, but now red, these little brats ruining the night he's been craving all week.

"I cant believe it worked"

"A real live ghost"

"This is so cool"

"What have we done?! He's totally gonna kill us"

The chatter amongst themselves as of this was all a silly game

Beetlejuice clears his throat to stop noise and gain the kids attention

"Alright-" he starts

"Okay mister ghost, we summoned you so you have to do as we say, just like you did for that creepy lydia girl" what beetlejuice could only assume was the ringleader in this pack of teens, stood up straight poking him in the chest, the ghoul cringes at the mention of Lydia, guess Babs was right, maybe the two of em should be more careful in public spaces, but he sure as hell wasn't gonna to spread it around he got caught and summoned. Beetlejuice pushes the thought of a lecture out of his mind, he had bigger fish to fry, meaning to get home and rail you, you must be worried sick, you poor vagina drying up in his absence.

"First off we want you to-" the kid's voice snapped him from his musing back to the current problem

"Alright kid, I'm gonna stop ya right there, this isn't a 3 wishes genie situation, I'm a demon, ya know, from hell, and you 3 pulled me away from some serious demon business, I should eat the lot of you for it"

As Beetlejuice ranted his form changed, becoming more monstrous, his teeth shapper, his claws more prominent, his eyes more snake like, all around more intimidating.

The teens huddle together in fear pleading for their safety and passing around the blame of who's idea to summon him was.

"But I won't" at those words the demon features fade and he returns to his default look, although still red "if you kids do something for me"

At this point the girls were sobbing, noses running, babbling unintelligible sounds, and clinging together for dear life

"Can I use your phone?"

...

"Wow" was all you could say

"I know, I know, I've been through alot tonight, I could really use some comfort, so how bout we~" he leans into you nuzzling his beard into you neck, you gasp at the sensation, feeling his tongue lick the stripe up your neck.

"Oh Bj♡" You let out a soft moan

"I know toots♡" he groans guiding you back to laying beneath him "now where were we?♡"

...

.....

Bonus

Lydia: hey so that girl who's been being mean to me hasn't done anything to me in awhile

Beej: ....haha weird....

Y/n: ...yeah weird

#beetlejuice x reader #rambling #muscial beetlejuice x reader #nsft

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littlehypnone · 1 month

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idk if youve done anything like this but um

big rain losing trust in dew after an argument? so later when shes little, she doesnt have her main cg and she goes to find someone else and is sad?

and then maybe later, dew makes it up to her or something idk

im feeling kinda yucky and bad so idk but just an idea ?

i really liked this idea!!!

Rain and Dewdrop don’t argue often. Even when they do, it’s usually something borderline petty that would be resolved easily if one—or both—of them simply wouldn’t not be in a very communicative headspace. They always make up quickly, though, and their relationship is never damaged in the end. It’s always like that and everyone is used to it.

Sometimes, though, complications come up.

This time it was—technically—Dewdrop who was at fault, who started the argument. If only Rain wouldn’t have been as tired and achy as he was, if only he wouldn’t have added fuel to the fire with his words. But no, it didn’t go that smoothly, and so the fire ghoul had stormed off outside to take a very much needed breather, and Rain had returned to his room scoffing and snarling.

Hours later, Rain is overthinking the argument and feeling more and more guilty about the last couple of words that left his mouth before they went their separate ways. This and the pain that is pulsing through his legs that day is a simple recipe for the water to ghoul little, so little she ends up.

Her thoughts aren’t nice and she really, really needs Dewdrop, as usual in her current headspace, but all the mean things he said…she isn’t sure Dewdrop still likes her, and she isn’t sure she has enough trust for him while in her vulnerable state.

She sniffles sadly and fumbles with her phone to send Swiss a short message. A code they have set for when Rain goes little and needs him, but, for whatever reason, can’t get him any other way. Two emojis go flying and Rain cuddles around her shark plushie and waits.

Soon enough, Swiss appears in the door and immediately crawls into the water ghoulette’s bed and lays on his side next to her. “Hi, guppy.”

“Hi, Swissy,” she mumbles. She really likes Swiss and is always happy to spend time with him—big or little—but the argument with Dewdrop still hangs over her, and the fact that the fire ghoul is not there with her to calm down her bad thoughts hurts her. “Can I…can I get warm Swissy cuddles?”

“Of course you can, princess!” the multi ghoul smiles, intent or doing his best to cheer the little thing up, even though he knows he isn’t powerful enough to get rid of all the ickiness. Everyone knows Rain needs Dewdrop for that, but it's hard when he’s the cause.

Rain curls her lips upwards the tiniest bit, just to show Swiss she really appreciates him, before she curls up against his chest and nuzzles into his neck.

Swiss helps her fall asleep with a little spark of calming quintessence, and she naps for a while—all the bad thoughts kept at bay. When she wakes up again it’s to a quiet knocking at the door and she’s a lot smaller than before falling asleep. Her head is all fuzzy, but it’s okay. It’s warm and nice, thanks to Swiss.

The multi ghoul calls out for the person to come in, but he curls around the little ghoulette in his arms protectively. Fiery smell reaches Rain’s nose and she understands it’s Dewdrop who came in. She whines quietly and hides in Swiss’ chest.

“Dew, I don’t think it’s a good time,” the multi ghoul mutters, but there’s no anger in his voice. He knows it’s just how Dewdrop and Rain are, that they’ll be fine. “She’s really small and she just woke up from a nap.”

“Oh, I…Okay, I’ll go…I’m sorry,” he whispers, and even though Rain is so very sleepy and a bit scared of the fire ghoul at the moment, she doesn’t like the tone of his voice. She doesn’t like how small and sad it is.

“No,” Rain says quietly, barely loud enough for Dewdrop’s ears to catch it. “Don’ go, Dewy.”

“Are you sure, my little lady?” he asks and it sounds like he’s moved closer.

“Mhm.”

“What about me, princess?” Swiss pulls back to look down at her and tuck a strand of her hair behind a little ear. “Do you want me to stay or go?”

“Don’ gotta stay, Dewy’s fine.” She tells him. The multi ghoul nods in understanding and leans down to kiss her forehead before moving away. Rain immediately feels cold and Swiss notices, so he tucks a fluffy blanket right under her chin.

“If you’ll need me send me the code again, alright?”

“Mhm,” she hums in agreement and Swiss smiles softly and leaves. He clasps a hand over Dewdrop’s shoulder on his way and squeezes reassuringly.

The fire ghoul sighs heavily when the door closes. He takes a step forward, twisting his fingers. “Can I sit in the bed with you? I can offer some warm cuddles, if you’d like that.”

Rain nods and wiggles a hand out from under the covers to pat the mattress encouragingly. Dewdrop can’t help but smile; he really doesn’t deserve this sweet creature.

He gets onto the bed and under the blankets and waits for Rain to get into a cuddle position she feels comfortable with and she decides to curl up against his side, similarily to how she’s been with Swiss. Probably so she can be close and warm, but so that she can kept her face hidden in the blanket and Dewdrop’s chest. He throws an arm around her little form and she doesn’t tense up, so he holds her closely.

“I’d like to talk about our argument properly when you’re big again, my little lady,” the fire ghoul says—quietly and softly, no pressure to respond or even hear him in it, “but I want to apologize now, if that’s okay.”

“I’s okay.”

“Alright. Well, then, I apologize. I’m sorry I was being mean and said all those bad things. I was wrong and I shouldn’t have snapped at you, Rainy. I’m very sorry.”

“‘m sorry, too,” the water ghoulette mumbles and Dewdrop frowns.

“What for, my little lady?”

“Was mean, too,” she shrugs and looks up. Dewdrop could just about melt at her big, blue eyes. “D’yoo still like me?”

“Oh, baby,” the fire ghoul whines, hurt by the question alone. How badly he messed up if Rain has such doubts? He feels terrible. “You have nothing to be sorry for, I deserved being mean to, and I will never, ever stop liking you, my little lady. Please, never forget that.”

“Mmm…okay,” she whispers and it turns into a yawn. She definitely needs to continue that nap. “I still like you, too, Dewy.”

Dewdrop smiles so big both his face and his heart hurt. They’ll be fine.

#hypno writes #little ghouls #age regression #little rain #cg swiss #cg dewdrop

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romansstic · 2 years

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i’m having visions of you, hwang hyunjin.

hyunjin constantly has visions of his kindergarten princess. but, right when he’s at his lowest, what he believes as his guardian angel dressed in pink comes back to save him.

pairing: hyunjin x f!reader - reader is stated to be korean, sorry if this doesn’t fit you but it was the only way i thought would fit the story :(

genre: written fic, angst, fluff, idol life, hj hiatus era :(, childhood friends (?) to lovers, some graphic language (damn & fucking. let me know if i missed any!)

a/n: inspired by star lost from you @hyunjinspark ! all time fav author. pls don’t be afraid to point out mistakes! i made this at like... 1... 2 am...

might make a pt 2... idk lmao just maybe

2021, GANGDONG DISTRICT - ESCAPADE ARTS.

ding!

signaling an entrance, the girl in the front desk looked up. “hello, welcome to escapade arts! the perfect getaway place for artists like you!”

hyunjin nodded in acknowledgement.

the girl smiled at him, batting her eyes. god, just one day, please.

he sighed, crinkling his eyes to make it seem like he actually smiled under his mask. “hi, how do i sign up?”

“just fill the form and we’ll get you inside in no time!”

hyunjin grabbed the pen, he looked over the names in the sign up sheet. there were only a few, most of them already leaving right before his arrival.

hwang, h.

there seemed to be only one other person inside the work shop in this hour, so he decided why not? worst thing that will happen is that they’ll talk, go home, and just forget about each other.

no harm in having a little human interaction. lord knows he needs it.

ever since being sent to hiatus, hyunjin’s been self destructive - isolating himself from everyone. the members took it upon themselves to repeatedly bang and scream at his door just so he could get fed up and actually face them, even if it meant him getting mad.

chan gave him the idea to take a breather. go out in the real world. hyunjin needed to heal. he needed to take time to himself, in a healthy way.

and what better way than to indulge in something he’s passionate about that’s not dance. art.

hyunjin remembers how he got into art. he remembers it better than the back of his hand. it was the most crucial event that happened in his life. he could never forget.

how could he?

entering inside, hyunjin was greeted with a large assortment of canvases, tables, and various supplies. paint cans, paint brushes, and painted art works adorned the walls of the escapade arts walls.

it was a dream.

hyunjin was tranced. he had never seen something - some place - so simple yet so angelic at the same time. he could cry at how beautiful the scene was.

it reminded him of the girl of his dreams.

easels were sprawled all around. he almost didn’t notice the person painting on one of the canvases near the corner.

their area looked like a mess, for all one knows even more of a mess than he was. paint was all over their hands. but the person didn’t seem to care. they were too busy in their own to pay attention to anything else.

hyunjin wishes he could relate for it seems that a plethora of things surround his mind in any given moment. he could never focus on one thing and one thing only.

perhaps dance did. maybe performing did. but nevertheless, in those situations, he still feels the worry of how the bigger picture looked in the end.

they were immersed in art. they hadn’t a single care in the world; just them, paint, and a canvas. they looked angelic.

and hyunjin could recognize that angelic face anywhere.

hyunjin no longer felt like tearing up over the place, but the person.

after all this time?

after years of longing, yearning, reminiscing. the one person he’d always have visions of was finally here - right in front of his eyes.

is this real?

hyunjin rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, not believing the fact that this isn’t just a heavily descriptive, realistic, mind-boggling dream.

still, the angel sat there. his angel.

he stood there like an idiot. if anyone else saw the scene happening before him, they’d think he’s a creep.

he grimaced, closing his eyes. who just stares at a stranger?

no, not a stranger.

picking himself up, he walks - slowly, lightly, hushed steps.

the person he’d always dreamed of still hadn’t noticed him, and he didn’t know if he liked that or not.

hyunjin was perfectly fine with just staring at the girl. hell, just being in her presence was enough.

on the other hand, he wondered what her voice sounds like. is it the same dreamy voice always echoing in his mind? maybe it’s deeper - huskier. perhaps, it even became more enchanting? god, he would lose it.

maybe it is best she doesn’t notice him.

he chooses a spot as far as from her as possible, yet still having the room to look and admire her.

he beats himself up inside. can you be more of a creep, hyunjin? step out of it!

right as his body hits the stool-

creek!

the stool makes a noise.

of course it did. hyunjin curses.

y/n looks up, startled. you were so engrossed in your painting. you didn’t realize there was someone was in the same room as you.

get it together, y/n!

“sorry!” hyunjin calls out.

y/n finds his voice alluring.

“no problem!” she smiles that damn smile.

hyunjin thinks he cries. inside. hearing your voice melts him. hearing his angel’s voice melts him.

“oh, sorry wait i forgot to put my mask on. no one usually come during these ho-”

“keep it off.”

hyunjin startles himself. y/n raised a brow, confused as to way this man covered from head to toe - minus his eyes - was telling her to keep her mask off. “oh?”

“sorry, i mean!” hyunjin catches himself, “i mean, it’s okay. keep it off if you’re comfortable that way. we’re far apart anyways...”

he wishes you weren’t far apart. he wishes he could be beside you. he wishes he could wipe off the confused put off your face. he wishes he could envelope you in his arms and whisper you sweet nothings. he wishes he could finally tell you how much he missed you.

but he can’t.

“well, we don’t have to be.”

hyunjin swears his heart is about to jump out of his chest and start running around the room. he stutters.

“do you wanna sit beside me? you don’t have to be lonely all the way there.”

hyunjin is stunned.

what was all that about not being able to be near her?

he knows he should’ve refused. he should’ve said no and stayed at his spot, just silently adoring you.

but he didn’t. he jumped at the opportunity to finally be close to you after all this time. he wanted to breathe in your scent. he wanted to finally feel you beside him.

and now he could.

hyunjin quicky jumps up, causing y/n to leave a soft giggle. he quickly grabs his bag and rushes towards you, almost knocking a canvas down.

“woah, there! calm down, mister!” she chuckles.

he misses her laugh.

hyunjin laughs too, in what felt like ages. he doesn’t think he’s laughed, more so smiled, since he got sent to hiatus.

“sorry, just haven’t been outside in a while.”

“i can tell,” y/n gives him a soft smile. normally, if a stranger told him that, he would’ve scoffed and walked away. but this was you. he knows what your words mean through and through.

so he smiles back.

hyunjin removes his cap, running a hand through his hair. y/n stares at him.

“so,” she started, “what brings you here?”

“huh?” hyunjin looked at her, “me?”

there she goes again with her fucking adorable laugh, “well who else?”

“oh, right,” hyunjin evidently blushes.

“if you want, you can take your mask off too. um, unless you have covid or have been near someone from covid... oh, but you probably don’t you got past the registration requirements anyways,” y/n rambled, “anyways! you just... do you and do whatever you want to do,” she smiled.

her rambling makes hyunjin smile, again.

removing his mask, he looked at y/n for a reaction.

all he got was the same welcoming smile he’d always love.

yet, no sense of recognition.

not even a slight surprise she’s beside an idol. if she even knew that stuff.

hyunjin was obviously red. y/n could tell he was anxious with the way he kept licking and biting his lips, never seeming to keep steady.

“i come here to stress relieve.”

he looks at her. “well i’m here almost everyday. when i don’t have classes i stay here the whole day. my family pity me for it, but i’m happy here.”

y/n looks at hyunjin, meeting his eyes - which just bring hyunjin to turn redder. “not many people come here, or stay long. most think it’s boring,” she frowns. “but i think you’d like it here.”

“you think so?”

“you’re the type of person who likes to just... bask in silence. do what you love doing. express yourself, you know?”

hyunjin nods, thoughtful. “true. you seem very wise.”

y/n chuckles. “not wise, hyunjin. i just.. think a lot? i guess.”

hyunjin laughs along, not even realizing your slip up because of how much your presence alone consumed him.

after that, it’s silent.

peace.

just you painting strokes onto your canvas, and hyunjin starting on with his.

hyunjin paints with a smile. he silently thanks chan and the rest of the boys for encouraging him to get out.

and then it hit him. hyunjin.

you said his name.

did he tell you his name?

he couldn’t remember. maybe he did, and he just forgot.

y/n notices him sweating. “hey, you doing alright there?”

“hm?” only then hyunjin realizes his knee has been bouncing and his hands sweating. “oh, yeah. i’m okay.”

y/n eyes him, “no, you’re not.”

hyunjin is both amazed and pissed at how you can read straight through him, and have no filter with it.

“um, i was just wondering...” hyunjin shakes, “did i... tell you my name?”

y/n haulted from her actions, “um,” she paused, “yes. you did.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“sorry,” he apologizes. “i just forgot, i think.”

“yeah, it’s okay.”

hyunjin feels weary after that conversation.

2006, LAS VEGAS KINDERGARTEN.

“don’t leave me!”

a 6 year-old hwang hyunjin cried to his mother, “if you love me, you’d stay!”

his mother sighed, “jinnie, my baby,” she cupped his tear stained cheeks, a frown laced on his face - contrasting his pretty features. “it’s only for a little while, i promise. you can get through this, okay? stay strong, prince.”

“but!” hyunjin stuttered, “how will i talk to anyone? no one looks like they’d speak korean here.”

looking around, hyunjin’s mom spotted an asian girl - who she assumed to be korean - sitting on her desk. she had a pink tutu dress on while her hair adorned space buns, quietly drawing what seemed to be a tree house with a little girl and a dog playing on the grass. the mother quickly, yet lightly, tapped the girl’s shoulder.

“um, hello there, honey. sorry to bother you, but, is there any way you perhaps speak korean?”

the girl’s face brightens up. adorable - the woman thinks. “yes! hello, ma’am!”

the little girl spoke in korean. “nice to meet you! my name’s y/n,” you gave your hand, “and yours?”

the mother shook her hand, “nice to meet you too, y/n! i’m hwang euna. this,” she gestured to hyunjin - who just made a face at his mother, “is sam! but you can call him hyunjin. jinnie, say hi.”

“hi.”

“hello! i’m y/n!”

why is she so smiley? hyunjin thought. no one could be that happy to be in school.

“sorry, he’s usually not this grumpy,” she nudged her son. “hyunjin, here, is a little scared-”

“i’m not scared!”

“ehem,” she coughed. “anyways, he’s new here. never been to vegas. he’s not familiar with english, as well,” she frowned. “i was wondering, maybe if he had someone to lean on and translate for him - it would help. that is, if you’re... okay with it?”

looking at the hopeful look on the elder woman’s face, you grinned. “not a problem, mrs. hwang! at least i think you’re a mrs. hwang...?”

“ah yes, of course! just call me euna.”

“okay, mrs. euna!” y/n turned to hyunjin, “i’m your new friend now, hyunjinnie!”

hyunjin’s mom grinned widely, “oh, thank you, y/n! thank you so much! you’re an angel! i promise i’ll make it up to you.”

y/n giggled, shyly. “it’s really not a need, mrs. euna. i’m just glad i have a friend now!”

first day of kindergarten, art class.

“hey, hyunjinnie?” y/n tapped the boy’s shoulder.

hyunjin grumbled. “yes?”

“um, i just wanted to let you know you can share my paint,” y/n smiled, showing her teeth, “i noticed you don’t have coloring supplies with you, so...”

hyunjin wanted to hate you. in no particular reason ever. maybe it was the way you were so nice to him, it made him doubt it’s genuine.

but as time passed by, he grew to grow fond to you. attached to you.

one day, just a few weeks before hyunjin’s flight back home, y/n came face to face with a frowning, pouty, hwang hyunjin.

“hey, hyunnie. what’s up?”

hyunjin looked at y/n with sad eyes, not answering her.

y/n, sensing hyunjin wants non verbal comfort, sits beside him on the grass. you pull out your sketch book. “here.”

hyunjin looks at the blank piece of paper y/n ripped from her sketch book. “take it.”

“why? i have my own.”

you rolled your eyes, “just take it, dummy! i’m trying to be nice here,” you playfully frown - making hyunjin google. “okay.”

“so i do this thing,” you grabbed your colored pencils, “when i don’t know how to describe or say how i’m feeling, i draw it.”

hyunjin looks at her incredulously. “how do you draw feelings?”

“well, it’s more like, i just let my hand do it’s thing, ya know? i don’t think about it, i just do it.”

“how do you just... do it?”

“just,” y/n takes a breathe of air, “forget about life for a moment,” she closes her eyes and hyunjin looks at you. he never really realized how much you looked like an angel under the sunlight. well more like under any light.

“just scribble!” you exclaimed, causing hyunjin to snap away from his thoughts. “if you’re mad, just scratch and poke holes onto the paper! it really does help! my dad’s a therapist and he said it’s a way to calm you down,” you smile brightly.

hyunjin looked amazed. he really admired how wise you seem to be. you just get him.

and so, the two start drawing. it was peace. hyunjin greatly enjoyed the times where you two just sat down in silence, enjoying one another’s presence.

“woah, that’s beautiful, sammie!”

hyunjin looked up, seeing y/n’s wowed expression, “you’re a natural!”

he blushed, “you really think so?”

“yes, hyun! that’s the most beautiful art work i’ve ever seen in my entire 5 years of living!”

you’re the most beautiful art work i’ve ever seen, hyunjin thinks. “thanks. you’re amazing too.”

y/n lifted a brow, “really? all i drew was a sunrise but thanks! i appreciate you!” you grin at hyunjin.

“um, y/nnie,” hyunjin started, shaking.

“hey, hyun?” you grabbed ahold of his hands, ignoring the sweat laced on it. “you don’t have to tell me if it makes you sad,” you frown.

“no! i need you to know!” hyunjin exclaimed, tears forming in his eyes. you felt your heart break.

hyunjin gasped, “i’m going back to korea soon!”

he closed his eyes, afraid to see your reaction. when he didn’t hear a reply, he opened an eye.

all he was greeted with was a sad smile.

it comforted him.

“oh, sam,” y/n hugged the boy. “i’m gonna miss you so much.”

hyunjin cried. he cried so hard he knew there was a wet patch on y/n’s shirt. “i’m so sorry, y/n. i’m sorry...”

you pulled away, only to grab his cheeks in your hands. “what are you sorry for, hyunnie? you did nothing wrong.”

“but i’m leaving you...”

the sad smile that graced your face broke his heart even more. he never wanted to see the cause of your smile as pain. he never wanted the cause of your pain to be him.

hyunjin cries again.

“p-please don’t forget me, y/n.”

“never, hyunjin. never.”

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melvinpsychoteddy · 1 month

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cu crew pt2

@dib-thing-wannabe ehehe.... guess who's in this part? i made him super flirty because why not :]

explanation for the differences between dib and my au is in the tags!

"So you want us to leave our 2 cats outside just for this boy you're inviting over? Well... I don't know, George." George's mom sighed.

"Please, ma! I need this! I really wanna impress him, and he's allergic!"

"Oh, allergic you say? Well, I'll just go wander with them, okay hun?" She caves in, softly smiling.

"YES! Thanks mom, you're the best ever!" George's day is lit up, his mom taking the 2 cats outside, perfect timing as Melvin arrives.

"Hey George..." he says, seeming a little tense. "A-are your cats here? I really don't wanna--"

"They're outside, don't worry!" he smiles.

After about 30 minutes, George's storytelling turned into flirting. Melvin was secretly loving it. He was being praised and spoiled with kisses all over, his face completely red by now.

What George wanted was to make him feel so good he wouldn't be able to talk correctly. He needed confidence. Then... an idea came to mind.

"Hey, honey--" Melvin gasped quietly. Did he just call him that? "Have I told you about Flaming Ink and Polar Painter?"

Melvin giggles. Well, it was fun while it lasted. "Yes, multiple times, why?"

"I told you about how Flaming Ink has amazing charm, right?"

"U-uhm, yeah?"

"I gotta show you something, then."

---

"Alright, George, what's the surprise?" Melvin hums, covering his eyes.

"Oh, it's nothing... and I'm Flaming Ink, pretty stranger." Oh god, his voice was deeper. Melvin felt chills go up his spine.

"W-wow..." Melvin gulps. "Can I open my eyes now, uhm... Flaming Ink?"

"Of course."

Little did Flaming Ink know, Harold was watching them. Well, actually, Polar Painter was. "Bleh. He's being flirty." he huffs. "He has to make a move already, I think Melvin's getting cold."

Back to them, Flaming Ink smiled, Melvin's eyes widening because, oh my god, George was picking him up like a princess. "O-oh! Uhm, thank you for holding me, Flaming Ink!" he blushes. Flaming smiles.

"Always." He says. "I think you're the prettiest stranger I've ever had to rescue, stranger. What's your name?" he comments, still not putting Melvin down.

"Oh, my name's Melvin," he giggles, somehow being embarrassed by his name. "I-it's not a very pretty name, and I don't think I'm as pretty as you're making me out to be, dear hero."

"Nonsense! You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen!" Flaming Ink scoffs. "Say, you wanna know what I do with pretty things, Melvin?"

"What do you do with them?" he says, a bit nervous.

"I take them all for myself." he whispers in his ear, before picking him up, Polar getting out of the bush.

"H-hey!?" Melvin blushes, Flaming Ink running off to god knows where with him. He tries to wriggle out of his grasp but god is Flaming strong.

"HEY!!"

Flaming groans. Polar's always here to ruin his fun. "WHAT DO YOU WANT!? THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU!"

"LET HIM GO!!" Polar runs faster, Flaming speeding up more.

"HE'S MINE! I GOT TO HIM FIRST, YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS!" Flaming yells back, turning in an unexpected place and managing to lose Polar.

Melvin's in awe. Why? Well, first of all, his speed was basically inhuman so of course Polar wouldn't be able to keep up well, secondly, the fact that he's doing all this for him. He might be a little evil, Melvin isn't sure yet, but Melvin kind of likes it, and third of all, that was amazing.

Flaming pants as they stay in an alleyway, to take a breather, but he's still holding Melvin tightly. "You can let me go now, you know?" Melvin hugs him, something new for Flaming Ink.

"Mmn... no," Flaming really doesn't want to let go, he's clingy and this boy is beautiful, so why should he let go? He could lose him. "You're so pretty..." Flaming whispers in his ear again and hugs him tighter, his voice kind of tired and raspy now, making Melvin even more flustered and tense.

"Y-your voice..." he squeaks. "It sounds different."

"Oh," Flaming says casually. "It gets like that when I'm tired. Do... you like it like this?"

"I guess you could say that?" Melvin laughs, but goes fully silent as Flaming stares at him, then Melvin realizes that he's still hugging him. "You can let go now."

"But there's someone trying to take you from me..." Flaming hisses. "We should hide."

"Oh, uh-" Melvin's already getting picked up again, Flaming back with his speed, running off toward the school. "FLAMING!?"

"Yeah?"

"The school's full at this hour!"

"No matter! We can just hide somewhere else, then! Any ideas?"

"Uhm, well--" Melvin can't finish his sentence as Flaming is tackled by Polar, Melvin rolling on the ground for a little bit, vision blurry for a couple seconds and glasses somehow perfectly fine.

"GOT YOU! Stop trying to kidnap people!" Polar says, before getting up and helping Melvin. Flaming's eyes widen as he thinks that Polar's trying to take the ginger away from him.

"P-Polar look behind you," Melvin advises, Flaming behind Polar, ready to punch him.

"H-huh? WH--" Polar is interrupted by a sharp punch to the face, his nose broken and bleeding. "WHAT THE HELL, MAN!?" Polar yells at Flaming, on the ground, Melvin in shock at how he managed to break Harold's nose in just one punch, and also that he's making people bleed over him.

"Leave," Flaming growls at him. "He's mine."

"I don't want him!" Polar huffs. "I want you to quit taking people against their will! Did he ever say yes to anything you did!?"

"Not verbally, but I just know that he wants this!" Flaming remarks, pushing Polar. "Now, do you want me to break some other bones, or are we clear?" he hisses.

"...Fine." Polar sighs, having to cave in. "But don't hurt anyone else."

"Mhm. I've only got my eyes on the prize, don't worry." he looks back at Melvin, who's slightly trembling in fear for Harold's health and also because he's realizing that, hey, I did just get kidnapped, didn't I?

Polar knew he was lying when he said he wouldn't come back with help. But for now... he'd let Flaming have his fun.

As Polar left, Flaming stuck out his hand for Melvin to hold, wiping the blood off his glove. "You wanna go to that treehouse over there?"

"Uhm... okay!"

hope you guys ejoyed! sorry for how long it is, i wanted to cram a lot into this part :)

the next part will probably be just as long lol

#cu crew #captain underpants #melvin sneedly #george x melvin #melvin x george #george beard #harold hutchins #flaming ink #polar painter #they are a little different in my au #flaming ink and george can switch whenever they please #flaming ink doesn't really like being out if it's not superhero stuff though sooooo george gets most of the time

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ajaxstar · 2 years

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The Right Hand Man

pairings: thoma x fem!reader

sypnosis: you’re hiding from everyone in the garden when you met thoma.

genre: royal AU, arrange marriage, reader is a princess

note: i’m not a 100% proud of this work

Masquerade balls has its purpose of securing the identity of those who attend, leaving them unknowledgeable of information of whom they were spending time with or whoever the other guests may be. it’s just how it works. Although you were never really one to enjoy parties or balls, you found the idea of not sharing identities with people intriguing and fun.

However, your father had other plans for the evening. at first, he insisted that you make a grand public entrance of your arrival. He reasoned that it’s natural; after all, this ball was in your honor. Despite your main reason why you agreed to show up in the ball being ruined by your father, you’ve made up your mind that maybe you’d still enjoy it — it was still a masquerade ball, right? — so you let it slide.

You had completely forgot the feeling of disappointment because of your father’s insisted request earlier as you have emerged yourself with the activity of conversing with guests. It was cut short when you’ve soon received a summon from your father — you guess that it may be for a chat — so you excuse yourself.

Once you’ve arrived at the certain area of the ballroom where you will meet your father, your eyes met blue pairs of a another man who was standing beside your father, you notice that the guest was not wearing his mask that concealed his identity. Of course he had taken this as an opportunity to wed you off to the oldest and heir of the duke of Inazuma. There stood Ayato Kamisato, Marquess of Inazuma, with all his graceful glory in Inazuma styled suit that stood proud in white, gold, and blue accents, a calm but superior aura radiating from him. You sighed internally as you made your way towards them, a forced but respectful enough smile on your face to greet them. At the back of your mind, you conclude that this was the reason why your father had brought up the topic of marriage and kamisato’s at every dinner.

“Good evening, princess Y/n. It is of my pleasure to meet you this fine evening.”

“Likewise, Marquess Ayato. I hope you are enjoying your evening.”

It wasn’t as if you and Ayato didn’t get along, rather it was the complete opposite. Despite the title you and he had to uphold, mostly taking into consideration how equally powerful both of your families are in teyvat, you were friends and even had worked together in situations that both of your aid was needed by the head of your families. Princess Ayaka, his younger sister, is also one of the few you’ve shared a great friendship with.

As of current, you don’t have an idea about ayato’s opinion of getting married to you. Even as friends, you both never really considered it. To say the least, the topic along with the more your father and his talked about how it would probably be good for the both of you and how it won’t be hard to bond over it made you uncomfortable — even the word itself was an understatement. sure ayato is charming, intelligent, and an absolutely close and nice friend you have, but it was just not clicking into you to have a romantic relationship with him. So once you’ve noticed the opportunity to excuse yourself, you grabbed it whilst silently giving ayato a thankful smile when he had supported your excuse albeit your father’s displeasure.

Throughout your escape, you successfully avoided to be caught by any of your guests. you wanted — needed — a breather from all this. you knew that your father had more plans than just putting you into marriage with ayato; after all, he was as greedy as a devil for power. But you didn’t want that, neither did you want to include your best friend into a mess like that. your family name is powerful as it already is, yet he wanted more. It suffocated you to think about it, so you ran. You passed by servants on your way, but thankfully they didn’t put much thought when they saw you and only greeted you a good evening.

At the end of your escape, you successfully avoided the royal guards around the estate, making it possible for you to reach the garden. Despite it being dim with only a few light sources, the tranquility you always received in the garden eased your mind. Feeling lighter than before, you took your shoes and mask off, even letting your hair down from the heavy accessories that kept your hair in place during the ball. You inhaled a calm breath once your back met the soft surface of the flowery grass, the scent of asters filled you with delight while you watched the twinkling stars in the night sky. This was truly better than the loud, gossip filled masquerade ball.

However your peace was destroyed the moment you heard footsteps arrive at the garden. in haste, you quickly sat up and turned your body so you could see who it was. Your eyes met brightly surprised emerald eyes of a blond man wearing a formal suit colored black and red, an enamel pin of the kamisato’s on his coat. he looked as shocked as you are, but he looked like someone who wouldn’t harm you or return you back to the ball.

“Oh…” he started, “I’m deeply sorry for being rude and for intruding but… would it be okay if i join you here? I promise, i’m not here to harm you.”

He seemed to have noticed your thoughts. You shook your head as your eyes closed with a sigh, accepting him and even inviting him over to sit wherever he’d please. Yet he chose to sit on the grass as well, a distance between the both of you but enough to be called close.

“Where are my manners..” he muttered before turning to look at you, “my name is Thoma.” he flashed a smile, you swore that you felt something inside you flutter from his natural charms that seemed like he wasn’t even trying hard on affecting you. Nevertheless, the normalcy that his introduction made you feel at ease, a contrast from being addressed formally with your title.

Not to mention, you concluded that his smile is contagious as your lips lifted up into a gentle, genuine smile. Your eyes shined without your knowledge as you expressed your fondness at the simple interaction. Your live in a world of nobles and royalties wherein masks of facial expressions were treated as a requirement to maintain status and reputation, yet you did not feel the need to with thoma.

“I’m Y/n.” you reached out your hand to clasp his in a handshake, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Thoma.”

Thoma swore he felt his face heat up once butterflies started fluttering in his stomach. The feeling he got when he met your eyes and saw the way that you smiled intensified when you accepted his handshake. Both hands did not move, not even shook, but just held each other with a comfortable, gentle grip.

Until it clicked in his mind.

“You’re the princess of-!”

“Quiet down!”

Thoma’s eyes looked down and realized that he has been silenced with your hand covering his mouth from saying more. His eyes also wondered to meet your face that was now in close proximity to his, with this he was able to study your facial features more. He observed that your hair frames your face perfectly, it did not matter to him that your hair was not styled right now and neither will he ever change his mind. He could see the glitters of your foundation shimmer softly on your skin and the way your lips looked oh-so kissable. The thought made him even more flustered, the heat now traveling to the tips of his ears and down to his neck.

Unbeknownst to him, you were studying him as well. Memorizing each and every small detail of his skin, as if tattooing his image into your eyes and never let yourself forget how his long lashes complimented his beautiful emerald eyes. Your hand that covered his lips slowly detached from his face and made it possible for you to travel your eyes down, making you imagine how soft his lips actually feel. The thought flustered you, of course, but you couldn’t find the strength to move away when his hand came into contact on your back to support you from falling. You felt your arms wanting to pull him close, yet you fought against the idea. So from here, you moved back slowly to sit on the grass once again.

It is only then that you notice an emblem on his collar — the Kamisato emblem. Your lips turned into a thin line as your eyes seem to take interest on the grass your fingers rest upon as you stroke it. You sigh before asking, your eyes still trained on the grass.

“Say, Thoma… What’s your position in the Kamisato Family?”

He seems to take a hint on your earlier actions of looking at the emblem on his collar as he did the same. “I work for Princess Ayaka Kamisato as her personal butler, but I am also Sir Ayato Kamisato’s right hand man of sort.” He chuckled at your quizzical look but understood the lingering curiosity, entertaining it as he continued. “It may seem difficult to work in both positions, however I find it enjoyable; after all, I’m able to be acquainted with countless nobles and royals — sometimes even having my own connections to some.”

You nodded along his words, listening to everything he spoke about his job. Thoma reached a point wherein he shared almost everything about himself as well; aside from being Ayaka’s personal butler he also guides her through her tachi jutsu trainings, he likes doing household chores and knits mostly for animals as well as the fact that he had even held a small class session that covered techniques and methodology of accomplishing household chores — which, in fact, made you giggle. He had also mentioned that he will soon be promoted as the Chief Retainer of the Kamisato Clan once Ayato is crowned as the Duke of his family.

“Enough about me, your highness. Let’s talk about you.”

“Me?” You chuckled. “You’ve told me that you’ve read through legal papers and, as far as I am aware, half of my information are publicized due to my status.”

Thoma hums before letting words slip off his lips one again, “You do have a fact, however I’d like to know more about you from you.” He notices you ponder over his words and continued once you nodded. “Let’s start with a simple question, why are you here and not inside the palace? I heard from The Marquess and Princess that the party is in your honor.”

You chuckled solemnly. Despite it being entitled by Thomas as a simple question, it was not for you. But you did not hold any grudges against him, he probably did not know about it. After all, it wasn’t directly stated by your father, rather it was a hint that you and Ayato caught onto.

“My father… wants to arrange a marriage for Ayato and I.” You took in a breath as you pulled your knees to your chest. “Don’t get me wrong — Ayato is a very lovely and kind person, we have been very close friends from the beginning. However… that’s just not how I feel for him.” You sigh before giving him a gentle smile that made him wonder, how could you smile like that in a situation wherein you’re practically being given off in the name of greed, power, and reputation?

A cool evening breeze brushed past the both of you. Your hands wrapping around your own arms caught the attention of his green eyes, in a flash he had already discarded of his red and black coat on his body to drape it on your arms.

“Tha-“

“Princess, can you raise your arms? I’d rather help you properly wear it, having it draped around your shoulders wouldn’t be as useful to shield you from the cold.”

Before you could protest, you found yourself raising your arms up while Thoma worked on helping your arms slide into the sleeves that was obviously too big for you. Nonetheless, your eyes closed as you laughed when you saw that the sleeves were too long. Flapping your arms made you laugh more while Thoma’s laugh duets with yours. As you finished your laughter, your eyes widened at the sight of his face being merely centimeters apart from yours. You could smell the scent of Windwheel Asters from him rather than from the garden.

A blush made its way onto your cheeks, oblivious that he had a blush similar to yours. Even when you knew that it would probably be disrespectful and inappropriate for a princess you leaned onto his shoulder, you just couldn’t help but to feel at ease with Thoma. The warmth he brings reminds you of the comfort you would get by sitting close to a fireplace at a cold, winter season. The scent of Windwheel Asters he lingers reminds you of the nation of flowers, Mondstat, one of your favorites to visit.

As the two of you stayed in comfortable silence accompanied by the sound of plants swaying along with the wind, the sound of music playing from the ballroom was heard. It seemed that it was time for the dance to start, you recognized that it was the one that you chose as the first music to be played and danced to: Tchaikovsky’s Suite from Swan Lake, Op. 20a - II Waltz, your personal favorite. While you were humming, you watched as Thoma stood up and bowed while offering his hand.

“May I have this dance, Your Highness?”

“I’d be delighted.”

You were surprised at the way the words slipped from your lips as smooth as silk and at how as light as a feather you felt from placing your hand on his before standing up on your feet. You’re not particularly someone that was fond of dancing with people, neither do you enjoy ballroom dancing. However, with only Thoma, it felt perfect — you didn’t feel the need, but you felt yourself wanting to dance with him. His hand positioned on your waist while the other kept your hand held, you’ve never felt secured before. When your eyes met his and you saw the soft smile gracing his lips. Behind him was the starry night sky, you found it hard to look away.

A soft groan suppressed by a chuckle broke your trance of being engulfed by his charms once you realized your mistake and your head hanging low.

“M-My apologies! I-I’m not very well-practiced of dancing… I always found it difficult…”

From his silence, you figured that he might have started judging your incompetence. A princess that is part of one of the most powerful families untrained and horrible at a simple ballroom dance? A disappointment, you are.

“Your Highness…”

“I-I know that it’s a disappointment that I-“ A hand tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear silenced you, more so when two fingers cupped your chin so delicately as it guided you to look up to the most beautiful pair of green eyes you’ve ever seen in your life.

“I do not see any problem here, Your Highness. You are no disappointment.” His hand that’s placed on your back gently traced comforting figures. “What do you think of the idea of dancing without following any rules? I’d like it to be enjoyable for you, My Princess.”

The dimly lit garden under the star filled night sky silent sounds of wind now filled with shared heartfelt laugh between you and Thoma became a sanctuary of tranquility. Endearing enjoyment and blooming love formed at every step, turn, and twirl. The dance did not feel as suffocating as it always had before in your experiences whether was it in practice or in performances at balls.

Thoma never felt so much emotions from a dance. Sure, he has thought and partnered up with Ayaka at countless dances as part of his job and care for the family he serves — but with you it was different. He could feel every butterfly that scattered and fluttered in adoration and flattery from the way you smiled at him, the crinkle in your eyes convinced him that you truly are enjoying yourself.

What was it that drawn him to you? He thinks it started because of the stories he had heard from Ayato, about how much you were caring for the pets he adopted and took care of in the Kamisato Estate while he was away doing business in His Marquess’ stead. It was at that moment he felt the need and want to meet you. He just didn’t expect his wish to come true after a few months that had passed since then.

More so, meeting you gave him more reasons to feel Windwheel Asters growing partnered with the butterflies he felt at how flustered he was. Your eyes sparkled like a galaxy, your smile defeated everyone else’s, your body was just too perfect to even be compared to anything or anyone. It didn’t matter what you negatively be thinking towards your physique, he found it perfect beyond compare.

He found you perfect, ethereal, and stunning. If he or anyone ever dared to compare your beauty with the beautifulest and most expensive diamond there is in the world, he wouldn’t be surprised to know that you stood victorious.

Thoma pulled you close to his chest as the song ended, chests heaving as tired but fond laughter echoed.

“Your Highness, that was-“

“Please, call me by my name, Thoma.”

“Y/N…” he tested the waters and received reassurance when your smile widened.

“It was a pleasure to dance with you, Y/n.”

#thoma x reader #thoma x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #thoma fluff #thoma x y/n #thoma x s/o #genshin men x reader #thoma royal au #꩜ — gi starworks

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hazbinhotell0v3r · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel Tickler Tumblr (My first tumblr!)

A week after extermination, Charlie had been curled up in a little ball in her and Vaggies bed, thinking of Sir Pentouis. Vaggie peeked through the door and saw Charlie crying with a face full of tears.

Vaggie noticed how sad Charlie was laying in the shirt she had gave her and a pair of shorts. She was very worried about her girlfriend, soon the king of hell stopped by to see what was going. Then he to felt bad for his daughter. “Shes going through a lot right after, you know..” Vaggie said, “I think I might have an idea to cheer her up.” Lucifer stated. “Really?” Vaggie said interested.

After talking about the plan, Vaggie walked into the bedroom to see Charlie. “Hey babe, is everything okay?” said Vaggie, “Y-yeah I- i’m j-just-“ Charlie couldn’t finish her sentence without bursting into tears. As Vaggie distracted her wiping her tears, Lucifer slowly tip-toed be hind Charlie on the bed. “Don’t worry babe, we have a way to cheer you up.” Vaggie chuckled. “What do you mean by-“ Charlie couldn’t finish her sentence as Vaggie had already pinned her down on the bed.

”What’s happening?” Charlie chuckled in a nervous voice. She saw he dad wiggle his fingers as Charlie started to try and wiggle herself free. “Guys, w-we can talk about this!” “No can do apple pie, we need to make sure all that stress is gone~” Lucifer cooed to Charlie. “Dad, let’s ju-“ Charlie couldn’t finish as her father already attacked her belly with wiggly claw’s. Charlie kicked her legs all over the bed trying to get free. As Charlie squirmed and giggles Lucifer sat on her hips making it harder for her to free herself.

“Aww whos a cute lil giggly princess?” Vaggie teased to Charlie. “LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO!!” Charlie screamed in laughter. Vaggie let her arm free and Charlie started to push off her dad from the tickle attack, or At least tried to. She squirmed and screamed as her father dug into her belly button, the room had been filled with Charlie’s joyous laughter which got louder and louder. “Let’s see what’s in here!” her father teased. “DADDY STAHAHAP, HAHAHAVE MERHEHRCY, PLEHEHEAS!!” Soon Charlie was held down as Vaggie scribbled her fingers all around her belly, ribs, sides, and underarms. Charlie screamed in laughter with a flamingo face turning more and more red.

Vaggie and Lucifer gave Charlie a breather and Vaggie Held Charlie tightly in her lap as Charlie caught her breath for a few minutes, still laughing and giggling from the tingling feeling on her upper body. “Oh Vaggie~ I think we forgot a spot…” Lucifer said in a teasing voice, “Oh yeah, we definitely did!” Vaggie answered while turn Charlie’s body forward face her legs forward to Lucifer at the bottom of the bed. Lucifer was able to use his power to make sure that Charlie couldn’t move her legs silence Vaggie had already had her upper body in her arms.

“D-Dad, Babe, I’m already feeling much better, it’s o-“ Charlie tried to hold back as Lucifer slowly strikes his finger down her hoof going slower and slower, Charlie could help but let out laughs and giggles. “Ahahas thehehe P-Princess Ihihih demand you both to freshener mehehe!!” .Showing no mercy, soon her father was pushing into her hoof’s as laughter and giggles turned into squirming and screams. Along with Charlie’s fathers, Vaggie started to slide on her rib cage. “Aww, is our majesty’s hoofs sensitive~?” Lucifer chuckled and teased as Charlie screamed. “DAHAHAHAD, BAHABE, STAHAHAHAP!!” Charlie screamed. “Aww your laugh is too cute!!” Vaggie teased.

“Okay Vaggie, let’s pipe it down.” As Lucifer un froze her legs and Vaggie stopped scribbling her rib cages. Charlie was tired in Vaggies arms catching her breath with a weak body, still giggling and wiping her tears from her eyes. “Better?” Vaggie asked Charlie in a serious yet positive voice. “Y-yeah hehe” still chuckling from the tingles.

Both Vaggie and Charlie’s father laughed at Charlie tried not to yawn with an angry face. Soon Charlie lied down on her and Vaggie’s bed, ready to settle down with her girlfriend as her father left the room. Before the officially went to bed, Vaggie pocked Charlie’s belly. “Vahahagihis!!” she giggled, “Okay finee. They both settled down to rest as Charlie ready to dream of her revenge.

Should I do pt2?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel tickle #tickle

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slashingdisneypasta · 7 months

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OK EVER SINCE YOU ANSWERED THE SAD SMARTY-POP EXCERPT, I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT DRAGON!TOON PATROL (and princess Poppy *cough*). Now that asks are open, I need to vent these thoughts.

I'm not entirely sure how they'd work in this AU. But all five of these dragons somehow found each other, and have decided its best to stay together. I can't decide if they hang around an abandoned, dilapidated castle or they've got a big cave in the mountains (maybe they could be the reason the castle was abandoned? 👀)

Smartass is the smallest dragon, but that only gives him more incentive to be as tough and viscious possible. It's how he can be the leader of these insane overgrown lizards.

Greasy is a sort of secondary leader, when for whatever reason Smartass isn't available to keep everyone in check. And even has been the mastermind behind some of their raids. One thing is for certain though; His tastes in the fairer sex go beyond scales (ladies? 👀)

Wheezy is the silent, scary one of the group with the best fire breather of them all. Dirty, kind of torn up, and smoke billowing from his mouth all times, this dragon's favorite places to terrorize/raid are tobacco farms (no cigarettes, but he can chew the stuff)

Psycho is the one who gets the most kicks out of striking fear in humans the most. While the others may be busy finding whatever goods that interest them in a village, Psycho can easily be found chasing the villagers.

Stupid, although the strongest and biggest, is the most easily swayed dragon out of them all. You could offer this big lug food, and he'll gladly take the bribe.

To keep with the gang theme, maybe these guys keep a few villages in line? If the people give them what they want, they'll be mostly left alone. (I'm not quite sure. I haven't though of much lore behind this AU 😅)

I'm not sure how Doom could come into play here. Maybe he could be a corrupt king that pays them to do his dirty work like in the Fairytale AU?

I don't have tid-bits for all the dragon boys, but here's one for Wheezy. I imagine that he can do some pretty neat tricks with his fire. Like blowing out certain shapes, or knowing how to control it where it won't burn you, but just leave a very hot tickle. Imagine him showing them off to you 👀

Alright, I wasn't sure if I should have included Poppy in this, but I feel obligated to share my thoughts XD Poppy is a princess who got married off to a prince who treats her coldly (Ben). When the dragons attacked her home, by some circumstance or another, she got taken (I'm not quite sure how yet. Maybe she was trying to be diplomatic and it all went wrong. Maybe it was Smartass just being cruel to the royals. Or maybe it was Greasy's idea because- you know why 🙄 or Psycho felt enamored with her). Either this can go in a classic Beauty and the Beast style, or a angsty/darker route.

Anyways, those are my thoughts! I hope dragon weasels bring you as much joy as they've been bringing me lately XD

DRAGONS!!

Sorry for the late reply, I am finished with Placement but I still have assignments to finish and get before... well, the end of today 😅 Its okay though, I only have 2 left. I am very very excited to hear about dragons!!

First of all- YES to the idea of them causing a castle to be abandoned!! I can only imagine the chaos, but its glorious. These 5 terrifying, mean dragons deciding this place is their new place, and they have some fun with the humans there for a while (By which i mean Psycho and Greasy had fun with them... ) ... but when they escaped, that was fine, now they have the place to themselves! XD

Ahhhh! I love them!! || Smartass being kind of feral?? Like, I bet he's bigger then a human but he's smaller then the other dragons so he's so vicious-- that would be terrifying. I love that! || Greasy... Greasy lemme just quickly remind you I am a Certified monster fucker- || WHEEZY! Okay he is definitely my favourite. I'm imagining gassy, fumy smoke just slipping and rolling uncontrollably outta the corners of his mouth at all times, so he looks monstrous and gross. And just, the fact that you mentioned he'll chew the tobacco!! (Cowboy!!) and also the tricks! XD Yesssss, that's so cool XDD || OF COURSE you are the gremlin dragon, Psycho, of course XD I love this, its so perfect for him. I kindof imagine him to be a more lithe, lizard-like dragon. Creepy to be around, freaky to look at. Genuinely makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. || Awwww Stupid!! He is my next favourite after Wheezy XDD I wanna feed him so bad!! I wanna make him my huge terrifying dragon friend XD I will take a leaf out of Mrs Bickermans book XD Not Sadie's... though- maybe if I could get Ben- XD

And yes!! Always include Poppy! When in doubt, include her ^^ You knowwww she's canon to me XD And ahhhh! I love all those ideas, I honestly dunno which I like more <3

#thank you for sending these!!

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years

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Exhausted and overwhelmed new parents, Mick and Reader get help from their support system Oma Corina and Tante Gina.

Tw: mentions childbirth (small moments), postpartum

They really weren't joking when they talked about a fourth trimester after you gave birth, all of the different processes your body was going through to meet your's and little Aurora's needs causing all kinds of changes and ultimately, you had been adjusting to it as best as you could, Mick helping out as much as he could, "Schatz, do you want me to take her? You've been walking around all morning, you need to rest too", your husband said as you stopped in front of him, passing Aurora into his arms as you noticed the time on the clock on the mantle piece to see that lunchtime was approaching. Kissing both of their cheeks, you headed to the kitchen to put one of the food trays you had made while you were nesting, already preparing for days like this where you couldn't think of a meal idea and cook it for you and Mick, taking the time to put the dishes and cutlery in the cupboard and drawer, looking over to the towells you assumed Mick had used to dry the plates and went to toss them in the laundry basket, thankful that it was on the ground floor and that you didn't need the extra effort to climb up the stairs.

After feeding Aurora, you and Mick sat together on the sofa while you ate, the food on the plates as you enjoyed some down time when his phone rang with a text from his sister asking if herself and Corinna could come for a visit that afternoon, "Are you okay with that? I can tell them to come on another day", he said, his hand coming to rub your arm up and down as you nodded, "I need to tidy this, but yeah, sure, they're more than welcome to come", you smiled soflty, the need to see other people and have more stimuli than what you've been having the past few weeks.

Despite wanting to tidy, you and Mick fell asleep, only waking up when you heard the doorbell, checking over Aurora who was cutely snuggled in her father's chest still, him waking up too as you got up to answer the door, "Hi dear, we tried calling the phone but you didn't answer!", Corinna said as she came forward for a hug, then hugging your sister in law before ushering them inside and into the living room, "Here's the little princess", Gina beamed, "come on brother, let tante Gina have some snuggles", she said as Mick kissed his daughter's head one last time before his sister took her in her arms, "I was supposed to tidy those after we ate, if you'll excuse me", you said as you grabbed the plates and headed to the kitchen. You were washing the plates when the pain around your abdomen and back started building up again, closing the tap and taking a breather while you tried to stretch your muscles a bit, hearing some footsteps approach the room, "do you need help Y/N?", your mother in law saying as she grabbed the sponge from you hands washing the rest of the things, "thank you for that", you said honestly. Lately it had been a lot, making sure the house was clean and good, that Aurora was as happy and content as a baby could be, both you and Mick really stretching the rope trying to manage it all, "We're still trying to get a grasp on everything", you mumbled as you felt your eyes close for a bit before opening them back up, "dear, you and Mick are overworking yourselves. It's not bad to ask for help sometimes, especially when we are more than happy to come over for the day", she offered, "I just don't want to be a disappointment", you said, tears brimming in your eyes as she came to you with open arms ready to take you in her embrace, "Oh Y/N, you're doing so well. I'm going to tell you how I did it. My kitchen did not look like yours, it looked like a mess. And I wasn't less of a parent or of a wife because of it", she reasoned as you nodded, knowing how much she meant to her children and how her value to them had nothing to do with folded kitchen towels and dried cutlery, "you gave birth to a beautiful babygirl, your body needs to rest still from all you're still doing for her now that she is outside", she said, "And Mick too. My goodness, he has been unstoppable, I don't know how he does it. He's there up with me everytime she needs a feed or a change during the night, he is there urging me on when it hurts or when I can't seem to do it. He also needs a rest too", you mused, feeling that if they were happy to help, you were happy to accept it, Corinna smiling at you.

So when Aurora wakes up, you change and feed her before she goes back to sleep on her Oma Corinna's chest, you and Mick then heading upstairs so you could have a shower without it having to be an alone quick task, your husband taking his time on helping you wash your body and show his gratefulness to you and how you made him a papa, the nonsexual touches and caresses, accompanied by the sweetest kisses, starting to make you feel a lot more comfortable on your own body again as the warm water softened the pain. After drying your bodies and putting on some soft pyjamas, Mick offered to lull you into a nap, "I've been getting pretty good at doing it with Rora, and we could both do with a nap, hm?", he said as he layed you both on the bed, your body finally relaxed enough to succumb to sleep.

You wake up from the nap to smell some delicious food, heading downstairs to see the table set up, Aurora gurgling with Corinna while Gina set the pots on the table, "I made some soup and the chicken is nearly done", she smiled sweetly before your mother in law offered you your daughter back, her little body resting against your chest as you took a sniff of her scent, feeling Mick hug you from behind as his hand rested on top of yours on Aurora's back, mouthing a thank you to his mother and sister as they managed to make everything feel a little less overwhelming.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#mick schumacher blurb #f1 blurb #inês writes blurbs

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rubylarkspur22 · 1 year

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KNYAU Masterlist

Just a list of my KNY AU's and what to expect. This is technically a rehash of my first post, but I thought this would be an improvement from the extremely basic descriptions of that post. Plus, I have more AU's to share.

Sunlit Blossoms|Kamado Sibling Role Swap (🌸): Your standard Kamado role swap with Demon Tanjirou and Demon Slayer Nezuko. Instead of Tomioka, the siblings are found by Rengoku, and it leads to a cascade of butterfly effects.

Sunflowers and Thundering Fireworks|Ship Swap (💕): I need a better name for this because it is not strictly ships being swapped, but the main characters are swapped with their ship counterparts. Nezuko and Tanjirou are the tsugukos of Tengen and the Kochou sisters respectively, and Kanao is a Demon Slayer trying to turn her demonic adopted brother(Zenitsu) back into a human. Other characters are moved around as I pleased, not really based on ships.

Mirrored Sunset|Full Reverse AU (🔄): Nezuko and Tanjirou are switched, as are the demons and Slayers along with their leaders. Except Inosuke. He's still human, he just isn't allowed to fight. Hashira are Upper Moons, and vice versa. Michikatsu is a four hundred something criminally underpaid dad cursed to never die until the King of Demons(Ubuyashiki Kagaya in this AU) is dead, as punishment for what he did as a demon.

Tsugikuni-Kamado Swap (🌙): Tanjirou and Nezuko (along with a few others) are born in the Sengoku Era and the two siblings are among the first Breath Users. Meanwhile, Yoriichi and Michikatsu (plus others) are born in the Taisho Era, with one twin turned into a demon whilst the other becomes a Slayer to turn his brother back into a human. This AU has two versions:

Moon Princess, Chosen Sunlight: Tanjirou is the original Sun Breather, and Nezuko becomes Upper Moon One. Zenitsu is also the original Thunder Breather in this version.

Ashen Moonlight, Sun Goddess: Nezuko is the original Sun Breather, and Tanjirou becomes Upper Moon One. Zenitsu is dead, and Kanao is wondering where her husband went on his last mission.

Moonlit Butterfly|Kochou-Kamado Swap (🦋): Nezuko and Tanjirou are both Demon Slayer's, with Tanjirou being the (late) Sun Hashira, and Nezuko being the Flower Hashira. Meanwhile, Kanae is trying to return Shinobu to her human self after their family was slaughtered by a demon. Also, Sabito and Makomo are alive in this AU thanks to Tanjirou and Nezuko being at Final Selection.

Scattered Emders and Broken Hearts|Age/Fate Swap (🔥): This one came from TikTok. The Rengoku family took in Mitsuri when she ran away from home due to her being ostracized for her strength and appetite. Not long after, a demon attacks, leaving Mitsuri and Kyojurou the only survivors, the former becoming a demon. The Kamaboko Squad are Hashira, and most of the Hashira are rank and file Slayers with a few others being swapped out with important people in their lives who either died or took a different path in life.

Burning Ribbons|Shabana-Kamado Swap (🎀): Ume leaves work one day to discover that Gyutaro has been turned into a demon. She seeks out a cure, and one of her adversaries is the deadly Upper Moon Six duo. A pair of siblings Ume can't help but compare herself and her own brother to. There are some other swaps (i.e. I made Tengen's wives Hashira while Tengen is their Shinobi husband).

Miyuri Koarashi (❄️): my Demon Slayer OC, the Snow Hashira. I made her a few months ago, and I am still workshopping ideas a little.

If I think of any others I wanna share, I will add them! For now, I hope all the emojis are visible! If you have questions about an AU, just send me an Ask with either the emoji of the AU name. I will try to put up art for all of these! Have a great day/night/time you are existing in.

#demon slayer #kny au #swap au #🌸#💕#🔄#🌙#🦋#🔥#🎀#❄️

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 1 year

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While talking about the Bard AU with @anastasian-dreamer I ended up remembering my old AU from TikTok where Izuku is living the plot of the Princess Diaries. And then went: wait, the MLA stuff.

So, an AU where Izuku learns his father isn’t a ‘random fire breather living in America’ but is in fact the current King of a small country near Japan that discovered his infertility recently and learned that his only child is Izuku. King Hisashi instantly goes to Japan to speak to his ex girlfriend and speak with Izuku where he learns some stuff. Mainly: Inko had lied to Izuku about her being married to Hisashi and lied to others. I can’t remember if I posted the AU here or just ranted about it to Ari but like an AU I had was with Inko being super in love with Hisashi who wasn’t into her and then pulling all sorts of shit to try and force him into a relationship because I was in a weird mood.

So it’s kind of like that. Hisashi ain’t happy with Inko and ends up taking Izuku with him to live in a new apartment with his grandma. Now while the book grandma was a fucking weirdo and I loved it, I want more Movie Grandma, mixed with ‘new age hippie’ so that’s what we get. She also fully supports Izuku’s dreams of herohood, because according to her: ‘a hero serves his country and those around it. Hisashi won’t care if you be a hero in Japan for a few years before coming to the throne.’

Of course I am also like: wait would he be allowed to be a hero? Which... I do not know...

Support student Izuku?

I’m imagining though the MLA is heavily against the whole thing cause: Ah, a Quirkless child in power! No! Because I want Quirkless Izuku being a hero and a prince cause why not.

So we have the MLA be a MUCH bigger threat than in Canon as this is proof that their ideals are wrong. Meanwhile, Humarise is fully into this idea of a Quirkless King.

Izuku is getting loaded down with political lessons, history lessons, ettiquite and dealing with having a bodyguard (for now. As a hero they'd be only around to prevent kidnappings and stuff, but as a kiddo he needs help). Who takes 1 look at Bakugou before going: Ah, no.

Because it is me I am also thinking of couples and honestly? Not to sure. My TikTok had it IiDekOcha but the more I think about it, the more I'm like: EEEEE I dunno. We just need someone who is a good and charming person who will also be king. (Or have two people be consorts)

Who would be fun... I mean... hmm...

#bnha #bnha au #prince Izuku AU #me to me: no you can't have shigaraki have a crush on him #why am I weirdly into creepy ass one sided crushes #the one sided but otherwise fine stuff is funny to me #but the creepy ones is WEIRD

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luimagines · 2 years

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ah here are more unmanageable ADHD thoughts (my pharmacy is out of stock on my meds and I'm going to make it everyone's problem muahhahahaha)

I can't decide between two routes, soooooo here's both!!

I've been playing skyward sword and twilight princess most recently, so I'm most familiar with their locations, bosses, side characters, etc.

Basic premise: the chain + reader (can be demigod! reader, another hero of courage, random person picked up off the street, a person who's played the games, whomever really) are dropped into another era. This is something they've gotten used to, although it is disorienting. Except, the shadow was especially cruel this time. One by one, their blood became ice when they realized what had happened: everyone was separated. Luckily, they were in groups of two or three and none of them sustained injuries that required immediate attention. But, of course, you were alone. You had only a handful of items; the others were being held or repaired by one of the Links. Because of course they were. Why would you have anything useful?

Twilight's Era:

Sky and Wild were isolated in the gerudo desert. They had to get creative with the paraglider and the gust bellows to get out. A couple merchants gave them directions to castle Town, specifically a bar, where they'd be safe and cared for

Time, Warriors, and Four landed in the lakebed temple and were also forced to get creative in order to leave. The zora took them in from there

my babies Hyrule and Wind were dropped into the fields and left to fight off an absolutely massive mob of monsters to make their way to kakariko village where they were taken in by the few occupants left

Twilight and Legend were by far the luckiest of the bunch. They ended up in the sacred Grove. It was tricky to leave, but with Ordon village less than a days trek away, they considered themselves blessed. Once they realized Epona had found her way home, they felt as though things were too good to be true.

And they were right.

Because you, my dear reader, were stuck in the middle of a blizzard with a pack of snow white wolves waiting to pounce. While stumbling through the snow, your fingers, nose, and lips becoming numb, a giant white beast threw its head back and roared.

This is it. You thought. The abominable snowman is going to eat me for breakfast.

Instead, the roars scared off the wolves. It turned to you with wide eyes.

"Tiny human, come uh. Too cold and wind for you. Climb on back uh."

You blinked, unable to respond.

This clearly bothered your potential savior as he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder like a rag doll.

I'm dead. I have to be.

or reader gets stuck in the twilight realm 👀,,,,, might send a second ask expanding on that if anyone wants

Sky's era:

Time and Wind end up in the Lanayru Mining Facility and get to learn about time shift stones. I think Mask having to take care of baby!wind is just so cute sue me. They finally make their way to the temple of time to take a much needed breather and plan their next move.

Wild and Hyrule have the traumatizing unfortunate experience of gathering tears in a silent realm before they can take stock of what's happened. Poor guys. At least they have a cool dusk relic, right?

Legend, Four, and Twilight learn about the principles of Buddhism in the ancient cistern. They are met on the outside of the temple by a water dragon who is not happy that three boys trespassed.

Wars and Sky were actively plummeting to their deaths before Sky realized what was happening. He whistled, and sure enough his loyal Crimson came to their rescue. Sky was ecstatic to be home, and he was eager to show the others, until he realized that they were nowhere to be found. The sinking feeling of dread increased tenfold when he reunited with the rest of the chain and no one had any idea where you were.

You were also experiencing that sinking feeling of dread. Because when you woke up, you had no idea where you were. Usually, you had a vague idea from the smells and sounds around you like birds chirping or the smell of saltwater, but there was nothing. At least, nothing that was obvious. And it scared you.

You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand as you sat up. Pictographs decorated the walls and ceilings of the room you were in, telling a story you knew vaguely. Two portals, or were they gates? It doesn't matter too much, you guessed. As you moved to stand, a familiar voice sent chills down your spine.

"Ah, that so-called hero's little friend. Thank you ever so much for joining me. You will make an excellent motivator for him, and his descendants."

Fuck.

Agh, sorry this was so long!!! I'm very very tempted to write an actual one shot though...

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(that first sentence is funnier than it should be, I'm sorry XD)

Please write this as a one shot. 9 times Reader is separated from the group and the one time they come to the Chain's rescue instead.

I fully support this.

Also- in Sky's era. XD

When he whistled, it seemed like he straight up ditched Warrior to keep falling. Poor dude was just never mentioned again. (Also, in Sky's era? Is that Ghira? I can't think of anyone else and I'm not that far into the game)

.......................I wanna chill with the yeti. That sounds so much better than freezing to death. DX I wanna try the soup.

#pinky replies #also also #I know I don't say it often #since not a lot of people do it #but for future reference #just in case #please keep cursing to a minimum #you're fine as it is #but I don't want someone to go off the rails #which has happened before #I personally don't curse #and I won't stop anyone else from doing so #but I'm just letting people know because a lot of new people are here and I havn't said anything in a while #I don't think it's even in my FaQ

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daybreak-academy-fanfic · 2 years

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KH OC Week: Day 5

Day 5 of @khoc-week is here, and I can’t remember if I had this idea a few days before the prompt list came up, or after. Ah well. There are references to the Epic Mickey series because it’s become a part of Sabrina’s backstory in the years I’ve had her. But it should still be easy to follow along with.

In which Sabrina has to take a breather while overseeing an experiment with Gummi Ships and power sparks.

Word count: 1,445

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Sabrina was not a mechanic. Quite frankly, she mostly cared less when it came to whatever experiment the gremlins decided to partake in. But this project needed a supervisor. It was too dangerous not to. No one had ever tried to place a power spark into the Gummi Ships before. Somehow Gremlin Sparks thought he was qualified enough to go through with the theory. He set up a workspace at Tomorrow City where he could have access to all the tools he needed- as it was where the Gremlins conducted most of their inventing experiments due to the area’s more technologically advanced structure.

Chip and Dale should have come to Wasteland, though. It would have made things a LOT easier.

“Sabrina, hand me my wrench.” Sparks requested.

“A wrench?!” Chip immediately squeaked through the Gummiphone. “No, no, no! You’re going to break it with a wrench!”

“Yeah! You needa hammer instead!” Dale chimed in.

Gremlin Sparks gave a scoff so pretentious that Sabrina had to roll her eyes.

“A gremlin’s wrench is many tools in one- not just a measly day-to-day wrench like you two would have.” Sparks boasted to the chipmunks. “Trust the process, my friends. We gremlins know our stuff when it comes to fixing things.”

Both chipmunks gave a prudent huff at the idea.

“Yeah,” Chip argued, “And we know Gummi Ships.”

“We practically invented them!” Dale agreed.

Sabrina pinched the bridge of her nose. Next time, she’ll try to convince someone else to watch over a bunch of gearheads. She’d rather suffocate under a pile of bunny kids than experience a wrench-measuring contest in the making.

“I’d rather help Roxas put together a garage kit skateboard than this.” she hissed under her breath at some point. To the others proper, she finally questioned, “Are you sure this is even going to work?”

“Of course!” Sparks immediately told her, almost in time with Chip saying, “Of course not!” and Dale shouting, “No way!”

Sabrina groaned. She was getting a headache now. Were all men this difficult, or just these three? Oswald had his moments, she knew that for certain. But Oswald also knew when to relent. He’d fester in it, sure, but he wouldn’t keep arguing.

“Sabrina, hand me the torch, would you?” Sparks then requested. “Turn it on for me while you’re at it.”

“Right.” she idly agreed before reaching for the only flashlight available. She switched it on, only for the light to immediately flicker slightly.

“Looks like the battery’s running out.” she told the gremlin as she passed the flashlight to him.

“The batteries run out so quickly on this thing…” he agreed. “But it’s the only one I’ve got. If only I had a better light to use…”

It didn’t take long for the peanut gallery to chime in.

“You’d have better light if you were anywhere but in Tomorrow City!”

“Yeah! It’s always night there! Sabrina, you should have told him better.”

“I did.” she grimaced.

“There’s a reason why I chose Tomorrow City,” Sparks informed them, “And it’s not because of the lighting.”

“It’s because you’re a moron!” Dale cheerfully declared, netting a gleeful laugh out of Chip. As Sparks suddenly came out from under the Gummi Ship, Sabrina took that as her cue to leave them to their own devices. It’s not like she needed her Gummiphone anytime soon. It might not survive with the way those three were acting.

Sabrina made her way out to Tomorrow City’s square and rested against one of the pillars holding up the People Mover attraction. It was nice and cool against her skin. The honorary princess of Wasteland allowed herself to relax slightly. Arguing was exhausting, she knew this well from experience. But when that arguing wasn’t being done by her? All irony aside, it was the absolute worst.

When she felt like opening her eyes, the reminder that she was still stuck in Tomorrow City made her whine. Maybe she could bring back a crowbar and use it to whack Gremlin Spark with? But how would she get Chip and Dale when they kept riling him up? As she wondered if she could make a quick call to Queen Minnie for assistance, Sabrina noticed a pair of blue bunny children hanging out. They were probably thinking about doing something bad. Their interest in the power generator that kept the People Mover active looked awfully suspicious.

“Hey you,” she shouted at the bunnies, making them jump a solid foot in the air in surprise. “Come here.”

The bunny kids looked at her, then at each other. It didn’t take long for one to shove the other Sabrina’s way. The chosen bunny came over with its head hung low- as if it expected to be in a lot of trouble. And honestly? On any other day they would be. But for today, Sabrina felt like being self destructive.

She bent down to its height before telling it, “Smother me. Kill me right now and we’ll make it look like an accident. Please. I’m begging you.”

The bunny kid looked at her as if she had just told a really outlandish joke. It tilted its head a bit as it looked her over. Having an idea, the bunny kid hopped up into her arms, reached over to pat her on the back (even saying “Pat. Pat.” with each touch), then got back down again. It gave her a wide grin before joining back up with its sibling. Apparently, it thought that had made Sabrina feel better.

It did not.

Sabrina groaned as she stood up again. When was the last time she gave up and had a fit? It had to have been years- maybe even a solid decade.

Not long after, with a familiar little pop, Chirithy appeared beside her. Sabrina barely acknowledged her Dream Eater’s presence. There was a small glance, but that was about it.

“There you are!” Chirithy greeted. “I was almost thinkin’ that you left Tomorrow City without telling anyone.”

“And let two chipmunks verbally murder a gremlin? There’s no way I’d miss that.” Sabrina huffed back.

Chirithy bashfully rubbed the back of its neck. It had a hard time saying that it could disagree with her.

“I think you can head on back now.” Chirithy then told Sabrina. “I stayed behind a bit to make sure.”

Sabrina lulled her head over to look at her Dream Eater.

“Thanks,” she said- her voice sounding exceedingly weary in that moment. Sabrina let out a long sigh before asking, “Hey Chirithy, can I scream into your body for, like, five seconds?”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t.”

A pained look crossed Sabrina’s face. Even if she wasn’t going to say it outright, she was making it rather obvious that she didn’t want to go back willingly. Chirithy decided to take a seat as it thought something over.

“Hey Sabi, can you explain something for me?” it eventually asked.

“Hmm?”

“Why is it so important that the Gummi Ships use power sparks? Don’t they already have a pretty good something-or-another to keep them going?”

“Well,” Sabrina mused, “You see Chirithy, it's all because I’m a bundle of freaking sunshine.”

“Ah. I see.” Chirithy nodded.

Sabrina slid down the support pillar to sit by her Chirithy.

“Gummi Ships run on smiles and laughter,” Sabrina explained, despite not really needing to, “And we all know that scowls are more habit for me than smiles. Then there’s the dead fact that I’ve only felt safe enough to laugh in front of two people…”

“I think it’s kinda great that people care about you so much, they’re willing to experiment with something new.” Chirithy mused. “I hope the power sparks will work with the Gummi Ships in some way. Even just for one ship. Maybe we can deck it out with some cool flames or something. Gummi Ships are a bit too bright colored in my opinion. Oh! Dragons! We can put a big dragon on the side of the power spark ship! A great big purple one with black eyes and blue flames! Wouldn’t a Gummi Ship dragon be cool?!”

She couldn’t help it, but a small chuckle erupted from Sabrina’s lips. Her Chirithy gave a bright grin in return. The laugh of its Keyblade wielder was a Chirithy’s favorite sound.

“Hey,” Chirithy then said when an idea came to it, “I think I can make a trip over to Disney Castle without much problem. Let me bonk those chipmunks over the head for you!”

Sabrina raised an eyebrow.

“You?”

“I am no stranger to a baseball bat, Sabrina. I’m your Chirithy.”

The flat response was met with a bemused snort and even a half smile.

“Alright,” Sabrina agreed, “Let’s do this.”

#khocweek2022 #kingdom hearts fanfiction #Sabrina #Gremlin Sparks #Chip and Dale #Chirithy

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Here's two characters I've made to be just Twisted Wonderland fan characters. Lance is basically a background character of whom I made just to supply MC with clothes. Paulie is a troublemaker who is a bit unaware of how powerful his magic is. Based him off Peter Pan, though perhaps too much... but he's another excuse character, instead of giving clothes, he causes silly odd things to happen.

Such as, gifting MC a cursed swimsuit that transforms them into a mermaid. Since he thinks it's an easy curse to figure out and break, he doesn't even give a hint on how to deal with it.

I don't mind if anyone else wants to use these scenario-excuse characters, but please tag me. I would like to see what's done with them.

Image Text and some extra details about them under the cut/keep reading.

Lance Potsnuis, twist of a loom if there was to be one in Beauty and the Beast. (I figure I should give him a last name, but I just kinda threw one together. So I'm willing to change it if anyone has any better ideas.)

Dorm: Pomefiore

Grade: Sophomore

Age: 17

Height: 167 cm (6'5")

Dominant Hand: both/ambidextrous

Club: Film Research Club (Has no interest in acting himself, he just likes making the costumes.)

Hobbies: Weaving (He likes trying to make different types of fabrics that could then potentially be used to make clothes.)

Pet Peeves: indecisiveness

Talent: speed sewing

Unique Magic: Quick, Fix It!

His unique magic lets him make fast edits to clothes, including changing the colors. How much blot that occurs is based on how many changes and the level of difficulty of making such changes. Thus he prefers to use it for small, quick changes and if the color of the shade isn't right.

Always been a "workaholic". He quite enjoys working with clothes and making them, so it seems like it barely ever takes a break. His magestone seems to always have quite a bit of blot.

Lance has deuteranomaly red-green color blindness (which makes green look more red). Has ended up being quite good friends with his roommate as he relies on him to help fix any mistakes he makes in regards to his color blindness.

Part of a family of fashion designers.

Embarrassed by his own short and stocky body, but has resigned to the idea of being unable to change that.

Always willing to help out with outfits, as long as one knows what they want. He may have to postpone depending on the stat of blot on his magestone. Uses his unique magic more often then he should and more often then he means to.

A bit careless with his wealth, often giving away outfits that he's made.

For any MCs that like wearing dresses and skirts, they may find themselves drowning in clothes gifted from Lance. Being in an all boys school has made it so it's a bit rare for him to work on dresses and the like. Always making pants gets boring, so he'll gladly accept any excuse to make anything he doesn't usually get to do. Lance has no need to keep these clothes for himself, so he usually gives his models the clothes he's made. It's already made to their size anyway.

He's a bit more lax about appearances compared to most of Pomefiore. That doesn't mean he will slouch though. He just won't recoil in disgust if someone accidentally drinks the hand-washing water. Lance could potentially be a friend of Epel's, but I don't think they'd be very close. Lance refuses to help Epel hide from Rook as he doesn't want to get on his housewarden and vice housewarden's bad side. Though if Epel needs a breather, he's welcome to join him for a run to the store.

Now for Paulie

Paulie is the twist version of Peter Pan. Paulie may just be a nickname, who knows his real name? (I don't have enough examples for me to really think of good fae names and I wanted to call him Paulie.)

School: RSA

Grade: Freshman

Age: ???

Height: 174 cm (5'8")

Dominant Hand: left (This is simply so I can make a reference to the Princess Bride.)

Club: Fencing (Regarding that reference, he fences with his right hand. Plus I figure this is close to sword fighting which is what Peter Pan does with Captain Hook.)

Hobbies: Pranking

Pet Peeves: stifling maturity

Unique Magic: Never Growing Up!

His unique magic turns a person into a child. During this period, said affected person's memory is reverted back to that time. Age and how long it lasts depends on how much magic he uses when casting. After his unique magic wears off, person will regain their memory along with retaining memory of their time of being turned into a kid. Age that they revert to ranges from five to ten years old. Time of how long it lasts ranges from half a day to three days.

This idiot nearly overblots every time he casts his unique magic and takes an entire day for his magestone to recover. I figure such a spell would be quite powerful and assuming students aren't allowed or can't just grab a new magestone, he ends up skipping any classes he has left for the day. Doesn't matter if it's a class that doesn't require him using magic, it's time to goof about.

One of RSA's very few troublemakers.

Known to not take things seriously and to be very childish.

Due to being a fae, he doesn't realize his pranks can be hard to dispel.

Best friend is a craft fairy named Thimblina. (Yes this is basically Tinker Bell.)

I figure he grew up on a seashore where he gets to interact with several merpeople. I also think it would be a bit funny if he was a bit of a foil to Malleus when it comes to invitations. People tend to generally forget or are too fearful to invite Malleus to things. It doesn't help that Malleus doesn't seem too great with time. For Paulie, he's not very observant of time either, but people purposefully don't invite him to things. Since he's known to cause trouble, RSA could find it better to make sure Paulie doesn't know when things are happening. You would think he might suspect something when most students are walking around in robes, but he's not paying attention. The campus is unusually empty? Everyone must be in classes.

He tends to direct most of his pranks onto NRC as he views the students there to be hostile and needing to lighten up. He's unaware of when he goes to far with some pranks. He probably respects Malleus, but will totally cast his unique magic on Malleus if he thinks the prince is being a stick in the mud and needs to escape all the pressures of being royalty. This does mean he has to walk back to RSA though.

Oh, he tends to cast his unique magic on those he feels have forgotten what it's like to be a kid and on those that he thinks could use a break from all this adult responsibility. Has probably also tried to form a group of freshmen to follow him about, even has the idea to call them the Lost Boys, but I don't think he caught anyone's interest in that.

I didn't list all of the things that are listed on the games student records like favourite foods as I don't feel it's necessary to give them that much detail. At least, not right now as I don't know if I'll grow a bond to them or not. So far to me, they're characters I can only use for this game.

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