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engelfeather · 23 days

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This is chapter 9!! I couldn't add a title here (sos)

"You're hungry?" Angel tilted his head, confused. How could he already be hungry so soon. Sure, he was small, but he had eaten a day or two ago. He didn't need to eat so soon, that would be bad. But the growling noises coming from Xavier's stomach didn't just concern him, but also creeped him out. Seeing Xaviers cheeks go red and him covering his stomach with his arms, indicated to him that he didn't seem to enjoy this noise either.

After another deep breath, Xavier nodded, his stomach was causing him serious discomfort now. "Yes, I'm hungry. Starving even! Can't you.. I don't know.. give me a breadcrumb or something?? Ehh..heh- if you want of course" He gave an awkward smile, hoping he didn't anger the giant, seeing how deeply he seemed to be staring into his soul.

"But you just ate.." Xavier flinched at Angels sudden words, but, mostly irritated, answered "No.. I am seriously hungr-" he got cut off."

You just ate."

Angel repeated, furrowing his brows.

"I ate like two days ago!"

Xavier responded annoyed now, with a hint of fear in his voice. He didn't want Angel to break more of his bones or.. do something worse- "So? You still have like.. a week until you're allowed to eat." Allowed!? A week! He couldn't wait a week for a bit of food! So in the most polite way he could muster up, even adding a friendly smile into the mix, he asked "Are.. you not allowing me to eat for a week..to uhm... Torture me or something?" This seemed to surprise Angel "Huh? Did I say that? No. Your body wouldn't allow that! I'm helping you out here with your.. strong urges to eat I guess- I think you should get that checked out by a doctor" he whispered the last part, leaning in close doing so.

Xavier tries to push Angels face away, his hands merely sinking into his soft fur. God damn it. Why does his body also have to be squishier than a damn sponge

"What-.. what the hell is that even supposed to mean! I.. I'm literally trapped here-! Why would my body even need a week to be able to eat again? ....how many times do you think we have to eat in a week-" Angel was slightly surprised at Xavier's more loud exclamation, considering recent events, yet he rolled his eyes and responded in a sarcastic tone "Well surely it's every day almost every hour, with the way you're acting. Oh please.. you'll be fine for another week or so." Xavier looked at him dumbfounded.

Was this guy serious?

"sigh, yes. Yes I do. Normally three meals a day with some snacks on the side.. if I can afford that." He mumbled, he would just be honest, hoping he wouldn't use this info for some personal twisted use. He shivered at the thought of him capturing humans, just to let them starve. As much as he wanted to believe that no one would do that, he trusted this giant to perform such a cruel act. Looking back up, he expected a sadistic smirk, but was instead met with curious eyes, like some child that just found a shiny rock. Great. Now he was downgraded down to a shiny rock.

Angel gently wrapped his hand around Xavier, who was still floating mid air and placed him on his pillow. Patting the humans head, definitely not to play with his hair, he laid down on his stomach. With his hands on his cheeks and his legs propped up, kicking them in the air, he asked "You actually have to eat that much? That sounds.. overwhelming. Sad.. oh you sad, sad creature with your weird anatomy." Xavier shot him an annoyed glare, which he found quite amusing.

A small growl from Xavier made him hug himself again. He whined to himself, quietly, he just wanted a piece of food. Could this giant not ask questions later? With gritted teeth, he spoke "Yeah yeah, I'm pathetic, I think I got that so far. Can you please just get me something to eat." Angel, noticing the impatient tone in Xavier's voice, sighed deeply. If this meant the little dude wouldn't die, then he'd oblige. "Very well, it shouldn't be too hard to get you something to eat. I'll be right back!" With that, Angel quickly got up and ran out of the room, as if to quickly get away from a bomb that was about to explode. A few, agonizing, minutes later, Angel returned to Xavier, who was now curled into a Ball, clutching his stomach tightly. In a soft tone, he said "Dont worry, I got you something to eat.."

Opening his hand, he dropped a pile of large leaves in front of Xavier. At first he thought, maybe these were leaves used for a salad, though upon further inspection, Xavier realised that this was grass. Plain, simple grass. Was this some stupid joke?

Looking up at Angel however, only revealed that not only was he serious, he seemed to desperately want to watch Xavier eat this grass. As if he was some hamster trying to eat, with their owner watching over them, constantly awing at how adorable it was. At least now he wasn't a shiny rock anymore..

"...A- Angel, uhm.. what the hell is this? Do you think we eat grass or something?" With big, awaiting eyes, Angel nodded, pushing the grass blades closer to Xavier. "I tried plucking the best ones for you.. they all look the same to me though, so I'm sorry if this isn't up to your standards." Xavier tried to find a mocking tone in Angels voice, yet only seemed to find genuine care, which he found somewhat unnerving. "Err..it's nice that you're trying to feed me the good type of grass, I guess, but.." he gently pushed the grass away from him, "We humans don't eat.. grass." Angels mouth widened, a small gasp escaping his lips, surprised by this. "You.. don't eat grass? But I thought.. you did. I mean.. some of you had small patches of grass outside of your house... I thought you ate the grass from there."

Xavier shook his head in disbelief, did this guy know nothing about humans? Considering he seemed to only visit his world to torment the people there, that seemed to be true. "Those are gardens.. yes, some plant vegetables or fruits in their gardens, but they don't have them to eat the grass from there." Angel seemed to be genuinely upset by this and took away the grass. He let out a small snarl "I only wanted to help. What do you eat then, human." Xavier responded in a more friendly way, lest he anger the giant.. again. "Well, all sorts of things.. fruits, vegetables, meat and, yes, even things that are cooked, fried or what not." Angel stared at him, as if he had just revealed some dark secret humans had, before bursting out laughing, causing Xavier to flinch and stiffen up.

"You- hah.. you eat meat!? Hahaha! Look at your scrawny form! As if you could hunt animals! That's something I'd love to watch, watching you run around and fail to hunt even the simplest animals! You can barely even catch up to animals like rabbits and you're telling me you eat meat!" Xavier frowned at the mocking comments being made about him, not that they were necessarily wrong, but at least he didn't chase after helpless people that were barely a dusk speck compared to him.

His stomach grumbled again, seemed like he wasn't the only one who was annoyed by Angel. "Can you not give me some of the left over curry? Unless you already ate everything..-" Angel stopped laughing and went back to staring Xavier down. "No, I threw it away after you landed in my food. No offence, but I don't want your dirty germs all over my food."

As if you care about cleanliness.

Xavier thought, side eying Angels dirty room. With a heavy sigh, he looked back up to Angel "Could you.. perhaps cook me something?" Angel looked away, finally averting his gaze "I don't have any food right now.. I mean.. I only buy food when I want to cook something, so currently I have no food available.. ehe-" In a dramatic fashion, Xavier let himself fall on his back. "But.." Angel said slowly, "I could go out and get some food.." Xaviers mood lifted slightly, he could wait a little longer if that meant he would get some dinner soon. "However, you're coming with me. I am not getting food you can't eat in the end. That would just be a waste of product." Well there went his good mood. "Come.. with you? Outside where other giants like you are? ....no thanks. I'd much rather stay here." the giant placed a finger against his chin "You're not wrong.. I don't need them to know you exist, not that they run away screaming or something.." Angel mumbled.

Xavier thought Angel misspoke "Wait what? 'Run away screaming' why? Why would they do that" Angel nervously chuckled and looked away. Tripping over his words, he answered "Ehh.. Ehe, let's just say, they ...well uhm.. f.. fear you guys. Your whole world to be precise. Honestly anything that isn't from their world. We.. err aren't allowed to exit our world either. So it's best if no one finds out about your existence here." Xavier just looked at Angel as if he just told the most obscure and bizarre story ever. "Are you fucking with me right now?" Angel raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down. "No, I think both of our clothes are still on, unless..~ nevermind.." "What..?" Xavier, uncomfortable, scooted away slightly "No, that's not what I meant, weirdo- I meant.. how on earth are your people afraid of us!" Scratching the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, Angel answered in a whispering tone "Well.. lets just say.. they have a different image when thinking of a human" Xavier's curiousity was peaked. "Different you say? Why, what do they think when thinking of us?"

"Let's not waste any time now! We...heh We don't want ya starving any further haha! Here let me hide your scent for you" He quickly grabbed Xavier and rapidly began licking him from the bottom to the top. Xavier thrashed around, trying to push away the fleshy muscle to no avail. Seemed like the giant was done with the conversation.

With a hefty sigh, Xavier let Angel lick him. If it was to taste him or to actually hide his scent, somehow, he couldn't tell, maybe it was both. After Angel was done, he tried to rub off some of the saliva with his sleeve, whilst kneading his chest fluff, with his other hand, to loosen it slightly. "There.. now you're all ready!" He lowered Xavier into his fur, squishing his fur together to prevent his new passenger from slipping down. Walking towards the door, he opened a small closet, where he grabbed his keys and a jacket he put on. Pushing away some of his stuff that laid around in there, revealed a small hidden drawer in the closet. Quickly he unlocked the drawer with a key and pulled it open. The object inside caused Xavier to flinch.

There, laid a gun with swirled rose-golden and white engravings on it. Whilst Xavier was clutching Angels fur in nervousness, Angel, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind, happily taking it out and viewing it. With a shaky voice, Xavier asked "Why- why are you taking that out. We.. we are just going to run some errands, right??" Angel gave a small nod "Yes, of course. But ya never know what could happen. I'm just making sure we'll stay safe, why, do you not own a gun?" Xavier wondered in what kind of neighborhood Angel lived in, where it was that dangerous, that he had to take a gun with him. Shaking his head, he answered "No. Why would I? I'm not American." Angel looked at him irritated, but didn't answer. He just shrugged and hid the gun in his chest fur, causing shivers to run down Xavier's spine.

Angel hummed as he walked down the streets with his company safely secured In his fur. Even if the human was tiny, the warmth radiating from his body made him shiver ever so slightly. He enjoyed it, he enjoyed every moment being near the human, feeding off of his energy and short temper. It amused him, in a way even made his day. In fact, a part of him enjoyed teasing the tiny more than torturing him physically. Screams were fun, but the ability to control every part of someone, to stop them from speaking further or choosing what they had to eat, simple things like that, made him feel even better. He was in control of Xavier's every action and he knew it. It's not like the human could put up a fight against him. The psychological torment gave him such a thrill. He grinned, his tail swishing around behind him. Looking down, he saw how Xavier looked around frantically, flinching every time a person walked by. How adorable.

Xavier looked around, his heart was in his throat. These creatures seemed to come in all sizes and forms. Some even towered over Angel, whilst in the corners of the streets he could see people his own size, if not slightly taller. They seemed to be waiting for.. something. Squinting his eyes, he tried to see what they could potentially be waiting for. There, a small platform lowered to the ground, with the tiny folks stepping on them, getting lifted into the air. Following their ascent upwards, he noticed long tubes spanning across the houses, with these smaller people running through them. That was definitely one way to get around, whilst also not risking getting stepped on. It didn't seem that any of the giants seemed to mind them though, which surprised him slightly. Though perhaps, if Angel had some kind of powers, so did they. Meaning they weren't as defenceless as he was. Just his luck..

Swallowing hard, he tried to somehow back away from a giant that passed them. Luckily they were too busy talking to someone on the phone, however their loud laughter rumbled through his ears, hurting his sensitive ear drums Glancing up, he saw how Angel seemed to be amused by his suffering. He frowned, averting his gaze quickly. He wouldn't cater to his amusement. With another giant passing them, he groaned, displeased with his current situation. Trying to lower himself into the fur, Angel chuckled slightly, using a finger to press him down. He glared at him, trying to whisper a curse up to him, though was met with a mouthful of fur, which strangely tasted like marshmallows.

Gross.

With a sigh, he spat out the fur and gave the biggest pout he could muster up, making sure Angel knew that this wasn't funny to him. So what if that only made it funnier, the giant already knew he hated this, why hide his emotion.He continued his pout until his mouth ached, making him stop. Though it seemed that not only he stopped, but so did Angel. With a shiver running down his spine, he heard the dreadful words.

"We're here."

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highwayphantoms · 1 year

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Hi! I would love to see “Is it okay to hug you?” for Handers, or even Anders + a Hawke sibling with background Handers 👀

hello hello I wrote this a while ago and never remembered to post it! 😂 so here's some pre-relationship Handers for @dadrunkwriting

Words: 975 Warnings: nah

At first, Anders took little notice of Hawke's departure from the table. He had a winning hand for sure this time, and that was rare with Isabela at the table. But when she still hadn't returned after several rounds, Anders scooped up his meager winnings: a few coins that somehow seemed smaller than it was compared to the much larger pile Bela had amassed. As he got to his feet, Merrill glanced up from where she sat across from him and asked, "Oh, is it that late already?"

Anders waved her off and said, "I'll be back in a minute. Don't stop on my account."

Merrill brightened immediately, while Isabela said, "Give Hawke our love."

For a moment he considered asking if he was that obvious, then quickly concluded he didn't want to know the answer. Instead, he acknowledged Isabela with a nod and ducked out the door of Varric's suite. Though the front room of the Hanged Man was as crowded as usual for this time of day, Hawke usually managed to stand alone, her dog putting space between her and drunken strangers. Scanning over the room, he saw neither Hawke nor her dog, and Bear was not a small dog. Not getting drinks, then, and she had never seemed the sort of person who would sleep with just anyone. Still, Hawke didn't usually leave without telling anyone. For that matter, Hawke was usually the last to leave. More than once, he'd heard Varric complain that she'd passed out on the floor of his suite rather than go home.

Curiosity compelled him to navigate across the mass of drunks to the front door. The winter air cut right through his clothes, but it was refreshing at the same time.

Nothing felt as good as being outside.

He spotted Bear first, the dog's eyes glinting in the flickering light from the lantern outside the door. Though the dog's dark fur blended into the inky shadows, Hawke's bright red scarf did not. She was on the ground, slumped against a wall with her forehead pressed to her knees; Bear laid on the ground just in front of her, as still as a statue but for the gentle wagging of his nub of a tail.

Acutely aware of the way Hawke reacted to people getting in her space, Anders approached her but maintained a wary distance. For some unfathomable reason, he liked her, as prickly and difficult as she could be. Maker knew she was certainly no worse than Fenris. Maybe that's why they get on as well as they do, he thought with faint amusement. "Hey," he said, stiffly crouching down to be closer to her level. "Are we out in the cold for any particular reason?"

Without lifting her head or otherwise moving a muscle, Hawke said dully, "Fuck off."

"Mhm, I would, but Bear seems so happy to see me," he said mildly.

In apparent agreement, the dog barked softly.

Hawke made a frustrated sound, but said nothing.

"I've known you long enough to know something's wrong," he added. "You don't have to tell me what, but you can't sit out here all night."

"I can, and I will," she muttered. "Hawke," he said, faintly exasperated.

Finally, she picked her head up to glower at him. With clouds blotting out the moonlight and only one lantern to see by, he couldn't make out much of her face, but the way she rubbed at her eyes suggested she'd been crying.

That was… not like Hawke. Hawke didn't cry. She raged. Shouted. Cracked bad jokes. Snarked at people. Cast walls of ice purely to shatter them.

"You were there," she said flatly. "You heard what Aveline said."

Anders paused, trying to think of what Aveline could possibly have said. He generally tuned her out when she started echoing templar talking points—she never said anything he hadn't heard a thousand times before—but he was sure she hadn't said anything in that vein recently.

"Saved her life, and this is how she repays me?" Hawke muttered sullenly. "It's like I don't even exist."

Ah, he did vaguely remember Aveline talking over Hawke at one point. That wasn't particularly unusual either, but evidently Hawke had hit some kind of tipping point.

"You seem pretty real to me," Anders said lightly. "But I know how to prove it, if you don't believe me."

She snorted humorlessly. "How?"

"Can I hug you?"

For a moment, she didn't say anything. In truth, he'd expected one of her snarky retorts. Then, quietly, she said, "Okay."

Anders stood, and offered her his hand. For once, Hawke didn't hesitate—she was usually so reluctant to admit that she had trouble getting off the ground on her own. He pulled her up to her feet, then loosely wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Hawke stood frozen for a few seconds. Then, to his surprise, she turned and hugged him back. Her voice muffled somewhat by her face being pressed against his chest, Hawke mumbled, "I don't know why you're so nice to me."

"Despite your best efforts, you're my friend," he said mildly. Part of him wanted so much more than that, but spending as much time around two other apostates was dangerous enough as it was. The last thing any of them needed was a relationship that could be used against them.

"I guess," she replied quietly. After a few seconds, she released him and withdrew, taking a half step back. "I don't… I mean, I never really had friends."

"Well, you do now." Anders gestured loosely towards the Hanged Man and asked, "Are you going to come back in?"

She shook her head. "No, I… think I'll go home."

"Okay." He brushed aside the faint disappointment that washed over him, then added, "You know where to find me if you need anything."

#jay writes #dragon age #da fic #serafina hawke

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bluntfish · 1 year

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Hide and Seek [18+]

A prompt someone gave me after crash coursing some....things. Not sure if I appreciate or fear Aurelius more but I wouldn’t try to race against this man for the life of me. 🤦‍♀️ To the person who suggested me possible kinks for Aurelius: you know who you are.

CW: Implied sex mention. Some running/chase elements. Minors DNI 🐟

Your hands are pinned against the sheets. Sweat smothered by warm hands towards your outer groves. Uttering animalistic pants. Your mind departed in shreds of white drifting on the water. Ripples break the wake upon its surface. You’re not sure how you got into this position. You’re not sure how you got into his arms. You’re not sure how your body was taken so easily. Yet you’re trying to recall something. Something that leads to this encounter. The start of this ardent encounter.

Beyond the woods of Raine is where you first met. Where you, a local in the area, greet a white-haired man in the wild. His face is covered by scars. A fur coat reminds you of a warm, green blanket. And striking eyes. His bright blue gaze never wavered, ever noticing your presence near the same snow-covered pine tree you frequent alone. He wasn’t anything in particular, but his stature was imposing yet comforting. You’re interested. The man gained your favor and in return, he offered you a yellow blossom he picked from his walk. Plucked on the same day when he confessed his name as Aurelius. A refined name for a hunter. Little that you know, the exchange set his mind on fire, his heart ablaze, and his legs with vigor. A target of his affections.

He brings out a bit of himself every time he sees you after his initial, awkward stumbles. To you, he offers his body as a vessel to fetch certain items like flowers or a pine cone. Other times, it’s a walk back to safety when he mentions Miramon afoot, holding his crossbow ever close. Though you believe it's an excuse. It’s the same tired excuse he uses just to talk to you to the point he purposely takes detours. It’s very boyish, but you don’t mind. You can tell this man lacks experience but makes up with his sincerity. The last time you saw him, he gave you a small package of dried flowers, intently wrapped in rough threads as thanks for accepting his courtship. One of his endearing qualities. Your mind wanders in the enigma of this man, floating in a pink haze.

The thing you can’t ignore the most is the scent that carries him. Fresh flowers mixed with his musk. A smell clear enough to make you think about him when you accepted his latest gift. He mentioned if you’re a bundle of flowers, then it must be the combination that created your being. Poetic in his own rugged way. You couldn’t stop thinking about those words since then. Even now as you’re overtaken by his presence, snippets of sweet murmurs from the depths of his heart and mind. Resonating without sound, without force. Just as it is.

Onto your last recent memory. You’re walking on top of soft, snowy grounds in the woods with Aurelius holding hands. He spoke to you while you were beside him.

“I have an idea. Do you want to play a game?”

“If we do, do you mind if I choose?” you pondered.

He hums. “Sure. Which one?”

“It’s childish, but I haven’t done hide and seek for a long while.”

He pauses his footsteps. Aurelius turns his body towards you, rather meekly.

“Will you be hiding?”

“Depends. Do you want to be “it”?”

He clears his throat before saying anything further.

“Consider your hiding spot for the next 10 minutes.”

“Oh? We’re starting now?”

He lets go of your grasp.

“I’ll give you a head start,” he mumbles, his face flushed.

You sensed something had erupted in his last statement. Lingering where you stand for a moment, you quietly jogged away as he stood there eyeing you. You turned back to see if he was catching your gaze. He was. It spooked you for once. You knew his piercing glance when he noticed an animal yards away. You never thought he'd be looking at you like that. Upon this realization, you started running. Don’t turn back, your thoughts rang. Because if you turn around, you know you’ll be caught in an instant.

After a few minutes, the man covered his face and started counting down from ten. Slowly. Your heart pounds as you’re desperately searching for a place of solace. You were told many times how he feels about you. His impression was so intense as you’re wondering why he hasn’t fallen apart. You were the glue to his sanity, but it's barely keeping him together. Yet the moment the game was initiated, the adhesive was gone. Peeled away from the seams.

You heard a “five” as you were many yards away from where you originally stood. The snow crunches underneath your boots. You found a small den, holed between some rocks and trees. You quickly crouched behind the bushes. A “zero” was shouted then you heard footsteps approaching. So fast. You peeked through the leaves. It’s Aurelius surveying his surroundings. He’s on the hunt now. Should you book it? You wait till he peeks through the den, with his voice echoing your name. You’re shaking. The snowfall covered your footsteps, but it's not shallow enough that he mistakes it for an animal. You know this for sure.

“You’re good,” he muttered.

You shut your eyes. The wind dances with the snow, weighing on top of the trees. He’s approaching the bushes. You assume he traced your covered tracks. Breathing becomes a chore, shallow even. And your heart is ready to burst out of your chest. You have a feeling he heard you making a strained peep. He did, as he approached your direction. The moment you saw his gloved hands lift the branches to reveal yourself, you immediately ran off out of your hiding spot. A vain effort it was. You try pacing your footwork but if you falter, you’ll have to catch him for the next round. At least, that’s what you believed back then.

“Don’t turn around,” you tell yourself for assurance, “Don’t look. Don’t look at all.”

But the sounds trailing behind you. They’re catching up. You hear his panting breath expelling the cold air. Getting harsher as you zig-zag your way from his reach. You hear a laugh as if he was uttering some enjoyment. As if this is his natural disposition. Aurelius appeared so serious to you that you thought he wouldn’t put the effort to chase you. You thought wrong. You hear he’s giving his all. So much so that the drive to out beat him is becoming nonexistent. The moment you thought of your tiredness, it was all over. You run as far as you could till you’re greeted with the spot where the game began. Your eyes meet in defeat. Aurelius immediately takes you in his arms and lifts you up in the air. He’s swinging you slightly upon impact, swirling his clumsy feet with jubilation. He won.

He lifted up his polarized glasses to take a closer look at your warm face, worn out from exhaustion and holding you ever close to him. The color of his scarred face wasn’t red from the running, you assumed. He’s cupping your cheek tenderly after his laughter subsided.

“Got you,” he whispered.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to play tag with you after this,” you sighed.

A smile emerged from his lips. He leans in with a soft murmur close to your ear.

“You’re coming with me.”

Your heart jumped. “Where, Aurelius?”

“My place. Are you free?”

“I am,” you said shyly. He smirks.

“Then you have no choice. Let’s go.”

Aurelius guides you to his home. Once the door is closed and the boots are off, he gazes at you. His demeanor screams his thoughts. His hands shake, gently resting on your hips. Your feet lightly walk across the wooden floors as you’re led to a corner. An entryway. A bed. His weight pulls you down and pins you with his arms. Engulfed by a fluttering kiss on your cheek, your lips, your neck.

You feel the cold metal of his turtleneck drag against your abdomen. Sweat down his brow. The faintest noise uttered from your mouth flipped a switch in his mind. His clothes were shed off. Yours too, as to keep warm by your shared body heat. Against the mattress, your face trails to his arms as you maintain eye contact.

"What are you going to do, huntsman? Claim me like a trophy?" you said in a coy voice.

His face turned beet red. A sultry look followed soon after. He grips your body as the tension within his frame coils like a spring.

"Sounds like you want more of me."

"Maybe I do," you pushed him gently.

You see his stark blue eyes soften. He warmly whispers to your ear once more. It's very soft. You couldn’t make out the words, but the actions that follow possess your limbs. No hesitation on his part. And there you are bare with another body overtaking your sights. Aurelius grasps your hand in the aftermath. His hair falls upon your forehead as he sneaks a kiss on your cheek.

“…Was I too demanding?”

You looked at him, clutching your captured hand over his.

“What do you think, Mr. Marksman?”

He sighs with a blanket strewn over his back. He’s content.

“As long as you enjoyed it, it's enough,” he said.

“Planning to be low-key next time?”

“If I have the brain space to do so,” he murmurs, “I don’t like beating around the bush.”

“To be fair, subtlety doesn’t suit you much.”

His husky voice wafts to your ears as he’s holding you from behind in agreement. Safe in his arms. You chuckled, pulling yourself under the covers. A soft sigh curls up your body savoring the tender moment. If a measly game leads you to be graced by intimacy, then it's a force to be reckoned with. And you hope you’ll get the upper hand next time. Probably with a different game of course.

#dislyte fanfic #dislyte fanfiction #dislyte aurelius #dislyte aurelius x reader #dislyte x reader #written by bluntfish #I learned too much about this man. is it too late to turn back the wheels of time? 😂#if you have any prompts feel free to chuck em in my askbox but mannnnNNNNN

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absolutebl · 2 years

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Ocean Likes Me - Noodles & Mismatched Dreams

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Ocean Likes Me

Korea, May 2022 on Viki

8/10

Main Tropes: opposites attract, grumpy/sunshine, impossible dreams, gay chef

Stars Kpop’s best known out gay singer, Holland, and Han Gi Chan (Where Your Eyes Linger). Noodle shop! Broken dreams!

This is a solid little KBL, with a good premise and cast. Manic pixie dream boy can get old fast but when contrasted with awkward grumpy chef? It’s a tasty combo that elevates both ingredients. Holland is a charming screen presence - baby boy is HYPNotiC. And while I wasn’t entirely sold on the chemistry, these two did give us some very good kisses and sweet domesticity. I grinned through most episodes and I didn’t even mind the standard KBL 1 year separation at the end because it felt so true to the characters.

It was Tommy’s wardrobe that really clued me in as to what was going on with this show. His jumpers are full of rough shaggy textures (mohair, faux fur, chunky knits) and stormy-beach colors: sandy browns, blues, and grays. Not necessarily colors you normally associate with an ocean, but the colors that really are there on a cold northern beach in particular.

We are left wondering if Tommy is meant to be an actual boy or if he is instead a representation of the ocean. Is this actually about Ba Da learning to love himself? (Since bada means ocean).

The title of the show, Ocean LikeS Me (BaDa - the ocean - falling in love with Tommy) versus the title of the song Tommy writes, Ocean Like Me (I am the ocean). Is this contrast intentional, I wonder? Or am I reading too much into that one S?

Tommy is like a piece of beautiful driftwood that has been tossed upon the shore, soon to be swept away again on the next tide. We aren’t surprised when he leaves, we aren’t surprised that he is both capricious and consistent. He may or may not be the spirit of the sea, but either way he embodies both its relentlessness and its transience.

The sparse coldness permeating this show in contrast to the cozy domesticity it depicts when the boys are together reminded me of something out of Scandinavian film. This whole series is permeated by a sense of winter. The lighting and style is exactly the opposite to the warm atmospheric feel we got from Cherry Blossoms After Winter. These are, in a way, two different ends of the spectrum of BL that Korea produces yet they both embody the precision and in the stiffness of KBL.

Watchers of KBL are often left with this persistent idea that we are missing something all the time, something the characters are doing just off screen, or in between episodes. We missed it but Korea also didn’t WANT to show it to us because they find it too painfully intimate to portray.

This absence colors all KBL with a certain wistfulness. There’s so much left unsaid. But also un-filmed. All the scenes that would be considered key in Thai BL, are left out.

But, for me, Oceans Likes Me managed to justify this aspect of itself in a way other recent BLs have not (I’m looking at you: Love Class). We never see Tommy and Ba Da actually become boyfriends, they just... suddenly... are. It’s as inevitable as the ocean. There is no confession scene, there’s no first time, there’s just THEM.

And then, just as quickly Tommy is swept away and there is no them at all.

Or perhaps I’ve been in too many relationships with artists?

I understand the premise of this ending (unlike most of the arbitrary Kdrama 11th hour separations) which is: sometimes you can’t just support someone else’s dreams, you must part in order to pursue your own dream. It’s not a lack of love that ends the relationship, it’s conflicting life goals. (This hit me pretty hard, actually, since one of the great loves of my life is a sunshine person whom I had to leave behind: not for lack of love, but conflicting ambition.)

I was happy (and a little surprised, frankly) that they brought it back around and ended with the boys together again. We actually didn’t have the right to expect and HEA from this kind of narrative, I’m so glad they knuckled under the BL yoke and gave it to us.

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#bl review #holland #Han Gi Chan #Where Your Eyes Linger #korean bl #kbl #k-bl #recommended bl #ocean likes me #ocean like me #Kdrama #viki #Rakutan Viki

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zhongrin · 1 year

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*a snow fox as big as a bear comes up the mountain with a casket*

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Hey Sweety~

I couldn't resist writing you again after your letter! This is Antares, one of the messengers of our household. If you ask nicely, he will even let you pet him, but only you.

He will wait for your letter. If you need a few days, just tell him that and he will hunt for himself. You can call him back with a short whistle ♡

The antlers do, in fact, give off a faint blue glow in the dark and if you inject cryo elemental energy, they even give off a low hum! A beautiful thing to look at over the chimney.

In the casket are new things our division was developing because some complained too much about fingers falling off you just need to inject elemental energy into them and the liquid should freeze. No worries, you can stuff them into your jackets or just hold them and they will warm you up~ When they are cooled down, just heat the liquid up with warm water (or hot water, they won't melt.)

You know, with my dear Capitano, it was a really slow romance going until it just clicked. Ahh, the highlight was of course him decapitating an...eyesore with his claymore. I could die for this man, but currently he wants me to live for him <33333

How was it with Albedo and you? How did you meet again? What was your romance like? I can't seem...to remember :)

With love

Queen Belial

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The snow fox gracefully lets you take the letter and calmly walks over to Albedo. For a moment it seems like the fox very much would like to jump him, but refrains and delievers a short note.

If you harm her you will suffer.

dear queen,

oh my goodness, antares is majestic!! he did let me pet him after i bribed him with some food... i'm so honored!

oh, that sounds like they would be very pretty. i wonder how they would look if injected with geo elemental energy. albedo's vision always shines so brightly and it's such a beautiful light!

and that's convenient! i just asked bedo to channel some elemental energy to them (the woes of those who don't have a vision...) and it became so warm!! this is perfect and it's such a thoughtful gift considering our circumstances currently, thank you!

it was surprisingly kind of fast for us! see, it all started when i travelled to mondstadt, and i met klee while she was fishbla playing in windrise. we ended up bonding through the minor inconvenience, i got to know albedo from there, and well... he was such a sweetheart and a gentleman, and it's not like i was attached to anyone, so... you know. we got together in the end! and because of that now i'm staying in mondstadt!

i'll be sad to send antares off; he's been such a joy to have around. big animals are so fascinating and have this... regality to them, don't you think? anyway, i'm sending you a care package along with this letter, i hope it'll reach you safely and i hope you'll like them!

hugs and headpats, meirin

ps. albedo added something to the package too! <3

"are you sending the letter back?"

the girl nods. her eyes stray to the envelope in his hand and a smile spreads across her lips, "you have your reply too? great! i can send them all now."

"can you put this into the box? i'd like to send your friend a gift too since she has been very kind."

"oh, sure!" she examined the package in interest, missing the way the snow fox anxiously tap his paws against the ground of the laboratory, "what's in it?"

"since she seems to be into hunting - just some animal fur i got recently."

"i see, that's very kind of you."

placing the wrapped package along with some coffee, scented candles, and a little bouquet of dried cecilias, she rewrapped the box securely and turned to the big snow fox, who recoiled when she tried to put the box into the casket, "ah- what's wrong, sweetheart? oh, does the coffee smell too strong for you? hmmm...."

after much persuasion, they finally manage to send the fox his way. she watches silently as the animal descended down the mountains before being obscured by the raging snow.

"... starlight."

"hmm?"

"is everything okay? you seem a little absentminded today."

"huh? oh... yeah, everything's fine! sorry, i'm just... i stayed up late last night so i'm just a little sleepy."

"for the codes? did you manage to crack it?"

she blinks and shakes her head. her smile trembles when she answered him, eyes avoiding his sharp gaze, "no, unfortunately not."

"i see.... that's too bad. why don't you turn in early tonight? i don't want you to jeopardize your health."

"yeah, that's actually a good idea. i think i'll do just that. thanks, albedo."

"'albedo'.... huh."

#rin answers #rin plays ebg #rin selfships #meibedo #rin is having tea with: queen 💙

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bufomancer · 2 years

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I know I’ve been focusing a lot on the foster hams lately so here is a comprehensive update post on all my pets

Reptiles & Amphibians

Meryt is doing great, I want to do some revamping in his terrarium soon once I have more time and money but it’s not crucial

Lucky is in her “not eating for breeding season” phase of the year but is otherwise in good health and very active

Boots has forgotten that people exist because she rarely sees them at my mom’s but is otherwise doing well. Still need to plan if I’m moving her to my apartment this year or waiting till next June when we move. I’d prefer to have her with me, but her viv is such a pain to move.

Niobe is doing great and took her first quail recently, and then back to a rat for her next feeding. This is great news, many are worried about giving variety to their ball pythons in case they get picky and only want one prey source but she had no qualms about going back to rats. I’m planning a rat for her next feeding and then either a quail or a soft fur :-)

Ricearoni is growing for sure!! He’s been active recently and I think I may need to size up to larger pinkies for him. He’s not quite fuzzy size though.

Freak is also doing well. I dug him up the other day to check on him and he looks healthy. He swam in his pool for a bit not too long ago, as evidenced by the dirt I found in there. I want to get him a bigger swimming area.

Rodents

Clover, Cardamom, Dracula, & Mick are still their happy energetic little selves. The soft furs (so all but Mick) have developed papillomas on their tummies and tails but so far they aren’t affecting their quality of life. Fingers crossed it’ll be a long time before I need to consider euthanasia. They’re not quite a year old yet. But papilloma growths are exceedingly common in soft furs.

Panko and Badger are also doing well. I split Dog off from them (more on that later in the post) and they seem content enough just the two of them but I may introduce Trowel to them when he arrives, we’ll see.

Miquella, Melania, Harrowhark, and Palamedes are getting so big and so crazy. I am planning to upgrade them in the near future since four soft furs in a 100qt bin is starting to feel cramped! Worst case scenario, I’ll split off two of them into their own 100qt bin.

The ladies (Wonder, Rowe, Mooncake, Mochi, Vendrick, Gwyndolyn, Butter, and Goose the soft fur boy) are overall doing pretty well. Wonder is on her way out, unfortunately, but she’s still getting around okay and snuggles with her friends. It won’t be long now, though. Rowe is pretty old, nearly two- I got her last September and her and Rix (now deceased) were christmas gifts- but she’s still bright and active so I am hopeful she’ll have a few more months in her at the very least. Mooncake and Mochi will turn two at the end of October, so I don’t expect them to see next spring but they’re both in great health so I am hoping they’ll make it to two years old and maybe even through the end of the year. Vendrick, Gwyndolyn, and Butter are all under a year and in great health. Hopefully they will stay that way, but who knows what’s going on in their genetics. Goose is about a year now but still in good health and soft furs can live 3-4 so I’m not worried about him. When my lady colony decreases in size I may swap them into a 100qt bin and put the soft fur quartet into their 200qt bin if I don’t get them their own 200qt bin.

Florian is shockingly still alive and doing fairly well. He gets pain meds and antibiotics and essentially is in hospice. He’s two years old now. He gets around okay, but his bad eye is very swollen. Pain meds are helping. If they stop helping, it’ll be time for euthanasia. For now, though... I’m hoping he’ll pass quietly on his own.

Dog is also not doing too well and I suspect on his way out. We’re not sure exactly what’s going on but no one else is affected so likely something isolated or opportunistic. We’re trying some meds, if they don’t work we’ll try something else. He’s over a year and a half and came from really truly filthy conditions so I suspect this may just be his time. Mouse lifespans are shit.

Katie Hamster is about a year old now and still acting the same as the day I got her, full of life and happy to burrow all day and all night.

Rat & Yoshi the foster hamsters are both doing great. Rat is so sweet and friendly, I can’t believe she hasn’t had an application yet! Yoshi I am planning to look into an elimination diet for to see if his allergies are dietary rather than environmental. And I’m hoping I can hand tame him so he will be more adoptable.

Also, Cecil & Holly my cats are both doing fantastic :-)

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songbirdsbees · 1 month

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Rewatching Sam and Colby’s haunted videos part 2!!! Part 1 is here

(Secrets of griffith park video) It’s really funny how they think that doing another haunted hike will go well

Corey: guys you’re making a scene Jake: Colby’s not scene he’s emo

Colby might as well just crawl on the ground for how he keeps purposely ending up on the ground

[Jake and Corey get a phone call at the same time] the guys: omg how is that even possible 😧 and it turns out it’s just a call from their internet provider 😭

“Why is everyone who is doing this hike rn like 60 years old” is hilarious considering they’re all so out of breath and tired 😭

Corey: we should reenact it [the way the couple died] Colby: umm isn’t that very disrespectful? Colby unfortunately you will reenact at least one murder at some point in your career :/

The park ranger(s) just showing them pictures of dead bodies just because they were hanging around this bench at night is a little concerning ngl

(Reacting to Biltmore video) Sam: I think he (Jake) was the center of everything haunted that was happening in that video. <- that Sam quote in combination with the fact that when Jake, Tara, and Jonnie visited the Queen Mary recently stuff was happening a lot in relation to Jake is so interesting. Like I know Jake doesn’t believe but I wouldn’t be surprised if he has some sort of connection to the spirits in some way.

(Lost in ritual tunnel at enchanted forest) Sam and Colby (and poor Matt and Elton lol) are so brave for coming back to this place so much so because the way that other people act there would make me want to never go there again

I can’t believe Matt brought an axe with him 😭😭😭 and Elton has a ton of furs on again

Sam: if this gets 100,000 likes we’ll sacrifice Elton 😌 the way that a lot of fans now would actually love if that happened 💀

They really should not have decided to go to this cave after a week of rain. They are absolutely soaked.

I’m so glad they don’t do videos in random public caves anymore they’re so stressful even though I know they’ll end up okay

(Haunted mission inn hotel) I’m going to be honest I don’t remember this video at all I think I’ve only seen it once 🤷‍♀️

I always think it’s funny how the boys think it would be better for hotels to hide how haunted they are as if the haunted element doesn’t actively help them get more business lmao

“That guy is in his tuxedo and underwear”

I’m definitely not assuming that the closet light being on with a robe and a pillow on the floor means a ghost did it but it’s insane that they rented out the presidential suite which is probably the most expensive room and the staff didn’t even double check to make sure that everything was up to normal hotel room standards first??? These fancy suites are such a scam

Colby jumping off the balcony and onto the bed and then Jake tossing down the camera 😐

Not them getting a mysterious phone call in the hotel room again

They really don’t know flowers and their meanings at all they are grasping at straws to find out why that lamp flickered

It’s so funny that Colby just so happened to press his ear against the door and you could hear the fresh prince of bel-air theme song 😂

DUDE WHY IS THERE JUST A RANDOM ROOM WITH A CAGE AND FOOD BOWLS IN IT. That’s so concerning even if it is just a dog or something

Them leaving because their heavy bag fell off a slippery bench… no wonder I don’t remember this video lol

Those guys whistling as they got closer to them was so creepy… I can’t believe they just ended the video after they interacted with them with no context. I get it was for their own safety but still 😭

#and that’s all!!! thanks for reading <3 #audie says stuff #sam and colby

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fallout-drabbles-n-stuff · 3 years

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abshwvshsh imagine Paladin Danse with Baby Fever.

Got alittle drabble?

*I got like an idea where Paladin Danse and Alex(fallout oc) go on a mission and end up finding an orphan baby and as Alex is taking care of it, Paladin Danse is like 😍😍🤩🤩. So yea lol.*

(I totally deviated from the prompt but I was hoping this would be satisfactory as well? 😅 if not, I'm more than happy to write for the original prompt, just send me another ask)

Perhaps this feeling was simply a product of the desertion he felt after exile.

You were so very kind to him. You were there for him when he had hit the lowest point fathomable, when his life as he knew it was ripped away from him and left him with this deep melancholic emptiness. It took time, of course, but like always- you were patient with him, truly there for him.

If asked, Danse wouldn't know exactly how you did it, but piece after piece you managed to put back together what he once felt was broken beyond repair. Maybe it was the way you valiantly fought to reassure his life's value, maybe it was the long days you spent at his side so he may not feel lonesome, but most likely it was the love you professed that let him know that if someone as wonderful as you could have such profound feelings for something like him...then yes, maybe he was truly worth more than he believed.

Nonetheless, there were still some times that Danse would sit in your cozy little home, a far off look in his eyes as he thought deeply about something you just couldn't quite put your finger on. Once, you would've been able to just look at him and know what troubled him- a trait he didn't care for in the slightest- but lately...he wasn't quite as easy to read.

His identity would forever be something he struggled with no matter how much progress the two of you made, this you knew and understood, but whatever was on his mind as of recent didn't seem to have the same effect. For instance, these moments you'd catch him in..he wouldn't look nearly as tense, which may be a fruitless observation to note- but hey, every little detail meant something with Danse. In addition to this, the proud ex-paladin would usually seek your comfort if his mind raced to such dark places and now he would only sit in silence.

Instead you were left puzzled, watching the man you love sit and continue on with his mental strife- only moving every so often to fidget with the glistening metallic band on his left ring finger.

You never would've guessed that the reason he was so deep in though stemmed from the child sitting on your kitchen counter, eating one of Danse's prized snack cakes with Shaun. The child happened to be one of the settler's kids, a little girl around six years of age- so far too young to help out in the farm, and too young to leave unattended..so naturally, with you being the bleeding heart you are, you agreed to help out the girl's parents and watch her every so often while they worked. Besides, after your marriage to Danse..and Shaun coming home, there wasn't very much adventuring going on anymore. It wasn't a big deal though, Shaun rather liked having company (even if he preferred hanging out with Duncan more) and having a younger child around didn't bother you in the slightest.

Unbeknownst to you, watching the way you cared for the two children really struck a nerve within Danse. It was almost enchanting to watch you fuss after them, leading his mind to wander off to the most fantastical places.

"Okay, Shaun, do you think you can handle taking her back home? Her ma and pa should be finished working out in the field by now. I'll send Dogmeat with you." You spoke, receiving a rather exasperated expression from your little boy as he gracelessly slid off the counter, feet landing with a soft *thud*.

He proceeded to hold a hand out to his much shorter, younger friend to help her down. "No problem mom..." He all but grumbled as he began to lead her out the side door. A blur of brown and black fur at your feet let you know your faithful companion was at attention and ready to escort the two children- a happy bark followed by the closing of the door eased your mind shortly thereafter.

Had it been anywhere else, you probably wouldn't have let Shaun leave without you or Danse..but given that the girl's parents lived two doors down- you didn't really worry. However, you DID worry about the ex-paladin.

With a casual sigh, you sauntered your way into the living room- only a little surprised when you realized your entrance hadn't done much to catch his attention. Regardless, you pushed on and decided to sit right beside him- smiling just the slightest bit whenever his gaze finally shifted away from his wedding band and to you instead.

"Alright." You began, making no qualms about scotching closer over to him until he instinctively wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "What's eating at you?" You simply prodded, head resting on his chest.

Danse visibly stiffened, as though under the impression that his silence went unnoticed. He couldn't have been more wrong- he knew better than to think anything would get passed you. Even if it had, the thrumming of his synthetic heart against your ear surely gave him away.

Before he dignified your question with a response, he shifted around so that he could properly face you- still holding you yet able to move his head in such a way that he might be able to see the way you'd react completely to what his next words were going to be. And…maybe to get your attention away from the heavy beating in his chest.

That's really when you noticed it. The fleeting look in his eyes, the unsteadiness of his breath, the slight pink shade decorating his nose and cheeks..Danse was nervous.

"This..I apologize but this going to seem completely out of the blue.." He finally spoke, sighing as he closed his eyes just for a brief moment- trying to collect himself so that his nerves might not get the best of him. This is a matter that he had been wrestling with for some time now, the last thing he wanted was to get so anxious that he couldn't speak.

Alas, calming down seemed to only get harder for him. True, it had only been a few seconds since he spoke but the way you looked at him, so concerned and so..sweet, made time slow down and his damned heart incomprehensibly race.

"Whatever it is Danse, I've got you.." Great- now that concern he picked up on was lacing your voice as well.

Was it truly necessary for him to complicate things to such extremes? It's not like the topic was completely alien to either one of you..and damnit, you're the one person he felt he could speak his mind freely to..so why wasn't this any easier?

Then came the words you never, ever, ever, would've expected to hear from his mouth.

With his eyes soft, and his voice even more so, Danse spoke. "I know we have Shaun, and don't get me wrong- I truly do love the boy as a son, my son...but have you ever considered what having a child of our own would be like?" It was in that instant that Danse realized how abrupt his words may have came out, that tender gaze of his slowly retreating to look anywhere but you. "Forgive me, it's um..it's selfish of me to anticipate you being ready for such a thing, especially considering what we have both went through this past year.."

Unable to focus on much else but the drumming noise inside your head from the profound beat of your heart, your trembling hands grabbed at his and squeezed.

"You know..you have a bad habit of cutting me off before I can tell you what I think, sir." You laughed, trying to distract from the tears threatening to well up. Sure, it may have been a slight over reaction but..with Danse wanting a family..it was one hell of a step in a good direction. "What happened in the past..well, it should stay there. The two of us have something most people never get, we have the ability to start anew and leave our troubles behind us, Danse. So...god, I don't think much else would make me happier than having a baby with you.."

Once the ex-Paladin got over the initial shock of your words, he all but mauled you in a breath-stealing kiss- his arms wrapping tightly around you to the point of making the promise of breath a distant memory. Nonetheless, you couldn't help but enthusiastically kiss the man back...at least until-

"MOM! Gross!!" Shaun shrieked, having opened the door at quite possibly the least opportune time. Great.

Danse pulled back with a shameful blush on his face, averting his eyes from the young boy who was now fake gagging as he walked off to his room.

“Guess we oughta see if Mac is up for letting Shaun stay over with Duncan..hm? You know, just to get a head start..” to this, the ex-paladin’s adorable blush deepened tenfold.

Fantastic....or rather...outstanding.

#so this was no small drabble #ayyyyy #I love him so much #fallout 4 #fallout #paladin danse #paladin danse x sosu #paladin danse x reader #Danse

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troquantary · 3 years

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Cutting Hair as Punishment in the Twilight Saga

Okay, I’ve been trying to organize my thoughts around this into a sort-of-essay format for a while, because I find it disturbingly mean-spirited: Meyer has a pattern of using hair-cutting as a form of punishment for characters, especially female characters, who fail to embrace Bella and the Cullens with open arms. I’m talking particularly about Leah and Lauren, both of whom, while not outright antagonists like Victoria or James, are situated along with Rosalie as “against” Bella throughout the series. The Quileute pack, meanwhile, is situated largely “against” the Cullens, meaning Jacob and the rest of the pack get the Haircut of Shame, too.

(Also, I’ve been creeping through @panlight ‘s blog because I thought she had a recent post relating to this -- I was probably thinking of this submission and her addendum, which does discuss Meyer’s “punishment” of certain characters, but that post was about characters suffering for not waiting for True Love, or daring to do the Devil’s Tango before marriage. Still, it’s on-theme and very much worth reading, like all her stuff!)

So here’s the general outline: first I’m gonna talk about the shapeshifters and how their overall lack of choice frames cutting their hair as something forced on them and therefore punitive. Then I’m going to discuss Meyer’s FAQ response where she reveals that Lauren was tricked into cutting off most of her hair over the summer before New Moon, and how this adds an extra fun misogynistic element to the hair-cutting theme with respect to Lauren and Leah. I also use way too many words to do it, sorry.

Punishment | The Shapeshifters Are Given No Other Option

I don’t have the background or knowledge to discuss the significance of long hair to indigenous culture and identity in detail, and my understanding is that different tribes ascribe different meanings to it. What I’ve read it about it suggests that, generally, long hair represents strength of one’s individual spirit and of the community. It’s a source of pride, and is only cut off voluntarily in extraordinary circumstances, often as an expression of grief, or to mark a significant life change.

This sort of works in the context of the shapeshifters all cutting their hair -- phasing into a giant wolf, discovering the existence of the supernatural, and assuming the role of protectors is a major life event for these characters. But the negative associations make it a troubling choice on Meyer’s part, and that’s without even getting into the problem of her imposing her own worldbuilding onto the legends and culture of a real tribe. Because of the lack of choice involved in becoming a shapeshifter, the whole situation feels like a scenario in which the Quileute characters have their hair forcibly cut -- a degrading and traumatic act that (depending on their particular tribal belief) might symbolically sever them from their sense of cultural identity and connection with the rest of their tribe.

It all kind of begs the question: why does Meyer even have shapeshifting work this way? What narrative utility is there in having the length of their hair in human form determine the length of their fur as wolves, thereby compelling the shapeshifters to cut it so it isn’t a physical impediment? It’s another sign of the changes in Jacob, sure, but he’s already being uncharacteristically cold and distant, plus suddenly has the physique of a fit twenty-five-year-old; Bella already knows something’s very wrong. His short hair is just another jarring thing for Bella to notice and mourn, like the loss of Jacob’s “baby face” and general sunniness.

It does work as a symbolic thing, representing another sacrifice Jacob has to make and the change in how he now has to perceive himself -- but he’s already got a literal giant wolf form to represent that change in identity/self-perception. Forcing him to cut his hair too just feels like piling on. My argument here, which I hope will be supported when I discuss Lauren and Leah further in, is that it’s not just piling on, but actively punitive -- because much like Leah and Lauren are “against” Bella, the pack at large is “against” the Cullens pretty much through the end of the series.

The Quileute pack is definitely not a Cullen fanclub. The entire purpose of their existence is to destroy vampires, and the truce they have with the Cullens isn’t friendly. They still don’t particularly like or trust the Cullens even after allying with them in Eclipse, and in Breaking Dawn Sam is fully prepared to go to war against them to enforce the treaty. Bella expresses frustration with Jacob and the pack for not appreciating the Cullens more, yet is curiously less willing to scold Alice, Edward, or Rosalie when they call the Quileutes dogs and complain about their smell. (I think she might reprimand Edward for it at some point, but I don’t remember the exact passage.) Bella even starts throwing around “dog” and “mutt” as an insult herself -- I think we know whose side ol’ “Switzerland” is on, here, and whose side Meyer is on as well. The Quileutes aren’t exactly enemies, and in fact are crucial to the Cullens’ survival in both the newborn and Volutri conflicts, but they’re punished nonetheless because they aren’t wholeheartedly Team Cullen from the get-go.

So to explain why I’m so convinced that there’s a link between hair-cutting and punishment in particular, let’s talk about Lauren. There’s a definite gendered element to it this time, too -- by being tricked into cutting her hair, Lauren isn’t just diminished/shamed, but rendered (*thunderclap*) unfeminine.

Lauren Was Rude To Bella Like Twice, Let’s Humiliate Her

I think Meyer’s answer to the question “What happened to Lauren’s hair?” on her FAQ page speaks for itself:

Ha ha. I had fun imagining this one—I only wished that it had fit into the book somewhere. Lauren fell victim to the “model discovered in the mall” scam. An alleged modeling agent approached Lauren in a mall in Victoria, B.C., and told her she was a natural model. Lauren ate it up. The agent told her that if she did something edgy with her hair, and took some high quality head shots, her future was assured. Lauren followed the instructions—dropping fifteen grand on the pictures taken by the agent’s partner—and waited for her career to begin. She’s still waiting. Snort.

It’s pretty obvious that this was done spitefully. Here’s the list of Lauren’s crimes against humanity Bella at this point in the series: 1) she was jealous of the attention Bella was getting as the new girl; 2) she talked behind Bella’s back once, saying Bella might as well just sit with the Cullens now (and she isn’t wrong); 3) she eyed Bella “scornfully” the day of the La Push beach trip; and perhaps most damningly, 4) she’s blonde.

Post-haircut, she has the gall not to be thrilled that Bella’s deigning to speak to the lowly non-Cullens again, then sides with Jessica after Bella uses Jessica to make a point to her dad, is shitty company, and then risks getting them both raped and murdered in Port Angeles so she could get off on her hallucination of Edward’s voice.

I think it’s pretty common knowledge that long hair is tied to patriarchal notions of femininity and attractiveness. Women with short hair are still derided for being ugly, or assumed to be lesbians in a derogatory sense, or simply considered less feminine and therefore less desirable/worthy (because a woman’s worth depends on her desirability, after all). For many women and girls, losing their long hair -- whether because of illness, or gum getting stuck in it, or whatever -- is very upsetting and a hard blow to their self-esteem. Just look at Alice as an example of Traumatic Short Hair; her hair was shorn like that because she received electroshock “treatments” in an asylum. (Although in Alice’s case, I don’t think her having short hair is punishment, but a facet of the traumatic backstory all female characters in Twilight have to have for some reason. Plus, she started the series with short hair, which distinguishes her from the pack and Lauren, who were tricked or compelled into cutting their long hair during the series.)

But Lauren’s so bitchy, so she deserves it, right? Ha ha, she was mean to Bella and cared about her appearance too much, so now she’s ~ugly!

Leah Has It the Worst and It Makes Me Want To Burn Everything

The misogynistic aspect of hair-cutting as punishment is taken up to like, twelve with Leah. Not only does she suffer for being “against” the Cullens along with the rest of the pack (and Bella, too, so extra sinning), but she suffers uniquely for being the only female shapeshifter. A bunch of teenage boys regularly see her naked body against her will. Her previously devoted boyfriend imprints on her cousin/best friend, Sam dumps her and can’t even explain why, and the whole pack -- including her own brother -- resents her for being upset about it, even though she can’t help the lack of mental privacy. Because of that same lack of mental privacy, she has to hear every gripe the boys have about her, plus every enthralled thought Sam has about Emily while she’s still deeply wounded by their breakup.

She blames herself for her dad’s death, because she phased at the wrong time. We don’t get any indication that her fellow shapeshifters or the elders are trying to reassure her otherwise.

And of course, because she’s a shapeshifter, she has to cut her hair. In addition, because Leah’s a woman, this has the same misogynistic connotations as it did with Lauren. In Leah’s case, though, the de-feminization is compounded by her sudden infertility. It’s clear that Leah attaches her sense of womanhood to her fertility, rightly or wrongly -- she bitterly calls herself a “genetic dead end” in Breaking Dawn and thinks of herself as a freak. She feels like there must be something wrong with her, some un-womanly flaw, that made her one of the shapeshifters at all.

Then, just when Jacob starts to see her as a human being worthy of compassion, he imprints on Renesmee and doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything else anymore. No more bonding with Leah, no blooming friendship to help her heal and come to terms with the new realities of her life. (This is one of those dropped threads that aggravate me to no end -- what was the point of having Leah opening up to Jacob, or starting Jacob on the path of realizing he was being a dick to her this whole time and that she’s a person with value, if he was just going to spend the rest of the book as Renesmee’s love-zombie and never think about it again? Disgusting.)

Leah was a lot more forgiving of Jacob than he deserved at that point in the story, for all the good it did her -- I think she’s mentioned maybe once in Book 3 of Breaking Dawn. At least she got her god-tier moment of yelling at a deranged, pregnant Bella Swan.

Speaking of Bella...

I’m just going to note, for no particular reason, that in Breaking Dawn we get to hear explicitly that Bella’s got hair that falls “almost to her waist” and that she looks like “a freaking supermodel” because she’s so “beautiful and pale.” It just strikes me as a telling contrast at this point.

#twilight renaissance #i stared too long and the twilight abyss gazed back #leah clearwater #lauren mallory #jacob black #the wolf pack #long post #i felt myself getting petty about bella okay -- i'm aware it's happening but i have no self control #i also know i sidestepped the racial element to this and it's because i don't feel qualified to speak on it #so any additions from more knowledgeable people on that score are much appreciated

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Dazed & Dreaming {Ch. 4}

summary: Y/N's life was always quite normal, some may even consider it boring. However, Y/N enjoyed her simple life and the little pleasures it brought. Unfortunately, that all changed the day she found out her best friend's biggest secret. Her discovery leads her down a rabbit hole of a new and confusing world she never knew existed. She must now navigate this new life filled with love, fear, and the supernatural. What awaits her down this path?

pairing: enhypen x reader (vampire au)

warnings: light swearing

words: 1,409

chapters: [Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3]

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You stood at your locker while stuffing all of the books needed for this weekend's homework into your backpack. You tapped your chin while scanning your locker. Hmm I think that's everything I'll need. You looked down at your phone to check the time. However, the date caught your eye instead as the realization hit you. Oh my god. Jake's birthday is tomorrow. You had completely forgotten. Jeez I'm a terrible friend, you sighed. There had just been so much going on recently, it had completely slipped your mind. You hadn't even gotten him a present yet. You stood there contemplating what to get him when suddenly, almost as if on cue, Sunoo appeared.

"Hey, Y/N!" He said with a cheerful smile.

"Oh, hi Sunoo!" You smiled back, although you were a bit confused. You and Sunoo had never really talked much before. You just met him for the first time last week, what business could he have with you?

"Sorry to bother you Y/N, but I just had a quick question for you," he began.

"Oh sure, what is it?" You ask. His eyes lit up as he continued.

"Sooo, it's Jake's birthday tomorrow and we were thinking of throwing him a surprise party! And since you're one of his closest friends, I was wondering if you'd like to help plan it with me and the rest of the boys." You were caught off guard by his request, it was almost like he knew that you were just thinking about Jake's birthday. What a funny coincidence. Regardless, you were excited to help out.

"Oh, that's a great idea, I'd love to help!" You replied.

"Yay! This is gonna be so fun, I can't wait!" He was full of excitement as he spoke. You chuckled. Cute. You and Sunoo continued discussing the party for a few minutes and it was decided that you were going bring the cake. You loved to bake so you were more than happy to do so. Shortly after Sunoo went off on his way, Heeseung approached you.

"Hey, Y/N," he said warmly. "Sunoo told me that you're in on the surprise party now, and I was actually going to grab some supplies after school so I was wondering if you'd like to come with me,"

"I'd love to," you said, smiling at him.

"Great," he replied, seeming quite happy that you accepted his offer. He didn't know what it was about you but as soon as you became friends, he wanted to be around you all the time. Something about you was just so addicting to him.

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You and Heeseung stood in the party aisle staring at the huge array of party supplies and decorations.

"Wow, there's quite a lot to pick from," you said. Heeseung nodded in agreement. Eventually, you both decided on some simple streamers and balloons as well as some birthday themed plates and napkins. Everything was black and ivory colored since those were Jake's favorite colors.

"This'll do," Heeseung said, satisfied.

"Yeah, let's go pay," you said while interlocking your arm with his. He had a difficult time keeping a smile from creeping onto his face as you did so.

You decided to go to the self-checkout since you were only buying a few things. You scanned all the items before putting them into a paper bag. The total appeared on the screen as you reached for your wallet.

"Oh don't worry about it, I got it," Heeseung said while pulling out his card.

"Don't be silly, I owe you for driving me around all the time. Let me pay, please?" You asked, although it was more of a command.

"Nope, I'm not letting you." He said with a teasing grin.

"Well, you're too late." You said as you beat him to the card slot. You faced him and stuck out your tongue. He rolled his eyes as you both laughed.

"I'll pay you back later." Heeseung said, not wanting to give up.

"Whatever you say," you retorted.

After you left the store, you headed back to the parking lot. Heeseung unlocked the car and put the bag in the backseat (he insisted on carrying it). He then shut the door before turning to you.

"Have you gotten a gift for Jake yet?" He asked.

"Uh, no not yet..." you answered. You were a bit embarrassed to admit that you still didn't have a present for him when his birthday was tomorrow.

"Perfect, I haven't either actually. Do you wanna go look around some shops and see what we can find?" He suggested.

"Oh, yeah. That sounds good," you said, relieved that you were both in the same boat.

You decided to check out the nearest clothing shop. After entering the store, you began looking around for something that Jake might like. Heeseung began his own search as well. You were looking through a rack of coats when you saw a huge faux fur coat. You giggled at the thought of Jake wearing it. You slipped it on and called out to Heeseung.

"Oh this is totally up Jake's alley, dontcha think?" You asked while striking a pose in the ridiculous coat. Heeseung snorted at you and nodded.

"Totally." He agreed sarcastically.

You continued to look through the rack a bit more before you found another hideous jacket. This one was neon green and covered in random zippers and buckles. It was incredibly tacky. So of course, you put it on.

"Gosh I look terrible in this. Then again, I don't think anyone would actually look good in it." You chuckled. Heeseung laughed along and shook his head.

"I think you'd look nice in anything," he uttered under his breath. Thankfully, you didn't hear him because if you did, your heart probably would of burst.

After looking around a bit longer, you eventually settled on a brown corduroy jacket and a bottle of cologne that you thought fit Jake's taste. Heeseung had picked out a nice pair of sneakers and a small ring. You both checked out before making your way back to the car. It had gotten rather chilly outside as you shivered and rubbed your hands together in attempt to keep them warm. Heeseung noticed you shivering and set both of the shopping bags down (he insisted on carrying them again) before turning to you and wrapping his hands around yours. You were caught off guard by his gesture. Your heartbeat picked up rapidly. He kept his hands around yours for a moment before looking back up at you.

"Better?" he asked with a kind smile.

"Y-yeah, thanks," you were definitely much warmer now, considering how hot in the face you had become. Luckily, it just seemed like your face was flushed from the cold. At least that's what you hoped Heeseung assumed. You made it back to the car and quickly climbed into the passenger seat as Heeseung put the rest of the bags in the back. He then returned to the driver's seat and immediately turned on the heat.

The ride home was pleasent as you both chatted and sang along to the radio. You were surprised to find out that Heeseung has a lovely singing voice. Could he get any more perfect?? You were a little bit sad when you arrived at your house, not wanting your time with him to end. You thanked him for taking you shopping as you climbed out of the car.

"No problem, thanks for coming with me. I had fun." He said happily.

"I had fun too," you said. You smiled and waved goodbye as he drove away. After heading inside, you went to grab your phone out of your jacket. As you stuck your hand in your pocket, you felt something else in there along with your phone. It felt like paper of some kind. You pulled it out to see what it was. It was a $20 bill. You stared at it in confusion before you realized where it came from. Oh my god, how and when did he even put this here?? You rolled your eyes and giggled. Heeseung did promise to pay you back after all.

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Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I didn't intend for the shopping trip to take up the entirety of it, but here we are hahaha. Regardless, thank you for reading and supporting the series, it really helps me stay motivated! :)

~Elle <3

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monsterywriting · 3 years

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Thenerius pt 5

part 1

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word count: 5.5k

Kissing Thenerius was by and large exactly as you imagined - every sensation you envisioned brought to life and expanded upon in reality. The tips of your fingers felt every dip and indentation of his features, the faintest hint of the growing bristles of a beard, pausing at the apex of Thenerius’ cheek, the raised skin of an old knick tangible. The scent of the oil still clung to his skin, softening his skin enough that his lips weren’t so rough against your own, normally chapped between the sea air and his more recent work in the cold.

To your surprise, however, Thenerius stiffened at first contact, almost flinching away at your already light touch in what you could only assume was surprise at your sudden forwardness. But, the tiefling was quick on the uptake, just as soon reciprocating and pushing up against you with enthusiasm.

Thenerius was much gentler than you imagined, not making any further move than what you initiated. To a point you appreciated his consideration, but you soon grew frustrated at the apparent wall you were up against. You hadn’t been looking for a battle, but you had been prepared for your competing wills to spur things forward - for Thenerius’ overwhelming hunger to threaten to engulf you, for your own discovered appetite to not allow yourself to be consumed.

You had seen the interaction as throwing away the voice of reason in your mind, any and all inhibitions gone, but it seemed that Thenerius was more mature than you had originally believed.

You were only vaguely aware of the mug slipping from your hand, already nearly crawling on top of Thenerius when it slid off the cot entirely and thudded loudly on the floor. Thenerius froze, pulling away slightly, leaving you to follow his line of sight over your shoulder and to the hallway.

“We shouldn’t,” he said in a hushed whisper, a desperate whine escaping you before you could stop yourself.

You craved more - momentarily considered suggesting you moved your tryst to the barn, or even the inn at this point, before realizing that was ridiculous. The thought was just juvenile enough to cut through your disappointment with a ray of amusement, you nervous demeanors more befitting a pair of teens bumbling through their first time rather than two experienced adults.

You leaned forward, panic flooding Thenerius’ eyes as he held up a palm to stop your approach even as his eyes flicked down to your lips in longing.

“Relax. I’m getting your cup,” you snorted, rolling the mug towards you and lifting it as proof before bending down to grab your own cup and rising to walk to the kitchen.

From the counter you could feel Thenerius’ gaze on your back even without turning, rinsing the cups in what little water was left in the large basin after the day. When you finally did chance a glance over your shoulder, the tiefling appeared deep in thoughts his gaze never wavering from you but not quite registering that you were watching him back.

Your lightheartedness, the tenderness of the moment shared slowly faded, replaced with uncertainty as you took in his unseeing expression. Uncertainty clouded your mind, unsure if it was the curvature of his mouth or the particular slope of his eyebrow that unsettled you, but you were still reminded of the fact that you were an outsider to his thoughts, privy only to whatever he decided to share with you.

You knew the reality of his profession, what he had to do, but you didn’t truly understand. You couldn’t imagine Thenerius as a ruthless pirate - what expression was on his face as stared down his enemies. You caught what was likely a fraction when

You also knew all the stories - the old burn on the bottom right corner of his mouth, the result of a pistol misfire during a duel, its companion a small circular scar on his left shoulder where the bullet went through. You didn’t know about the lashes on his back, your mind reminded you, and his answer as to their origin had been vague.

He presented himself as an open book, and he was good at it, too. He played the role of the earnest, lovestruck fool - an amiable, chatty, harmless man. You couldn’t reconcile the man that had been staying with you for the past week with the pirate captain who plunder or, Tova, kill.

But, tonight wasn’t for accusations, reality. You were content for now to let the moment be what it was, let everything else be set aside for the time being.

You pushed yourself off the counter, stopping in front of Thenerius, his full attention on you, some deeper emotion swimming underneath the softness with which he stared at you. Your hand found his, linking fingers and eyes sliding closed. You breathed in the scent of the oils once again, reveling in the moment for a few seconds longer…

When you reopened your eyes, Thenerius was fidgeting, his anticipation growing tenfold as you rose on your tiptoes, getting ever closer to his lips.

“I’m going to bed,” you whispered, pressing a chaste kiss against Thenerius’ lips and squeezing his hand one last time before brushing past him. Despite your conviction, a lingering doubt buzzed around your head like a pesky insect, always circling back after you’ve swatted it away.

Still, you bid Thenerius one last quiet good night, keeping your eyes strictly forward as you walked to the room, lest you never fall asleep.

You rose long before the sun, surprised when your eyes suddenly snapped open into the dark, not having expected to actually fall asleep with how abuzz with excitement your mind had been what felt like just moments before, the dreamless sleep doing little to abate the residual glee you felt.

After quietly changing into your day clothes, layered for the cold, you made for the door. Before you opened it, however, your hand brushed against the fur coat. You had forgotten to hide it away before your mother saw it, but if she had she made no comment about it, which surprised you.

Hesitating before grabbing it, you snaked your arms into the sleeves and went out into the main room.

The entire cottage was dead silent as you stepped out, still warm from the oven burning overnight - you realized Thenerius must have added more wood at some point during the night.

After closing the door as quietly as you could behind yourself, you began the long trek to the door, tiptoeing across the floorboards in the dark with the precision of someone who had spent years of practice figuring out which were the loud ones.

You moved slowly, not wanting to wake Thenerius, certain he wouldn’t be getting up at all today, feeling as though he’d been on the hood-end of a stampeding herd once he rose on the second straight day of being sore.

Still, as you approached the approximate location of the cot, you were tempted to peek over, curious as to what the pirate’s expression was like in the peaceful, suspended state of sleep.

You resisted, steeping forward in the dark and almost immediately colliding with the cot, unable to catch yourself before you fell forward.

After a moment of utter mortification at your clumsiness before your hands made contact with the cot and you realized it was empty, your hands only touching the fabric underneath, still warm. Squinting, you could make out the folded blanket at the foot of it.

Only now did you realize the silence you had been operating under should have been sign enough that Thenerius wasn’t even inside the cottage, your turtle’s pace all for nothing.

You rose back to your fee, striding to the door in record time. Thenerius rising must have been what woke you.

The moment you cracked the door open, the wind cut straight through you, a cold snap dropping the temperature several degrees and dissipating any heat that accumulated from the sun’s rays the day before in the pale light of the moon.

Gritting your teeth, you made a mad dash for the barn, grateful for the protection the coat provided, no matter how minor. You hated the cold, reminded every winter and it was infinitely worse in Alfore than the capital, where at least it never got cold enough to snow.

As soon as you made it, you flung the door open and closed behind you. The barn wasn’t significantly warmer than outside, but it was a marked improvement as its four walls at least provided some protection from the wind.

As you ventured further inside, the warm glow of an already-lit lamp confirmed your suspicions, finding Thenerius standing in Horse’s stall. The animal was surprisingly docile, allowing Thenerius to throw a blanket over his back without so much as a nip - jealousy flared within you for a moment before you realized his mouth was working on some treat. Of course he wouldn’t behave so early without some sort of bribe, usually annoyed if you roused him too earl.

Not wanting to interrupt, you stayed back, watching as Thenerius walked into the next stall brush in hand, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he set to work brushing down his own horse.

“You should rest today,” you said, leaning on the opposite wall. It felt strange, to be speaking so casually after… what happened. Just the memory of the night before had your face heating up.

“There’s a lot to get done today,” Thenerius replied, the declaration undercut by the visible wince he made when stooping down to reach his horse’s leg.

It was entirely possible the awkwardness you felt was just you, your own self-consciousness making every interaction out to be more than it was, but surely it wasn’t normal to say nothing after such a large development in your relationship. Something must have shifted, changed as a result of what happened to mark the before and after.

“And it will all still be here tomorrow,” you pointed out, looking away only to notice the stall with the goats was empty to your left.

“It’s what we agreed to,” Thenerius retorted, “I work and get to stay.”

“And pay,” you correct absentmindedly, pushing off the wall to walk across the walkway to peer inside the pen, “Did you let all the goats out?”

“And pay,” Thenerius added dutifully, stopping to watch you walk away, “Yes, why?”

You let out a sigh, your annoyance not directed towards Thenerius, as he didn’t know any better, but resignation that what you were about to do was not going to be fun.

“The kids we castrated and their mothers needed to stay indoors until they’re healed,” you informed him, allowing a minute to let the mistake sink in as Thenerius stared wide-eyed at you, “We’ll have to go out there and bring them back inside.”

“I’ll go get them,” he said immediately, setting down the brush on the shelf in between the stalls and heading to the door.

“Trust me, it’s a two person job,” you said, scrambling to grab a hanging rope and catch up, “The kids should follow but the mothers will not want to go in now that they’re grazing.”

“What if we got them hay?” Thenerius asked.

“Then they’ll all be fighting for it,” you said grimly.

After an hour of fumbling around in the dark chasing goats that had the tactical and spatial advantage, you were close to giving up and going back into the warmth of the cottage. The only thing that drove you to make ‘one more try’ and then two and three was the cost of losing the two goats if they up and died on you - losing the money you already put in on them and what you would have made from selling them. They weren’t even big enough to make the processing worth the nearly nonexistent meat you’d get in return if they did.

You managed to grab one of the two fairly quickly, able to use the element of surprise to catch her unawares, looping the rope around her neck with a knot and pulling her back to the barn with her fighting you every step of the way. Her kid took a minute to realize she was not any of the goats surrounding him, bleating after you. When you returned outside from ushering the pair back into the stall, Thenerius was struggling to even get close to the herd, the rest figuring out they were being picked off and closing ranks from the danger you presented.

“Come on, she shouldn’t be able to get away from the middle,” you said, moving on side to steer the group backwards. Thenerius got on the other side, both of your arms outstretched to ensure no one tried to run in between the two of you.

With some luck and a lot of patience, you and Thenerius were able to finally back the herd against the fence and you were able to pounce, grabbing her horns before she could try to run with the rest, throwing the loop over her head.

The moment Thenerius ushered the last goat into the stall, you slammed the door shut behind it, the two of you collapsing against the wall, breathless and in desperate need of a break after the amount of running around you had to do so early in the morning.

Your fingers were still numb from the cold, slowly thawing as you breathed onto them and stuck them under the collar of your coat against your throat.

Noticing your shivering, Thenerius reached over, taking your hands in his and rubbing them for warmth.

“I apologize for causing more trouble,” Thenerius sighed, averting his eyes and appearing to be mentally berating himself.

You laughed, unable to help yourself despite Thenerius’ genuine shame over the situation. His hold on your hands loosened slightly, and you snaked one hand from his grasp to rest on his cheek, the other squeezing his fingers in reassurance until you could compose yourself enough to speak.

It took you a moment, but once you could, you immediately assured the tiefling, “I knew you weren’t an expert goat farmer when I asked for your help.”

You succeeded in getting a chuckle from Thenerius - even if it was more of a dry scoff than any humor from your jab, but you could see his shoulders relax. The corners of his lips curled upwards, and you wanted very badly to close the distance between Thenerius and you, the desire so strong and so sudden it hurt when you didn’t immediately move.

“Can I…” Thenerius trailed off, eyes boring into yours.

“At least get some rest until sunrise,” you said, bringing both hands to your sides to climb back to your feet, “I can do the morning chores for you.”

Perhaps you were right; things were definitely different from before, the tension nearly unbearable between you.

“I still have the rest of the list to get through,” Thenerius answered, clearing his throat as he also stood.

You frowned, but conceded, knowing you wouldn’t be able to convince the tiefling otherwise and didn’t trust yourself to not give in to baser desires. The day was for productivity, not distractions.

“I’ll put some coffee on,” you said, leaving before Thenerius could say anything to convince you to stay.

When you returned to the house, the inside was freezing. You raced to the kitchen, grabbing wood and throwing four into the stove before you realized the fire had gone out completely.

Once you relit the stove, you had no idea what to do with yourself. It was still too early to wake the chickens, and there was nothing for you to do in the barn. Still, as you looked around, you realized you could at least tidy up the house. It was long overdue, often the last thing you thought about after work and the animals. Even the barn was in better shape at this point.

It took you until mid-morning to finish - taking breaks in between to do the morning chores - but you finally dusted every exposed surface with a rag, organized the kitchen and swept the entire main room.

Your mother had risen at some point and was nearly finished breakfast, also making the coffee. You weren’t particularly hungry, deciding to go out and finish the rabbit fence instead. When you went out to call Thenerius, however, you found him doing the fence already, the posts already in place in the ground.

“Breakfast is ready,” you said, eying the sheets of chickenwire already propped up against the wall.

“I’m almost done here,” he said once he noticed you standing there in awe of how much was already done, having planned to take at least a couple days to get the project finished.

After Thenerius left to eat, you wandered around the barn looking for something - anything - to do. When you entered the barn, the stalls were already cleaned, rabbits and goats quietly eating hay, even the wood scraps and pasteurizer had been put away.

The rest of the morning passed much the same, punctuated with frustration every time you searched for something to do only to find Thenerius already on it, or doing something in your way.

Taking care of everything had always seemed an uphill battle for you, an impossible task to be placed on a single person’s shoulders… and here Thenerius was, annoyingly efficient at it where you could only get the bare minimum done after two years. His focus was solely on his work, only sparing you the occasional glance when he passed by while you felt you couldn’t keep your eyes off him, handsome to you even if he was bundled up underneath multiple layers, including his wolfskin.

Rather than enjoy the fact that the greatest source of your anxiety was being resolved after a few short days of dedication, you instead felt a bit lost having genuinely nothing to do.

Without anything to preoccupy your mind, you could only think about the night before - and why Thenerius had yet to bring it up. You had been planning out the morning conversation you thought to be inevitable all night, dreaded it, even. You had expected Thenerius to seek you out, make assumptions as to the nature of your relationship or at least demand an explanation. Yet Thenerius went along his way as though nothing had happened just a few hours prior. Worst of all, you could feel yourself going crazy at the memory, your emotions running rampant rather than going silently in the night as you believed they would, worsened by the fact that Thenerius was by all accounts unfazed.

“I’m going to the inn in the afternoon,” you found yourself telling Thenerius, his smile falling as you spoke but he didn’t argue.

You hadn’t exactly thought the idea through; if you had, you would have reconsidered doing nothing, or going hunting - even if there was nothing to catch - or literally anything else besides try and convince Thistle to let you back early. Still, now that you had opened your mouth you were too embarrassed to back out and could only hope you would succeed in convincing Thistle to let you stay.

At noon, you took off the fur coat before going out to the pasture to get Horse and get him saddled up, raising your hand at Thenerius on the cottage roof as you rode past.

“No.”

You had yet to even finish stepping over the threshold of the tavern entrance when the familiar flat intonation of your boss’ annoyed voice rang out from the bar, the preemptive answer to a question not yet posed. He hadn’t even bothered looking up at you when he said it, a testament to how well he knew you - or perhaps the reason the tavern was currently empty.

After a brief pause at the blunt refusal, you recovered and continued the trek inside to meet your godfather.

“You don’t even know why I’m here,” you retorted as nonchalantly as you could manage, sliding into one of the stools at the bar across from your godfather, “I could just be here to visit.”

Mr. Thistle clicked his tongue, shooting you an unimpressed glare but did turn to look at you straight in the eye. It was a good sign, his final verdict undecided in your mind so long as he was willing to listen.

“I do know you still have five more days before you’re due to come back,” Thistle shot back, “and I’ve known you since you were in diapers, child. Now go back home.”

You let out a long breath from your nose, loud and annoyed but ultimately you pressed on with the flippant attitude, “Then you know I wouldn’t come to you if I wasn’t desperate. I’ll go crazy if I’m stuck on the farm another day. I’ll even do inn duty at this point.”

Thistle stared you down, but you knew there was no true venom in his harsh words or glare. Still, it was true that he knew you well; well enough to know when you had anything to hide - and you definitely had something significant to hide. Thistle could not under any circumstance find out about the pirate living in your home - and was currently alone with your sickly mother. Tova, there was no explanation in the world that could make the situation sound reasonable. You had to remain strong, an impenetrable fortress that couldn’t be read.

The longer the silence stretched, the more nervous you grew. When your godfather finally spoke, however, you were at a complete loss.

“How much money do you need now?” He asked, throwing down his rag and crossing his arms.

You blinked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion for a moment before realizing what conclusion Thistle came to. It took your mind a moment to catch up with his, and you realized the conclusion he had drawn was that your problems were purely financial. It was a reasonable conclusion to come to; you were in fact always short on money, and had been in dire straits just a few short days ago. It was infinitely more realistic than leaping to the conclusion that you had a pirate back home paying you twenty gold a month to work on your farm at least until the warmer months. You realized Thistle likely didn’t even know Thenerius had stayed behind, probably assuming he left with the rest of his crew.

When you remained silent, Thistle sighed, repeating his question and pointing his finger at you, “you inherited your stubbornness from your parents.”

“I’m not taking your money, old man,” you snapped immediately, already knowing where the conversation would inevitably go if you allowed it, “and I’m not taking the inn over for you so don’t even bring that up.”

“Then what does it matter if you take the money?” Thistle snapped.

“It’s your retirement money,” you shot back, “and don’t give away money you don’t have.”

The topic of money had come up when you first returned home to stay with your mother. Her treatment and the farm had burned through your paltry savings within a few months, to the point you debated returning to your old job and simply sending the money to Thistle. It was then he approached you with the offer of paying for everything. You had been certain at the time your circumstances were temporary, sure a cure would be found for your mother sooner rather than later and the loan - even if he tried to convince you there was no need to pay him back - would be unnecessary.

That was when Thistle first told you the history of The Deep. You parents had been the founders, Thistle working as a bartender at the time. After your father had gone he had taken over temporarily, but without her partner and having a child to raise, your mother’s leave became permanent. Since then, Thistle kept the business alive for you to eventually take over - having no desire to run an inn.

Eventually, your desperation grew and you made Thistle a counteroffer - working for him to earn money. You initially started as an accountant of sorts, organizing the records before eventually moving to customer service for the extra money.

“Fine,” Thistle finally conceded after giving up on the stare down, “but you’re on office duty.”

You withheld the grimace that threatened to reveal itself, half tempted to return home at just the thought of the amount of work office duty entailed. The dreaded task was monumental, the deadly combination of housework, paperwork and math.

The Deep’s records were a mess - less so than when you first arrived and put things in order, but it had gone now for several months. You thought back to the last time you saw Thistle’s office, shuddering.

“Deal,” you sighed, certain the assignment was punishment but still stopping before you trudged to the back office, “thank you.”

You sat in Thistle’s chair, cramped in the limited space behind the desk and feeling all the more claustrophobic with the walls of books on your every side. The ledgers were an idea you implemented, creating something of an archive in a small corner of the storage room for the paperwork you transcribed in the leather-bound books. The only clerical nightmare greater than this you could think of was Dr. Inderpahl’s entire clinic.

Still, as you started sorting through the paperwork to find where to start - assuming every looseleaf had yet to be added to the appropriate book - you felt a bit of nostalgia.

It reminded you of your work in the archives, though things tended to be busier back then. Even though no one was allowed to talk, there was plenty of background noise from the hundreds of people walking, writing and handling books. The great library had been more like a bustling mini metropolis in the lower levels.

Once you began filling out the new ledgers, you truly felt yourself fall back on the feeling of being a transcriber again. Getting up to set all the completed ledgers out of your workspace reminded you of re-shelving transcribed books, the sound of your pen scratching against the paper reminded you of the hundreds of others that once joined it in a symphony.

It was tedious work, ensuring every number and date you copied down matched the original record exactly, but you found it infinitely preferable to dealing with customers - especially as they were usually drunk. You found it easy to fall into the rhythm of the work, engrossed with what was on the paper and whichever ledger happened to be in front of you - payments, inventory, payroll.

You had no idea how much time passed within the windowless closet, but you were forced to finally take a break when the pain in your back from being hunched over without moving grew unbearable. You leaned back in your chair, back popping as you finally shifted from the same position you’d been in after what felt like hours, but your range of motion was severely limited by the wall your chair was pressed back against.

The office was too small for you to try and stretch your legs, but you also didn’t want to disrupt your workflow by going outside, so you opted to simply stand for a few minutes before getting back to work.

The moment your mind was idle, your thoughts wandered to Thenerius, and with it, your own self-consciousness reared its head with a vengeance. He had made no attempt to go any further with you last night. Perhaps the lengthy conversation of Paloma stirred up some latent emotion within him. Or his feelings for you had been resolved with the kiss, maybe it had been a disappointment for him.

It was a ridiculous train of thought. If anything, you should have been rejoicing over the fact that that Thenerius seemed disinterested now. Nothing about your respective circumstances had fundamentally changed; it was entirely possible that Thenerius had accepted that fact, and yet you were now struggling to do the same. You knew it was unfair of you to resent him for that. You turned him down, you chastised yourself, though the rational though only furthered your annoyance.

Unable to bear the suddenly shrinking closet any longer, you grabbed the stack of filled ledgers and attempted to maneuver yourself out from behind the desk. You were slowed down by your knee knocking into the desk top at full force, however, very nearly dropping everything.

You swung the office door open and emerged from the dark lair in a souring mood, your knee throbbing and a headache forming from the sudden difference in light.

Making your way to the storage room, you filed away the books. The shelves were exactly as you had left them, a layer of dust covering everything as though to drive home the point that Thistle had yet to actually file anything after you told him your system. Once you were done, rather than return to the office, however, you walked straight past the door and into the tavern area.

Lenora now stood behind the bar when you entered, saying nothing when you walked up to the bar, simply pushing her cup of ale to you over the counter.

As though the universe itself was working specifically against you, just as you were lifting the cup to your mouth the tavern entrance was opened, forcing you to lower it back onto the counter. The warmth built up by the fire was ushered out by the frigid air, the flames wavering under the strong gust of wind that accompanied the open door. You walked towards the door, ready to greet the new arrivals when you finally caught sight of them, your smile dying as soon as you saw the group of soldiers walking in.

It was a bad idea to make enemies with the army, but you could feel your annoyance shifting rapidly to anger at their intrusion, knowing they weren’t there to patronize the tavern at all.

“You two,” the officer in front approached the bar, clearly referring to you and Lenora, the only two people in the entire room, “Have there been any pirates through here?”

It was a brazen question, the kind made only by someone either too green to understand how money worked around here or who didn’t really care about the answer.

‘It’s winter,“ you deadpanned, an effective enough non-answer that the officer merely rolled his eyes rather than get offended before motioning for another soldier to hand you a stack of posters.

You took them, not needing to look down to know they were wanted signs, or that you would likely recognize more than a few faces on it.

“There’s been a recent sighting in Alfore of a particular individual. Hard to miss. A purple tiefling,” he continued, sounding bored as he tapped the top page, “Fugitive from the south. King handed down the sentence himself; highest reward’s for the captain.”

“Haven’t seen anyone,” you said, dropping the posters on the counter behind you after a cursory flip through before turning back to face the officer.

He turned around, taking in the empty tavern before turning back to look down his nose to the counter and finally back to you, “I can see that… you still have hang the posters up.”

You nodded, motioning for Lenora to add them to the wall with the other posters, some old enough to be so faded it was impossible to tell whose face was displayed nor how much their life was worth. The new posters were just a few of the many also required to be put up, hardly noticeable once Lenora moved on to hanging the next one; not that any of the usual customers paid attention to the wall by the door - other than admiring their own features.

“Anything else?” You asked.

The soldiers didn’t stick around long after that - their kind stuck to the cities and you had no doubt the Deep’s remote location left them desperate to return to civilization.

As soon as the thunder of hooves faded, you immediately made for the wall, scanning the faces until you found one with a familiar tiefling printed on it. Your eyes quickly scanned the page, finding the charges listed. Piracy, treason, murder - all stock accusations - but your stomach sank as you found a particular note at the bottom. Wanted for the sinking of the Dumirian royal vessel Calusia and the murders of her one hundred passengers and crew off the coast of Urait.

The date wasn’t recent, but… you quickly did the math, the time of the sinking approximately seven months before Thenerius arrived in Alfore, with at least six months for the voyage…

“It’s probably a coincidence,” Lenora said nervously from over your shoulder, apparently arriving at the same conclusion as you, “They’re always looking for pirates…”

You said nothing, stalking off to the other side of the bar counter before announcing, “I’m going back to work.”

#exophilia #reader insert #monster boyfriend #tiefling

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kiame-sama · 4 years

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What if Killua were to find out Illumi is out to get the big sister Reader either trying to be with her or kill her? Also how would Gon react as well? Side note imagine both Hisoka and Illumi going after big sister Reader and Gon and Killua shielding her away from them idk I just find that being adorable ^_^

This evolved far more than I had expected it to. I honestly was just trying to make a cute little scenario and it turned into this. Someone stop my sinful hands.

Warnings; Overprotective little bros, stalking, Hisoka's general behavior, Illumi never blinks, 12-13 year olds are not good at keeping secrets, surprise guest appearance!

"We should go."

"Hm? But we just got here."

You glanced down at Killua, seeing him gazing somewhere away from the three of you. Both you and Gon wore confused expressions, as Killua was the one who wanted to go the forest to train in the first place. Now he was saying he wanted to leave.

"We shouldn't stay. Let's go."

Killua gripped your hand and pulled you with him, quickly walking away from the area and refusing to look back. Gon followed and kept pace as the three of you moved to a more populated area in the city you had stopped in. Gon heard something about a powerful Nen user and wanting to see them.

Naturally, you and Killua were alright with going anywhere Gon chose, seeing as usually Gon took the initiative on most things. Training was just a typical thing for you three even though none of you honestly needed to train. You couldn't train your nen due to the fact your nen abilities were the kind that could only be cataclysmic or laughably weak with no inbetweens.

If anything, you just accompanied the boys to keep them from making their usual poor decisions. Seeing who can survive going down a massive waterfall is not typically a good idea, but one they've tried several times prior. You were basically an unpaid nanny and elder sibling to the boys.

Recently, they had been acting more suspicious than usual. They would randomly leave places while dragging you with them, checking over their shoulders, constantly trying to direct your attention, and all sorts of other things. It was like they were trying to keep a secret from you, but doing it poorly.

A good part of you wanted to go off on your own to see what on Earth had the two boys so stirred up, but they were insistent on keeping you with them. You wondered if they were just messing with you by playing some kind of game, or if there really was something they were trying to keep from you. At this point, you were tempted to just flat out ask what their deal was.

~~~~~~~~

"Wait, Illumi too!?"

"Shh! Keep it down! Someone's gonna hear you."

"But why is your brother after (y/n) too?"

"Probably wants to get to me or something by using her."

"Wait, does he want to hurt her or not?"

"Don't know. Don't want to find out. What about Hisoka? Figured out what his deal is?"

"Well, he likes fighting people who are strong, right?"

"But wasn't he talking like a pervert when he asked about her?"

"I guess... But I think that's just how he is all the time."

Killua frowned, looking over at the hotel bed (y/n) was sleeping in. Apparently the both of them have a common goal, keeping (y/n) safe. Killua hadn't known Hisoka was after her, but he knew Illumi was. He knew how Illumi usually approached his targets, but Illumi was acting more obvious than usual. Like he wanted to be noticed.

Gon knew Hisoka had been following them for a while, and that he had an interest in (y/n) after she used one of her nen attacks to create a distraction during a fight not too long ago. He was aware with how closely Hisoka was following them, and he was trying to keep (y/n) far away from the homicidal man. It seemed he and Killua were both doing their damndest to protect the woman they saw as a big sister.

"So we have to keep both of them away from her?"

"Might be a good idea."

"Should we tell her?"

"No."

"Why not?"

Killua just sighed, knowing no matter how he explained it, Gon would not take it as an answer and would just ask more questions. Even as he glanced out the hotel window, he kept lookout for any sign of either of the two men. He would not let Illumi or Hisoka hurt (y/n) no matter what.

~~~~~~~~

"Well, look who's here~♠"

"What do you want, Hisoka?"

"So cold! If you must know, I'm here for that lovely creature Killua and Gon travel with."

"... She's mine."

"Oh~? Finally have an interest in someone? Looks like I'll just have to steal her away then."

The black-haired assassin simply stared back at his red-haired associate, feeling a vague level of irritation bubble up inside of him. He had been following the makeshift family group for a good while now and had recently made his decision on what to do with the woman that traveled with his younger brother. He had been considering simply killing her just to get her out of the way while also weakening Killua, but his father had come up with a better solution to the problem.

From what he had been told, (Y/n) had interesting and impressive nen that his father and grandfather had been witness to when they had gone to retrieve Killua. Apparently she had an impressive level of control over natural disasters and could bring them about with her nen. Tornados, tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanos, even meteor showers should the timing be right.

That in and of itself was impressive, but standing up against his father and grandfather was simply amazing. It would be seen as foolish for anyone to face the two alone, but she had only been distracting them long enough to allow Killua time to flee before doing the same. Granted, the two had not been out to kill her specifically, but they weren't against it either.

There was also the fact that she shielded Killua from being injured and put her life on the line to keep him safe. All of these things made it rather clear she was a prime choice to be Illumi's wife.

"She has Killua's trust and can control him better than most. That paired with her nen abilities, she would make an ideal wife."

"Not if I steal her away first. Oh, I can just imagine how delicious the battle will be~ And the added bonus of fucking her once our battle is done~!"

"She doesn't even know who you are."

"... What?"

"She has never actually met you, right? You've only seen one example of her strength and she wasn't even focusing on you."

"Fine. Does she know you?"

"... She knows my family, which is more than you can say."

Hisoka couldn't stop the tisk of annoyance that came from him or the way his grin fell. Illumi was right on that, at least. His lovely (y/n) didn't know who he was or have any contact with those who knew him other than Gon. And if Gon's behavior was anything to go by, he would have a tough time getting close to the woman.

Hisoka turned to continue prodding at Illumi before a smooth and silky voice interrupted him, sounding out from the shadows.

"It seems I have you both beat."

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"What do you mean? We've not been acting weird!"

You couldn't help the way that your face reflected just how little you believed the boy standing in front of you. Killua could lie well enough, Gon couldn't tell a convincing lie to save his life, and you already knew both well enough to tell when they were lying. Being fed up with their behavior, you were ready to set in on a full scolding session if they didn't tell you what you wanted to know.

Both boys were doing their best to avoid your gaze and search for a way out of the situation they found themselves in. Killua refused to make eye-contact and a nervous little blush took over his fair cheeks. Gon had that awkward grin and laugh as he tried to weasel his way out of your questioning.

"Boys, for fuck's sake-"

"It's certainly been a while since we last had the chance to meet, (y/n)."

You quickly turned on your heel, guarding the two boys unconsciously from the newcomer. To your surprise, however, you had no reason to worry the moment you saw the mysterious man standing before you. You knew that fur-trimmed coat anywhere and you could already feel the smile pulling up the corner of your lips.

"Chrollo!"

The man smirked slightly at your happy tone as you greeted him, not noticing your additional two observers or the dumbfounded expressions on the faces of everyone other than yourself and Chrollo. Killua was the first to break the silence, clearly stirred up by the sudden turn of events that had taken place.

"Wait, you know him!?"

You chuckled softly, turning back to the white-haired boy with a relaxed smile on your face. The incredulous tone he had taken did not deter or bother you, having actually expected something similar to occur.

"Know him? I grew up with him! He's a childhood friend, of mine. My big brother is one of the original members of the troupe! Of course I know Chrollo."

"But, wait, they call him 'boss'! They never use his name!"

"Yeah, there's no way I'm calling him 'boss' or anything other than his name. Maybe 'friend' but that almost seems too generic."

You hummed in thought, turning away from the gobsmacked boys and back to those familiar eyes, which had yet to leave your figure.

"It seems we've both grown up quite a bit since we last spoke. Though it seemed impossible, you're somehow more beautiful than ever."

"Chrollo..."

A deep flustered blush make your cheeks burn under his relaxed gaze, feeling a kind of giddy excitement in response to his words. You had to admit, you may have been harboring a slight crush for Chrollo since your childhood days and his flattering words were just icing on the cake. A cake you desperately wanted to have a piece of.

"That's cheating!"

The sudden upset voice pulled your attention away from the handsome man to your previously ignored audience. A man with bloody red hair and clown-like face-paint seemed to be more than a little frustrated as he stared at Chrollo. Next to him stood a man with long black hair and emotionless eyes, like a doll's or a shark's, deep pits of nothingness.

Judging from the first man's response, something more seemed to be going on and you wanted answers.

"Okay, just what in the hell is happening?"

You huffed indignantly, hands on your hips as you scanned over the five males who stood around you. Surprisingly, the man with doll eyes was the first to break the silence.

"It would seem a competition to earn your affections has begun."

"Wait, Illumi, you're not trying to kill (y/n)??"

"I was, at first. But more recently I have been attempting to split her away from you and approach her."

"What? Why in the hell do you want to do that?"

"She is the ideal wife for me. Father, Grandfather, Mother, and Great-Grandfather all agree that I should wed her as soon as possible."

"... You... YOU WANT TO MARRY (Y/N)??"

"I believe I have already stated that."

You were caught off guard by the nonchalant way the man spoke, as if he were discussing something as simple as going to the store instead of talking about marrying you. The red-head seemed to be increasingly frustrated and had yet to move his irritated gaze away from you and Chrollo.

"I'd love to fight her first, but I'm not against tying her down to keep as my personal little toy~"

"I won't let you kill (y/n)!"

"Oh, Gon~ Don't look at me like that. I'm not going to kill her. Well, not completely, at least~ I plan on enjoying my fight with her and then enjoying her body even if she's within an inch of death. Is that so bad?"

You suddenly felt rather unsafe near the two men who had just openly admitted to lusting after you and potentially following you during your travels. Not to mention the red-head basically plainly stated he wanted to badly hurt you and beat you before having sex with you. You then turned your gaze to Chrollo, hoping beyond all belief he wasn't playing the same game as the other two.

"My intentions haven't changed for quite a while. I've always found you attractive. I simply refused to let these two scuffle over you when I've had my eyes on you for a while."

"..."

You almost felt like the world was spinning or that you had been punched several times without realizing it. Your childhood friend and crush just openly stated his interest in you, which left you floored with emotions. A clown just spoke about wanting to use you for his pleasure in a fight and during sex. And a living doll basically proposed to you without proposing.

What?

"Wait- Kill, Gon- you two know them?"

"Yeah. We met Hisoka during the Hunter's exam, and Illumi is my eldest brother. There was a big fight between Kurapika and the Phantom Troupe and we got kidnapped so we met Chrollo and the other phantoms."

"... What-? Wait, so that means your father and grandfather- who I have fought against- somehow decided from that fight that I would be a good wife for their eldest son??"

"I guess so. You are super strong and your nen is powerful as all hell. Besides, fighting in my family is a normal thing. That's probably the quickest way to become a friend of the family, actually. Fight well against someone strong in the family, don't die while fighting, and you may as well be an unofficial family member."

"..."

"... You okay, big sis?"

"..."

"Um..? (Y/n)?"

"..."

"Did you go into shock or something?"

Killua cocked his head to the side, watching you stand unblinking as you tried to process everything that happened. It was kinda like you just became a statue after being told everything, which didn't bode well for the two boys. Gon and Killua exchanged a glance, as if trying to confirm what had happened.

"Gon, what do we do?"

"... Run?"

"I'm good with that. I'll grab (y/n), you get us out of here?"

"Yeah!"

Despite the fact that you could hear and see everything still, it felt as if your body had fully shut down. Had you been more in control, you probably would have scolded the boys for making their plan out-loud, but at least their plan involved keeping you safe. Even as you found yourself being carried by the same boy you watched over, you couldn't help but question what you were going to do now.

#x reader #yandere #female reader #yandere x reader #fem reader #reader insert #yandere adult trio x reader #yandere hisoka x reader #yandere illumi x reader #platonic gon x reader x killua #tw yandere

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storyofmychoices · 3 years

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Welcome Home, Jovie!

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (OC) Other Characters: Keiki Lahela, animal shelter volunteer Book: Open Heart Rating/Warning: General *Fluff*; brief mention to animal neglect Word Count: ~1,450 Prompt: Mango: @choicesaugustchallenge ; @choicesbookclub OPH Book 2

Synopsis: Olivia, Bryce, and Keiki head to a local animal shelter to rescue a pup and give him or her their fur-ever home.

A/N: I had every intention of giving these three a bunny, but #TeamDoggo won the vote.

"I still think we should get a hedgehog." Keiki crossed her arms as she got out of the car.

"I can't help it if people like dogs best," Bryce gloated, pleased that his Pictagram post had received the most likes and comments, cementing the choice for their future pet. "Besides, what would you even do with a hedgehog?"

"Take adorable photos," Keiki interjected. "Did you even look at the recent ones I sent you? They made him a little tent and set up a campsite for him. It's the most adorable thing ever! Think of all the precious photoshoots we could have!"

"No."

Oliva's lips pressed together in sympathy, wrapping her arm around Keiki's shoulder supportively. "They really were adorable. Maybe one day."

"I guess," she sighed, her posture slumping. Her eyes widened, turning her attention to Bryce. "It's just that... after you left, I was all alone." Her voice dropped somberly. "I didn't have anyone to talk to or play with—it was just me. I had to pretend a lot. Looking at all the cute hedgehog pictures gave me something to hold on to with the hope that one day I could have one of my own. Since owning a hedgehog in Hawaii is illegal, I thought here my dream could finally come true."

His face softened, taking in his sister's requests.

"I guess some dreams are meant to be broken." She sniffled, wiping away a single tear, and then turned into Olivia.

"Bryce!" Olivia appealed, gesturing to his crying sister in her arms.

He exhaled noisily, running his fingers through his hair. It was the least he could do to make up for leaving her all those years ago. "Ughhh. Fine. If it means that much to you, then maybe we can—"

"Oh my god, really?!" She turned quickly, her tone rising instantaneously.

His gaze narrowed on her overly cheerful appearance and noticeable lack of tears. "Wait. Did you just make that up?"

"What? No! Why would I do that?" She rambled defensively.

"You were this close!" He held out his fingers to demonstrate. "Close, but not close enough, Keiks. Now, let's go meet our new dog!" Bryce moved eagerly toward the shelter.

"Did you really make it up?" Olivia lowered her voice as she and Keiki followed closely behind.

"I might have embellished and taken some creative liberties." She shrugged. "It was worth a try."

"Have you considered auditioning for the school play?" Olivia looked at her in bewilderment.

Keiki's lips turned up, and her face brightened. "It's crossed my mind."

"A dog will be fun!" Olivia nudged her cheerfully. "And don't forget, we still all get a say in which dog we adopt. You might just find one you love!"

The three had researched nearby shelters and looked online for available dogs. There were too many choices, so they settled on some criteria to help narrow their search. Despite the adorability factor of puppies, they decided a puppy needs more time, attention, and training than they currently have to give. They also limited their search to small and medium dog breeds. Big dogs are floofy and fun but need more room than is available in their apartment. With this focus, they found an animal shelter just outside of Boston that had several potential matches.

Despite all three of them initially wanting different types of pets, the moment they entered the shelter, they were like kids in a candy store. Olivia and Keiki cooed merrily at each pup they saw, their eyes growing impossibly large, taking in all the adorableness around them. The rounds of affection pleased each of the pets they greeted, happy to have attention. Bryce's eyes glowed as he moved more thoughtfully and purposefully, looking for just the right surfing companion.

"Aww!" Olivia fell to her knees beside a cage with a scrappy, tan dog. "You're so cute!"

The two-year-old mutt tilted its head to the side, looking up at her.

"Keiki! Over here! Look at this sweet girl!" Olivia covered her mouth as her eyes grew wider. Her tone quickly shifted as she cooed at the curious canine. "Yes, that's you. You're a sweet girl, aren't you, Mango."

The dog yipped in response, her tongue hanging out to the side of her mouth as she panted contentedly.

"Ohmygosh! She's adorable!" Keiki knelt beside Olivia, putting her hand up to the metal bars. A smile grew across her features as the dog licked her fingers.

"Aww," the two girls sounded in unison. Their high-pitched cheer brought Bryce to their side.

"What even is it?" His brow arched at the smallish-medium dog.

Olivia gestured to the sign attached to the corner of the cage. "It says Mango is a spaniel mix/breed unknown."

His lips pursed, not as taken by the dog as them. "I don't know."

Before he could protest further, one of the shelter volunteers was beside them. "She's a great choice! Mango came to us a couple of months ago from unfortunate living conditions. She had been neglected and was malnourished. But, she's a trooper. She's recovered wonderfully. Would you like to meet her?"

"Yes!" Olivia blurted out. Her teeth showing as she smiled brightly. "I mean—yes, please. Thank you." She breathed, trying to contain her enthusiasm.

"Come on, girl," the volunteer directed as he opened the cage door.

The honey-colored dog poked its head out apprehensively, sniffing the air cautiously.

Bryce sat beside his sister, holding his hand out for the dog.

"It's okay," Keiki offered.

Mango inched her way forward, looking between the humans staring at her. Her head tilted to the side, her tail wagging tentatively as they continued speaking quietly to her. Feeling more courageous, the pup bounced up, hopping into Olivia's lap.

She roared with laughter, her head falling back as the eager dog licked her cheek.

"Liv! She loves you!!!" Keiki gently ran her fingers down the dog's back, moving closer.

As if on cue, Mango turned her attention to Keiki, looking to offer her affection to the next human. "She's amazing!"

Bryce tried to keep a straight face, but as Mango made her round to him, his face softened.

She dropped down playfully in front of him. Her front paws fell low to the ground as her hindquarters raised; her tail swooshed happily in the air.

"What? You want to play?" His voice was light as he leaned down to her.

Mango barked and spun around in a circle before resuming her jovial stance.

He slid his hands down her back, capturing her vibrating tail.

She followed his movements, barking and turning to try to catch him.

Olivia's squeal of excitement pulled his attention from the dog. "You love her, too!"

He sighed half-heartedly. "Do I even have a choice?"

Olivia turned toward Keiki; their matching smiles showed they had already made their decision. "Technically, yes, but since there are two of us, and one of you... there's no point."

"We're really going to adopt a dog named Mango?"

"Why not?" Keiki defended. "They're delicious!"

"Exactly! They're a fruit! Not a dog," he insisted.

"We named her Mango. She didn't come with a name," the worker interrupted. "When she first arrived, one of the things we found she loved most was mangoes. That little girl couldn't get enough of them."

"See! There's a good reason," Keiki argued. "It's fine. You'll get used to it."

"If the name is troubling you, should you adopt her, you could change her name," the volunteer suggested.

"That won't confuse her?" Bryce questioned.

"Dogs are resilient and highly intelligent. Many of our adoptees end up with new names. Dogs of any age can learn a new name in as little as a few days to a week."

"Hmm," Bryce considered.

"Belle?" Olivia suggested immediately.

"Honey?" Keiki offered quickly.

"Princess."

"Sweetie."

"Fluffy."

"Snookums"

"Smushie!"

"Mr. Fluffikins!"

"It's a girl," Bryce interrupted the girl's back and forth.

Keiki shrugged. "I stand by the suggestion."

Olivia watched as the dog pranced between the three of them, her body fluttering with joy under their attention. "What about Jovie?"

"Like Bon Jovi?" Bryce questioned.

"No, Jovie, like jovial. She's so cheerful despite everything that she's been through. She hasn't let her bring her down."

"Aww! That's adorable, Liv!" Keiki agreed. "I like it. She'll bring us all joy too."

"Is this going to be a thing now? I'm continuously outvoted?" Bryce grumbled apathetically, feigning protest.

"Well, you are going to be living with three girls," Olivia smirked. "I'd get used to it if I were you."

His gaze narrowed toward her, as she winked in reply. There were certainly worse things to happen than being surrounded by three females that he happened to adore.

The decision had been made.

"Welcome Home, Jovie." Olivia scooped the dog in her arms, letting the affectionate pup pepper her face in kisses.

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A/N2: Holland Roden is my Olivia face claim; her dog Fievel will be Jovie's face claim.

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kyuuppi · 3 years

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Hey hey hey ^___^

May I request a little Drabble where Izaya fucks his gf in his coat? (She’s completely naked only wearing the coat)

Thank you so so much :)

Izaya fucks you in his coat (NSFW)

Pairing: Orihara Izaya x Reader (f)

Contents: Smut; dirty talk; fingering; cum eating; semi-clothed sex

A/N: I finally got around to this LOL I think I’m actually pretty awful at NSFW so I hope this is okay. :,)

Word Count: 1.2k

Izaya is a busy man and his work frequently takes him all over the city. It is rare that Izaya comes home before the sun has long set.

Naturally, you often find yourself bored when you’re left alone in his luxurious apartment—you can only watch the same anime reruns for so many hours, afterall.

On one such boring night alone, you have the idea to try on one of Izaya’s infamous fur-trimmed coats, taking advantage of how Izaya had left the piece of outerwear at home due to the recent hot weather.

You crane your neck to catch a glimpse of your back in the mirror, admiring how the fuzzy edges of the coat brush against your upper thighs, just barely covering your small pajama shorts. You felt giddy and, somehow, a little dangerous. Wearing the most distinctive piece of clothing of the infamous Orihara Izaya seems to have that effect on people.

For a moment you consider how lucky you are. No one else in the world—except maybe his sisters—would ever have the opportunity to snoop through Izaya’s closet, let alone actually wear his favorite clothing item.

You’re leaning back smugly with your hands in your pocket as a clear mimicry of one of Izaya’s frequent poses when a voice speaks up behind you.

“Well, well, what do we have here~?”

The deepness sends shivers down your spine and you spin around in apparent horror to face the man you didn’t expect to be around for at least another few hours.

“I-Izaya,” you stutter back weakly.

Your face is flushed with embarrassment at having been caught so very obviously stealing your boyfriend’s clothing for some poor attempt at cosplay in the bedroom mirror. Perhaps it would be better if he were the type to get angry, you think as you watch his vermilion eyes very slowly racking up and down your body, but instead you know Izaya to be the type who enjoys to tease rather than punish. He will undoubtedly never let you live this down.

“I’m almost jealous,” Izaya lilts, taking a step forward until your bodies are close enough to feel each other’s body heat. He occupies your personal spacing, leaving no room to look away so you’re forced to look at his chest, covered in the soft black fabric of a t-shirt slightly clinging to his chest from sweat.

The coat suddenly feels much warmer than it did before.

“You look better in it than I do,” he coos, raising one hand to brush against your cheek gently.

The action would be cute if it were anyone else but the wide smirk on Izaya’s face promises much darker intentions.

“Y’know, wearing your boyfriend’s clothes like this—it’s kind of erotic.”

His other hand brushes against the back of your bare thigh and your breath hitches.

“Nee, you planned this didn’t you? You’re so sly, Y/n-chan,” Izaya accuses, pressing forward until your back meets the wall and you’re physically pressed against him. The contrast of the hard planes of his lean muscle against your soft body can be felt even between the thick coat you wear and it makes you feel light-headed.

The hand on your cheek tilts your head up so that he can capture your lips. The intensity he bears leaves no room for you to even attempt to fight for dominance and your mind nearly blanks and you allow him to ravage you, his tongue claiming every corner of your mouth as his own.

When he finally breaks away you can’t help but to whine pitifully at the loss, your spit-slicked lips rapidly cooling in the open air. He chuckles and it makes something in your gut clench.

“Don’t worry, Y/n-chan, I’ll give you what you want,” he promises, both hands moving to push down the waistband of your shorts.

You don’t put up any resistance when he slips the fabric down your legs, nore when he finally slips the heavy coat down your shoulders to remove the loose shirt you wear underneath. He effortlessly picks you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his hips as he gently deposits you onto your bed less than a meter away.

When he pulls away you expect him to finally start removing his own clothing but instead you gasp in surprise as a soft weight is tossed on your chest. Looking down you recognize it as the coat he has just taken off of you and you look up to eye him in confusion, head tilting slightly and brows furrowed.

He chuckles as your expression and rests his palms on your bent knees, searing your skin and making goosebumps rise along your thighs.

“Put it on, Y/n-chan. I want to fuck you while you’re wearing my coat.”

Your heartbeat falters and your face feels like it’ll combust at how he stares at you so intently, as if he hadn’t just said the lewdest thing you’ve ever heard but you follow his directions obediently and fumble to put the faux fur coat on.

Somehow, being wrapped in Izaya’s coat, surrounded by his scent, feels more exposing than being completely nude.

Izaya uses the hands on your knees to spread your legs open, exposing your wet pussy to him. His hands lightly trail down your thighs teasingly to reach your core, silently relishing in you gently tremble beneath him, shy but eager. You’re always such a good girl for him.

He pushes two fingers inside without warning, making your whole body jerk as your cry out at the sudden intrusion. The cold metal of his ring sends shock waves through you and you can only whine as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, the wet squelches embarrassingly loud to your own ears.

“You’re soaking,” Izaya comments unhelpfully, a crooked smirk making it obvious he had only said it to embarrass you further.

You try to make a sound of annoyance but he curls his fingers up, pressing into something squishy within your doughy insides that make the sound that leaves your throat nothing more than desperate.

He works you to your end diligently, one hand stretching you with his fingers, occasionally spreading them apart inside of you or curling up to brush against sweet spots while his other hand’s thumb rubs circles over your clit relentlessly. When you finally peak he allows you to ride it out, continuing his motions until you’re jerking from over-sensitivity and pushing him from between your thighs.

Through bleary vision you see how his fingers catch the dim bedroom lighting, dripping with your clear fluids before he brings them to his mouth, noisily slurping at them. It was not an action intended to tease you—he isn’t even looking at you when he does it, he’s too busy attempting to unbutton his black jeans with his other hand. The realization makes you clench around nothing.

When Izaya finally releases his length you feel it rather than see it, the head pressed hot against your folds while his large hands move under the fabric of the coat to grab the natural dip of your waist possessively.

“Ready?” he asks, watching your face closely.

It is one of the rare few times he seems serious.

You nod and grip the edge of your sleeves as he pushes forward.

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